I was being punished. I had pushed Sir past his point of restraing as we argued over some trivial matter that would be forgotten in less than a week. But I had argued passionately. Yelled. Walked away. Thats what really got him angry. Past the heat of a fierce argument into the cold and calculating, simmering rage. My eyes had widened as I heard the shift in vocal tone and saw the body posture change from husband to Sir. But I still hadn't backed down. I believed I was right. Forgot my place. Forgot my personal motto of Choose Your Battles.
He didn't have to say a word to me for me to know that I was going to be severely punished for my lack of respect, my loss of emotional control. Fearfully, I headed to the room. Knowing better than to protest or fight what was coming I knelt by the door with my head bowed. My hair was already braided and pinned up in my usual style, but I had to wait to find out how he would want me today.
"Strip." He commanded, the ice in his voice making me shiver. Swiftly, I removed my clothing, barely taking the time to neatly place them in a pile. "Stand." He ordered. Scrambling to my feet, I complied, keeping my eyes downcast. But that didn't matter as he tied the blindfold around my head and then placed my hands against the low table in the room. No light shone though and I shivered again, closing my eyes against the darkness. "Open." Was the next command as I felt something pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and whimpered as the hard gag was placed between my teeth and was snuggly tied. Next was the leather collar. It was delicately tooled but was still a very visceral reminder that yes, I was Sir's wife. But he was also the one that had collared me, and that position demanded that I adhere to his will.
Saliva was already beginning to pool in my mouth as my ears strained to hear what Sir was doing, but it was futile. He moved with the silence of a predator as he prepared for my punishment. I stood still, fighting to keep my composure as I began to shiver more with anticipation and cold. Gasping through the gag, my back arched in response to the butterfly clamp that suddenly embraced my nipple in a tight pinch. I gasped again as the other nipple was likewise embraced, as saliva began to run out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I tightly closed my eyes as the shame at the lack of control hit me. But I pushed it down and began to breathe deeply through my nose. I had to calm myself or I wouldn't be able to complete this session. I was already emotionally charged from the fight and being put in such a vulnerable position did not help me regain equilibrium. But that was the point.
There was silence for a few moments and then I felt Sir's warmth at my back. He placed something cold and slippery at my ass and I gasped again, almost choking on the huge pool of saliva in my mouth. I couldn't swallow; the gag prevented that. I knew that I didn't have any other choice unless I wanted to drown in my own spit. Dropping my chin, I let the saliva run out of my mouth and it ran down my chest, cooling as it traveled down between my breasts towards my belly. I felt a few tears escape my eyes as I felt it run down my body, my breath hitching in an attempt to squash down the tears and overwhelming feelings of vulnerability. Sir waited until I had taken a few breaths and was relaxed before beginning to move the cold smoothness into my ass. It wasn't until the ball was all the way in that I felt the cold metal rod against my back. This was a new toy, one that we had previously discussed. Suddenly, I felt it tugging me up. I rose with it until I was finally on my tip toes, the rope holding it in place tauntly running up my back, my fingers barely touching the table. I tried to drop my heels and found that the internal pressure increased in a very intense and unfamiliar way. It wasn't painful, but I felt horribly exposed as I tested my now very limited range of movement. I felt my face flush at the conflicting feeling of building arousal and being frighteningly vulnerable. But I was being punished for my insubordination. And so that meant pushing me past my current limits, hence the anal hook.
"You have a choice," I startled at his voice and fought to keep my heels raised. "I am going to flog you. It will hurt. You will ache for a few days, if not a week, but you get to choose how." His hand tugged at the rope and my back arched at the combined pleasure and discomfort. "If you choose the elk hide, I will flog you until my arm gives out. If you choose the bull hide, I will give you 20 lashes, but I will not hold back. I will give you one minute to decide." And then he was silent.
I was very familiar with how both of the floggers felt. The bull hide was heavy and biting. It could leave marks on my skin that lasted for days. It was also a very real possibility that the bull hide could cause bleeding, especially if Sir went all out. But the elk hide, while softer, would act like a tenderizer on my flesh. And I was very aware of how long Sir could go before his arm gave out. A lifetime of working on the family farm and self-mastery in martial arts gave him a level of stamina that most people just didn't have. He knew how his body worked and he used it very efficiently and effectively. It also meant that it was a very real possibility that he could give me upwards of 75 lashes with the elk, if not more. My heart began to pound as I contemplated my choices. Have it be over quickly and risk deep bruising and cuts? Or choose the longer route and feel like a piece of tenderized meat? "Time," I jumped again as another tear leaked down my cheek. The blindfold was damp along the lower edges, but I didn't really notice it. "Nod once for the bull hide, twice for the elk." I took a deep breath as I nodded once. And then nodded again. I could feel his surprise as he ran his hands down my back. "So be it."
I began to tremble. In my younger, more exploritory days, I had willingly submitted myself to a caning under the hands of a master, just to see what it was like. I had been black with bruises for a week and it had been days before I could sit without wincing. This...this would be worse.
It began without preamble, the soft whisper of leather through the air and striking the skin. Hissing through the gag, I braced myself against the table as much as I could. I quickly lost count as the blows rained down all over my back, shoulders, haunches, ass cheeks, thighs. Even my calves were a target. The hook tugged as I did my best to stay on my toes, but my calf muscles were burning. My nipples ached from being clamped for so long without release. Saliva poured down my body as my breasts jumped and slid around at each strike. Tears flowed freely. And yet it wasn't so much that I had to safe word out.
And as suddenly as it began, it was over. My skin felt raw. My emotions were raw. I was quietly sobbing, shoulders shaking to keep it somewhat contained. But Sir knew. He always knew. I felt a cool hand on my back and broke down as much as was possible in my current restricted state. Gently, Sir wrapped his arms around me, lifting me just enough to get the rope over the hook in the ceiling that was supporting me. It hurt my skin to have him pressed against me, but I didn't resist. Just as gently, Sir guided me onto the thick blanket he had placed on the floor. The nipple clamps were removed and I shivered as my nipples were finally released and blood flowed back into them. The gag was removed from my mouth but my jaw was so stiff I had trouble closing it. I lay there, saliva still pouring out of my mouth as I worked my tongue over my lips in a pittiful attempt to clean the excess moisture from them. Finally, I was able to swallow, my dry throat almost too dry to actually work. The blindfold had been removed while I had been trying to regain control over my jaw, but I had kept my eyes closed. I was still weeping, but it didn't matter. The last thing to be removed was the anal hook. It slid out easily, my body too exhausted to resist.
I lay there and didn't bother to fight the exhaustion. Sir had a towel and was gently wiping up the saliva and other fluids that covered my body. A cool cloth had been placed against my back, but soon I was shivering with cold, despite the heat from my backside. I was trembling with reaction as I was coming down from sub space. But Sir was there with a piece of chocolate and water. Once I had eaten the chocolate and drank my fill of water, he gently picked me up and laid me in bed, gently covering me with the blankets. He smoothed back my hair and kissed me on the temple before sliding into bed behind me, spooning me. His bare skin on my back was less abrasive than his clothes had been, but I still whimpered in pain before my body adjusted to him being there.
"It is over," he whispered in my ear, once again my husband, "The punishment has been given, the argument forgotten. I love you, my Lady, now sleep." And despite the aches and pains that promised to stay with me for the next few days, I did just that, safe and cherished in his arms.
