Master K Punishes A Bad Girl pt 6 – The EndKink watched the clock closely; he wanted her to have time to worry about what was going to happen but not too much time. As the clock approached the two hour mark he took a deep breath and got ready to go back upstairs. This was the moment of truth, could he turn her? Could he show her she was actually a submissive in her heart, underneath all her bluster and bravado? Along with the other side of the coin, in some ways she was changing him. He would always be a Dom, but he was able to stay his hand with her. He cared so much for her it was easy to let things go that he would normally discipline. It was the only way he could see clear to keeping her, the reality was they were both going to need to adjust. He could, in fact he would be a little less dominant and she could learn to be a little more submissive. She would learn to obey. Everything hinged on these next few days. He had to start slow and build. He had to take her to where the pain became her pleasure.Her eyes widened as he walked into the room and quietly closed the door. Kink was a big man; at the moment to her he appeared even bigger than he actually was. It wasn’t that she didn’t know she deserved what was coming. In truth she wasn’t certain she didn’t want what was coming, not that she was going to let him know that, not if she could help it. Rules, she had to remember his damnable rules. He had said she was to get twenty-five blows for her tantrum. He hadn’t said with what instrument. She had seen him discipline subs before and he could be a brutal taskmaster. As much as she was drawn to him, intrigued by him, hell, half in love with him, she also knew he could be sadistic, harsh, and brutal. Part of her trusted him not to hurt her too badly; part of her was terrified of what was to come. He looked at her and a shiver went completely through her. Damn it, her hands were shaking, not much but he would notice. He noticed everything about her it seemed. “Are you ready kitten? Have you thought about your behavior and why I am going to discipline you?” Her eyes grew even wider as he approached the bed with a cane in hand.She started to open her mouth, and then slammed it closed. Rules, no talking without permission, count the blows, oh fuck she was scared! No swearing! Well fuck that! He couldn’t hear her thoughts, the closer he got to her the more her body betrayed her by starting to shake from her fear. For Kink to deliver twenty-five blows with a cane would be horrendous. He was kaçak bahis a strong man and she had never seen him hold back when a punishment was deserved and this one was certainly deserved. She was actually horrified by what she had done. It wasn’t like her to lash out in a tantrum.Kink said nothing more as he approached the bed and started to unlock the chains holding her. He had given this first real punishment a lot of thought and he needed it to accomplish several things at once. Consequently he was going to use his hand on her backside with lots of soothing in between. Twenty-five smacks from his hand would be painful enough to get his point across and it would be sensual enough to make her crave more if he did it right. He smiled to himself thinking what a sop he was being. For this infraction she should be hanging by her wrists in the dungeon and feeling the lashes of a whip. If it was to be the cane it should be at least a hundred strokes. But damn he loved her spunk. He didn’t even know a man that would have taken that kind of a shot at him, let alone a sub. He could feel her hands shaking as he unlocked the chains holding her to the bed. As he unlocked the first one he snapped a cuff around it. As he unlocked the chain from her other wrist he pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed them together. Her whole body was trembling and as he stood her in front of him a tear slowly slid down her face. To her credit she had not uttered a sound. Do you remember the rules kitten? You will not speak except to count the strokes I deliver to you. If you mess up the count or you forget to count we start over. Nod your head if everything is clear. She took a deep breath, defiantly glared at him through her tears and nodded. He sat slightly sideways on the bed and stretched one leg out; leaving one on the floor, then pulled her across his leg. He bent his leg and laced his through hers which meant his knee rested against her mons and he had more control of her movements. He held her cuffed wrists, let the cane settle on her backside and felt her tense up. He slowly played with it, caressing her from her thighs to the top of her ass until he felt her slightly relax. As she relaxed slightly he raised the cane and flinching as he knew what was coming he struck her with the cane at a full swing. Her scream reverberated through the room and he wanted to stop and just hold her. Knowing he had to see this through to its conclusion he just sat and waited. The strike he had leveled had canlı bahis already marked her ass and he knew she would carry a substantial bruise from it. As her scream died down he continued to wait then laid the cane on the bed. After another minute or so he calmly stated you didn’t count the stroke, we start again. Her breath caught and her fists clenched but she didn’t make another sound. He left the cane and proceeded to use his hand as he leveled the next blow, she managed to call out… one. Kink continued to use his hand and after the next few blows he stroked and soothed her ass, giving her a pause and easing the pain. She had counted and she wasn’t in as much distress although he was not striking her lightly, her ass was already becoming a bright red. He continued with the full session, all twenty-five strikes. He also continued to rub and soothe her after each few blows; the knee he had so strategically placed was rubbing against her mons placing pressure against her clit. He needed to send this conflicting message; he wanted her to feel both the pleasure and the pain at this stage in her training. As light as this punishment appeared he had used his full strength which meant she had felt substantial pain and would most likely carry a few bruises from his hand as well as the cane stroke. She would also know he had lightened her ordeal. He could have delivered the full session with the cane and had chosen not too.Immediately after the final blow and her sobbed out twenty-five Kink released her cuffs and took her in his arms. He held her tight and rocked her as she cried. He used the damp washcloth he had prepared and wiped her eyes, her face and neck. He also noted the slight scent of her sex in the air. He had accomplished what he had set out to do. She would not be aware of it yet but her body would be imprinted with the dual message of pleasure and pain. They still had a long way to go, but today had been a big first step. He rocked her until she fell asleep in his arms and then he laid her on the bed. Reluctantly he relocked the chains and then left her to rest and to recover her composure. He would not return until he brought her dinner which would feature at least one or more of her favorite foods. He also had to reinforce that a punishment did not distract from her worth to him. It was a delicate balancing act at this stage and so very crucial to their future.The next three weeks were a confusing blend of activities. She was pampered and massaged. She bahis siteleri was allowed to dress and worked with a trainer in the downstairs gym and whenever she backslid into disrespect or outright disobedience she was punished. She had felt his hand as well as a flogger and the crop. He had made the mental note that by the time they had graduated to the crop she was beginning to appreciate the pain.At one point she had again lost her temper and it had ended up with Kink placing her in the cage. As he had issued her instructions and refused her clothing her mouthiness had gotten the best of her. Kink had been waiting for the absolute perfect opportunity to utilize the cage. She needed to be aware he would use it and she needed to be aware of what it felt like to be so disrespected she was treated worse than his dogs. Locked in a cage and fed out of the stainless steel dog dishes. As she had lost it and yelled at him using a very colorful, “Fuck you, you Fucking Fuck”! the perfect time had come.She had known immediately what she had done and her apologies had flowed freely. But with no seeming hesitation he had removed her from the bed and tossed her into the cage. Then the war of wills had transpired with her repeating her offense any time he wanted to ease up and let her out of the cage. He even earned the new name of Sir Prick! And while it couldn’t be allowed, it did make him laugh when he was away from her. After three days she had finally given up the fight. She had still been angry but she had curbed her tongue, remembered to use her hand signal and correctly apologized stating she was ready to receive the corporal punishment due her for her disrespect. Kink had tied her to the four posts of the bed. He had inserted a vibrating egg in both her orifices and using a supple leather lash had whipped her front from her breasts to thighs landing several directly on her labia. She had counted through the entire session but toward the end as he had landed the lash against her labia she had cum with one of the strongest, most explosive orgasms he had seen her experience. She had crossed over; the pain had fully melded into pleasure and she had embraced it. She would never be quite the same again. Now, she could be his, now she would be his.At the end of the session, as he released her she melted into Kink’s arms with a deep sigh. He held her and for the first time he felt free to issue forth the words, I love you kitten. She smiled shyly and returned the words to him, I love you back, Kink. Kink knew theirs would never be a traditional Dom/sub relationship. She would always be a little less subservient than most subs he was happy with that. He didn’t need a doormat. He needed a partner in his life, he finally had one.