Taking it out on my awful ex

A role play

You want to make it up to me. The end of our relationship was truly terrible, and now you have returned to me, begging me to forgive you, saying you will do anything to make it up to me.

Anything…

I know what you want, I know how desperate you are to get it and how much I can make you pay for your behaviour

When I open the door, you appear naked. I tell you I want you to give me the best crawl you have ever given anyone. I want you to show your devotion to me, I want you to use your whole body to indicate that you want to please me. How close to the ground can you be? Don’t look at me, I want to see you crawl slowly, deliberately and with meaning towards me.

Every time you loose concentration, you look at me, you move too fast, you have to start again. I demand total, whole body attention.

You receive spanks (you have not been warmed up) for every time you fail me in this task.

I tie you to the cross, facing away from me. You are going to take what you are given. No amount of apologising can erase your discretions, you try to apologise, I take out my whip and begin to lightly strike you, and you howl. Oh dear boy, this is going to be a painful experience for you. I know your limits and I am here to push them, not to override them, but to see how much you can take. To see what an apology can look like to you.

I remind you throughout of your numerous infidelities. Of how wretched you are. Every protest you utter gets a deserved face slap. I am here to collect my dues, from your body. By the end you are marked from my hands, my whip, my cane, my flogger and my barbarous words. You are bruised and used. I have enjoyed wrecking my revenge on you, finally allowing some body worship to see if the pain beat some sense into you (spoiler, it didn’t).