"Do you think that'll teach you not to put your collar on? Hmm?" He asked.
"Yes Sir" i whimpered.
"Or do you think a little bit of a chastisement might help you remember? Hmm?" He enquired further.
i guess i whimpered again, not quite sure what form that might take.
He was now behind me and the first strike of the crop made contact with my bottom. A succession of quick and sharp taps followed and He said:
"Repeat after Me: i must not forget to put my collar on."
As He continued to strike my flesh, He made me repeat the sentence over and over, and the crop laid down its sting. By the last time (however many that was), it took me some time to say it or rather, whimper it, as i tried to focus on the words, managing to work through the pain searing against my skin.
Then He made me tell Him what my collar symbolises - that is, my submission to Him, His dominance over me and His love for me.
He unclipped the leash that held me in position and untied my ankles. He made me shuffle down the cage, so He could reach in and remove the monoglove. He placed my wrist cuffs on me, then tied them with rope to the bars in front of me, raising my arms up slightly in mid-air. So again, i was not able to lie down or get comfy, and i was still blindfolded and gagged.
He lay back down on the bed and asked me if i thought if this was enough punishment. Naturally i believe i said yes, but He continued to watch His subdued and chastised pup for a little time longer. i felt i had learnt my lesson. i was exhausted, felt very submissive and remorseful, but now ached for something to be inside my pussy. It wasn't long before SG had the same idea and forced me to a delicious orgasm, by plunging the purple vibrator deep inside me.
His pup cried out... in pleasure this time.
