It all started, when He, along with some of His friends decided to go and get pumpkins so that I could decorate them for O/our outdoor decor. I was tired from a long day at the office so the last thing I wanted to do was carve pumpkins. However, He insisted so I started to carve them. On the last one I made a sad face because I was tired and all I wanted to do is to go to bed.
His friends are well aware of O/our relationship and told Him that before I go to bed I should have to wear the “pity me” pumpkin. He thought it was a great idea. He took it and cut the bottom off of it and stuck it over my head. He told me that since I was off from work for the next couple of days that I could just wear my “pity me” pumpkin while I made O/our dinner.
I asked Him if he realized how hard it would be to cook with a pumpkin on my head. In all honesty I was kidding around, having the pumpkin on my head actually made me laugh. However, He considered my statement to mean I was talking back. Something that I never do, as I do my best to be the best submissive for Him that I can. I was shocked at His reaction since I have never really been in trouble before.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. I was actually frightened for a few minutes. He told me to strip, I did without hesitation as I realized that I was about to be punished. He told me to go and get the Hemp rope and come back. I had to run to the barn to fetish it. As I was running back I saw that His friends had come outside and were watching.
He bound my breasts up tight, then took the Scarecrow decoration down from it’s perch. He told me to get up there. I stepped up onto the bale of hay and stood there. He walked into the house and came out with my wrist and ankle restraints along with a heavy paddle. After he secured my wrists and feet he paddled me until I was black and blue. He doesn’t hit hard, but He can hit for a very long time. He says it is done that way so I can ‘enjoy the sting’. He is right You know. When done in that manner it is a slow burn, which makes the skin so tender that even a soft touch stings badly.
When He finished and I was bruised to His liking He looked up at me and said, “Today you are Our scare-ho. You have to stay out here until I see fit to let you down. When I do, you will make Us something to eat, then you will go into O/our bedroom, lay on the floor on your back and not move until I come in. If you do this, I will give you something special because you took your punishment like a good submissive whore. You understand why I had to punish you right?” I shook my head and said, “Yes Sir.” He asked me, “What are you today?” I replied, “I am your Scare-Ho Sir!”
Her breasts were tied so tightly they were turning colors. It was clear Master had used them as punching bags. He is obsessed with boobs, but not in a good way. Not only had he turned 
