A Spanking Lesson for the boy who Talks too much – a fragment #ASMSG


English: The Lochgelly Tawse

English: The Lochgelly Tawse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Please Mistress!” He turned his pleading eyes toward me. Tied to the bed, he could manage no further movement. “I’m sorry I talked back to you and I promise I’ll never do that again.” His voice was high-pitched with fear, and the words tumbled one over the other. “I promise, Mistress! I promise.”

He hadn’t learned a thing; he had no permission to speak, and yet he babbled out his pleas for mercy.

“I’m sure you’re sorry now,” I said, slapping my hand with the double-strap tawse. Two straps wouldn’t hurt anymore than one, but the noise of the leather-against-leather on his flesh would remind him of his place. “But sorry isn’t good enough.” I glared at him. “Your behavior today is unacceptable. You know I don’t tolerate insolence.”

“But I forgot,” he whined piteously. “Please, Mistress. I just didn’t remember.”

And still he prattled on, never knowing when to shut his mouth.

I slapped my hand again with the tawse. The resulting crack made him wince. “I have something that will help you remember.”

I dropped the tawse on the bed long enough to retrieve a pair of scisssors from my night table. I bent over his muscled ass and slipped the scissors into the waistband of his underwear. I hate tighty-whities, but they were easier to cut from his body than boxers would have been.

“Please,” he moaned.

I ignored his pleas and picked up the tawse once again. I reached high with my right hand, as far above my shoulder as possible, and brought it down on his smooth ass with all of my strength.

Sss-crack-CRACK!

The report echoed in the small room, and he jerked and cried out. Again and again, I whacked his ass until the powerful blows nearly drowned out his cries.

After 20 harsh strokes, he was wiggling and sobbing desperately; by 30 he’s screaming, his body writhing on the bed, his ass bright with a red blush that I knew would later bruise.

“Next time” Sss-crack-CRACK! “keep your” Sss-crack-CRACK! “mouth shut!” Sss-crack-CRACK!

7 responses to “A Spanking Lesson for the boy who Talks too much – a fragment #ASMSG

  1. I can always use a spanking…but I know when to shut the fuck up! 🙂

    Bad Penny (really isn’t that bad LOL)

  2. What a delicious story. I love a woman with a cruel streak! 😉 And I would also know to shut up when I’m already in trouble…

    • (This is paddledhusband’s Wife/Mistress) What a wonderful story! Isn’t it sad when our slaves just don’t know when to stop talking? *evil grin* I know my slavehubby quickly promises how he’ll be good *next* time, but if that’s so true, we wouldn’t be here *this time*! 🙂

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