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by: Sir Wolfr1 2001 There was no joy or eagerness in her step, she knew well the shame she bore The flogging which lay before her, she knew would be no play room game But rather a punishment most bitter in payment for the Master's trust she had maimed She lay out the tools of his craft, crop, flogger, paddle and oar And knew the bitter sweet bite of each, as she had felt them often enough before She removed her cloths and folded them neatly upon the chair Placed the restraints upon ankles and wrists and looked up upon the stairs She waited for her Master to enter through the door She thought back upon her crimes as each chilled her to her core Being rude to other Doms and fought with other subs Was rude, loud, drunk and unsubmissive, her backside with wrong she began to rub As Master came into the room to the X frame she did go Of whatever else she may be guilty of, rebellions her Master would never know Placed herself in the position there upon the frame Trembled as he did nothing, neither touched her nor spoke her name At last she felt his hot breath behind her as he looked upon the toys laid out She yearned for him to strike her, to yell or scream of shout To bring down upon her waves of pain to wash away her sin She trembled but kept her eyes downcast as she waited for this night of shame to begin At last he said so softly that she had to strain herself to hear "My pet when I placed this collar upon your neck, my collar which I know you hold so dear I also gave you my honor to just as proudly wear That you would stain it with your words and deeds is near more that I can bare" With a start her hand went to her neck and from her lips escaped a soft unheard moan She tried to calm the fears inside her soul as she wondered what bitter harvest she had sown "No my pet" said her Master as he understood what she thought "Your collar stay upon your neck, that is not the punishment you have brought For you have soiled and stained my honor pet but the punishment you seek and crave Is to know that of you my dearest one, of you I am ashamed" Without another word he strode from the room as she fell upon her knees No whip, no crop, no punishment with which she could pay for her misdeeds The tears came of their own accord, she could not hold them in That her Master was ashamed of her she knew was her greatest sin Never had she felt such pain, not from flogger, oar or crop The tears fell like a soft spring rain as if never more to stop Then she realized the truth of it, be ye princess slave or slut The spoken word of one you love contains the deepest cut 
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