AFTER THE CANING IS OVER

Mistress is SO kind. After a well-earned caning strapped down to the punishment horse, sissygurl gets her reward, some vigorous strap-on loving from her Mistress.
Sissygurl no longer needs to be restrained as she is only too happy to be taken. Mistress caresses the cane marks, lifts sissy's skirt and lacy petticoats, slides her adorable panties to one side and gently but firmly slides Her thick Ladycock deep into sissy's eager gurlpussy.

Sissy squealed so gurlishly under the cane, each burning stroke making her more compliant and submissive. But now she's moaning like a woman in heat as Mistress takes what's Hers, firmly and deeply. Each thrust of Her Ladycock cements Her role as sissy's Superior, Her belly slapping against Her sissy's red-hot bottom makes Her feel like a Goddess... 

The Re-education of Tris Neill

Matron's Hairbrush

It is a late October evening and the wind is cold and damp as it swirls across the courtyard and plasters my black gabardine skirt tighter against my thighs. Matron tugs impatiently on my leash as she escorts me back to the Stepford Re-Education Center Dormitories. i totter fearfully in her wake, my high heels and tight skirt hobble me, my anxiety makes me clumsy.
Her displeasure is evident as i glance up at the tall, womanly figure in front of me. Her stride is hurried, Her posture erect and commanding. i clutch my purse to my breast, trying to stay warm in my pretty but thin ivory blouse. My nipples harden inside my lacy bra, and not just from the cold, as i think about the punishment She is sure to reward me with once i am back in my room.
My face is still burning and red from the slapping Miss Wells, the administrative office manager, had given me just minutes ago.

My first week in secretarial training had not gone as well as i had hoped, to say the least. i had proven to be forgetful, clumsy and willful, according to Miss Wells, an opinion she relayed to Matron in clipped and disgusted tones as i stood next to Her, my head lowered in dismay.

'Get into your room, young lady', Matron snaps once we are back inside Dormitory  C. 'Once I have filled in your report, I will be back to deal with you. Now, get in that corner and KNEEL!'

i hear a rustling noise behind me and a moment later she yanks my head back by my hair and rubs Her still warm panties over my face- a familiar (and secretly welcomed) humiliation. 'Hold them there with your pretty little nose until I get back,' She hisses. i shiver as i hear Her lock my room door behind Her. i press the warm nylon firmly against the wall- i dare not let them drop!

to be continued...

Message From Mistress

 "Oh Mistress!!" I moan in frustration as your hand leaves my breasts and you settle back into the chair.  You gently grab a handful of my hair and repeat your suggestion that I take you deeper into my mouth.  I obey.  There is nowhere else I want to be right now than on my knees before you with a throbbing red bottom giving you head. My lipsticked lips wrap around your LadyCock, leaving pink smears as I bob my head, sucking and licking so eagerly. A wonderful feeling of submission washes over me and i moan and whimper. This is where I belong!

Mistress spoke, "You asked me yesterday, do I think you are a slut? I think you've answered your own question. Sluttishness is, above all, a state of mind. 

The eager desire to please your Mistress is what turns you on, too. When you choose the clothes to wear, you're thinking about how sexy you will look, how pleasing to Mistress as She lifts your skirt and bends you over. When you do your make-up, you are thinking how this shade of lipstick will look smeared on Her Lady-cock. When you slide your silky stockings up your freshly-shaven legs you are thinking how soft and feminine they will feel to Mistress as they wrap around Her waist.I think you have a special gift, you are a natural slut."

Note to self: remember to pack your kneepads next time, silly gurl!

Be Spanked Now

Oh don't make such a fuss, Mandi! You know it's part of your job description. Do you think we hired you for your filing skills?

-But I was told that I would be working under Ms. Hawthorn as her Personal Assistant! Why are you spanking me? Where's Ms. Hawthorn? OW! OW! OW!!!

Ms. Hawthorn will be here very soon, she asked me to remind you of our company policy on tardiness and that is just what I am doing. You can't tell me that this is the first time you've been spanked at work, I've read your resume.

Do you like my new earrings?

Do you think they make me look slutty?

Maybe just a little...


i sigh as You flip my short skirt up and tuck my silky slip into my deliciously feminine garterbelt. i do love garterbelts, wearing them makes me feel so girly. You slide my panties down to the lacy tops of my seamed stockings and stroke my hot, cane-striped cheeks. 'So sweet and girlie, trissy. I love the way your bottom looks framed with silk and lace. And what lovely welts I've given you with my cane.'You knead my bottom cheeks firmly, making me squeal.'Oh dear, does that hurt? Poor baby!' You laugh, smacking my bottom hard.'Let's get that naughty little bottom ready, shall we? I do like a nice hot, red bottom on the end of my 'cock'.

i moan quietly as You force my thighs apart and run Your finger around my rosebud. 'Spread for Me, gurl!', You snap and i hurriedly reach back with my pink-nailed hands and pull my cheeks apart.'Please, Miss, i need it so badly', i sigh, as i feel the first firm touch of Your cockhead at my pussy's entrance. i arch my tummy down, forcing my bottom high and open, just for You. Slowly but firmly, You enter me for the first time, stretching and stretching me until, with a pop, You are in me. You pause, with just the head inside my pussy-lips. 'Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!', i shriek in pain and delight. 'You're inside me, Mistress!Your cock is inside my pussy!' You laugh huskily and gently pump back and forth a little. 'Does that feel good, trissy? Does my little gurlie like being fucked? I think you do, you little slut!'

Dance For Me, Sissygurl!!

"When a sissy needs to be punished he should already know he needs it, why and expect it. At this point it is required to relive his guilt and permit him to go on. Not punishing a sissy can be cruel and every owner should realize and remember this. You have a responsibility to punish your sissy when needed for his own mental health.

An over the knee spanking in a punishment dress with hands locked behind his back and skirt and petticoats up then time in the corner preferably in front of others is the best overall method.

If they seem to like it as previously mentioned in this article
you need to increase the audience until you have reached the level where the
sissy finds it a method of improvement rather than a fetish. Test the waters to
be sure but bring in strangers, co workers a boss a friend a lover a relative.
Explain that your sissy needs punishment and public penance to make good and you need a witness."

Words of wisdom from Madam Rebecca

A Good Little Slut

I enter your bedroom and lock the door. You are still in  your corner but, as I cross the room and stand behind your quivering figure, I know how very disobedient you have been. I can smell your sweet musk and there is a droplet of moisture trickling slowly down your inner thigh. But the contrast between the paleness of your thighs and the glowing scarlet of your bottom is enchanting. 

I grab your ear and march you, stumbling in your slut-heels, to the end of your bed. In an instant, I sit down and spin you down over my knee, helpless and anxious. Your bare bottom is thrust up in supplication and surrender. We both know this is where you need to be, this is what we both crave like a drug. My right hand smacks your rosy cheeks, hard and fast. "Oooh, Master" you gasp. You try to protect your sore bottom with your right hand, the other is  desperately grasping the bedspread. I pull your wrist up into the small of your back and smile to myself as I notice the moisture on your fingers. I am going to enjoy this, and so, obviously are you. I spank your naughty bottom hard and fast, one cheek, then the other until you are squealing loudly and kicking your pretty legs frantically. I stop spanking and gently caress your glowing, hot bottom. My fingers slide slowly, slowly down your cheek and across your inner thigh. Your skin feels like warm satin. You sigh as my fingers softly slide further between your legs. I murmur "display" and you part your thighs so very easily. "Present" I whisper and your bottom rises eagerly, anxiously and my fingers glide across the slickness of your labia. One finger, then two enter you, swirling and gently thrusting. You moan like a woman, not a girl, and pump your aching pussy hard back against my hand. You can feel my thickening cock poking into your belly through my jeans. We both remember the feel, the heat of your mouth encircling my cock. My fingers pump faster and you squirm sluttishly, "Please, sir," you gasp. I lean over close and whisper, "Are you going to be a good little slut for me now?" 

"Fuck, yes!!' you reply.