Redeeming Grace 

Grace knelt in the doorway between two village watch ladies.  He was 
naked and secured at the ankles and wrists.  A wooden hobbling bar kept 
him from moving his arms; the ladies held either end of the bar, and had 
provided the male a very uncomfortable crawl back home.

The door opened almost before the watch lady even knocked.  There stood 
Mistress, wearing a pretty blue blouse edged in ruffly lace, shiny blue 
panties and matching stockings.  She had shoes on, pretty ones with blue 
satin flowers on the toes, and apparently was just going out.  Grace 
caught her look of almost fearful concern, before she noticed them with a 
startled "OH!"

"Hello Gwen," one of the watch ladies said.  "I believe this is yours."

"Abby, I love you!" Mistress sounded relieved.  She looked down at the 
male and smiled broadly.  "You are in big trouble, little one."

"Hello Mistress," mumbled Grace.  He would have kissed her feet, as he 
always did, but the ladies still held the bar.

"Was hobbling really necessary?" Mistress asked.

"This is his third time, Gwen."

"Well, thanks ladies.  I'll take care of this."

Abby ruffled his hair affectionately.  "Bye, sweetie," she said.  "Try to 
stay home this time, ok?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Mistress led Grace inside and closed the door.  She sighed but said 
nothing as she took the male by the hobbling bar and led him into her 
bedroom.  She was walking a bit fast, and Grace's knees hurt on the hard 
wooden floor.  Mistress attached Grace's leash to his collar and secured 
the other end to one leg of her bed.  He was very nervous; before 
Mistress had scolded him and spanked his behind, but now she just left 
without saying a word.

The little male waited for what seemed like hours.  Once he ventured a 
cautious "Mistress?" but she didn't come back and didn't answer, and he 
was afraid to call for her again.  The leash didn't let him raise his 
head far, so he just lay there on the floor and worried.

Finally Mistress came back.  Grace happily got up on his knees and kissed 
her feet.  He looked up at her to see she had her big wooden switch.  She 
had only spanked him once with the switch.  That was months ago, yet he 
still remembered it with a shudder.  He wanted to beg her not to use it, 
but was afraid even to speak.

After a moment, Mistress broke the silence.  "Grace," she said.  "I had 
to wait to spank you because I was very angry with your running away.  I 
will always spank you in love, never in anger."

"You still look angry," Grace blurted.

"I am."  Mistress smiled ruefully.  "But not too angry to be loving, and 
I want to get this over with.  You worried me and you made extra work for 
the village watch."  She squatted down in front of the male and cupped 
his cheeks in her soft hand.  "And you've done this before, haven't you, 
little one?"

"Yes, Mistress."  Grace nodded.

"Obviously there's more to this than just Grace being naughty."  Mistress 
stroked Grace's cheek.  "But first let's take care of the being naughty 
part."

She stood.  "Grace, you ran away from Mistress."  Her serious expression 
made Grace again fearful.  "This is what happens to Grace when he runs 
away."

Mistress whipped Grace's naked bottom and thighs with her switch.  She 
slowly spanked him with several sharp, stinging swats, spaced evenly 
through a stern, serious scolding.  The little male started crying with 
the first swat.  He would have fled, but the tight leash held down his 
head, and the hard sole of Mistress' shoe held down his legs.  Bound and 
hobbled, tied down and held down, Grace could barely struggle.

Grace's weeping dissolved into heartbroken wails.  He was hurting more 
than he ever did, the fiery welts on his backside and his thighs 
punctuated Mistress's words, burning in the lesson.  Mistress stopped 
spanking, undid Grace's leash and sat down, her legs on either side of 
him.  She opened her blouse and held the thoroughly broken little male to 
her breasts.  Grace knelt there, weeping into her soft, pillowy breasts 
until he finally calmed.

Mistress kissed Grace's forehead.  "Feeling better, baby?"  He nodded.  
"Are you _ever_ going to run away from Mistress?  _Ever_, Grace?"  He 
shook his head, tears again flowing from his eyes."  Mistress again held 
the male, letting him bawl, letting him express the pain and fear that he 
would always associate with running away.

"I love you, Grace."  Mistress kissed the male's cheek.  "Mistress will 
always love Grace."

"I love you too, Mistress!"  Grace breathed.

Mistress kissed Grace again, on the lips.  His heart fluttered and he was 
filled with the familiar shy-eager feeling Mistress so easily kindled in 
him.  "Soon, baby."  She smiled.  "First, let's talk."

Mistress stood and went over to sit on her bed.  She still held the 
male's leash, and this almost-contact was comforting.  Still, she held 
her switch in her other hand, a silent reminder of the fiery pain she had 
inflicted, and could inflict, on her male.  "So tell me, Grace," she 
began.  "What would make such a good little male do something like run 
away?"

Grace looked at the floor.  "I'm not," he said.

"What?"

"I'm _not_ good," Grace confessed.  "You know Miss Mai Li?"

"That little, short girl you like so much?"

"Yes, Mistress."  Grace blushed.  He looked up for a second, was glad to 
see Mistress smile.  "But I belong to Mistress, and I always will."

"So why run away?"

Grace looked down again, fleeing her serious expression.  "Because I'm 
just not good enough.  Miss Mai Li said males are only good for working, 
for their muscles.  And she was saying weak males are useless."  Grace 
paused, sniffled.  Tears were again streaking his cheeks.

Mistress kindly reached down with a handkerchief.  She dried his tears 
and held the handkerchief to his nose.  "Blow, sweetie."

"Thank you, Mistress.  She and some other Ladies were saying how weak, 
useless males were ok if they had brains instead."  Grace stared at the 
floor, tears were still trickling down his cheeks.  "But I'm not smart.  
And I'm not strong.  I'm not anything." 

They were silent for a moment, Grace kneeling there weeping, Mistress 
seated and thoughtful.  Finally she broke the silence.  "Grace, you're 
not smart.  You're about the most foolish male I've ever met.  And you're 
not strong; you're as weak as a kitten."  She tapped his chin with one 
shoe.  When he looked up at her, Mistress added.  "But you have one thing 
going for you:  I love you."

Mistress smiled and Grace felt like he was falling up into her deep blue 
eyes.  He knelt transfixed and drank in her comforting words.  "I love 
you, no matter how weak and dumb and useless you are.  Mistress will 
always love Grace."

Grace was so overcome he couldn't speak.  Again, he was crying, but he 
felt so happy!  The little male leaned over and covered Mistress' lovely 
feet with kisses.  Mistress cooed over Grace as he worshipped her, and he 
felt more in love with her than he ever had before.  So it was even more 
embarrassing to him when he overbalanced and fell over on his head.

"Oh, my baby!"  Mistress leaned over, worried.  "Let Mistress help you."

Mistress undid the little male's hands and tossed aside the hobbling bar.  
She thoughtfully left his ankles bound; Mistress knew he felt more secure 
with his movement restricted.  The lovely lady stood, stepped out of her 
shoes, and slid off her panties.  Grace looked up and gasped at the sight 
of her beautiful special parts.

Mistress favored him with a smile.  "Now how do you feel, little one?"

The male barely found his voice, and his words, though non sequitur, were 
sincere.  "I love you, Mistress!"

"I love you too, Grace."  She stroked the kneeling male's cheek, and 
again his insides were aflutter.  Grace blushed with shyness, yet his 
eyes shone with desire.  "Now, baby."  Mistress grasped her male by his 
hair and pulled him to her special parts.  "Now!"

As Mistress gently brushed his face against herself, Grace was in heaven!  
He luxuriated in her soft, curly hair and softer, awesomely beautiful 
special parts.  He inhaled deeply, his every breath intoxicating with her 
heavenly fragrance.  Timidly the little male licked his mistress, and was 
rewarded with her salty-sweet nectar.  He licked her eagerly, dizzy with 
passion.  He placed his small hands against her soft ass and hugged her 
tightly.

Mistress sat on her bed, still holding Grace to her special parts.  She 
lay back comfortably, while the male worshipped her.  The lovely lady, 
fingers tangled in his hair, led him as he licked her, and kissed her, 
and licked her more.  Grace was filled with desire to please Mistress and 
need for more of her. 

She settled him in one place.  As he licked her there, she rubbed herself 
against his face, slowly at first, then faster and harder.  The lady's 
special parts were slick from her male's licking, and her wonderful 
juices.  An overjoyed Grace knelt between her legs as Mistress used his 
face to pleasure herself.

Suddenly, Mistress shuddered and held Grace against her special place.  
She wrapped her legs around his head, and the little male felt like she 
had swallowed him inside herself.  He couldn't see or hear or even 
breath.  He was grateful that Mistress would use him to give herself an 
orgasm.  As the oh-so-perfect lady enjoyed her orgasm, little Grace felt 
lightheaded.  By the time she released him, her male had passed out.

Gwen picked up her unconscious love slave and settled him gently under 
her blanket.  She got a towel and dried his saliva and her juices from 
her special parts and thighs, and then from his face and hair.  He barely 
stirred.  Gwen slid off her stockings and blouse.  Then she slid under 
the blanket with Grace, cuddling him to her round breasts.

"Nope," Gwen mused.  "Not too bright, not too strong, and certainly not 
too much endurance.  But I love you."  She kissed the now snoring Grace 
on top of his head.  "You're my treasure, little one."  She kissed his 
head again, and closed her eyes. "You're mine."