Bared And Bruised: Honesty Is The Best Policy

by Sealed By Mistress

"Bared and Bruised: A collection of twelve painful punishments" is a favourite book of Ruby from "Sealed With Love". Each short story ties lesbian sex and physical punishment together in varied, intimate ways. I welcome suitable story suggestions that might expand the collection.

Honesty is the key to success

"And what exactly is the meaning of this?!"

Madison was so surprised that she screamed and dropped the thing she'd been holding. "Um... nothing, Mistress! I was... tidying up, yeah, tidying up! I found this key and I was wondering where to put it away..."

Mistress Arlene, the owner of the trembling girl with the laughably bad cover story, smiled icily. "Madison. I already know what you were doing, and attempting to lie to me only makes it less likely you'll get what you want. Here you are, in my bedroom, taking your key and trying to unlock your sealing. You're in a lot of trouble, little girl."

Arlene watched as Madison sank to her knees, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm soo s-s-sorry Mistre-sss! It's so h-hard I need t-to cum sobad I need to so m-m-much! It's been th-thr-three weeks and I'm ... ohgod I'm soooo horny it's making me crazy I need to cum please sorry p-p-p-leeeeeease!"

Madison really was a miserable sight, her face screwed up, her cheeks wet and plastered with hair, her hands clenched tightly against her thighs. As Arlene watched the girl sob and supplicate herself she decided what to do, and smiled faintly before sighing.

"Up, girl. I'm going to let you have a nice cum, but you need to get yourself together first."

Arlene gestured with her hand and Madison rose. She wiped her eyes and stood with her hands behind her back and her feet slightly apart as she sniffled, steadily calming down. Mistress Arlene's favourite (and only) slave was a short, soft-bodied girl, in the middle of her tween years, fair skinned with pale blue eyes and light, natural blonde hair. She had willingly and wholeheartedly offered herself to be claimed by Arlene six months ago and had taken very well to the sealing and submissive training, but there were still times when she slipped up, although this was by far the most disobedient she had been. Madison gave a watery smile as she watched her Mistress and couldn't understand why she wasn't in more trouble.

Arlene kept Madison naked whenever they were at home and now she looked the girl up and down, from her small, delicate feet, to her shapely calves and pillowy thighs, and to her smooth, plump crotch. Madison's pussy was locked behind a shiny metal contraption of knobs and rods which ran through her pierced labia and prepuce. Fine wire mesh bulged over the young girl's desperate clitoris, preventing all access. A flat plate of the same mesh was secured between her pussy lips by the rods before curling up at the bottom into a solid ball which snugly filled the entrance to her pussy. This device made it impossible for Madison to masturbate in any way and was the reason she had snuck into the bedroom in search of the key.

Madison's stomach pooched out just a little and while her hips had not yet broadened to womanhood, her breasts had begun to bud and she already had large, dark pink areolas with long, sensitive nipples. She was self-conscious about the way her body was changing but that only made it more enjoyable for her Mistress to play with her nipples and squeeze her small breasts.

Arlene looked her pretty, young, bare slave girl full in the face, studying the emotions painted on it. There was hopefulness in the beginnings of the smile and the way her round, pinchable cheeks had relaxed. Her head hung and her posture had slumped a little; she was obviously still feeling very guilty. Her tiny button nose twitched as she sniffed and her eyes darted about, nervous and unable to meet her Mistress' appraising gaze.

Arlene left her standing while she fetched something from the toy box and showed it to Madison.

"Do you know what this is?"

Madison was confused. It was shaped a little like a hairbrush but convex on both sides, and a little small. It might be a wooden spoon, but the handle was too short. It was pretty, made from a light, slightly orange wood and thickly varnished, giving it a soft, almost glowy appearance. The girl regarded it warily, her nervousness growing into the first tendrils of fright.

"No, Mistress."

Arlene grinned. "It's a very special sort of paddle. Just the right size for hitting a disobedient eleven year old slave girl on a very sensitive place. I call it my 'coochie spanker' and you're going to get it between your legs. However, I said I'd let you cum and I will. I'm going to unseal you and let you play with yourself for ten minutes. Then I'm going to punish you for coming in here without permission, for rifling through my jewelry box, for trying to unseal yourself and lastly for lying to me. It's going to be very painful for you. Once I'm done, you will masturbate for ten more minutes before I seal you up again."

The slave girl gasped and her mouth fell open.

"Please Mistress, no! I'm sorry sorry sorry I'll be a really good girl from now on and I'll wait as long as you want to keep me before I get to cum but please please not this anything but this I'll be good I'll begoodI'llbegoodpleaseMistress!"

Mistress held up her hand and Madison stopped babbling although her wild eyes made it clear she was terrified of what was to come. Arlene pointed at the edge of the bed.

"Oh your back, legs dangling. This will be better for you if you're bound."

Madison did as she was told and Arlene made short work of wrapping silken rope above each knee and around each ankle. Once they were tied off to the bed frame, Madison was left with her legs splayed apart, offered up helplessly for her Mistress' plan.

Arlene picked up the key but exchanged it with a sleight of hand. The key Madison knew about did not unlock anything and it was useful to keep that secret; maybe the girl would succumb to temptation again. It wasn't a key in the traditional sense but rather a specially shaped nub of metal which fit into four of the knobs, allowing them to be unscrewed and the bars they held in place, removed. From there it was straightforward to disassemble the sealing device - the bulb pulled free of her pussy with a soft plop - and expose the pink ripeness of her slave's smooth sex.

"Now, Madison. Ten minutes. Starting now!"

Madison's hand flew to her crotch, massaging her pussy lips and fingering her eager, available pussy hole. She moaned, long and low, as she her finger sought out her G-spot and liquid joy, wonderful joy flooded into every part of her. She pumped her fingers and pinched her nipples hard with her other hand, first the right then the left, a twang of pain to add to the intense pleasure she was giving herself.

Three weeks of pent up sexual frustration was swept away as she came after a few seconds, hard, screaming and pounding her fingers in and out of her soaking wet snatch. Arlene could smell the girl's juices and knew she'd soak the bedding. Madison moved her hand to squeeze her clit, which was an angry almost-purple and sticking out from under its hood. She had a long, thick clitoris and she rubbed and squeezed it roughly and she came again, even stronger than her first.

Madison arched her back, screwed her eyes shut and howled like a wild animal, lost in the brutally intense ecstasy as her body was finally, after three long - long - weeks was granted what it had hungered for so much. Minutes ticked by and she gurgled, wailed, thrashed, sweated and gushed as her hands worked away at her bare, swollen sex and her straining, hard nipples. Arlene watched; she always enjoyed seeing her pubescent slave girl get herself off, especially with the contrast of her innocent, childish face and her wanton, greedy sexual performance.

Madison was coming down from her sixth (seventh? eighth?) orgasm when Arlene called, "Time! Hands away." Madison snarled in dismay but she was a well trained slave and so she pulled her hands away from her crotch and splayed her arms across the bed, trying to relax.

"You were a very bad slave girl and I'm going to punish you. Your naughty cunt is extra-sensitive after all that frigging, so this will hurt even more. There's no need to count or thank me, just lay back and take your punishment."

With that, the Mistress swung the spanker smartly down onto the helpless peach of Madison's pussy with a brisk THWACK. Madison screeched and her body went rigid in instant agony. She thought to herself 'How will I survive this? I'm so stupid!' but then the coochie spanker connected with her coochie again and the pain was all she knew.

Arlene kept up a steady rhythm, not too slow, not too fast, firm strokes spaced to allow plenty of time for the pain to bloom but not fade too much. The woman had a cruel streak and she relished this chance to hurt her slave. She knew that Madison had a taste for pain that seemed to be deepening as their relationship went on and that she was also beginning to crave humiliation, but this was beyond any 'funishment' she might have meted out. Mistress Arlene drank in the sight of the cute, bound girl, helpless as she submitted to her punishment.

Madison wailed and cried and begged, thrashing her head back and forth, eyes searching out Mistress' wolfishly-grinning face or squeezing shut, her arms sweeping back and forth. She scrunched the bed covers into handfuls, anything to bear the endless suffering of her poor, abused pussy. The spanker was just the right size to smack against every part of her pussy and the tender, plump flesh of her pubic mound. With her legs restrained, Madison couldn't get away or even move her hips more than an inch or two; there was no escaping the torment she was taking. When she could think, she told herself over and over that she would never be such a naughty slave girl again and she would never do anything to earn a punishment like this.

Finally, when she had reduced Madison to a blubbering, sweat-soaked, wretched mess, Mistress Arlene set the spanker down on the bed and leaned down to take the girl's face in her hands. She stroked Madison's cheeks and spoke kindly to her.

"There, that's enough. You took your punishment like a big girl and I hope you've learned a good lesson. Will you sneak into my room and try to unseal yourself again, or lie to me like that?"

"No, no Mistress, I won't, nevernevernever, I'm sorry and I'll be a good girl, please I'm so sorry so much."

Tears streamed down Madison's cheeks and her Mistress brushed them away with her fingers, murmuring and soothing her slave. Once the girl had calmed down a little, Arlene reminded her of what she had said.

"Then I forgive you and we'll put this behind us. Time for another ten minutes. Masturbate for me, put on a show and make yourself cum."

Madison explored her lower lips gingerly, her sensitive flesh still burning and throbbing after the thorough beating it had received. She was still wet, oozingly wet in fact, which she didn't expect and she wasn't sure whether she was embarrassed or proud of that. It was hard to touch her pussy without wincing but before too long good feelings began to build and the pain dropped to a level where it added to the pleasure rather than taking away from it. Within two minutes she was gasping and arching her back at her first orgasm.

"Thank you Mistress, thank you for letting me cum, are you watching me? Am I good to watch? Oh, I love this, thank you thankyou ohgodohGODohohohGODGODohmyGOD!"

Madison babbled and moaned as she came, the pain swept away by pure ecstasy, a wave of unrelenting, orgasmic release. She rode the pleasure as long as she could before it ebbed. She worked her pussy hard, rubbing her clit, stroking her pussy lips, pumping her pussy, grazing her G-spot as she worked to come again.

Several minutes passed and finally she crested in another pulsing, powerful orgasm, screaming once more at the force of it. Her hands were tired and her fingers were very sore - not to mention her crotch was beginning to ache - but she knew it would be the last time in a good while that she would get to masturbate and she wanted to make the most of it.

Arlene watched silently as her sexy slave girl tried desperately to cum again despite her ragged breathing and the sweat dripping from every part of her plump, soft flesh. Madison's skin was quite pink and her face was red with exertion as she inched closer and closer to that last bit of sexual satisfaction. Arlene had been paying attention to the clock and the instant the ten minutes were up she called time in a clear, firm tone.

"Time's up! Hands away, Madison-slave!"

The ever-obedient girl threw back her arms and screamed in frustration at being denied that last orgasm; she had been so, so close! Another few seconds, but now she wouldn't get to finish!

"Miiiiiiiiistress I'm so near please please let me finish, so near so so close to cumming, pleaseplease I need to finish, Miiiiisssssstreeeesssssss ohhhhhhhhh!"

"No, I said ten minutes and you've had ten minutes. I'm going to seal you back up now and you'll just have to wait until I decide to unseal you."

Madison cried as her mind was buffeted by frustration, pain, pleasure and humiliation all the same time. She wanted that last cum so badly but she loved her Mistress and loved submitting to her and she knew that was what she wanted more. And although she could not admit it to herself in that moment, she really did love being sealed and controlled by Mistress.

Arlene waited for a minute so that Madison's passion would wind down a little. She didn't want to make the girl cum while sealing her because it was so much fun to see the denial and frustration on the child's tired, sweat-stained pretty face. Carefully she worked the sealing device into place, sliding rods through the holes in the girl's labia, connecting the pieces and finally twisting the locking knobs into place with a click - a pubescent pussy once more gated by unforgiving metal. She made short work of untying Madison's legs and the girl sprawled backwards on the bed, completely and utterly spent.

"That's it, girl. Lay on the bed and let yourself relax. I'm here with you and I'll keep you safe and hold you and love you."

Madison's Mistress covered her with a fluffy blanket and sat up on the bed next to her, stroking the girl's shoulder and taking her small, slack, hot hand in her own. Madison rolled to snuggle closer to her Mistress and let sleep fill her mind and body. Arlene watched as Madison's eyes fluttered closed and listened to her slow, content breathing as the girl dozed, still holding her Mistress' hand, comfortable and no doubt dreaming happy dreams.