He patted his knee lightly. She shivered, then slowly approached him, tears beginning to well. She k
He patted his knee lightly. She shivered, then slowly approached him, tears beginning to well. She knew she was wrong. She knew she should have listened… He took a deep breath and spoke softly. “You knew what would come of this, pet,” he said, his tone deep and stern. “Yes, sir.” Her voice trembled. A rush of air filled her ears, followed by the sharp pop of flesh against flesh. The sting was like a flame to her backside. Again and again it came, each more painful that the last. Her act of disobedience raced through her head over and over, the pain of her regret flooding her mind. It was as if her body itself was punishing her. When the pain was all but unbearable–silence. All she could hear was two breaths in sync, both heavy and labored. She clenched, fearing another blow. But it did not come. Just as her mind began to slow it’s thoughts she felt the cool caress of lips to on buttocks. Soft hands wandered up and down her legs. Kisses turned to a velvet tongue, slowing working it’s way inward towards her center. She breathed out long and low as hands and tongue came together between her cheeks for a long, soothing flow of pleasure. —— Never once have I enjoyed giving a real punishment. Bear in mind, I’m a sadist. I greatly enjoy inducing pain. But never once have I enjoyed giving a spanking that was not meant for pleasure. Punishments are not pleasure. They are discipline. They are designed to correct. To educate. To show someone that disobedience will not be tolerated. But it is also an act of love. It is an act that says, “You have disappointed me. But I love you enough to work past it.” This is why aftercare is so important. A punishment without aftercare is like a cut without a Band-Aid. Aftercare shows your submissive that no matter what, your love is still intact. After the pain, the healing begins. -- source link
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