Tag Archives: Femdom Discipline

SCHOOLDAYS

I’m here on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Headmistress White said, and Headmistress Red is here on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You, Richards, are sent to the Headmistress’s office on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to be disciplined, but never on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Can you give Me an explanation as to why that is?
The God’s smile favourably on You, Headmistress, he said with a deviant smile.
Watch your tongue, Richards! Do you like being punished? Is that it?
His smile faded a little and his face turned red.
I … don’t know, Headmistress.
Her words lashed out at him. That won’t do, Richards! You are one of the best students of this school, so stop wasting My time and answer the question.
Yes Headmistress, he whispered, I … I like being punished … … by You.
An awkward silence fell between them and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was scared, She could see that. Scared of the consequences of what he just said. Scared of what would happen next.
(He’s at My mercy now, She thought. I hold his future in My hands.)
Well, well, She said. How about that: a submissive young man.
He erupted. Please let me suffer for You. Please, Headmistress.
Don’t you worry about that, Richards! Clearly I did not punish you hard enough. So pull down your pants, bend over and say a prayer.

THE PROBLEM SOLVER

More often than not, submissive men are stuck in their old habits, despite trying to be a good slave. They call Me for help, because I’m a Problem Solver, also known as The Mad Motivator from Manchester. I don’t care if they’re inexperienced, selfish, ignorant or stupid: you name it, I cane it. No, I do not negotiate with creatures who think (occasionally) and talk (continuously). To Me a male slave is just a big lump of meat and the road to true obedience starts with a bruised ass. I will discipline and punish regardless if they like it or not. Push them to their limits and beyond. That’s when the moaning, groaning and begging starts. It’s such a wonderful feeling to turn a big, strong man into a sobbing little bitch. Sometimes tears, genuine tears, run down their face. I’m not aiming for it, but I love it when it happens. The creature is now willing to do whatever I demand him to do. God, that’s such a thrill. Tears are wonderful, but they do not signal the end of the session though. He’s on the path to redemption, the painful path of becoming a better slave and it’s My job to beat him in the right direction. His training, ordeal, punishment, living hell or whatever you want to call it, stops when I want it to stop.
Madame More.

SPANKY SPANKY

Picture the scene: you’re facedown on the bed, with your bottom way up in the air. Man, there’s enough meat on your ass to start a bloody restaurant, isn’t there? Anyways, let’s not get into that. Your Mistress walks into the room and sits down on your back, facing your mighty ass. The full weight of Her beauty is pressing down on you, and that’s an incredible sexy feeling. She has brought some goodies: a paddle, a brush, a belt, a frying pan and two strong hands. She starts with Her hands, followed by the pan, the brush, the paddle and the unforgiving belt. The pain isn’t too bad at first, but gets worse quickly. You fear the belt, and for good reason, because it can literally bring you to tears. You’re begging Her to stop, but your plea falls on deaf ears, because She doesn’t do half measures. A true spanking starts when you really want it to end, She says, and desperate times call for desperate measures. You have no clue what She means by that, you only know that your ass is in desperate pain. And so the punishment is, as always, extremely long, hard and merciless. Then, after God knows how long, She looks down on your blistered and raw skin and decides to call it 1) a day, 2) a triumph and 3) a thing of beauty.
Get up, She snaps, you can’t lay in bed all day, now can you? You lazy pig!