Jenna’s punishment concludes.

"Good morning, Mistress Zelda," she said in a groggy tone before stretching her arms.

"Good morning, Jenna. Now get up and get that shirt off. One of my staff will make your bed."

"Yes Mistress Zelda," Jenna replied as she hopped out of the bed and pulled her black shirt over her head.

Jenna was relieved that she was allowed to walk down the stairs and quickly went back to her hands and knees afterward. She followed her strict disciplinarian into the dining room for breakfast. She knew her's would be a bowl of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk.

As she ate, Jenna looked longingly at the dominatrix's eggs and pancakes but knew better than to ask for any despite how good they smiled.

"That's all you're getting, Jenna," Mistress Zelda said before taking a long sip of coffee.

"I know, Mistress Zelda," Jenna replied, looking down at her oatmeal. She took a spoonful of the cold lumpy food, put it in her mouth, and swallowed.

Immediately after breakfast, Mistress Zelda led Jenna into the dungeon. Mistress Zelda grabbed the straight-backed chair and placed it in front of Jenna before sitting down.

"Alright, Jenna, it's a new day, which means you need a warm-up spanking."

Jenna crawled to the dominatrix's side and looked up at her. "Mistress Zelda, may I please be placed across your lap for my warm-up spanking?"

“Get over Jenna,” the dominatrix said as she patted her lap. Jenna obediently climbed over the dominatrix’s lap and placed her palms flat on the cool hardwood floor. Mistress Zelda took a moment to admire the welts left by the caning she had given the starlet when she arrived yesterday, as well as the bruising left by the strapping she had given her before putting her to bed. “I have an appointment with another client this afternoon so our time this morning is limited. This will have to be a short but intense session, but I think you know you deserve it, don’t you?” she asked as she moved her hand over Jenna’s raised bottom.

“Yes, Mistress Zelza,” Jenna replied, tensing up as she felt the dominatrix’s palm slap against her left cheek with a sharp smack. The sound echoed through the dungeon and immediately Jenna yelped, clenching and unclenching her fists.

Mistress Zelda delivered another set of five more spanks on each cheek, alternating between cheeks with each swat. Each swat landed with precision and intensity, reigniting the fire in Jenna’s behind. After the warm-up spanking was over, Mistress Zelda helped Jenna stand up and led her over to St. Andrew's cross. She could feel her buttocks throbbing as she stood still while Mistress Zelda secured her wrists and ankles with leather cuffs.

“Now, young lady, we will finish up with a good long hard flogging before I take you across the hall to write your letter.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Jenna said through her soft sobs. Knowing her latest session with the stern disciplinarian was coming to an end strengthened her resolve to see her punishment through and improve her behavior.

A single tear slid down Jenna’s cheek as Mistress Zelda picked up a heavy black flogger and stepped back. With all her might, she brought the flogger down on Jenna’s already sore bottom, leaving welts and bruises in its wake. Jenna grunted as her body recoiled from the impact. She expected the next to fall quickly and for Mistress Zelda to make the supple leather tendrils dance across her back and ass as only she could. But it did not come until Jenna allowed her body to fully relax.

For the next ten minutes, Mistress Zelda slowly pulled the leather tendrils taught, waited for Jenna to relax, and then gave her a hard lash with the multi-tailed whip. By the time it was over, Jenna was breathing heavily trying her best to remain silent as her tears slowly leaked down her cheeks.

Mistress Zelda put the flogger back on its hook before releasing Jenna from the cross. As soon as she was able, Jenna lowered herself to her knees In front of the young but skilled dominatrix. “Alright Jenna,” Mistress Zelda said as she clipped a leash to Jenna’s collar. “It’s time to go across the hall so you can write your letter. I trust you can remember what happens after that.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda. You will give me one hour to write a letter of apology for my bad behavior. After which you will bring me back into your dungeon where I will read my letter to you. If you find it sincere I will be dismissed and return in two weeks for my scheduled session.”

“And if I don’t find your letter sincere?”

Jenna gulped before answering. “Then you will put me over the spanking bench and give me fifty swats with a wooden paddle.”

“Let’s go,” Mistress Zelda said as she began walking to the dungeon door, Jenna crawling behind her.

They entered the room on the opposite side of the large waiting room. As always it was largely empty containing only a clock on the wall, and of course the antique writing desk complete with an ink well and writing quill. There was something about the desk that Jenna thought fit Mistress Zelda perfectly yet, she could never figure out what it was.

“As always you have one hour. If you need to use the rest room you may,” Mistress Zelda said as she unclipped the leash and then gestured to the door on the far wall near where the desk sat. “If you finish early, I expect you to kneel in that corner and press your nose into it,” she added pointing to the far front corner of the room.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Jenna said before going into the restroom to relieve herself. When she entered the room again, Mistress Zelda was unsurprisingly gone. A small smile came to Jenna’s face as she approached the antique writing desk and its backless bench seat. The only thing on it was a writing quill and a notebook bound in smooth black leather.

The writing desk is made of dark, polished wood with intricate carvings of vines and leaves decorating its edges. Its surface is smooth, with only a few worn spots in the center where it has been used countless times. The backless bench seat is also made of the same dark wood, with a curved shape that fits perfectly against the desk. On the seat, there is a cushion covered in deep red velvet, adding a touch of luxury to the otherwise antique piece. The desk has multiple drawers with ornate handles, each one containing various writing utensils and supplies. The bench seat slides out easily for someone to sit on it while using the desk. Overall, the furniture exudes a sense of elegance and history.

Jenna pulled the bench seat from beneath the desk and sat down. She winced as her sore ass pressed against the soft velvet cushion, thankful she was not made to write her letter sitting on hardwood. She slid the notebook and quill to the center of the desk, opened the notebook, and carefully dipped the quill in the ink well. She waited allowing any excess ink to drip from the quill back into the well before she began to write.

Jenna wrote slowly using deliberate movements of her hand to ensure that her writing was as neat and pristine as possible. When she was finally happy with her work she glanced at the clock. It had been forty-five minutes. She carefully removed the page from the notebook and placed the writing quill in the golden cradle next to the ink well. She stood, pushed the bench seat under the desk, walked to the corner, and knelt before pressing her nose into the corner.

This was the part Jenna dreaded most when visiting her strict disciplinarian. Questions always flooded her mind. Had she written a good enough letter? Could she take fifty swats of a wooden paddle on her already sore ass if Mistress Zelda was not happy with it? What would happen if she couldn’t” Jenna whimpered at the thought as she listened to the clock slowly ticking the time away until Mistress Zelda returned to take her back to the dungeon.

The clock's hands moved with a slow yet steady rhythm, counting down the seconds until Jenna's time in the corner was over and her fate was decided. Each tick felt like a hammer striking her worried mind until it was all she could hear in the eerily quiet room.

Finally, she heard the door open followed by the sound of Mistress Zelda’s heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The next sound she heard was the sound of her letter sliding off of the desk as Mistress Zelda took it in her hand. She knew that the dominatrix would not look at it. She didn't want to have her opinion colored in any way before the letter was read aloud by its author.

“Turn around.” Jenna turned to face Mistress Zelda remaining on her knees as she did so. The dominatrix clipped a leash to her collar once more and led her back over to the dungeon. As they entered the dungeon Jenna could feel the pounding of her heart in her ears. Wordlessly, Mistress Zelda unclipped the leash, handed her the letter, and sat on her throne. “Stand, and read me your letter, Jenna,” she said as she settled comfortably onto her throne.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Jenna said her voice cracking slightly with nervousness as she stood. She carefully held her letter in both hands and took a deep breath before beginning to read her letter out loud.

“Dear Mistress Zelda,

This letter is to express my deepest apologies for my recent behavior. I know that I have not upheld the standards that you have set for me as both your submissive and as an adult. Over the past few days, I have had time to reflect on my actions and the consequences that followed.

First, I want to apologize for my regrettable decision to drink and drive, no matter how much or little I had to drink. It was a careless and reckless decision on my part and I understand the gravity of my actions. I promise that it will never happen again. The potential consequences of my actions could have been devastating both for myself and others on the road. My life is not mine alone to gamble with and I will be more mindful in the future.

Secondly, I am truly sorry for talking back to you when you were only trying to help me. I should have known better than to disrespect you by trying to defend my behavior. I also deeply regret not showing you the respect you so richly deserve when I failed to address you properly. However, this is not the only way I have disrespected you. I disrespected you by not checking my phone and by being late to your summons. As someone who pays for your services, I fully understand how valuable your time is, Mistress Zelda, and fully understand that even though it may seem inconsequential that I was a minute late, that was a valuable minute of discipline I cost myself, and could have cost another of your clients. I promise that in the future I will endeavor to keep a closer eye on my phone and be early to all future sessions whether scheduled or if you believe my behavior warrants a summons to your dungeon.

Yours with great respect and deep regret for my actions,

Jenna Ortega.”

“I believe your sincerity, Jenna,” Mistress Zelda said causing Jenna to breathe a sigh of relief. “However, due to the severity of your actions, particularly the drinking and driving, until our scheduled session in two weeks I want you to consider yourself grounded.”

“‘Grounded?’” Jenna asked. Mistress Zelda looked at her with a raised eyebrow before her hand moved to the paddle leaning against her throne. “I-I mean no disrespect, Mistress Zelda. I simply do not understand what you mean.”

“You are to remain in your home, not go out to clubs, no parties, and forgo any work-related events that you are not contractually obligated to attend. Furthermore, you will grant me access to your security system so that I may check on you. Until our next session, you will observe a strict bedtime of 9:00 PM and no TV while you are meant to be sleeping. If you are working and will need to be up past your bedtime I must be informed at least twelve hours in advance. Do I make myself clear?” she said as she returned her hand to the armrest of her throne, leaving the paddle on the floor.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Jenna said bowing her head respectfully. “I will send you the remote access code as soon as I am dressed.”

“Good, you are dismissed.”