Lady Phoenix lays down the law; Our sl*ve boy has idle hands and so he will be punished “in a suitable way!” Our sub has not polished Our leather boots sufficiently. I smile at the thought of his punishment, for sl*ve A will soon feel Our wrath. We have the hooded sub presented naked for Us, with his *ss available to Us both and his body bound to a cross. I order the sub to keep his bottom out for easy thwacking; I want plenty of surface area to punish.

We begin together and belabour the sub’s *ss, slapping the sub’s asscheeks firmly, percussively, in quick time. Together We redden the sl*ve’s *ss, moving over the entire surface, rhythmically eroding the sl*ve’s ability to stay still under p*in. The sl*ve whimpers and Lady Phoenix smells his weakness “Well, look at that!” She cries with a righteous sense of accomplishment.

But We are not even started, We continue to wallop the sl*ve’s *ss, and his cheeks now wobble with each bl*w. The sl*ve’s skin colours up and the well-deserved punishment continues. We cover the sub’s thighs with generous amounts of slaps as well, and the sl*ve moans, j*rking within his bonds, attempting to save his hide. We appreciate the sound that every single slap makes and We take the sl*ve further into his punishment. Even now Our boy professes his guilt and accepts the punishment as his weak flesh contorts under Our cruelly accurate barrage of bl*ws.

As Lady Phoenix adds further combinations of slaps and spanks, sl*ve A sighs and whimpers with the recognition that there is no escape. We set the rules, We judge the behaviour of subs and We punish at Our whim. Meanwhile Lady Phoenix continues turning the sub’s *ss redder and, more vibrantly, redder, towards the same shade as Her scarlet nails! I ram home the punishment verbally, making sure that the sl*ve understands that this is a lesson well worth learning from.

As I demand responses from the sub, he exhales, unable to talk – Lady Phoenix is working over his thighs once more and She knows “he doesn’t like this!!” She leaves sl*ve A breathless, hanging on for his sanity and I join in “he hates it!!” and We spank his thighs hard, laughing uproariously at the sub’s predicament. Now sl*ve A squirms and cries out, he finds the punishment severe, testing, limit enhancing. The sub knows he must satisfy Our punishing standards and take whatever We give. Only by doing so will We be satisfied and the sl*ve rewarded.

“So painful, just as it should be” I decree and We rub Our sharp, red nails over the sl*ve’s hot skin. The sub is sensitive, sore, unable to seek rescue, dependent upon Us and We know what is best for sl*ve A. I take up the smacking of his thighs once more and the sl*ve’s knees buckle, his hands hold him up as I buffet his bruisingly punished legs.

We take turns to apply further smacks, belabouring the p*ined buttocks until they are hot to the touch. Every single spank is so well deserved, the l*ttle red *ss takes more and more, reddening as We sate Ourselves turning the pale bottom deliciously red. Our sl*ve will not sit down for some time; his buttocks have been trashed cruelly. We have ensured that sl*ve A’s *ss has been turned bright red and left b*rning. We know that the sub has learnt his lesson this time.

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