Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 49

butterfly

I couldn't wait to see my Mistress again. Lunch today had been wonderful, and the afternoon had been a nice break from routine. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed working with Candy, Lauren and Shane, but Candy could grate on you sometimes. She was always making comments about me being inexperienced. I wanted to just tell her to her face that I had better phone sex than she'd ever had in her life, but of course I didn't. I had mumbled it though, at the same time Shane and Ms. Preston, one of the executives, laughed about something. I hoped that they hadn't heard me.

Candy made some remark implying that she and Lauren and Shane worked late a lot. I loved it when Ms. Preston—who was beyond beautiful—told her that she'd been out with both of them recently. I recalled that Shane said he and Lauren were going to a club, but I still couldn't picture Lauren out clubbing. She, unlike Shane, just didn't seem the type.

I got ready for the playroom, showering and changing. I shaved my legs and armpits, but resisted the urge to shave my pussy. It had a bit of hair growing back, but Dinah at Von Rhine's had told me to just let it grow, and she would remove it again when I saw her next. My appointment was this Saturday. I'd been afraid that my Mistress would complain, but apparently she was aware of this practice, as she'd made the appointment for me in the first place.

When I got to the playroom my jaw practically dropped. There on the table was my blindfold, of course, but next to it, was the flogger, crop and a set of nipple clamps. My heart raced with excitement.

I undressed quickly and went to take my place on the floor. Once again, a sketch on the wall caught my eye. This time it was a close up of two breasts with lilac petals on them. I looked closely at the way the petals fell, covering only part of her breasts. Leaning in more, I could see each pencil stroke. Mouth agape, I stepped back. There was no doubt in my mind that the drawing was of me.

I started to look at the other sketches and began to recognize myself in several of them. The happiness I felt at being captured like that was equivalent to the hurt I felt when I recalled that there had already been some sketches on the wall the first time I entered the playroom. They couldn't possibly have been of me. It answered my unasked question of whether or not there were others.

"On your knees," I heard her voice growl over the intercom. I scrambled to the floor.

"And get that fucking blindfold on. Do you like to keep your Mistress waiting?"

I rushed to tie the blindfold tight and waited, trembling on the floor.

"So, you were admiring the artwork," she said as she entered the room, her voice much calmer.

I nodded.

"See anything you like?" I nodded again.

"Tell me, little one. Tell me what had you so distracted that you forgot to get ready."

I gulped. "I um, saw a sketch on the wall that, um...it, well it kinda looked like me from the other day."

"Come now, butterfly. We both know you have an artistic eye. It didn't kind of look like you. It does look like you. And you know why, so go ahead and say it."

I gulped. "It is me," I said, stating what we both knew to be true.

"Yes, it is you, and we can discuss it and any others that you'd like at a later time. Right now, though, we have to deal with two things that just happened."

Her voice had turned hard, and I felt my stomach flutter with nervousness.

"First of all, you weren't ready for me at the specified time. The reason you were late was well within your control, and therefore you will be punished. And secondly, when I asked you a question, you didn't answer with the full truth. No, you didn't outright lie, but you didn't tell the full truth either, and for that you will also be punished."

Grabbing me by a nipple and tugging, she said, "To the whipping bench."

I scrambled to my feet quickly as she pulled me across the room. Trying to please her, I hurried as fast as I could.

"Over the bench now!"

I whimpered as she pulled me roughly into position. She was not tender as she strapped my wrists and ankles down.

"I was going to use the flogger and crop to bring you great pleasure tonight, but you were not ready and waiting for me. Instead, I was waiting for you."

I wanted to cry at her words—not that I wasn't going to receive pleasure, but that she was disappointed in me.

She slapped my ass cheek and I remained still. "Now, you will thank me for each one. I will give you ten warm up slaps with my hand, then ten with the flogger and ten with the crop." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

I thanked her again and again as she slapped my ass, making it extremely tender. She paused for a moment, and the sound of her footsteps told me she had walked to the cabinet to get something. My mind raced as I heard the swishing sound a millisecond before I felt the fire explode across my sensitive flesh. I hadn't really prepared myself for the pain, and it was intense. Before I knew it, I was screaming out across the room.

"MOTHER FUCKER! ROSE!"