Mistresspennymae
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He stands before her, head bowed. Face aflame as her eyes travel coldly over his naked body. The white crop swings casually from her wrist. He is wearing small welts along his chest and back where it has nipped at the places where her eyes have come to rest. He prays that his flesh does not betray him.
He watches the tips of her white boots slowly approach. He can still taste mud on his tongue and hopes that he has pleased her with the cleaning that he has provided.
"Arms up higher my worthless one."
Her voice, so low and kind sends a tremor straight to his cock.
He closes his eyes and sends up another silent prayer that his body behaves as his Goddess wishes.
He raises his arms as high over his head as he can stretch.
"Grab the bar and hold tight. If you release it I will become very angry."
She walks around him slowly. A small smile touches her lips.
"Do you know why you are here, slut?"
The question is rhetorical. He is here because it is what she wishes.
"No ma'am." he speaks so low one can barely hear him.
Compared to the squeak that is his voice her laughter rings around the room settling in his gut.
"You were caught fondling my cock this morning during your morning cleaning. You almost made a mess in my shower."
The sound of disappointment in her voice brought tears to his eyes.
"Please forgive....." The crack of her palm against his cheek stopped him.
"I don't need your simpering apologies or pleas for forgiveness." she whispered. Her mouth was so close to his ear he could feel her breath.
"I simply need you to be as still and as quiet as you can. If you are a good bitch I may let this one slide."
The relief that she may forgive him caused his shoulders to relax. Too late he realized that was a mistake.
The crack of the cane against the small of his back caused him to dance away and cry out.
"FAILURE!" she screamed into his face.
The shame of his quick failure to perform such a simple task brought the tears flowing from his eyes.
Oh why did she not tie him to the bar. Why did she not gag him to keep him silent.
"Do you wish for the ropes my little failure? Would you like for me to give you a gag to choke on so that you do not scream again?"
"Please Mistress." he pleads, the tears choking his words.
"Well that is just too fucking bad," she spat into his face, "you will stand here of your own volition."
The white glove that has the honor of covering her velvet skin slides up his burning chest stopping to pinch his swollen nipples. Twisting them hard.
He breathes in a sawing breath. Determined to please his only reason for being.
She grabs him by the chin and turns his face to hers. The movement so fast that he is startled. His frightened blue eyes meet her warm brown ones. He is completely enthralled with this unexpected honor. When he watches all of the warmth leech from their depths he realizes that he has made yet another mistake and quickly drops his back to the floor where they belong.
She leans in closer, her lips mere inches from his own "Too late slut. Your cock has already betrayed your true desire."
He watches out of the corner of his eye as she raises the crop, dragging it through the forest of welts that pepper his skin. She brings it down with all of her might and catches his scream in her mouth.
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Forgiveness is sweet - 
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