A girl sat on the beach. She stared, slightly sullenly, across the water where her Master was swimming. Really, she thought, she hadn’t been that stubborn really, had she?

Still, she had wondered for a moment if he had been going to spank her, right there, in front of all those people. She had been almost relieved at the smaller threat of being made to kneel. She had backed down, quickly, then. She could see he meant it; that he wasn’t going to let her challenge his authority any more that day. So, not really that stubborn at all.

He had ordered her then, back to the beach, to watch, and to create a dirty story. That alone wouldn’t have been such a challenge.
“Start it”, he had ordered, “with a stubborn girl, being punished by her Master”.
She fumed silently. What was she meant to write? Was she meant to come up with a crueller punishment for a girl in her position? And if she did, would it be used against her? She knew that was always possible. Her master could be evil when he wanted.

After all, thinking up a naughty story was very little hardship. She leant back, feeling a tingle of excitement run through her. She got to lie here, and think naughty thoughts, hardly a punishment at all.

Of course, she realised suddenly, that wasn’t the punishment at all. The punishment was to tell her story. Her mouth twisted. That was in itself cruel indeed. A clever, twisted punishment, from a man who knew just how to manipulate her. But what story could she tell?

Then, in an instant, she knew; there could be only one story.

She sighed deeply, and began.

“A girl sat on the beach…”

Author: Caitlin

Geeky, kinky and poly. Discovering my Domme side. Sometimes NSFW and 18+.

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