2 comments/ 66614 views/ 23 favorites Sarah Acts Out By: RoseWilder A/N: Another story featuring submissive Sarah and her Mistress, Rebecca, from my earlier stories "The 14th Anniversary", "My beautiful Sub" and "Choosing Corner Time". It takes place a few weeks after Sarah received her permanent collar from her Mistress, about seven months after their first meeting. Note on the timeline. "The 14th anniversary" and "My beautiful sub" take place on Valentine's Day 2011, the first story recalls things that happened on Valentine's Day 1997 and a few days, later. "Choosing Corner time" depicts the dynamic of Sarah's and Rebecca's relationship a couple of years after their beginning. "Sarah Acts Out" is also set in the first year of their time together, about two months after Sarah received her permanent Platinum collar from Rebecca. Sooner or later there will also be a longer story dealing with Sarah's training, but that still has to be finished, at the moment I'm considering posting another Victoria and Jacqueline story first. Summary: Sarah misbehaves in public and is called to order and disciplined by her stern and loving Mistress. Sarah Acts Out "bend forward until you're parallel to the floor, put your hands on your buttocks and pull them apart." Sarah obeyed without complaint but also without her usual grace. Rebecca was well aware how much her submissive loathed that particular position above many others that were either more revealing or embarrassing or potentially humiliating. Sarah still showed every outward sign of extreme arousal: rapid breathing, goose pebbles, hard nipples, a wet, musky smelling center. Sarah shuddered when she fleetingly touched her clit and moaned from behind the gag, Rebecca coated her fingers with Sarah's juices and pulled her wetness up from her sex, over the perineum to her anus to lubricate her sphincter. She shivered and shuddered when Rebecca entered her with her index finger. "Just imagine that it's anal training." Her inarticulate grunts made it clear that Sarah was trying to say something though not with the urgency that usually accompanied the use of her safeword. Rebecca deflated the gag somewhat and Sarah's words became audible, "different. I can smell the ginger. I read about figging. I deserve the punishment, Please, Mistress." "Yes, I will punish you, my Sarah and this is only the beginning." Rebecca let her middle finger join the index finger in Sarah's behind. It entered as easily as the first had. She wanted to widen her back entrance enough to allow her to easily accept the big ginger hand. Rebecca grabbed what she could of Sarah's hair from under the straps holding the gag and blindfold in place and led her over to the bed where she made her lie down and guided her hands over her head one by one. She added her ring finger and fucked her for a while without any discernible rhythm. "Take a deep breath and relax." It took some careful wriggling to make the ginger root enter Sarah fully. Sarah kept her legs spread and tried to control her breathing. "That's it, relax and let your new friend do the rest." The juice of the ginger root needed some time to take effect. Rebecca patted the slightly tanned buttocks and then pinched the left and the right cheek together with her thumb and index finger. Sarah immediately started to wriggle and rub her center against the pillow that had been put under her hips. "Stop it, Sarah. Don't try to get yourself off. Remember, this is supposed to be a punishment and you know that as a rule you are not allowed to come from punishment." Rebecca's voice was slightly scolding but with the blindfold still in place Sarah could not see her Mistress' smile. She stilled her movements abruptly, as if taken by surprise. "The ginger root treatment is your punishment for running off," Rebecca spread Sarah's legs wider to kneel more comfortably between her thighs, "Tell me how the ginger feels deep inside of you, compared to other things." Rebecca ordered and removed the penis gag. Sarah took a deep breath and licked some drool off the corners of the mouth but was unable to reach the thick drop on her chin. She pulled her right hand slightly down to brush it off, but Rebecca stopped her. "Keep your hands where I put them and answer my question." Sarah blushed at the harsh command and turned her head giving the impression as if she would look at her Mistress through the blindfold. She felt her heart beating in her throat and even she was not sure if it was just her arousal speaking or also the burning and the pain created by the ginger root hand in her ass. So, she took a deep breath and obeyed her Mistress' command. "Mistress, please, the ginger burns and itches worse than bengay cream. I know I deserve the punishment but it hurts so much and it's so distracting. I'm horny and I have been since you came in and gave me the first sign of your forgiveness by holding me in your arms. Still, I'm not sure if I could give myself an orgasm without additional masturbation, even if you should order it. "When masturbating I always fantasize that it are your hands touching me. Even the fantasy of being touched by you, the memory of your skin on mine is better than any reality anyone else could give me. It's pure bliss. Shakespeare said it better than I ever could in one of his sonnets; "For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings that then I scorn to change my state with kings." "Oh. ,my love, I fear the ginger root does not do as a punishment if you can still quote the bard of Avon. Making you wear the gag again might be more effective as punishment." Rebecca reached for the gag but stopped in mid-movement when Sarah started to plead, "Please, Mistress, the ginger does its work. It distracts me and makes me horny and it hurts, but more than anything else I crave your forgiveness I know I'll have to earn that by submitting to the punishment for losing my temper and for all the things I said in anger." "You're right about that, my sweet; especially because you also came close to squandering my trust with your outburst. Tell me, how does the ginger feel, aside from burning?" "I feel so full. It fills me more and better than any butt plug ever has. It kisses all my walls and it's almost as if I can feel the root juices being soaked up and absorbed. I could learn to love that, but the burning, that is something I do not fancy to ever feel again. It burns so much." "Burn? How? there are many different kinds of burning. Be more specific, please." "I'm not sure what to say. It's not like anything I've ever felt before. It's hard to describe. It does not feel like burning your fingers at the oven or with hot water or like molten wax dripping on the skin or the bengay cream. It has a bit of all of it and yet it's at the same time more intense and more gentle, harder to take" "Is it a feeling you think you could get used to?" "The day you hit me with my father's belt for the first time I was convinced that I would never be able to take even a single stroke with a cane. You taught me that I can. So, I know that given enough time and experience one can get used to almost everything, but, please Mistress, don't make me get used to this. I love you and I know I do not deserve any better, but please do not keep the ginger root on your list of acceptable punishments or things to do during a play session. I'd rather take a sound caning." "We'll get to that later as punishment for losing your temper. Or did that slip your mind?" "No, Mistress, please punish me as you deem fit." "I will, but first tell me, if our roles were reversed what would be my punishment?" "Please, Mistress, do not ask that of me. It's not my place to even consider." "It is if I make it your place." Rebecca cast a quick glance at her wrist watch, she knew the ginger would soon lose its potency. It was only effective for twenty or twenty-five minutes at the most. "Answer!" "I would wash out your mouth with soap every day for a week, cane you for losing your temper, not allow you an orgasm for two weeks while teasing you with the chastity belt fit with dildo and plug, and I might come up with other things given more time. Is this what you wanted to hear, Mistress?" "It comes close enough to what I have in mind. Now, let's remove your ginger companion. Just treat it like a conventional butt plug." "I'll do my best, Mistress." "I know you will, my sweet, as you always do." Sarah pulled her knees up under her hips and spread her legs as far as she could, her head, arms and shoulders stayed flat on the mattress. She was ready to push the ginger hand out of her. "A very nice picture, my Sarah, who says that exercising your servile positions is not worth the time and effort, and now relax your sphincter for me and push. Just as I taught you. Push it out slowly and regularly, breathe deeply. It's starting to move, my love, you're doing fine." A few minutes later Rebecca pulled out the last centimeter of the ginger hand and put it back in the Ziploc bag to be thrown into the trash. She took Sarah at the shoulders and pulled her up against her front and closed her arms around the naked body. Rebecca removed the blindfold and found the silken lining soaked with tears. "Was it so hard to take, my Love?" "It's what I deserved, better than I deserved, Mistress. It did not harm me, but please be generous and let me wash it off with a hot water enema, it's still burning." "No, sweetie, that would be too easy. There will be residual burning for another hour or so. It's part of the punishment, But I think it would not hurt to wash you with a piece of cloth, But I'll have to go to the bathroom to get it and soap it up." "Please, Mistress, I know I don't deserve that kindness, but I would love it very much if you could just keep on holding me." "I think that can easily be arranged, my Sarah. I love holding you and I love how well our bodies fit together. But as enticing as it is to feel you pressed against me, it will not distract me so much that I would forget about the rest of your due punishment. And I still need a better explanation than the one you have given me so far why you lost your temper earlier." Sarah's body stiffened in Rebecca's grasp but her breathing slowed. Rebecca felt that she was centering herself with a deep breath and then she asked, "May I think about it for a time, Mistress?" Both women were still on the bed, on their knees, Sarah's back pressed against Rebecca's front. Rebecca's right hand rested between Sarah's breasts holding her close, drawing small circles with her thumb, her left was hovering in the air between her belly button and her shaven mound. She was tempted to plunge deep into Sarah's wetness by the smell of her arousal. "Yes, my sweet, you may think about your answer but do not take too much time, we have other things to do before we can go to sleep. When I came home from work you seemed eager to go to dinner at "Mark's", what happened after we got there that made you act out?" Sarah took another deep breath and closed her eyes, "You are right, Mistress, I had been looking forward to go to "Mark's" the whole aggravating day long. I just knew that it would start the evening and weekend off on the right note. I'm sorry that I botched it up so badly." "What made your day so aggravating?" Sarah Acts Out She pulled her closer and Sarah curled her legs around Rebecca's thighs and let herself be carried over to the bed, but she couldn't suppress a soft groan when the movement pulled the muscles in her abused backside. "You took your punishment very well, my love. You were very brave, I love you." "Thank you, Mistress. It was not more than I deserved. I love you very much. Could you please let me make love to you?" "No, sweetie, not now. We first have to deal with your inappropriate choice of words, after I put some ointment on your behind to reduce the swelling. It will do nothing to reduce the pain, but your buttocks already are up to twice their usual size." "I understand, thank you, Mistress, you are very kind." "Not at all, my love. I'm merely possessive." Rebecca positioned Sarah on her front on the bed and went over to the bathroom. Sarah closed her fingers around the wooden bars of the headrest to keep herself from rubbing her behind. She knew that her Mistress, normally did not allow such actions and also that it would only bring a false sense of relief, not comparable to feeling of her Mistress' hands soothing her burning and throbbing behind. Rebecca returned with a small towel draped over her shoulder, a wet wash cloth that had been coated with a yellow cream and snatched up the Tabasco bottle from the dresser where she had put it earlier. She sat down at the side of the bed and started to meticulously apply the yellow substance on Sarah's welts. Sarah pleaded and groaned and cried a few more tears but when Rebecca asked her if she wanted her to stop, she vehemently shook her head. Rebecca finished and smiled at Sarah, hiding the Tabasco bottle in the palm of her hand. "The yellow cream is a moisturizing night cream for stressed skin with a slightly cooling side effect." To take the hot sauce treatment I want you to get out of bed and kneel at the side with your hands in your neck, open your mouth and stretch out your tongue as far as you can. Not bad, but you can do better." Rebecca unscrewed the Tabasco bottle, upended it and let a drop fall on Sarah's outstretched tongue. Sarah jerked her head away and pulled her tongue back in her mouth, "Sarah, you know better than to break position during punishment." "I'm sorry, Mistress, please punish me. I didn't think, I just reacted, it's just that it hurts so much and it burns even more than the ginger. I wish you would have chosen the soap punishment." "But then I would have to do it more than once and you know that I do not like to repeat myself. In this case the hot sauce is more effective than soap, my Sarah. And all in all, I think that one drop of sauce for every completely inappropriate word you said tonight is rather lenient. I don't appreciate being called an obsessive compulsive perverted control freak." "I didn't think when I said that, Mistress, and I also didn't mean it like it came out. Please punish me for breaking position." "I will, my Sarah. I guess a bondage session tomorrow morning will help you to get over those hang-ups of yours. Now, let's proceed, only four more drops to go." "Yes, Mistress," Sarah obediently opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue, her shoulders were shaking but she held the position." "Now, close your mouth and let the hot sauce do its job. Come back into bed." "Thank you, Rebecca." Rebecca held her arms open to allow Sarah to slip into her embrace. Sarah moved slowly and stiffly due to her swollen buttocks. She put her head on her Mistress' shoulder and sighed, "Thank you for punishing me, Mistress, I love you. May I please go and wash out my mouth?" "No, my love, I cannot let you wash out your mouth, that would defeat the purpose of the punishment. You'll have to suffer the burning and pain for ten minutes or better, let's say 15 minutes. Then you can go to the kitchen and drink some tomato juice to make yourself feel better, but as tempting as it may be, stay away from water that will only make it worse." "Got it, Mistress. Thank, you," Sarah said. Fifteen minutes later Sarah had not made the slightest attempt to get out of bed, instead she had fallen asleep. She was nestled in Rebecca's side, her right arm draped over her Mistress' middle. Rebecca smiled down on her and though she was aroused, Sarah looked just too cute and peaceful to wake her up. Exhausted from the scare and worry about her lover she quickly joined her in sleep.