Mistress was not happy with her good boy. Not happy at all.
Good boys do not stare at Ladies' bottoms.
Good boys do not lose their tempers with sweet girls and say things that make them cry.
No, no, Ms. Betty's good boy does not do such things.
Mistress made Terry tell her all these things. Every time he gets a "whipping" he has to recite the reasons he is being punished before it starts.
"What are we going to do now, Terry?"
"Punish me," he whispered very quietly. Fear was thick in his voice. He sounded near tears and his pants were not even down yet. Mistress had promised him a long, hard spanking. And she was about to keep that promise.
"Remove your pants. Get on your bed." There was a pause as Terry prepared himself. Then, "I'm ready, Mistress," he reported, in an even quieter voice.
The spanking began with 50 swats with his wooden paddle, 25 hard and fast on each cheek. He bucked, writhed, moaned, howled as the wood struck his bottom. "Ow, ow, ow, Ma'am, please."
Next came the hairbrush. 50 on each cheek, then another 100, alternating from cheek to cheek. Then 25 on the inside of each thigh. He let loud low groans and hissing cries as the stinging blows landed. The flyswatter came next. 25 one the back of each thigh. When they were done he lay there sobbing softly, pleading with his Mistress not to punish him any more.
But Mistress was just getting started. She ordered the rubber cord.
"Nooooo, not that please not that."
"Oh yes, that."
"You're going to huuuurt meeee!"
"That's right."
50 hard and fast on each cheek. He screamed loudly as each lash fell. He sobbed, begged, pleaded "don't make me, don't make me" but still the whipping continued. First that set and then a 2nd just like it. 200 times that vicious whip end tore into him, leaving burning welts in its wake. Then the whip was turned to the inside of his thighs. 25 burning lashes on each one.
"Oh oh oh," Terry sobbed. "No more, please no more."
But yes, there was still a lot more to come. The rod.
"Noooo," cried Terry. "Not the rod. I don't want the rod."
"I want the rod," said Mistress. "And you are going to get the rod."
"Nooo-ooo." But despite the pleas and protests, the rod came out. 100 hard, fast strokes that made him thrash and scream. "Mistress pleee--eeeaasse." He sobbed loudly. "It hurts, it hurts, please."
Terry needed a little lesson about fighting Mistress about his punishments. Mistress used her thickest switch to teach it to him. 12 on each cheek. 12 on the back of each thigh. 12 more on the inside of each thigh. He sobbed loudly. "No more, no more."
With his attitude readjusted it was time to complete his punishment. 12 strokes with the rod on his privates. He cried, he begged, but the blows came down. Each one prompted a long, high pitched scream. Without so much as a pause for breath Mistress added another 12. This time he did not scream, he simply sobbed as he begged Mistress to stop the punishment.
Mistress did not stop. She used the rod on the inside of his thighs. He screamed, cried, begged. "No, no, nooo." "Plee -ee-ee-ease."
"Almost done," said Mistress. Fresh sobs poured from Terry.
Mistress had a little surprise for her good boy. 12 more strokes on his shaft. Terry sang out a loud chorus of sobbing screams as the rod bit into the most tender part of his flesh. "Oh oh oh, Ma'am, please."
"Amost done."
Mistress used the hairbrush. 12 on each cheek, right on top of each other in the exact same spot. Then a 2nd set in a different spot, again the stinging blows landed right in on top of each other. Then a 3rd set, again all in the exact same spot.
Terry blubbered. He babbled pleas for mercy through his tears. But it still wasn't quite over.
100 more with the rubber cord. Then another 50.
Terry could not speak anymore. He could not even scream. He just sobbed.
Mistress was satisfied. Her good boy had learned his lesson. He would not be losing his temper or staring rudely again any time soon.
Mistress praised her good boy, telling him how proud she was that he took his spanking. She let him rub his bottom, his thighs, his other sore places. She told him it was all over and he was still her good boy.
Terry felt better. Mistress put him to bed, with is hot sore bottom to keep him warm.
Ms. Betty
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