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Kitten Is Very Very Bad Fidelis Blue,
M/f corporal punishment
Master's sexy slave is in need of punishment. It will be
even worse to suffer for her crime in front of Master's good
friend.
Fidelis Blue
is the author of three Pink Flamingo Bdsm novels. All are
available in paperback and ebook versions.
Sophie & The Society (ebook
version)
Under My Thumb (ebook
version)
Emma: The Education of a Submissive (ebook
version)
The following story
is Not For Sale. Copyright
(c) 2004 Fidelis Blue, all rights reserved
After she
had calmed down somewhat, kitten tried to understand what had happened. She
wasn’t quite sure what had come over her. It wasn’t like her to behave like
that, was it? She couldn’t remember quite such a flash of temper before, not
since Master had first made her his possession. Things had been going so
well the past week, Master had told her so, told her often that she was his
dear little kitten and his very good little girl. And then, suddenly such an
outburst. It made her think hard about herself. Was this just a temporary
aberration, or was there something in her character which would prevent her
from ever being the perfect submissive that she so longed to be?
It had all happened so suddenly. Or had it? She wondered now if it had
been building up for a while. It began when Master set her some
housework to do. Somehow she hadn’t been in the mood for it, and
though he told her to strip naked and paint her nipples with
lipstick before she got on her knees to wash the bathroom floor,
somehow this time it didn’t make her feel sexy. In fact she felt
used, and not in a sexual way. She felt as if Master just wanted
his floor washed and she just happened to be there, available to
do it.
So, feeling resentful, she had laboured hard all the same, because it
was unthinkable to refuse a command even if she didn’t like it,
and then, after she had finished and Master came to inspect it,
he had made a disparaging remark, telling her that her work was
sloppy. Something just snapped.
“Sloppy?” she said.
“Look,” Master said, “under the basin there, you haven’t wiped
properly.”
She’d left a little water, it was true. But she felt he was just
finding fault for the sake of it. Just so he could spank her
probably. And she didn’t feel like that right now.
“I can’t see anything,” she said sullenly.
“If I say you haven’t done it properly, then you haven’t,” Master
retorted. “And that’s the end of it.”
kitten got up from her knees and threw the cloth into the bucket of
water. Some splashed on to the floor.
“You want it done properly, you do it,” she said and flounced out,
slamming the bathroom door behind her. She strode into her room,
locked the door behind her and threw herself on the bed. For a
moment she thought she might cry. Then the full enormity of what
she had said began to sink in. Never before had she spoken to
Master in such a manner. How could she think of such a thing?
How could she call herself a submissive and talk to her Master
like that? However much she resented the housework he had
assigned, however much she had felt she was being used as a mere
servant, however much she believed Master was finding fault with
her just for fun, her behaviour had been inexcusable, she knew
that. Oh, she was a bad, bad girl and no mistake. Would Master
ever forgive her?
She unlocked the door of the room and listened. She could hear Master
moving about downstairs. Still naked she crept down the stairs.
At the door of his study she fell to her knees and crawled
across the floor towards where Master sat at his desk. With her
head bowed, she spoke in a low voice.
“Master, it was very wrong of me to speak like that. I am ashamed of
my behaviour. I beg your forgiveness. I shall never speak to you
that way again, I vow.”
Master kept looking at his computer screen. He said nothing. kitten
knelt, her head still bowed. She would stay like that all
evening if he wished. Several minutes passed before Master
spoke.
“Do you wish to no longer to submit to me, kitten?” Master asked.
“Oh, Master, I wish it more than anything in the world. I know I am
not worthy, but I beg you to give me a second chance.”
kitten knelt lower, putting her head to the floor. She took Master’s
foot and placed it on her head.
“Punish me, Master,” she said. “Make me pay dearly for my disrespect.”
Master reached down and put his hand under kitten’s chin, lifting her
face up to him.
“Will you accept whatever punishment I decide, no matter what?”
“Oh yes, Master,” kitten replied eagerly. “Anything, anything at all.
The more severe, the more I shall feel purged of my offence.”
“I shall punish you tomorrow,” Master said. “When I have considered
what is appropriate. Until then, be a good and dutiful girl.”
“Oh yes, Master, I promise,” kitten said. She felt as if a huge weight
had been lifted from her. But at night in bed after Master had
used her she lay awake. She worried if she would be strong
enough to bear the punishment. That it would be something bad
she had no doubt, and indeed she deserved it, no matter how bad
it was. But Master at his most severe was a fearsome prospect.
Yet her concern at what was in store for her on the morrow was not the
thing that concerned her most. For the first time with Master
she had serious doubts about her ability to be what he wanted.
If she was capable of such an outburst, did this not mean that
buried inside her, always ready to come out again, was a
reservoir of rebellious feelings, an inner core of resistance to
Master’s will? If this were true, how could she ever be worthy
of him?
She continued to worry about this all the next day. She hoped the
punishment would come early and then she could forget about it
and at least not have that to worry about any more. But as the
time passed Master said nothing. And tonight William was coming
to stay. He was practically Master’s oldest friend, but they saw
each other rarely now that William had moved so far away. This
would be the first time they had met in several months, though
kitten knew they had email contact most days. He was due to
arrive in time for dinner and stay two nights. And what
concerned kitten was that once William arrived, her punishment
would presumably have to wait until he had left. She really
wished that she didn’t have it hanging over her all that time.
Shortly before William was due to arrive, Master called kitten into
his study. He told her to go upstairs and dress in a white
tee-shirt with no bra, her short little pleated plaid skirt and
a pair of white satin knickers. No shoes, he said. When she came
down again he told her to stand in the corner of the room with
her hands behind her head.
But surely, she thought, William will be here soon; the punishment
can’t start now.
“Is there time?” she asked, “you know, before William arrives?”
Master gave her a withering stare. “Are you going to argue, or are you
going to do as you’re told for once?”
Chastened, kitten took up her position in the corner of the room.
Twenty minutes passed before a car drew up outside. She heard
Master go out, then the sound of voices coming inside. They were
in the kitchen. She heard the fridge open; it sounded like
Master was getting beers. Then to her horror kitten heard
footsteps coming her way. Talking animatedly, the two men
entered the study.
“Oh,” she heard William say.
“She’s been a very bad girl,” Master said. “But take no notice of
her.”
kitten coloured at this remark, but continued staring at the wall in
front of her. The two men sat down and resumed their
conversation. kitten’s arms were aching a bit now, but she dared
not lower them. William began to tell Master about his new
girlfriend. kitten knew that this girl had expressed some
interest in D/s and Master, whose experience was far greater,
had been tutoring William via email. It appeared from their
conversation that things were promising. Suddenly there was a
lull, then kitten heard Master speak.
“Get down on your knees and crawl over towards us.”
kitten did as she was told, approaching the two men and kneeling, her
head lowered, not daring to look at them.
“Turn round,” said Master. “We want to see your ass, not your face.”
It was humiliating to be spoken to in such a way. With another man
present. kitten’s face turned red, but fortunately neither of
the men could see that as she moved round. They resumed their
conversation. Master was explaining to William the different
kinds of spankings he administered.
“Sometimes she just needs to be put in her place,” he said. “Which is
ideally over my knee.”
The two men both laughed.
“At other times she needs more concentrated discipline,” Master
continued. “It’s a form of training, to make her more and more
responsive to my wishes. This can be a long slow process, and
not without its ups and downs.”
kitten wondered if such remarks were mainly for her benefit.
“And finally,” said Master, “there is the punishment spanking, which
is not done for pleasure. It is meant to hurt; in part to act as
a deterrent against future wrong-doing, and in part because a
really strict punishment purges the sub’s guilt. Through the
penance of pain, she receives atonement.”
There was silence. Evidently William was considering this.
“kitten is waiting to receive a punishment for a serious challenge to
my authority,” said Master.
He stood up and put his foot on the back of kitten’s neck, pushing her
head down to the floor. Then he reached down and lifted her
skirt up over her waist.
“Cute ass,” said William.
kitten was surprised at the remark. William had always been respectful
to her before. Obviously he felt emboldened by Master’s
treatment of her.
“Should you like to see a little more?” Master asked.
He pulled kitten’s knickers half way down her thighs. She felt his
foot between her ankles. “Legs open wide,” he said.
kitten opened them as far as she could with the knickers about her
knees.
“Let me get you another beer,” Master said to William.
There was silence as Master left the room. kitten could feel William’s
eyes on her. She sensed them roaming over her bare ass,
penetrating into the recesses of her cunt. She was sure he
enjoyed looking, even though he might be as embarrassed as she
was. They both of them were, in their different ways, in thrall
to Master.
Master returned. “I’m going to punish her now,” he said. “It’s time.”
“Shall I leave you?” William asked nervously.
“No, stay,” said Master. “You may find it instructive.”
He went to a cupboard in the corner of the room and came back with two
leather wrists cuffs. He raised kitten to her feet, pulled her
tee-shirt over her head and fastened the cuffs on her.
“When she is being punished,” he said to William, “I usually restrain
her. The pain is bad and she is tempted to try to protect
herself with her hands. Of course that cannot be permitted.”
kitten stood with her arms crossed in front of her bare breasts. She
glanced up to see William looking at her. He had a concerned
expression, as if he felt sorry for her. Much good that will
do me, kitten said to herself.
“Take off your skirt and knickers,” Master said.
When she was naked Master led her over to his desk. He pushed her
diagonally across it, so that one corner of the desk came
between her legs, resting against her clit. With a piece of rope
he tied the two cuffs together and lashed them to one of the
legs of the desk. Kneeling down, he tied her ankles together
with another piece of rope. He went back to the cupboard and
fetched his riding crop.
“When it’s just a disciplinary beating,” he said to William, “I lead
her up to it slowly. Lots of caressing, quite gentle smacks to
start with, getting her in the mood. But when it’s a punishment
there’s no preparation. I start in hard right away. And this
time it’s going to be specially severe, since the challenge to
my authority was so blatant. She’s going to remember this for a
long time.”
kitten clenched her fists, bracing herself. She gritted her teeth. She
didn’t want to cry out, not with William here. If she was to be
humiliated by being beaten in front of him, at least show
herself to be brave. She heard Master swish the crop to and fro.
She always wished he wouldn’t do that. The sound was almost
worse than feeling the crop lash her bottom.
Almost worse; but nothing, surely, could be quite as bad as the pain
of the crop as it landed with a loud thwack across the centre of
her behind. kitten caught her breath, suppressing a groan. There
was a pause while the pain sank in. When it was a disciplinary
spanking Master would often vary the rhythm, sometimes lots of
little strokes together, or else between blows there would be
caresses and soothing words in her ear. She knew there would be
none of this now. He waited just long enough for the full force
of the first blow to sink in, then another fell upon her
defenceless behind, equally hard. She forced herself to try and
breathe slowly and to think of other things, mundane things like
her work or her friends, anything to take her mind off the
excruciating pain of her behind. She pressed herself hard
against the corner of the table, hoping the pressure on her clit
might distract her. But it didn’t really work. The force of the
blows which Master delivered to her bare bottom was such that
everything else was blotted out. There was nothing but the pain.
As the fourth stroke landed, in an almost identical spot to the
others, kitten wondered how many she was to receive. Sometimes
Master told her in advance. That way at least she could count
them off. Sometimes he even made her count out loud. She didn’t
like that; it made her somehow complicit in her punishment, gave
her an active role in it when she would rather pretend she was
not really there at all. But at least when she knew how many
strokes in total there was some hope, she could tick them off
and each blow, no matter how agonising, brought her closer to
deliverance. This time he had said nothing. The pain could go on
for an eternity, for all she knew, or until she could bear no
more, until the depths of her submission had been plumbed and
she was broken.
After half a dozen strokes, her behind felt on fire, the pain searing
into her flesh. Master continued the pitiless beating. After a
dozen strokes she was crying out at each one. She wished she
didn’t have to, but the pain was too much to suffer in silence.
The shame of letting Master and, worse still, William know how
much it hurt was even worse.
She had long since lost count of how many strokes Master had
delivered. She was getting near her limit now, the point at
which, however much she hated to do so, she would have to beg
for mercy. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, yet still
Master’s arm rose and fell and the crop smacked cruelly against
her tender flesh. Then at last Master stopped.
“Are you sorry for your defiance?” Master asked in a stern voice.
“Oh yes, Master, I am so very sorry. I will never behave that way
again.”
“And have you deserved your punishment?”
“Oh yes, Master, I was so bad and I needed your correction.”
“But would you bear more if Master decided it was necessary?”
kitten hesitated. It was cruel to ask her to submit to more once he
had stopped. But the pain had been good for her. Her guilt had
been burned away in the fire that Master had kindled on her bare
bottom. She had done penance, she was purged in the flames of
her chastisement. And if Master willed it, she would now submit
to anything.
“As you wish, Master,” she said.
She wondered what William made of it all. Was he excited by the sight
of her white bottom marked by the red welts of Master’s crop? Or
did the severity of Master’s onslaught engender awe, even fear?
“Five more,” said Master. “If you deserve them.”
“Yes, Master, I deserve them,” kitten said.
There was a special agony in the last five strokes now that her bottom
had been tenderised. The pain was even worse than she feared,
but she welcomed it as no more than her due. Once it was over
she would be pure and good and Master’s chosen girl once more.
Whatever it was that had made her rebel had been beaten out of
her now. She was ready to humble herself at Master’s feet.
At last Master threw his crop aside.
“That’s how to give a punishment,” he said to William. “And you see
how the strokes are closely grouped, maximising the effect.”
“Yes, indeed,” said William. He sounded impressed.
“Perhaps you would leave us now,” Master said.
William went out. Master took some lotion and spread it gently over
kitten’s blistered bottom. He whispered words of comfort in her
ear, then he put his hand between her legs, pressing his fingers
into her cunt, which was dripping with her juices. He spread
them up on to her clit, and gently coaxed an orgasm from her.
After she had come, she sobbed quietly as he held her for a
while, before releasing her bonds.
She fell at his feet.
“Thank you, Master,” she said. “I feel better now.”
“I was proud of you,” Master said. “And now again you are my good
little girl, my dearest kitten. I shall fuck you well tonight.”
kitten smiled to herself. I feel I have earned that, she thought.
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