The List of Shame

You take a moment just to admire the sight before you. Fiona was standing, long legs spread and shapely arms above her, bound completely nude and utterly at your mercy. Her trim tummy went in and out with her breath. Her large breasts hung heavy, her dark nipples still erect, her long thick dick swayed in front her big balls, her blonde pubes were well trimmed. She looked at you with unwavering love and trust.

Quite simply it was the single greatest vision you had ever witnessed.

"Well, before I can discipline you I need a list of your sins." You walk up beside her and take the red washable marker from the bed. You then shift to square up to her, face to face. She looks at you expectantly to see what you would do. You take the top off the marker. There was one sin above all others you wanted her to face up to in her punishment. Reaching out you grab her by the hair and hold her head still. Her eyes search yours as you begin.

BULLY

You write the word in large bold crimson letters across her forehead. Of all of your sister's flaws this was the one that had affected you the most. You let her go and step back so that she could see herself in the big mirror in front of her. The letter were backwards in the reflection but it was easy to read. All she does is nod, accepting of the label you had marked her flesh with. Next you kneel down and write up her left thigh.

BITCH

Fiona swallows and straightens up as best she could. She clearly very much approved of what you were doing to her. She wore these badges of shame not proudly but dutifully, knowing she deserved them. The next was obvious, she sold at least some of her sexual services for money after all.

WHORE

You write this in an arc across her right breast.

SADIST

Is written on the left. As you write this word your sister struggles to hide a smirk. This was not something she was ashamed of, but it felt right nonetheless. You consider writing "Daddy's Girl" due to her unhealthy fixation on her father, but again you decide this was a ticking bomb you'd rather not have to defuse. At least not like this. You instead decide on focusing on the other parent. You write along her inner bicep.

MOTHER FUCKER

The literal truth in Fiona's case. Your mother might not get along with her eldest child, but she liked Fiona's cock above all others size queen that she was.

FILTHY

You write from one cheek, right across her plump lips, to the other. Fiona had foul mouth on her, especially around you, this represented that though it could be taken many different ways.

BIG COCK CUNT

You write along her left inner thigh before continuing it down the right.

FAMILY SLUT

You then draw arrows pointing up to her pussy. She'd fucked your well hung family, you knew she could handle big ones. You were searching for other things to tear her down with before the punishment began.

BAD GIRL

You write down her right thigh. You weren't sure if it was this one in particular or if it was a cumulative effect but Fiona had somber look across her face now as she stared at the scarlet labels scrawled over her flesh. This was good, you wanted her at her lowest...at her raw core, before you brought her back up again.

After this you start filling in smaller words written here and there at odd angles. These ones weren't hard hitting truths but simple little jabs of humiliation. You could almost hear Fiona's voice from back over the years degrading and emasculating you and you use it as fuel. You are not gentle with her.

liar ... **** ... coward ... scared little girl ... animal ... hooker ... prostitute ... cock for hire ... stupid ... worthless ... dog ... pig ... EVIL

Finally you turn to simple terms of her being a sexual object. These are concentrated around her cock, tits, pussy, mouth, and ass.

sex toy ... 3 hole slut ... use me ... slap my tits ... fuck hole ... cum slut ... jizz bucket ... Jesse's property ... brother's bitch

And such things. Finally, along the shaft of her girthy cock, you add.

****

Fiona stared at herself in the mirror. Her gorgeous body was covered with ugly red letters. Humbled and shook to the core like you had never seen her before Fiona stares. The words cut deep and you could see her soul bleeding out in front of you. Her hazel eyes shift around to read every cruel word, pausing to swallow each jagged pill one by one. Even the words along her back and ass were visible thanks to another full length mirror opposite the one she was staring into. She bore it all bravely, not flinching or shirking or bowing her head. She accepted it all. Wanted it, needed it, welcomed it. Her long overdue reckoning was at hand.

Fiona faced her humiliation with that strength you had always admired so greatly in her, but with none of her usual bluster. Her true beauty shone through the red ink and even her earthly flesh. Even now the goddess within her burned bright.

You stand in front of her, just to the side so you wouldn't block her view. You pat the big empty space you had left across the center of her stomach.

"I left one space for you. Thank me."

"Thank you Master." She says at a whisper, her expression grim.

You hold up the marker. "What is the final entry on your list of shame my ****? What is the final sin you wish me to expunge from your soul through bodily pain and endurance? What shall I write ****?"

She doesn't even pause, as if she had been waiting a long time for a moment such as this. As a single tear rolls down her left cheek she replies with an eerily calm soft voice. "****."