Dance, yama

Monday night. Lila arrives.
She kisses my lips. i kiss her feet.
She smiles at me.
“Tonight you will be punished, dear.”
“Thank You, dearest.”
She used to torture me, but she never punished me before. If there was some debate between us, she always insisted that we sit down together, fully clad, as equals, and talk the thing over. These talks generally concluded in my admitting being wrong and kissing her feet. i love her so much that i can't bear being right on the price that she is being wrong. These times she didn't impose any punishment on me. We rather made love, without S/M play. She is that generous. Oh, i love her dearly.
Now there is a special case. i disobeyed her, making exception to her ruling without asking her, and she said i would pay for it. i fully agree with her. i must be punished.
There lies her whip on the bed. Like a snake.
“Now, strip, sweetie.”
i undress and go down on my knees before Lila, naked. She takes the whip. She is still smiling at me.
“Well, how many real strokes you got in online play, you naughty little girl?”
“10 slaps in my face”, i confess. “Then 100 strokes on my ass with a wet belt.”
She puts the handle of the whip under my chin, lifting my face.
“Have I or have I not forbidden to you accepting real physical punishments online?”
“You have, dear.”
I feel a great shame for my behavior. It seems inexcusable now.
“Did you ask my permission?”
She is still smiling, but i have tears in my eyes. i messed up my account, forgetting my password and the email address i used, and when i confessed it i offered myself to the moderators to punish. Of course they didn't, but a play developed where i got punished, and it seemed a question of honor to execute my punishments on myself. i did. i left Lila fully out of the process.
“No, dear”, i reply in a soft voice. “i didn't ask you. i am sorry.”
“I dare say you are sorry now, watching the whip at close distance. But please tell me, are you guilty?”
“Yes, darling. i am guilty.”
“Thanks, sweetie, it is clear now. And how about that extra 500 you mentioned?”
“Madam MELY, who imposed on me the 100 strokes with a wet belt, said that if she knew i would endure the 100, probably she would have added another 500.”
“And you, naughty child?”
“I said i wished she did, it would have drawn blood.”
“So you accepted it, my pet.”
She smiles at me, and suddenly i realize that we are in a game. She enjoys questioning me, it is an excellent humiliation play, but she isn't angry with me at all. i could explain that the 500 wasn't intended seriously, but i don't. Why destroy the game?
“Yes, dear. i accepted it.”
She is laughing. How i love her laugh.
“So, my little one, it seems you are guilty in 610 strokes you were forbidden to accept and accepted in spite of that, without my permission. Is it right?”
“Exactly, dear.”
“So as adequate punishment, I reckon, you must get 610 strokes. One for each. It seems to me conservative and moderate. Do you agree, pet?”
I am dumb. 610 strokes? With Lila's whip? It is a severe instrument. Does she want to kill me?
I have no time to ponder. Lila isn't waiting for my reply, puts the whip down, then lifts her hand –
SMACK! She slaps my left cheek.
SMACK! She slaps my right cheek.
My head is swaying like a pendulum. I put my hands behind my back, making myself helpless against the punishing hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I bite my tongue. My teeth wound my gum. i taste blood.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
i try to stutter a "Thank You" through my tears, but the slaps make it impossible.
SMACK! SMACK!
“It is ten, you naughty girl, isn't it?”
i really don't know. For me it seemed fifty.
SMACK! SMACK!
“The two extras are from me”, Lila explains. “A free gift for you, dear.”
The familiar sweet mockery puts me at my ease. I can smile now.
“Thank You, lady. So it was for the slaps?”
“Of course they were for your illegal slaps.”
“Mine weren't so vigorous”, i risk to say.
“Then you didn't punish yourself right.You deserve extra punishment for that, don't you?”
i needed just that.
“Oh, dear, i do.”
SMACK! SMACK!
I taste blood again. My tongue is hurting like hell.
“Are you content?”, Lila asks me mockingly.
“Oh, yes, dear. Thank You.”
“Good. Now stand up, bend over and grab your ankles.”
And she takes the whip again.
“There is 600 left, right?”
“Yes, there is.”
Her whip isn't a joke, but now i feel sure she won't kill me. i didn't think she would really, but there was an appearance. She created it intentionally, of course.
Well, she doesn't kill me at all. I get 19 strokes on my bottom and back. It is extremely painful, i wriggle and moan and whine, but, biting my lips, i am able to refrain from too loud screams. She doesn't need the ball gag and the ropes.
i understand her intentions now. She wants to give me the 610 in separate items, and on various parts of my body.
(Why did she stop at 19? It is a strange number. Well, she is very sensitive to every move of my body, and she has an intuition when to stop. As for the pain, i could have endured more. But she sensed in me the shock of the sudden slaps, and spared me from too much. The girl is wise.)
When i have finished kissing the whip, she smiles at me again.
“Well, girlie, did you deserve it?”
“Oh, dear. i did really. i deserved even more.”
“And you will get more”, she laughs, and kisses my lips passionately.