Tag: punishment

  • You’ve Done A Bad, Bad Thing

    You’ve Done A Bad, Bad Thing

    You…have done a very bad thing and I, am your prison Warden. Which implement will cause you to break and how long will it take you to beg for forgiveness for your crimes?

    If you’d like, we can begin with an interrogation, where you think you can hide behind a tough exterior, but I have a dossier chocked full of all your depraved acts and I will get what I want from you. Can you withstand the blinding light, the harshness of My words, and the pain from the tools of My trade?

    Did you take the last cookie from Mommy’s cookie jar, or a slice from her cherry pie? With a flick of My wrist, I will have you bent over My knees and your bottoms removed while I take My jar of spatulas to you. Once your soft booty is red and heated, you will never forget this valuable lesson.


    Your homework assignment was due today. I am not only disappointed at your lack of attention during class and constant craving to bury your face in My cleavage, but now you are deliberately begging for a sound lashing as I bend you over My desk and remind you that I, am the teacher.


    I pulled you out of line as you clearly require more one-on-one time to work on your formation positions. As your Drill Sgt., I have a duty to uphold and you will not fail our country. Get down and give Me another 20 push-ups. For every failed one, expect the kiss of My whip on your body to reiterate your basic training.


    Those financial status reports you submitted were subpar and certainly not up to the standards of this prestigious corporation. This is not your first occurrence, and now I must have a special one-on-one with you to see if we can prevent another infraction, or if you need to be let go. How well you perform during this meeting will determine your ultimate fate.

    It is time to move beyond the comfort zone of lurking and to take the decisive action towards fulfilling your submissive desires through an in-person session.

    My Punishments, will Set You Free…

  • Let Me Make An Impact

    Let Me Make An Impact

    From stingy to thuddy, using common (and some uncommon) toys and devices, I will make you dance around with each contact. Unless I’m feeling particularly evil and bind you to a bench or cross…then, I will giggle with glee as I watch you try to avoid My strokes.

    As if you ever could.

    Allow Me to set a scene for you: Your bound body hanging in such a way that gives Me a 360 degree vantage of every inch of you. Walking towards you, I slide on a pair of soft leather gloves. They are well used and you let out a yelp when the right one strikes your right butt cheek. I can already see the imprint it has left on you and I let out a little grin.

    Oh, don’t worry, I have only just begun. There is much more fun to be had.

    The strike of My left glove on your left butt cheek causes you to give Me a little jig, and the hand print glows bright red. After another five minutes of My delicate hand making contact, the redness is getting deeper and you can’t imagine that I could have brought so much intensity with just a gloved hand.

    I think you’ve had enough, so as I walk away towards a tall jar filled with various sized canes, I ask you what was your worst punishment as a youth. Based on your answer, I select a medium width rattan cane and begin to run it up your legs, over your backside, along your tied up arms. You want to say something, but before words can form on your lips, there’s a whoosh of air and then ear piercing sting as it makes contact with your already sore tooshie.

    I’m sorry, you wanted to say something.

    You took too long, and now a second, third and fourth whack have made you forget what words are. You’re not dancing as much now and your cries are becoming moans of ecstasy. The radiating heat is now penetrating your muscles into your very soul and you can no longer contain the ooze flowing from your luvie parts.

    There you go…just a taste of what could be possible. Your desires demand more than just observation.

    Every moment you wait is a moment of pleasure lost…