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Your not quite sure what the punishment is to be. I forbidden you to orgasm and had done so...

Your not quite sure what the punishment is to be. I forbidden you to orgasm and had done so anyway. I was most upset. Partly from the fact that my wishes had gone unheeded, but also from the fact you had given yourself sexual gratification outside of my presence.
I ordered you to be waiting in the bedroom when I got home. Stripped and kneeling on the bed. The position was familiar to you, to face down on the door, knees well apart, feet touching. Hands behind you, holding the opposite wrist. Shoulders back, head held up, eyes downcast. This time though you couldn’t help but feel the slight slouch in her shoulders, and fought to not hang your head.

you heard me arrive, moving about the house, perhaps getting a drink, perhaps something else to do with your discipline. After what seemed ages I entered the bedroom. I said simply and without anger: “You disappoint me, do not do it again.” Tears of shame burned on your cheeks. You knew better than to talk unless instructed to, better than to attempt to defend your actions.

First, I went to the dresser drawer that contained many of our playthings, selected a silk scarf, approached you from the side, ordered you to hold hands above your head, wrists crossed. I bound her wrists together.Although the binding might easily be loosened, that it was more a symbolic thing. If you did seek to escape the tying in any way, the punishment and shame would be far, far worse. Next, you were was instructed to bend forward on the bed so that your upper body was on the mattress, bound hands stretched in front, buttocks arched high into the air.

I gently touched your warm flesh, then without warning gave you a slap squarely across your ass. You cried out involuntarily with the searing hot sensation, an electric jolt coursing through your body.

“Did you say something?”

“No.” you answered through renewed tears.

“What was the noise then?”

“I cried out with surprise.”

“Another loss of control then I see. There is much to teach you.”

To your surprise, there were no more strikes. You realized the lesson of the broomstick was that i could punish you in a painful way when I so desired. But there was more in store for you.

“On your back.”

You do so. I secures your still bound wrists to the headboard. instruct you to spread legs at the knees, but keep feet touching. I binds your ankles together, slides the broomstick under your knees and attaches you to it on each end. Your legs are held apart.

My fingertips trace down your body, teasingly, finally touching your damp pussy. I’m sliding a fingertip between your labia, I senses that your is quite wet already, the smack on the ass both having caused pain and excitement.

“You are not to cum tonight at all, that is your true punishment.” I tells you.

I proceeds to toy with you, tracing up and down your swelling pussy lips, dipping a finger, then two inside. Resting a well lubricated finger directly on your hard nub of a clit, pressing down on it slightly, feeling the excitement build. I plays with you like this for many minutes, letting you get close to orgasm, then stop over and over many times.

I picks up a book, sits in the chair in the bedroom while you practically squirms on the bed. You hope I will let you cum, but knowing I’m not going to.

Then I approach the bed again. Again I traces over her tummy, finding you now fully engorged, wine red pussy. He spread your labia apart with my fingers, then starts slowly dragging another silk scarf over your pussy. The touch is so light, the sensation so subtle. It almost tickles, maddeningly so. It makes you long for me to touch you MORE, touch you HARDER, to let you just cum. But you knows I won’t, and knows that again I will bring you to the edge of orgasm again. I plays with you in this fashion again for an extended period of time, just slowly swirling the light cool fabric over you, sometimes letting the corner dangle and circle your clit, other times lightly pulling the fabric through the folds in your cunt. It takes longer to build in intensity this time as the contact is so lessened, but you feel yourself getting closer knowing that I won’t let you go all the way. Your hips start to undulate in that all too familiar precursor to orgasm … and I steps away again.

Again I picks up the book. Reads another chapter, seemingly unaware that you are practically shuddering in sweet pre-orgasmic agony on the bed.

Finally seemingly an eternity, I approaches again, This time I have a drinking straw in hand. Again I traces your skin, slowly searching out and finding your swollen pussy. I places the straw to his lips and begins to blow through it, directing the airflow on her wet pussy. I moves the tip of the straw up and down, you can feel the cool tingle of the moving air all along the length of her lips. Exposing your clit slightly, I teases it with burst of air, then returns my attentions to the rest of your cunt again. The touch is lighter than light. Worse than a tickle, agonizing almost in the desire to actually be TOUCHED! Far worse than the crack with the broom, you will gladly now submit to a full flogging rather than this deliciously cruel torture. It takes even longer this time to get her close. Through her yearning frustration of wanting to cum, you must admire my determination and effort in teaching her this most important lesson in future self control. You admire me with pretty much the last ounce of intelligents you can muster. You are approaching your plateau, hips starting to thrust again, knowing I will step away again … and I do. So masterful was I this time at taking you right to the edge, it is two or three minutes perched right on the precipice of orgasm that you remains, finally to slide back on the side of utter frustration.

she looks over and sees that I am well through the next chapter.

Again I approaches you, deftly slips a small vibrator into your cunt, giving you a warm, tantalizing kiss on your clit - you inhales sharply, a quick lick up between your labia - you shudders, and then I undoe the bonds. I remind you, again that you are not to cum tonight, and you feels the as yet dormant vibrator inside you, and you knows it is going to be a very, very long night and makes the promise to herself to ALWAYS pay mind to my wishes.