Chapter Ten
The Punishment Centre, Harsh Corporal Punishment & Mummification
London - 24/25 August 2011.
I was ordered into 7 days of chastity from midnight on 16 August. I was tired and felt like an early night, so I wanked off at 10.30pm, locked my cock & balls in chastity, sent a text message to confirm and was in bed by 11pm.
The following morning I awoke to a text message from Kris:
‘10.30pm! Since when has that been midnight?’
I was confused. Had I done wrong by following his instructions early?
I replied. ‘Hi Sir, I felt like an early night, so I played early and went into chastity early. I hope that was ok? Sub’.
Within minutes came his reply.
‘So you fancied an early night, did you. When I say midnight, you stay up to midnight, not go to bed early. I’ll deal with this later. Meanwhile, I’ve been thinking recently on increasing your CP experience. You’ve now convinced me that this needs to be done without delay. I’m contacting a place in London that’s well equipped with CP furniture and implements. I shall be escorting you there next week, so be prepared’.
On 23 August I received further instructions.
‘Tomorrow you’re advised not to wear your best jeans, and to bring a spare pair with you. At midnight tonight and not before, you are to place some hot pain relief cream on your balls, then text me to confirm that you have done so’.
I’d planned to bed early to get a good night’s sleep before my ordeal the next day. That wasn’t to be. I waited until midnight, applied the ointment, and sent a text to confirm that I’d obeyed his instructions at a minute past midnight. My balls were on fire as I went to bed.
The next day, I was to meet him in London at 12noon and would be taken directly to the place of punishment. Prior to this, I was to check into a hotel as overnight accommodation as he had other plans for me later in the day.
I met him on time and was escorted on the London Underground to the discreet punishment centre. I was expecting harsh punishment and felt slightly nervous and my Master sensed this. Very little conversation took place throughout the journey. By the time we reached our destination, my heart was pounding!
On entering the premises I was ordered to wait in a corridor, whilst Kris went to familiarise himself with the specialised equipment that he would be using over the next couple of hours. I waited patiently, standing against the wall whilst getting some pleasure by feeling my imprisoned cock which was tightly packed inside my old, ripped denim jeans. I was horny and wanted to play with myself, but knew that I had to wait for that pleasure until after my punishment at least!
I was soon taken into the “Punishment Room”. On entering I realised this was a room designed purely as a place for inflicting punishment - both mild to severe. As I entered the doorway I noticed the following ‘Punishment Furniture’:
A custom built Strapping Bench; an “A” frame Caning Trestle; Punishment Bench; Old School Vaulting Horse, and a Birching Block. The walls displayed a large collection of canes; willow birches; tawses; leather belts; and many leather & wooden paddles. I thought to myself – ‘This is gonna be tough’...
My Master escorted me over to the “A” frame Caning Trestle. I was ordered to bend forwards over the beam that crossed the front of the frame at waist height. I gripped the far side of the frame with both hands as I felt my Master’s hands getting to grips with my well worn, ripped denim jeans.
I was reminded of my very first session at the Manchester dungeon the previous November, as his hands started to rip and tear my jeans apart, starting between my legs and ass, and proceeding to totally rip down both legs right to my ankles, before pulling hard at the waistband which was fully stretched behind me until it broke apart completely.
As I lay bent over the “A” frame, my body resting on my torn jeans hanging in shreds in front of me, my tight white underpants were still intact around my bubble butt, but not for long!
Within seconds, his hands were groping my crotch and ass, tugging at the white cotton fabric until it was completely ripped open, exposing my ass, ready for my punishment to commence.
‘You’re to be taught the consequences of failing to obey my clear instructions. In future you’re to do exactly as you are told, OK Slave’.
‘But Sir, I obeyed your instructions, I just did it a bit earlier than you said, that’s all. What’s wrong with that’?
‘You’ve been told many times before not to question my decision on punishment and no But Sir’s. How many times do I have to tell you’?
‘Sorry Sir’.
‘You will be. You’ve just added 10 strokes of the cane to your existing load of punishment. Take a deep breath and prepare yourself for what’s to come’.
I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth and waited for the first sting of the cane on my perfectly smooth and unmarked ass cheeks. I was reminded to count off every stroke and give thanks for my punishment. Failure to do so, or to lose count, would result in my punishment starting from 1 again.
I gasped as the pain shot through my ass. I forgot to confirm the 1st stroke and thank him, so I was back to 1 again!
I achieved my task of counting off all the next 10 strokes and thanked my Master for the punishment inflicted.
‘You will eventually learn to obey me at all times. Until you adhere to that not so difficult instruction, you will be punished time and time again. At the moment you seem to want to learn the hard way’.
‘Sir...’ ...was my short response to this threat from my Master who was determined to do whatever he felt necessary.
I was then given 12 strokes of a different cane. This one felt a lot springier and stung like hell. I took a deep breath between each stroke after counting each off, then thanked him as instructed. My ass cheeks were now feeling quite sore and swollen...
‘How many strokes so far, Slave’?
‘23 Sir’, I replied.
‘That’s correct. You have actually managed to get something right for a change’.
‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’.
‘Now for a few strokes with a leather paddle before we move on to the wooden paddle, just to warm your ass up nicely and get your cheeks glowing’.
I received 10 hard thwacks from the leather paddle, then 12 from the wooden paddle. I counted off all 22 correctly but forgot to give thanks. He started again, and I received a further 22 thwacks, before making sure that I thanked him for all 44!!
‘You are learning…. slowly.’
‘Now, how about I try out another cane before we move onto to another form of punishment. Get ready for more bitch’.
‘Yes Sir, but please not too hard Sir’.
‘I’ll decide on the severity, not you Slave, so be careful what you say or you will only make things worse for yourself again’.
‘Sir’
I counted off another 9 strokes of the cane.
‘The next stroke will be hard, so take a deep breath and be ready for it, Slave’.
I took a deep breath & held it as I waited for the last hard stoke. I cried out in agony as it landed on target.
’10 Sir, thank you Sir.’
‘How many strokes have you received now, Sub’?
’33 strokes of the cane and 44 of the leather and wooden paddles, Sir’.
‘Correct, Slave. I’m impressed’.
‘Thank you Sir’.
‘Right, now over to the vaulting horse, get yourself on top, legs spread wide apart and your ass up high, nicely presented for your next bout of punishment.’
I walked over to the vaulting horse, reminded of my school days, and lifted myself onto the padded top. I positioned myself as he had requested, so my legs and glowing red ass cheeks were spread wide apart.
I felt Kris’s hand on my ass, moving down between my legs as he took a firm grip on my dangling cock & balls. I was given 6 hard hand-spankings which I counted off correctly and thanked him for.
‘Time for the tawse now Slave. Let’s see how you cope with this one’.
I heard a swish as the tawse was used on my back, lightly at first as the pressure gradually increased. I groaned as this was applied to my back and arse, with little or no pause between each thrashing. Although I started to count each one, it became so rapid that counting became impossible. I had to give up... it was as much as I could do to withstand the pain - the tawse was now rapidly thrashing my exposed ass cheeks which were already sore from the previous caning and paddling.
‘Can’t you count anymore Slave?’ he asked with a chuckle.
‘No Sir, I can’t cope with it, sorry Sir’.
‘I’ll let you off this time, but make damn sure you thank me when I’m finished with this tawse, understand?’
‘Yes Sir, of course Sir’.
My punishment continued with increasing pressure and speed as I begged for mercy. But unless I used the ‘stop word’, he was not prepared to give in to my pleas. I was not prepared to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I had been beaten, so continued to suffer the ongoing punishment!
Eventually, it concluded and I thanked him as his humble Slave.
‘Now for the Strapping Bench, I’m looking forward to this one’ taunted my Master, knowing that I was now deeply regretting my disobedience...
I climbed down off the Vaulting Horse and stepped over to the Strapping Bench. This flat wooden bench was large enough to take most of my body from my head to my knees. There were 2 holes, one on each side of the bench top, for my arms to hang through. Several leather straps were used to firmly secure me down around my chest, waist and legs. A rolled-up blanket was in position at my groin to lift me slightly upwards at that point, leaving my naked ass more vulnerable and accessible. The straps were fastened. I was unable to move a muscle.
‘You stay there and don’t move whilst I decide on your next instrument of punishment’, said Kris with sarcasm.
I dared not reply!
He chose a leather strap. I was told to resume counting. This next round of punishment would be applied less rapidly. It was still meant to hurt, and it did! I counted off every thrashing from 1 to 24, again thanking my Master upon conclusion.
‘I’ll give you a short break from punishment for awhile before we move onto the Birching Block, for the last part of your punishment’.
My break from punishment wasn’t exactly relaxing. He produced a pinwheel and used this menacingly to torment me. The pinwheel was firmly applied over my back and neck, legs, and then finally between my legs and my unprotected balls. My only relief was that this wasn’t particularly painful, just a teasing experience that kept me alert and aware of my vulnerability. I groaned with a mixture of torment and pleasure as the pinwheel was used on my sensitive thighs, balls, crotch and ass.
The straps were unfastened and I was ordered over to the Birching Block. I sensed what was to follow, something I had never experienced before… a birching! I feared he had saved the best till last!
The Birching Block consisted of a sloping side which supported my legs, a flat top for my upper body, and a wooden post underneath the front for me to grip with my hands, whilst punishment was being inflicted. My ass was again well presented at the top of the sloped side, making it an easy target for the birch. I was informed that the birch had been soaked in water, ready for use.
I was ready and waiting.
This was a new experience for my Master, and he assured me that he would exercise caution and would not make me suffer more than he knew I could cope with. I was comforted by his assurance. I was told to count off every thrashing which would be administered slowly, but precisely.
‘One, thank you Sir’ …. ‘Two, thank you Sir’... ‘Three, thank you Sir’.
As the birch twigs landed on target it became more and more painful, but I continued to suffer and count them off.
‘Four, thank you Sir’... ‘Five, thank you Sir’... ‘Six, thank you Sir’... ‘Seven, thank you Sir’... ‘Eight, thank you Sir’... ‘Nine, thank you Sir’.
There was a pause…. Without warning he applied the 10th thrashing much harder than the preceding 9!
‘Aaaaggghhh, Ten, thank you Sir’.
My punishment was over and I was ordered onto the floor and to lie face down at his feet.
‘Now, you grovel at my feet where you belong, and just you remember to fully obey my instructions in future’.
My hands clung to his booted feet, and I licked the top of each boot with my tongue as he prodded my ass with the tip of a cane. I wriggled on the floor, grovelling and squirming beneath him, as the pathetic Slave that I am.
I was told to get dressed in my alternative clothes and we left the punishment centre and travelled by tube back into the centre of London.
I had decided to treat my Master to a visit to an old wine bar that I had once frequented regularly. After enjoying a pleasing bottle of wine, we ate dinner on a floating restaurant with splendid views along the river, enjoying each other’s company as usual when out of role play.
We eventually moved onto my hotel and relaxed for awhile on the bed with whisky and cokes. However, Kris still had other plans for me as his Sub. The day was not over yet!
I was ordered to strip naked, hooded and blindfolded, then to stand with my feet together at the foot of the bed. I felt cling film being wound around my legs, starting at my ankles then working up to my knees, my thighs, around my ass and front but leaving my cock & balls exposed and accessible. Further cling film was wrapped around my stomach, arms (which were at my side) and chest, leaving my nipples exposed and accessible.
The wrap finished at shoulder height. I was totally mummified from my ankles to my neck. I was pushed backwards, landing safely on a soft springy mattress. Kris assisted me in reaching the position on the bed where he wanted me.
I was now flat on my back, comfortable on the bed, hooded and blindfolded as well as totally helpless and unable to move at all! The pinwheel was used on my balls before soft rope was bound around my cock and balls. Metal tit clamps, linked by chain, were fitted - making me groan in agony as they tightly gripped my sensitive nipples.
Kris took hold of the rope around my cock and balls and the chain attached to both nipple clamps. He menacingly pulled gently on both, making me groan and squirm in agony and pleasure, knowing that the pain that I was being subjected to was pleasing my Master.
My blindfold and hood were removed. Kris sat on my head, burying my face into his tight jeans. I was told to sniff and worship his body to which I was denied the pleasure of access! I wanted my Master badly and begged as best I could, but sensed that I was to be denied today. Was I going to be sent home next morning frustrated, or would I be allowed to climax?
After more teasing, torture and torment, I was released from mummification and ordered back into chastity for the night. We went to bed. I was frustrated sexually but could do nothing about it!
Next morning, I begged for pleasure and this was granted. I was released from chastity and my Master allowed me to climax as I sucked his cock and rimmed his ass.
I was sent home a happy and contented Slave.
