caning – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

Good authority

Actually, she found him quite easily. She’s clever like that.

Hmmm… well, I suppose it makes a change from having to deal with uncomfortably large things.

I think your educational prospects just became a lot brighter. No one forgets a really committed teacher.

They have separate resuscitation practice sessions, but they do that inside with the volunteer strapped to a table. One of the girls is ex-military and has done some waterboarding, so it’s all very safe.

Remember: professional submission is not prostitution. He should consider himself more as a therapist, helping clients deal with feelings of anger.

And now for something largely similar

Right… ten more years then. The terrible teens begin here. How terrible can they be? Let’s find out, shall we?

He should be thankful. Not for anything in particular – just generally, all the time.

Regrettably, he won’t be perfect for long. She breaks things.

It is a good one. Here’s another: what do you do if you see a blonde undressing, through an open window? Eight years hard labour! Do you get it? Maybe one day you will.

Look at the lovely lady on the right, there. Rightly proud of her work.

‘Something plausibly similar to male genitalia’ is the best some of us can hope for.

Looks like all those caning fantasies are going to come true.

Bad Pookie. Just imagine being close to thinking about disobeying her like that! On second thoughts, don’t imagine it… she wouldn’t approve.

If there was anything she could do to make you feel better, she’d do it – you know that, right?

Anyway, maybe some of the other patrons would like to skip the queue too.

Ooh – the tips of her shoes look just like the inside of my chastity belt! Maybe we could strike up a conversation, now I know we’ve something in common.

And, of course:

Whatever she likes, whenever she says

Honestly, imagining bothering her about a little thing like that.

Oh well…wouldn’t want to disappoint Suzie, would we?

Obviously, you are allowed to have opinions, even as her husband, as long as they’re the right ones.

…unless she’d rather I made her a nice cup of tea? No? Sure? OK, cattle prod it is, then.

Like most men in a female-led relationship, I learnt about pre-menstrual tension quite early on. Also post-menstrual tetchiness and during-menstrual extreme violence.

Dressed to oppress

Pookie’s thoughts are mostly elsewhere, to be honest. Which is just as well, as her questions are rhetorical.

You could try telling her that even Leicester is a tropical paradise when lit up by her divine radiance…?

The first time’s very special, isn’t it?

He had an imaginary friend as a kid. She used to beat the crap out of him too – maybe that’s where he gets it from.

He has some pretty intense CP fantasies… I hope they’ve got the stomach and the stamina for it.

Just realised I actually did two captions of this lovely image of the lovely lady (Maya Sinn!) and Pookie (most probably someone with a name unlike ‘Pookie’, but you never know) so you might as well have both.

Sweetly unreasonable

How very convenient.

‘Not tonight, I’ve got a headache’? No?

Living a truly female-led life can involve lots of difficult choices, so it’s good there’s someone else there to make them.

Look at what? Whatever is she talking about? Do you know? I have no idea, none at all.

Pitiful, most likely. I usually am.

Here’s a random and rather lovely thing, by the way. Who needs boys, anyway?

#anne hathaway from these empty halls held our disease.

The love that dare not speak

… without permission.

Perhaps you could write her a nice thank-you note while you’re wearing it.

No, they didn’t mention Rodney. I hope I don’t have to pay extra for him.

Just a soft little harmless thing.

When visting a French domme, once, I confused ‘quatorze’ (14) with ‘quarante’ (40). The difference is actually very easy to remember, when the 26 ‘extras’ are laid on with full force.

She believes in having honest relationships with her clients. Most dommes do. It must be awful for vanilla sex workers, having to pretend to like their clients and to enjoy their nasty desires.

Despotic love

I suppose I can wait to watch the cookery programme – I’ve become quite good at coping with deferred gratification. Thank goodness it’s only Raoul this time, anyway. Sometimes she invites all the guys round to watch a big game and I’m rushed off my feet fetching and carrying beers, snacks and condoms. She must find it quite exhausting too.

It’s funny how the simple act of having electrodes attached to your genitals can change your whole perspective on things.

I know she’s a busy woman, but I really think she could cane her own husband. And detention is a very special time in any relationship.

She works hard for her money (so he’d better treat her right).

But with dignity. Always with dignity.

Over-ruled

Regrettably, like most submissives I have spent much too much of my life under-ruled.

and a fur coat. From his remaining 20% of his income. Otherwise it wouldn’t count as a present, would it?

I actually find a caning can bring quite intense sexual pleasure. To be honest, that’s usually a relief because she pauses for a while when she comes.

Modern financial products developed specifically for findomme relationships are much more convenient – you can really feel in control of someone else’s finances, which can be very reassuring.

Sounds quite edgy… make sure you agree a safeword before she starts, yeah?

Perhaps she forgot to mention that before? It’s an important point of detail, obviously, but the most important aspects of the plan – her not married any more, inheriting all your assets – those are actually the same regardless of the actual mechanics of the process.

Words of praise

Look at that… she gets to have a mug of rich, steaming coffee… and Raoul’s coming round later, too.

Things just haven’t been the same between us since Humpy Hippo moved in.

If you like Humpy Hippo, then you might also like Mr Floppyears because it’s basically the same caption.

I remember as a child running excitedly to the door to let the District Disciplinary Officer in, while Dad grovelled for mercy at my Mum’s feet. These days you can order a beating on-line, but it’s not the same.

It’s silly to criminalise sexism. Men are better than women at lots of things and it shouldn’t be a crime to say so. Hard labour, for a start: we’re really good at that.

10 Green Bottles?

Further Downton

More of these.

I should apologise to male readers in advance, many of whom may find some of the material here not to their taste: several of the captions contain a lot of words, some of them quite long and obscure, such as ‘vicarious’, ‘distraught’ and ‘conscientious’. If it’s too difficult for you, try asking a woman (if you know any) what the words mean, or you can just masturbate to the pictures of the pretty ladies looking stern, all right?