"Pet!" You hear me call for you from the bedroom. Springing up, you quickly bounce down the hallway. You try to hide your smile as you sit at my feet. You already know why I was calling for you. The bed is still in disarray. Again.
Your mind wanders while you think about what 'punishment' will be forthcoming for this infraction. It's been oh so long since you had a spanking. Seeing me sit on the bed, you crawl across my lap. Smack! "I really hope that this time you remember your job pet." Smack!
"I really don't like having to punish you pet." Smack! "I sincerely hope this is teaching you a lesson about your responsibilities." Smack! You quietly sniffle out a Yes Mistress, before going back to your housework.
Your rear burns red for the rest of the afternoon, during which time you take good care of the household. By the time dinner rolls around, however you start thinking about how nice another spanking would fee. So you decide to let the dishes sit and not make dinner.
Sitting on a cushion with your phone, you begin to fantasize about punishments again. Maybe I will suspend you in the air and use the cane. A shiver runs down your spine and you smile. "Pet!" I sharply interject your daydreaming.
"I notice that there is quite a mess in the kitchen, and no food to show for it." Stooping down to your level, I grab your chin with my hand and hold you eye to eye. "This is starting to become a serious habit of yours.
Failing to do your chores, lack of proper respect, one might think that you enjoyed being spanked, and covered with hot wax. You blush and try to stammer out a negative. Sharply inhaling as I stand "If this is how it is, then I think I have a solution to your bratty behavior."
Grabbing a tuft of your hair, I pull you down to the playroom. Leading you to in front of the bondage bench, I order you to stand spread eagle. Suspension it is you think to yourself, a slim smile growing on your face.
"We shall see if you are still smiling by the end, pet", you snap back to the real world again, seeing me holding a thick cylinder of something? You see that it is a thick roll of plastic wrap. You look at me curiously for a moment.
"Seeing as all my usual punishments have failed to properly educate you, we are going to try something new tonight." Quickly, I start wrapping your individual limbs in the thin plastic. You are rather surprised how restraining the plastic is.
Just three layers of the plastic is enough to make bending your elbows or knees incredibly hard. "Stand straight now" I say, letting you lean on me for balance. The plastic starts to go up and down your full body, four layers thick. Carefully I help lay you back on the bench.
"Now struggle, little one". Try as you might, you can neither pull your arms nor your legs apart. The thin plastic film binds you firmly still. Only your head and your feet haven't been covered in the plastic. You begin to giggle as I tickle the bottoms of your feet.
"Maybe a wholly different sensation will help you learn." You try futilely to twist or turn away as I tickle more intensely, your face turning as red as your ass was several hours ago and tears stream down your face.
Yet it feels like the tickling just intensifies by orders of magnitude until it gradually turns in to a burning sensation. Then, just when it feels you are going to choke on the laughter and tears it stops. You can feel your feet being wrapped individually, then together.
Finally your feet are like the rest of your body and I pull a leather mask down your face. "Don't think we are done yet, pet, not by a long shot." And with that you hear we walk up the stairs and close the door. Leaving you with yourself.
Testing the plastic again, you find that you still cannot move. The air in the mask mingles with your breath. You try to count the time but the drops of sweat forming on the small of your back and the stilled air is too distracting.
Even without the mask, the room would be pitch dark, with no way to tell how much time has passed. Finally, after what feels like days to you, you hear the door open and someone you hope is me descend the steps. "You look like you are ready for the rest of your punishment pet"
Rolling you over on to your stomach, your head leans over the end of the leather bench now. "Hold still, now pet" I cut a small slit in to the back of the plastic and slide several ice cubes in to it.
The freezing cold sensation is only magnified from your steamy body heat being held in place by the plastic. Another slit at each thigh and another ice cube. Try as you might, you can't move the ice cubes the slightest bit. Walking back to your head, I pull the mask off.
Stroking your check first, I grab more hair to pull your head up. Eye to girlcock, I tell you to stay focused or there will be more punishment. Opening your mouth, I slide my member all the way down.
You suck and lick at it, trying to ignore the intense cold spreading along your sensitive back and thighs. I continue to plunge my girldick in and out of your mouth, fingers deeply woven with your hair. "That's a good girl, just a little more"
I continue to whisper to you as I slam my groin on your face, and my girlcock deep down your throat. You can feel my release so far down your throat, you can only taste it when I pull out. Petting you softly, I tell you we are almost done.
I just need you to remember your place a little better. The icy cold still stabbing at your back is almost instantly quashed by what feels like a boiling hot liquid being poured all over you. You squirm harder than when the ice cubes went in.
The radical sensation switches feeling more intense than any of the singular sensations. It's only when the liquid starts to dribble down your hair do you realize I am marking you as mine. Once I finish, I carefully cut you out of the plastic.
Which falls in thick, wet, chunks on the hard floor. Handing you a towel, I tell you to dry off, "It isn't even Eight yet pet, after your punishments tonight, I think we should take an early evening."
Once you finish with the towel I lead you back upstairs. "Besides I like it when you smell like me, turns me on even", as I shut the bedroom door behind us.
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