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Master's Discovery
*entering My tent after seeing the Ubar, furious that I had to apologize for raynn but still hating what must be done......I am stunned to see that angel is already here with her, but pleased that they know what I must do as well *
*pulling angel up firmly yet gently by her hair I look into her eyes*
little one do you understand how serious what the two of you did was?
*when she nods in agreement I motion for her to back away so that she can watch*
*My heart aching to have to do this I now reach another decision also*
*Taking the slave whip in My hand I cannot not help but notice the sensuous shape of My slave raynn....the creamy white skin....the curves of her body*
*I strike her with the whip, the sound of it along with her voice seeming to echo in the tent......I strike her again, harder this time.....I work up and then down, from one side to the other...feeling the sting for her each time the leather makes impact but knowing it must be done I make sure her cries are sincere and that there will be sufficient marks to show the Ubar evidence of her punishment..... then as if the end of a storm, it is over*
*not wanting angel to see My eyes I go, leaving raynn to her sister's care....pausing briefly to kiss raynn's sweet lips and whisper in her ear*
you have pleased Me with the way you endured that sweet raynn...but please try and not leave Me without a choice ever again.
A girls reaction
~as each strike of the whip rips through her tender flesh she bites her bottom lip...her cries becoming less and less with each strike...tears mingling with the taste of blood as she bites through the delicate flesh of her mouth...not flinching once and never asking her Master to stop...she accepts her punishment with all the grace of a true kajira...knowing that she is His fully and knowing she is truly blessed to be loved thusly...when her Master's kiss touches her lips she rises to kneel proudly her thighs spread wide…head held high....eyes lowered to the ground between T/them...tears running freely down her cheeks....her hands resting palm up in full submission....she speaks in a voice choked with sobs but still as sweet as a midsummer nights rain~
this one will never leave Thee so again Master...her only desire is to please You and thus she will devote her every moment to doing just that...a girl thanks You deeply Master for her punishment...
~remaining kneeling until He leaves the tent and then collapsing into a heap at her sister's feet...her sobs breaking and she cries with her pain...not of the whipping but of displeasing her Master...the whip marks beginning to burn deeply she curls up on her side and tries to lay still to make it stop hurting
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