OW! HAPPY 0W! BIRTH OW! DAY OW! MISTRESS

I thought our conversation for the night was over when Mistress returned to the subject of her birthday. I knew what was in the wings. (EEP!) In her sweet as honey, teasing voice, I was asked if my door was closed, and invited to get the candy strap out of my bag. Ooh. Mistress wanted to play, and with one of the most painfull implements in my bag.
As soon as I was on my bed, pants off, she bagan. I was given thirty-one hard strokes on each cheek of my bared bottom. I was whimpering, and gasping right out of the gate. I had forgotten just how much that piece of braided plastic jump rope hurt!! OH GOD! Every stroke left a vivid searing stripe on my wriggling round butt.. It seemed to last forever. I was crying long before the last one. But Mistress was just getting started.
“Let’s see if we can dig out that groove strap Little Bunny” I quickly moved to comply rummaging through the paddles, rulers, and implements of..er..mass? Destruction. I found the lethal thing. (For those of you who don’t know, the “groove strap” is a tiny hollow piece of rubber tubing with a very flexible hard plastic inside of it. I found the two separate pieces, and put them together when I was still switching. I had intended to use it to spank women in “the groove” so to speak, thus the name.) God it hurts!
Mistress put it to use striping the backs of my thighs. Thirty- one more strokes! I was moaning, and crying out from the first fiery lash. I tossed my head from side. I thrashed on my bed. I fought to keep the stroke count as the fiery lines mounted on my bare legs. I finished , and lay sobbing on my bed. But Mistress had one final surprise for her, now very submissive boy. She just said one word, and I knew what was coming..
“Fly swatter.” “yes ma’am.” I replied, my voice a whisper.
OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD…My thoughts racing, I dug it out. “I have it Ma’am.” I told her in a trembling voice.
“Good.” came that honey voice. of her's ”Thirty-one on that shaft. Medium strength.”
I moaned loudly with each one. Fire, and lighting rained on my most sensitive place. I was getting hard by the third swat. It hurt SO GOOD! I jerked with each one, and cried out. OOH! OH GOD! OOOOOOOOH!
I was like a rock. Which, of course, made it hurt worse. I again fought to keep count, almost lost in the pain/pleasure, and wave of submission I was riding. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Finally it was over. I was sitting on my hard wooden chair, basking in the red striped heat of Mistress’s pleasure. I wished her a happy birthday. She thanked me, and as she was saying goodnight, she said. “I know what you like to do with a sore thing.” “Goodnight little bunny.” MMMMMM. She was right, it was time to start tickling my sore thing. I came twice before I lay down to sleep.

BUNNY

ORDER RESTORED

We had disagreed the night before. Never a wise thing for me to do. And when the phone had clicked dead in my ear, I knew I had taken it too far. I expected to be ignored soundly for a day or two for my cheek. Work, fatigue, life had woven it's way into the distance between us. I hadn't been touched by Mistress in play, or discipline, in some time. I returned to my book for an hour or two, and went to bed.


As soon as I heard her voice on the phone I knew I was in trouble. No goodmorning, no hello.
"Good your awake." she said crisply. "Are the folks still in bed?" I meekly mumbled that they were, expecting to hear her tell me to shut my door, or get an implement from my bag. I got another surprise. "Go cut me a switch." A thrill of fear went thru me as I hurried to obey. Her tone brooked no nonsense. I thew my clothes on, and leaving my morning coffee steaming on my desk, scurried out into the cool of the morning.



I reported back with a long supple switch a good two feet long, and was grilled about the time I was taking. What was I doing? Was I stalling? Ooh. I knew Iwas fixing to get it. I explained that I hadn't been dressed when she called. "I see." She said. "Well now you can get undressed again." I was stripped completely naked, and told to "get my little bottom on that bed." The switch began it's work. Fire rained down on me. she wore me out in increments of fifty on each cheek. I began to whimper.


After what seemed an age she left my burning backside, and began working over the backs of my thighs. OH GOD!! That was worse! The switch burned lines of fire down my legs. I began using the word please. It was ignored. I began to cry. Mistress alternated thighs, again in groups of fifty. " OH GOD!" I cried. 'Please?" I began to lose track of time. Lost in a rythum of pain.


And then she was talking to me. Asking me questions. I sobbed, and tryed to keep my answers down to yes, or no ma'am. That never works. Mistress has specific answers she expects to hear. I got one wrong, and found myself on the wrong end of the switch again. Fifty more on my flaming tail..then fifty more.. "OH GOD!" I wailed. "Don't you oh god me!" she answered,
moving back to my legs. I finally just broke down sobbed. And that was what Mistress had been waiting for. She continued a bit to make her point, and then it was over.



"Do you argue with me?" "Do you give me attitude?" I got all the questions right this time. Order had been restored.



Thank you Ma'am

from your happy, sore, very submissive Bunny