Carol in the kitchen

[icemaker]

I soaked in the hot tub till it turned cold, drained it, filled it

with fresh hot water then let it get cold again before I got out. 

I felt like a whole new girl.  I stood up, dripping from all over.

 My first real bath all week.  Oh wow did it feel good!

I wanted to walk back into my bedroom but I knew Doug would like

it better if I crawled, so I dropped down to all fours and crawled

to our bedroom, totally naked as usual.  Slightly damp.

I climbed up into bed with Doug.  He quickly tied my wrists to my

thighs, then gave me a big hug and about seven kisses.  I hummed

happily.  His left arm was around my shoulder and he was playing

with my boobies with his other hand.  He alternated between

kissing me, and kissing my nipples.  Oh yea!

"Are you my good girl?" he whispered.

"I hope so" I replied.

"Good girl!" I heard back from Doug.  "I have only whipped you to

punish you, so far" he said to me.

I nodded, "True".

"I need to whip you now to discipline you." he told me.

I let that soak in.  I looked back at him, confused.  "You want to

whip me more?"

"Well it is not so much what I want as it is what will help you to

be best disciplined" he told me.  "When I leave in the mornings

now, I want to discipline you first."  I tried hard to understand

exactly what he meant and reached my lips up for another kiss.

"What do you mean"? I asked Doug.  I was naked under our bedsheets

with my wrists tied securely to my thighs.  He had not kissed me

back so I bent over and kissed his shoulder.

Doug rolled me over and squeezed me close in a big hug.  "I love

you" he told me.  "I love it when you act like my good girl."  I

pushed back in a really good snuggle.  I love to be Doug's good

girl!

Sunday morning I woke up alone in bed.  My wrists were still tied

to my thighs, not that I minded.  And I was otherwise totally

naked, also not that I cared.  I actually like it a lot to be

naked under my bed sheets, it feels really sweet.

Doug pulled off the bed covers and there I was, all naked and all

his.  I belong to him fully.  He lifted me down to the floor.  I

scrambled up to my knees and followed him on my knees into our

kitchen.  Doug had a white whip hanging over his shoulder.

When we got to the kitchen Doug took my hair in his hand and moved

me to exactly where he wanted me, in the middle of the floor about

eight feet from my sleeping corner and four feet from my cat box. 

He bent over and gave me a big kiss.  "Sit up, Sweetie" he told me

as he let go of my hair.  I sat back with my butt on my heels and

my chin up, leaning back.  "Ten on each tittie" he told me, "and

if you move, you will get ten more."

"One.  Two. ... Six!"  I put my head to my knees.  No!  No! 

I must admit, Doug was patient with me.  All my screw-ups.  I love

Doug!

Doug whipped me and I cried and cried, and scooted into my corner,

without even a chain on my neck.  There was not much else I could

do.  Doug left and let me cry. 

I woke back up at 3:30 in the afternoon.  I could see the clock on

the stove.  I was freezing and needed to go pee.  I looked around

my kitchen and saw my cat box.  Yes!  Relief!! 

After I went in my cat box, I scooted back to my corner.  But I

was pretty happy now, not crying any more.  I turned around facing

the doorway and waited for Doug to come back.

I heard the "click" in the lock and there was Doug.  He wandered

into the kitchen as if he had no cares in the world, saw me, and

bent over to give me a huge kiss.  I had to breathe hard!  Doug

walked around the kitchen twice and took in every detail.  He

looked and clearly knew that I had used my cat box.

Doug pointed to my titties, then to the middle of the floor.  He

did not use a word but I knew he wanted me to get there, now.  I

did, sticking my titties out like I thought he wanted me to.  I

was close.  He bent me over so my hair was hanging down my chest. 

"I am going to whip you on your back" he told me, "I want to whip

you for at least an hour.  Okay?"

I nodded, silently, then took a deep breath and bent over with my

head to the floor and my knees spread wide to support me.

Very soon Doug's whip fell down upon my shoulders.  I took the ten

to my left side but at half way though the next set I fell over

and curled up on the floor.  I moaned and hummed and bit my lip

and blinked my eyes really fast to keep from crying. 

Doug took a break and stopped. 

"I get you for a whole hour" Doug told me after I had caught my

breath.  I agreed.  I pulled my knees in and rolled over so my

bare back was there for him again.  Doug took a few soft strokes

at me, then WHAM!  I was being whipped really hard!

After five or six on each side Doug let me catch my breath, then

he told me that I really needed to get a full set of whippings. 

Ten on each tittie, twenty on my back.  I told him that I did not

know how I would do it.  "Let me help" he said.  I was not sure

that I needed to get whipped, or helped, but Doug was sure and I

trusted Doug.  I wanted to get whippped.  I needed to get whipped.

I nodded, sure, help me!

"Titties first" Doug tells me.  He helps me up to my knees and

bends me back, then fastens a cord from my left ankle to my

ponytail to my other ankle.  Because my wrists were already tied

to my thighs, I was pretty helpless.  "Ten on each tittie" he told

me.  "If you can't handle it, just fall over onto your side.  We

will start over later."

I wanted very much to get it over with.  I hoped I could make it

through ten on each tittie.  I started to understand what

discipline was all about.  Doug whipped me.  "Ten" I cried out, as

he finished with my left tittie.  "Eight! Nine! Ten!" I cried out,

as he finished whipping Righty.  I tilted my head all the way back

and took deep breaths as I gasped "Thank you, thank you, thank

you!" to the ceiling.

I stayed put for at least an hour as Doug left me alone and let me

catch my breath.  I moved my hips but otherwise stayed put where I

was.  Being his good girl.

When Doug came back he got down on the floor and came over and

gave me like twenty kisses.  He asked me if I wanted more on my

titties, or if I wanted to change and get wipped on my back.  As

he held me, I had some time to think about it.  Finally, I

answered "Please whip my tits again".  Doug said "sure thing", and

gave me another huge hug.  I spread wide again to balance myself

and the cord pulled my head back, so I was looking up at the

ceiling again.