Mistress has been up to her usual tricks.  I recently had a new client who was very unsure of himself but polite and respectful.  He thought he could handle a good, hard spanking.

So I draped him over my lap on my couch.  He was practically shaking with nervousness.  He had a nice body, not too muscular, not too skinny, just right.

I slapped his ass a few times to warm him up.  He handled that pretty well.

But when I took in hand my small leather paddle and started to warm up his ass, he wriggled and squirmed, until I had to hold tightly onto his shoulders with my left hand.  "Stop moving around!" I ordered.

He looked at me, turning his head around.  "But that hurt!"

"I know," I said.  "It's supposed to."  I had to hold back a smile, because he seemed so sensitive that any kind of laughing at him would have broken his will.  Poor thing.  I withheld my laughter, but believe Me, I was laughing inside.

He turned around to look forward, and resigned himself to enduring whatever punishment was forthcoming at my hands.

I started off easy with him, believe me.  But I'm afraid I got into it, and when Mistress gets into it, she can really turn the ass from white to pink to burning, red-apple red.

HOW NICE!!!  I enjoyed watching his ass get pinker and pinker, then red.  All the while he was holding back his cries and then, as I went along, he started to burst out here and there with an "Oh!" or "OW!!"

It was a lot of fun.  Then, I stopped.  I let him rest for a while.  He seemed exhausted, and I know it is very draining to hold off the sexual energy and excitement while at the same time, resisting the pain that builds and builds and builds and BUILDS.

To reward him, I allowed him to sit before me and massage my feet.  He did a so-so job.  This is often the sign of a happily married man who is never called upon by a demanding, bitchy woman to serve Her needs.  How do women get by without foot massages, I wonder?  For me, they are one of the great joys of life.  Like an orgasm, but different.  But I know that certain lines of energy and nerves in the foot are definitely connected to the sexual energy of our body.  Without question, at least for myself.

So, as he massaged my feet, I grew more and more generous-minded with the poor boy.

For his final spanking, I put him up on my spanking horse, where he relaxed into a sub space that nearly replicated sleep.  His eyes were half shut and he was silent.  I started with soft spankings with a wooden paddle, then harder, then soft again, back and forth, changing up the force and energy.

He floated away and off into the wild blue yonder.  When I was done spanking him for the last time, he sighed.  When he sat up from the spanking horse, he almost was a little dizzy, because he had been transported away.

I wanted to spank him much harder, but Mistress is humane, in her way.  I knew that he needed a softer level of pain to get him to float above the earth, ha ha ha.

I want you to be good, give your woman a foot massage that shows some SKILL in your fingertips, not too hard but not so faint that it's worthless.  Massage her feet as you'd wish she would massage your own body, with some passion in the fingertips.

Now, there, you've got your marching orders.  Mistress is accustomed to being obeyed.

I hope you're having a great autumn season.  While I miss the leaves as they turn color and fall to the ground, and the trees all become bare, I know this is a wonderful time of year, for spankings and even harder things that will go unmentioned here.  Be good.

Mistress Aubrey

 

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