Her disobedience had been willful and for that, she would be punished. She paced nervously about the house, awaiting the appointed hour. When the time arrived, she removed her clothing and stood before his desk, waiting for his return, just as he had instructed. Time passed slowly and her mind wandered as she shifted her weight from one aching foot to another. Then she heard his key in the door, followed by its opening and then closing shut. Her heart now raced for the moment of reckoning had arrived.
He entered the study and laid a bouquet of long stem roses on the desk. As he took off his jacket and tie, she couldn’t help but wonder what he had in store for her. And flowers? Earlier, he was much too angry for flowers, she thought.
He said nothing as he walked across the room and hung his jacket and tie on the rack by the door. His footsteps were deafening as he drew near. His touch was cold as steel as his fingers caressed her shoulder, followed by his lips; and still he said nothing. He drew his hand down her spine and watched the gooseflesh form across her back. He then traced the curve of her hip, letting his hand fall, before reaching for the bouquet and removing a single rose.
He brought the bud to his face and inhaled its sweet scent. The he brushed the petals across her lips, offering her the same pleasure. He then caressed her shoulder and upper arm with the tips of the petals and she instinctively pulled away at the tickling sensation but his hand grabbed her arm and held her steadfast.
“Put your hands flat on the desk.” His words were plain and dry. There was no hint of anger or care in his voice. As she assumed the spanking position she braced herself for the sting of his hand on her flesh.
The air was sucked from the room as the first lash of the thorny stem fell across her ass. The thorns bit into her flesh and she cried out as a pain she had never before felt assaulted her senses. Three more lashes and the petals from the bud, now lay scattered about the floor. He set the naked stem on the desk between her hands. Her eyes were focused on the thorns that dug deep into her flesh. Traces of flesh and blood graced the tips. He reached for a fresh stem and she braced herself as five more strokes bit into her thighs and ass before it too was laid to rest between her hands.
By the time he finished with the third stem, streaks of tears stained her cheeks. By the time he finished the sixth, she was sobbing uncontrollably. After the eighth, blood began to weep down her thighs. When he finished with the eleventh, he told her to stand and he positioned himself before her, leaning against the desk.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the concern in his voice was genuine.
“Yes, Sir.” She answered, composing herself as she nodded, her eyes cast downward.
“Do you understand your transgression and why atonement was warranted?”
“Yes, Sir.” She replied, nodding again. “I am truly sorry for my words and actions.”
He reached out and lifted her chin until her gaze met his. Then she broke down once again. He took her in his arms and kissed her softly on the lips. Then he reached behind himself and presented her with the final rose.
“For you,” he said. “To remember this moment, and my devotion to you.”
She took the rose and held it to her face and inhaled its sweet aroma. She closed her eyes as she felt a sense of calm wash over her.
He then took her by the hand and led her down the hall to the bath, where he filled the tub with warm water and her favorite scented oils. He then helped her inside and she lowered herself into the water. She winced as she sank lower until the water reached her breasts. He then removed his clothes and joined her in the bath, taking his place directly behind her. He spent the better part of the next half hour bathing her wounds, kissing her flesh, and holding her close. He repeatedly professed his love for her and reminded her that she will always be his cherished soul.
When the water began to cool he stood and dried himself off before helping her to her feet and drying the water from her body. He applied an herbal salve to her wounds before taking her in his arms and kissing her again.
“The words and actions of this day are buried and forgotten.” He continued. “Now, get dressed and let us enjoy a nice dinner before bed. I have plans for you tonight.”
