She stood before him, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back,  naked except for the black leather collar around her neck,  listening intently to his cool, firm voice as he chastised her for her disobedience.  She was a girl again, and this feeling of butterflies in her tummy  had not changed one bit despite the decades which had passed since she was last truly disciplined.

  Was it that no one had cared about her… or just that they had not cared enough?   She had that scary-delicious feeling in the pit of her stomach…she had allowed all that naughtiness to spread through her…goading her to defy the one real authority in her life.  There was guilt, surely, and fear of reprisal… for although she knew that she would pay dearly for her sins - she did not know which punishments would be administered.  But along with these feelings of remorse was one of smirking self-satisfaction, that she had succeeded in being so naughty, and it was this childish  gloating that would cause her to experience the worst discipline she had yet received by the hand of her Master.

 He smiled inwardly at the pretty picture she made, even as his voice took on a harsher edge.  He was angry, for he had not expected her to take this rebellion quite so far.   In a way, he was glad that she had finally stepped so far over the boundary, for he recognized the craving which was so strong within her… one that she herself had yet to fathom.  This womanchild desperately needed his commanding  force in her life - to be cared for … controlled totally…and to be thoroughly punished…taken in mind and body to  the special realm that a Master carves for his submissive which binds her to him. (more…)

 

Her sister walked in carrying a large bowl of water and a towel and washcloth over her arm. She placed the bowl on the floor next to the bed, and she laid the towel and washcloth on the bed next to Katie. I noticed that she had also closed her robe and tied it tightly in the front. I could not tell whether she had put any panties on. She left the room and returned shortly with several items: a disposable razor, scissors, and a can of shaving cream. All of these she placed on the nightstand next to the bed. She stood next to the bed and discussed something with Katie which resulted in Katie sitting up on the bed, propped up on her elbows, with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.

Katie slid forward on the bed so that her legs were entirely off of the bed and her ass was on the edge of the bed ( I was soon to be enticed by that position, too). Now she was again lying back on the bed, as her sister made preparations at the dresser. She turned to face the window and I could see that she held a wet washcloth. As she was approached by her sister, Katie spread her legs extremely wide, and the wet washcloth was laid over her pussy. Her sister placed her hand upon the washcloth, “pressing it into place”, I guess. (more…)