Report Day 134

It is trembling with fear at the punishment master will give it for what must be one of it's worst transgressions yet. There are reasons that it was gone, that it didn't do master's assignment on linepunishment.com, it's overbooked itself with JROTC, Track and band, and it was recently violently ill, to the point that it had a hospital visit, but it is fine now. Not to mention school is becoming even more demanding with AP classes coming up.

But it would think it well that Master disregard all of these, because it did have time before and it should have done the line punishment. It deserves the worst of the worst, a punishment that'll leave it in a puddle of urine and tears from the amount of physical and emotional pain it endures.

Now the other punishments, it did do, in fact they basically occupied all of it's free time in the seven days after you gave them to it, after which it was away on a band trip for a little over a week (where it contracted it's illness).

It was that day when it did not have Track practice, an odd occurance seeing as that has been it's only day off from Track all season, as though providence was aiding in it's punishment. It went out and found twenty of the most jagged, painful looking pebbles and lines as evenly as it could the bottom of one shoe, repeating the process with the other.

It then went to "bed" (for those not familiar, it sleeps on the floor). The pebbles were a nuisance but only really started hurting the next morning, when it got up extra early for it's next task. The shoes almost look like ballet shoes in style, but they of course aren't. It wish it knew their proper name. They are dress shoes and are rather cute. It chose these over the usual running shoes it wears (usual still referring to it's state of dress prior to ownership) because it didn't wear socks.

They created sharp pain as it walked, and cut into it's feet quite a bit over the course of the day. One of it's friends asked what's wrong, commenting that it was walking weird, and i said that it was sore from track. It struggles to think what kind of track injury could cause something similar to having rocks in it's shoes, but draws a blank. It was enough for it's cheerleader friend at least.

Anyway, back to that morning. It wanted to get this task over with in particular, the task being to prepare two bowls, one of fake cum the other of urine. After which it would give itself a baking soda enema, held with a ginger plug. Another plug, would go into it's vagina, something that is terribly painful and leaves it sore all day.

After giving itself a few minutes to come to terms with the enema and ginger penetration, it began the next phase of the task. It had to lap up both bowls before being allowed to release the enema. It started with the familiar fake cum, a viscous, salty mixture that seems to stimulate it's gag reflex every time it swallows, although it's getting better and better at suppressing said reflex. Those who have tried both (it has never tried real cum) say the only difference is that the artificial cum has a starchy after taste.

The fake cum coated it's mouth and tongue, and dribbled down it's chin. For those trying to paint a mental picture, it had it's hair tied back and was naked on it's hands and knees. IT scraped as much cum as it could off it's tongue with it's teeth but found that the stuff coated the roof of it's mouth as well. The taste was so ever present that it never even had the chance for an aftertaste to form.

By the time it had licked the bowl of fake cum clean it was almost eager to rinse it's mouth out with the bowl of it's own somewhat stale urine. Key word being almost, the thought of drinking urine made it want to gag, and as it neared the bowl the smell was overwhelming. This was it's first experience drinking urine, but it gets the impression that it won't be it's last.

It finally closed it's eyes and started lapping furiously, wanting to get this over with as quick as possible. It was disgusting, watery with just a hint of salt and another flavour, that of artificial sweeteners, just in the background. On a side note, it has always tried to avoid artificial sweeteners, but they're just everywhere these days, it's worrying.

The urine washed the cum down and filled it's stomach. Twice it had to stop to keep itself from throwing up at the thought of lapping up pee like a dog, but it didn't. by the time it was done it was too full to eat breakfast, and the enema was giving it bad cramps in spite of the relatively mild solution it carried. The entire time it was drinking it's portions it had nearly forgotten about the enema, and so now the feeling was sudden. It immediately got up, tripping awkwardly over the two empty bowls on the bathroom floor, and squatted over the toilet. It decided that it wasn't worthy of sitting on the toilet seat, and so left it up.

The ginger kept burning in it's vagina long after it pulled the evil little plug out and replaced it with an old pair of panties from the attic (where it had put all of it's panties when it's ownership began). This pair of panties was tied to another with a piece of string, which would be put into it's anus. AS it walked the vaginal one would be pulled in and out, frustrating it greatly and keeping it embarrassingly wet all day.

Knowing this in advance it chose a lacy white skirt about mid-thigh length and an orange tank top. The thing about skirts such as the one it was wearing is that while they may not be quite as revealing, they make one feel totally naked, as opposed to skirts made from denim or short shorts.

the day dragged on and on, with it feeling pain in it's feet and constant stimulation between it's legs. At least it was warmer. When it got home it decided it would do it's spankings. First 500 spankings of a wooden spoon on it's dripping and sensitive pussy in an hour, thus 8 per minute. Then it would whip it's breasts 300 times with the coat hanger implement (for new readers, a coat hanger bent so that it has a number of barbs sticking out and breaks the skin). It would leave the final spanking to a later date.

500 spanks to the pussy was ver difficult, it had to fight not to hold back, and was in tears, it's private parts visibly inflamed with some bruising. They would continue to hurt for several days. It hopes this satisfies master, as this was probably it's worst pussy spanking yet. It is proud of it's ability to inflict pain on itself.

next came the wickedcoat hanger. It went as fast and hard as it could, again and again. It had to stand and stretch one arm out uncomfortably to get a proper angle. It doesn't know if it's mentioned before that smaller breasts such as it's are more sensitive due to higher concentration of nerves, and the flogging left it in tears and with blood running down it's torso.

The next day it wore it's track gear to school as usual. not it's uniform, but it's warm-up that is. Running shorts and a tank top with a sports bra underneath. It doesn't wear tights anymore, and it's running shorts are quite short, but by now it's a little used to it, albeit still self conscious out of habit. It's friends have stopped saying things like "You know you can change after school before practice", satisfied with excuses like "I [sic] don't have time".

There was a catch today. Master had told it to put sandpaper in it's sports bra for one practice, but since it doesn't change before practice, and it doesn't intend to take it's bra off (something that would illicit attention in and of itself) and line it with sandpaper in the locker-room, it had to wear the sandpaper all day.

Every movement came to be accented with pain. Even things like raising it's flute to play in band. The sandpaper was very course and cut into it's already raw and damaged skin, and by the end of the day they were saturated in blood. Running in track was hell, every stride burning.

Master probably didn't expect that kind of damage. It hopes he is pleasantly surprised, but if he sees it's actions and damaging to his property it hopes he adds to it's punishment.

As always it needs punishments from it's readers. Spring is just now showing itself here in the Pacific Northwest, and stinging nettles are sprouting for those who are so inclined. It is not sure if it's mentioned this before, but it read a while back about crucifixion in bdsm (see cruxforums.com) and this interests it greatly. Unfortunately it can't see a way it can ever try this, since it's a two person endeavor. If anyone has any ideas though on this subject, they would be appreciated greatly.