Punishment












By accepting a D/s relationship the submissive knew she had given all she had to her Master. During their relationship she had learned many things about herself. She had also learned the pleasure of bondage, spankings and whippings. She knew that she could handle anything that her Master gave her to do, but worried about failing him. She knew as long as his orders where followed she would be well-taken care of, and she also knew that if she failed his orders she would be severely punished. It wasn't the punishment that concerned her. It was failing her Master at all.

The Master knew he had found a very deserving slave. No matter how hard he made the assignments for his slave, she always fulfilled them to his satisfaction. There were times that he even tried to make her slip-up, just so he could demonstrate his punishment on her. It was important to him for his slave to understand the difference between reward and punishment.

It was a standard assignment each evening for the slave to prepare and feed her Master his dinner. On this particular evening he had asked to be served spaghetti for dinner with a bottle of wine. That day while her Master was gone, she prepared his dinner as he had requested. She always hated it when he requested spaghetti for dinner, for she always worried about dropping anything on him during the meal. For if she did, she knew that she would be punished. She was also given the clothes she was to wear for her Master each night. Tonight he had laid out a black cotton mini skirt, black cotton tank top, garters, black sheer stockings and black leather pumps.

That night when the Master arrived home, he was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a white dress shirt. The slave asked her Master if she could help him change into something more comfortable for dinner. The Master replied "No, I wish to wear these clothes during dinner." She had hoped that he would change, she dreaded feeding him in his dress clothes, especially the white shirt.

Following her Master to the dining room, she pulled the chair out for her Master to sit. This was standard practice each night. As she took a napkin to place over his shirt, he ordered, "No napkin tonight." "This is a test to see how well you can serve me." " I do not expect you to spill anything on me during the evening."

"Yes Master," she meekly replied. Thoughts of failure were running rampant through her mind. She had never failed her Master yet and was so fearful of doing so.

After her Master was seated, she went to the kitchen and returned with his meal. She placed the plate of spaghetti in front of him, opened the bottle of wine and poured a glass. Her Master then ordered "Kneel and feed me slave."

"Yes Master," she replied as she knelt beside him.

"I will start with a drink of the wine you chose for me," he ordered.

"Yes Master," she replied. She lifted the wine and held it under his nose for a minute so he could smell the aroma of the wine she had chosen for him.

Inhaling the wine, he looked deep into her eyes. Grinned and said "a splendid aroma."

She proceeded to lift the goblet to his lips. As he opened his mouth, she slowly tilted the goblet, so that he could sip the wine. Savoring the flavor of the wine in his mouth before swallowing, he looked quite pleased at his slave. Then he commented, "Very good choice slave." "I am pleased." "Now feed me some of the spaghetti you have prepared me. "

She twirled the fork slowly in the spaghetti, before lifting to her Master's lips. Making sure there was no loose spaghetti that could fall on her Master. Opening his mouth as his slave lifted the spaghetti to his lips, placing the fork within his mouth, he then closed his lips around the fork as she pulled the fork away.

A gentle sound of pleasure came for her Master's lips as he slowly chewed the spaghetti and then swallowed. Looking at her, he commented, "Very good meal my slave." "You have pleased me."

"Thank you Master," she replied. That is all I wish to do is to please you. She continued feeding her Master till nearly all the food was gone. She was starting to relax a little as she had almost finished feeding her Master the spaghetti and hadn't spilled any on him.

As she was giving her Master a drink of wine she over tipped the glass and some poured onto his shirt. The Master looked down at the red stain on his white shirt then looked deep into his slaves eyes. She had turned completely white with fear and was looking straight at the ground.

Grabbing her by her hair he pulled her head back so he could look deep into her eyes. "What have you done my slave?" he asked.

"Master I am so sorry, I spilled some of the wine on you," she said in a very trembling voice.

"You have failed me slave and must be punished," he said in a very stern voice and his burning eyes looking deep into hers.

"Yes Master," she replied. She started shaking at the thought of what was about to happen to her.

At that moment the Master stood up, and grabbed his submissive and lifted her up off the ground. He carried her to the bedroom and then sat on the end of the bed. He quickly turned her over face down over his lap. Grabbing the miniskirt he pulled it down to her ankles. He then hooked his right leg over hers to hold her legs down.

She dared not say a word at this moment, but she was terrified of what was in store for her. She knew that she had no control of what was about to happen. Her ass was bare to her Master and she was in for a spanking like she had never had. She felt the first hard smack of her Master's hand against her ass. Ordinarily he started out gentle when he was spanking her for pleasure. There was no stopping between each of the swats as her Master normally would. Before she knew it he had delivered 20 hard swats to her ass.

She felt her Master grabbing her hair and pulling her head up. Look into the mirror slave, he ordered.

"Yes Master," she replied as she held the tears back. She knew that in crying she would fail her Master.

"What do you see?" he asked.

Not knowing what to say, for she knew not what answer he was looking for. "Your slave," she replied.

As he held her head up by her hair, he started spanking her ass hard again. Feeling the onslaught of his hand on her ass, she realized she didn't answer correctly. Again as before they were 20 very hard swats to her ass, with no stopping between each swat.

"You know why I spanked you again don't you slave?" he asked.

"Yes Master, I answered incorrectly," she replied.

"So what do you see," he asked again.

"A lowly slave that failed her Master," she replied. Hoping this was the answer he was looking for.

"That is correct," he replied.

"Now I will continue giving my failure of a slave the punishment she deserves," he stated. Again she felt the swats of his hand on her ass. He continued and gave her 20 more. She could barely stand the sting of his hand on her ass, but knew that she deserved this punishment for failing him.

She felt so totally helpless being punished. She knew that she could not ask him to stop, like she could when being rewarded. Her Master continued spanking her again with another 20 to make it 80 hard continuos swats to her ass. She knew that she had failed her Master and was getting what she deserved. The Master continued until he had given her 100 swats to her ass.

"Now go sit in the corner, and think what it means to fail me." he stated.

The submissive went to the corner by the bed and kneeled, looked directly at the floor. She could hear her Master removing his clothes, normally a chore she did for him each night. Then she heard her Master start his shower. These were duties she enjoyed doing for her Master. She continued kneeling in the corner, knowing not to move until her Master told her to do so. She lowered her head more as tears slid down her cheeks, the feeling of failure in her heart. She looked forward each day to the time that she could undress her Master and give him his shower. She knew that her Master was teaching her a lesson on failing him. That serving him was a privilege, something that she must earn.

She heard her Master finish his shower and return to the bedroom. He had not said a word to her since he had finished spanking her. All of a sudden she felt her Master's hands around her waist as he lift her from the floor. She lay limp in his arms as he carried her to the bed. She dared not say a word, or even try to move. This was a new feeling to her, being punished instead of praised. Her Master was a kind Master and normally prepared her for what was going to happen during their sessions. Tonight was different as he never said a word to her.

She felt herself being thrown face down on the bed. Her Master grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up into the air. It was still burning from the spanking she had received. She felt his fingers tightening on her hips as he pulled her to him. She felt him roughly penetrating her. He was pulling her hard back into him and them pushing her away. He was using her body for his own pleasure, and not letting her please him at all. He was slamming hard against her ass. The more her Master pulled her to him, the tighter his grip was in her hips and the harder he slammed into her ass.

All of a sudden she heard her Master moan as he emptied himself into her. When he was finished he pushed her back down to the bed and rolled away from her. He had not allowed her to reach an orgasm. Then she heard her Master speak "You will not fail me again will you."

"No Master," she responded.

"I am going to go to sleep now, you will sleep at my feet tonight," he ordered.

"Yes Master," she responded. As her Master got under the covers of the bed she moved to his feet. Even though she had been severely punished, she lay at her Master's feet knowing that she had been taught a lesson she would never forget. She also knew that she had found her place in life being his slave.

As the Master fell asleep a grin came over his face. Knowing that in this lesson he had shown his slave the difference between being rewarded and being punished. He knew that she would try even harder to please him and to follow his orders




© 1999 Master Fire





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