REMINDING YOU THAT YOU'RE MINE

Bent over and restrained to my bench, my slave is in need of discipline. he needs reminding of his place on a regular basis so he doesn't get ideas above his station. his place is, and always will be to serve me.  i circle my subject; wearing sexy high heels, black fishnet lingerie, stockings and seductive red lips. the sound of my heels striking the floor builds my slaves' nervous anticipation. i begin by mocking his now impotent locked cock before moving onto the main event - punishing his backside for my sadistic desire.  i take time in selecting my first weapon of choice for the warm up; a thick leather paddle should ease him in relatively gently. i stand in front of him, his nose just millimetres from my perfect ass. this view should give all the encouragement needed to endure this punishment for me.  i start layering the paddle strokes onto his ass, giving even and repetitive blows. my slave is struggling already and this is just the warm up! every time he cries out; i laugh. his suffering is an utter delight to hear. i get such enjoyment from seeing an unmarked bottom turn crimson. i intend to make this slaves' place known, once and for all. a cruel smirk comes across my perfectly painted red lips, i can't hide my enjoyment at his demise. his bottom feels red hot but this isn't going to stop me, i think we need something more substantial to continue.  i choose a thick leather strap for the next round of strikes. 24 blows across his backside, and naturally, he will count every one. we go for 2 rounds of 12, he knows the rules, count each lashing and thank me for it. the punishment is completed with a cruel caning. i intend on making him take 12 strikes with my favourite senior cane, his backside already in bits, this should really make my intentions know. i circle my prey, making him beg for the caning to begin; to be shown his place. as i swish the cane through the air i suggest that my slave prepares himself for the sadistic strokes that will come. i expertly deliver 12 clean strokes across his sore backside. the delicious red welts will be a reminder of his place for days to come.