I had a painful night ahead of me. My mistress had purchased a flimsy new paddle that looks like a toy. Boy, was that judging a book by its cover.
My name is Daphne. Yeah, like in Scooby Doo. I am twenty-two as I write this. I am 5' 2'', petite, with a B or C cup, depending on the bra. I weigh about 105 pounds and have very long light brown hair, and big brown eyes.
I am bi-curious with curiosity towards men. I dated boys in school but never fucked any of them. I just gave them oral and used my hands. No boy ever got near my honeypot, and a girl gave me my first orgasm, not counting masturbating. I was hooked on pussy from that day.
I live with a woman that I call Miss. She is my lover, and my Dom play partner. We have been together since we met about two years ago.
We were pretty vanilla in the beginning, I mean, she would playfully spank me, and had given me rules, to try to make me a better person, but nothing like we are now.
We are still not true 24/7 players, but my rules are 24/7. We act vanilla in real life, but any mistakes I make have consequences.
I have a certain collar I put on when I want to play, and Miss wears a very special bracelet when she does. In play, I can be punished for what I do in real life, so I try to be careful. Not so much, really.
I am a Brat, so says Miss, and we both enjoy the dynamics of Brat versus Tamer.
I am down with almost anything sexually. I'll usually try most anything twice, to be sure I didn't like it the first time.
So far, my only hard limits are breath play, blood, and water/toilet sports. I'm not judging, I'm plenty kinky, those things are simply not in my bag of tricks.
I am very Submissive, a Rope Bunny and a certified Pain Slut.
I love most non-damaging sexual pain, and to be clear, bruises on impact spots don't count as damaging. I don't want to be brutalized, but I can take anything a responsible, caring Dom cares to dish out.
My current kinks are edging, fear play, and sensory deprivation.
That said, Impact Play is my favorite thing in the whole world.
When playing, I prefer 'thuddy and dark' implements over 'sharp and bright'.
Wooden implements are the best, then leather. I Don't care for crops or canes as Funishment, but they are okay for true punishments, when I really fuck up. Of course, I do accept any punishment given.
Whips are a mixed basket for me: floggers with too many falls don't hurt enough, and single tails in inexperienced hands can make me bleed, but are lovely, in the hands of an expert.
I don't like any whip with knots. Scars and blood are what I do consider damaging.
I love tight restraints. We have an elaborate, adjustable, padded, punishment bench with leather restraints everywhere. It takes a good ten minutes to strap me down good and tight. It is the safest place in the world when I trust my playmate.
Enough background on me, on with the story...
I was on edge and had been, for almost three days. I had been a real brat to Miss, so I was being edged for seventy-two hours as part of my discipline.
If I cum, I will be punished. Funishment, but still punishment. In general, I like to cum several times a day, and I'm insatiable at times.
Normal Funishments are corporal punishment, extended edging, and orgasm control.
Real punishment is none of that. It's boring shit, like being charged with menial tasks, such as doing the maid's work, polishing coins, counting grains of rice and being denied my electronics, etc. Should a girl my age really have to stand in the corner?
It started when we went shopping. I was in want of a new pair of shoes, as well as some new toys, and Miss promised to let me pick them all out, her treat.
I was dressed and made up to look like I was about fifteen years old, and Miss made up to look much older than she was.
Mom and daughter?
It certainly looked that way to me.
At the first store, she insisted on a pair of shoes that I didn't care for, so I pouted and played the brat to my best ability.
I was rude to Miss, rude to the clerk plus whining and bitching nonstop.
Of course, this is a game, and I was playing my part perfectly.
She finally had enough, so in front of the clerk, she pulled up my skirt and swatted my ass twice on each cheek, while loudly telling me she would deal with me later.
The clerk, a girl close to my age, gave me a small smile as I turned red.
I get moist when I am treated like a bad 'lil girl in public.
She paid, then apologized to the clerk for my behavior, and told her I would be put across her knee and spanked when she got me home.
She pulled me to the car, scolding me loudly all the way, as people watched.
Next, we went to Walmart, to get a hairbrush we didn't need. She made a big show of selecting the right brush and made it clear to everyone around, that it was for spanking me. She even asked the checkout girl if she thought it was the right thing to use.
We dropped our purchases at home, and she dressed me up to look even younger.
I was wearing a Catholic School Girls uniform this time, and Miss was dressed in a leather catsuit for this next trip. She looked hot!
Our next stop was The Pleasure Chest on Santa Monica in West Hollywood, a twenty-minute drive from my house.
It's a huge adult store. They have things there you can't even imagine.
This is my favorite store. Today I looked so young I had to show ID when we entered. That was hot too.
As I had planned, I made a scene. I was arguing and whining and I refused to come over when Miss called me.
Miss stalked over and grabbed my ear.
HEY! That's new, ear-pulling. Sweet.
She pulled me to the paddles, scolding me the whole time.
Lots of customers watched us with different looks; some amused, others curious and some turned on.
I know I sure was.
There were three clerks available, but when Miss loudly asked for help with the paddles, one clerk with a customer motioned to another clerk to replace her and rushed over to us.
She was older than me, tall, and very fit, wearing the tallest pencil heels I had ever seen, not including porn stars or strippers.
She asked Miss if she had a naughty girl on her hands in need of discipline, and Miss nodded.
They talked about me like I wasn't there. I was as turned on as I have ever been. This public humiliation was new, and I liked it.
That ear-pulling had done it for me. I was literally dripping. I was squishing my thighs together, trying to get some friction on my pussy when Miss noticed.
She stopped talking and hissed quite loudly, "What the hell are you doing?"
I turned red again and looked at the floor. She turned me around, lifted my skirt and swatted my ass hard as she could with the paddle she was inspecting.
My Hello Kitty thong was zero protection, and the swat made a very loud CRACK.
Everyone in the store turned to look.
The clerk grinned and said that wasn't allowed, and if she did it much more we would have to leave.
Miss and the clerk both laughed at that.
The whole store seemed to be staring at me.
Miss and the clerk started talking about paddles, and Miss sent me to pick out a pair of new nipple clamps.
I selected a heavy pair of chained butterfly clamps with removable weights on each one.
I see some e-Stim nipple clips.
Ohh. What's this? Both leads on one clip?
Yummy and safe. You can't put a lead on each nipple safely. The current would cross your heart.
I added them to my basket.
Miss ended up buying two paddles that I didn't get to see, as well as getting the clerk's number. Could be fun, hmmm?
Oh yeah, and a pink toy, I didn't see either.
More about that later.
I was excited on the drive home. I love new toys, and I was hoping for a wicked new paddle.
I saw one that had the word 'Brat' carved into the wood so it would leave the word imprinted on your ass. Nice, huh?
We got home and unwrapped the toys. I was disappointed with the paddles.
Plastic.
Fucking lightweight, white plastic.
Nothing to 'em.
What?
Am I, like, six?
The first paddle looked like a wide ruler, maybe fifteen inches long, less than two inches wide, and less than a quarter inch thick.
The other was almost two feet long, with a five-inch round swat spot. Meh.
Miss knows what I like, and I like to hurt.
These could barely swat a fly.
I ragged on Miss all during dinner. She just smiled her special smile. It made me wonder what she had cooking.
She has this sly smile sometimes when she knows something I don't.
I was unhappy and didn't let up with my bitching.
Miss was starting to get upset for real.
After dinner, I was ordered to strip and bend over the sofa.
Miss came up behind me and rubbed my slit up and down. She traced from my clit to my other hole. She brought my juices from my pussy to my ass and rubbed with a circular motion, then stopped.
She let me settle down, then rubbed my slit again, until I was moaning and squirming.
Again, she stopped.
"All right young lady, to the attic," she snapped.
That's our playroom.
She laid down the rules. Or Rule. No cumming without permission.
Okay, nothing new here. Again, she smiled.
I asked, "What the fuck is that smile for?"
She frowned. "What did you say?"
Shit!
I broke a standing rule. No cursing. This was gonna cost me.
She pointed to the punishment bench.
She had set it up with the narrow fourteen-inch wide bench.
I straddled the bench, one leg to each side hanging down, with a leather bolster under my hips, so my ass was raised high and I was splayed wide open.
Obscenely, pornographically, spread wide open.
She strapped my ankles, knees, wrists and upper arms, then secured a strap across my lower back.
She told me to struggle, so I do.
She checked, then tightened the straps.
I was helpless.
I was dripping wet.
Again she smiled that smile.
She went behind me and slid a finger inside me, making me groan.
She knelt in front of me, then opened her hand.
She was holding a pink egg with a tail.
"What the fuck is that?" I asked.
Shit. Cussed again.
Why must I antagonize her?
Again that frown.
Then that smile again. "You're gonna like this," she told me.
She walked behind me and I felt the pink egg being slid into me. Tight fit, as I have a small vagina, but no need for lube.
Her finger followed it in. I tried to hunch at her finger. Her finger withdrew and I sighed.
She tugged on the tail pulling the egg to my entrance. It was nestled against my G-Spot.
She walked in front of me and laid my punishment toys out on the table.
Both new paddles, a jar of ointment with the number three on it, and lastly, my special punishment brush. It has very stiff, short, sharp bristles.
I hate that fucking brush.
It's not for spanking, no no no, it's to brush freshly spanked skin.
It can kindle a fire half an hour after the spanking ends.
"Get that fucking brush away from me!" I screamed.
She gently stroked my hair and shook her head no.
The brush is a true punishment tool, and I'm not really due a punishment.
Shit. I had said 'fuck' again.
Maybe I did need a punishment.
"What's in the jar?" I asked.
"Just some cold cream," she said. "With extras. Think natural ingredient Icy Hot, only hotter."
I turned pale. I have a love/hate relationship with Icy Hot-type sensations.
was she really gonna put that cream on my ass after brushing it?
She said her botanist had made three versions of the cream. Number one was just like Icy Hot. Two was hotter and three was all fire and no ice.
Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck me.
