Thread: Keep telling yourself "It's for the money..." (PsionicCuttlefish & Delphine)

RE Keep telling yourself It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish D... I snorted softly after my little bitch said that her normal name was fine. As if she had a choice anymore! I also noted how sarcastic she sounded when she gave me her affirmative, addressing me appropriately as Master as she did so. But then...then she went off on a little speech of her own. One of my eyebrows slowly raised up as she went on, telling me she'd be a good little bitch right up until she leaves. In a way, it was an impressive display of will. Why, she was even self-congratulatingly wagging her tail to herself! I also took careful note about what she said, 'doing whatever she has to in order to stay alive'. Apparently she really needed the money. I might have even let her get away with her little outburst...but unfortunately for her, she had made one big mistake in her tirade. I just smiled sarcastically at her, brought both my hands up, and clapped them together. Bravo. Clap. That was a beautiful speech. Clap. I really might have even believed it... Clap. ...if I cared about what you do after we're done here. But then I kept my hands together, and my expression got dark. There's just one problem. A rather big one. I then lowered my hands and leaned in close to her, getting my face within an inch of hers as my expression glowered at her. You didn't say 'Master' anywhere in that little speech of yours. I growled out. I then suddenly stepped forward, pushing my body up against hers and invading her personal space as one hand went around to hold her back and the other went to the back of her head, holding her still while my face remained an inch from hers. For forgetting Rule Number One already, you must be punished. Time for your second lesson in BDSM. I then suddenly turned her around and started pushing her out into the receiving room. I went around the furniture while holding the puppy by the scruff of her neck to a trunk along a wall, one of many boxes containing 'basic essentials' that I had scattered around my house in preparation for my slave, so that I'd never have to go far to get something I needed. I lifted the top and reached into it in such a way that it remained almost closed so the slut couldn't see into it and get spoiled by the surprises inside. I felt around until I found what I needed and pulled it out a simple wooden paddle. I turned us around and marched the slut towards the couch in the center of the receiving room, but only to the side of it to the armrest. Bend over. I said, and not even waiting for her to comply I just pushed her torso forward, bracing her legs against the side of the couch and making her lay her belly on the armrest with the rest of her torso on the couch. I held her neck down with one hand while my other paddle-holding hand grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her back, then I pulled her panties down to her ankles, baring her ass for me, except... Lift your tail puppyslut, and I mean lift it up all the way , as high as you can go. And bitch, you better not lower your tail even a little bit, or I'll double your punishment. Don't turn your head, either. Eyes forward. In this way, not only was I giving her punishment, but I was forcing her to be an active participant in her own discipline. I waited for her to comply, then pressed the cool flat side of the wooden paddle against her asscheek and started moving it in a slow circle, letting her build anxiety and anticipation. You are new, so I am going easy on you today. I have many ways to punish mistakes or disobedience, but for right now...what you said was fine. I don't care about what you said. But forgetting to say 'Master' cannot be forgiven. I am going to give you four strokes for this. Don't forget your tail. I stopped rubbing the paddle around her ass in a circle and then brought it up high. I waited for a few moments in silence, feeling her tremble beneath me, letting her anxiety build as she wouldn't know the moment I strike. Fuck, I was getting really hard in my pants, they were tenting out significantly. Oh God, I loved this. Never -- I punctuated with a smack down on her left asscheek with the paddle in time with my emphasized word. I did it firmly , enough to sting, but nowhere near enough to actually harm, then lifted it back up. I actually didn't want to turn her off to the idea of fun spankings in the future, so I was being careful not to do it hard enough that she'd be too scared to feel it again. I only wanted her to remember the rule, and her ass would even only just barely get a little red from this. forget -- I brought down the paddle on her right asscheek this time. to say -- Left asscheek again. Master! Right asscheek. The whole time, I watched her tail to see if it lowered down...