Disciplinarian Mistress Owner’s Lesson
Mistress Amelia was talking with her friend, Mistress Dale. The latter Mistress Owner was new to the female supremacy lifestyle. Mistress Amelia was her mentor.
“Don’t fret, Dale, your slave, Max, will become as humble a servitor as my Logan.”
“Your male is one of the most openly humble men I have ever seen. I envy you.”
“Logan knows that if he annoys me, he will be disciplined. A well-made cane is a Mistress Owner’s friend. With practice, I have learned how to inflict intense pain with little effort.”
Dale said, “Giving Max a proper punishment spanking is a strain. I’ve started going to the gym again. Time on the Stairmaster will make me a stronger Mistress.”
“With the proper technique, you can deliver forcible punishment without overtaxing your lungs.”
“Will you show me?”
Mistress Amelia smiled. It was not just that she enjoyed demonstrating her skills. She never tired of spanking men.
Logan was instantly at his Mistress Owner’s feet. His head bowed, he awaited her orders.
“Logan, go to the discipline room and strip.”
“Yes, Mistress Owner. Thank you, Mistress Owner.” And he was gone.
Amelia, “I have him thank me for every command. This keeps him mindful of his good fortune. He spent years search for a Mistress Owner. And he knows I can replace him when I wish.”
The women went to the punishment room. Logan stood naked, facing a corner. He blushed as the women entered. That Mistress Dale should see him naked, embarrassed the man.
“Logan, do not speak. Place yourself over the spanking bench.”
Logan was instantly in position. Mistress Amelia used leather straps to lock him in place. She selected an aluminum cane from an antique umbrella stand.
“Dale, there are prettier canes but none more effective. Now, watch my wrists and shoulders.”
With sure, slow strokes, Mistress Amelia whipped Logan. She turned to Mistress Dale.
“Notice, how I use my wrist. My shoulder barely moves. Beating him barely raises my heart rate.”
Mistress Dale asked about wrist strain.
“I have a daily stretching regimen.”
She continued to spank Logan for about ten minutes. Red streaks covered her male’s buttocks.
“Dale, you try.”
With Mistress Amelia’s guidance, she became proficient. She spanked Logan for almost a half an hour.
Ignoring Logan’s tears, Mistress Amelia freed him. Ordered to make tea, he left, still naked.
Mistress Amelia had yet to give him permission to dress. He served tea in the nude. Shame almost made him forget his aching backside.
Mistress Dale said, “I guess you can skip Logan’s maintenance spanking to day.”
The other woman shook her head. “No. Despite a day’s events, I never forgo that.”
“Skipping maintenance discipline is bad policy. Males need consistency. Besides, why would I deprive myself of my favorite pastime?”