Punished for tardiness

In the heat of the late afternoon, Josslyn trudged back to the house from the stable. Stable Mistress Stephanie had worked her hard during her training. She knew this was because she had not been pleased that she was a couple of minutes late to the stable. After she had been put in her pony gear, Stable Mistress Stephanie had gone on for several minutes about the importance of punctuality while forcing her, as Buttercup, to keep up a fast-paced trot for nearly twenty minutes.

She sighed heavily as she reached for the knob of the door that would lead her into the kitchen.

Her skin was slick and clammy, a layer of sweat covering her entire body. The fabric of her clothes adhered to her like a second skin, uncomfortable and sticky. “Ugh, I need a shower, the colder, the better,” she thought as she entered the kitchen and began making her way out to the house’s entrance hall and the stairs that would take her to her room, and the large shower in the attached bathroom.

Josslyn was so focused on getting to her cold shower that she did not see her twin enter the room from the living room as she began to plod up the stairs.

Kennedy's attire was alluring yet intimidating. Her black boots reached up to her knees and had sharp, pointed heels. The snug black leather pants hugged her curves and emphasized her figure. The red latex corset accentuated her hourglass shape, with black trim running down the middle and along the top. Her lips were painted a deep red, matching the fiery color of her corset, and her hair was slicked back into a sleek bun, giving off an air of confidence and control.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Kennedy asked.

“To take a shower,” Josslyn answered without turning around. Kennedy waited until her sister got about halfway up the steps before speaking again.

“I suggest you rethink that,” she said, her voice low and commanding. Josslyn stopped and turned with an irritated look on her face. Once she saw how Kennedy was dressed, her eyes went wide, and she looked down at her feet.

“Stable Mistress Stephanie sent Master a message saying you were late to your pony training.”

“Yes, I was Miss Kennedy.”

“I’m glad you admit it. Master thinks you need to be punished and has ordered me to start while he’s in a virtual meeting with his publisher.” Kennedy remained silent for a few seconds waiting for Josslyn to reply. When she didn’t she pointed to the door that led down to the dungeon. “Go, strip, and wait for me. I will be down shortly.”

“Yes, Miss Kennedy,” she said, keeping her gaze down at her feet. Her sister’s posture reminded Kennedy of a scolded child, the thought of which brought an amused smile to her face.

Without saying another word, Josslyn walked back down the stairs, went to the door to the dungeon, opened it, and walked down the set of stairs leading to the converted basement.

When she entered the dungeon, she found every light on, likely in anticipation of her punishment. They were all turned down low, giving the room an ominous glow. Nervously, she began to wonder what would be coming. Her eyes darted around and scanned the room. The bondage horse, the spanking bench, The Saint Andrew’s Cross, the stocks, the bottomless chair having from the ceiling by heavy chains, and tilted slightly backward, several cages Any or all of them could be used on her in the near future. She quickly stripped, leaving her clothes neatly folded on a small table by the stairs. She went to the center of the room and stood with her feet together and her hands behind her back. As she waited for her sister, time slowed to a crawl for Josslyn. Her heart raced in anticipation of what was coming. She knew she would not likely enjoy being punished, but she loved the BDSM lifestyle.

The sound of Kennedy’s heels clicking against the stairs broke her thoughts.

The sound of Kennedy’s steps echoed sharply against the stone walls, like the beat of a metronome, each step filled with confident determination. As she descended the stairs, the clicks grew louder and more commanding, almost like a warning to Josslyn. They seemed to fill the dungeon with an air of authority and power, a reminder that Kennedy was in control and Josslyn was at her mercy.

“I let Master know you were back in the house,” Kennedy began.

“I thought you said he was in a meeting?” Josslyn interrupted. Quick as a lightning flash, Kennedy’s hand flew the air and connected with Josslyn’s face.

“Do not interrupt. You are in enough trouble.” she said, voice was not elevated, but still carried an authoritative edge. “As I was saying, our master wants your punishment to begin over the spanking bench.

“Yes, Miss Kennedy,” Josslyn said as she turned to the spanking bench and walked over to it. The spanking bench was made of a rich dark wood and topped with a thick black leather bad that was soft yet supportive. It was built low to the ground with a wide, sturdy base. Unlike most other spanking benches she had seen, whether in videos, or in pictures, or in BDSM stores, the narrow plank she would kneel on was not padded. Instead, it was made only of the same darkly colored wood the main body of the bench was made of. She knew it would not be comfortable for her to kneel on.

Slowly, she knelt down on the plank and leaned forward until she lay across the padded top of the bench. Kennedy wasted little time in placing the wrist and ankle cuffs on her twin, then pulling the two dark brown leather straps across her body to help secure her. One ran across the back of her thighs, just above her knees, the other across her lower back.

With Josslyn secured to the spanking bench, Kennedy walked over to a rack of paddles and selected one made of black leather wrapped around a layer of foam rubber with a solid wooden core. It was far from the harshest implement in their master’s dungeon, but it would be far from pleasant for Josslyn to be spanked with it. Kennedy took the paddle back to the spanking bench and pressed leather paddle against her twin’s ass.

Josslyn gasped as she felt the paddle being pressed against her ass. It was smooth and cool to the touch, with a slight give when Kennedy pressed against her flesh. As Kennedy presses it harder against Josslyn's skin, she can feel the firm wooden core underneath, indicating its strength and ability to inflict pain.

“Master’s instructions were to begin your punishment with a dozen swats. I want you to count them out loud,” Kennedy said, keeping her tone authoritative. “When we’re done, I will fill you in on the rest of your punishment. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, Miss Kennedy,” Josslyn said, her voice quivering with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Without a second’s hesitation, Kennedy swung the paddle hard, the first time on Josslyn’s left cheek.

“One,” Josslyn gasped out through clenched teeth and pulled at her bonds. Kennedy waited a few seconds and then delivered another stinging blow to her right cheek. “Two,” Josslyn gasped out slightly louder than the first. The dance continued, with Kennedy delivering precise strikes to alternate cheeks, each one just as painful as the last, until they reached the end of the dozen. “Twelve!” Josslyn called out as the last swat landed hard against her right cheek. “Ow, oh ow.” Josslyn hung her head low and quietly sobbed.

Kennedy set the paddle down on the floor in front of the spanking bench. She ran her hand over Josslyn’s cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off of them.

Josslyn's cheeks were hot to the touch, radiating a burning sensation from the repeated strikes of the paddle. They are also visibly swollen and reddened, the skin raised and tender to the touch. The heat seems to penetrate deep into her skin, radiating outwards and making her entire cheek area feel sore and sensitive. The texture of her skin is rough and uneven, evidence of the paddle's harsh impact. Josslyn's tears wet her flushed cheeks, leaving a cool trail amidst the heat.

“I trust you won’t be late to your next training session with Stable Mistress Stephanie?”

“No, Miss Kennedy, I won’t be late again.”

“Good,” Kennedy said as she began to release Josslyn from the spanking bench. Once her sister stood, she picked up the paddle, gently took her twin by the arm, and led her over to a bare patch of stone wall. “Back against the wall, squat with your arms out in front of you, palms up.”

“Yes, Miss Kennedy,” Josslyn got into position. The smooth, cool stone felt wonderful against her back. She only wished she could press her ass against it for some temporary relief from the burning sensation left by the paddle. Kennedy said nothing to her as she went to a cabinet and came back with an old analog cooking timer. She set the dial for five minutes but did not press the button at the top to start it. Instead, she placed the paddle in Josslyn’s outstretched hands before starting the timer.

“You will remain like this until the timer goes off. Once it does, you may put the paddle back where it goes and come up stairs. You will remain naked for the rest of the day, and after dinner, you will report to Master’s office for further punishment.”

“Yes, Miss Kennedy.” Josslyn said, already starting to feel a slight burn in her arms and legs.

“Oh, and remember,” Kennedy began as she began heading for the stairs. “Master has cameras down here, so don’t think you're going to drop that and get away with it.”

Josslyn tried to focus on her breathing. The feeling of the cool smooth stone against her back, anything and everything that she could except for the burning in her arms, legs, ass, and, of course, the soft ticking of the timer. The soft ticking that seemed to echo like thunder off of the walls. With each passing second, the ticking seemed to get louder and louder until mercifully. The air was filled with the loud ding of the timer, signaling the end of the first phase of her punishment. She stood, slowly her legs shaking under her, carried the paddle back to it’s hook, placed the timer back in the cabinet that Kennedy had taken it from, and headed upstairs to take a cool shower.

After dinner, once everything was put away, Carson turned and looked at Josslyn, who was still stark naked. “My office, five minutes,” he said in an authoritative tone.

“Yes, Master,” she said before she watched him turn and leave the room. She looked at the clock on the microwave. Her heart and mind began to race as she began to wonder how her master would punish her for being late to her pony training. She began timing the walk to her master’s office in her head.

Shortly before the five minutes were up, she walked up to his office and gently knocked on the door. “Come in,” she heard Carson say. She walked in, finding him sitting behind his desk. She was suddenly very aware of her nakedness, and she felt like a schoolgirl being sent to the principal’s office. She closed the door behind her before standing in front of the desk.

He took a moment to admire her body. She looked nervous, but her hardened nipples hinted at her arousal.

“As you requested, Master, I am here for my punishment,” she said after swallowing nervously.

“Care to tell me why you were late to your training session? It’s not like it’s far from the backdoor to the stable.”

“I have no real excuse, Master, I just lost track of time.”

You know, Stable Mistress Stephanie was very displeased? She told me she wanted to whip you with more than that training whip of her’s but, she didn’t want to overstep.”

“I know she wasn’t happy with me. She gave me quite the lecture while pushing me hard today, and I know I totally deserved it.”

“Well, just so you know, I have given her my consent to whip you if you are late again.”

“I understand, Master.”

“Good, I see Kennedy did well in administering your spanking.”

“Yes she did, Master.”

“Take a look at the wall behind you.” he said, pointing in the direction of the wall behind her. She turned and saw two sheets of sandpaper sitting on the floor, sand side up. She looked at it, unsure of what he intended.

“You’re going to kneel on the sandpaper until I dismiss you,” he said as he opened the word processor on his computer, opened the book he was in the process of writing and picked up where he had left off.

“Yes, Master,” she said as she began walking towards the sandpaper.

Once she had reached the sandpaper, she knelt down her knees, feeling the coarseness of the paper immediately. Keeping her hands behind her back, she gritted her teeth and focused on a spot on the wall in front of her.

The minutes ticked by excruciatingly slowly as she tried to distract herself with anything other than the pain in her knees. She focused first on a spot on the wall in front of her, then on breathing in for four seconds, holding it for four seconds, and then exhaling for four more seconds. The whole time, she could hear Carson’s fingers tapping away at his keyboard interspersed with an occasional grumble when he would hit the wrong key or delete something.

Finally, after what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only ten minutes later, Carson looked up from his computer to see her in the same position he left her in. “You are dismissed.”

"Thank you, Master," Josslyn said as she slowly rose from the sandpaper. She wanted to move more quickly, but the soreness in her knees prevented that.

For the next hour, Carson continued to write. When he finished, he left his office and went to the kitchen to get a drink. He then went to the living room and sat on the couch.

He glanced over to the small writing desk in the corner and watched intently as Sydney worked on an assignment for her psychology class. Eventually, he turned the TV on low so he wouldn't disturb her.

Just after the nightly news ended, Sydney closed her book, leaned back in her chair, and stretched.

"Are you up for sharing my bed tonight, Sydney?" he asked.

She spun in her chair, facing him as best that it would allow. She looked at him with a devilish smile. "Of course, Master."

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Alex and Carson have a private dinner

B) Monica continues her puppy training

C) Kennedy gets to choose one of the other girls to dom while Carson and Alex observe. Which girl?

D) Something else, what?