I watched as he finally picked up the flogger and took a few practise swings with it, landing it squarely against the palm of his hand. He ordered me to sit back on the tub and spread my legs wide, which in turn pushed the butt plug deeper into me. I know I whimpered at that. No matter what I did, I could feel that plug pushing into me and stretching me. It wasn’t painful so much as an annoyance. I had gotten used to the size of it inside me but I could still feel it, everywhere. Master finished this punishment by raining the flogger down on my breasts, lightly at first and then picking up speed and force until red welts started to appear. He made sure he did a good job of it too, coming at me from all directions, blows raining down from above that had the leather biting my nipples as it landed. Then he would drag it along my stomach and down over my exposed pussy before he pulled it away and then brought it back up in a sharp snap that caused my tits to bounce and jiggle with the force of it. I had marks on both arms from him swinging it side to side. I think I was able to continue talking to him the entire time. I don’t remember him having to remind me but I am sure I must been incoherent by the end, I was crying so hard.
I don’t remember the moment that it stopped, I just remember my realization that there was silence in the room except for my ragged breath and sobs. Everything sort of seemed in slow motion and almost like a dream, Master appeared in my view. He was knelt down infront of me and already pouring the aloe into his hands to rub over my marked chest, stomach, arms and thighs. He made quick work of it and then pulled my arms forward and used them to lift me and pull me into him. He reached behind me and took out the butt plug. Strangely as much as I disliked it when it was in there, I immediately felt empty.
Master led me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed where he continued to soothe me with the aloe. He has such a gentle touch after a session. It always amazes me that his hands can wield tortuous instruments with power and inflict pain one minute and be so gentle and loving the next. I don’t know what came over me but I had a sudden rush of sadness and I just laid there. When he was finished with the aloe, Master crawled into bed beside me and just held me in his arms. He told me that he was very proud of me and those were the sweetest words of all.
That evening, as we lay in bed, we talked about the weekend activities and how we felt about them. I admitted to Master again that even though I was being punished, that I had spent most of the weekend in a state of arousal simply because he had come back to me. He admitted to me that he felt bad for being inconsistent with me and that at first, he hadn’t wanted to allow the punishment but that now he was glad he had. We both felt that it had opened our relationship up somewhat and it also allowed us to get back to the basics of the relationship while exploring some new feelings. Master asked that I thank you for your suggested punishment. Overall, he was very pleased with how it all turned out. I hope that you are too.
The ‘cards’ have been used several times since then, and not as punishment either! But I am not permitted to tell you that part.
