"Stories / Exemplary Consent" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/hzAnAJLS Created on: Thursday 4th of August 2016 10:42:34 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:29:38 AM UTC Stories / Exemplary Consent (1000 Words) Spanking, Slavery, Consensual, slow hanging « on: August 07, 2013, 01:41:10 pm » As every aspect of our relationship together is, Mistress is always testing our compliance. Her slaves are so devoted and so in love with her that we can only desire to please her. She has punished all of us. Sometimes she has had to discipline us even though we have been completely good for her. I remember the warm conversation she had with us. It wasn’t a lecture really. It was more of an explanation and encouragement. As I knelt before her she sat in her high back chair and explained that I was going to receive the worst discipline of my life even though I had no reason to be punished. She told me that this form of “maintenance” was for the benefit of household. It helped her see how the care and development in my behavior had progressed. It tested my willingness to obey and trust. Whatever she did to me was for my own good as well and the benefit of my sister slaves. It occurred on the same night that one of my sister slaves was being punished for a minor infraction. When she declared that all of my sister slaves would watch and learn from the discipline I was going to receive I could say nothing but an enthusiastic “yes, Mistress”. Mistress directed me to stand in the corner and with my arms folded behind me. I was barefoot and wearing my normal slave uniform of a plain, white dress. I stayed that way for several minutes thinking about what was about to happen to me and how scared I was. Yet, I also thought of how much I loved my Lady, and how glad I was that she was providing me with another opportunity to express that love to her, no matter how unpleasant it was going to be. “I’m going to bring in the girls now.” “Yes, Mistress.” My answer was barely audible as my contrasting emotions were now moving towards the dread of the inevitable pain I was about to experience. Moments later, I heard my sister slaves come in, meekly greeting my Lady and then talking and whispering amongst themselves as they settled to kneel around Mistress’ chair. I heard Mistress talking to the girl who had forgotten a chore on the list of her daily tasks. All of us had received a spanking for such minor infractions and none of us held any grudge for the redirection. “So are you ready for your punishment?” “Yes, Mistress,” came the girl’s relatively calm voice said. “Why are you being punished?” “Because I forgot to clean the pipes under the sink when I was assigned to clean my Lady’s lavatory.” “Please lay across my lap.” From the corner, I hear rustling, the familiar sound of a body laying across Mistress’ lap. Even before the punishment began, the girl begins to cry. I was familiar with that; anticipation of pain mixed with genuine remorse for disobedience. As the sobs come, I hear my Lady’s bare hand on naked butt flesh. As the girl begins to cry out, Mistress gives the butt cheeks quick, smarting swats. It was the warm up to the punishment, softening the skin for the actual implement to be used. Mistress leveled twenty severe swats of her skilled hand against the girl, who wailed balefully as she was punished. When the punishment ended there was silence except for the girl’s crying. There was then ten minutes of Mistress reviewing the day’s events with all the girls before instructions. “Everyone go downstairs.” I heard the girls all leave to go to the dungeon. We all knew that only the most severe punishments took place in the dungeon. Also, girls who were expelled or girl’s who were sick went downstairs and never came back. As the girls left the room, I sensed my Lady draw close again, her face coming up to my ear, her warm familiar breath awakening my senses. I was trembling. “How’s my good girl doing?” Tears silently slipped down my face. “I’m scared, Mistress.” Her hand slid through my short red hair affectionately. “I know, baby girl,” she said softly. “I didn’t expect you not to be. But that is what makes it so important for them…because you are going to do it anyway….because you love me.” “I do love you, Mistress,” I confessed. She took me downstairs by the hand. Feeling her strength, I took a deep breath and walked with more confidence. The girls were all gathered around the noose that hung from the ceiling winch. We stood in front of all my sister slaves. “Kimmie is going to demonstrate how to be a good girl,” was all Mistress said. She hugged me warmly and then helped me undress. Joining her in this part eased my dread. She smiled at me appreciatively, commenting on how pretty I was when I was naked and that I was being such a good girl. She restrained my hands behind me and then held the noose for me. Obediently, I put my neck in and felt her bring the rope tight around my neck. My sisters said good bye to me. Mistress kissed my cheek softly and I could hear how pleased she was in her voice. “Good girl.” “Thank you Mistress.” “I love you, baby-girl.” I heard the winch activated and the rope goes taunt, lifting me two inches of f the floor. I tried to be brave and not cry or gag but the instinctive terror of my approaching death took me and I began to kick and squirm, trying to extend my toes to touch the floor, unaware of the spinning dance I was demonstrating for the girls. “She’s not resisting right now,” I could hear Mistress explaining to the girls as I gasped and gagged desperately behind her. I writhed in a frenzy, now unable to hear her and beginning to see bright stars. Then I heard a dull snap as my broken neck stilled my struggles. ReplyQuoteNotify