PUNNISHED, AND PUT TO BED (PART 2)

I lay sobbing on my bed. Striped red, and burning from the candy strap. (A length of red, yellow, and blue braided plastic cut from a childs jump rope, and made into a fiery whip.)

The lesson having been "taught" (A private matter between Mistress, and I.)It was time to deal with a punnishment spanking I had coming, for falling asleep in church. Mistress usually uses a switch for this pacticular offense, but not having a fresh one available, she decided on using the rod instead. (For new readers,the rod is a thin whippy plastic switch that stings like pure fire.) The punnishment for falling asleep in church is to be whipped up, and down starting with 25 on my bottom,25 on the back of my thighs, and (oh god!!) 25 on my calves Then repeating the process in reverse. 25 more on my calves (oh god!), 25 on the back of my thighs, and ending with 25 on my bare bottom. (Mistress got started switching my calves, after reading that a reletive of her favorite author, Robert Heinlein, used to switch his.)

This punnishment is always an ordeal I dread. I hate being whipped on my calves. god it hurts! But tonight I was already on fire from the intense whipping I'd just recieved with the candy strap. I was red from my waist to my knees, and marked with stinging red welts. The heat from them actually making the sheet warm beneath me.

"Are you ready little bunny?" Mistress asked. "Oh please Mistress!" I begged. "It hurrts!" "Iknow, but we have to take care of this." She soothed. "Just a little longer, and it'll all be over." I just cried. I thought of asking for a reprieve. I even thought of using a safe word. But the personal shame of doing that to get out of punnishment was worse to me than the whipping to come.
Mistress started in on my burning bottom, the rod bringing fresh fire. I wiggled, I Moaned. I begged. Mistress whipped.
It continued on my thighs, with the rod's raised welts overlaying the hot red lines from the strap. God it hurt! I was sweating.
Then the lightening began on my calves. I knew it wouldn't change anything, but I pleaded anyway. "Oh please ma'am!" "Almost done little bunny." after a brief rest to catch my breath the final fiery trip back up my legs began. I felt lost in an endless whipping. Sobbing like a child. At last it ended.

I was allowed to rub, and to sit on my wooden chair. (A kinky pleasure Mistress indulges me in...I love the feel of the cool smooth wood on my hot striped bottom, and legs!) "OOOOH!" I whimpered. Sitting hurt. We spoke briefly. Mistress soothing, and comforting her goodboy. I felt incredibly submissive! Small. I was clingy, and very meek.

"I think you need your sleep little bunny." Mistress said. "Get your bunny, and get on your bed. Mistress is going to go ahead, and tuck you in." I started to cry all over again. "Do I haveta go to bed ma'am?" I wailed. I had napped earlier, and was wide awake. Plus being put to bed right after a spanking felt like I was still being punnished. Mistress was sweet, but firm. "I think Bunny needs his sleep baby. So get that hot little bottom on your bed."
Mistress told me goodnight, and that she loved me very much, which took some of the sting out of it. But I still lay in the dark hugging my big blue bunny, and crying for awhile. :(

PUNNISHED, AND PUT TO BED

When the phone rang,I checked the caller id, knowing who it was. I was in trouble.
"Hello?" I said. I felt very contrite. "Hello little bunny" she answered.
I heard obvious affection in Mistress's voice, but she was all business. I was made to go to the bathroom, get my door closed & locked, and stripped. It was punnishment time.
I was told to get the candy strap, and get on the bed. "Lets start with fifty, good, and hard, on that bottom." Mistress set me on fire! God, that thing hurts!I began to cry. After those were finnished she moved to the backs of my thighs, and started a fire there with fifty strokes with that strap. Then it was back to my burning bottom for fifty more, and back to my thighs. I began to beg.
"Please?" I whimpered, in the smallest voice I could manage. Mistress continued to rain fire on my bare bottom, and legs. I was sobbing openly now.
"Fifty more on those thighs Bunny." she said quietly. "Oh please!" I cried. "Now!" Her voice was hard. I moaned, but complied. My legs, and bottom were hot. With new lines of fire being added relentlessly. I was being taught a lessen. And the lesson was going to be learned. I lost track of the number of strokes after awhile, and just cried & begged in a red fog of pain.

Finally it stopped. I was allowed to rest for a bit, and catch my breath. Then it was time for the rod...
((to be continued....))