500 Wolf Feathers
Sitting on the back porch, Andrew sips His coffee, remaining
quite dry as a cool spring shower falls upon the mountainside.
Between the coffee, the sound of the rain, and the sight before
him, the morning is definitely quite pleasant.
Perhaps thirty feet away, kneeling in the grass, josephina
fondles herself, as previously instructed. her clothes are
soaked as she strokes between her legs with one hand, the other
hand moving sensuously across her chest. Part of her mind is
conscious of the pair of eyes upon her, another part worries
about being seen by anyone else despite the secluded mountain
setting, but the majority of her mind is focused upon the
sensations created by her hands and by the cool rain.
her eyes closed, josephina tries to imagine herself from the
Dominant's perspective. There is no hint of a bra showing
through her white t-shirt, allowing her hardened nipples to
further tent the thin fabric. The light-blue ruffled miniskirt
is naturally raised by her spread legs and by the hand which
strokes her womanhood through skimpy black panties. her lips are
parted as she breathes loudly in reaction to the work of her
hands. her head tips backward, long fire-red hair dangling
behind her while thousands of cool droplets of water cascade down
her face and neck to burrow underneath the torso's thin covering.
Hearing movement from the porch, josephina lifts her head and
half-opens her eyes. her Master steps back inside the cabin,
leaving her to her ordered self-pleasure. Watching the door and
the windows, she searches for a glimpse of Him, part of her
curious as to what He plans for the rest of the morning -
certainly He would not force her to kneel and seduce herself for
several hours until lunchtime. When she sees Him again, He is at
the counter in the kitchen; when He comes into view again, He
steps back through the door; He has poured himself more coffee.
Once again, her Master sits and watches her with keen interest.
It is embarrassing, even humiliating, for josephina to be so
wanton in anyone's presence. But with Him, she knows that she
need not fear anything.
As her clitoris twitches yet again under the manipulations of her
questing fingers, embarrassment and humiliation give way to
desire and love.
Despite the need for something inside her, the submissive
reluctantly keeps her actions outside her panties. Without the
specific instruction to penetrate herself, she knows she will be
punished if she gives in to her need. But since she has not made
any punishable offenses in several weeks, perhaps it is time to
disobey Him.
As she pulls at a nipple and threatens to tear the thin t-shirt
with her effort, she leans backward, giving her Master the best
possible view of her disobedience. Closing her eyes, she waits a
few seconds more, reveling in the feeling of wetness both within
her and upon her, before finally slipping the scant material
aside and working a pair of fingers into her burning depths.
If He had not actually seen the penetration, the Dominant had
certainly heard the submissive's satisfied reaction to the
prohibited act.
"Stop and approach!!!"
After a few more quick thrusts into her body, the fingers are
reluctantly withdrawn. Dropping her hand from her chest,
josephina begins to slowly crawl toward the back porch, then up
the five steps and across the wooden floorboards to Andrew's
feet. Despite her wanton display moments before and the wet look
of her clothes and body, she kneels before Him and looks up with
her "innocent schoolgirl" expression, batting her eyes in
seductive coyness. Leaning backward, she thrusts her chest
forward, knowing the wet t-shirt will make her breasts and
nipples quite prominent.
Without warning, the contents of the mug are flung at the wayward
young woman, but she barely flinches. She is surprised, however,
that a warm liquid is not covering her front. Looking down at
herself, she sees that the white t-shirt has been stained with
purple.
...with some of the grape juice she had bought barely twenty-four
hours prior.
Pouting, she looks up at her Master again, her chest still
prominent given how the drenched material clings to the front of
her body in this position.
"It has been some time since you were last spanked for a
punishable offense," the Dominant notes aloud. "Is that why you
disobeyed, to be spanked yet again?"
Slowly, she nods. her eyes sparkle and her wetness increases as
she anticipates her punishment.
"Fetch a switch."
Fear fills josephina's eyes and stomach. Instantly, the
conversation they had once had about His grandmother being a firm
believer in punishment via switch returns to her. She remembers
Him once talking about a wayward child being ordered outside to
take a long, thin branch from a tree in the small front yard,
break off any leaves and smaller branches sprouting from it, and
bring it to her. Although He had never experienced the switch,
He had gone into vivid detail about the screams the punished
child would make, the tears which would fall long afterward, and
sometimes the inability to sit for a while afterward.
He had relayed all this to her one night as they cuddled nude
before a glowing fireplace, basking in the afterglow of sweet,
romantic lovemaking. josephina had felt sorry for the children in
the tale, but now that she was to experience a switching
firsthand, her former sultry pleasures were replaced by a
nerve-wracking fear.
"Yellow," the submissive whispers.
"Duly noted," the Dominant replies, "although using a safeword
even before an activity begins makes me believe that you are
attempting to escape this punishment. Is that your intent?"
After a long hesitation, josephina straightens to a more
traditional kneeling position, her head lowered in shame.
"In that case, stand."
They stand together as He sets the mug aside, and He holds her
close. For a long time, they simply hug each other - previously,
always a pleasant experience, but this time, tinged with worry at
what the true punishment would be.
"I was originally going to strike you five times across the ass
with a switch, but that is now off the table. Instead, I will
give you a choice."
her fear subsiding, josephina looks up into the Dominant's eyes,
pleading for mercy.
"Option 1: Remember when we discussed testing your limits with
the slapper? We will modify that concept so that it is not a
test, but a punishment. Therefore, after having laid down and
secured the large sheet of sandpaper, you will be restrained
face-down to the dining room table and struck a full one hundred
times across the ass with the split-leather slapper, with no
finger play to help you along. Further, this will be your
punishment for the next five punishable offenses, beginning with
your disobeying me a few moments ago."
josephina trembles and clutches her husband and Master tightly,
burying her face in His chest.
"Option 2: Instead of using a switch on you five times, it is
twenty-five times. Instead of your ass, your breasts will be
struck. And to ensure you do not squirm away, especially as I
aim for the nipples, you will be securely bound and effectively
immobilized using the bondage table we recently acquired. This
will be your punishment for the next twenty punishable offenses,
beginning with the one from a few minutes ago."
her scientist's brain quickly does the math, and realizes that in
the end, she will be struck five hundred times using either
method. her choice thus comes down to two decisions: The number
of punishable offenses involved, and the area of her body which
will receive the punishment.
"In either case, you have until midnight tonight to make your
choice. When you do, I expect you to draft a punishment
contract. At midnight, you will present it to Me. If all is to
my liking, we will sign it together, then I will go to the bank
tomorrow and put it in the safe-deposit box, to be removed and
destroyed once the punishment contract has been fulfilled. your
punishment for this offense will actually be administered
tomorrow after dinner."
After a kiss to her forehead, Andrew releases the naughty young
woman. "Now go get out of those clothes and take a hot bath to
ensure you do not catch a cold from being so wet for so long."
As He sits again in the chair and watches the rain continue to
fall, josephina hurries inside, eager to follow her Master's kind
advice, and definitely unsure as to how she will choose.
