I am as comfortably, stylishly clothed as My Female sl*ve is naked. I have

her bent over a spanking bench; very prettily, but not quite just so. “Stand

up straight, present your bottom” I command and the sl*ve’s response is

gratifyingly instantaneous. My girl straightens her legs and the consequent,

inviting, curve of her *ss is shown to all. I trace My fingers over her skin,

feeling her tremble. I have warmed My girl up “everywhere else, all in

preparation for what is coming for your bottom.”

I begin, slapping her *ss cheeks. The first, percussively loud, spank has My

girl exhaling, breathing in deeply as she tries to match My rhythm. My smile

shows that I am already enjoying using My sl*ve in this way. I spread the

spanks over her skin, listening to her gasps. The sub’s *ss reddens, her

cheeks blushing furiously as I rain down hand spanks that reverberate

throughout My dungeon’s rooms.

My sl*ve’s head remains bowed as she gasps more loudly, bravely staying

with Me as I increase her t*rment. I add layers of p*in, stinging slaps

“warming it slightly!” and I notice my sub’s *ss turning a lovely shade of

pink as her legs betray her and move as each spank lands. My sub’s gasps

for air punctuate the whacks as I ensure that the sub’s skin colours

complement each other, how quickly her *ss reddens under My attention!

I run My dark red nails over My sl*ve’s spanked rear, and I hear her moan

as the sharp nails dig into her flesh. My sl*ve-property absorbs what I

demand, and I want her to take more in order to please Me. I tease the

paddle, the strap, the tawse, crop or cane – which implement will it be?

What will take My eye today “to provide the most effective level of p*in?”

Today I choose the harsh leather strap and demand a number from My girl.

I enjoy the delicious anticipation, wondering how brave My girl will be when

selecting a number of strokes to receive – given that she has not received

any such punishment from this strap before! Of course, I demand that My

sl*ves fulfil themselves – every sl*ve should ask for the maximum that they

are able to take for Me.

My rosy cheeked girl chooses five and I oblige her this time. The first strike

has her moan, and she draws a heavy breath in. “Delicious strike, across

those bare cheeks” I say and I continue to apply the remaining four strikes.

At five I challenge My girl “Why stop there, when we are having so much

fun?” I detect bruising, gorgeous deep red marks and I encourage My girl to

accept a further eight strokes – a lucky thirteen in total!

I add the strokes deliberately, with My customary fine aim. Each stroke is

strong, spiteful, loving and each one requires acceptance from My girl. I

hear her moans, her deep breathing: I have her compose herself and I

continue, caring for her remorselessly. Into double figures and My girl’s *ss

shows the effects of being overwhelmed. I add the next three strokes in

quick time as My sl*ve bucks and her head rises. “Good” I declare as I

pace behind her and then inspect the satisfying bruises. I trace the outlines

of the strap on her *ss as My girl pants with relief and with the residual

smarting of the p*in.

Once again I progress My sl*ve, suggesting that three more strokes will

help her. Again, My girl is ready to agree with My superior knowledge of her

needs “Yes, Miss” and I deliver the strokes. At sixteen strokes My girl

struggles with the red-hot, searing p*in of the final stroke. “Those beautiful,

bare cheeks” – I promise My girl that We will continue in a while, with the

cane!

In this clip I have challenged My sl*ve girl’s thresholds with My leather

strap. Indeed, with agreement, I have extended her limits. I have allowed

her to work with Me, to become a more fulfilled and fulfilling sl*ve; a sub

able to please Me in ways that I desire.

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