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	The bright summers sun was hidden from her as her Master covered her downcast eyes with a strong leather blindfold. she was kneeling on the soft warm summer grass at the bottom of their large garden. The garden had been so badly overgrown when they had moved there just two years previous, that only with the imagination of a gardener, could they see the potential of what they could make. A garden, had been the only request that the submissive had made when they had started house hunting. They had rented houses since moving in together, but felt it was time to get their own place. “No neighbours, well none close enough to hear your screams,” the Master had joked as they chatted over where and what they wanted. “An office is a must,” he had continued. This made sense as they both now spent more and more time working from home. Then a smile spread over His face, “and of course room for a dungeon,” the smile gave way to a laugh, “the look on your face” He said kindly, “anyone would think you hated the thought of it”. His submissive could not keep a straight face now either, it had been a dream since moving into the small Mews house which had been their first home together. We live in the smallest house in Britain they had joked, and only when others visited did they see it was no joke, but they had loved that house, their first home. she felt thick leather cuffs, being placed around her wrist and then joined behind her back. she shuffled on the grass, as her knees started to ache. “You can get up soon” her Masters voice, firm but kind. yes He knew that kneeling for to long hurt his sweet submissive, and that was not the idea. she had done wrong, she had disobeyed a direct order; she needed to be taught, but not through aching knees. He looked back up to the cottage; yes the side gate was shut. That meant that there was no way any unexpected visitors could surprise them. The isolation of the cottage was what made them first decided to view it, the description and picture had left a lot to be desired, but as soon as they saw Beehive Cottage, they knew it was for them. The only access was down a small dirt road, which had many large holes and needed some manoeuvring so as not to break the exhaust. Beehive cottage was a single storey, with shuttered windows, and a thatched roof. The bad state of repair hid all its beauty. Master and his submissive, had stood at the broken gate looking at it. The estate agent quickly gabbled on about the potential, and what a low price it was. The price was low, much lower than anything else they had looked at. Slowly they walked around the cottage. The kitchen was big, but with no fitted cupboards, the only thing was a large broken sink with a dripping tap, and a dirt covered range. The lounge was like a builders yard, the estate agent explaining how the present owners had bought it to renovate, but because of personal problems had not really started. Not really started was an under- statement, there was wood piled up along one wall, and the other walls all seemed to have had large holes hammered out of the plaster. The bedrooms were no better. There were three, all good sizes, but the one that had caught the Masters eye looked out on the garden. He looked at it again, and pictured it with a conservatory leading straight into the garden it would be a perfect office. The estate agent opened a door but did not continue any further. “There is a small cellar” he said. The estate agent went to close the door but Master was already moving to take a closer look. Yes it was dark, but surprisingly it was not damp. He smiled, a perfect dungeon. Master had looked around to see what submissive had thought of the cellar, but she was not to be seen. He went back up into the cottage; it only took him a moment to spot her standing in the middle of the overgrown garden. He knew as he looked out on her that she had already fallen in love with Beehive cottage. He watched her as she walked down to the bottom of the long garden letting her hand trail in the grass that came up to her hips. she twirled around like a little girl. It was decided, the cottage did have the potential to be their perfect home, but it was the look in his submissives eyes that had clinched it. “Stand”. The Masters voice seemed to break into the silence of the submissive's thoughts. she had thought she knew best, she had taken it on herself to go off in to the village even though Master had ordered her not to drive the Landrover until he had had it checked out. The day before Master had been driving it when the clutch had stuck. He did not want to put his submissive at risk. Why had she not listened, she let her head bow lower, her Master had always put her safety and best interests first, she was his most precious possession. But she had wanted to go to the village; she had wanted to make a special meal as a surprise. At the time it seemed so silly not to use the Landrover as she had only wanted to go the few miles to get some groceries, but Master had told her not to. He had actually said. “submissive, do not use the Landrover, under any circumstances, this is an order, do you understand?”. Master had learnt that unless he made it perfectly clear to submissive she would find a way around what he had said, she was not bad, just strong minded. That was one of the things that had attracted him to her, she was no doormat, she was bright intelligent and fun. submissive thought back to how the clutch had stuck down, as she turned onto Woodend Lane and how she was unable to get it into gear. she had felt the panic building inside her as she realised that if she stayed here on this single track lane no one would be able to pass, but worse of all was that no one coming the other way would be able to see her until to late. she kicked down on the clutch but nothing happened, The Landrover had slowed to a crawl as the lane started to climb and she had looked desperately for some way of getting off the road but it was too late. she had felt the impact from behind before she had seen the van, she felt the Landrover jerk forward and then every thing was a blur. Her wrist cuffs were untied and brought in front of her, and she was led slowly to the big old apple tree that dominated this corner of their garden. Her arms were brought around the tree and fastened together once more. she felt the bark of the tree rough against her naked body, she felt the dappled sun on her back, but most of all she felt the knot deep in the pit of her stomach. she had let her Master down. she had not been hurt in the Landrover, she was lucky the van had not been travelling fast, and the driver was a local farmer. He had used his mobile to phone Master who was on his way back from the nearest town some 20 miles away. The farmer had luckily taken charge as submissive had, in the farmers words, looked like she was either going to go hysterical or pass out. The farmer had a tractor there within minutes, and the Landrover was towed to his farm, which was closer than the cottage. The van except for a dent in the bumper was undamaged and so was driven behind. submissive was sitting in the large farm kitchen drinking hot and far too sweet tea when Master arrived looking worried sick. After, checking His submissive was ok; he had turned to the farmer and thanked him for all his help and for looking after submissive. The farmer was only happy that the young woman as he called her had not been hurt, and was even more pleased to have met the couple that had moved into Beehive cottage. “Nice place that” the farmer had said, “shame it was left in such a mess, you two are doing a good job”. The farmer had continued chatting to Master for some time, the Master finding out that they had, unknown to themselves, got a reputation in the area. It seemed that the locals thought them to be “city folk” at first, but after seeing the work they put in to cottage it had confirmed that they were indeed not “city folk”. It seemed that the locals liked what they were doing to Beehive cottage, and had worried that it was to be used as a weekend cottage and not a real home. Once Master had safely brought submissive home to Beehive cottage, she felt all the strength she had mustered drain from her. As her Masters arms engulfed her, so did all her fears of what might have happened. submissive sobbed on her Masters shoulder, she had been so scared and she knew she had been so foolish. But now she was safe in her Master’s arms. It had taken her some time to calm down.  And for the rest of the evening Master had cared for her, giving her all the love and support she had needed. It was the next day when Master had asked for her to come to him, she had realised the seriousness of disobeying her Masters order. she had somehow thought that being scared had been punishment enough, but would not say so to Master. He had talked so calmly about how he cared for her and how he loved her, the more he talked the worse she felt. It was as if he could read her thoughts. “You were foolish, and you were punished by the accident which I know scared you” then he continued, “but you disobeyed a direct order submissive, you give me your life, so let me care for you”. A tear had escaped from her downcast eyes as she felt the weight of what she had done creep across her. Master had cradled her chin in his strong hands and looked deep into her sad eyes. “I should punish you”. His words were not unkind, “yes Sir” her voice was weak and sad. she loved her Master as she loved the life they lived, how could she have let him down so much. “submissive” he continued “you know you have done wrong, you are punishing yourself more than I can punish you”. she looked up into His face, his eyes were kind and full of love. “It’s a beautiful day submissive, shall we go into the garden and play?”.  A smile spread across her face, “Sir?  But I did…..” a finger across her lips told her no more talk was needed. she felt her Masters breath on the back of her neck, as his hand wandered down over her body, caressing her buttocks. “So is this play or punishment?” He spoke teasingly. He knew his submissive so well, he knew the games she loved and yes, this was play, but the teasing of punishment would heighten it. “What shall I do to you my sweet, naughty submissive?” she wanted to argue but bit back her words. she was getting very aroused, as being naked out of doors had always excited her. Sex outdoors had always turned her on, but playing the games they did outdoors was better than she could ever of fantasised about. “Your looking far too comfortable, my bad submissive” he continued. “Let me see” He pushed her legs apart, “yes I think a leg spreader may be called for” As Master attached the leg spreader, she clung onto the tree trunk, the bark digging into her soft flesh. Her ample breasts were pressed hard on the tree, crushing her erect nipples. she gasped, fearing she would stumble as the spreader was attached, but she need not have worried. Master knew how to keep his submissive safe during play. “That’s better,” he continued as he stood back and admired his submissive.  Her legs held apart revealing a slight glisten, where her love juices had already started to flow. Her back dappled with sunlight, which managed to break through the canopy of leaves, looked smooth and clear. “I have been neglecting you my submissive” he said letting his hand wander over her bare flesh. “Not a mark in sight. What is this? Are you getting tough in your old age, or am I getting soft?” His voice was playful, but submissive could not resist rising to the teasing. “Oohhh you, who you calling old?” A SLAP silenced her “YOU!  is that your Master you are referring to as YOU?” his hand falling on her right buttock again. “Yes Sir, sorry” her voice was filled with defiance. He smiled, “submissive, is that defiance I hear in your voice?” “No Sir” she answered quickly, trying to keep her tone clear. “ I think there is definite defiance there, you are a bad girl” she could not resist it, she knew she shouldn't, but still answered “So I am a girl now?” The words were out before she could stop them. This type of banter had often been a part of their play. They were both quick witted and often the banter that was supposed to take them into the realms of BDSM sexual play could often end in total laughter. “Hmm, a gag I think” He said. she let out a gasp. All the play, all the toys, but the only one that brought real fear to her was a gag.  she could when needed manage a bit, but ball gags were her most feared item. “NO, I could not hear you begging for forgiveness if you are wearing a ball gag, and I think you just may need to beg” again his voice held a  teasing tone. All went quiet, submissive could hear her own breathing, now quickening with a mixture of excitement, anticipation and the fear of what was to come. she never feared her Master, she knew he would never push her beyond her limits, but it was those limits that were so often exceeded with the love and guidance of her Master that scared her. What was he doing, she strained her ears, moving her face away from the tree. But letting it fall back. How come the one big tree in the garden was just wide enough for her arms to fit around? she sighed. “So who is the Master around here my submissive?” “You are Sir,” she answered quickly but with no respect in her voice. “I think someone is not as sure as the words she says?” she held her breath expecting to feel her Masters hand or the toy of his choice, but instead she felt a gentle shock across her back, “AAAAHhhhh” a split second later she felt the sharp sting of the nettles. “NO SIR. Please Sir”. He stood looking at his submissive, hearing her voice rise with the pain and realisation of what he had done. Her body contorting trying to escape the pain. Again he stroked her back with the freshly cut nettles. she cried out, her body moving from side to side, her muscles tensing with the touch of the nettles. Her Master continues, now stroking the nettles across her naked arse, “AAAAAHAHHAHAHHHH NOOOO” her body twitches and moves from side to side as she tries to avoid further torture. “But submissive” her Master continues, “you know how to stop this don't you?” Again he strokes her twitching buttocks “AAAhh My safeword Sir?” she asks, knowing too well that she would never use it in this situation. “No submissive, I think you must be enjoying this” He lets the nettles stroke over her back once more, the little white lumps now showing clearly were the nettles had stung. “Sir how? How can i…Aahhhh Sir?” The Master let a hand roam between his submissives opened legs, feeling the juices that are now freely flowing. “Well submissive you are so turned on. I think you really are enjoying this,”   “NO Sir,” she wriggles defiantly trying to pull her wetted love away from her Master “But this tells me different” he says as he dives two fingers into her aroused pussy, at the same time as he lets the nettles fall across her back. “Aaaaahhhh oooohhhhh”she lets out a cry of sensual pain. As the wetness trickles down her Masters hand he works her with one hand, moving in and out, stimulating her. He drops the nettles but still with the leather glove that was to protect him from the nettles, he strokes over her nettled back and arse. “So my submissive this does turns you on”, “no Sir, stop Sir it hurts”.  Her words however are not sincere as she is now moving down on her Master fingers as he works her love, three fingers gliding in with no effort as she is so turned on. The leather on her back stimulating the stings, making them go from pain to sensual tingles. she feels her breasts crushed and scraped by the bark of the tree, she feels her legs spread wide and she throws her head back. “ OH Master, I love you” her words are true. He stops all his movements and steps back. “See my submissive that was easy to stop, all you had to do was call me Master”. He watches as her shoulders slumps, a smile crossing his face. she wants more, much more he could see that and he knew her so well. “submissive you want more” it was a statement rather than a question “me Sir, want more wicked cruel pain?” her voice was filled with sexual play. He started rubbing doc leaves over her back and buttocks, roughly, the green streaks starting to mix in with the redness. “OUCH” she complained, “that’s not nice” “you prefer more of the other then?” he played with her. He bit her neck gently, “or do you want a little of this?” He let his teeth play on her neck, ear and shoulders, her body melting between her Master and the tree. As her Masters leather gloved hand found her clit, she jerked as he started to stimulate it. “Nice submissive?” she let out a groan of pleasure, “but you are a bad girl, if I remember you are the submissive who can not obey orders” he teased, all the time stimulating her clit. “Oh Sir please you know I'm sorry” she continued her words broken by her passion “ you, sssaid, this …was..Ahh.. not  punishment” her voice rising with excitement. “Did I submissive? Well as I am the Master I can change my mind”. Again it was play, again it was teasing. And again she rose to the bait “that’s not fair” she spat out as she almost came. He stopped and walked a few steps away. she sighed and started moving her head trying to find were he was. He stood watching her, he could see the glistening between her legs now trickling down her thighs, the nettle stings had all but gone. He had made sure there was plenty of doc leafs ready to deaden the stings. SWOOSH. she heard it before she felt it. It was not too hard, but hard enough to send a shock wave of sensual pain through her body.   Before she could recover, he let the cane fall on her rounded buttocks once more. “MMmmm” she sighed, the cane was one of her favourite toys. And her Master knew just how to administer it, how to build up the warmth how to build up the pleasure. These however were harder than they would normally start, but the nettles has turned her on so much that Master knew she could take it. The steady rhythmic caning continued, as Master moved from one side to the other, spreading the warmth over her buttocks and thighs, taking the extra time on the sweet spot where the legs meet the bottom. submissive leaned heavily against the tree, letting out only a gently sigh or groan from time to time, the rhythmic caning relaxing her so deeply. Master moved up to her back, moving more gently now. Her back could not take as much as her bottom but he kept the rhythm all the time, as he worked the cane across her back to one shoulder then the other. submissive wriggled as her shoulders got used to the pain and the warmth spreading across her back. How long her Master caned her, submissive did not know, but the wonderful sensual calm that spread within her eased all the pain and upset that she had stored up in the pit of her stomach from the day before. As Master saw his beautiful submissive relax totally, as the redness and warmth built up he knew he had made the right decision.  He had laid awake the previous night watching his submissive sleep restlessly. He had cradled her in his arms but still as soon as sleep came, so did the worry of what might have happened. submissive gave the appearance of a strong woman, especially in her work, but Master knew how sensitive she was, how something that others would shake off she would take to heart.  Over the years Master had learnt how to help her cope with her uncertainties, helped her to grow in confidence, He was so proud of all she had achieved. Submissives whole body now relaxed and hung from the tree, Master gently released the leg spreader, helping submissive to stand more easily. He kissed her neck and told her how much he loved her, as he untied the cuffs, letting her fall into His arms and gently he laid her on the cool grass. The coolness on the grass on her reddened back and bottom felt wonderful and she let out a groan of pleasure, Master laid with her, cradling his still blindfolded submissive in his arms. “I love, my submissive” his words were full of truth.  Slowly Masters hands started to stroke the firm erect nipples, submissive hardly moved, so relaxed was she from the caning, but a slight smile spread on her face. “Thank you Master” her voice was that of one in a dream, he lowered his head and gently took a nipple into his mouth rolling it gently in his teeth and then increasing the pressure. The submissive let out a groan of pleasure; “so you are still with me submissive, not gone swanning off into subspace”. His comment was not for answering.  He so wanted to make love to her, He so wanted to keep playing, but that was not why He had brought his submissive into the garden. she had needed to be released from the guilt and the worry of what had happened the day before. “submissive,” he started, his voice calm and full of love “yesterday you disobeyed a direct order.” “Yes Sir” her voice was weak, almost a whisper. He put a finger across her lips to stop the apologies that he knew she was going to start. “Just listen my love,” he continued. “In disobeying you put yourself at risk.  Since the accident yesterday morning you have punished yourself, you have not smiled, you have not slept and you cannot put it behind you.  submissive, you want me to punish you?” He closed his eyes as he said the words. He was her Master and he loved her with all his heart and punishing her was so hard, but he knew His submissive and knew that a quick sharp punishment would stop the guilt from eating her inside. He had not said it as a question, it was meant as a statement of fact, but submissive answered. “Yes Sir” her voice was calm. she lay silent on the grass, the blindfold still in place, the wrist cuffs still around her wrists. she was beautiful, and he loved her so much. He took a deep breath; he had played with submissive first, wanting her to be relaxed, so that the punishment would not be as hard as it would've been taken from cold. He rolled his submissive over onto her stomach, revealing her reddened back, buttock and thighs. she moved as if to get up, but a hand on her back told her to stay lying down.  she put her hands under her head, her breathing had quickened a little, but she was still calm. she wanted this; she knew that it was the easiest way for her to move on. she knew that she had done wrong. she held her breath straining to hear what Master was doing. she did not have to wait long as he was kneeling besides her, “lift your stomach submissive, I want to raise your bottom.” she did as ordered and two large cushions were placed under her, raising her buttocks. Next she felt her legs being tied together, Master was now quite an expert with rope, unlike when they first had met. Her legs were then tied to the tree so she was unable to move them at all but she wriggled a little more to check how she was tied. “Still” Masters voice broke into her thoughts and she felt her breath quickening. Her legs were tied tight and then her arms were taken in front of her and a pillow placed under her head. At first she was unsure how Master was tying her arms but then she realised that he was attaching her wrist cuffs to the leg spreader he had used earlier, but she was still unsure of where they had been fixed. Master looked down at his helpless submissive, her ankles bound almost to the knee with strong white rope, which in turn had been tied around the large old apple tree. Her bottom raised by the cushions was still red, it looked so smooth and appealing, her back falling forward now more pink than red, her hair falling over her blindfolded face. Gently he bent and stroked the hair back.  Her arms stretched out in front of her, attached to a leg spreader that had been attached around a tree stump some way off. He walked over and checked that the rope would not move and then went back to his submissive. “You did wrong my submissive, you disobeyed an order” his voice was strong but not unkind “you put your self at risk. I want you to know I love you,” his checked himself before continuing, not wanting to show emotion in his voice. “This will be short and sharp, submissive, then the incident will be over, do you understand?” “Yes Sir” there was a slight shake in her voice. “Do you accept this my submissive?” he asked “Yes Sir, I submit to what you are about to give me.” His heart sank at her words. Pain during play was wonderful, but pain for punishment was hard. He knew this was for her best, but that still did not make it any easier. SWOOSSHHH ….thud… the largest of their canes hit hard and true on her raised buttocks, sending shock waves through her body, taking her breath away. Before a sound was released from her lips, SWOOSSSHHH ….thud. The second landed, her body jerked and a gasp of pain left her lips, she had just taken a deep breath in, when the third, as strong as the others landed with a searing pain. submissive let out a loud cry into the pillow that had cradled her head, muffling the sound. Her buttocks twitched as long white uniform lines were now visibly raised on her poor buttocks. Again she heard the SWOOOSH before the impact, she held her breath. The pain no longer just on her buttocks it seemed to fill her whole being. she screamed into the pillow, not for it to stop, but to help release the searing pain now racking her whole body. Her breath now came in pants, her whole body tense, fighting against her restraints. THUD, she did not hear the swish of the cane her own screams had drowned it out, she held her head up of the pillow and let out a agonizing cry as the final stroke was delivered. Her body twitched, she gasped for breath, she struggled hard but not for release from her restraints but from the pain. As her breathing slowed, so she lay still. Her legs still gave an occasional involuntary twitch. Her breathing was hard. Master dropped the cane, tears in his eyes as he looked at the white uniformed lines across his beautiful submissive bottom. He had tried to close his ears from her cries, had tried to keep a rhythm and had tried to get it over with a quick as possible, but he knew he needed to give her a second or two to catch her breath. He knew if he administered them to fast he may not be as accurate and that was dangerous. But most of all he knew it had to be done. And now it was over, a bead of sweat ran down his face. submissive felt the gentle hand of her Master rubbing arnica cream onto her buttocks. “Over now my sweet” his words, so full of love, made submissive give out a sob as she buried her head into the pillow and her shoulders started to jerk as one sob then another came. Quickly and with skill Master released his submissive’s hands and lifting her onto his lap, her legs still tied, he lifted her blindfold. Tears filled her green eyes, “I love you” was all he could say as he rocked his love in his arms like a baby, while she sobbed. The morning sun now intensifying as it rose in the sky warmed her, until her sobs lessened and the sleep that would not come the night before took her. Gently her Master laid her on the grass cradling her head with a pillow. Gently he untied her legs, and took off her cuffs and then, after erecting the garden parasol to keep the midday sun off them, he too lay down, but he did not sleep. He watched over his love, his submissive, as a tear escaped from his eye.

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