"This was your first punishment. Lengthy beating of your tits and pussy. For hurting your mother, for being rude to her. Did this punishment teach you something?"

"Mmm mmm."

"I hope that's true. But I know lazy bitches like you don't learn easily. I will remove your hood now. Sounds good?"

Really?! Fucking really?! I'd be able to breathe normally again! To close my mouth and swallow without this huge hard thing in it!

"Mmm mmm."

"You need to promise me two things though. That you will keep your eyes completely shut, at all times. And that you will keep your mouth shut too, never saying anything. If you do one of those things, I'm putting the hood back on, and restarting the punishment. Do you promise?"

"Mmm mmm."

The unbuckling and removal of the hood from my head was THE. VERY. BEST. experience in my life. A mixture of half-dried tears, sweat, snot and spit was leaking down my face, but I didn't care in the slightest. Closed my mouth and took a good deep breath for the first time in AGES. Kept my eyes and my mouth shut, with the determination that nothing could make me open them.

"To make things a bit easier for you, I'll put a blindfold on you, and will tape your mouth."

He swiped my face with some sort of towel first. The towel didn't smell good, but I didn't care. And then the blindfold, as well as the tape on my mouth, were kind of tight, but I didn't care. They were NOTHING compared to that hood. And honestly, I preferred them to the risk of inadvertently opening my eyes or my mouth.

Then he helped me lean against a cold wall. That's when I realized that he had been holding me ever since he removed the hood that was hooked to the ceiling. Otherwise I would have fallen. When I was leaning on the wall, he removed the restraints that were keeping my ankles wide apart, and then he led me several steps in some direction. I heard the sound of a shower, and some tiny drops sprinkled me.

A moment later, my hot sweaty body was engulfed in icy cold water. The shock was brutal, and it made me breathe as fast as I could through my nose. The pain of my breasts and pussy was unreal, when they met the cold water. But after some moments I felt how soothing the icy water was for my beaten tender parts. I felt the vanilla smell of some shower gel that JD poured on me. He continued washing me as I was trembling uncontrollably. But to be honest, after the initial shock, overall it didn't feel that bad to be cooled down with this cold water after the brutal punishment. I mean, I knew much worse, at this point.

He dried me a bit with some towel that didn't smell that bad. Then he oiled my bruised breasts and pussy with some oily substance that had a nice smell. Like the cold water, this caused a strong pain at first, but a very soothing sensation afterwords.

The sound of the running water had reminded me how incredibly thirsty I was. And then I felt that a straw was pushed into my mouth, probably through a small hole in the tape. I started sucking on it immediately. It seemed to be very diluted and somewhat stale orange juice. THE. BEST. DRINK. I had ever tasted in my life.

I was so incredibly fucking relieved that he was doing these soothing things for me, that I started crying. Silently, since my mouth was taped, and I didn't want to make any sound anyway. This new blindfold was letting my tears roll down, and was not keeping them stuck against my eyes.

He had removed the metal cuffs before they made my hands go lame. He had removed the hood before it broke my jaw or strangled me. He washed and oiled my bruised breasts and pussy. He didn't punish me for peeing myself. He let me drink. He was not trying to destroy me, there was hope here! He was really trying to reeducate me! He was trying to get to SOMEWHERE with all this, and that somewhere was not my utter destruction. He probably sincerely believed that this was the best way to reeducate me. Maybe the only way. And who was I to judge if that was true or not? Did anything else change me before? No!

It sucked that I couldn't tell him any of those things. He would see then that I got it.

"Back at home, you were spending all day, every day, lying on your bed. To rest from last night's party. That's what a lazy bitch you were. It's like a bed addiction! Here, you are not getting any bed. You are quitting cold turkey. The hard floor will be your bed. So that you understand that we, normal people, rest ONLY WHEN WE REALLY NEED TO!"

Hard floor? Give it to me! I so much wanted to lie down a bit. That would be so amazing, to lie down to rest a little.

"I'll let you lie down on the floor to rest a bit now, cause I've got some stuff to do," he said, as if reading my mind. "But the restraints keeping your arms behind your back, the tape on your mouth, and the blindfold stay on. And when I'm back, I expect them to still be on, or you'll get in such big trouble that it will make your adventures so far look like a walk in the park."

I got down on my knees, and then I lied down on the cold hard floor. This was such a bliss, to be able to lie down! Even if my shoulders were hurting from the restraints keeping my elbows close together, and my pussy was hurting something savage and I was kind of worried about its state, and my beaten left breast didn't feel great pressed against the floor.

As I heard the metal door close behind him, I immediately drifted into sleep...

---

"Hey, lazy bitch, enough rest, wake up! Get up"

I immediately regretted waking up. I was swimming in an ocean of pain and discomfort. Everything was hurting incredibly. I couldn't even tell which was the worst part. Well, I guess it was my pussy, actually.

But I was not stupid enough to disobey, and started pulling myself up, which was not easy with the restraints, the disorientation from the blindfold, and the stiff muscles.

"I wanna keep you fit and strong. Which means, you'll exercise every day. There won't be anymore parties with dancing. So more traditional ways of exercising will have to do. Start with a bit of stretching. I know your hands are in an armbinder behind your back, but do as much as you can."

I'd be an idiot not to immediately do what he told me to. I started stretching my neck, my legs, my back. It was very painful, but very needed too.

"Now give me twenty squats without any breaks. And make them clean and good or you gonna fucking regret it."

It turned out that squatting with armbinder and blindfold on was very hard, not only because it was hard to keep the balance, but also because it was hard to actually realize if I was managing to keep the balance or not. But his words had hit me like a whip, and I focused super hard on not falling and on pulling it through.

After that he continued making me do various other such exercises. And he always had a specific number in mind that I had to do without breaks and very clean. I was focusing as hard as I could. Breathing hard through my nose, my mouth still taped.

It was going on and on and on and on. He didn't seem to be able to get bored of this. All my muscles were on fire. Breathing just through my nose was not sufficient. I was all in sweat. I was on the verge of falling all the time, because of the fucking blindfold. But he just ordered me to do more and more and more, and threatened me with unspeakable punishments. And I knew that the unspeakable punishments would REALLY happen if I failed. He had more than proven that.

After an absolute fucking eternity, no further commands followed. I was just standing there, all in sweat, breathing as fast as I could through my nose.

"Now you won't be really happy about the next step, but it's something that's really important to me. I want you to practice getting used to the hood, so I'll put it back on you. This hood was very expensive to begin, and I put a lot of work into it. Added extra holes to the straps so they can be tightened more. Added three extra straps. The gag was small and flexible, I replaced it with a much longer and thicker one made of wood. There was a big hole for the nose, I replaced it with two tiny slits. So why is this hood so important to me. One of my biggest pet peeves is people talking to me. They just spew out stupidities. I cannot stand it. So I generally don't talk to people. Cause if I talk to them, they will just answer with tons of stupidities. Today, when you were wearing the hood... and I guess also now, with your mouth taped, but the hood is much better... so yeah, today, when you were like that, for the first time I felt like I WANTED to talk. I told you so much stuff. Stuff that was very important to me. Not random stuff. Usually I just keep things to myself. But this hood made it possible for me to express very private things to you. So I want you to become really good at wearing it. I know it's tough! But practice makes perfect. You know the drill: keep your eyes shut tight at all times, and don't say a word, while I remove the tape and the blindfold. Or you'll regret it bitterly."

And he couldn't POSSIBLY imagine how much I hated this hood. And of course, he hadn't cleaned it at all from the previous use. It was absolutely disgusting. I had to use all my willpower to open my mouth willingly for the huge wooden thing to fill it up.

But it's true that JD had always been a man of very few (usually harsh) words. Until today. Today he gave me all these long speeches. And seemed to really mean all of them. I had to remember to always take very seriously everything he said. And not to speak at all even when I could.

After he tightened the straps of the hood, he again attached it to whatever hook there was in the ceiling, and raised it so that I had to be on my toes. That brought up so bad memories that I immediately started trembling uncontrollably.

"Your hands cannot stay for so long tied behind your back. That'd fuck your shoulders. But I don't trust you enough to free your arms without putting you in this hanging position first."

He removed the armbinder. Both the pain and the relief from my shoulders returning to their normal position were beyond intense. He asked me to stretch and move my arms, while I was still hanging there, on my tippy toes. Then he bound my hands in front of me, and raised them up, and I guess attached them to another hook on the ceiling, because I couldn't lower them again. Then I guess he detached the hood from its hook, because I could stand on the balls of my feet again.

He raised the other hook, the one that my hands were attached to, until I was very stretched. But it was definitely better to be almost-hanging by my wrists than by my head, mouth and throat.

"Do you want a hug?"

What?! Hell no. But I wasn't crazy enough to say that.

"Mmm mmm."

And he pressed himself against my naked strung up body, wrapped his hands around me. He smelled bad! But who was I to judge, I was all in sweat after the extremely long and intense workout. My bruised breasts didn't feel good rubbing against his T-shirt or whatever he was wearing. But the hug... well, it didn't feel that bad, to be honest. It had been such a terrible day. If it was even still the same day? What time was it? I had no idea. A hug was a hug, after all, and it was a bit of comfort. Tears welled up in my covered eyes.

I felt some tickling on my neck. He was probably kissing me there. And then his hands went down to my ass. Well, I knew where this was heading, and I was not surprised. If anything, I was surprised that he hadn't fucked me earlier.

"You've been sleeping around a lot. Fucking with just anybody. But that's over now. A woman has to be dedicated to just one man. A man who is also dedicated to her. We ain't gonna do any of this fucking around, I'm not gonna be number one hundred. So I gotta ask you. Will you marry me?"

I'd been praising myself for how well my brain had handled all the events so far, in this crazy day. If it was even one day. But when he asked me this question, my brain just exploded inside the tight cruel hood. What?! He was asking me to marry him?!

But no matter how crazy this was, the answer was easy. I could only say yes or say no or refuse to answer. And I'd be totally crazy to say no or to refuse to answer. Because that'd put me on the receiving end of his wrath, bruised and exhausted as I was.

So instead, I got engaged, with a simple:

"Mmm mmm."