I walked out of the bathroom slowly with my head bowed. I had just had

to prepare myself for punishment under the watchful eye of my Master.

This entailed a bath, douche, shaving of all my pubic and anal hair, and

cleansing enemas until clear. Part of the punishment was the preparing

for it, and until he was convinced that I was clean he hadn't left me

alone.

Now with my hair blown dried and pinned up on my head, I walked naked to

the bedroom. I knew I deserved this punishment that he would soon be

giving me. I knew that by masturbating myself I would get into trouble

if ever caught, and caught I was.

My Master was standing at the foot of the bed as I went to him and

kneeled at his feet with my hands on each thigh. He reached down and

lifted my chin from its bowed position so that I was now looking into

his handsome face.

"You know I adore you, don't you?"

I gave a slight nod and reply, "Yes, Sir."

He then brought a leather strip out and placed it around my exposed

neck. I would wear the collar until my punishment was over. He looked

down upon me for what seemed like an hour but was just a few minutes.

"Take your position, submissive," he said, as he moved away from the

foot of the bed allowing me to mount it.

There at the head of the bed laid the implements of my punishment, and I

placed my face close to them with my chin resting on the bed. I then got

on my knees, spread my legs and reached between them and took hold of

each of my ankles. In this position my bottom and privates were well

exposed for his inspection. I would stay in this position looking at the

implements and contemplate on each and how they would feel as they were

administered to my body.

The position was hard to maintain, but I knew if I let go or moved I

would endure more punishments. I looked before me at the large double

inflatable nozzle nozzle that I knew would impale my tight bottom. The

nipple clamps would bite into my soft flesh, and the thin paddle and

strap would make my bottom red and burn. I could feel my body react to

the thoughts of my punishment, and I could feel the wetness grow at my

very exposed vaginal lips.

Master made me contemplate for ten minutes or so in the humiliating

position before ordering me to my knees in front of him once again.

"You know and want to amend your wrongs don't you, submissive?"

"Yes, Master, Sir. Please punish me. I have been a naughty subbie and

need correction."

"Yes...and correction you will have, my sweet."

He made me stand and cup each breast as he reached for the first of the

implements. He came to me and I bowed my head as his fingers worked each

of my nipples to arousal. I was to show no emotion as this was being

done. No form of arousal or pain was to be seen by my Master as he

corrected me.

When he was satisfied that my nipples were ready for their punishment,

he took the clamps and placed them on each one and tightened the little

screws so that my tits had now turned red and swelled out from each

clamp. The pain shot into me and down into my wet pelvis. I stood and

showed no emotion.

"Are you feeling your correction, my lovely dear?" he said to me as he

lifted my head so he could look into my eyes.

"Yes, Sir... My breasts bear the punishment for my behavior."

He bent down and kissed my lips softly, and ordered me to the bench. The

bench was a large padded saw horse that was bent down at a forty five

degree angle. My head would be lower than my bottom when I laid on it.

There was padding that my pelvis would rest on, and my legs and arms

would be parted out and tied with the leather restraints that were

attached to each leg of the bench. My bottom and privates would be

totally exposed for him to punish me.

The clamps dug into me hard as he secured my body to the bench. I took

in slow breaths and my legs widened and I could feel the cool air on my

wet sex. I knew that this spanking would be hard and my mind raced with

the anticipation as the skin on my body crawled with fear. When I was

restrained I turned my head and placed my chin on the padded top. I was

to look into the mirror that was on the wall in front of me so that I

could witness him giving me my punishment. I was to ask for each and

every swat that would come to my backside with no hesitation.

I watched as he went to the bed and picked up the thin long paddle. My

naked back almost arched inward as my bottom stuck way up for its

punishment. He looked at me in the mirror and nodded.

"Please, Master, give me my spanking for being a bad subbie."

With that he lifted the paddle up and brought it down on my tender small

bottom. I let out a small groan as it hit me square on and I asked for

yet another swat.

"Thank you, Master...please give me my punishment for being bad."

Each swat was placed on my backside until I could tell that it had gone

from red to crimson. The pain would flow through me and make me urge for

more as my sex was now dripping with desire. I would always get hot

during a good spanking, and my Master knew that.

After fifty or so swats he stopped. Tears now rolled down my face as I

laid there. I closed my eyes for just a bit as I felt two of his fingers

enter into my sopping wet vagina. He played within me for a while until

I was just about to orgasm. I made a small groan and his fingers left me.

"Oh, please finish me off Master," I asked, knowing it wasn't meant to

be.

He left my view and then came back with a large penis shaped dildo that

had balls for a handle. He looked at me in the mirror and nodded.

"Please, Master, take me with the dildo."

He brought the dildo down and I felt it at my open wet vagina. He pushed

it firmly up into me and I gasped. It was cold ....very cold like it had

been in the freezer. It almost burned within me.

"That my sub....will put out that growing fire you have within you," he

said looking at me in the mirror. He then left and came back rolling the

dressing mirror behind me. He tilted it so that I had a full view of my

reddened bottom and the two balls that hung out from the dildo that

impaled my now shivering sex.

"You contemplate your situation, darling." With that he left me. My body

was shivering from the coldness that was within me. The balls made my

vaginal lips cold and I tried to use my muscles to rid my body of the

frigid intruder. I looked at myself for a long time as the cold became

cool and I no longer was hot with desire. As the desire left, the pain

from the spanking set in and my bottom was now feeling the full effects

of my punishment. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at myself in

the mirror.

When he released me from the bench, he held me close and hugged me. I

could feel the pain from the clamps against his chest. He held me close

for some time before looking down into my eyes and kissing me.

"Sorry, babe, that I have to do this...you know that I am sorry?"

"Yes, Sir," I said as I bowed my head.

He hadn't taken the large dildo out of me as he led me to the kitchen to

the remodeled garage. There was the table that I would be strapped to

and receive the rest of my punishment. This was the part that I didn't

like. I always enjoyed my spankings by his hand during our play, but I

was never a lover of enemas. Before making me mount the table he made me

open my mouth wide for a ball gag that he inserted and secured. He knew

that I would make a lot of noise getting my punishment and he didn't

want to hear it.

I mounted the table and placed my head on the small padded pillow. I

stretched my arms way out to each corner above me and he restrained

each. With my legs hanging over the end of the table he helped me to

lift each one and he secured my feet into leather bindings. My legs now

hung from the ceiling opened wide and back somewhat, so my bottom was

now wide open and I could feel the large dildo protruding out from me.

On the ceiling was a mirror that was positioned so that I could see my

full body. I took in deep breaths as he secured my waist and chest to

the table's top.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I laid there waiting my fate. I knew that the

strap would be used next and I loved and hated it. When he returned he

had the strap and the inflatable nozzle with him. He laid the inflatable

nozzle on the bench and came to my spread legs.

"Let's take this out of my sweet submissive's pussy," he said as he

pulled the dildo from me. He placed it to the side and took his hands

and opened my lips more to show my small, now shriveled clit. He exposed

it from its hood and started to play with it with his fingers. I closed

my eyes as my body responded to his touch and soon my sex was hot and

dripping once more. I took in deep breaths through my nose as I could

feel myself swell and get more and more aroused. Blood flowed into my

pelvis and I was soon to come.

"You hold onto that fire, sub...you don't let yourself go....not yet,"

he said to me, and I struggled not to orgasm. Just when he thought I

couldn't hold out any longer he stopped his playing. I moaned as his

hands left me and I wanted so to be finished off.

"You want your pussy spanking now, don't you submissive? You want to

make amends for your behavior, don't you?"

I just looked at him and nodded. He stood at the foot of the table, my

hot swollen pussy open and waiting for its spanking. He brought the

strap up and it landed between my well-opened legs. The stimulation had

made my sex hot, and this made the pain from the strap more intense as

it landed on my exposed flesh. I moaned in pain and desire as I took the

strap between my legs and my sex got hot and dripped with its fluids as

the fire didn't subside, but got more and more intense.

From time to time I focused to see my pussy take its spanking. The clean

skin going from pink to red would soon be crimson like my bottom. I

fought against the restraints, wanting so much to reach down and make my

hot pussy come to orgasm. My head would go from side to side just a bit,

but I knew I had to see my punishment in the mirror.

When my lips were swollen and dark red, the spanking stopped. I withered

there looking at myself with a red pussy that stung and burned against

the cool air. Tears rolled down my face as I wanted so much for him to

touch me again and release me...release my desire. But that was not

meant to be. He just left me there looking at myself in the mirror.

After I had settled down the pain started to come as my desire left.

This is always how it was. I would hardly feel the spanking's power

until well after I was calmed down. My Master knew this and would leave

me to contemplate my punishment.

When he came back I knew that I would get the inflatable nozzle up my

butt and the dreaded enema. Master never gave me an enema during our

play. He knew they didn't turn me on, thus I only got them during

punishments. When he returned he carried the bags that would fill me. I

watched as he hung the two bags from chains that come down from the

ceiling. He then came up and took the ball gag from my mouth and looked

down into my eyes again.

I took in some gulping breaths as I looked into his eyes. I knew what I

had to say and he was waiting for me to say it.

"Now, now, baby....you know you need your punishment don't you?"

I looked down at the two over-full bags and then back at him and nodded

with tears in my eyes.

"Yes, Sir...I need my enema punishment because of my bad behavior," I

said as I started to sob.

He bent down and kissed me and whispered, "I will make it go real slow

for you, sweetie."

It didn't matter if it went slow or fast. I hated having that solution

in me, stretching and filling me and making me look grossly big. I knew

that those bags were filled with hot, soapy glycerin water, and it would

twist and turn in me. He went to the bottom of the table where he lubed

his fingers with KY and proceeded to work my anus. I kinda liked his

fingers there and was watching in the mirror as he played with me. He

picked up the inflatable nozzle and looked at me and nodded.

"Master, please give me my inflatable nozzle up my naughty butt."

With that the nozzle went in, with my anus stretching around the now

deflated balloon. I think I hated the inflation of the balloons just as

much as the enema, and I whimpered as the inner balloon filled my

insides making me feel like I had to go real bad.

"Hush now, sub...take your punishment like a big girl."

When my bottom was sealed tight I watched as he connected the main tube

in me to the first bag. He nodded to me again.

"Please give me my enema, Master...I've been such a bad girl," I cried

to him. He unclamped the first bag and I felt the hot liquid flow slowly

into me. I took in some deep breaths as the water started its path into

my body.

"Now, babe...watch as you take your punishment," he said and he left the

room. The first bag was very slowly deflating and I knew that I would be

taking this enema for a long time. Three quarts would be slowly drained

into me over about a half hour and I would have to watch and feel each

ounce enter into me. I would burst out in sobs and then get control. The

soap and glycerin was working and my belly slowly swelled.

I was whimpering as he came back and opened the clamp all the way to let

the last few ounces flow in. He then connected the tube to the other

full bag that I was now sure had cooled and he looked at me.

"Oh, please, Master," is all I could say...more pleading for him not to

give me the rest of my punishment.

His head cocked to the side and his eyebrow went up on his forehead. He

wanted me to say the words. I tossed and turned my head back and forth

in a NO-like fashion and he waited patiently for me to ask for my enema.

"Master....p..please...give m..me my enema...because I'm bad."

I heard the click and he came over to me and looked down into my eyes.

"Take your punishment, sub.....you will have to also pay for that little

demonstration you just gave me."

I watched in the mirror as he watched me take my full six quarts of

enema. My belly now bulged and gurgled, and I would cry and then get

control. When I was all full, Master released me from the table and took

me to the corner. The corner was mirrored on both sides so I could see

myself. The inflatable nozzle held the fluid within me tight and he made

me kneel with my legs spread.

"Now, sub.....reach between your legs and masturbate yourself....I

refuse to let you up until I am certain that you have had multiple

orgasms."

I cried looking at my gross body in the mirror. I reached between my

legs and touched my burning pussy. It hurt just to touch it and I was

nowhere near any desire. I played with myself for a long time trying to

bring myself to orgasm. My sore swollen body just wouldn't respond. It

took close to an hour for me to have my first orgasm as he watched. I

had learned my lesson about this and learned it well.

"OK, sub...I think that's enough.....but since you can't seem to orgasm

I will want my pleasure another way."

I watched as he took off his pants behind me and put on a condom over

his very erect penis. He made me get on my hands and knees with my head

looking in the mirrored corner.

"I'm taking your inflatable nozzle out, sub....don't loose a drop of

your enema," he said as I felt the balloons deflate. I grunted and

groaned as I held the massive amount of fluid that stretched my belly

down almost to the floor. I felt something cool on my anus, and then him

impaling me with his large erection. My anus stretched and burned and I

cried out as he started to take me in my bottom. The motion made the

enema slosh around within me and I grunted and moaned as he took me in

my burning bottom. Water dripped out from me and down each leg as he

continued for a long time to take me.

"Watch, slave....watch me take you with a belly full of enema," he said

after I bowed my head down.

Tears streaked down my face as my Master had his way with me. It seemed

like so long before he pulled me close and I felt the pulsing of his

penis as he came to orgasm. When he pulled out, he helped me up and to

the bathroom. He pushed his finger into me to help me hold the enema.

When I was expelling he took off the nipple clamps and the collar and

told me to take care of myself. That night he played with me and made me

come over and over again. My punishment was now over with and forgotten.

He held me through the night close and showered me with kisses and love.

This was the best part about being punished...the aftershocks that made

it OK.