A severe punishment

My Master asked me to write him a story. The truth is that I find it hard to write; it doesn't come naturally to me, but sometimes an idea comes to mind. I hope this is the moment, so I can take the opportunity to write the story he asked for, and in passing, if he wants, a fantasy that I can fulfill and that he likes.

We had agreed to meet at our usual spot, in the forest at night. My Master particularly enjoys whipping, and he is also very skilled at handling a whip, of any kind. I like to please my Master, as is normal for my submissive side, although whipping is something I have never liked much. Since it is what my Master enjoys the most, I have to give it to him.

It had been a while since we last met, and I was out of practice, but anything to please my Master. When Master arrived, I was already waiting for him as is customary, with my head down, waiting for his orders.

He commanded me to take off my clothes and remain naked. It was already mid-March, so it was cold, but I took off my clothes without saying a word and put them in a trash bag I had brought for such occasions. I handed him my whip; it is not like his; mine is homemade, made from a wheel cover and cut into thin strips, resembling a cat o'nine tails. It is painful but leaves fewer marks, and I have a problem with marks, as I am married and can't return home with visible marks or too many marks in more hidden places.

We ventured a little deeper into the woods, enough to be away from any prying eyes; it was almost dark already, so there was enough privacy. Once we reached the right spot, my Master tied my hands to two nearby trees, and there I remained, tied in a cross, in the dark, feeling cold and nervous, waiting for whatever was going to happen.

Master took the whip and began to whip me hard on my back and ass. He measured the blows very well, both the force (quite strong) and the rhythm—fast, but not so fast that I didn't fully feel the effects of each lash.

I don't have much endurance for whipping, but there was little I could do in that situation except suffer each lash and wait for the next. I lost track of time and the number of lashes; my entire body trembled from the punishment when Master stopped. I kept trembling, my back and ass were burning. After a moment, he positioned himself behind me again but this time he whipped from bottom to top, forcefully, between my legs, targeting my penis and my balls, while also hitting the inner part of my ass. Each hit felt like pins in my parts; luckily, Master, always severe but knowing what he was doing, didn't hit as hard as on my back, but found just the right strength for each strike to my parts to be a strong punishment.

After a while of whipping that way, he stopped and positioned himself in front of me, starting to whip again, sometimes from bottom to top between my legs, and other times from top to bottom on my penis. The punishment was very strong, and there was little I could do but suffer it. My entire body was on fire and trembling from the pain.

In front of me, he began to whip my penis with the handle of the whip that I had built, which was made of wide rubber. He whipped my penis repeatedly with the same skill he usually uses, with just the right strength and exact rhythm, allowing me to feel all the pain of the lash but not recover for the next lash. He continued like this for several minutes until I begged him to stop because I could take no more; then he continued for a while longer before finally stopping.

Master paused for a moment, allowing me to gradually recover from that involuntary trembling that I couldn't control. When I was a bit more recovered, he grabbed my balls and started playing with them, stretching and squeezing them, watching how I writhed in pain. When he grew tired of playing like this, he stood in front of me and kicked me in the groin, in the balls, making me double over in pain. Luckily for me (and because he was controlling it), the kick wasn't too strong, but the spot is painful. He continued kicking my balls until I could no longer bear it and fell to my knees, suspended with my arms outstretched. Had I not been tied up, I would have rolled on the ground.

At that moment, Master took out his penis and began to fuck my mouth while I was still suffering the pain in my balls. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out and placed it in front of my face, climaxing onto it and leaving my face completely stained with his semen.

Next, he took a timer lock that I had, released one of my wrists, and then put the chain with the lock on me for 20 minutes. He placed some clamps on my nipples, connected to an electro-stimulation unit, and turned it on. Slowly and carefully, he increased the intensity until he saw me writhing in pain, and then he left it on the ground, hanging from my clamps, out of my reach.

“Well,” he said, “I'm leaving now; I'll let you 'enjoy' by yourself. In 20 minutes, the lock will open, and you can free yourself. Then you can get dressed and leave. Have fun!”

And he left, leaving me alone, writhing with the shocks on my nipples, on my knees, arms tied in a cross, naked, at night, and with my face covered in his semen.

The shocks bit like red-hot needles; I could do nothing but wait for the 20 minutes, which felt like an eternity. The silence and darkness were imposing, only broken by my moans. That time felt eternal, unable to do anything and constantly suffering the shocks on my nipples. After what felt like an eternal agony, I heard a beep, and the lock made a “click” and opened. I clumsily released my hand, as I was already numb from the position and the pain, grabbed the tens unit, and turned it off, removed the clamps, released the other wrist, and fell exhausted to the ground. I don’t know how long I was on the ground, but a good while passed until I gradually regained my strength.

I gathered my things, got dressed, and went to find the car to leave. At that moment, I received a message from Master, telling me what a good nap I had taken. It turns out (he later confirmed it) that Master didn’t leave; he simply stepped out of my view but stayed nearby, watching me just in case something happened. That’s what having a strict yet responsible Master means, always taking care of his property.