Punishment flogging

I was just finishing the cleaning of a house my Master had sent me to  in order to get a debt forgotten. The client was an older man who lived in a one bed house with a basement the size of the house floor and my work consisted that day of getting his kitchen “spic and span”. When I arrived at 1pm I was made to undress to my underwear and taken to the kitchen which displayed a couple of enormous piles of dirty dishes, some, I could tell, had been 'waiting for me' for several days. I got to work almost immediately and the man told me he would be back before 4pm for an inspection, meanwhile my clothes would be locked in a cupboard shut with a padlock, the key placed in a small glass case I could break to get my clothes in case of an emergency... he left...

I proceeded to wash and dry the dishes, place the one I could find the rightful place in the cupboards and 'organized' the rest on the table for Sir to deal with.... I washed the floor and dusted the whole kitchen elements, counters, etc and was in that last phase when my 'boss' returned, it was just before 4pm...

As soon as he got in he started to inspect my work and very soon he was showing signs of displeasure... he picked up the phone and talked to my master who authorized him to deal with me...

I was to be punished by flogging the following Saturday at 4pm; 25 lashes in sets of 5 all over the body between the neck and the knees with the martinet there would be a break between sets. The martinet was not a usual instrument for me but I knew it was very biting and rather severe.

When I objected that I was unable to attend that Saturday, he calmly said “50 then a week later, sets of 10”. He also added that any further delays would bring more punishment and that on the day I was to walk in get naked in the hallway get down on my knees and place the blindfold I would find on the chair for my clothes over my eyes and wait to be fetched and taken o the basement.

I left and on the way back home to Master I could not help but think of my punishment: I was almost 2 weeks away and could not imagine how I could get away from it...

Life took over in the following days but as “the” day approached my mind was getting “there” more and more to the point of being one near continual thought until it was nearly time to leave and meet my faith. Sir lived 20/25 mns away and on the way all I could think off was walking in and... I got to his place, it was a couple of minutes to four...

I took the last steps, as I had been told, the door was unlocked, I walked in... no sounds, no one there, I spotted the chair for my clothes as well as the blindfold on top.

So, as per my instructions, I got undressed, folded my clothes and placed them on the chair, I reached for the blindfold and place it over my eyes, dropped to my knees, placed my hands on my head and waited...    

I had been waiting for what's seemed a long time but in reality probably about 10minutes or so, when I felt a hand grabbing my arm: “get up and follow me” as 'the' hand was guiding me slowly through the house. “Watch there are steps” so slowly I placed one foot in front of me feeling for the ground and sensed the floor missing, I slowly let my foot go down and soon found the first step, then one step at a time I finally reached the floor of the basement. I was led to what I imagined the centre of the room. “Now jerk off and cum” I was told “ you will feel the flogger better that way”... after a few minutes I came... then I felt a couple of fingers feeding me my cum scrapped from the floor and was ordered to raised my arms above my head, my wrists got tied loosely to a hook of some sort in the ceiling: I was not distressed by the position but could not move my body very much, then my ankles were tied to something so I could not bring my legs together and had to to be in a vertical 'spread eagle' position. The voice said “you will receive 50 lashed with the martinet, 5 sets of 10 with a short break between each set”. I knew the voice was not from the boss from a couple of weeks back and knowing that he often used trusted subs to “work” for him, I assumed that my readiness to the flogging had been tasked to one of his protegee...

I waited again some time which I used to reflect on the situation I was in: my flogging turned into a whipping. The martinet being that sharp short French whip was more biting than a flogger and also more painful...

As I was thinking to myself I heard the martinet (I guessed) being swinging in the air back and forth and suddenly the first blow, very biting, on my upper back. I let a little squeal out at this point more due to the surprise than the pain. 49 to go...

The second lash did not come immediately as he was waiting for the mark to raise on the skin to continue... back again, slight pause, back again and so on until 10 were administered: by now the pain was definite... one set down, 4 left to endure...

The silence was deafening, when the next blow landed on my left thigh it felt it had been a long time... I got five heavy lashes on each thigh form the front, from the back and some from the side... during the break I could not recall such pin on my legs, I often get belt lashes but this was biting... I later learned that the breaks were not just random but a full five minutes, and that why the seemed to go on for so long...

After a few air-whip sounds the next blow landed on my chest, the martinet had bitten my left tit and the pain was now severe, two blows and I screamed.... “we can't have that” the boss said (this time that was is voice), “sock” he shouted, and after hearing some commotion a smelly sock, which obviously just came of someone foot, was shoved in my mouth to muffle my scream... “that sets restarts now” and my right tit was under attack, one, two, three and I was moaning, screaming inside but could hear the sound of my own groan coming through the sock... finally, ten and my whole chest was on fire... during the break, I got sprayed with a burning liquid: alcohol I guess but it did not smell like it, in any case the burn intensified and took over my senses...

“bonus round, just five” I got 5 lashes in a rather quick succession on my pubic area, the pain was extreme and I probably would not have endure 10 there.... same spraying, even more intense burning sensation... “last break”, that raised my curiosity, “your last 20 together”...

I braced for the first of 20 blows, it landed on my ass... in a weird way I guess, I found myself thinking, 'at last, it's about time'...

The remainder of the punishment was delivered slowly if the boss was waiting for the  marks to raise the skin after each lashes... 18, 19, 20 was a cruel very strong lash... I got sprayed again and if it had been painful before, it was now excruciating, I wondered if the skin had been broken as it certainly felt like it... I was left hanging for a while reflecting on my faith, it was over and it will be memorable for sure, I could hear some background noises hard to identify... nothing loud and no voices, I figured the boss and his little helper were clearing the basement from the punishment setup, I could not see anything but could feel some movement... in the mist of the 'after' the sock was taken out of my mouth, it was, I could feel, wet from my dribble and I laughed to myself thinking some guy will have (may be) to put back on a very wet sock to go home with...

The first 'voice' came back to me, unhooked me and my arms feel along side my body, they had been tied above my head for a long time and the feeling had to return to them.

“Are you ready?” “sure” I said , he grabbed my right arm and led me back the way we came in, “watch the steps”, I felt my way to the first step then walked up with him behind me, he caught up with me at the top of the stairs and took my arm again to bring me to the hallway, he took my blindfold off, pointed at the chair where I had left my clothes, and, after a couple of blinks to readjust my vision to the 'after blindfold', I reached for my underwear, “when you are ready just leave” he said “ring the bell after the close the front door so someone will come and lock it” and he disappeared back into the basement.

I proceeded to get dressed slowly because I could hear now clearly voices coming from the basement. There was a public to my whipping, that was news to me... I lingered dressing trying to hear as much as possible, I could not understand as they were obviously speaking softly but I managed to identify at least 5 unknown voices... who were they? had they enjoyed the show? I will probably never know...

I finished getting dressed, walked out, pulled to front door shut behind me and rang the bell.

I walked back home, Master was not in, could he possibly have been there watching me being punished?

I got undressed and went to look at myself in the mirror: I had red streaks all over my body but to my surprise, in spite of the pain I felt, no broken skin, so I should be back to my own self with a few days...