The wife goes to gather toy's for chris's later exploits and I arrage the table for our meal but I hear moaning from the kitchen, checking on chris through the doorway observing her making the salads her movements appear to give her discomfort. With every move she cringes and grunts the clothes pins all over her body pinching limiting her bending and reaching ability as she slices ingredients for the meal she has been assighned, she goes to the refrigerator and in the drawer down low she grunts ajusting her reach popping off several clothes pins there wood clunking across the floor. I quietly walk in and grab her hair while still bent inside the refridgerator teling her to put things down then stand up, she stops and takes a breath then stands streight arms at her side head back from my hair tug. Telling her the food looks good but clothes pins popping off is not good and you understand it counts as punishment later coaxing deep breaths and a concerning expression, I look out of the corner of my eye the wife signals all is ready and that the meal will be delayed. Instructing chris to put hands behind her they are secured using a small piece of rope then pause in the hallway for a blindfold, the wife slips in and puts salad supplies away and cleans the kitchen. The cooking task was all a set-up to get chris in the house focused on a task while we planned her session, chirs breaths as we walk not knowing where or what is planned then a cement floor is felt under her feet and a slight breeze from a fan in a corner. Placed in the middle of the room my hands trace her back and waist removing clothes pins then slapping her butt and pinching her thighs and leggs then lifting one foot and holding it bent at the knee, chirs wavers catching balance then a skinny stick strikes her foot a half dozen times on the bottom she speaks Oww! Wimpy are you little one I tell her and she takes a deep breath and tells me No Sir- never while I smack her foot a dozen more time and let it go, as soon as she catchs her balance I grab the othere without delay giving it the same treatement only a squeel emmits from her barely parched lips her body expanding at the deep breaths she takes. Foot back on the floor she is warned to stay in the same spot as the same stick strikes her leggs and harder to go through her underwear covering her butt all the while head back her hair pulled by my firm grasp. Her balance sways and corrects acting as if her feet are glued to the floor she obdiently avoids moving them the one moves slightly I strike it once. Chris takes several shallow breaths and corrects I tell her she added to her disobiedience extras later she wimpers Uh-Ahh as in no-please-no with a fully closed mouth, taking a short break she stands still breathing and wondering her skin reddened by the stick where it was struck I grab her chin and ask for one word- traffic? and tells me green sir in a stern obedient voice her skin now beading with moist sweat in the coolness of the room. I take her over to a chair and sit her down and put in a gag and remove the blindfold she looks around the dark room only several lights in the middle showing tape spots for standing, wrist and ankle cuffs put them on and then stand on the spots in the middle of the room and don't delay- then put the blindfold back once on the spots and stand untill told other wise. Chris puts the cuffs on and is standing in the middle of the room quietly within a few minutes I have been standing in the darkness watching she likely thought I had left, relaxing watching her stand I waited ten minutes her balance wavered a few times and corrected off the mark on one foot. 

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