Siren Whispers

Siren Song

Punishment….and Pleasure



Have you ever thought of punishment as part of pleasure?

She had not been bad

But still

She was to be punished.

She had no idea what form the punishment would take.

Would it be hot wax

Dripped slowly

Upon breasts, belly, sex…

Would she be spanked…

Or flogged…

She really had no idea

And wondering had made her




She was not a fan of pain

But he enjoyed it.

He found beauty in the pain

In her submission to it

In her submission to him

And it was that which had her on her knees


Wrists bound

…and naked.

Having no sight

Her senses were heightened

She could not see him but knew he was there.

She could feel his presence.

Could almost imagine him walking around her

Studying her

Inspecting her.

She was an open book

Her pale pages available for him to inscribe

In any way he chose.

The waiting seemed interminable.

The silence of the room

Almost holy


A hushed anticipation.

And then she felt it

The sensuous glide of leather strands

Trailing along her feet

Up her calves


Across her thighs

Sliding between her buttocks

Where it stopped.

For a heartbeat she wondered why…

And then she felt it upon her sex



Three times

Back and forth across her folds

Each time he pushed a little more insistently

Opening her to his view

The leather strands rubbing against her

Caressing her

Arousing her.

She wanted to push back against it

To feel it rougher against her softest parts

But knew she could not

Must not.

She remained still

Her arousal building.

The flogger continued on its journey upward

Along her back

Across her shoulders.

A swish back and forth

Eliciting goose bumps

Her skin sensitive to the silky strands.

She was enjoying the tingle it brought about

When suddenly she felt the sting of leather upon skin

As he brought the flogger down upon her buttocks.

She caught her breath

The biting, burning pain catching her off guard.

She tried to think

But she couldn’t

Her mind locked onto the pain

It claiming her senses.

Again and again the flogger came down

Leaving a network of thin pink lines across her pale skin.

He alternated between back and buttocks

The flogger at times coming down upon her sex

The sting of the strands initiating a heat of its own within her core.

With each bite of leather she bit her lip to keep from crying out

Tears welling at the edges of her eyes.

She struggled to count down the strokes

Her voice catching as she absorbed the pain.

And then…

It stopped.

She felt his hands smoothing over her back

Her buttocks

Her hips.

Admiring his handiwork.

He pulled her against him

His fingers finding evidence of her arousal

As he whispered in her ear,

“Good girl”

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Author: sirensong1208

I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.

23 thoughts on “Punishment….and Pleasure

  1. Wholly Hell, that is HOT!!!! Been there, done that, LOVED IT!!!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. I wish I could hit ‘like’ on this a thousand more times!

    xx bratt

    Liked by 1 person

  3. fantastic and dare I say smokin hawt ❤
    xx Paris

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Hot, hot, hot! Such a lovely image you paint.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Very hot, deliciously erotic, and beautifully written, wow!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Reblogged this on Close To His Edge and commented:
    Master? Please.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Now that is a story 😀
    And what is wrong with some pleasurable punishment and a good looking after 😛
    Haha thank you I do love this you are right.

    Liked by 1 person

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