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I fucked up again, guys… and again, it was with the damn vap..

Published: September 25th 2024, 6:19:49 pm

I fucked up again, guys… and again, it was with the damn vape 😭 it seems like I hadn’t really learned my lesson when Master taught me last time. But today’s punishment, I definitely won’t forget anytime soon…

I can still feel the burn on my skin. It’s like a permanent reminder of my own disobedience. It started with something so small — a single drag from our vape without asking. It seemed harmless at the time, just a brief moment of indulgence, but deep down, I knew the price I would have to pay.

The moment I confessed, I could feel the weight of my mistake settling in. Sir didn’t need to say much. The air around us shifted, thick with tension, and I knew what was coming. Before I could even process it, his hand connected with my ass — sharp, hard, and unrelenting. I felt the heat immediately, that sting spreading through my body like fire. My heart was racing, and each slap reminded me of the weight of my disobedience. It wasn’t just the physical pain that hit me; it was the disappointment I could sense in him.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before he grabbed his phone and started recording. I knew exactly why — he wanted me to see it, to truly feel it. The red, angry imprints of his hand burned into my skin, standing out like a map of my mistakes. The pain was intense, maybe the hardest spanking I’ve ever endured, and the vulnerability of having it documented only heightened everything.

And then he asked, “What happened?” I couldn’t lie, couldn’t deflect. In that moment, all I could do was own my mistake. As I explained how I took the vape, my voice trembled — whether from pain or guilt, I don’t know. But what I do know is that this punishment… it was something I’ll never forget.

It’s strange how in moments like these, even through the pain, I feel closer to him. Every slap, every reminder of my place, is just another way of him showing me that he cares enough to correct me. My ass is still burning as I write this, and honestly, I know it’s deserved. I might not always like the consequences, but I trust him with every fiber of my being. And that’s what makes this dynamic so powerful.

I wonder how long the marks will last this time… maybe I’ll sneak a look in the mirror later, and maybe I’ll remember them every time I sit down for the next days.