She loved practical jokes, all kinds and all types. Ok on the face of it, it was I have to and admit was at times funny, but funny can be worn thin and I did in all fairness to her warn her that the one day would arrive that I would not find it so funny and would deal with it and her. That day arrived in late August when I arrived home and found that she had for a lark taken all the light bulbs from the lights leaving the place in darkness, and to boot had gone off over to her friends place for the afternoon. To Caroline this was funny, to me it was not, especially given the fact that I had been given a report that required me to finish and hand in on Monday for a client. I was not impressed. And I let her know it.

I waited patiently till she got home and met her at the door with a smile and a glass of wine, asked her how her day went. She told me with a smile and soft laugh how it had gone and did her usual hands behind her back style of saying she was sorry in her own cute way. Be that as it may I responded with a firm hand to her ass telling her to march her way down stairs and do it smartly. She in her own way smiled giggled a bit and went down the stairs to the part of the basement we use for our sessions and games. She walked to the corner and stood by the wall with a smiles then playfully said, “So is big bad Master going to punish his lil girl. “she said with a mischievous grin. I looked at her and smiled back and said as matter of factly, “Yes Caroline I am going to punish you.” I say with a slight grin. She looked at me and pouted then gave a slight girlish giggle saying, “I know Sir the light bulbs correct??” I looked at her and smirked a bit saying, “Yes Caroline the light bulbs,” I say, “that’s why as you guessed then. So now remove your clothes and put theses on your wrists and ankles. “I say pointing to the leather cuffs on the table.

Caroline is a very attractive female, standing 5’ 4” tall just under 128 lbs with a 36 28 36c figure. She has turned a many a heads as we have walked down the street or gone to some type of function and certainly has when we have gone to the local munches. I smiled at her as she moved from the corner. I stood and watched as she removed each piece of her clothing, removed them in her slow and tempting way her smiling at me as she did in her mind making a game of this. I had since I first met her punished her a few times nothing severe, but enough to let her know that I was not pleased. However this time for Caroline was well going to be different. Practical jokes aside I can deal with, but on this instant I felt that she had gone to for, and now she would pay for it and dearly.

She finished undressing as I watched her telling her to keep her stockings on as always had a penchant for females being punished in stockings, but that’s me eh. I then led her across to the corner told her to turn face the wall and hands behind her. Caroline has always been compliant and this time was not different her doing so in a smooth easy fashion. I bound her wrists behind her then told her to sit down where she was while I went and got the “cock board.” It was a simple device I had rigged to use on her, mostly as punishment as anyone knows that tied and sitting cross legged for any length of time can be somewhat uncomfortable and eventually painful. It was a simple device as it was effective. I consisted of a single 2x4 piece of pine wood. At the base on one side was a screwed in eye bolt for the ankle cuffs and on the other side was a very smooth 8 inch x 4 inch wooden cock that was screwed into the base. With her sitting I bent down and inserted it into her wetness the full 8 inches then once in I crossed her ankle shackling them to the eye bolt, From there I secured a leather belt about her waist pulling it snug and at the same time moved it between her breasts making it snug between them. The last thing I did for her was to take some coarse binder twine and wrap it about her breasts several times making sure the twine was on this side of the 2x4. All the while Caroline made just of this chiding me for what she assumed was being silly. I allowed her to do so letting her fall into a false sense of her own security which was fine by me.

Finally secured I stood up and looked down at her with a bit of a smirk, her looking back up with a smile one that told me that soon this would be over and she could get dressed again and her little punishment session was over. Think again. I left her there and went and over to the other side of the basement taking the 2, double 2x4’s and putting them into the holes in the floor. I then took the long 8 ft 2x4 and placed it at about the 36 inch level off the floor slipping the lug nut into the hole through the double 2x4, then bolting it into place.

All the while I was preparing the device for my Caroline, she sat on the floor giving me friendly taunts, most ignored but some responded to. As I have said Caroline has an odd sense of humour and there have been times that I ignore it and times I do not. This was one of the times I do not. I looked over at her as he sat on the floor a pensive look on her face, almost studying things as I prepared her for her punishment. I looked at her as she sat on the floor seeing that somewhat contented look on her face, knowing that part of that was the smooth wooden cock buried deep in her soft wetness, the other was in her eyes this lil game she felt we were playing knowing the pleasure that in the end would come from it.

But this time for my dear Caroline was to be different and as I finished the slipping the bolt into the support beam I looked at her with a leering grin, bolted it up tight the turned and walked over to her looking down at her seeing in her eyes no fear but a playfulness that was her but sadly now had to be taken in hand and corrected. Practical jokes aside I enjoy a good laugh as well as the next person, but there does come a limit. I bent down and unclipped the ankle cuffs from the eye bolt at the base of the 2x4 in front of her then slipped thick wooden cock from her tight wetness the look of consternation in her eyes funny to me at this time as I knew it would upset her. I helped her up then untied her breasts from the post and the belt around her waist, took her hand and led her across the floor to the other wooden device, walked her around behind it and told her to kneel.

She has always been an obedient sub my Caroline and yes at times she had been unruly to but then such is sub behaviour eh, but of course this was no different even for her in the face of what was to come. She balked at going further and wanted to end it now as she turned and moved to me her arms starting to go around me, the look in her eyes along with her soft voice speaking of other things we could do upstairs in a comfy bed instead of being down here in a dirty, damp basement. I listened to her smirked as I took her arms down giving her ass a firm smack telling her to kneel. As I said Caroline is obedient most of the time this not being one of them. She did so grumbling about how hard done by she was and suddenly wasn’t finding too much pleasure in all this. I ignored her pleas and took her right wrist, led it out and slipped the leather cuff about it pulling the chain snug on the post listening to her gripe and groan. I moved to the other side doing the same stepping back after to watch her look at them and tug on them then look at me with that “you serious “look in her eyes. That I also ignored, walking to the bench to fetch some binder twine. Stepping back to her I played it out making a loop at one end, slipped it over her ample breast then pulled it snug. I then wound the coarse twine about her breast about 4 times making sure that it was snug, then crossed it over and wound her other breast the same way then criss crossing them a couple of times then looping the twine under the 2x4 and back up to do the other side doing this several times until both breasts were firmly bound in fact and to the beam. She watched with a mixture of interest and uncertainty as I bound them, looking up at me from time to time, eyes searching mine but finding no answers. Stepping back I looked at her in her plight, amused and aroused also. She was before me, kneeling and I could have taken her mouth and used it well then and there as I was feeling the arousal deeply, but decided that it would better serve my pleasure after she had been punished.

I watched her look at the cuffs and tug at them, look at me with a slight pout then tug again, my smile telling her it was futile to struggle so. I let her struggle with them a bit more, listened to her whine about how it was hard on her knees kneeling like this and that she was really, really sorry for what she did and in her best pleading whining voice said that she would never do that again. I listened for the full 10 or so minutes that she blathered on, then smirked, reached out and patted her cheek telling her that she was here to make sure that yes she would never do this again and that henceforth from this day on things in this house hold would be very different. She nodded her head vigorously to to that a soft smile on her face, her eyes telling me that she felt that she had learned and would be soon untied and this forgotten about as in her mind she would make it right. Think again.

I turned and walked over to the bench, opened the drawer, took out the bit, closed it then turned back and walked back to her letting her see it. I will admit that the look on her face was well priceless as her eyes went wide as she looked at it, stammered something about what was that for, her eyes even now giving a more pleading look as they darted back and forth between the bit and me.

I watched her for a bit struggle considerably more now finally realizing that this was serious business here and that she was beginning to see there was no way out for her and her only consolation was to take the punishment that I was going to hand out to her. I went on to explain to her how for the past few months I had tolerated her silly practical jokes and pranks, put up with her nonsense and general idiot behaviour. True I did praise her for doing the right thing at times, and at other times acting properly and for being a good sub for the most part.

However I did go on further to explain further to her that for the most she seemed not to understand the concept to well of being a sub and being a good one That I could be proud of. I went on to explain to her that it was very important to her to always be on her best and yes there was a time and a place for pranks and practical jokes, the recent spate of them and especially her last one was a bit much. I went on to explain to her that this was why we found ourselves here this night in the basement about to punish her. I could see now by the look in her eyes that she knew I was serious even more so tonight than any time before. She listened attentively I could see and was pleased. But now the time had come for less talk and more action. I moved around behind her bit in hand telling her to open her mouth which she did so hesitatingly then with a broken sob did so. I slipped the bit into her mouth pulling it snug to the back of her mouth then clipping it behind her head, adjusting it a bit then satisfied I stepped out in front of her to admire how she looked. I was pleased and considered that maybe I should have used a ring gag on her instead but then reasoned that after this was all said and done a ring gag would not be needed as Caroline would comply with whatever I asked of her. I could now see it in her eyes that she was truly contrite for her actions. However be that as it may she needed to feel the full brunt of the punishment so she would truly understand and “think again“ before she acted out any silly prank especially one that would bring her to her knees in such a fashion.

I walked away to the bench and reaching behind it I pulled out the cane, a long thin one borrowed from a close friend, pulled it out and gave a few quick swoosh’s, hearing and feeling it slice through the air with a sharp like cutting sound.

Turning back to her I stepped closer to her slicing the cane through the air in front of her seeing the now shocked look of disbelief on her pretty face as I moved to her the sound of the cane slicing wickedly through the air, stopping before her smirking, gently tapping each breast informing her that she would now receive 5 of the best on each breast, her head shaking back and forth quickly, tugging hard on the restraints that held her so well, but the best was the tears that were starting to flow freely from her soft brown eyes, tears of fear, tears of shame and tears of repentance, the best tears of all.

The first of 25 sweet caresses kissed her left breast, the welt forming up quick and angry red and one could see that in her eyes Caroline was going to learn her lesson and learn it well as the second sweet kiss descended.