You make it to the door, just as she grabs your hair. She yanks back hard, and you collapse sobbing to the floor. She then picks you up bodily, and throws you over the table.
You land badly, and your breath wheezes out of your lungs, black stars spin in front of your eyes, She starts to spank you.
"I won't stop until you beg me to, and say thank you for disciplining you. Such a rude little boy" her hand falls hard and fast slapping first one cheek and then the other, tears stream down your face, you hear her admiring the wonderful red colour that your butt cheeks are taking on.
You sob out "Please stop,... mistress.... I'm sorry...."
The punishment stops, "And the rest my dear." Her hand rests painfully on your ass, her fingernails start to dig in.
You quickly gabble on, "Thank you for disciplining me."
The mistress shows in another woman. "Plait her hair into a long braid, my dear." The mistress holds you down easily with one hand while the other woman goes to work, on your hair.
"Mistress shall I finish it off with a nice blue bow?" she asks. You can't get your breath to speak, so shake your head vigorously.
"Okay John, it is your choice. Give her the sparkly pink bow, then."
The woman finishes off your braid with a very feminine frilly pink bow.
"John the best you can do for yourself is submit, and see that you have already lost." She lifts your head so that you can see the piles of clothes resting on the side unit.
She walks over to the sideboard, while your hair dresser pulls your braid, and slips it around her wrist for a better grip. You hiss as the pain stabs through you.
"Do you want to wear this darling little outfit, my dear?" She holds it up, and you are aghast there is practically nothing there. However your eyes slip over the other clothes too, and they look even worse for you.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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