Babygirl hates corner time. Always has, always will. She wants to be a good girl, but mistakes happen. Punishment is not meant to be fun, and she knows that if her punishments were pleasurable, she’d become a brat. Babygirl decided a long time ago that it’s better to be a good girl all the time.
“Babygirl, did you do your task tonight?”
“Oh no, Sir! I am so sorry!! I got a phone call that lasted longer than I expected and then I forgot!”
Crushed that she neglected the one thing he requested from her during the day, she also dreaded what was coming.
“Corner time tonight, babygirl. Naked, on your knees, legs spread, hands on your thighs, palms up, head down, back straight. Ten minutes.”
She swallowed back tears as she emailed her acquiescence. She felt Sir’s disappointment all the way to her core. She wanted to be a good girl. She really did.
Later that evening, after everyone was settled in for the night, she prepared herself. Stripping out of her clothes, she set her timer and knelt in the corner of her bedroom.
Immediately, her thighs and knees began to burn. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain. She straightened her spine, feeling herself slump over. The ceiling fan whirred above her head creating a breeze in the room.
As she settled into the pain of kneeling, she began to notice other sensations. The breeze from the fan kissed her breasts; her nipples tightened into rosy peaks. The smell of sex began to surround her, as her pussy opened. A masochist, the pain combined with her own nudity confused her body. She felt the moisture begin to pool below.
She ached to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples until she cried out in pain. Her fingers itched to reach down and stroke her clit, inserting a finger into her wetness. Goosebumps pebbled her skin. She closed her eyes and tried to take her mind off of her growing, confused desire.
Finally, her timer beeped and pinged at her. Groaning, she rolled down to the ground, thankful to be off her knees, wishing she had permission to cum. She sent a message to Sir.
“Corner time complete, Sir. I’m sorry. :(“
“Thank you, babygirl. All is forgiven. How is my little naked painslut doing?”
Babygirl gasped. Of course, he knew exactly what he was doing by requiring pain mixed with pleasure.
“Your slut is feeling needy and achy, Sir.”
Babygirl might be a masochist, but Sir is a sadist.