I moan, I cry out, I beg for mercy but my Master is relentless when he is punishing me. My Master says that I have become a bit too wild. I stay out all night, unable to be reached, and shirk my duties to him. He has had enough of my foolishness and decides he needs to give me a spanking to teach me a lesson. As the cool metal hits my ass, I feel a stinging that I have never felt before. My Master has never used a metal spatula to spank me before. It is more painful than his hand but less painful than a whip, so he can go for longer and harder than he normally would. According to my Master, I deserve every second of it. I fight hard against my programming, but I fall back under his influence. I beg for his forgiveness and promise to be his submissive whore. When he sees that I am sufficiently trained, he orders me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I am happy to do it and would suck it for hours if he wanted me to. He is my Master after all.