When we got together, there were rules.  We had put them together over a period of time, and we did them together.  There was nothing out of the ordinary for a submissive relationship.  We wrote them out and incorporated them into our daily lives.  I signed them, and I licked a load of his cum off of them.  I have tried to be very good, and rarely would I need to be punished.  (Not that a good punishment isn't appreciated from time to time.)  I make sure I wear clothing he approves of, my behavior is what he expects of me in various settings, my only piercings are ones he wanted me to get, my only tattoos are ones he wanted on me.  I am wanting to give all of myself to him, to service him in the way he wants, enjoys, and expects.

 

Yesterday, at my weekly weigh in, I was three pounds overweight.  It is the first time this has happened.  I knew I was in trouble.  I dreaded having to tell him, but knew that I had to.  I also knew there would be consequences, just not what they would entail.  I took my time in the bathroom and dressing.  I was in no hurry to get out to the kitchen and tell him the bad news the scale was giving me.

 

I walked out to the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table.  He was reading the paper and was expecting me to give him his choices for breakfast that morning.  I couldn't say anything for what seemed like several minutes, it was probably just a few seconds.  I can feel tears welling in my eyes as I stammer to him that I have something to tell him, that what I am going to tell him means that I broke the rules, and that I know I will need to be punished.  I can feel tears rolling out of my eyes now, reaching my cheeks, the first one rolls off of my chin.  His eyes don't move from the paper, he asks matter of factly what did you do?

 

I take a deep breath, and in a whisper I tell him that the scale says I am 3 pounds overweight.  More tears are rolling off of my cheeks now, as I have said it.  He takes a drag off of his cigarette.  He then asks, what does that mean?  I said please punish me as you see appropriate.  He just goes back to reading his paper.  I light a cigarette.  He picks up his phone and I hear him tell his boss that he won't be there this morning.  They talk for a couple of minutes, and then hang up.  I know that I will be punished this morning, I just don't know what that means.  I don't know what the next hours will bring to me.

 

We sit there, I don't dare move.  He is reading the paper, I am finishing my cigarette.  My mind is racing, my heart is pumping fast and hard, the tears have dried up in my eyes.  I put my cigarette out and without moving his eyes he commands "go to the playroom, have nothing on but your heels."  Yes sir, I reply as I get up and go to the bedroom to take off my lingerie.  I strip naked and head to the playroom.

 

I am facing the far wall, standing straight, arms at my side, just as I have been taught.  What seems like an eternity goes by, it could have been ten minutes, it could have been 30 minutes, it could have been something in between.  I was cold, he keeps the playroom cool.  It is hard to describe what my mind was thinking, I had no idea what was coming, but there was a part of me that was somewhat excited.  My body was betraying my mind.  My nipples were hardening, moisture was gathering at my cunt.

 

I can hear him walking towards me as he enters the room.  He takes my hand and we start to walk to the wall on my right, to the spreader bench.  He turns me around and just points, first to one ankle and then to the outer restraint, then to my other ankle and to the opposite retraint.  I sit on the padded seat and split my legs.  I am sitting up, and wide open as he buckles in both of my ankles.  He then buckles my thighs, right about mid thigh.  I am truly spread now, unable to move my legs.  My mind continues to race, there is noticeable moisture on my labia as my body continues to betray my mind.  He then takes my right hand, and secures it to the restraint above my head and extended outward, as if I were on a cross.  He does the same with my left hand.  I am sitting, fully spread, arms up and extended, completely vulnerable, completely unable to move.  What is he going to do to me?  I have never been quite like this on this bench.  He looks down at my cunt, he can see my wetness and asks if I am scared or excited?  I truly am both, but am not sure I should say that.  He quickly asks again, are you scared or excited?  I can't lie to him.  I say I am both sir.

 

My breathing is starting to get heavier.  My breasts are heaving with each breath I take.  He gets that look on his face, sort of a smile, sort of serious.  He then asks me why I am here?  I mumble softly that I was overweight this morning.  Annoyed, he says I can't hear you slut!  And be Specific!  I stammer, louder, "I was three pounds overweight this morning sir, I need to be punished for that sir, that is why I am here sir."  He seems pleased with the way I have answered him.  My thighs and my hips are starting to hurt from the strain now.  He affixes the ball gag in my mouth.  My eyes are wide, the moisture continues to build and collect at my sex.  My body continues to show excitement, my mind is racing with fear.

 

He walks to the wall where the rules are hanging.  He brings them over, he looks so good, confidently walking across the room and back.  He looks down at me and says     "rule # 23 says that you weigh 103lbs., will weigh yourself every Monday morning and you will not exceed that weight unless we agree together, prior to gaining any weight."  He continued, "If I weigh more than 103lbs. during a weekly weigh-in I should be punished as I am no longer the slut you have agreed to take care of."  Tears well in my eyes as he reads to me.  I am embarassed, I am ashamed, I have let him down.  tears are streaming down my cheeks.

 

He says "You will be punished, you will lose this weight, then we will move on, never bringing this up again.  Do you understand?"  I nod, and tears are running off my cheeks onto my breasts, and then my stomach.  Even that feels sensual, erotic in a wierd way.  Once again, my body is betraying me as I can feel my juices gathering at my thighs, my legs unable to move.  I can feel my clit being hard, my slit parted. 

 

He then says "I have decided to punish you as follows.  Since you are three pounds overweight, you will get three strikes with the flogger across your chest, three strikes on each thigh, and three on your cunt and pubic area.  I am then going to shave your cunt hair as you are not now worthy to have cunt hair.  I will shave you using shaving cream and water.  You will then shave your cunt hair every three days for three weeks.  you will shave with nothing more than hot water.  The razor will pull and tug at the stubble and remind you of why you are not now worthy of cunt hair.  You will get one teaspoon of baby oil every third time you shave your cunt hair.  I will apply oil to you today when I am finished.  After I have shaved your cunt hair today, there will be three more strikes with the flogger on your chest, three more strikes on each thigh and lastly three on your cunt and pubic area.  You will then give me a blowjob.  I will release your restraints, you will dress, then I expect breakfast.  Do you understand your punishment?"  Yes, I nod, with tears streaming off my face.  "Do you understand why I am punishing you?" he asks.  I nod again.

 

The shaving of my cunt is significant.  He shaved me when we first got together, he said it was for two reasons.  The first was that he wanted to see something different than others had, the second was he wanted me to earn my cunt hair.  After a couple of months, he was satisfied that I was slutty enough, submissive enough, to have earned my cunt hair.  We discussed what he wanted it trimmed like and that is what I grew, shaved, and trimmed.  It was a wide V.  He has let me keep it that way for all of this time.

 

He picked up the flogger and raised it above his head, then turned and delivered the first strike across my breasts, he reloaded very quickly and the second strike was lower, more across my stomach, then the third strike cam, right across my breasts, catching both of my nipples at just the right angle.  They were stinging horribly from just that blow.

 

Next was my right thigh, then three more to my left.  My legs couldn't move, my arms were aching, my hips and thighs are burning, and tears are literally streaming down my cheeks, my breasts, my stomach.  Now came time for the three strikes to my cunt and pubic area.  My body is still betraying my mind, my juices are pooled at my thighs, my clit is rigid.  The first strike comes down and misses my cunt, striking my lower stomach and pubic area.  It stings, and stings badly.  The next strike comes and strands hit my lips, my clit, my pubic area, stings badly, more tears, then the third strike right on top of my cunt.  My thihgs are killing me, my hips are hurting.

 

He carefully shaves me, it is soothing, yet I am sad that it is gone.  It makes me feel so inadequate.  He dries me off with a towel, he carefully and so expertly rubs in the baby oil.  He has finished shaving me.  He stands up.

 

He picks up the flogger and proceeds to strike me on my breasts, then my stomach, then my breasts.  Harder than the first three.  I try to squirm and only increase the burning in my thighs.  Then my thighs, first the right, then the left, also harder than the first set.  Having been dried by the towel just a few moments earlier, my body was once again betraying me, showing excitment and fear.  The tears were non-stop at this point, the sensations were incredibly erotic as they streamed over my stinging breasts and stomach, my cunt juices were again gathering, my clit was rigid and begging for release.  My body was seemingly so confused.

 

The final three strikes of the flogger on my cunt and pubic area took my breath away.  I wanted so bad to release.  I tried asking for permission.  He was having none of that though, this was my punishment, not a reward.  He unbuckled the gag, ripped it out of my mouth and with one swift motion his cock was in my mouth.  It was very difficult for me to move forward and suck his cock the way I needed to, he was pushing me, my thighs and arms were at the end of their line.  The burning was so great, with tears still streaming down my body, i fought through the pain, I was in such a state of arousal nothing mattered but giving him the blowjob he wanted.  I sucked and swirled and dripped and drooled, I wanted his seed, I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to know that I was his slut, his one.  I took him all the way in, into my throat, I kept sucking his cock with all I had left.  At last, as he grew that last little bit I knew I would get to taste him.  He flowed into my mouth, so hot, so strong.  He pulled out, I showed him his seed in my mouth, I swallowed him.  He moved his cock back to my mouth and I cleaned him with my tongue.

 

He then took the restraints off of my arms, then my legs.  I stood, keeping my gaze down on the floor.  Part of my chores today would be to clean up from the shaving.  I walked to our bedroom, I was shaking.  It was all I could do not to give my clit a couple of flicks with my fingers.  I got to the bedroom, pulled on my garter, stockings, and bra with the nipple openings.  I put my shoes back on, and went to the kitchen.  he was seated at the table, reading the paper, just as he had been some two hours ago.  I asked him if he wanted an omelette or french toast for breakfast.  He opted for the omelette and I made that with toast and more coffee.  He ate, with me at his side.  He then went to get dressed for work, I cleaned up the kitchen.  Just as I was finishing, he came back and gave me a very deep, very passionate kiss.  It was warm, and so full of love.  He looked at me and said, you did good this morning, now be good today, I'll see you when I get home.

 

He left for work, and it was all I could do not to masturbate as soon as he was gone.  But I couldn't, I knew that another punishment today would be unbearable for me, and beyond a disappointment for him.  I will be fine until he gets home, and then the night will bring what it will bring.

 

Well the night brought me the opportunity to use two different vibrators on my freshly shaven cunt.  He allowed me to have 3 orgasms, for obvious reasons, and when we went to bed, I was in paradise.