Leave a Mark

This true story did indeed leave a mark. While not the sexiest of tales, Mister K did get his point across.

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“You’re heading towards punishment,” he spits gruffly in my ear. “I know you don’t want to be here, but could you at least pretend?”

My silent answer is nothing but a blank stare. Why he makes me come to these things, I’ll never know.

“This is your last and only warning, little girl. Keep it up and I’ll punish you, here, for everyone to see.”

I know his threat is empty. He’d never do anything to out us in public. I nod and he walks away, but I feel his eyes on me every few minutes, ensuring I’m being a good girl, acting the part. This may be the vanilla-est of all vanilla events. The only kink you’ll find here is in my curly hair. I’ve never felt so out of place in all my life, not since I embraced my dark side, anyway. As soon as I see he’s not looking, I make my escape.

He finds me less than five minutes later, sitting on a shaded bench, embracing the heat of the afternoon sun. He’s brought something with him. A crate of some sort.

“Three fucking minutes! That’s all you can sacrifice for me?”

Oh, oh. He’s angry, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, rightfully so.

“I hate these things. Schmoozing up to the corporate spouses, rubbing elbows with people who can’t even remember our names from one month to the next. I’ve introduced myself to Kathy nine times! Nine! The last time was three days ago at the office. Is she seriously so stupid that she can’t remember my name, or that I’m married to the man who makes her husband’s job easy?” I say, indignantly.

He frowns at me, but I don’t think it’s the words I’m saying causing the reaction. Judging by the deep crimson creeping up his face, I’m about to hear a mouthful. To my surprise, he simply sets down the crate, then, using his foot, flips it over.

“Well, little girl, we’re in public, so I can’t spank you here. But I think punishment can’t be put off. Your insolence in embarrassing. Work functions are just that, work. When you mess with my job, you mess with our livelihood. Do you understand that?” I nod, raising my line of sight as he takes a step closer. “Since you want to spend the afternoon on your own, that’s exactly what you’ll do. You can sit here, on this crate, until I come to get you. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t make eye contact with anyone. If I find out you have, the next work function will involve a plug, a gag and more embarrassment than you might handle. Do I make myself clear?”

I want to challenge him, to tell him he’ll never do it, but I also didn’t think he’d punish me in public. And yet, here we are. So I say nothing, but a brusque, “Yes, Sir,” and lower my eyes.

As I sit gingerly on the crate, he chuckles. It’s a boisterous laugh, not even remotely close to being layered with humour.

“Too bad. Stand, lift your skirt, then try again.”

I do as I’m told, and the instant my nude backside connects with the crate, I know his punishment will be worse than I first thought. Definitely worse than a spanking. Within the first minute, I’m shuffling in my seat, trying to get comfortable. By the fifth, the grating is digging into my flesh. When he finally comes to rescue me – by this time, it does feel like I’m being saved – the psuedo-chair has become my nemesis. Unshed tears blur my vision when he squats before me.

“Are you ready to go home, little girl?”

A sniffle escapes as I nod in reply. I know if I speak, I’ll break down. I feel terrible for acting a brat, and have learned my lesson.

“Okay. Let’s see the damage then.”

I stand as cautiously as I sat, but my flesh still sounds like velcro as it separates from the crate. I bend at the waist so he can see his handiwork, but am unsure what to think when nothing is said. The only thing I hear is a hiss before his hands are caressing my bum. The sensation is like fire and ice, love and war. It hurts like hell, but soothes as well.

“That will certainly leave a mark,” he says before lowering my skirt. At the time, I wasn’t sure if he meant on me or my backside. Apparently, he meant both.

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