There, that wasn't too hard, was it? It really took some effort to get your hands around the legs of the table and into the cold steel handcuffs. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you don't want to take the punishment that you earned with your rude behaviour.

Now, just fastening the spreader bar on your ankles... And done.
Don't give me that look. It is unfair, is it? You didn't mean to disobey and a punishment is not necessary? You know what you did to deserve this and you really should have thought about it sooner.
You really force my hand. How else would you learn from your mistakes?

The spreader bar? Oh, that's to mix it up a bit. Leaving you exposed and vulnerable. Today I won't just see to your ass. I felt you got too used to being punished like that. So tonight, you will never know where the next strike will land. Whether it will be your ass, your inner thighs... your cunt... Oh yes, I really want to make sure you learn your lesson this time!

I know that you saw the tools I brought for your punishment but let's review them again shall we?

Number one is the stingy flogger. You remember its sharp bite well, don't you? You remember the burning red marks it will leave, but it can also feel so wonderful and soft, when the strands just slide over your skin when I tease you before using it.

Number two is the heavy flogger made from belts. You know what force it develops when it is used and how beautiful the bruises look the very next day. Though its touch can be even softer, when it rests warm and heavy against your dripping cunt...

Last but not least we have our bundle of twigs. You know how nice it feels sliding between your lower lips, parting them. The way your juices run along the wood. The way you can feel every imperfection before the sharp snap pulls you back into the moment. You know how much it will hurt, how red the thin lines will be when we are done. Still, I can see how wet your cunt already is. You really are a perverted slut, aren't you.

I must say, you really are pretty, bent over the table like that. If you endure your punishment however, when the tears run over your cheeks, when the begging stops, when the lesson is learned and you are forgiven, you become something else... You become beautiful. Then you will feel my fingers easing your pain, rubbing it away, drying your tears... Giving you pleasure.

But before we reach that point, you will have to endure your punishment. I tell you what. We will use two of the three toys today and I will even let you choose one of them. The other I will choose. You like the risk of this bet, don't you, little slut?

Where is my mind, I almost forgot the most important thing. Your nipple clamps aren't even attached yet. Does it feel good to feel their embrace? The way their grip gets tighter, tighter... Tighter? I love the way it makes your heart race and your breathing shallow. Now we are truly ready for your punishment. We will start at 20 and work our way up from there. You better don't lose count.

So, slut...

Make your choice!