Our sl*ves only get to play with their b*lls IF We give permission. We catch sl*ve B not only failing to complete his cleaning task but also playing Snooker, “...trying the table...” naked but for his collar. We struggle to believe this degree of insubordination and yet Our natural disciplinarian tendencies take everything in their stride – sl*ve B will be punished. We bring with Us Our canes with which to mete out a thorough disciplinary beating.

As Our sl*ve tidies away the sporting accoutrements, he looks very sheepish indeed, knowing that a truly painful fate awaits him. We have the sub bend over the Snooker table, and he apologises whilst continuing to push his luck by cheeking Us. We are very disappointed at the sub’s continuing misbehaviour, he deserves a severe lesson, sent directly to this sl*ve’s brain through his backside!

Lady Dark Angel wields Her cane first, slicing into the sl*ve’s bottom with aplomb. Sharp cane strikes land regularly on the poorly behaved sub’s *ss and Our target’s attitude is adjusted rapidly. As the sl*ve reacts, he apologises properly as I smile and take My place adding to his t*rment. My first cane stroke has the sl*ve crying out in anguish. So soon! This wretch has no idea of how many more strokes We intend to punish him with.

I add further strokes, enjoying combining My accuracy and My strength into a vigorous caning. Meanwhile Lady Dark Angel enjoys watching the sl*ve s*ffer remorsefully. As She tells the sub “It is about what We say...what We want” and We want to mend the sub’s ways by destroying his *ss using methods pleasurable to Us only.

I check the bruised cheeks, the heat that I have put into the sl*ve’s bottom and Lady Dark Angel lectures Our sl*ve. We break him down once again; he is physically, mentally and submissively Ours. The sl*ve’s face turns red, matching Our clothing and he trembles in anticipation of further castigation. The sub hears Lady Dark Angel’s boots striding behind him and there is no doubt about what will happen next. She adds six swift strokes “Every one deserved!” that leave the sl*ve shouting for mercy.

The sl*ve is clearly more respectful now and We admire the stripes that we have raised on his sore *ss. Lady Dark Angel continues and the sl*ve sighs after each stroke, his body moving in response to the fierce p*in that he must endure. I stress the need for sl*ve B to focus on his tasks. We know that includes focus on sustaining a strong pose under caning pressure. I take another turn and order sl*ve B “Stay still” as I thrash his bottom into the baize of the Snooker table before him.

I sum up “A painful lesson indeed!” as Lady Dark Angel extracts further, utterly pathetic apologies from the sub. As She adds extra lashes “To make sure” that sl*ve B has learnt his lesson We both laugh at his anguish. We order sl*ve B to finish the cleaning in this room and to then continue cleaning the entire property.

Well and truly snookered! Our newly obedient sl*ve B turns to fetch his mop, and his brutalised *ss is exposed for all to see. We have turned his *ss the colour of a red snooker b*ll and provided the sub with his cue to work himself back into Our good books!

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