Randy picked up the padded stool from the corner of the living room and placed it in the center of the room. As he finished, Relana entered the house and he turned to face her.
She stepped towards her Master, knelt in front of him and handed him the selected switch along with the pocketknife.
Taking the items from her, he ordered her into the corner.
"Do you know why you are being punished," he asked her.
"Yes, Master," she answered from the corner, sadly, "I came without permission," feeling the tears build up once again.
"And are you allowed to do that," he continued drilling her.
"No, Master."
"I am very disappointed with you, little one."
"I am so sorry, Master," sorrowfully she said as the tears fell.
It broke his heart to hear her cry, knowing that he purposely made her fail. He wanted to call the punishment off, but he knew he couldn't do that. He must be firm and consistent with his punishments or she wouldn't learn. Even though it was his fault, she still disobeyed him. She must be trained to know she will be always be punished if she broke his rules. He started to peel the bark off of the chosen branch carefully removing anything that would damage her bare skin.
"How could she have been so foolish," she asked herself? She should have controlled her urges. She was disgusted with herself for being so weak. She deserved any kind of punishment he was going to give her.
With a deep breathe, he said, "It's time for your punishment."
She stepped out of the corner and faced him.
"Yes, Master."
"I want you over the stool and grab a hold of the legs. You can yell, holler and kick all you want, but you are in no way allowed to try to stop this punishment. No pleading, no, "I'm sorry's", no "No's", no words at all. You also better not in any way move from that stool. If you fail in either of these orders, I will tie you to that stool and whip you from your calves up to your thighs and then continue with your punishment. Is this understood?"
"Yes, Master," she said, but she wondered if she would be able to follow these orders.
She draped herself over the stool and gripped the legs in an almost death grip. Preparing herself for the pain.
"I am first going to warm you up a bit with the paddle before I use the switch."
"Yes, Master."
He picked up the thick wooden paddle and semi hard began to paddle her already sore bottom, bringing the color back to a deep red.
She squirmed a bit from the paddle, but it really wasn't so bad. Her bottom was getting tough from all the spankings today, but she knew that the switch would hurt. Much more than anything else he had used today.
When he got the color he desired, he picked up the switch. "Remember what I said, no words and no getting up."
The "getting up" off the tall stool wasn't going to be much of a problem considering her feet and hands did not touch the ground. She would have a hard time just jumping up from the whipping. It was trying not to say a word that worried her. Before she finished her thought there was a swishing sound and then a pain across her bottom that was so intense all she could think about was cooling the fire in her bottom. She kicked and screamed. Before the screams subsided, another swishing sound and another burning pain. Oh how she wanted him to stop the pain, but she remembered to not say a word. All she could do was scream. Each time the switch hit her, it was in another spot. He hit her upper thighs, across her cheeks and the most sensitive area, her sit-spot. Relana kicked like her life depended on it, but never moved off of the stool.
He had hit her 10 times with the switch and could do no more. Her screams were ringing in his ears and he was feeling sick to his stomach. She had enough and he had enough. He was proud of her, though, at no time did she move or say a word.
"You can get up now and go back into the corner."
When she could finally speak, she noticed her throat was raw from all the screaming. It was over and she had followed his instructions to the letter. Never uttering a word. She was quite pleased with herself.
"Yes, Master," as she heading for the corner.
Her backside burned as if it was on fire. Every welt screamed to be cooled. How she wished she could sit in a cold bath and cool her bottom off, but she was sentenced to this stupid corner.
He watched her standing in the corner, doing a small dance trying to ease the pain of her poor bottom. He couldn't decide if he should order her to stand still or give her a break after what he just did to her. Damn, he was getting weak again.
"Stand still," he ordered with all the firmness in his voice he could muster.
"Yes, Master."
"This corner time was going to be harder than any time before," she concluded to herself. She had to try extra hard to stand still. Her poor bottom screamed for relief.
After ten minutes he was ready to release her from the corner. He wanted to hold her, comfort her so bad. He needed to know that she still loved him.
"Little one, come here," he lovingly said with his arms opened and inviting.
As she turned to face him, she saw his arms stretched out, bidding her to come to him. She rushed into his arms, burying her face in his chest, she cried.
"Shshsh, little one, it's all over."
"I am so sorry, Master," she sobbed.
"I know. I forgive you, little one. It is forgotten."
"I love you, Master."
There they were. The words he so desperately wanted to hear, needed to hear. After all he had done to her today, she still loved him.
"I love you too, little one," hugging her tighter.
"You are not angry with me?"
"For what, Master," she asked with her face still hidden in his chest.
"For punishing you so many times today."
"Oh, Master, how can I be angry with you when it just shows me how much you really do love and care for me."
Punishing her equaled loving her? Would he ever understand this way of thinking? But if this is what she needed to feel loved, then he believed that he could continue punishing her. He couldn't answer her with words. He bent his head, lifting her face to his and gently kissed her lips. God, how he loved this woman in his arms. This little girl that needed his protection and guidance. And even his punishments.
