Painful, Loving Corporal Punishment
The sudden pull on my balls brings me back from my reverie. It is not a sharp pull but increases until I can barely stand still. I brace myself as my balls begin to ache, feeling them pulled down and away from my body. The silk cord wrapped around my scrotum four times in layers between penis and balls. Tied and then drawn between my legs. Now the cord is tugging and pulling my testicles constantly forcing me to pull against it in order to stand still. I am facing the corner of the room, naked, my hands clasped behind my neck as ordered.
It is hard to measure time in such a position and I am nervous. Mistress is angry with me. No, I take that back – not angry, more like disappointed. I could have tried harder to find her the arousing story she ordered me to find her. I am in trouble and I suspect she is secretly rather pleased. She warned me this morning I would be punished hard – the hardest spanking she has ever given me she said. I am nervous.
“Come here,” she calls from the couch where she has been sitting sipping wine and watching my discomfort, watching my balls pulled between my legs by the red cord. Every so often, she has pulled the cord to keep me on edge, to remind me of her control as if I needed any reminding. I turn and step over the cord and drop to my knees. She pulls the cord again as I begin to make my way to her on my knees. She keeps the tension all the time making me ache. I know that soon I will wish I were back in the corner again.
She has laid several items on the coffee table beside her. The old wooden hairbrush, black leather gloves, a leather strap, a wooden paddle. I silently pray she does not intend to use all of them.
“Pleasure me,” she says pointing. I kneel between her legs and raise her skirt to give me access. She wears thigh-highs but no panties. As I bring my head into position, she pushes it down with her hand into her groin. My tongue seeks out her lips and strokes them; they are already moist and so warm. I wonder if she has been stroking herself as she watched me. But of course she was!! I lick up and down and feel her press up against my tongue. I switch up to find her clitoris and lick at her. I love that smoothness and the feel of her hard and pressing against my tongue. I alternate between the lips and the clitoris. She sighs softly and I suck in a breath of air whenever I can, for as she presses down on me my nose is closed. But this pleasure does not last long.
“Enough!”, I hear her say, “Stand up.” Reluctantly I stand and place my hands behind my neck as required. She motions me to stand by her right thigh and then pulls suddenly on the cord. I gasp aloud with the sudden pressure on my delicate balls, more delicate than normal after so much attention. “Lie across my lap!” I lean forward and let her help me position myself across her knees. She likes me lying forward, hands on the ground but only my toes touching the floor. She pushes me down knowing I always try to take my own weight in order to spare her. She likes me to be helpless and supported by her. I try to relax (relax!!!! Some hope knowing what is about to happen!), and let myself go. I try to sink into slave-space and just let it all happen, not fight it, not feel each smack.
She runs her right hand over my buttocks caressing the cheeks. Her left hand seeks out my left nipple and takes it, squeezing it hard. I moan with pleasure and feel my penis tensing. I always feel it there but right now, my penis is so aroused. No, I do not mean especially hard, although he is somewhat erect. When you haven not had an orgasm for a long time, three weeks in my case, you seem to be aware of your penis all the time, a constant longing. Mistress controls my climax and she has not let me come for three weeks now. I have gone longer in the past. I have to keep him hard for an hour each day; sometimes she watches as I do so and sometimes she helps, stroking him, even taking him in her mouth, something I always long for. I lie across her lap my penis throbbing lightly with pleasure.
I feel Mistress moving and realize she has taken the end of the red cord and has it near at hand. I feel her separate my cheeks and know she is inspecting me. That does make me so nervous. It is not as bad now as the night she shaved my buttocks – she started with wax strips with me bound on the bed, my arms tied high behind my back. The next night she finished the job with a razor. I prefer the razor!!! Now my buttocks are always kept shaved smooth for her. I feel her pull the cord so my penis and balls are between her legs. She closes them and feel the pressure on my penis making him jump a little.
The spanking begins. At first it is pure pleasure. If I did not know things would change shortly, I could really enjoy this. Well truth to tell I do enjoy it anyway. At first, it is like a massage – maybe for four or five minutes she slaps me languidly and lovingly, just how I know she loves to do normally. She does enjoy giving me pleasure but we both enjoy pushing the limits too. This is a punishment and I know I cannot use a safe-word. She would respect it I know. But I know that I cannot use it, I owe her that as my Domme.
Now the slaps sting and my buttocks begin to feel warm. This is the most enjoyable part for me; the slaps are evenly spaced and feel so good.
But soon she is spanking harder and each stroke takes on a character of its own. Why does it always seem like she is concentrating on just one spot when I know she is spreading it out.
I try to force my mind back into sub space and not focus on the stinging sensation but it is hard now. The slaps are coming hard but also fast. There is little time between slaps to deal with the sensation. And now the blows are really hard. I can feel her raising her hand high – perhaps shoulder height – and letting gravity do the work.
Good old efficient gravity!! Oh God Owwwwww!! Now each stroke makes my head fly up or roll from side to side. I long for some respite but she shows no sign of pausing. I cannot help but cry out. My buttocks are soooo warm now and the stinging is quite unbearable. She did not say how long the spanking would go on, She just said the hardest you1ve ever had. It seems a long time, a very long time.
I am certain I cannot take any more and somehow my hand reaches back to protect my sore buttocks. As it comes back I gasp in pain as my balls are pulled down sharply. I get the message and my hand returns to its place. The pressure on the cord remains though as she continues to spank. My hand comes back without my willing it only to be grabbed by her left hand and forced up into the small of my back. The spanking continues and I am moaning and pleading for a pause that does not come. Then it does come. Suddenly the spanking stops and it takes a moment for my mind to register. Mistress runs her hand over my sore and trembling buttocks. I can feel the heat. I know it must be very red.
“Get up slave”. I do so and stand trembling slightly by her side. “Thank you Mistress,” I say, “thank you for punishing me.” She looks at me smiling faintly “Oh, but your punishment isn’t over yet silly sub”. I groan inwardly. “That was only the beginning. I want you to remember today for a good while so that you will put all the more effort into serving me.”
I am ordered back into my corner. I stand there longing to caress my buttocks but knowing that is not allowed. The cheeks feel wonderfully warm and so tender. I stand there wondering what will be next. “Make him hard for me,” she orders. I begin to stroke my penis and to help things along remember other times I have been made to arouse myself. I think of how Mistress puts on the leather penis sheath. First I stroke him until he is growing nicely. Then she straps the leather penis-ring end of the sheath around the root of my penis making sure it is tight. She fastens one of the straps around the base of my penis and motions me to stroke more. As my penis stiffens, aided by the penis strap, she progressively tightens the other four straps along the length of my shaft. Nice memories indeed 🙂
My penis is erect; the longing to just continue and ejaculate builds. Mistress is standing behind me and leans around me taking my penis with her hand to stroke him. “Come back and take up position,” she orders. I do so quickly and she grasps my penis between her thighs. I lie there moving my hips slightly to enjoy the sensation of my penis held this way. I hear her chuckle. “Enjoy it while you can slave!”
The spanking begins again but this time she has donned the black gloves – her hands sore from punishing my buttocks. Mistress has never spanked me this hard but at least now she leaves time between each stroke so I can handle the sensation better. She pauses too, caressing my sore flesh and running a gloved finger up my crack teasing me, pressing on that little knot. As she does, so my hard penis responds and I know she can feel it on her thigh.
During one such pause, she switches to the hairbrush. I hate the hair brush – it stings unbelievably. The loud smack of it striking my tender buttocks seems to make the stinginess worse! “Count!” Mistress orders. “One Mistress, Two Mistress…..” Oh God I cannot take much more of this.
Each stoke is truly painful – it would be if my buttocks was fresh but after the preparation she has given it the brush feels like fire. I cry out with each stroke and wriggle my hips but she hold me down firmly. “Aaaagh. Nineteen Mistress”, “Owwwwwww. Twenty Mistress.” The spanking stops and she caresses my buttocks. Oh how I love this part. I want this to go on forever.
“Now slave, have you had enough ?” she says. “Oh Yes thank you Ma’am,” I reply. “I will be more careful in future I promise.” “Yes I think you will”, she says quietly. “But I am not done with your punishment yet. There is one last part to it.” My heart sinks. “Get up!”
I gingerly push myself up and rise to my feet. My buttocks is so sore now and I suspect it is beet red. I think it will be bruised tomorrow. I stand by her side with hands behind my neck. She gets up and leaves the room. She returns with something behind her back. “I’m going to be kind to you and allow you an hour to recover a bit before the last phase of your punishment,” she says. I have a nasty feeling I am not going to like the next part. “That last part is going to be 12 strokes with your favorite implement,” she grins as she brings her hands to the front and reveals the riding crop, my least favorite implement.
“Yes Mistress, if it pleases you,” I mumble. “Good,” get back into your corner and keep that penis hard all the time.
I return to the corner and begin to stroke my limp member. “Turn around so I can see you!” I turn and face her. She comes over to me and blindfolds me. “Keep stroking.” My penis begins to respond and soon is hard as I run my hand up and down along the shaft fighting down the urge to climax. Every now and then, a light pull on the cord tells me Mistress is watching me.
Suddenly I feel her hand cupping my balls – she moves so quietly in this carpeted room. She closes her fingers and gently squeezes, not enough to cause pain but rather discomfort and apprehension. Her hand takes my shaft and strokes it – I place my hands behind my neck as she does so and enjoy the beautiful sensation. “Good sub,” she says softly kissing my cheek as she rubs me.
“Please stop, Ma’am?” I beg as I approach the edge. She stops and pulls down hard on the cord that helps stop my climb. “Stroke again,” she says after a minute has passed. I hear her leave the room and continue to arouse myself. She returns and I feel a glass of water pressed to my lips. I drink gratefully.
“Lie across the table,” she orders. I walk over to the table and lie forward over it bent at the waist, my arms stretched in front of me. “You can wait like that until I am ready to crop you.” I hear the pages of a magazine being turned and lie trying to be patient despite the burning of my buttocks and my fear of the cropping I am about to receive. Time passes slowly, nothing is said. I hear the pages turning every now and again. I always find it hard to wait and do nothing. Mistress knows this and uses it against me. Yet I do manage to think of the joy of being Her slave.
Even this punishment has its good side – I feel submissive, I feel I am giving myself to her. I hear her uncross her legs, the sound of her thigh-highs moving against each other. Her hand touches my buttocks and I flinch. A finger separates my cheeks – I feel latex and cold. The finger enters me pushing into me. I accept it loving the feeling. It is deep inside me turning and wriggling causing wonderful sensations. I know this is Her way of soothing me. “It’s time my poor sub.” A few more movements and the finger is suddenly withdrawn. I groan in disappointment. “Don’t complain. Be thankful you got that!” “No Ma’am, I mean Yes, thank You Mistress,” I reply. She tugs the cord and I get up and am led to the rear of the couch.
“Stand still.” She attaches cloverleaf clamps to my nipples.
“You might as well suffer there too,” she grins. I am pushed over the back of the couch so my feet are off the ground and my legs are slightly splayed. Mistress attaches cuffs to my wrists and joins them with a double shackle. For a moment, I wonder if I am to be gagged as well but am relieved this does not happen. “Count off the strokes,” she orders. The first stroke catches me totally off guard coming almost immediately.
“Aaaagh,” I cry and then pause to let my mind deal with the pain. “One, thank you Mistress. may I have another please?” No sooner than I finish the words but the crop slashes across my buttocks.
“AAAaaaaaaag!!. Ohhhh Mistress. Two, Ma’am, Thank you.” I pause a good while summoning courage to ask for another. “May I have another please Ma’am?” “Ohh God! Three Mistress, thank you. May I have another.” I know she is not hitting me as hard as she might but the pain is very harsh. I can feel the parallel lines across my buttocks and I know she is working from top downwards to that most sensitive part just above the thighs, the soft part, the part she has so far spared I now realize! I can barely stop myself from pushing of the couch although it would be hard in fact as I am well immobilized.
There is nothing I can do to avoid the strokes. “Ooooooooh!!!! Ten Ma’am, Thank you Mistress, another please?” This one caught me right on the sensitive part. I hear the crop just before it bites into me. “Oh God!!! Thank you Mistress. Eleven. May I have another?” She runs the crop over my buttocks, which feels like traceries of fire. Up and down the crop rubs stimulating every line and every part of my flesh. She presses the crop against my buttocks lining up its fall point. She draws it back and I flinch. But there it is just touching me again! The twelfth stroke comes suddenly. Before I feel it leave my skin it is whooshing back down. It is not an especially hard stroke but it cuts diagonally to cross all the others joining them with a line that crosses my two cheeks from top of one to the bottom of the other. I yelp with pain only mitigated by knowing this is the end.
“Thank you Mistress, thank you.” I am almost sobbing now.
I feel something cool rubbed gently over my buttocks – iced water on a cloth. She is soothing me now and it feels so good. Gently she cools the tender buttocks, dries it and lotions it. She unfastens my cuffs and pulls me back so I can stand, somewhat wobbly but standing! Her tongue is on my nipple and she carefully removes the clamps one by one.
Now she takes me in her arms and holds me, kisses me. Now I feel at peace. I have never before felt so much hers, so owned. The hot stinging of my buttocks feels so good.
(An old Usenet post.)