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I remember my last spanking like it was yesterday.

I doubt I could shake the memory...

It isn't just that it hurt... which it did. It was also the most humiliating punishment I have ever received.

My master was furious with me for neglecting to keep up with the household chores he set for me.

He was even angrier when he yanked my dress up and panties down to administer my spanking; I hadn't shaved my pussy properly for him. When he saw that I hadn't tidied up my single strip of black hair, that I had allowed stubble to grow, he growled that he would see to me later. After I had shaved my pussy.

An hour later I stood outside his bedroom trembling. He doesn't answer the door on my first knock, but makes me wait for a minute before knocking again.

"Come in," he grumbles from inside.

Opening the door I step into the room, glancing around. On his desk lie my Punishment Panties.
I had never had to wear them before, but he has threatened me with them in the past.

"Take off your clothes, and put them on," he snapped, pointing to them.

I do my best to cover myself as I remove the dress, then my white bra and French knickers, reaching for the Punishment Panties. They are made of a stretchy cloth which clings to the skin. As I pick them up I notice my name is sewn into the back, above my butt. There is also a hole in the crotch.

I pull them on, glancing downwards my cheeks flush with shame; my now pink shaven pussy is framed by the white fabric.

He looks me over as I turn around, telling me to place my hands on my head. I do so, not wanting to anger him further.

"You need to learn to do as you are told," he says, "Get up on my desk, sitting on your butt, and keep your feet flat."

I awkwardly do as he says, sitting facing him, my feet together but flat.

"No! Open your legs, shown me your pussy!"

I shuffle my feet apart about two feet, leaning back on my hands.

"Now... do you see that bowl next to you with the lid on?"

"Yes, sir..." I mumble, my cheeks still flaming red.

"Take the lid off and see what is inside."

I do so. Four cubes of ice float in ice cold water. I place the lid on the desk and look back at him.

"I want you to take a cube of ice and rub it on your tits," he smirks, "I wanna see your little pink nipples perk up,"

With a shaking hand I pick up a cube, hoping I don't drop it. I slowly move it towards my breasts. I gasp as it makes contact with my nipples. For at least a minute the room is silent. He stares at me from across the room as I rub the cube in circles on one nipple, then the other. They perk up, goosebumps sprouting where the ice touches.

A drip of cold water runs down my stomach and into the panties.

"Now," he says after what feels like an eternity, "Is that cube nice and rounded now? Have the edges melted away?"

"Yes, sir," I say after inspecting it.

"Then give it here," he says, moving towards me with his hand out. He takes the ice and runs it slowly down my stomach, down my small strip of pubic hair and onto my clit. I gasp. He holds it there for a minute before moving further down and quickly pushing it into my pussy.

The coldness hurts so much that I squirm, but he shouts at me to sit still, placing his hand over my pussy so that the ice cannot slide out. He waits, watching me squirm, my pained expression pleading with him. He doesn't move until he is sure the ice has all melted.

When he removes his hand my pussy drips cold water onto his desk. I want to rub it with my hand, but I know that if I move out of position he will punish me more.

He moves to his cupboard, unlocking it. I know my punishment isn't over yet... He pulls out a riding crop and comes back to me.

"Move your ass to the edge of the desk so I can reach your pussy with this ," he demands.

I do so.

SNAP! – the crop makes contact with my exposed pussy.

SMACK– the pain is sharp as he spanks harder.

SMACK! SMACK! SNAP!

He spanks my pussy thirty times before he stops. The pale skin turns pink and is emphasized by the sheer whiteness of the Punishment Panties framing it. It is a lot warmer now; it is pulsing with the throbbing pain of the spanking.

"Will you remember to shave your pussy next time?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-yes, sir!" I choke.

"Will you remember to keep my house clean?"

"I will..." I mumble.

"Then get off the desk."

I stumble off, removing the Punishment Panties. I move to put my own knickers on, sneakily rubbing my pussy, trying to remove some of the stinging pain.

"Ah, ah ah... not so fast!" he smiles, holding another pair of panties up. These are plain navy blue... no holes!
"Put these on," he says, throwing them to me.

As I move to he reaches into the bowl of cold water, pulling out another ice cube.

"Oh no! Please, sir!" I cry, pausing with the panties around my thighs.

He moves to me, quickly pushing the ice into my pussy.

"Pull those panties up, young lady," he says.

With a pained expression on my face I do so. The fabric stops the ice from slipping out onto the floor.

"Now, I want you to stand there, hands on head, while I finish my paper work," he says, sitting down behind the slightly damp desk, "when all the ice is melted you can go."

I shift in my position; the ice is freezing cold inside of me. It hurts so much! Little droplets run down my legs, tickling me as the ice melts. The panties get wetter and wetter until I think I can feel the ice is entirely gone.

"Can I go now, sir?" I ask.

"I said after all the ice is gone, young lady," he says, picking up the second to last piece from the bowl and coming towards me.

"Down with your panties,"

I close my eyes as I feel him grazing the edges of my wet pussy with the ice, waiting for him to insert it.