birch whipped by Slut bambi
Princess Kali had warned me ahead of time that She intended to test my wimpy pain limits when i showed up for my next slave-training session at Her New Dungeon. She was extremely annoyed with Her slave for stupidly posting messages on the web about Her New Palace, before She Herself had spoken about it. i had been specially privileged with this Royal Information because She had required me to join Her crew of slave laborers to paint the new space recently. Mistress informed me that it was very important for Her to teach me a hard lesson this time due to the severity of the infraction. Upon arrival at Her Palace, i handed Mistress a dozen birch-branch switches which i had just pruned for Her in the woods. By the end of the evening, i would learn that birch switches need to be carefully trimmed to remove sharp edges, which might break a slave's skin unintentionally. Princess is always looking for just such "teachable moments" for Her slaves in their training, and the painful whipping She bestowed upon me that evening was fresh in my mind as i went out in the woods to cut fresh switches for Her this morning. Princess Kali has directed me to keep Her regularly supplied with fresh birch branches, as She likes them when their are springy and stingy. This requires pruning them from young, healthy birch trees, which thankfully are in plentiful supply here in the mountains, The trees don't mind this a bit of course, they simply grow taller rather than wider if they are pruned. The natural shape of the branch sure does leave nice whip marks on a slave's skin though, and Princess Kali commented at the end of evening that She liked how my pale white skin marked-up She told me to take pictures of my striped ass each day of the following week and send them to Her, so that She could observe the results of Her birch-whipping. For anyone who has not felt them, let me tell you birch switches are very painful, and in the hands of a playful and sadistic Goddess such as Princess Kali, they can induce sheer terror in a slave. Mistress was however merciful and granted me a soft-safe word for this corporal punishment session, as She knows that i am a pain wimp compared to some of Her other servants. Appropriately enough, She informed to call out "please have mercy Goddess i am a WIMP" if the pain of Her birch-whipping became unbearable. i actually managed to endure the birch-whipping without calling out, and was beginning to relax a bit when Princess decided to whip my back with a cat-tail. She first had me twirl around a dozen times as She wrapped my torso in plastic, as a precaution against breaking the skin. She then proceeded to whip my harder and harder, until i finally cried out for relief. Mistress did indeed grant me mercy, but not before making me recite the lesson to be learned: slaves never speak ahead of, or instead of, the One and Only Princess Kali.