A "good girl" wouldn't try to suck up and attempt to manipulate a project because she defiantly did something sassy earlier in order to avoid punishment, right? Something like... trying to make up for a blog task she purposefully refused to do in order to get attention by posting an extra blog post over a week later. No, that would be something an even naughtier girl than the defiant girl would do. That sounds like the kind of girl who is a bratty over-achiever who gets herself into trouble by pretending to be good all the time, when she is really quite the opposite. I would think the kind of girl that would do that requires extra punishment for her flagrant brattiness, don't you?
Damascus enrobed my body with intricate rope, the decorative knots twisting and turning across my torso. My arms were bound, draped in a lovely series of white lines crossing my delicate limbs, with my hands joined together behind my back in a secure bundle of knots. He stepped back to admire his work. Lost for a while in the sensations of the soft rope being laid across my body, I had almost forgotten that we were in a room full of people, at a play party. As I started to focus, I noticed he was chatting with Hedo, who was also admiring his ropework. They laughed a bit, Damascus thanked him, and I heard him say, "She's all ready for you now". Hedo looked at me and rubbed his hands together, gleefully. I knew I was in trouble now.
He grabbed me by the hair and lead me to the other room, all the while telling me I looked really hot and how nice it was for Damascus to prepare me for my punishment. He led me to the corner of the room, pressed my nose right into the corner wall and told me I had to stand there for 10 minutes, silent and still, to think about what I had done. Ugh! In the middle of a party? How dreadful. I protested a bit, but he pressed my nose back into the corner and growled a little bit and I decided to just obey him. For a while, at least. He set the timer on his phone and moved to the other side of the room, sitting on the sofa and starting in on a conversation with a group of friends.
Impatient and fidgety as I am, after about 3 minutes I started to get antsy. I looked across the room at Hedo and he would give me a glare, so I resumed my position. Fortunately, to my amusement, Prisma walked past. Seeing me in my predicament, she giggled and gave me a pouty lipped face, asking if I got in trouble, feigning sympathy. I looked up and while Hedo was not looking, I whispered to her to distract him. She giggled and sauntered away towards him, being a good accomplice and all. Prisma sat on Hedo's lap and his attention was no longer on me, so I snuck away to the other room, which was full of lots of people and fun things happening. I moved towards the back, out of sight, hiding and taking in the scenes. I started chatting with a friend and almost started to forget that I was all bound up, and probably in a bit of trouble now. The excitement started to build as I heard the 10 minute alarm go off in the next room.
Giddy with anticipation, I saw Hedo walk into the room, looking for me. I didn't try to hide (much) and he didn't storm in angrily. This was part of our game. He interrupted my conversation with my friend, politely explaining that his little brat was being unruly and needed to come with him right away, as he grabbed a handful of my hair and led me back to the other room again. This time we bypassed the corner and went right to the St. Andrew's Cross in the other corner.
Damascus was waiting there, ready to unbind the rope from my hands and rebind them to the cross. I felt myself being turned around, my arms raised and bound to the tops of the cross, and my legs kicked apart, spreading my legs. Now we are ready for some real punishment, I thought, whimpering a little. A series of light swats from a flogger started to fly across my back and bottom, warming my flesh up. I was told it was time for my punishment and I smiled and stuck my tongue out, egging Hedo on a bit more. He laughed a little as he slid my panties up between my butt cheeks, exposing the already pink flesh. Then came the spankings, delivered by his bare hand on my bare ass, while he spoke to me and randomly pulled at my hair. It made me excited and wet to receive this attention, knowing that others in the room were watching and feeling the exchange of power flow between us. My mind slipped to a relaxed place, following the rhythm of the smacks of impact. He would often stop, tell me that I was taking it like a good girl, and would rub at my reddened bottom softly, which sent a rumble of orgasm through my body each time.
When Hedo sensed that the spankings were becoming too intense, he stopped and untied my arms. In my dreamy state, I let my hands fall to my sides and staggered to turn around. He told me that now it was time for my reward for the tasks I had done well, which pleased me and excited me once again. Damascus was there to tie my hands behind my back around the cross. Restrained again, my back side burned from the impact, but the front side was feeling cool and lonely from the lack of attention. Hedo leaned in and nibbled at my neck, speaking quietly yet firmly in my ear about what a good girl I had been, and what a very good slut I was for completing my tasks so well. His softer touches were peppered with bits of pain to challenge me as he twisted my nipples between his fingers, bit at my neck, and reached around to pinch at my ass. As he ran his hand up my thighs, scratching his nails at my fishnets, I shuddered with pleasure, with orgasms flowing through me as the mere thoughts of sex passed though my dirty mind. He would often lean in and insist I come for him, and I couldn't help to be obedient now. He continued to torment with pleasure until I was exhausted and begging for him to let me rest. I was finally untied from the cross: a soaking, tired puddle of a happy girl, pleased that my disobedience and brattiness was so well disciplined.
Damascus was waiting there, ready to unbind the rope from my hands and rebind them to the cross. I felt myself being turned around, my arms raised and bound to the tops of the cross, and my legs kicked apart, spreading my legs. Now we are ready for some real punishment, I thought, whimpering a little. A series of light swats from a flogger started to fly across my back and bottom, warming my flesh up. I was told it was time for my punishment and I smiled and stuck my tongue out, egging Hedo on a bit more. He laughed a little as he slid my panties up between my butt cheeks, exposing the already pink flesh. Then came the spankings, delivered by his bare hand on my bare ass, while he spoke to me and randomly pulled at my hair. It made me excited and wet to receive this attention, knowing that others in the room were watching and feeling the exchange of power flow between us. My mind slipped to a relaxed place, following the rhythm of the smacks of impact. He would often stop, tell me that I was taking it like a good girl, and would rub at my reddened bottom softly, which sent a rumble of orgasm through my body each time.
When Hedo sensed that the spankings were becoming too intense, he stopped and untied my arms. In my dreamy state, I let my hands fall to my sides and staggered to turn around. He told me that now it was time for my reward for the tasks I had done well, which pleased me and excited me once again. Damascus was there to tie my hands behind my back around the cross. Restrained again, my back side burned from the impact, but the front side was feeling cool and lonely from the lack of attention. Hedo leaned in and nibbled at my neck, speaking quietly yet firmly in my ear about what a good girl I had been, and what a very good slut I was for completing my tasks so well. His softer touches were peppered with bits of pain to challenge me as he twisted my nipples between his fingers, bit at my neck, and reached around to pinch at my ass. As he ran his hand up my thighs, scratching his nails at my fishnets, I shuddered with pleasure, with orgasms flowing through me as the mere thoughts of sex passed though my dirty mind. He would often lean in and insist I come for him, and I couldn't help to be obedient now. He continued to torment with pleasure until I was exhausted and begging for him to let me rest. I was finally untied from the cross: a soaking, tired puddle of a happy girl, pleased that my disobedience and brattiness was so well disciplined.
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