Report Day 3

It had much time of contemplation as of late, as the tasks it would normally do when otherwise idle are prevented by it's injury, and it simply spent much of it's day kneeling holding a coin to the wall in it's room. The coin was not master's request, and it hopes that adding little details to it's punishments is not a disrespect to it's master, it only wishes to please him.

Thus this blog post in addition to describing a task it did today and naming the implements of it's spankings and their respective effects, will largely discuss it's mental and emotional state. A note on the spankings, it supposed it could have postponed them but decided not to, it's anus is hidden by it's cheeks and thus is not at risk from spankings. If it was a risk master would not have it perform such a punishment.

It took a sitz-bath today (it is unsure why it's proper medical term is "sitz" and not "sits") and could not help but look at it's bald pussy. It had always seen (well not always, people in sports tend not to take showers unless ordered to and it always hid) some of the girls in it's cross country and track teams with shaven genitals and always thought it looked so much more hygienic. It in general didn't like body hair.
But it's pussy was different, it regretted shaving it. It looked like a little girl's now, it was small and tight and surrounded by the pink remnants of shaving. It also forced it to constantly think about it's sex, it couldn't simply not notice it as it may have before. The notion seems petty and stupid but this is what it's train of thought was on as it sat in the bath.

It wondered what it had gotten itself into, this would be it's life now. Prior to the injury and the sitz-baths she had walked around the house (or when it's family was home it's master's room) naked and shivering, it cleaned itself with cold water and whenever idle it was full of ice cold water or was typing with ice in it. It went outside wearing practically nothing in the face of the cold. A thought came across it's mind contemplating how long it would be before it would ever experience warmth. An anal injury (though an accident and not to be punished by master in the slightest as of his most recent message) had not been what it had hoped for and now the warmth was not something it could enjoy.

It also thought about as it knelt in the corner, penny pressed against the wall with it's nose, how this would work once winter break ended. It had until January, and resolved that it shouldn't ruin it's mental concept of indefinite ownership with thoughts that it's ownership could possibly be temporary. When the times comes it resolved to discuss it with master but not a moment sooner, it was imperative that it for the time being think of it's ownership as permanent. This is it's life now.

Again it did not take great care to space out it's spanking and edges evenly only enough so that they felt like three separate spankings on not one long one. First it used the thin cane-like implement that it's master had asked for, choosing to use a hard stick. Spankings are hard to describe in any way other than painful, it supposes it could describe this pain as more a thud as opposed to a sting, leaving by the end purple bruises. It fears that it may have held back on the last fifty or so, but it tried it's best not, the last ten at least were as hard as it could muster, and it soaked it's master's rug with tears (it takes it's spanking in the knee-chest position, forehead against the carpet.)

After an hour or so it used the hanger, calculating that the skin would be sensitive still and that the hangar would do damage to sensitive skin. It did, causing much tearing and blood, complementing the stick greatly. It was surprised it could damage itself so on it's own, even with master's orders, it had assumed that human nature would hold it back, but it was able to deliver full force at the very least seventy-five percent of the time. It poured peroxide over it's rear which stung terribly and cleaned the wounds.

It would not do the final implement, which master ordered to be similar to a paddle, a wooden spoon or hairbrush being his suggestion (the wooden spoon was used) until significantly later. It hurt in ways that were in between the hangar and the cane, and ensured that it's rear would be inflamed and painful at least until tomorrow morning, when it would repeat the process.

It wrote the assigned words on it's body (owned by the master of course, but "it's master's body" would be confusing) in the assigned places. It wrote "Fuck me here" on the small of it's back, just above the shorts. and "Ass Slave" on each butt cheek right above where it believed it's short would cover. It's outfit was borrowed from it's sister and thus way too small. It wore a white halter-top, shredded daisy-duke shorts that allowed almost half of it's ass-cheeks to be shown on the bottom and heels. The halter top rode up always, to above it's navel if it didn't pull it down. And once at the mall it didn't. It's was the one who drove it, it explained that it was part of it's punishment.

Speaking of the original thread punishment, it apologizes for it's lack of attention, now that it has idle time it has resolved to respond to it more often. It encourages more dares, and do not shy away from anal dares due to it's injury. It will of course not do them until it has healed, but when it does heal it needs ample anal training so that it may reattempt the dares it attempted originally.

Back to the dare. It will not attempt to describe it in it's own words (not implying ownership of it's words, only that it wrote them and not master, master owns what it writes) what the dare was. It is as follows:

"Go to a mall. Go into 5 different stores and try on 4 items of clothing in each store. However, before you go you will create a fake email address that looks real (not some obviously fake "[email protected]" or something) so pick a fake name and make it like "[email protected]" or something. Then you will write this email and a short sexy message on 40 small pieces of paper, (cut strips or small squares or something) then you will be leaving one of these pieces in the pockets of different items you try on. If they don't have pockets then hold on to the piece for that item. The rest of the papers, the extra 20 and the ones for items without pockets, you will leave laying around the mall in the food court, in dressing rooms, tucked into or behind a box on a shelf (make sure to leave at least 2 in a Gamestop or similar video game store, those nerds will go crazy over that, and address them directly with "I love me a gamer boy, email me for some fun"). After all 40 are placed you may return home. "

It wasn't the dare itself that humiliated it so, it was simply how public it was being at the mall. It was crowded with people all dressed warmly. It tended not to go to the mall this time of year, it usually goes in the summer when it would at least see other girls dressed like total sluts. It seems anyone older than 10 will dress promiscuously at the mall, they will wear tube-tops and short shorts to the mall, it once saw a girl not older than thirteen in ripped-jean shorts and a bikini top. Summers here aren't unbearably hot either, so it is not out of necessity. Anyway, it apologizes for the tangent and wonders if other people notice the same kinds of things in their local malls.

It did not have the luxury of being one of dozens of slutty girls at the mall, it was the only one. Everyone stared, and people even pointed and whispered. It was like a crappy teen movie, it never imagined that people would be so openly rude, even though it deserved all of it.

As a side note, it must apologize for confusion for it's title "it" and when other times the word "it" is used. It attempts to avoid this when at all possible but sometimes it would be awkward not to use the word "it". For example "it was like a crappy teen movie" does not refer to it as in the person owned by master but "it never imagined" does. This will cause confusion and it apologizes.

After spending three hours at the mall trying on clothing in each store, making an effort for the clothing to be slutty so that each person assisting it would realize how much of a slut it is and how it always dresses like a slut. It bought more ripped jean shorts, some of skirts that barely covered it's genitals (one even allowed a tiny bit of it's labia majora to show under it's hem) in front and of course covered almost nothing in that, and some tube-tops and tank tops, leaving messages in copies of the items it bought. It also bought some jackets, all of which were sleeveless, so that every once in a while it could be a practical slut dressed for the cold.

It was humiliating yet it found that it must have been subconsciously enjoying the attention. A wet spot started to form between it's legs, and as it walked out of the mall it was visible. It supposes that it's subconscious is a slut, and that thus it's natural place is to be a slut and to display itself for the pleasure of men.

That's it's report for the day. For the first time it has nothing to beg punishment for that it knows of, unless it offends master that it modified details to it's punishments, like actually buying some promiscuous clothing or pressing a penny to the wall when kneeling idly in the corner, in which case it hopes master informs it and punishes it accordingly so that it may not do it again.