Letters from a Submissive - 4

Dear Former Master,
I am having a wonderful time in America and my Master will be contacting you soon about my visit to England. He wants me to spend some time with you and I am looking forward to the trip.
I have again been looking through my diaries and scrapbooks and I thought that I would write about the first time you really got angry with me and the consequences. Do you remember that I had been shopping - always shopping - and bought some stupid clothes which were quite unsuitable for me. When I came home I tried to hide them and when you found them in a cupboard you became very angry and told me that you would deal with me VERY firmly.
That was the last I heard of it that day and as you said nothing more I became more and more apprehensive wondering what was to happen. When we went to bed you told me that I was to sleep in my own bed and that I was to present myself to you at six o'clock the next morning with the strap. You warned me that I would receive one stroke EXTRA for every minute I was late. When I went to bed I was thinking of the next day and what was to happen.
I woke up at half past five and my body was already tingling in anticipation of what the day would bring. I had a shower and at six o'clock was standing by your bed with the strap in both hands. You told me to present myself at the end of the bed and I bent over with my nightdress raised ready to receive the strap. Your hand landed with the first 'CRACK' on my bum and I knew that the day had began. For several minutes you spanked me with your hand before twenty with the strap. I could tell that you were holding back and the strokes were more a caress. You then told me to prepare breakfast. After breakfast I stood in front of you and you told me that I was to dress in the ridiculous clothes I had bought and return to your office. I always remember your answers when I returned. You told me that I had disgraced myself and would be punished to my limit. During the day I would receive unlimited strokes with the various instruments at unspecified times and I must be prepared for pain beyond any that I had endured before. I confirmed that I understood and you told me to remove the clothes, put them in the dustbin and then come back to the office and bend over the small A-frame and wait for you. I disposed of the clothes, walked into the office and sure enough the A-frame was ready with a cushion on top and restraints for my hands and feet. I bent over it and waited for your arrival. I heard your footsteps and then you bent down beside me to fasten my hands and feet to the frame. I knew now that this was to be special!
You took up the wooden paddle drilled with holes - the most fearsome of the instruments - and told me that I would receive twenty strokes. This was twice what I had ever received before and I knew that it would hurt dreadfully. I promised myself that I would not cry out and waited for the first stroke. The pain as it landed was intense and the force took my breath away. The second followed and its impact was not lessened as it landed higher. The third overlapped and the next three landed sharply on the area already sore. You stopped and left the room while the pain coursed through me and the warm erotic emotion which such punishment always gave me welled up. I knew that I wanted to frig myself but, strapped down as I was, I could not touch my clitoris. When you returned you massaged my bum and felt between my legs before taking up the paddle again. The wait had given the pain time to build and the next six strokes seemed to search me out and find every place it was possible to hurt. Again you stopped and after massaging my bum you unfasted me and told me to stand up. I stood before you looking into your eyes and saw only love and compassion as you told me that this was for my own good. Did I understand? I said that yes I did and would accept everything I was given. You sent me to the corner and left me standing there for an hour or more while you got on with your writing.
After an interval you called me forward and inspected my bum. The paddle had raised blisters where the edges of the holes had landed but I knew that there was more to come. I was told to return to the A-frame and position myself ready for the cane. As soon as I was in position and fastened down you started. This was one of your punishment canes and from the first stroke I knew that I was in for a painful time. The first stroke of the cane landed on some of the blisters and broke them and added to my agony. You showed me no mercy and the two dozen strokes seemed to search out the innermost recesses of my courage. I would not give in and finally the last stroke fell and you released me. I looked at my bum and could see that although the pain was great the actual damage was not high and I was sure that later in the day I could expect more. I turned towards you hugging and kissing you as I tried to show that even this punishment had not diminished my love for you. I cooked lunch and stood to eat it, as I was too sore to sit, while you talked about the day's news. My mind could not take in much of what you said for as I felt my weals I could tell the they were tightening up leaving raised marks. It was evening before you called me to you again. You told me to face away so that you could inspect my bum and then told me that I was to receive a final two dozen strokes with the punishment cane. I was to go to the office and wait and you would join me.
I walked as though I was going to execution although I knew from experience that the pain would pass and I would soon be again in your favour. Eventually you arrived bringing the long punishment cane. You told me to position myself over the A-frame and this time I would NOT be fastened down but I was not to move as any standing up would mean that the stroke was repeated. I bent over and gripped the bottom of the frame tightly as I waited. You took up your position and I heard the whistle as the cane came down before I wanted to scream out in agony. The new strokes built of the earlier ones and caused me pain which was so agonising that I did not believe I could stand it. But by now I had learned how to retreat into myself and almost stand aside as though it was not me being caned. Eentually the last stroke was applied and I was crying with relief as you stood me up and took me in your arms. I promised that I would never let you down again or deserve such punishment.
This night pain was followed by pleasure as we retired to your bed and our love was more passionate than ever before. With my love and wonderful memories I will write again soon.
Angela