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I sat at the desk in my office and tapped my pen against the checkbook register which recorded a smaller balance than it should have. It wasn’t that I had overspent, it was the fact that business had dropped off. I wasn’t losing my touch, it was the economy. Many of my regular customers simply couldn’t afford to come for their regular sessions anymore. If this kept up I’d have to go on “vacation” for a while.
I’d had to go on “vacation” once before when business had fallen off. It had resulted in me losing my previous office and dungeon and completely closing down my operation. I had also lost most of my regular customers. I certainly didn’t want to have to go through that again!
Hearing a car door slam, I glanced out the window behind me. I saw Dee-Dee walking toward the front door. It was not his usual evening for play, so I knew something must be wrong.
He stood in the doorway of my office waiting patiently with his head bowed for me to acknowledge him. I got up and crossed the floor to stand in front of him.
“Dee-Dee, how nice to see you! What brings you out to see me tonight?”
“Ma’am, I’m very sorry to disturb you without an appointment, but I…I…I need a session.”
“What has happened? You seem upset. Come sit down.”
I gestured to one of the chairs, and I returned to my desk chair opposite him.
“Ma’am, I’m afraid I need a confessional session or something. I’ve done something I should be punished for.”
Now, I was worried. If he had lost his job, I’d not only lose the income from his sessions, but I’d lose the company of my favorite boy toy! I tried to steady my voice.
“What have you done that was so bad you need to come and ask me for a punishment?”
“Ma’am, today our company was audited by the IRS. I was afraid I’d get into trouble, so I told the truth and ratted out my boss who had been embezzling funds. He’s going to go to prison now because of me.”
I smiled in spite of myself. Dee-Dee had done a good thing, and yet he felt guilty and needed to be punished for it. Never one to turn down a good flogging, I slid a release form across the desk to him. He picked up an ink pen and signed it without hesitation. He slid it back across the desk to me with twice my normal fee. I would have loved to have kept all that lovely money, knowing how low my checking account was, but Dee-Dee was a regular customer, and right now I needed regular over a bonus!
“Dee-Dee, I don’t accept more than my normal fee for a session. Your punishment will be thorough enough that you don’t need to pay me double.” I slid the extra cash back across the desk to him.
He stuffed it back into his pocket seemingly hurt and embarrassed all at the same time.
“Go into the dungeon and prepare yourself.”
After he had stepped out I secured my fee in the top drawer, and followed him into the dungeon.
He was kneeling on the floor naked with his face in his hands when I went in. A lovely sight to any Domme to see her favorite sub in that position!
“Low bow!” I commanded, and he quickly placed his head on the floor and elevated his ass.
It was going to be a long session, so I was going to start easy and work my way up to something severe enough to purge him of his guilt. His ass was pointed up in the air, so clean and white. Soon it was going to be covered in red welts, cuts and bruises. I licked my lips in anticipation, and bent over to whisper into his ear.
“You’re a filthy little weasel aren’t you?”
“OH! Yes Ma’am! I’m an awful person for what I’ve done!”
“You’re a filthy rat…a spineless…worthless little tattle-tale…”I whispered into his ear as he trembled at my feet. “Do you know what happens to little tattle-tale brats? Hmmmm?”
“OH! Ma’am! They must be punished!”
“That’s right,” I whispered into his ear, “they MUST be punished!”
I stood up and walked to his left side, and leaned over to run my hand across his baby smooth ass. I was going to enjoy this WAY more than I should, but he needed it soooo badly.
I began to spank him with stinging slaps to both cheeks of his ass to get them warmed up. In spite of himself his little toy soldier sprang to attention. I smiled, and continued to deliver stinging slaps to his backside.
After ten full minutes his bottom was a nice hot pink, and my hand was throbbing. I reached for a wooden paddle and continued the spanking. Now, he was grunting with every stroke, steeling himself against the pain. It was a brave effort, but I knew it wouldn’t last, and was glad that the dungeon was sound proof.
I began to strike with more effort, so much so that he began to come up off the floor with each stroke. He began to squeal with each stroke, and whimper in between blows. I smiled maliciously, and reached for one of my floggers.
The one that came to hand was a soft deer skin flogger. Not exactly what I had had in mind, but sometimes things have a way of happening for the best. I shrugged and twisted the falls for a heavy blow to his back. Thud. Again. Thud. Twirl the falls, swing the flogger. Thud. Again and again, I landed heavy blows to his back. After about ten minutes I switched things up and started landing stinging blows to his back. He gasped, and cried out, and I smiled widely. He was getting his money’s worth tonight!
After another ten minutes or so, I reached for my crop. I started striking his ass with the leather tip of the crop to give him a brief respite from the intensity of the paddle and flogger. This gave him more of the stinging sensation I had started with. He began to cry out even more as his ass cheeks slowly turned from hot pink to bright red.
Then, I began in earnest to use the crop. He cried and screamed and crawled away from me after only two strokes. I followed him slowly around the dungeon as he crawled away from the beating I was giving him. It would have been easy to put him in restraints, but I wanted to see him crawl around and try to avoid the punishment he felt he deserved. Call me a sadistic bitch, but I enjoyed it.
He begged me to stop as I reached for my cane, but since he hadn’t used his safe word, I continued on. With the very first stroke he screamed, a long, shrill, pathetic scream, and crawled away as fast as he could to get away from the cane. I laughed wickedly. It had been a very long time since I had caned someone. I wondered if I still remembered how to do it. I followed him, and delivered another stroke. Still no safe word even though he screamed again, a scream filled with anguish and crawled away from me. I let go with yet another stroke and he screamed at the top of his voice, and crawled away quickly. This time he crawled right up to the wall, and turned to put his back to it. He held up his hand to stop me. I drew back to deliver another blow, but it never landed on him.
“Peppermint,” he gasped, his eyes wild with pain.
I immediately dropped my arm, and stood looking down at him breathing heavily. I crouched down next to him, and laid the cane on the floor. Kneeling WITH him for the very first time, I held my arms open wide for him. He laid his face on my generous boobs and cried like a broken man as I enfolded him in my arms. His sobs seemed louder than his screams had been just moments before. I let him cry for what seemed like hours, and wondered if he was going to be able to stop.
Finally, his sobs turned to crying, and slowly stopped entirely. He knelt there with me on the dungeon floor trembling in my arms as I rocked him like a child. I waited patiently for it to stop, and when it did, he heaved the biggest sigh I think I had ever heard in my life. He had found the release he had been looking for.
I leaned down and whispered into his ear the words he needed to hear; absolving him of his sin.
“I forgive you.”
His arms tightened around me, and I was glad that I had been there for him.
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