“Selina came to kneel before him after her bath. Her hair was still slightly damp and she wore the caftan she knew he loved. He could tell something was wrong. It was plain on her face, and her head was bowed lower than normal. Whatever it was, he knew she felt the need to be punished.

“You may speak, Selina.” He told her.

 “Thank you, Sir.  I…I’m sorry, Sir, but in the bath…I was thinking of you as I always do and…I touched myself without permission.” Her voice caught at the end because she knew it was expressly forbidden.

He waited because he knew she hated the silence and yet needed it.  He waited until he could see her start to tremble.

“Did you cum?” He asked, though he heavily doubted it.

“Did you cum?” He asked, though he heavily doubted it.

Selina shook her head vehemently.  “No, Sir….No!  I caught myself in time but…I knew I had to tell you.  I am sorry, Sir.”  She swallowed.  “Please? Punish me?”

“Look at me and repeat that.” He commanded, softly.

Slowly her eyes came up and, as he suspected, tears were welling in them.  “Please?” She let out a soft sob.  “Punish me?”

He leaned back and considered her kneeling to him as she begged to be punished.  Did she know how sexy she was?  He wondered.  She was such a lovely distraction in a world of stress and darkness.  Her eyes stayed on his as he had commanded.  Jon was going to do another thing she hated.

“I agree you need to be punished.  Tell me, my Selina, what would be most effective?” He asked with a wicked grin. “

That was the scenario Jon presented me with in a message. Of course, I had to respond.

“Sir!” She said, her voice trembling.  “Please don’t make me pick the punishment, Sir.”  But when she saw him with that one eyebrow raised, she dropped eyes quickly, and quickly added, “I’m sorry Sir.  Of course, I’ll pick, I’m glad to do it.  I think, I think, um,” my voice drops almost to a whisper, “orgasm denial, Sir.  I think I deserve that.”

 “Hmmm, yes, that’s a good choice.  Orgasm denial for 24 hours.  Do you think that’s enough?’

 Her voice was even softer in her submission, “No, Sir. Maybe – corner time?”  Her eyes were downcast, but when there was no response to that,she glanced up.  One look at his face and she added, “And – and – the butt plug, Sir”. And that made him smile, as she knew it would…

You can find the rest of the story here: The Punishment – MastersDomain

I can’t tell you how much fun it was writing this. We spent most of the day messaging back and forth and didn’t get to the happy ending until I was sliding into bed. As you can imagine, I pretty quickly created my own happy ending. But if I’m going to be completely honest, just writing back and forth felt pretty close to the real thing.

Jon took our original messages and pulled them together for us, creating this amazing post. So many thanks to him for that!

I’m looking forward to doing more of this kind of collaboration with him…