Wednesday, September 28, 2016
To all my miscreants, incorrigibles and delinquents; naughty boys, fresh girls and you who keep forgetting your manners:
Report for your discipline at my new, private, downtown Manhattan location.
It's the perfect place to take you in hand and redden your misbehaving, bare bottom with my belt, hairbrush, paddles, tawse or cane.
You may plead all you like; but there'll be no one to hear you except me.
Boys Learn When Bottoms Burn,
(and girls do too).
(And now we will return to our regularly scheduled program)
Sunday, September 4, 2016
You like to roam. You like to stray down dark alleys and wander through doorways; and you're especially fond of visiting places where you shouldn't be. The next day brings a few pangs of guilt so you say you won't do it again, although mainly because you know the consequences will outweigh the crime. But then the call of the wild returns. It's becoming a habit; of the kind that must be broken. Because habit leads to compulsion; compulsion leads to addiction and addiction leads to disaster. You must make a decision. Either suffer the consequences of private humiliation, financial loss and public ridicule or submit to the authority of an iron-fisted disciplinarian who will curb your prowling and keep you in line.
Realize that, as an adult, penalties for bad behavior are more costly than when you were a child. There are wives or husbands and careers to consider, not to mention social standing ; whatever yours happens to be.
It's said, that we are free to choose our actions but not free to choose the consequences of our actions. I believe, as a disciplinarian, that punishment should be measured to you like a finely tailored suit but never executed according to your specifications, instead only to hers.
Now some of you may need going over the knee for a few good, sound , smacks of a bare hand to your bare bottom until your cheeks are red and tender and then perhaps a wooden hairbrush or paddle to finish the job. Still others require harsher measures such as bending your bare bottom over a chair to have it lashed twenty times with a hard leather strap and that followed by twenty five slow, methodical blows of a wide leather paddle.
But for miscreants, more draconian methods must be applied. That means laying down on a couch or bed for twenty lashes on the bare bottom with a thick Scottish tawse - a few seconds rest - then over a chair for twenty of the best with the cane.
Transgressions are not taken lightly.
So the next time you feel the urge to cruise, end up in the hands of a serious disciplinarian; one who will burn your behind, reset your brain and bring your prowling under control. Now your bottom is warm, you're mind is clear, you're free from compulsion and the guilt is gone.
There are consequences which are good after all.
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