TO ADDI have the sl*t Daisy strapped down, bare *ss up, keenly awaiting a beating from Me. The unbroken skin of this sub’s *ss shows that it is “some time since you have been punished!” The sl*t now sounds fearful and yet We both know that My caning and whipping techniques are demonstrations of creative beauty, control and they are a privilege to receive.

A severe beating is overdue, the vulnerable sl*ve is spread out over the bench for Me, and I cannot wait to augment this sub’s submission. As I rake My red nails over his *ss and describe the punishment to be experienced the sl*t begs for mercy. We both know that there will be none and that the sub’s crying is really his acceptance and a demonstration of his desire to proceed. “For now, you will just keep taking it!” I instruct My sl*ve as I slap his cheeks in preparation for sterner challenges.

The warmup is loud, comprehensive and percussive. I produce a pink blush upon the sl*ve’s sore *ss. I take a leather belt and use it to belabour the top of the sl*ve’s legs - points of weakness that I work over ruthlessly. The sl*ve cries out in high pitched falsetto notes, like the sl*t that We know him to be. “You are here to s*ffer!” I continue the strikes, smiling as the sl*ve squeaks and squeals in p*in beneath Me.

“Quiet!” I order as the sl*ve complains about the b*rning heat that I am putting into his reddened thighs. I add to the severe stinging, applying judiciously targeted strikes to the weakened sub. As his skin turns from pink into dark red, the sl*ve grizzles, deep in My powerfully beating control. I dig My nails into the painfully punished parts of the sl*ve’s thighs and he flounders away, crying out.

As I pinch the p*ined sub, My smiles contrast with the sl*ve’s shrieks and begging for mercy. Pathetic! I decide what punishment is taken and I want this sl*ve in tears today. I produce the dragon t*il and the mere sight of one of its sweet t*ils sends the sl*ve into silent, compliant, obedience. Now I select a cane, and I begin to apply its sting directly to the sl*ve’s b*rning thighs. I swing ten, officially counted, bl*ws into the sl*ve who thanks Me for each individual stroke.

With beautiful red lines b*rning their way across the sl*ve’s buttocks I continue. The sl*ve miscounts, and his next ten strikes contain a bonus which I am all too pleased to deliver. My firm bl*ws buckle the sl*ve’s buttocks upon each delivery, his *ss clearly shown absorbing My power. At thirty strikes the sl*ve pants and moans “hurts so much, Miss!” I push on, demanding that the proper caning is completed.

At forty strikes I ensure that the sl*ve is able to “let it b*rn.” We will achieve fifty strikes but to do so the dragon t*il will be used for the final ten. As each lash lands the sl*ve’s feet tauten and his legs shake. We reach My target, fifty strikes, with the sl*ve yelling and shouting. I am satisfied and I confirm “We are not here to play games; you are here to please Me!”

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