Not just women who crave discipline! There is something foreboding about anticipating being under the control of another, a strong no nonsense woman, who knows you like a book and is going to make you regret ever thinking you were in charge.
You are told to ge to the bathroom and freshen up! You rush to behave and pick up the wash cloth to clean your bottom, just in case, the slightest mess will be met with a spanking, whipping and ??? more than you bargained for.
My stomach starts to rumble, I hope I'm not going to have an accident. I calm down as she reaches into her bag of toys; how strange to call somthing a toy that is going to turn my butt scrlet red and put tears in my eyes. No matter how I try, I asked for it and now that its time I'm scared shitless.
She sits, looks me in the eye, and her face says it all! Over hear right now mister, I'v been far to easy on you. That all changes right now. Her hands loosen my belt, undo the zipper, reach inside my pants and down they come, She had me put on girls underpants, then ridicules me for it; how cute you look little boy! Trying to be a girl, are we? Well don't worry, before I'm finished with you you'll wish today never happened.
All too soon I am put over her lap, one leg behind mine, her strong hand pushin g down hard on my upper back, AND then that first smack! Yeow! how could anyones hand hit so hard? Too late my answer comes in a fuselage of smacks on my bare sorry ass, left side, right side, up, down, back and across and that's just the start. After what seemd like forever she stopped, NO, paused, to give her a secound to pick up a paddle, one I made for her!
That should tell you how smart I am. I could have picked a ligter wood, a thiner piece, shorter, longer dryer, wetter I'm not even thinking, just crying and begging, please mommy, pleeze mooommmy, I'mm sorrrry,realy sorrrry. She laughs and says "Sorry, you haven't begun to be sorry". "stand up and get in the corner, If I see you so much as look back I make you wish you were never born."
NO, I didn't look back, I didn't budge, I just kept crying and hoping it was over. No Such Luck. When she spoke my name again I slowly turned to see her standing there, holding several short pieces of rope, four actually one each for my ankles and wrists! "Get over here right now and lie down on my special table I like to use when naughty little boys need a taste of my STRAP!! Don' even think about it, move!"
My backside was already sore from her first spanking, and I was about to learn what a good old fashioned leather strapping was all about.
Believe me you don't want to know; It stings like hell, each and every slap of her strap on my sore and swollen backside felt as though I was being branded with a hot iron. De I say I was crying before, Ha, you have no idea what I sounded like that afteernoon. I hope you never learn. Well maybe not, you're entitled to you fantasies becoming reality, just be careful what you wish for.
Very Sore Bottom
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