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OUTSOURCED PUNISHMENT SESSION BACKFIRES My Slave Ana complained to me that I wasn’t keeping her in line. She said she needed to be punished regularly. It was part of the slave maintenance she was used to from her previous masters. At the time I was annoyed by her criticism. I found it disrespectful and demanding. I wanted to do something significant as a consequence. But punishing her as I might have done normally would just be acceding to her demand. As I mused over what to do I remembered a guy I'd met at a BDSM munch a few months ago who told me that the only activity he ever engaged in now was punishing female subs and slaves for their Masters. He said, it satisfied his sadistic needs and gave the punishment an extra dimension for the sub and Master. I had asked what he thought the extra was. The unknown quantity was one element, she doesn't know how bad it's going to be or even what it's going to be, whereas with her Master she knows from experience what he's going to do to her and what his weaknesses are in doing it. Another extra was the lack of a relationship with him as punisher that meant no loving or caring overtones for the sub with which to compensate for the pain she received. It really was punishment. Harsh, hard, and impersonal. And great drama for all involved. He'd gone on with quite a sell job suggesting I might try the services, which he charged for at a very reasonable rate he said and had given me his card. I went and dug it out. It read Strict Results for Women and Girls and gave an email address. I sent a message to address and was surprised by an immediate reply asking for my phone number. I did and got a call straight away. His voice was deep and smooth, I remembered it instantly, and the conversation crisp, business-like. Did the female know that she was due punishment? Yes. Was she familiar with receiving various kinds of corporal punishment? Yes. Would she be likely to be difficult? Not that I could imagine. What degree of punishment should she receive, mild, moderate, harsh, extreme? I went for harsh. He told me the price. It was more than I expected. Did I want to go ahead…he needed a yes or no now. I admit I was flustered by the sudden urgency. I said, can I think about it? He said, he might not answer my call next time. Security reasons. So, I said, yes, but I wasn’t certain. He gave me the address for her to go to, and a bank account number, to pay half now, and half when I received his report. Tell the female the address. I went to tell him “the female's" name but he instantly interrupted. No names, just tell her to come alone and the time to arrive. Lack of punctuality will get her extra punishment and add to the fee. I decided under pressure to go for it and booked a time. Once off the phone I made the half payment. All confirmed. Ana is going to get the message. I felt good about it...maybe...but then I didn't know much about him. Was it a great idea to send her along to this unknown sadist? When I told Ana what was to happen. She was distraught and worried about why I wasn't punishing her. Because you went too far one time too many, I told her. If you complain about how I do it, well... now you've got a professional. Will you be with me when it’s done? she pleaded. No. Oh Sir, please, what’s he going to do to me? She had tears in her eyes. I don’t know I'm afraid. I was at that moment pleased she was worried. It was a welcome shift. Two days later, Ana set out for her appointment, I didn't have a clue what she would be getting and that was worrying more than slightly. Was I being careless and stupid? My excitement for the whole thing was diminishing. She was terribly nervous when she left. But I couldn't back down now. I waited anxiously... Two hours later a report popped up on my screen informing me that the female had arrived on time, had been punished at the intensity I had ordered, for about an hour in duration, and that the marks confirming this will be apparent on her body when she is inspected. She had been fully cooperative throughout with no problems. Her submissive manner had been excellent. She'd departed his studio at 3.15 p.m. to return to me. It ended with a request for immediate payment of the remaining half of the fee. But I thought I might see the results and hear from Ana before doing that. Ana returned about half an hour later and I asked her tell me what had happened in detail. It seemed to have made an impact, because first she knelt down and started to thank me. I interrupted her and told her to thank me by telling me what happened without leaving anything out. Ana’s account: I got to the place and went up to the floor and found the office. It had Female Consulting Studios on the door. It was locked. I pushed the bell. The door opened by itself somehow. I went in and was in a room like a dentist waiting room but with no one there. I sat down. At exactly 1.00 o’clock, I know that because there was a clock on the wall, he came in. He looked rich, older but handsome, sharp haircut, probably worked out, he was big, taller than you Sir, dressed in suit pants and a business shirt unbuttoned at the neck with expensive looking shoes. He gave me a piece of paper to read and sign. I did. It said that I agreed to everything and was accepting physical punishment that you had ordered for me, and that I was there by my own free will. It went on to say the punishment would be harsh and painful and would have a sexual dimension and there was a place to specially sign that part as well. That bit frightened me and I asked him if I could know what the punishment would involve. He told me not to talk, just to sign and I’d find out soon enough. So i did, but I was almost in tears by now and my signatures were really shaky. He then made me hold the paper up by my face so the writing was visible and he took a video of me saying to the camera that I had read it and agreed to it willingly and and it was my signature on it. I don't think I sounded willing, my voice was choking up as a I spoke. He said the video was for his protection. He then told me to take off all my clothes fold them and put them in a a chest that was on the floor that he opened and then he left the room. I undressed and put the clothes in and shut the lid. I realised I had left my bracelet on but when I tried to open the box to put it with my clothes I couldn't, the lid had locked. Now I was really scared. I wanted to leave at this point, but I couldn't with no clothes. I stood there for about five minutes. I was shivering and not because I was cold. He eventually came and got me and took me into the studio as he called it. There was nothing very impressive about the studio. It was just a room, quite big with a table like a dining table, and to the side of that a large carpet spread on the floor. I noticed some hooks on the wall and not much else. He saw my bracelet and without a word took it off me and put it in his pocket. I was told to lie face down on the table. I got up on it as he said. He tied me to it so I couldn't move and told me he was going to strike my arse cheeks 60 times with a cane, and I had to count each one. When I heard that I thought it might be okay, You'd done that to me and more. But even so I started sobbing. He ignored me and carried on warning me to count out loud. The first few were bearable and I could breathe my way through most of them, but the last ten were so excruciating I could hardly speak. At the end he left me lying there for a few minutes, I guess till my breathing settled and I'd calmed down. He undid me and made me get up. As I did and my buttocks tensed they really hurt. He didn't hold back like you sometimes do Sir, it was such a beating. Before I had a chance to rub my poor arse, he pushed me back against the wall and cuffed my hands above head. He had a leather flogger. 60 he said. Pointing the flogger at my left breast he told me that's 1 and then at my right breast and that's 1. I was to get 60 to each. Everything he said and did was very calm and assured. I had to count like before. He whipped my breasts so hard, first from the left side for 15, changing his angle after each 15 to get every part of them. It was awful by the end they were burning red and aching like hell. He took me down and waited while I held my poor breasts. I thought that would be it. But I wasn’t done. He made my lie down on the carpet on my back. He tied ropes to my ankles and knees and pulled my legs right apart and tied them off to the hooks on the walls. He told me he was going to whip my cunt 60 times with the flogger. He did just one as a demonstration. It was so hard, and you know how sensitive I am there, I let out a cry of pain. He had no reaction to that and just explained that it’s 60 again and that if he missed and didn’t strike fully on target, like he hit my thigh or arse instead of my cunt he'd have to repeat the blow. Before starting he spread my cunt lips open with his fingers to expose the inner surfaces. When he was doing it, he told me I was very wet. But just like a doctor observing something. He didn't seem interested in doing anything with it, he just got whipping. By the first 20 I was really struggling. Throughout everything up to that point I had tried to keep quiet but that was over, I screamed and begged at every stroke for it to end, and I was crying throughout most of it. He took no notice and just waited for me to say the number of the strike. If I didn't say it after a couple of seconds, he just continued hitting me until I did, and then he did the next number. I don’t know how many I actually got with all the extra ones cause of that. At the end my face was soaked with tears and my cunt was burning so bad. It still is. When it was over, he just untied me, thanked me for being so obedient and problem free, and said he’d give you a very good report about me. He took me back into the waiting room unlocked the chest with my clothes in it, gave my bracelet back, and told me to get dressed and leave when I was ready. I thanked him for punishing me. I came straight back here. That was her account. I told her to strip so I could see the marks on her as he’d suggested. Her arse and tits were well covered with welts and some bruises showing up. When she showed me her cunt the whole area was bright red. I was pleased with the treatment he'd given her. I asked her if she felt that it was reasonable and worthwhile? She said definitely. Her enthusiasm surprised me. Tell me what you thought as you were leaving, I said. Oh Sir, I am so sorry but I was wishing he would have fucked me, Sir. I was wound right up and very turned on by him, by the calm and confident way that he beat me in all the right places, Sir, the pain was excruciating but he got me so ready for him and then nothing...it was a real let down. But I'd go again. DId you cum at any point? No. but I will if you let me now Sir. Please! I can't stop thinking about him. At that point I realised the whole thing might have backfired on me. |
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