I was out of town all this week, but returned today, Saturday, for a nice start to the weekend with a good disciplinary spanking session.

The subject was a very bad boy.  He had been entertaining very naughty thoughts, and needed to be disciplined.  He arrived on time.  He knew there was no other option.  He had been disciplined by myself before, and knew the rules.

I ordered him to strip down and stand and await my orders.

He did as instructed.

I then told him to kneel on the hard wooden floor.  After a moment's pause, the naughty male did so.

I couldn't help laughing a little bit at his discomfort, as he kneeled on the floor.

I walked in a close circle around him as he kneeled, slapping my palm with the rubber paddle that I planned to use on his behind.

He looked a little frightened, then looked down at the floor.

I then took him over my knee as I sat on my red wooden chair.

He struggled a bit, and I bore down on him.  One, two, three, four, up to twenty hard, hard strokes, and then a few more hard ones for good measure.  He bit his tongue as I gave him a quizzical look.  "I'm not taking any more lip outta you, do you hear me?"

He nodded.  He was smart enough to know that I did not even want to hear the tone of his voice -- speaking might make Mistress even more angry than she already was.

After this nice little warm-up, I then proceeded to really let in to his nice, warmed up ass.  It was my job to show him the error of his ways, and I would enjoy doing so!  He struggled a bit, but each time, I yanked him back into position and he helplessly went limp.  I wore out his rear end on the rubber paddle and then I switched to a nice riding crop that I like.  It fits nicely in my hand.  He knew not to say a word or risk ticking me off.

Thwack -- there were some "oohs" and "ahhh, no, mistress, please!" exclamations at this point.  But I paid it no mind.  Do I care about the pain he is receiving?

Not at all.

I knew I would graduate on to a nice, leather strap.  When I finally did, he was near tears.

OK, I'll be honest.  He was at the point of tears.

I finally let him up and he fell a little bit, insteading of rising to stand up straight.

Did I show any mercy?

Heavens no!  He did not deserve it.  "What's with the stumbling?"  He didn't answer.  "You weak thing, stand up straight, or else!"

He stood at attention, staring at the wall ahead of him.

"You're lucky I didn't go harder on you," I said to him in an even voice.

He stared at the wall.

OK, this annoyed me.

I gave him a look.  "What do you say to Mistress when she speaks to you?" I roared.

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's IT?"  I felt my voice rise up.  "All you say is "yes ma'am"?  That's not showing respect to Me."

"No, ma'am," he said, confused.  "I mean, yes ma'am."

It was time for a surprise.  He thought his discipline was over, but he had just ticked me off.

"Bend over that chair for me, my dear," I said in a sweet tone of voice.

He raised his eyebrows.  "This one?"  He was just trying to delay more discomfort.

"Of course, that one, you knucklehead."

He paused, and, that pause of his caused my spanking to be double hard than I had originally intended.

"Oooo -- ow"  and "Ooooooo -- OW!" were the only sounds in the room in addition to the pleasing smack of my blows on his already burning red ass.

"Had enough?" I said with a chortle in my voice.

He thought about this for a moment.  "If you feel I've had enough, Mistress, then yes.  But if you believe I deserve more, I am willing to suffer for You."

He leaned against the chair, waiting my orders.

Ah, a picture of true obedience.  Nothing pleases Me more.

I crossed my arms at the elbow, my spanking paddle resting against my thigh.

"Alright, I think you've paid the price for your disobedience and for annoying me."

"Thank you Mistress Aubrey," he breathed quickly.

"You may get dressed now."

"Thank you."  He turned in silence and obediently dressed himself.  He was so vulnerable, still smarting from my spanks, that I could have knocked him over with one swift kick to the ass with my black shoe.

But that would not be playing fair, now, would it?


Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!

Can you guess what Mistress did?


Ha, ha, ha.

He stood, fully dressed now, then, at my instructions, he bent down, kneeled and kissed my shoe.

I told him goodbye and reminded him of the need for strict obedience.

He bowed his head and left.

Do you REALLY think I'm the kind of dominant who would kick a poor dear in the keyster when he has already been severely punished?

Of course not.  No need.  I make my point in other ways.  After all, discipline is not a child's game.  It can be quite stern stuff.

Not all naughty boys are up to handling it.  No sobbing and crying over My knee will soften my blows and, in fact, they might bring even harsher punishment.  Isn't that a shame how that works?  ha ha ha


Mistress Aubrey

 

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