Overnight on a Punishment Horse
Punish men in advance. Curb masculine wickedness with preventive suffering.
“Every man needs refresher courses in humility and obedience. If Mistress tolerates small errors, her male inevitably progresses to more serious sins.”
A gag kept the man from replying. Mistress Evangeline was not interested in his opinions.
“You have done nothing wrong. This is preventive discipline.”
She pressed on a leg weight, threatening his balance. She smiled at his fear.
“You’ve been a good slave. You built this punishment horse. Sturdy and secure, it will support your body for hours.”
She kissed a nipple, then squeezed it.
“Like most men you think whipping is the best punishment. Stinging lashes are thrilling. You’ve spent years dreaming of a cruel woman who would flay you with her lash. The punishment horse is so much better.”
For a moment he forgot his pain, marveling again at Mistress Evangeline’s deceptively gentle beauty.
“You are used to whippings. And you partly like them. The punishment horse will introduce you to new pains. Agony you don’t have resistance to. The sharp apex will cut into your perineum. Your leg muscles will stretch. You’ll cry tonight.”
She tickled him. The top of the punishment horse dug a gash in his perineum. He groaned.
“The punishment horse inflicts more than physical pain. Men tell me it is the cruelest disciplinary device. As the hours pass your misery will continually increase.”
Mistress Evangeline stared into his eyes. She was unfathomable. He knew that beneath the serene exterior, talk of his suffering aroused her.
“You won’t sleep. Each hour of wakefulness feeling more hateful than the last. Confused, anguished, you will edge into delirium.”
She checked her watch.
“I didn’t tell you that I have a new girlfriend. We have a date. I’m going to change clothes. We’ll go out for dinner and dancing. Think of us, how much fun we’re having.”
Mistress Evangeline started to leave.
“I’m sleeping at her place. I’m not sure when I’ll be back.