I had made Her angry. More than just a small disappointment this time.
Caught in a lie, it was my fault, my bad. I should have known better.
And such was the mutually agreed upon nature of our relationship that I would be punished in this way. Because, our relationship isn't like most couple's. We are different from most people. That is both the beauty and the suffering of us, and part of what I have coming to me now. This is not abuse in Her eyes or mine. Rather it is...Her way of enforcing karma.
Naked, arms splayed, cuffed, face down. Her hits with that cat o nine tails coming faster and harder now. Harder than I would have liked. This is no mere erotic spanking, but it is punishment, and punishments are not to be fun.
She took her flogger, the one that leaves bruises. To be fair, I am no pain slut. My tolerance is lower than some. But I wanted to be strong, for Her sake. Endure, for Her sake. Be a hero in suffering for her, to the same degree I was a fool in crossing Her. One whack. Two. Three. I cried out. The safe word on the tip of my lips.
Four. Five. I screamed. She shushed me. Not wanting the neighbors to hear.
"Scream like a bitch then, slave!" She said, and hit me one more time, then one last time. Both times, trembling in anticipation of the blow, and crying out loud in spite of myself. It was too much to endure, as much as I wanted to be strong, the word escaped my lips.
".....mercy....."
"What?"
"...please Mistress, mercy..."
She uncuffed me. "On your knees then!" She barked.
I knelt in front of Her, basking in Her beauty and power. Heart pounding in fear, pain, and submission, sweat running from my pores.
For Her. My Angel of Mercy.
She had me repeat after her, a humble apology, and acknowledging my mistake in crossing Her.
Dishonesty has no place in a relationship based on trust and communication. It is to be punished. Such is Our love.