You need to learn
Disappointed does not even come close. Your attitude and bratty behaviour in the restaurant was not something I like, as well you know.
Sir is NOT happy.
There is no point apologising or telling me that you will not make the same mistake again, the Deed, as they say, is done. You need to know it is time to correct this.
I tell you to get undressed and stand in front of me with your hands behind your back.
I tell you to remain very still while I put your blindfold on and I whisper in your ear to remind you that you have badly let me down.
Getting nervous?
I tell you to start to tease your nipples, circling them and then stretching them out with your fingers: I want to see them hard and erect.
Standing there in the dark you concentrate on your Task but wonder how this will end, already suspecting that nipple play will not be all that your punishment involves.
I tell you to start to pinch them, lightly at first, and eager to get back in Sir’s good books, you follow my Order. Some initial soreness and tenderness is now setting in, along with warmth and some serious wetness.
Things change when you feel the end of my Crop being traced across your shoulders and down your tummy: this makes you quiver with nervousness, anticipation and excitement, not knowing how this will play out.
I tell you to pinch your nipples harder and that I want you hear your pleasure and pain as the edge of the crop taps at the front of your legs, its presence heightening your wetness.
Using the crop I part your legs until they are about a foot apart, running the crop up and down the inside of your legs, tapping your flesh with increasing emphasis as the crop moves up towards your very wet pussy.
I tell you to open your legs wider while reminding you that you are still to work on your nipples, which by now are getting into the super-sensitive state which is driving you to distraction.
You beg for me to release you from teasing and punishing your nipples but Sir ignores this and I remind you to carry on until I tell you otherwise.
I run the crop along your pussy, backwards and forwards, teasing your lips apart, rubbing gently against your clit.
Not so cheeky, confident, bratty, challenging and difficult now, are we?
I tell you to stop, remove the crop and leave you there, blindfolded.
The room falls quiet and all you can hear is the sound of your breathing and the pounding of your heart combined with the soreness and tenderness of your nipples that now ache for Sir’s touch.
Nothing, no sounds, feeling Sir’s presence, just darkness, tenderness and a very wet and excited little pussy which is now throbbing with anticipation.
Your next sensation is that of extreme coldness as Sir runs an ice cube over your tummy and then rubs it across your nipples, giving them some very short-lived relief before the ice is removed and you remain standing in silence.
How you wish that you had been better behaved earlier.
I turn you around and direct you to the table and bend you over it, opening your legs with the crop until they are parted to my satisfaction.
Ten sharp deliveries from the crop land on your perfect, smooth bottom, only this time you cry out on every stroke, partly from being punished, partly for being sorry but partly because you know what is coming next.
The darkness under the blindfold increases the sensations 1000%.
I unzip my trousers and fuck you from behind, your pussy is very wet and you beg me to give you permission to cum, which you know will not be given.
Just when you are at the very edge of release I stop, pull you upright and take your blindfold off, whispering in your ear that it will soon be bedtime when you can apologise properly.
