Punishment



   * * * The Letter

   "She's not angry with us Isabella, but with me.  I've not been training
you properly for months."

   Looking down at me Mistress Alessia continued, "You've nothing to worry
about sweet Isabella, but I've spoken on the telephone to Mistress Tracey
asking her to take us back.  I've had to write to her telling her why she
should.  Now I've put it in writing there can be no going back."

   "She will be angry with both of us Mistress, but I'm glad you wrote. 
It's something you had to do.  There's no way we could allow this to
continue unresolved.  You and I both made our solemn promise to her to be
her submissive, so we will have to take whatever she meters out.  We did
have some sexy times with her training, and if I may speak for myself, I
want to learn more.  I feel a great love and devotion to her.  And she
brought new levels of intensity to our love life; our lives in general.  "

   "Yes, she has," she said smiling, "But I've neglected you badly and the
new Mistress we have now maybe gorgeous but isn't goal oriented as Mistress
Tracey is.  I really want to get back to the way it was before.  I think we
both need her techniques because they have a glorious end: us in Her
service."

   "It's not my place to comment really Mistress, but I agree; but what
will she do?"

   "Oh, yes, good question, girl.  I'll be punished, severely punished. 
Maybe you too but I doubt that."

   @>-'--,-

   My mentor and my beautiful Mistress Alessia had spoken to our mutual
Mistress and had been instructed to write to her.  She wrote:

   "Mistress Tracey,

   This is by far the most difficult letter i have ever written.  i
apologise for not writing when instructed by You during our telephone call.
I could hardly see through tears and my mind was tearing me apart.

   I know i'm a foolish idiot - unworthy of any respect, of trust or even
consideration as a person.  You're right, i let my libido, my cunt, get the
better of me and i am ashamed, humiliated.  Of course, i should have waited
for You.  I knew You had problems that would be solved given time.  All of
us wished it had never happened.  But stupid slut had to go off looking for
cheap thrills despite its dedication, in spite of it, in defiance of its
promises.  This slut knew what she was doing but did it like a stupid,
rebellious teenager or worse, a three-year-old having a tantrum.

   My face burns in shame as i write.  I am miserable; a miserable thing.
Yet, my heart hurts that this slut has betrayed You.  To ask forgiveness is
too much to hope for or expect.  So this slut, a nobody, thing, begs only
to serve and expects nothing.

   I have left my best friend and lover, Isabella, down badly as You
stated. I doubt she sees it that way but i will leave You if You wish to
talk to her to sort out her position.  I have no wish to ruin her life
however much it hurts me.

   I love You, nothing will change that; i thank You for giving us Your
time and Your love,

   slut Alessia"

   * * *

   I was privy to Alessia's letter to Mistress.  She told me that she had
made a horrible mistake and begged Mistress to take us back, especially me,
and that she had apologised profusely in a conversation she had instigated.
Alessia was distraught following this conversation and I was unable to
console her.  Her distress became contagious and I sank into despondency
and uncertainty.  However, we did talk and I loved her despite her
failings. I would follow her come what may.

   Several days after receiving slave Alessia's letter of contrition,
requesting but not expecting forgiveness, Mistress replied,

   " A true Mistress, is someone who will own another person completely,
fully understands that in the long hard road to total obedience to, and
total dependence on, her Mistress, to arrive at the point where nothing is
deniable, takes time.  And in that time, the potential slave will err,
transgress and make stupid mistakes and errors of judgement.  The true
mistress knows this.  And whilst it is not forgiveness, because a mistress
does not forgive, it is the understanding of the nature of her slave.

   I told you at the start that very little of the true conditions for a
'life-time relationship' is a Mistress/slave sexual bonding.  Sex is a tool
to achieve the true slave status you desire so much.  Do you now understand
why I have not rejected you?

   Signed Mistress Tracey"

   I thought that Mistress, while not condoning Alessia, at least
understood her, but in not rejecting her needed to discipline her errant
truant.  I also pondered that sex slave is a misnomer for Alessia and me,
but I guess, at least, some forced slaves are just sex slaves.  I will ask
mistress; she will know.

   However, Mistress Tracey has decided that rather than determining the
corrective action herself, slave Alessia should set her own punishment. 
Mistress Tracey Is well aware her slaves are human and make mistakes.  But
this mistake is of monumental proportions: ignoring her mistress and trying
to put another in her place.  This can only call for severe punishment and
humiliation.

   First is one month of orgasm denial.  For Alessia, with her high libido,
a single day will seem like a month,.  A month like a lifetime.  Both
Alessia and I know that any attempt to limit the punishment will only
result in something even harsher; indeed, a poorly thought-out punishment
will, by itself, only invoke further punishment.

   With mounting apprehension, she suggested a flogging of twenty-seven
lashes -- one lash for each year of her life.

   Mistress agreed.  But it was to be twenty-seven lashes with a flogger on
each buttock, and to be administered by me.  My Alessia was shocked by the
apparent severity, doubling of the number of lashes she was to receive.  I
saw her face pale and body tremble: she was visibly shaken to the core.

   Mistress instructed Alessia that I was to be her proxy and how she I was
to go about the punishment, thrashing each buttock alternately, building up
both speed and intensity with every stoke.  An interval between strokes of
three seconds until twenty lashes and then the speed to be increased to two
seconds until the punishment had been deemed fulfilled was decreed.

   * * *

   In Mistress Tracey's name, I, slave Isabella, called to Alessia and told
her to leave the bedroom.  As instructed, I told Alessia to prepare herself
by stripping naked and ready herself for the punishment that had been
determined.

   Knowing she had transgressed, slave Alessia, in her heart, accepted that
the punishment she was to receive was justified.  She left, not hesitating
for a second, knowing that if she did extra punishment would be dispensed.
She also knew that the discipline of absolute obedience and service to
Mistress was her road to fulfilment.

   * * *

   I, Isabella, Mistress Tracey's proxy, had prepared as bidden.  I removed
my clothes and applied sandalwood-scented massage oil to every part of my
body.  My olive skin gleamed and I stood tall, by the bed, oiled, sensual
and proud.  I had washed and brushed my hair till it was shiny and full but
I'd done it up in ponytail to keep it from interfering with my task ahead.
For now, Alessia was my slave.  My heartbeat increased.  There was a
throbbing between my thighs.  I called her into the bedroom.

   "Slave, you are ready?  Come to me now!"

   "Yes . . .  ."

   She paused probably wondering what to call me, "Isabella," she said
tentatively; tears welled up in her eyes.  She had also groomed her brown
hair and the light from the window brought out the red in it.  Despite
evidence of fear and tears, to me, she radiated beauty.

   She'd removed all her clothing and stood naked and vulnerable before me.
We looked into each other's eyes but she deferred to me looking down
averting my stern gaze.  An odd feeling of power crept into my conscious
mind.  It shocked me that I felt that way a minute or so before I was to
inflict a flogging upon my dearest friend.  But I had a task, an
obligation, and a commitment to follow this through.  My feelings meant
nothing to anyone.  I instructed her:

   "You are not to look at me and you will to bow to my feet."

   In a distressed voice Alessia replied, "Yes, Isabella, I understand."

   "Slave Alessia, Mistress Tracey has decreed that your despicable
behaviour cannot go without severe punishment and has appointed me,
Isabella, to execute it in her name and in her absence."

   Alessia did as ordered and came to me looking strained as tears rolled
down her cheeks.  I explained her punishment as previously prescribed only
in writing.  She visibly blanched at hearing it spoken.  I then asked her
to tell me if she understood why she was being punished.  She answered
deferentially.

   "I have been selfish, have neglected my dedication to Mistress and have
disregarded you."

   I went to my dresser and extracted the black leather flogger Mistress
had sent to me.  The plaited leather handle fitted my hand well.  I let the
long leather strips fall menacingly to the floor in front of me.  My pussy
and clitoris stirred within me as I looked at it; felt its weight.

   Her eyes widened, fixed on its many strips.  Her nipples hardened before
me.  Tears started welling as she fell silent barely breathing.  Her
immediate fate was in my hands and she knew I had no options.

   I ordered, "Bend over the pillows.  Feet apart!"

   I'd piled them on our bed; the bed on which we had both so often shared
passionate intimacy.  The bed stood against the window and the light from
it shone on my oiled body.  I could feel the power surging through me. 
With the flogger, I prodded her feet apart.  Mistress had made no mention
of gagging her but I gave her a wad of my discarded panties, "Bite on
these."

   She seemed calm as she took the wad into her mouth but was
understandably tense, and I could see from her demeanour that she was
terrified and tears were still running down her face.  She was becoming
unsteady, shaking.

   "You are to count each alternate lash until you reach twenty-seven. 
I've been told you may cry or even scream, but any abuse will merit further
punishment.  "

   My voice was strong and firm.

   "Do you understand?" I was acting on behalf of our mutual Mistress.  I
was in total command.

   In a brave but quavering voice my Alessia said, "Yes.  Thanks.  But
please do it like Mistress said she would do it?"

   "I will do it the way Mistress has instructed.  There is no other way"

   "Please, get it done, I want it over with.  I don't think I can stand
the strain of waiting much longer.  I'm not sure I will be able to take it.
You know this is my first flogging.  I'm very scared."

   Then I let the flogger trail over her back as I moved to view her
buttocks and measure my swing.  I began to feel the full power of a
dominatrix.  I saw Alessia's buttocks tense up.

   "I will now begin the punishment."

   For my first stroke I hit her with just a half swing.  She didn't yelp
but I had hardly touched her.  I concentrated on a slow build up of the
strength of blow, increasing the power with each stroke.  Every
three-seconds the blows were swinging and flogging her, a stroke on each
side.  After a forehand lash, my arm returned giving her a backhanded
thrashing.

   By her count of five, she was crying.  Tears ran down her face into the
wad of panties pressed firmly between her teeth.  Pink stripes began to
appear on her skin.  My feelings of power grew stronger.  She was fully
exposed to me; her little brown rosebud was contracting and dilating,
winking at me each time as she tensed up in anticipation of the next
searing pain.  Her counting had become weak through her sobbing but just
audible nevertheless.

   By her count of ten, she was very pink, had tears streaming down her
face and was sobbing dreadfully.  I was then startled when I thought I saw
her labia starting to glisten.  Not much, but just enough to be definitely
noticeable.  She has given up clenching her sweet butt cheeks.  It must
have been an awful effort for her to keep up with my flogging rhythm.  To
my utter surprise, I realised I was becoming damp too.

   By fifteen, she screamed at each blow but they were muffled in my
panties stuffed in her mouth.  Her breasts were hard, her nipples tight.  I
noted, with some unanticipated satisfaction, her juices were now completely
coating her labia.  Mistress had told me she might become aroused and now
there was no doubt about it.  Not only was her bottom pink but also her
labia were puffy and had coloured to a rosy sunset.  The sweet odour of her
sexual secretions permeated the room, an aroma with which I was intimately
familiar.  knowledgeable.

   By twenty, she had stopped screaming but was sobbing, I assumed, in
pain. Her sobs had changed noticeably in tone to more like moans, moans not
quite those of pain but of something else.  Could it possibly be in bliss,
perhaps in ecstasy even?  I knew it was different: it was one of her
familiar sighs of pleasure; I couldn't believe my ears or the sights I knew
so well.  She was red and puffy all around her butt.  She was drenched with
her sex effusion, so she was obviously in a high state of sexual arousal.

   By now, I was hitting her hard and was becoming tremendously aroused
myself whether by association or my domination over her, there was an
aphrodisiac power and with sheer physical exertion, my adrenaline was
coursing through me.  Both of us had our juices flowing copiously.  I
lashed her very hard and decreased the interval to two seconds between
slaps.  By the twenty-third lash, her moans were clearly those of pleasure.


   A second or two later she came intensely.  Her groans came from deep
within her battered body, spilling out through her gag.  Her skin became
goosy, the little hairs on her back and neck stood on end, and the whole of
her body effused a pink glow.  I was flabbergasted watching her body,
wracked and twitching from her orgasm.

   At twenty-seven, the last two strikes of the flogger, delivered as hard
as I could on each side of her now red-raw buttocks, and we both orgasmed
fiercely, virtually simultaneously - she for the second time.  Her back
arched as her pussy juice gushed over the pillows.  Again, she howled a low
guttural sound from deep within her as her body convulsed with her orgasm.
Amazed, I stood wobbly-kneed as my own orgasm took hold of me.  I sank to
my knees watching her orgasm in close up until mine swept me away to my own
state of pure ecstasy.

   I was exhausted, drained physically and emotionally.  I had my my
adrenaline flowing flowed to keeping me going.

   I lay on my back next to her, our bodies just touching, my oily, sweaty
body, my breathing still not fully under control.

   Through her tears she smiled at me, "I made amends," she said and
fainted.

   I regained my breath, brought a wet towel and carefully placed it on the
welts of her angry-looking buttocks.

   * * *

   I watched her, as she lay slumped over the pillows, her breathing
beginning to slow to normal, her face beginning to regain its colour.

   My Alessia was stirring.

   Two minutes later, my lover's eyes fluttered open.  She looked at me
smiling and said, "Oh, Isabella, thank you so much.  I cannot begin to tell
you how wild and wonderful that was."

   I couldn't believe my ears, although, in hindsight, I too had found the
experience incredibly arousing -- to the point of an intense orgasm.  I had
seen Alessia orgasm twice at an intensity I'd never previously witnessed.

   I replied, "I only did what I was told to."

   "Yes, I know."

   ''You're not angry with me?"

   "No, oh no!  After the initial shock and pain, I kind of started to
drift off in an odd sort of way."

   "Drift off through all those fierce whacks I gave you?"

   "Yeah, it was weird - it was like I'd floated off the pillows.  Like all
before I'd got to half way.  It was like, somehow the pain in my body
didn't belong to me but I began to feel hot, my whole body tingled then I
knew I would cum like crazy before long, and boy, did I ever."

   "You had your pussy-cum dripping all over starting 'bout then.  How did
that happen?  It wasn't like I was being sexy?"

   "Endorphins must have started kicking in.  Mistress told me about them.
They are natural pain inhibitors produced in our bodies."

   "Yeah, I remember that."

   "So when that happens, in circumstances like these, the pain diminishes
and oddly becomes pleasurable and it might, as in my case, acutely arouse
sexually.

   "Yeah, the feeling of power over you was awesome and when you came I did
too.  Isn't that weird?

   Alessia giggled and said, "Yeah, you're a sick puppy, kid," but after a
pause continued, "No, Mistress said you might cum even if I didn't.  She
said flogging somebody can act as an aphrodisiac.  It did for you, hey?"

   "God, yeah, and I felt a bit guilty getting hot like I did until I saw
you come so intensely."

   "Gee, I've never come so wickedly intense before.  If I wasn't so
fucking sore I'd get you to do it again."

   "Please tell me you're joking; I haven't got the strength."

   She laughed loudly and moved to kiss me.  She winced and so I moved to
her.  Our kiss was long and passionate.

   * * *

   Isabella wrote her report of this task to Mistress and by return
received the following addressed to both of her submissives:

   "My darling children,

   I am pleased.  You have both learnt something today.  The path down
which you are going has no other end but in My service.  As a result of
what happened today your love for Me and each other can only deepen. 
Isabella has learnt what it is to hold power and what a burden it is. 
Alessia will know not to err again.  She has learnt she has only one true
desire.  Her desire is exclusively to serve Me, to love Me and to obey My
every wish, unquestioningly.

   Mistress Tracey"