I hear Sir coming down the steps of the dungeon. My stomach flipping in fear and anticipation. I told myself to not dare look up. I inwardly battled using as much of my willpower as I could muster. I could feel Sir standing in front of me.

Feeling His finger under my chin lifting my head up, allowed Him to gaze upon me. He motions me to stand, and I rise slowly, before Him.

I hear His instructions and spread my legs apart, my cunt open and visable. I place my hands on my head, feeling utterly ridiculous, but so open to His gaze, my body displayed in such a way. I curse myself that I cannot hide my arousal, which is peeking through.

Biting my lip, I feel his finger parting my sex, knowing that He knew how aroused I was becoming. I fidget slightly as he circled my sore clit, but loving how wonderful it felt. I seemed to float as he rubbed.

As he did so he said "You seemed to have a fascination for my crops, it would seem appropriate therefore, that it be the first implement of your punishment."


I gasp, the fear apparent in my eyes as I took in His words. I shivered as I saw Him choose the crop that I was caught holding, when He found me.

I sighed as I felt the crop slide between my breasts, and flinched as it travelled down my stomach. I trembled as the crop still made its way lower. I gasp in surprise as I hear an audible slap. I realised a few split seconds later that Sir had hit me with the crop. I gasp in surprise. The jolt of pain running over me like a warm blanket. My fingers twitched as I tried to keep my hands on my head, wanting so much run my fingers over the spot.

I look at Him, so many things running through my head, I stay in position in silence, but my eyes wild.