There is something extremely comforting in the whip. In knowing that no matter what is going on around me I can count on certain things. I can count on the fact that if I misbehave, Master will punish me for it. While he may not get a chance to do so right away, I know I will be punished soon. I can count on the sting of the whip and the fire that lights under my skin with each hit. I can count on the pain turning into a liquid pleasure.
With everything going on these past few weeks I almost forgot what being punished means to me. I knew something was missing, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I didn’t really have a chance to sit down and think about it…. I sat down to catch my breath plenty of times, but I either fell asleep or got right back up to tend to someone else’s needs.
Yesterday I just burst into tears. The stress of our situation finally got to me, so much so, that sitting here trying to type out everything that I was thinking as my tears fell is difficult. I can barely form the thought before my brain pushes it aside. The pain and stress is still too fresh on my mind. We are by no means out of the tunnel but I needed a moment to just cry it out. Master came into the room and found me weeping silently. He picked me up and turned me to face him. “I know what you need, little one” he said to me, and then he took off his belt…
I love the way it hits my skin. I love how the area slapped goes from sheer pain to fire to pure pleasure. I need it. The gasp I usually give with the first blow came out in a sob. “Oh god yes!” was my only thought. Well no, that’s not true. My second thought came just as quickly though “AGAIN!”
I needed a beating, I needed to have a better excuse to cry and I needed the pain. I felt broken, but oddly enough, Master’s beating made me feel whole again. The belt came down on my thighs, my ass and my back. I moved into it with each blow. When Master brought out the whip I almost came just from looking at it. “Yes, slut, you need this badly, don’t you?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer or not, but before I could give one he was whipping me into ecstasy.
Before I knew it, I was thrusting my hips at him as he beat me. He plunged his hard, big cock into my tight pussy and I gasped at the fullness of him. It hadn’t been all that long since we last fucked, but he’s so big that it feels as though he is splitting me in two every time he enters me. (It has to be one of my favorite parts about fucking him, or being fucked by him – the first thrust into me) Anyway, his cock made me cum. I didn’t even know I was so close to cumming. Which means I didn’t ask for permission to cum….
“The whore desires more punishment? Cumming without permission is not allowed, little girl.” Master said. He pinched my sides, my thighs, my ass, my breasts and followed his pinches with the belt. Hard, fast and rough. Each stroke, every thrust, and every sting of the whip had me bucking, screaming, crying and begging for more.
“There you go, little girl. Cum for me. Steady on whore, steady on. Never forget that I am here with you and that we will get through this kind of thing together” Master whispered his encouragement to me until I fell asleep in his arms. Exhausted, relieved, throbbing, spent…. whipped.
I’d like to take a moment to thank my readers:
I am so thankful that I can count on certain things in the midst of everything else…. I’d like to thank each and every one of you all, especially those who emailed me or commented on my last posts. Knowing that I have a support network helps me press on. Knowing that I can blog about my stress and my ups and downs keeps me writing… thank you all for the blessings on a happy marriage and the wishes that we get through this quickly. It means so much to me :) You guys are awesome. Thank you.