Hanging from the rafters

First, to get the excitement out of the way: Yes it was me who was Os's Mystery Guest yesterday! I'd been waiting for a while for my pic to come up, I think it was one of the better ones, and I was going to use it for an HNT myself. Then I thought, why not send it to Os? So I did, and then it came up! Yey! Thanks to every one who commented yesterday, both on the pic I posted here and on the pic at Views from the Back Row. Also, now you may know my secret. I'm not even 21! But that's going to change in a couple of weeks. Then I'll be a big girl :) For those of you who didn't see the Mystery Guest pic yesterday, here it is again*. Now to get to the main part of my post...

Sean walked down the stairs. As I stood at the doorway to the bedroom, he looked back at me, smiled at my naked body and told me, "Get your cuffs". I scurried off to find them. As I emerged from the bedroom, strapping my cuffs round my wrists, my eyes widened in wonder. Sean had found the dog chains and had one of them looped around the banister. The chain dangled down to the stairs below. Just what was he planning?

He looked up at me from one of the lower stairs, and motioned for me to come see him. I smiled when I saw what he had set up. The chain dangled at just the right height for me to reach when standing on the ground floor. He told me to raise my hands, and I did so, standing on the bottom step. He brushed against me, my nostrils filling with the smell of fresh sweat. Mmmm. Within no time, my hands were held above my head by the chain.

Sean gazed into my eyes. "Step down," he commanded. I shock my head, "I can't," I said, fearing that I wouldn't touch the floor. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded. "Then step down," he told me. I closed my eyes, stepping down on to the floor. To my surprise, I found I could reach the floor, just, standing on my tip toes.

"Now," he said, reaching behind me for something, "you've been bad today, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir," I answered. Not even an hour before I had repeatedly neglected to address him in the proper manner. My breath stopped in my throat when I saw what it was Sean had grabbed from behind me. A carabiner to clamp on one of my nipples! I instantly tried to turn away from him. Carabiners sting. I knew deep down that my resistance would only add to my punishment, but still I tried to keep away.

A sharp sting on my bottom. He'd spanked my bare with his hand! "Stay still," he told me, "Or it'll be worse."

Eventually I gave in; as each time I moved, a sharp slap landed on my bottom. Resisting was pointless. My Master, keeping his loving side apparent, slowly placed the carabiner on my nipple, making sure it closed gently so as not to cause damage.

"You've been very naughty," he told me, and I knew I was bound to get more slaps. And here they came. One! Two! Three! They carried on coming, no pause between them, each time I swung freely, causing the carabiner to tug on my nipple, causing me further pain.

When he was done, Sean moved away from me. The hallway light was turned off, and he climbed the stairs. I was left, naked, strung from the banister, hardly touching the floor. I had to think about how much of a bad girl I had been...

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