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punishment for disobedience

"You are wearing red lipstick," you said.

"I know Sir," I replied, wondering why you picked up on it.

"Who told you to put it on?"

"No one Sir, it was my own decision."

I then realised the error of my behaviour: the intention to act without consulting you first.

"Did I ask you to put it on?" you continued.

"You didn't, Sir."

"Do you realise you will have to be punished for that?"

"Yes Sir."

"Undress, lie on the bed and wait for me there."

You held me down on the bed. With your hands on my wrists you pressed them into the mattress. Kneeling over me with your knees at either side of my hips you kept my waist securely in its place. "I want you Sir," I whispered.

"I know, but you need to control yourself," you replied. You took your hands off my wrists to get a pair of hand cuffs from out of your back pocket and proceeded to lock each of my hands to a metal frame. This is how you wanted me: restrained. On the floor there was a range of equipment including a flogger and some ties. You went to get the ties and fastened each of my ankles to each of my thighs.

With my hands and legs tied up I found it impossible to make any large movements. Feeling this kind of helplessness, the only thing I could do was surrender to the situation. I was uncomfortable but it meant nothing in comparison the pleasure of being with you. "What are you going to do, now that I've locked you to the bed?" you asked.

"I don't know, Sir," I replied. You came back onto the bed and kneeled before my frog-tied, helpless body, unzipped your flies and took out your cock from under your pants. While gently feeling it between the palms of your hands, it got harder.

You took your trousers off, went to get the flogger from the floor and returned to where I was on the bed.

"Punishment is justice at the unjust, Priya," you said.

"Where shall I strike you? Pussy or breasts?"

"Pussy, Sir," I replied. With the flogger in your left hand you raised it into the air and brought it down to whack my pussy. "Ouch!" I screamed, in pain. You repeated the process a few more times and each time you did this, my screams got louder and my eyes began to water. Then, while you were knelt beside me, you parted my butt cheeks and rammed your cock into my ass. I screamed even more as you pushed it in and out of me furiously. A few moments later you came.

"We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of disappointment and regret," you eventually said.

"Which one do you want, Priya?"

"Discipline, Sir," I replied.

"Good girl," you continued.




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