K’s atonement (part 4)

A story where K doesn't follow instruction for the first time, and her subsequent atonement

I go upstairs and put a few items from my play box into a bag and head downstairs.

My girl has behaved well and is in exactly the position I left her: naked but for her shoes standing with her legs apart and hands on her head. Which I consider very pretty.

I put my bag of toys down and move towards her. My first contact is to feel between her legs and check how wet she is. The answer is: soaking, so I gently stroke her already engorged clitoris for a while, and then I stop as she grinds against me. I can see K is enjoying this far too much for it to be considered a punishment.

I turn my attention to her nipples, which are not as hard as I would like now. I can fix this – I start by gently stroking her nipples and cupping her breasts to encourage them to harden. Then, while watching her reaction in her face, gently squeeze them and then pinch them hard so I can see the pain etched on her face. K emits little moans when I pinch, which pleases me.

After a disappointingly short time (less that 5 minutes) her nipples are nicely erect and I reach for my bag for the first time. My first item of play with K is scary for her: but I am punishing her, so I continue. It’s a pair of steel clover clamps joined by a chain.

I can see the fear in K’s eyes: she knows these will hurt, but is not in a position where she can say ‘no’ due to her earlier transgression. My hands tease her nipples to a state of maximum stiffness before applying the clamps. I love the way she takes a sharp intake of breath and gently moans as her nipples are tortured by the pressure.

I allow K to get used to the pain from the clamps, and give her a long kiss to let her know she is doing well. And then I increase the pain by playing with her: I’m lifting her heavy breasts by her nipple clamps by raising the chain between them and subjecting her nipples to stretching to take the weight of her tits. Her moaning is very beautiful! I check by putting my fingers between her parted thighs and I am pleased she is soaking, and tell her so.

She’s still standing in position (like then good girl she generally is) and I reach for my bag again: I throw out 4 leather cuffs and instruct her to place them on her wrists and ankles. These take a few minutes to get on, and I watch her intently. Back to position and she is now wondering what she is going to be exposed to with these restraints. From my point of view their wearing is ritualistic and ambiguous: they may be used to restrain K, or they may not.

Once cuffed on every limb she knows to be back to her position, hands on head, legs apart, nipples clamped. Now we are progressing.

“Over my knee young lady” is the command she obeys without question. I gently fondle her rear before my hand comes down fairly gently on her right cheek.

“One, thank you sir” she says: she’s been taught politeness and it’s clearly now habitual. Which is pleasing. Now the same on the other cheek. “Two, thank you sir”: sadly she is unable to see the slight smile that comes to my face from my satisfaction.

We go up to 12 and stop to admire my work, Her lovely cheeks have a slight rosy glow and I can’t help caressing them: they are so pretty. I don’t know why, but impact is always delivered by me in multiples of six. It just seems right! Must be a hangover from school days.

I’d love to hear from anyone enjoying this, and will post more parts of the story if the reaction is positive.