Liar’s Cane Whipping
Male nature is to cause mischief. Man’s misdeeds are odious. Atonement and repentance come only with great tears. Let no Mistress Owner spare men’s flesh. Welts are marks of a man’s progress to worshipful obedience.
Slave Harry had lied to Mistress Kate. A contrived excuse for returning home late. It was sheer luck that Mistress Kate discovered the falsehood.
A small untruth, trivial. But no Mistress Owner can forgive the least dishonesty.
Mistress Kate had warned Harry when she accepted him into her service. No Mistress Owner practices stricter discipline. All misbehavior is punished.
The graver the sin, the greater the punishment.
When Harry returned, she did not even give him time for a ritual greeting. Mistress Kate grabbed his earlobe. As he whimpered, she led him to the basement. It was the place of place and punishment.
She told Harry to drop his pants and put his palms on a table. If he moved his hands, his punishment would start anew.
Standing behind her slave, she spoke.
“You lied to me.”
A swift swat of the cane.
“Ow – I … “
“Don’t you dare speak.”
Five lashes closely placed. His skin burned.
“Liar. Worthless liar.”
More lashes. More yelps.
Harry was shaking. He spoke.
“Please M … Oh! … “
Speech only angered his Mistress Owner.
Neither spoke. The only sounds were swooshes and sobs.
Harry felt he was about to faint.
His whipping ended.
Mistress Kate said nothing. She turned away from him.
Harry’s sobs abated. He knelt, bowed his head.
His Mistress Owner stood before him. She spoke.
“You have disgusted me. I may whip you again tonight.”
“Should you lie again, this punishment will seem mild. Or I might sell you. You gave yourself to me. I can do anything I want with you.”
For the first time Harry began to really understand what it was to be a woman’s slave.
Originally posted 2016-12-02 08:45:01.