Fast and dirty S&M Short. Details the brutal punishment of a female submissive that results in her orgasm.
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ADVANCES ELECTRONC &ELECTRON PHYSICS V46
She would face punishment today. That was why she waited in this room, with its dark walls and gothic equipment. This was the dungeon, the place where lessons were learned, the place where she feared to be. The fear was like a living thing inside of her, fighting with her will to break the stillness that bound her. The punishment could be anything, a strapping, electrodes that would make her skin jump and flush, clamps, the list is without end, this room was open to them all. Despite her fear she wanted the punishment, not because the pain thrilled her, though it did in a way that nothing else ever would, but because she deserved to be punished. She had failed him, failed him utterly, and needed to prove to him that she was still his, that she still served him and would learn from her failure. As her calves cramped, her shoulders sang out with the sweet agony of immobility, she hoped for his forgiveness, and his severity.
Time had no meaning to her, the pain in her legs and shoulders had become a dull throbbing part of her existence, something that had always been there and always would. Finally, after what must have been hours, she heard the steady, slow clomp of boots on the stairs. She heard him enter the room, could hear his breath as he circled about her, as her eyes remained fixed on her knees. The soft brush of his crop as he lifted her long dark hair from her back with it nearly caused her to jump. By some miracle she remained still, saving herself untold torment.
“Stand” Came the order, at last.
The fire in her legs nearly made her cry out as she slowly raised her self from her prescribed kneeling position without the use of her hand to lift or even to balance. After such a long time on the hard floor it called on all her will to remember her discipline and rise properly. Hers was not a world were effort was credited, success was demanded and failure was harshly punished. Having succeeded, she spread her legs the proper two feet apart and clasped her hands in the small of her back, head down, eyes on the floor. Her heart raced with the fresh fright that she always felt when he inspected her in this way, prodding soft flesh with his crop as he moved about her. He ran a finger through the tight clevis of her armpit to ensure that no stubble existed, slid that same finger up her neck to behind her ear with the softest of touches, to test for a shiver. Learning to be still under that feather touch had taken months of discipline, the thought of her triumph in controlling her body’s involuntary responses nearly made her smile in spite of herself.