“Who will break first?” I ask One of Our favourite questions as, bedecked in high heels, matching lingerie and with canes at the ready Miss Maxwell and I consider the two sl*ves before us. Our boys shiver, not with cold but with fear, because the fire in front of them is surely enough to warm their naked flesh. Everyone here is aware that We will soon warm their arse cheeks and sufficiently so that, to the touch their lucky *sses will be described as “hot as hell.”

Ever caring, Miss Maxwell confirms with both sl*ves that they wish most dearly to “...make Us happy and smile, with sadistic pleasure, yes???” We debate whether the canes will break before Our boys and then I begin, with trademark accuracy, delivering “...sets of six...” strokes. After My first lash My boy wriggles and readjusts his sore posterior and I continue, growing into My pleasurable task. Soon I have My boy counting each stroke and thanking Me for My efforts, showing the respect that is due to Me.

Miss Maxwell takes over, starting the second sl*ve down today’s path of p*in. Soon the sub sighs with the effort of withstanding the bl*ws and, at four strokes, the first cry of p*in rings out clearly – such fun! Half a dozen strokes are delivered rapidly to increasing cries of p*in, a natural crescendo indeed! Miss Maxwell then kindly volunteers to continue with the other sl*ve; She needs no rest, and Miss Maxwell takes the time to discipline this sl*ve. As I remind the sl*ve to count each stroke, Miss Maxwell ensures that the sub retains his position, remembers his place and shows respect to Us both.

Miss Maxwell rapidly changes the colour of the boy’s *ss, adding bright red patches and then darker lines – some of which match his companion sl*ve’s colouration. We try so hard to be fair when lashing multiple sl*ves simultaneously! I return to the other sub, eliciting cries of p*in as I encourage him “Good Boy!!” to continue his chosen path of servitude today. Miss Maxwell studies the form of each sl*ve and derives such entertainment from every dominant moment “I love watching him quiver!!”

We arrive at twelve strokes each, with the sl*ves clenching their cheeks and making involuntary adjustments to survive the onslaught brought by two dominant Females wielding canes with skill. Now We push onwards to eighteen strokes each, admiring Our expert prowess and the delicious noises extracted from Our sl*ves. Miss Maxwell ensures that any hint of a smiling sl*ve is removed, expunged and crushed under further br*tal lashes.

I push on, moving towards two dozen strokes each, with both sl*ves displaying bruised, reddened seats. As I take one sl*ve towards delirium Miss Maxwell then applies stinging bl*ws that re-awaken him, his cries ringing out and filling our drawing room. As She ends Her next half-dozen the sl*ve takes a knee and rises slowly, his *ss ruined, as I declare “...he’s up for a challenge Miss!” I continue and elicit Tarzan-style shouts from the destroyed wreck of sl*ve J...Miss Maxwell has him kneel, finished, whilst We turn our attentions to the other sub...

...now We rapidly cane the remaining sub, Our canes in constant motion, landing one after the other in a repeated battering. The sl*ve is soon dancing a jig as Our co-ordinated artistry wrecks his *ss and takes his mind down, spiralling into full submission. The sl*ve drops to the floor and, as ordered to by Miss Maxwell, the sl*ve crawls to each of Us in turn, kissing Our feet.

We are very happy with today’s canes; they are certainly made of sturdy stuff and have seen off both sl*ves. As for the subs, as Miss Maxwell says “...the more the boys take, the happier We are!”

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