A Cat Called Kat

Chapter Ten - The Punishment Fits the Crime

I nodded. I really didn't have any choice. I knew it was true and so did he.

At least this time he really couldn't get grumpy with me for not using words!

"And you were imagining that you were the one who was tied up and being punished weren't you?"

Again I nodded... and I was getting all... well... moist down below at the memory.

But then I heard the sound of the door being opened and I realised that there was somebody else in the room. Of course I wanted to panic and cover myself up but Master had told me not to move so I forced myself to keep doing the insanely vulnerable starfish thing.

Who could it be? Who would Master trust with me like this?

"Relax, Kitten," Master told me. "I am still here and will be supervising your punishment."

I knew I had no choice... and, anyway, knowing he was there made it feel sort of alright... sort of.

Then someone took my wrist and I felt something firm but gentle clip around it - I guessed it was one of the furry handcuff things and that sort of worked. I tried to work out who it was from the grip on my wrist - gentle but firm - it sort of felt like a woman's touch - maybe Caroline... maybe Terri... but, then again, it could be Dr Nil... or someone else entirely.

She... I guess I was sort of hoping it was a she... secured my other wrist and I quickly decided that it couldn't possibly be Terri. She would never be able to bottle up her own giggles if she was doing this to me.

So Caroline, then... I decided as she secured my legs in their starfish pose... probably... possibly.

Whoever it was certainly seemed to know what they were doing. They tightened up on my wrists and ankles, stretching me out until I was completely splayed out and helpless. That sort of worked with it being Caroline... Mr Bossy had hinted that she 'had form' with this sort of thing.

But any sort of thinking was basically pushed out of my mind as something started tracing the line of my collar... something quite hard... yep... it definitely felt a bit like the stingy whacker that Miss Behaviour had used. My body sort of wanted to move towards it and pull away at the same time but it didn't really make any difference what my body wanted to do because, stretched out like I was, there was absolutely nothing I could do anyway.

And then the thing started drifting slowly downwards. I had some sort of groan thing going on but it was being muffled by the gag. My concentration was completely locked on the thing as it crept down... between my breast then on down... down... over my completely taut tummy. I knew I was completely melting down below and I sort of held my breath... but the thing was going so slowly that I couldn't hold it for long enough and, by the time it reached the neat little tuft of hair that Mrs Waxy Lady had left for me, I let it out in a deep sigh.

But then, of course, the sigh was twisted into a gasp as I was given the lightest of whacks on the outside of my thigh. It didn't really hurt... I don't suppose it was meant to, really... but it did sting a bit and it certainly grabbed my attention!

And then the whacker thing was back up on my collar and starting its torturously slow trip downwards again. I guess I must have relaxed a bit because I knew I wasn't going to get a whack until it reached my bottom bits. But, of course, this time, when it reached my breasts, I received a light whack on one of them. I just wasn't ready for that, of course, and the shock sent a funny little pulse of moist pleasure shooting downwards.

And again it began its impossibly slow journey downwards... except this time it kept tracking on past my yearning, aching bits and, as I held my breath, it crept on down my leg until I received a little stinger on my inner thigh, just above my knee.