Good morning

Good morning, darling!  Happy honeymoon!  Aww… you’re down on your knees, how sweet!  Are you going to give me a lovely little kiss?

Good morning, darling?  Now where are my morning kisses, hmm?

Well, you’re not going to be able to greet me properly from all the way up here, are you darling?  Down you go.

Just on the top of the stocking today, I think darling.  I’m still cross with you.

Hmm? No… no particular reason. I just thought it would be nice to have my morning kiss at the back for a change.



Come on, hurry up.  You’ve got chores.
Well, I’m not going to get up just for your convenience, am I darling?  Just kiss the knee – no: the ankle.

So, anyway, Karen had a headache and went home early, so I had both of them to myself and – hmm?  Noise, what noise?  Oh: it’s nothing, just my husband saying good morning.  Anyway, they had me kneel on all fours and…

Hurry up, darling.  There’s something I need to discuss with you.

No, I’m fed up with you slobbering all over my shoes.  You can kiss the floor.

And kiss the cane, too, to show me how grateful you are.

Kiss, then tell me how many you think you deserve today.

Hmm? Oh – good morning. Actually, it’s not morning but I suppose you weren’t to know that.  Anyway, I just thought I’d let you know that I’ll be away for a few weeks, so I’ll fill the food hopper and put your shock collar on automatic.  Oh – and it’s our anniversary on Tuesday – that’s the day after tomorrow. Your shock collar will be going on and off on all day, to make sure you don’t sleep. You’ve so much to be grateful for, I thought you wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.     

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  1. Thank you for this really nicely constructed set. And you have hit upon a specific long-term fantasy of mine, involving a precise ritual concerning corporal punishment. Lots of people savour the requirement for the victim to have to thank his punisher, but I have always been excited also by the idea of being compelled to kiss both the cane and the (gloved) hand that wields the cane, as a symbol of my respect and acceptance. I always used to think that was a bit weird of me (well, I suppose it is deeply weird, actually), but the two beautiful photographs you have used to illustrate those particular instructions reinforce my feeling that it would be the most natural thing in the world for someone like me to have to do.

  2. Thank you for such a kind and substantive comment. Yes: I tend to go for those highly structured outines in caning fantasies (although to my utter disappointment, when I started to visit professional mistresses, I discovered that my ability to actually 'take' a caning is so pathetic that I've never really been able to act it out properly, for example by visiting one of those rather stern British disciplinarians who take it so seriously).

    It's not quite the same thing but you might enjoy this story I wrote a while back.

  3. 'You may kiss the bride' the priest said at the end of the marriage ceremony. "And you will, boy" she murmured to herself, as she leaned forward with a smile.

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