The Deepest Cut

As she entered in to the playroom
Her eyes downcast upon the floor
There was no joy or eagerness in her step
She knew well the shame she wore

The flogging which lay before her
She knew well would be no playroom game
But rather a punishment most bitter
In payment for the Masters trust she had maimed

She lay out the tools of His craft
Crop, flogger, paddle, oar
She knew well the bitter sweet bite of each of them
She had felt them often enough before

She removed her clothes and folded them
Neatly upon the chair
She placed restraints upon ankle and wrist
And looked upon the stair

She waited for her Master
To enter through that door
She knelt and thought back upon her crimes
And they chilled her to the core

She had been rude to other Dominants
She had fought with other subs
She had been rude, loud, drunk and unsubmissive to her Dom
Her backside she with worry began to rub

As Master came into the room
To the X frame did she unbidden go
Of whatever else she may be guilty...
Rebellion her Master would never know!

And placed herself in the position
There upon the frame
And trembled as He did nothing
He neither touched her
Nor spoke her name

At last she felt His hot breath behind her
As He looked upon the toys that were laid out
She yearned for Him to strike her...
To yell, to scream or shout

To bring down upon her waves of pain
To wash away her sin
She trembled but kept her eyes downcast
As she waited for this night of hell to begin

At last He said so softly
That she had to strain herself to hear
"My pet, when I placed upon you my collar
Which I know you hold so dear

I also gave you my honor
To just as proudly wear
That you would stain it with your word or deed
Is near more than even I can bare"

With a start her hand went to her neck
And from her lips escaped a soft but not unheard moan
She tried to calm the fears inside her soul
As she wondered what bitter harvest she had sown

"No my pet" said her Master
As He understood what she had thought
"Your collar stays upon your neck...
That is not the punishment you have bought"

"For you have soiled and stained my honor pet
But the punishment you seek and crave
Is to know that of you, my dearest dearest pet
Of you... I am ashamed"

Without another word He strode from the room
As she fell upon her knees
No whip, no crop, no punishment
With which she could pay for her misdeeds

The tears came of their own accord
She could not hold them in
That her Master was ashamed of her
She knew was her greatest sin

Never had she felt such pain
Not from flogger, oar or crop
The tears fell like a soft spring rain
As if never more to stop

And then she realized the truth of it
Be ye princess, slave or slut
The spoken word of one you love
Contains the deepest cut

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