Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy got a call from school. The teacher said that you had sworn at her and that you had an accident. This time around, the teacher had no spare clothes and demanded that mommy come get you. Mommy Anna threw on her high heels, grabbed her purse and lit a cigarette. She got in her car and drove so fast she almost got pulled over on the way to the school. When Mommy arrived, she was everything but happy.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445
There are a few stances that Tessa comes into, where she feels liberated. On all fours is one of them. I still don’t know exactly what it is that makes me feel so good in this position, but I definitely don’t discourage from it. It might be the way it makes me feel, having my ass sticking out, all ready for something dirty to happen. Or it might be the way my head is ready for something to come sticking out and for me to put in my mouth. Regardless, I love this position.
Let’s be real here. We were at a party a few nights ago, and there was a wooden paddle I happened to see. You were walking around with it. The party was going off, and I decided to get on all fours and come into my own self expression, as I do sometimes. You happen to see me, and you weren’t sure of what to make of me and my pose. On the floor is not how most people tend to be. I may have missed that I was also walking around on all fours. I made it seem like this was a normal practice I did.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445
I’m normally the disciplinarian. There are those moments though, where Tessa needs to snap back into reality. Those are the moments where discipline becomes necessary and appropriate. During those moments, I demand to be given no mercy.
I had been bad that month, all month long. If I wasn’t getting in trouble for this, I was getting in trouble for something else. If I wasn’t fixing a massive mistake I had made, I was causing another catastrophic issue to come into fruition. The game of Cause and Effect can be so detrimental. And when an adult is the one causing all the mayhem, it just feels so much more serious. You would think after going through so much, that I would learn countless lessons. Yet, it seems to be that I continue to cause them, and scramble to fix them.
There is this theory imbedded in the depths of my brain that maybe I enjoy the discipline that comes with messing up so badly. Discipline means that I’m going to have to assume the position; usually bent over on someone’s lap. I’m going to have to take countless paddle spankings, either from a wooden paddle, or someone’s bare naked hands.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445
Destroying your ass from the outside in is something that Mistress Tessa is no stranger to. Something about all of those short gasping breathes that you’re taking, with each spank, that make this Mistress feel a certain way. And understand, my secret remains that on the inside, my pussy is getting juicier by the minute. Those squeals, moans, cries, and nails scratching on the wall, all bring something out of me that puts a smile on my face. You don’t get to see the smile, other than the big smirk I showcase to you. Mistress Tessa loves her wooden paddles.
I like to start off slow, just to get an idea of how much you can really handle, before you let me know you want to call your Mommy for help. You’ve already consented to being destroying though, remember? Seeing you so physically spent, trying so hard to hang on because the thought of surrendering, you just can’t accept… that’s my lovely fix. How far are you going to take it is what’s going through my mind. When are you going to say stop? And even if you say stop, do you really mean it?
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445
Mistress Tessa loves making you feel ALL the feels. And it DOES feel so good, doesn’t it? Spanking you with a wooden paddle; is there anything like it? I know I never want to stop. First, I start slowly with 1 spank, then 2. And by the 3rd, I start to lose my mind just a little. There comes this feeling from the 3rd that I can’t quite put my finger on, but it’s there. The tears from my eyes are all real; the exhilaration that I get from getting YOU OFF. I would guess yours are much more gratifying. With each moan that you shudder, each tear that drops to the ground, remember I also feel it second-hand. And with every gasp that you take, it lets me to know to keep going further, or to slow it down if even at all.
Your butt looked as plump as can be, getting redder by the minute. It only made sense to continue. You started sticking it out more and more. I mean, who in their right mind would stop at that point? Oh wait… but who in their right mind would ask for such a thing.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard someone run into the house and the door slam behind them. She wiper her hands with her apron and proceeded to the front door. Who’s there? She said. But there was no answer. She climbed the stairs and looked. There was naughty boy in his room. ‘’What are you doing?’’ Mommy said. ‘’Nothing.’’ He answered. ‘’Aren’t you forgetting something?’’
Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208
Mmm, the title caught your attention. You’re curious to indulge, and that’s okay. It’s a little taboo and misunderstood, yet you can’t help much lust for pain. Don’t feel shamed by the ache inside of you; it’s basically Newton’s Third Law in motion. Fucking physics. You want to hurt… and I want to hurt you. I’m the action, and you’ll be my reaction.
It’s a beautiful partnership when a Sadist finds a masochist. A true masochist will desire to accept my pain even outside of the bedroom so long as it brings me pleasure. Imagine yourself at the kitchen sink washing dishes after dinner when I slip up behind you. My arms wrap around you from behind, and my lips tease your ear. Of course, your cock stirs at my touch, but your nervous system instantly goes on alert. Just my predatory arms around you sends you into fight or flight, and it should, because I’d reach over the sink and turn the faucet temperature all the way to the red.
VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, ext. 232
The Huntress knows what her prey is – This is the kind of fuck where you would be willing to pay and the beg for the privilege of being in my presence. You are definitely in need of some financial counseling from someone who is knowledgeable in financial fucking. You already know a little about my reputation for financial domination. The fact that I show no fucking mercy is a turn on for you. I am always about the business of fucking you over and believe me, business is good. There are so many pathetic and dare I say worthless men to fuck with.
You obviously can’t be trusted to spend your money wisely. Just look at all of the money wasted on that so called family. They don’t care about you. You are just a meal ticket. As yourself what the return on investment is. Very bad decision making there.
Sir showed me the new remote control toy he’d bought for our dinner date tonight. My knees trembled in both excitement and trepidation for what the evening held in store for me and my pussy. Now the directions to wear panties tonight made more sense. Sir told me to pull my skirt up. He tugged my panties down and pushed the toy into my pussy, settling it in place. Then, of course, he had to do a test of the toy all the way up and all the way down. That’s the exact moment I knew this would be a challenging night. Then, with a final reminder that I wasn’t allowed to cum without permission, he pulled my panties back into place.
So lately, I have wanted to do some CBT, but I saved that for when my boy was extra naughty. Recently, there has been no end to the misbehaviour. When we went out to the mall to do some shopping, he did not behave. He refused to listen and stay with me at one point; he even ran away from me in the mall. So when we got home, I looked at him and said you know what will happen. Go, get undressed and meet me in the playroom for your punishment.
He let out a whimper looked up at me, and say I’m sorry, mommy, I swear I will be a good boy next time. Please dont punish me. I give him a look, and he walks off. He knows what is coming to him, and now he wishes he had behaved. I will ensure he learns his lesson, and I can tell by his walk that he is scared and nervous as he knows that he fucked up big time and I am not happy. Continue reading “CBT Punishment”