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Spanking - the tears of suffering

 

PleaseBeStrict Sun Jul 18 16:03:02 2004
   Natalie had a knack for breaking new pain sluts. They eagerly responded to her seductive postings on the FemDom Web sites, just as this one had. Most realized they were getting in a lot deeper than they had bargained for, only after they arrived at her dungeon. She had, over the years, converted half of her basement into a fully equipped play space including a large assortment of paddles, canes and whips as well as plenty of bondage accessories to assure no lack of variety in her SM sessions.

She regarded her new slut with the usual disdain she felt for fresh meat. This one wanted to be spanked and disciplined, or so he thought. What was his name again? Well it didn't matter much. He was not likely to return after tonight. She giggled at the thought. How eager they all were to taste her lash, and how little they really understood about her own desires. Sometimes, depending partly on how respectful and submissive they were, she would content herself with having them beg for mercy. Other times, particularly if the nasty little slut tried to dictate how the session should go, she would joyfully continue to wield the cane long after he had been reduced to screams of agony. She had, on more than one occasion, beaten a man until he fainted from the pain, revived him with smelling salts and a bucket of ice water, and continued the beating. Well, and what do they expect, answering a notice from a Total Sadist?

This one had been properly respectful and fully submissive during their meeting, never once looking her in the eye and obeying her instantly. He had carried out her instructions to the letter. She had ordered him to appear for their session properly prepared. This meant, in her eyes, that every hair from the waist down must be shaved. She had also specified that he was not to eat any solid food that day and that he must cleanse himself with enemas in case she happened to want to penetrate him. As he stood before her, eyes downcast, she could see he had been scrupulous in removing the hair.

"And did you cleanse yourself, as I ordered?"

"Yes, Madame, may it please You."

"How many enemas did it take until you were clean?"

"Madame, it took five full enemas."

"Good. Now turn around, spread your legs wide, and bend over."

This exercise was also standard preparation. Some sluts could hardly bend over at all when they started her training. She preferred to see a slut voluntarily assume a position of completely vulnerability and helplessness before she started in on him. This one was either naturally limber or had trained himself well in preparation for their session. He had spread his feet over five feet apart. She noticed a few stray hairs on the inside of his right butt cheek.

"Slut, you have failed to carry out my order to remove all the hair. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Madame, i am very sorry to have disappointed you. i hope to be allowed to make amends for this carelessness."

"We will see about that." She selected a pair of stiff leather cuffs from a rack and tossed them on the floor near him.

"Now fasten these cuffs on your ankles." He fumbled with the cuffs in his awkward position.

"Well, slut, don't take all day with it. Maybe I should just leave you bent over like that for an hour or two to teach you to pay attention." With obvious determination, he managed to buckle the stiff leather. Meanwhile, she had taken another, softer pair of cuffs from the rack and tossed them on the floor next to him.

"You do seem to learn fast. Let's see if you can fasten these cuffs on your wrists a little more quickly." This was also a difficult task in his awkward position, but he managed it a little better because the leather was not as stiff.

"Now grab your ankles," she ordered. As he stretched as far down as he could, though not quite reaching the ankles, she readied herself with two small locks. In a quick motion she locked each ankle cuff and wrist cuff together. Next, taking a five-foot long steel spreader bar from the rack, she fastened his ankles apart.

"You are now pretty much at my mercy, slut. Do you have any requests before your punishment?"

"Madame, i know you have a reputation for severity. May i beg for leniency?"

Perhaps she would take it easy on him. Maybe she could mold him into something useful. Well, this would depend on how he took the spanking, of course.




 

francypants Sun Sep 5 17:40:44 2004
   She sat back in her velvet chair to study his buttocks for awhile. She liked to know her subjects well before she began any ministrations. It was quite shapely and round, full cheeks - just the way she liked them. His legs were well-formed and his testicles compact. His penis looked to be reasonable. That was a changing variable.

She could see he was trembling ... in anticipation. This made her feel tender toward him, inspite of the lack of care he took in following her intructions to the letter. Those stray hairs would prey on her though ... are they an example of laziness or, worse, passive aggressiveness? She hated that worse than actual aggressiveness, which had it's time and place.

"Spread your cheeks for me, sweetheart," she said firmly.

His hands shook as he lifted them to those fleshy globes and curved around the fullness of his cheeks.

"NOW." she said, getting impatient.

He swiftly pulled them apart and revealed one of the tiniest rosebuds of an asshole to her. "Sweet", she thought, imagination the fun she would have coaxing it open again and again.

She shook out a pair of rubber gloves and pull each one on with a snap.

His buttocks quivered when he heard the snaps.

She wiftly cupped his testicals and griipped them tightly ... then released them, tracing a line from the bottom of his sack on up over his tiny rosebud and up the crack of his cheeks.

"SWAT!"

She slapped his open ass right on his exposed asshole. His knees buckled from the impact and shock.

"OH!" he cried out.












and slowly opened.