He had an appointment to go to. I thought I'd go outside and do some of the gardening while he got ready. I weeded some, pruned some, then watered some. After awhile, he came to the back door wearing only a towel, Master-face on, and said one word while pointing to his feet, "Now."

I couldn't figure out what I had done this time. Sometimes it's nothing, but by the squinty eyes I knew it was really something. I knelt at his feet.

He slapped my face and said, "What the fuck possessed you to turn the water on when I was in the shower? I burned my ass! So, now it's your turn!"

He told me to get up and walk to the edge of the concrete get on all fours with my skirt and ass up. I did as he said, trying to find a not-so-pebbly place. I got back on my knees, pulled my skirt up dropped to my elbows and prayed he wasn't going to shoot me with the hose. It's still cold outside here. I heard the door shut.

I was there for a few minutes when I realized he wasn't even out there himself. My exposed ass and cunt were getting cold, the pebbles digging in a bit and the wind was really nippy.

He came back out having gotten dressed and had gloves on. I hear him moving around behind me and risked a look then immediately wished that I hadn't done that. He was clipping stinging nettles. The roots we had found are nicely settled in leafing out well.

He saw me looking and grinned. I love and hate that grin. I love that he enjoys what he's doing; his cock is always rock hard when he hurts me. But I hate that I usually have dome something stupid to earn it.

He has the nettle in his glove and comes over to where I am. "Comfortable on the cement?" He asks with that tone of voice that makes my skin crawl. I don't respond because honestly, what am I going to say?

He pulls my head back by my hair and looks at my face where he slapped me earlier. He tells me to kneel up and I do, putting my hands behind my head, crossed. He drops my hair and squats down next to me and pull my shirt up over my head. I am wearing a bra, but it's the one that has the cut out for nipples to poke through.

He grabs a nipple and pinches. "Not that sensitive yet," he softly says. The gloves he's wearing feel odd on my skin.

He grabs the left nipple and I feel something soft rubbing against it. When he gets the nettle in the right position, he rearranges his fingers and crushes the leaf into my nipple. The pain goes deep into my chest. I gasp and pull my chest back. He holds on tighter, rolling my nipple and nettle between his fingers. "Hold still, or I'll put this on your face instead." I stop moving.

He does the same to the right nipple, crushing and rolling it with the nettle between his gloves and my nipple, working it in deep. The sting/burn goes deep into my chest. He does the same thing a few times total. He grabs both nipples and says, "So, are they sensitive enough now?" I nod. He grabs my left nipple and pinches hard. "What's that? I didn't hear you, hole."

"Yes, Master!" I nearly yell.

He lets go and tells me to drop back down to elbows with ass up again. I hear him move behind me and I brace for a flogging with the nettle stems. Instead, he opens my outer cunt lips and I feel something nudging against the inner lips. He takes his hand away and I feel pressure as he starts to push the nettle into my cunt.

The nettle is still so young that the stings are so sharp and I hold my breath. The burn spreads deep into my cunt. I feel a gloved finger in my cunt now, too. He presses the nettle up inside the tender walls and the burn/sting intensifies. He applies a few leaves up in me, pressing in, then starts to press them between inner and outer labia. He pulls my hood piercing back and I feel the sharp stings on my clit. He rubs some of the nettle on it, then pinches and presses the nettle in. I do scream a bit.

"Shut the fuck up," he growls and punctuates it with a slap on my ass. I bite my lip instead and breath out hard through my nose, my feet wiggle as well. He applies a fresh leaf to my clit. The sting is digging in, sharp, deep, incredibly painful.

He spreads my ass cheeks, "Not that!" slips out before I can stop myself. He punches my ass and says, "You are a really stupid hole, why do I put up with you?" I have no response: I concur.

"The tip is going on your asshole to remind you of what a stupid cunt you are." I feel the color drain from my face. I can't help myself and when I feel the pressure on my asshole, I lean forward away from it. He shoves harder and I gasp and let my ass fall away from him.

"Ass back or it gets worse." I do not want it on my face so I move back into place and swear to myself I won't move again. He spreads my cheeks again and flicks my asshole hard a few times. That is a pleasure I hope no one else has to live through. He rubs the tip of the nettle on my asshole over and over, pressing in and crushing them against my hole. He does this over three times with fresh tips each time. He flicks my asshole again just because he can. My face hurts from clenching my jaw and squeezing my eyes and lips shut so I don't scream out.

His hands go back to my cunt and I feel the stems being rubbed all over both sets of lips. He hits me with the stems on my cunt as he holds my lips open. Fresh sharp stings. He tells me to reach back and pull my clit hood up. He flogs me with the left over nettle. He hits lightly, but the stings are still so sharp. He tells me to put my hand down and he flogs my outer lips and inner thighs as well. My entire cunt/ass region is on fire; sharp, stabbing pains along with a sting/burn that doesn't stop.

He tells me to stand up. It's so hard, but I do it. He pulls my skirt down, pulls my shirt back over my head and down over my nipples. My cunt and asshole are on fire from the movement. My nipples object strongly to the shirt that was pulled down over them.

"We'll go for a walk when I get back, finish gardening. And next time, don't be so fucking stupid. I'll see you in a bit. If the pain lessens, reapply it yourself with no gloves. There is still half the pot of nettle left." He grabs a nipple through my shirt as he is turning to leave. It's fresh shooting pain as the wee needles are being dug in deeper.

"Enjoy your afternoon," he says as he adjusts his pants that have become to tight in the crotch. "I know I'm going to enjoy you later!"

He's been gone nearly 5 hours now; and no - the pain hasn't lessened. The walk is going to kill me.

This is what a stupid hole deserves.