AI art by me.

The room grew silent as Bebe bent over the back of the cushioned chair.

“Why are you here?” Her Dom asked.

“Because I didn’t obey a rule we had set, Sir.” She answered.  She was naked except for her collar.

“What rule was that?” He asked.

She sighed softly.  “I knew it was a rule not to wear panties except without permission.  I went ahead and wore some without asking you.”

“That’s correct, and how did I have to find out about this?” His voice betrayed his disappointment.

That tone hurt more than what was about to happen!  “You noticed the panty lines on my skin, Sir.  I did confess once confronted.”  She added.

“True, but you meant to try and trick me and not tell me, didn’t you?” He said, and she felt the tap of his thick, black belt against her naked ass cheeks.

“Yes, Sir.”  She whimpered.

“And…?” He kept tapping.

“That means I was lying by omission, Sir.” She bit her lower lip.

“What is the punishment for disobedience we agreed upon long ago?” He asked her.

She swallowed.  “Paddled, strapped, or whipped until you believe I’ve learned my lesson, Sir.  I am not allowed colors or a safeword.  I knew this, and I again accept this.” This was for the others in the room.

It was a wicked idea of her master to have a Punishment Party.  There were two other couples there whom they knew very well.  All three Doms were male with female submissives.  All the Doms were Sadists, and their subs were Masochists.  Bebe was going first.

“Thank you for owning that, little slut.” Her Dom/Master told her.

She smiled slightly. “You’re welcome, Sir.”

He sighed.  “And for lying?”

She shuddered.  “A soaped mouth either before, during, or after the punishment, Sir.”

“Mmmhmm…and what did we both decide on when I gave you the three options?” He asked.

Bebe was grateful, so grateful her master allowed her a voice in her punishments.  There were a lot who didn’t.  “I chose to bite down on a bar of soap while you punish me, Master.” She switched titles because she was feeling more and more submissive and compliant to him.  She always did at times like this.

“Open.” He commanded.

Bebe closed her eyes and opened her mouth.  Master didn’t thrust it in, but firmly pushed the bar of soap into her mouth.  The acrid, biting taste began to make her mouth fill with spit, which just made it worse.

“Bite down and pretend the bar is my cock for a five count.” He commanded.

Bebe nodded.  Her tongue began to circle the bar as she would have his cock when worshipping.  It became so horrible, and tears already sprang to her eyes.

“A naughty, lying girl gets soaped, doesn’t she?” He asked and tapped the belt once more.

She nodded miserably.  

“Every time you even begin to think of lying, I want you to remember the taste of this soap.  You will not be allowed to rinse it out until after corner time.”  He commanded.

Bebe whimpered but nodded.  All three subs were to be displayed after their punishments while the Doms chatted a little and admired their handiwork.  The small consolation Bebe would have is getting to hear the other two subs punished and vicariously live through their pain by the sounds.  She was going to be so terribly horny after all this.

The Doms had already decided that once things were done and the subs had gone through aftercare until they were back to themselves, all of them would go out to dinner somewhere with hard chairs to make the subs squirm and entertain their doms.

“Head down.  Think about ever disobeying me again.” He told her, and then the belt came down.

It was molten fire across her ass, and she shrieked as best she could through the bar of soap.  Her whipping took a while, and Bebe vowed never, ever, EVER to disobey or lie to her master again.  Lesson Learned…for now.