I kneel with my head down, my arms behind my back, and my legs spread as wide as they can go. My heart is pounding, and my skin in clamming up in a dry sweat. I resist the urge to glance up at the door.

Soon enough, I’m greeted by two socked feet.

“Eyes up.”

I jerk my head, and see Master glaring down at me.

“I‘ve trained you better than this, slave. I have high expectations for my property- and you have failed to meet them,” he says.

I feel my eyes welling up again. I find the pain that comes with the fact that I let Master down far outweighs the effects of any physical punishment. I only ever want to please Master. His happiness is what matters most.

I almost reach my hand up to wipe the tears and running mascara from my cheeks, but then think better of it.

“I know what you think you’re getting tonight,” he adds.

I cock my head to the side. “I’m…not sure, Master.”

“You’re assuming that because I’ve brought you to our bedroom, that means that I’m going to bruise you with the paddle,” he says. “I’ll admit, I haven’t been creative lately.”

I think back to the last time we were in this position. My phone died on my way home from a night out, and Master ensured that would never, ever happen again. He tracks my location, so, when he noticed that it suddenly turned off, he was livid. I managed to get a cab and make it home safe- but I’ll never forget the look on his face when I walked through the door at 1am. Anger couldn’t even begin to describe it.

My ass was bruised so badly, I needed pain killers to make it through my week. I now triple check that my battery is fully charged before leaving the house.

“Oh,” I say. “I guess, Master.”

I trail my gaze back down to the floor. Master snaps in my face, commanding me to look back up at him.

“We’re going to find other ways to teach you your lesson. Face down, ass up, on the bed.”

I close my legs. Master snaps.

“Now.”

I scramble onto the bed, ignoring the burning in my knees and ass. Master comes up behind me, and roughly grabs both of my wrists with one hand. I then feel the smooth silk of his tie wrap securely around them.

“I’ve been practicing, little one.” He whispers down at me. Rope was something Master has wanted to explore with me for a while.

“Thank you, Sir,” I respond. I’m expected to use my best manners during punishment- even through the intensity.

“Now, for these legs.”

I then feel cuffs tying each ankle to the bedpost. I’m trapped, with my face shoved into the blankets, and my ass sticking out in the air.

Suddenly, a pillow with a vibrator is stuck between my thighs. I whine. Any clitoral stimulation- especially when combined with the friction of a pillow- drives me absolutely wild. If Master plans on edging me, I’ll never survive.

The vibrator turns on, sending a wave of pleasure through my lower body. I unintentionally begin humping the surface beneath me.

“I expect you’ll enjoy this part, kitten. Go ahead- cum whenever you’d like.”

I’m both elated and perplexed. Why am I expected to feel good during a punishment?

I allow myself to get lost in it. The warmth between my thighs sends shivers down my spine. The exposure of my ass and pussy cause me to sink deeper into subspace- especially combined with the knowledge that I’m putting on a show for my Master. I imagine myself riding him as I grind my hips deeper and deeper.

“Come on, little one. Cum for me.”

I do. My vision is clouded temporarily, causing the sheets beneath me to fill with stars. I roll my eyes back, as I can already feel another one building.

“Tonight, you’re going to cum for me,” Master begins. “Many, many times. It’s going to feel so good at first. Great, even. But eventually, your little clit is going to get tired. It’s going to become so overused, it will hurt even more than as this little ass.”

Master gives me another hard spank, I feel the reverberations in my clit.

“When you get to that point, I want you to remember that the things that make us feel good are not necessarily good for us. Yes, you might be tired after work, but falling out of your regular routine will not yield positive results. When you begin to cry, beg, and plead me to turn off this vibrator, I want you to seriously think about your actions this week, and how they will affect you. When I see that you have learned your lesson, I will turn it off, to which I expect a sincere apology for your missteps.”