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Life as a Slave, a Downside I just wanted do a few lines for you but in particular you trainee/wanabees subs and slaves, boys, or girls I suppose in this case for this message. My life as a girl born into serving, as in the community in which like many other girls live, have been the happiest times ever for the most part with obviously the odd exception. One such exception was this last few days and I have not been made to put this post but felt I had , not even shown it Sir for checking or editing. A few days ago I met someone online, gender unimportant really but it was a European girl. She had contacted Sir about some advice, he helped her and told her to contact me for a few other bits, girly stuff! We hit it off, as friends pretty quick, she was just a few months older than but did not wish to be called, Miss. I suggested her Using Alt as a base to try and find the particular partner she was wanting. To cut a long story short, she could not join from her country maybe, so as a surprise I did one for her. I spelt her name wrong, never capitalised it, never changed her sex to a woman from man and the worst i lost the password. I finally found the password and found out Alt make charges for name changes and Spelling and change of gender, It was not a happy time; she was so cross. Instead of making her happy she was so annoyed and sad. That made me sad and upset too, a couple of emails backwards and forwards and the atmosphere between us worsened and looking back it was if I was not blaming myself, so it had to be her I was blaming. Yesterday lunch time after work I asked Sir if I could visit his office, he told me 4.00 We both knew I was going to be punished, him because I had asked to see him and me because I knew I was in the wrong and needed to for my actions. I skipped lunch and went and lay on my bed, I cried a bit and slept a bit and cried a bit more. My phone bleeped at 3.30 so I showered and waited outside his office at 3.55. He came down the corridor, opened the door let in, pulled out his chair and sat on his knee. I had obviously confirmed to him I needed a hiding, being naked. He just sat and listened as I told him everything in between tears and sobs. He held so tight and loving, my love, protection and security never felt stronger. I finished my story and just sat a while embracing what I had before standing and spreading over Sirs knee. I did not want or need a spanking at that time, I needed to be taught the consequence of my past actions. I wanted every smack, wack and whoosh to make me suffer as I had made others suffer. My spanking was thorough in its extreme, no raising of my bottom to meet Sirs hand, I lay as if stuck to his knee, thus feeling every spank as though with a plan Corner time, when was the last time I had corner time, it was a sign of the punishment come? I was called and i turned around glued the spot as Sir unbuckled his belt and wound it round his fist, leaving it open ended and not bent double, it was be a whipping. Sir came for me and took my hand, leading me to the centre of his office. His hand my back pushed over, I reached for my ankles, but Sir moved my hands my knees, for better balance. The corner of my eye saw Sirs hand and belt go behind his head, the whistle was like a thriller movie as if in slow motion the whistle of the down stroke taking minutes, then the shock, well, double shock, not my bottom but my bac I shook but stood my place for lashes, I was led back the corner. I was called again turned, and again Sir made sure I was ok then lent over his desk where the straight junior cane lay. Sir went the other side and pulled my hands over grip the far side of the des Straight medium and stripes really made cry, the pain, of course but the hurt I had inflicted had already cut pieces. Corner time before being back on his knee and cuddled, he waited until by sobs subsided. I stood and he led me to the door. "Those were for you sara, what you knew you deserved, turn left outside my office and wait by the door." It was Sir and Daisys dungeon room door. He soon followed put the lights on and I followed him in. "This Is what I think you deserve sara." I knew I could not take any more on my back, so it was be my front, which it turned out to be. The hall clock stuck 5.00 as we went in, and 6.00 when we came out. I do believe I came away from Sir a different girl or was I now a lady. I hurt inside and out and asked be excused dinner an went to bed. I could not lay on my back or front so must have just dozed in between the pain and tears As I type this some 3 days later I still feel the hurt inside as the outside pain subsides. I just hope it gets better as the days and weeks pass. Maybe a lesson for some here, every day has different challenges and always be prepare to learn or face the consequences of hurting the ones you love and respect. sara brown. |
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The road to hell is paved with good intentions. live, learn and forget
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I have no idea why you would subject yourself to cruel and unusual punishment. It's stupid. If it were me, I'd leave this jerk behind.
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5/8/2020 5:00 am |
Yet another lovely story of your life....would love to see the marks on you sometime...and even add a few myself. Stay Safe
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And no good deed goes unpunished. live, learn and forget
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Tal greets girl smiles an hello , having took note of what you have wrote. it seems you did know that your actions have caused you this bit of grief by not discussing it with your Master as you stated didnt want to mither him about what you in your opinion was a good deed and a nice surprise for this european girl. i would say it was well meant as a surprise' as i know your heart is in the right place , and i know you have been disciplined for it and nurtured to by your Master to ,you can only put it down to a learning curve of experience to be learnt now but do not lose that vital spark of life from your minds eye the warmth the kindness you did show this girl regards xx Master ADOMIS4U2
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I do hope the girl has forgiven you for your rush. The intent was good. If she needs a open ear and someone that is caring message her to me.
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