You were warned. How many times do we keep having to play the same game? You love punishment and impact play but stil, I am the Dom. I am the one who sets the rules. While I am a Paternal Dom, and not sadistic by nature, there is only so far out of line you can be allowed to step. And so we find ourselves here. The coquettish grin on your face suggests to me that it's exactly where you knew and wanted that we would be. Bratty is no way to go though life naughty girl.
So, here we are. The twinkle of anticipation in your eye and the wetness of anticipation already begun. You, bound face down, ankles spread apart, eyes blindfolded, wrists tied, and a wide butt plug in your ass.
Me examining my now unlocked toy cabinet. Searching for inspiration from the instruments of discipline I use only for disobedient occasions. Riding crop, paddle clamps, nettles brush, clothespin collection, pinwheel, flogger, ahhhh......here we go. Just the thing. Well, two things. An anal hook with rigging and heavy riding crop. The fact they are your favorites is of no influence.
Having found my choices my focus becomes clear. I set the rigging into the pulley and roll you beneath it. The sudden movement shocks you and you squirm and whimper. Locking you into place, I lower and attach the anal hook. I give it just enough slack that no tension remains and I can manipulate it however I want. I then remove your butt plug in one rough tug, and with no warning, hearing your stifled moan as your cavity empties. Taking advantage of your still gaping rectum, I immediately shove the ball joint of the hook into your hole and depress the lift button, and listen to the satisfying crank of the chains as the tether goes vertical. Realizing what is about to happen you begin to squirm even more, with your pussy dripping like a fish hauled out of water. Your noise becomes distracting so I ball-gag you as well. Then return to the lift, and watch with a satisfied eye as your body is lifted, ass first, into an inverted “V”.
I leave you there, your own weight and gravity beginning the lesson more forcefully than my words ever could. I turn to the music selector, crank bass, and choose to play the entirety of Pink Floyd’s The Wall. It’s length dictating the time of your punishment. I look into your eyes and see that twinkle remain. Pre-orgasmic bliss in your eyes.
As you hang, suspended from your forbidden cavity, I wonder if this is enough to engender a behavioral change. Ten minutes in, as the music still plays, I lean to your ear and begin the words.
“Thirty,” I say, and you shiver in a good way. “Thirty violations in one day. You must have known I’d find out, even if you didn’t suspect the new nanny cam system.” The mere mention of video evidence seems to surprise you. Good, at least one of these aspects is new to you. "While I was away, and trusting you to take care, you disrespect me, my home, and yourself.” The wetting moans now overwhelm the ball gag. “I had to return early. Leave my colleagues to come clean up your mess. It will not stand. And as a lawyer I say, let the punishment fit the crime. Thirty for thirty."