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I knew I had disappointed my master. How dare I break my code of chastity
and servitude! I was being willfull and disobidient all weekend, almost as
if I was begging to be punished. Knowing it is my master's wish to conceal
my body, I shamelessly wore short high skirts and thin short sleeve shirts
through both days! I don't know why I got lazy...even though it was the
first real thaw of spring and somewhat warm, I never used to slack off.

When my master made it clear to me many years ago how I was to dress, I
readilly accepted. That was, after all, how he found me, and therefore, his
right to insist I remian chaste! As for me, I have always loved the warm,
soft comfort of wrapping myself under layers of turtlenecks and sweaters.

So why did I fail my master?

It did not matter. I would have to be disciplined. I got down on my hands
and knees, begging him to serve a pennance strict enough to be worthy of
his love for his slave. He stripped me of all my clothes, blindfolded me,
and walked me around the large mansion we shared naked.

He called me every shameful word possible, prodding me along with his
riding crop. Oh..how it stung flesh that rarely sees the light of day or
feels the brush of wind upon it! Twice, I fell, only to feel that crop
going up between my legs. I only hoped master wouldn't see the wet, warm
gushy juice sliding down between them!

After shaming me profoundly this way for about an hour, we went back to the
bedroom where master ripped my blindfold off. There, master went to the
"special" closet and retrieved my worst fear...and at the same time, my
greatest challenge, a shiny metallic pair of nipple clamps!

I sunk immediately to my knees and thrust my breasts forward. Resistance
was futile anyway, so what better way to serve pennance but eagerly?

I closed my eyes as master secured my left breast. The soaring throb of
pain shot up through my shoulder and down my back before residing
permanantly in my pulsating nipple! even now, it was growing hard and out,
rising to the sensation of such a sharp, pinching bite! I allowed a soft
moan to pass my lips which pleased master. I could tell by his smile!

The second clamp was then fitted, and the same painful reaction followed.
There I was...kneeling and clamped before my master. But my punishment was
only beginning!

He told me we were to go to the market. I was to continue wearing the
nipple clamps throughout! Oh what humiliation! But...they are so bulky and
noticable...whatever shall I wear, I asked!

Master retreived a bulky orange turtleneck from my extensive wardrobe of
sweaters. I pulled it on over the clamps, rubbing and pulling them on the
way down and eliciting more pain in the process.

Not enough, we determined. I could still be seen bearing my punishment.

Master decided to retrieve the large fluffy white angora cardigan he gave
me last Christmas. I would be incredibly hot, but the clamps would be
hidden, and we could spend a day in the market.

I would be allowed to suffer the pain of humilation. The pain of my nipples
being squezzed mercillesly by the tight clamps! And the pain of enduring
oppressive heat on a day when everyone else would surely be dressing down
for the season. I even wore a pair of woolen gloves to further accent my
humilation!

The Master walked over slighty to my left to inspect me. He was holding his
triple braided flogger. I put my gloved hands half way in my cardigan's
pockets and waited his next move. It came swiftly, across my breasts,
smacking the clamps underneath my sweaters!

I remained still...this was FANTASTIC! He swung again. And AGAIN! even
though I was heavily layered down with clothing, I could still feel the
sting of that dreaded whip due to the thickness of the lash and the power
master yeilded!

He continued swinging. Ten times.

Twenty!

After thirty lashes, he dropped the whip and inspected me again. Although I
was sweatign profusely and allowed random moans of ecstacy to escape my
lips, I was still standing there perfectly straight, my hands still firm in
my side pockets, waiting thirty more if he deemed necessary. It wasn't.

This time!