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A VALUABLE LESSON

When I was in my mid-teens we welcomed two new teachers to our school. The geography teacher was a very sweet guy. But he was young, inexperienced and had no idea how to keep order. Which lead to chaos and mayhem in the classroom. After two months or so he tried to tighten up on discipline, but that ship had sailed already. He didn’t stand a chance and after three months he threw the towel and left for good.
The new history teacher, however, turned out to be a tyrant. He scolded us over the silliest things and we were not allowed to talk or move without his permission. Man, we were all so scared of him. He loosened the reins a bit after a couple of months and he turned out to be a relaxed and funny guy. If history taught Me anything, it’s that My history teacher was right: it’s much easier to relax after a strict start then to tighten up after being over indulgent. This same general rule applies for training your husband, a newbie slave or anyone else with a dick. Be strict, demanding, impatient, unforgiving and hard to impress in the beginning stages. Show him who’s boss on a grand scale and inspire so much fear that he’s ready to shit himself. Don’t hold back; knock yourself out. Or him. After merciless comes mercy, not the other way around. Remember that.
Lady Vortex de Esméralda

THE CARPET BEATER

She wanted Her husband (aka Her slave) to turn the dilapidated barn into a luxurious guest house. To be honest, it would have been easier to turn a shopping cart into a Rolls Royce, but, as always, he had no saying in this. She was in charge and had him by the balls. Figuratively and, quite often, literally. So he did what he’d always done: he obeyed and worked his ass off. The barn was smelly, dirty, dusty and filled with spider webs and by the end of each day he’d gathered more dust than a broom in its heyday. But She, always the practical one, had just the solution for that: an old fashioned carpet beater! Handwoven and made from strong rattan reed. Yes, it’s scary sometimes with the things these Women come up with. Anyways, at the end of a hard days work, She would beat the crap out of him with that thing. Not because She wanted to punish him, but because She wanted to dust him thoroughly, meticulously, exhaustively, rigorously, methodically, painstakingly. After that She would hose him down in the backyard with the garden hose. Because he was not going to contaminate the shower with all sorts of creepy bacteria. No, sir! Not on Her watch!
Man, isn’t She one in a million?