A Sensational Spanking - Part I

We had finished dinner, put our daughter to bed and had been watching TV for half an hour when my Swami gently tugged my hair and asked

"Are you ready for the spanking you wanted so badly Daasi?"

Finally, I never thought you would ask Swami!

"Yes, Swami" I replied, my voice tinged with excitement

"Get up then"

I stood up and faced him. 

"Take off your clothes"

I stripped slowly as he watched me. When I was completely naked, I put my left foot slightly ahead of my right and lifted my left heels off the ground. Then I raised my hands over my head, hooked my thumbs together and made a shape of a cobra's hood with my fingers. I closed my eyes and let him feast his eyes on me. 

The previous night, I had forgotten to kiss his feet before I fell asleep and that is a violation of our Article 5, Clause 3 of our contract. Swami was willing to overlook it, but for some reason, my mind was riddled with guilt. I don't usually forget to do this and I consider it very sacred, so I wanted him to punish me. Our Contract calls for only a level 1 punishment for this (again Swami's rules) but I pleaded with him to administer a spanking (usually a level 3 punishment). He said he would think about it and late yesterday afternoon let me know that he would indeed spank me for it. I thanked him for listening to his Daasi's pleadings. He gave me the choice of three spanking instruments and I picked the bamboo cane. Swami had brought a few from India, where these are still used to spank misbehaving kids in some schools, although the practice is becoming rarer by the day. 

I was still standing in my display pose, when my Swami jerked me by my hair and literally dragged me into our bedroom. My heart beat faster and I was sexually aroused, thinking about laying on his lap and getting my spanking. 

The way Swami's Daasi imagined her spanking would be!

"Lie on the bed on your stomach and hold your hands over your head" Swami ordered

"Yes Swami, as you wish Swami"

He cuffed my hands together and tied them to the headboard. That surprised me a little bit, but as his Daasi, what surprises me matters little in the equation, so I just waited. I knew he had a very different idea of how the night was going to progress when the clover clamps came out. 

"Get on your knees and elbows and raise your ass high"

"Move your legs wider"

"Wider still"

"Now twist  your ankles so that your heels are facing each other and your inside ankles are resting on the bed"

I obeyed and asked "Is this way you want it Swami?"

"Very good Daasi. How does that make you feel?"

"Very vulnerable Swami"

He walked behind me and asked "Do you know what I see?"

"I suspect you can see my pussy and my asshole clearly Swami"

"Your bald pussy, Daasi, your bald pussy. Delightful!"

"Does having me in this position, please Daasi's Swami?"

"Indeed, it does, Daasi"

"It is my good fortune to please you Swami. You are my God"

"I am going to tie your legs now Daasi"

"Daasi's body belongs to you Swami, do with it what you please,  and thank you for agreeing to spank me. I know it was my request and you did not have to listen, so I am grateful"

He laughed. "We'll see how grateful you are Daasi"

Then he finished tying my feet to the foot board. 

"Whose tits are these Daasi?"

"Yours Swami, only yours"

He pinched my right nipple hard. I gave out a yelp. 

"Do you know what I am about to do?"

"Yes Swami, you are about to put a clover clamp on it"

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Swami, I crave your approval, what I want more than anything in this world, is to please you. "

"It would definitely please me to torture both your nipples with clover clamps Daasi, but I am thinking that this may cause you pain"

"Swami, Daasi's body is here to serve you, please don't hesitate to do what pleases you, God has put me here on earth to serve you with my body, mind and soul" I said in a very emotional voice. I was saddened that he had hesitated thinking of my pain. As my Swami, I wanted him to enjoy me fully. That gave me the most pleasure too. 

"Good Daasi, you have learnt well" Swami said, patting my head

Oh Swami, you were just testing me! Thank you, you had me worried for a moment!

"Swami, I have an overwhelming urge to kiss your hand, before you apply the clamps, may I?"

He presented his hands to me, and I smothered them with kisses. 

"Ready?" he asked

I nodded

He put the first clover clamp on my right nipple. It bit into my tender nipple and stung. I clenched my teeth and sucked in air through my mouth. Then he put the second one on my left nipple. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. 

"We are not done yet, Daasi"

He wound a rope around the chain that held the clamps together and yanked really hard. I screamed as the clamps nearly tore my nipples off. He waited for me to stop screaming and then said

"I am going to take this rope in between your waxed pussy now". He deliberately parted my pussy lips and made sure that the rope brushed against my clitoral hood nicely and then keeping the pressure he pulled the rope in between my butt cheeks.

"How does that feel Daasi?"

My brain was still trying to process the extreme pain emanating from my nipples and now I could feel the rope rub against my clitoris and intrude into my pussy. 

"It..It...feels... painful.. and also... also.. beautiful.. Swami" I whispered.

"Good Daasi, more beauty will follow" he said in a mocking tone. 

Then he jerked me by my hair. My chin landed on the bed and I tried to stare at the head board. 

"I am going to tie the other end of this rope tightly to your hair, Daasi. It will keep the pressure on your nipples and if you move your head too much, your nipples will let you know"

With his left hand he pulled my hair, and with his right the rope. He twisted and knotted the rope around my hair. When he was done, I could barely move my head without it registering on my stretched nipples 

He stepped back to examine his artistry. Are you satisfied Swami, did your Daasi's body help fulfill your creative fantasies? I thought to myself

"Do you have anything to say Daasi?"

"You are very creative Swami, I had not imagined the night going this way" I murmured

"Oh, Just wait, my little fuck toy, just you wait" he leaned in and whispered into my ear. 

"Time to take away one of your senses, Daasi"

Before I could comprehend what he meant, he blindfolded me. 

"I will be back shortly Daasi" he said and left the room

I lay there naked, bound, blind folded and contemplated my situation. I had a conversation with my Mom in my head as I waited

"How are you feeling, darling?" she said

"It hurts, mom, like hell" I said

"Why don't you tell him to stop it then?"

"You know, I can't do that Mom, I am his slave"

"I feel sad seeing you this way, my little princess. We raised you so carefully and with so much love and tenderness"

"Don't feel sad, Mom, this is my destiny. He is my Master, he knows what I really crave and need"

"Do you crave this, darling?"

"I am your daughter aren't I Mom, what do you think?, where do you think I got these urges from?"

"What do you mean? your Dad never did anything like this to me, Sweety"

"Mom!! you think kids don't have ears?. I could hear things, in the next room at night!"

Silence

"Oh, Sweet Mother Parvati, did I make you this way?"

"No Mom, you just planted the seed in my head, the rest of it is all because of me"

"Mom, did you imagine your Daamad (honorific name for son-in-law) this way?

"Never!! darling. Are you unhappy?"

"No Mom, I have never been happier. This is the best decision you and Dad took for me! I can't imagine life without my Swami anymore"

"What about the way he has left you, right now?"

"This is his love, Mom, for his slave"

"Please don't call yourself that my little princess"

"That is what I am mother, I am his slave, to do with whatever he wants and I worship him for it"

"What about your daughter?"

"What about her, she is a gift from God, validating my bond with my Swami"

"What if she becomes like you and me?"

"Would that be so bad Mom? for her to meet somebody like Swami?"

"How are we doing Daasi, dear?" I heard a familiar voice

My mother disappeared and I resurfaced into this world. 

"I am doing ok, Swami"

"How are your nipples doing?" 

"They are extremely sore, Swami"

"Good"

"Thank you Swami"

"For what, Daasi?"

"For being my Swami"

He kissed me tenderly on my neck

"And thank you for being such a wonderful Daasi"

"Now, it is time to take away another sense of yours"

"I don't understand Swami"

"I have a noise cancelling headphone in my hands Daasi. I am going to cover your ears with it. Like this"

I felt something go over my ears. Then I heard a clicking noise and suddenly the room went quiet. Then another clicking noise and I could hear again. He took off the headphones momentarily

"That is what happens when I turn it on. I am going to plug the headphone into my smart phone here. I am going to play a video Daasi, the audio from the video will make it impossible for you to hear anything else. Then I am going to step away and come back after some time"

I took all that in. I did not know how to react. A strange thrill spread through my body. You are so creative Swami. What other things have you thought of I said to myself.

As he slid the headphone over my ears, he whispered. "the sound track is from a porn video darling. It is an intense bondage video. I think you will find the girl's shouts, screams and gasps very entertaining"

My body stiffened. I heard the click. All sound from the room vanished. then  I heard a man's voice

"Hello Natasha"

"Hello" A girl replied

They talked briefly about her background, he asked her some questions. I tried hard to picture what was happening in the video. Then I heard some other noises. Then a girl screamed. Then silence. Footsteps. 

My mother came back

"What's that over your ears"

"Mom, I cant talk now, I am a little distracted"

"What has he put over your ears?"

"What does it look like Mom!, it is a headphone"

"What music are you listening to? Is it Bollywood music?"

Get out of my head Mom! I am not listening to Bollywood music for heavens sake! I am listening to a girl get tortured and throat fucked by a bunch of men

"No Mom, I am not listening to Bollywood music"

"Well whatever it is, I hope it is pleasing to hear"

"Mom can we have this conversation later?"

"Ok, Sweety...."

"Sir, yes, Sir, I would love that sir, Please sir,, may I have your cock up my ass sir"

I listened trying to imagine what was going on in the video based on what dialog I was hearing. The girl was moaning loudly, but I could not tell if she was in ecstasy or in agony. 

"Suck on it, you tramp"

I recognized the next sound. It is imprinted in my brain. From sucking my Swami's cock and being face fucked so many times. The enchanting sound of cock moving in and out of a woman's mouth really fast. The sound of her choking and gagging. My heart started to beat really fast. I listened intently. What position is she in? How many men are there? Where are her hands. What is the man doing with her hair? 

WHACK! I screamed loudly. but I could barely hear my voice over the din of the throat and ass fuck that the porn star was enduring. 

My ass was on fire. It was as if somebody had just poured lighter fluid on it and set it on fire. The sting was terrible. My whole body convulsed. My legs shook. I jerked on my bonds and twisted my head. As I did, the rope moved and my nipples protested loudly. I suddenly realized what was happening. My Swami had just spanked me with the cane!!

I felt the right headphone being removed from my ear and my Swami whispered

"Is that beautiful enough for you? You begged for this right? BTW, you have six more to go and you will not know when they will come" He put the headphones back. 

The porn star was back! 

"Open your mouth, slut"

"Aaah.. Aaah.."

I could not focus, my ass was radiating intense heat, but as I processed what my Swami told me, I shivered. He had planned six more spankings with the bamboo cane, but I would never hear when they would come!

My breathing became really labored. 

"Good girl, swallow it now"

"Thank you sir, Thank you for coming in my mouth" A slap. 

Mom, where are you Mom?!