Darkside
I pick up my crop and slap it against
my hand testing its bite. I cover my
left hand with the vampire glove
and take a second to appreciate the
small metal spikes which protrudes
from the leather. Placing the crop on
his back I run my fingers through his
hair and take a firm grip, pulling his
head up… I bend slightly. “Don’t let it happen again, I assume
you that cuss means you recognised
that your hands were not laced
behind your head!?”
”My boy...what is the correct stance
when I walk into the room?” “Whatever you think is suitable Miss”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Naked, legs
apart, hands laced behind my head
Miss”.
“ Correct! Well done. Which part of
that did you fail to do tonight?”
“Oh Fuck!” I cup my hand and bring it
down sharply on his bottom.
“Ow!! I’m so sorry Miss, I didn’t mean
to swear!!”
“Yes Miss, my apologies”
“What do you think is a suitable
punishment?”
“I Love your answer”
I move the vampire glove to his pink
cheek and gently move the spikes
over it. His bum clenches.
“I need to think of a good punish-
ment, bear with me.”
I pick up the crop and begin to tap
him with a medium pressure in be-
tween his thighs catching each one
as I go until I come to the tender skin
just beneath his bottom. I bring the
crop down hard on each bit of flesh,
his voice breaks as he cries out
in pain. I drop the crop and move
my fingers to his tender skin gently
tickling him.
“ What colour are you?”
“ Green Miss”
“Good boy”
Again I move my hand to the crop
and allow it to slap his bottom, each
strike leaving a sting in its place.
My gloved hand runs over is back
which arches as the spikes meet
sensitive areas.
“It’s time for your punishment.”
I reach for my wooden paddle
and tap it gently on his bum…
his breath catches in his
throat.
“You know what to do my
boy, breathe through each
strike and safe word if
needs be”
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”
“You are to count from 10 down to 1
and say thank you. Do you under-
stand?
“Yes Miss, I unders….”
I bring the wooden paddle down to
meet his skin before he has chance
to finish his sentence, his loud cry
echoes through the room.
“10, thank you Miss.”
I quicken my pace for the next four
counts landing two strikes on each
cheek.
“9, 8, 7, 6 Thank you Miss”
I aim the paddle so it lands harshly
on both cheeks.
“5 Miss, thank you Miss.”
I stop for a moment and run my
hands over his hot red skin, he is
coping very well, pride spreads
through my body.
Again my paddle meets his sore
bottom.
“4, thank you Miss.”
Three more strikes rain down on him,
I look down to see his perfect balls
swinging with each connection.
“3, 2, 1 Thank you miss”.
I raise my hand and bring the paddle
down hard hitting both cheeks, he
calls out and I swear I hear him sob.
“That one was for good measure my
boy.”
“Thank you Miss.”
“What colour are you” I ask as I
smooth my hand over his bottom.
“I’m green Miss, I’m so sorry, I
promise to never forget my position
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