Retribution Night for miscreant

There is a very special Gold Coast Mistress in Surfers Paradise who possesses a car bumper sticker proclaiming: ‘Magic Happens’.

It is no glib, throwaway comment because She is the purveyor of more sorcery in a month than any self-respecting conjurer could ever hope to produce in a lifetime.

Enchanting experiences at the hands of Mistress Adira are usually dispensed personally on a one-to-one basis. But not always.

i had been a recipient on two visits to Her dungeon before receiving an unexpected invitation to join Her in the company of a host of like-minded friends.

Just before Christmas, i felt luckier than any lottery winner when invited to accompany Mistress to Retribution for their festive gathering. i did not need asking twice and have rarely felt as privileged about anything.

The invite came with a chilling warning. i was informed that Mistress would be demonstrating some of Her magical qualities in front of a decent-sized audience and i would be on the receiving end, in humiliating fashion, on a raised stage.

Also, W/we both agreed, it would be rather fitting if i was dressed as a ‘girl’ (named ‘miscreant’) for the very first time and my evening commenced with a visit to Mistress’ dungeon for a make-over. Immediately, i felt a greater bond because of this, all ‘girls’ together as it were.

Instead of being ordered about by that crisp no-nonsense voice, i was cordially welcomed into Her changing-room and my outfit for the evening was chosen. The initial command to strip was followed by Her selection of suspender-belt and a pair of stockings. Very fetching!

A bra, false breasts and choice of skirt and top quickly followed, then W/we determined whether i’d be a blonde, brunette or redhead for the evening.

Simultaneously, we came to the conclusion that blondes have more fun and that this particular hairpiece would give me the ‘slutty’ appearance that would fit nicely with the prolonged punishment session Mistress had in store for me.

Thrilled at just managing to squeeze into ankle boots that further enhanced the down-market appearance i sought (though ultimately at great cost to my poor, aching feet), my outfit was virtually complete. Now, Mistress prepared to give my face a more feminine appearance (no easy task) and went to work with lipstick, blusher and eye-liner, before applying lip gloss. 

With the addition of a necklace and discretionary eye-mask, i was virtually ready to take my first ‘female’ steps in daylight hours. Firstly, i had the opportunity of marvelling at Mistress’ application of make-up to beautiful facial features, a process that subtly enhanced Her gorgeous hair colouring.

It was quite an ordeal tottering to the car, past two young female onlookers, but i got there and felt especially privileged to be sat beside Mistress on the journey to collect Her collared slave and another friend. i felt only gratitude at having been included in such an event.

Once at Retribution, my nervous excitement increased as others gathered in their own special outfits - not least Mistress in a leggy, festive ensemble - and i wondered just what sort of an appearance i was giving alongside someone so visually stunning. my over-riding desire was to do justice to Mistress in whatever asked.

W/we passed various theme rooms on our way towards the bar, before moving outside to share in discussions with others whilst enjoying a glass of wine. After posing for photos, Mistress left us to our own devices for a while as She began to explore some of the events taking place back indoors.

Having been told to ‘stay there’, i refused to budge until receiving the order that it was okay to familiarise myself with the layout of the venue. And, almost inevitably, to mentally prepare myself for the moment when Mistress would want my company on stage.

Sure enough, after much teasing and re-adjusting of my outfit, Mistress informed me that She would indeed like me to join Her as my punishment was long overdue. And, so i made my faltering way onto the raised stage where i was ordered to face the St. Andrew’s cross. 

Mistress had been given the present of a riding crop which carried the letter ‘A’ at its tip and i was only too well aware that She was itching to leave its imprint on male-flesh ASAP. It was always going to be marking my cheeks first.

After taking up the position as requested, i felt Mistress raising my skirt and lowering my knickers, baring my buttocks for all to see in their white, unblemished glory. That state of affairs would not last for very long, and, indeed, it may be quite some considerable time before they are again blemish-free.

No sooner had i leant against the frame, and taken a firm grip on the eye-bolts at the top of the apparatus, than I felt the slashing sensation of the riding crop and heard Mistress squealing with delight at series of prominent ‘A’ imprints on my burning cheeks.

Then it was the cane and after an initial twelve cuts it was an enjoyable diversion to find myself bartering with Mistress about the exact toll. Eighteen were soon counted, then we thought 22 (Her birthdate), before progressing to two dozen.

Eventually, three-dozen cuts had been administered before a welcome hug and the lifting of knickers and lowering of my skirt. i whispered that i’d not reached my limit, by any means, not realizing just how literally She would take me at my word.

i felt especially proud when Mistress introduced me to fellow revellers, adding the rider that ‘she has just received 36 cuts of my cane’. The evening was eye-opening every respect but notable, to me, for underlining the fact that Mistress Adira is such a popular, valued and well-respected member of this community. 

Just when i thought it would be time for our homeward journey, Mistress for the umpteenth time in a short space of time, illustrated that nothing escapes Her attention. 

Seeing the St.Andrew’s cross unattended, after a queue of people had utilised it, She ordered me back to the scene of my previous discomfort to wait for Her imminent arrival.

i felt quite exposed and utterly isolated as i awaited Her presence, noting more than one unsympathetic person nodding in my direction, indicating what was about to unfold.

Eventually, Mistress strode purposefully to the stage and made Her cruel intentions crystal clear. No bartering this time. It was to be a further 36 cuts of Her dreaded cane and the manner in which She got me ready for a second time told me all I needed to know.

This would be harsher, altogether more severe, and the first six cuts literally took my breath away. i was hanging on for dear life and wondering just how i would maintain my dignity throughout the subsequent thirty strokes. Last thing i wanted was to let down my Mistress, or myself, on this night of nights in front of so many onlookers.

After eighteen, i was desperate for a drink of water but my glass was empty. Kindly, Mistress allowed me to replenish my glass. Embarrassingly, i had to do that by walking to the bar, past the gathered throng with my well-striped bottom fully exposed.

As always happens with this Mistress, the more punishment i took, the more i felt capable of taking. In the end, i was simply lapping up the intensity of it all and began to cope adequately as the endorphins kicked in. She knew precisely how far I could be taken even when it was further than ever before.

When Mistress Adira kicked off Her heels, indicating she was about to get really serious, it immediately brought to mind one of the finest video recordings i’d ever seen, one in which a fetching school prefect type did the same thing before laying down twelve strokes of torment.

Eventually we were on O/our reverse countdown for the final dozen cuts and i began to feel an overwhelming sense of euphoria at getting there. More please, Mistress....

After receiving the ‘lucky last’, the acute pain proved worthwhile after viewing the delight etched on Her face and receiving hearty congratulations at the conclusion of the harshest caning of my life, on the most memorable night I can recall. What an amazing send-off!!!

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