We stand ready to punish. There is no room for the fainthearted when We don Our denims and are clearly in the mood to punish sl*ves. Two supreme blonde dominants, Our exacting standards have not been met yet again by the pathetic pair of subs who wait on their knees for Us. Both subs are pleasingly marked up already, from prior whippings for previous disciplinary infractions.

I discuss teaching the boys a proper lesson with Miss Maxwell. We cover topics as diverse as severe thrashings to stitching lips shut. We decide that a mere hand spanking is not harsh enough to even begin with. Therefore, We graduate immediately to “the leather!” We pummel the sub’s backsides with Our paddles landing in unison, with the sounds of loud, efficient slaps ringing out.

We are eager to have this punishment linger long in the sl*ves’ memories. Miss Maxwell sets a brisk pace, landing bl*w after bl*w on the ripe buttocks of the nearest sl*ve. I match Her strike for strike; My backhand delivery begins to bruise the buttocks of My target. Both sl*ves shift timidly, afraid to cause Us any difficulties in landing Our sharp leather hammerings. We smile as We warm to Our task and the boy’s buttocks warm up rapidly – We soon reach fifty strikes each.

The disgraced sl*ves admit “That was br*tal, Mistress, thank You!” Well, one sl*ve does, the other has been reduced to quiet contemplation of his fiery *ss-cheeks! Both boys have reddened rumps, and they are becoming shinier by the minute. We drive onwards, with the sl*ves counting each beautifully delivered stroke.

At one hundred strokes each, both sl*ves are sighing, twisting their bodies in search of cheeky relief. There is no other sign of cheekiness now! We swap paddles and, with the boys attempting to recover, Our next stokes catch them by surprise. We add a further seventy-five strokes each as the sl*ves count through gritted teeth. What a lovely arm workout for us, as We have the sub’s *sses “glowing nicely.”

Now We up the soreness, adding twenty-five hard strokes. We have arrived at two hundred strokes each. We agree that it is time for Our belts to be used, one hundred fine strikes per sl*ve. These strikes elicit more groans of p*in and the subs sound pressured. The bruising starts to look impressive “No sitting for you!” as the boys are silent, contemplating their behaviour and their place in life. We bring the total strikes up to three hundred each.

Our boys thank Us for the effort that We have put into beating them. Leather, p*in, sweat and tears are a perfect combination, and Our sl*ves have learnt a valuable lesson today. We will send them off to their duties, in the kitchen and garden respectively, whilst We take our ease and await the results of their hard work.

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