The Naughty Spot

She stood there in front of me wearing stockings and heels, and nothing else. I told her to turn around.

Around her waist I put the black cincher corset. The straps I pulled very tightly, leaving her only shallow breaths as her lungs compressed against the squeezing force of the leather.

“On the floor slut” I commanded, knowing that there was more than one way to comply. Of course she tried on her knees face up. The reality is no matter how she had complied, I would have told her she had done it wrong. Sometimes I need to create situations where she is guaranteed to fail, so I can then administer the punishments. “On your knees, face down”, I said.

For a minute or so I admired the view. She waited patiently for me to notice. To do something. To give her any kind of attention. I left the room and made myself a drink, taking my time. When I got back to the room, she had not moved. Good girl I thought, but did not say.

“Stand up,” I instructed, which she did with some difficulty in her 5 inch hooker heels.

I walked her to the wall, facing a mirror. I wanted her to see her face. Around her head I put a metal open mouth gag. This was a new item in my box of toys and I was eager to see it’s effect. With a slight gasp she opened her mouth as the metal went between her teeth. The strap I pulled very tight and buckled it in the last hole.

Facing the mirror, I had her step back until she was around 2 feet from the wall. Taking her left hand, I put it against the wall to the left of the mirror. I then did the same with her right hand. She was now forced into a position where her naked ass was bent out for my pleasure. “Spread your legs”, I said. Of course that was followed by “MORE”, which she did until her wet labia was visible glistening between her open legs. So I left the room.

Taking my time I picked up a simple metal bowl, about 6” across, from the kitchen. Then out of my box of toys I carefully selected two more items. One being a leather flogger, about 20” in length with beautiful metal studs on the handle. The other item was plastic cane, about 2 feet in length. Of course, when I got back, she had not moved.

Gently, I let the leather flogger drape against her shoulders, her face, her neck, and then her ass. I pulled it off her skin and paused. As I did her body stiffened as she knew what was coming next. So instead I kissed her, briefly, and then, stepping back, put my full effort into a very long swing hard whip of the flogger against her bare ass. She gasped but said nothing. Perfect.

I kept flogging her for a few minutes, watching her ass redden with each hit. Looking up at her face I notice two things. One, her eyes were closed, in violation of my instruction to keep them open. So I repeated it and she opened her eyes. What she saw in her face was the pleasure and the pain of her flogging and the saliva dripping down her mouth and chin onto the floor. Remember she could not close her mouth with the gag. I said “you had not kept your eyes open and so you will be punished for not strictly doing as I say. But you have also drooled onto the carpet, so this will be taken care of as part of your punishment.” I picked up the metal bowl and put it on the floor where her saliva was dripping. “Don’t let any more spit hit the carpet. It all better drip into the bowl.”

I then went back to behind her and grabbed the cane. This is a very stiff length of hard plastic. It gives very little and being thin it has very little give. Hence, it hurts like hell and can leave quite a nice mark. With carefully aimed hits against her ass, I caned my initial into her ass. The deep red lines were quite appealing to me, and painful to her. She so loves attention. Her lovely letter to me posted here explains that.

…to be continued – [in part two, she does a very bad thing]