Bare bottom spankings expose my submissive desires. I need a strong hand from you, Daddy. You know I am a nasty fucking whore. I don’t even have a regular day job anymore. I just dedicate myself to serving cock. I think I have always been a cock sucking harlot.
I do feel like I need to give penance for my sinful behavior. Maybe if I remain on all fours and serve you promptly will be enough. Or maybe I will never be able to make up for all the filthy acts I’ve done. The sharp sting of the whip, the searing pain of your hand- it’s all part of the exquisite torture that I so desperately need.
I long for the kind of Slave training that leaves me black and blue, with marks and bruises that tell the story of my devotion and obedience. The pain is exquisite, there’s no denying that. It’s a reminder of my mortality, my vulnerability. It’s a reminder that I’m not invincible, that I’m not above the law. And as I feel the welts rise on my skin, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment.
Because this pain, this punishment, it’s all part of a larger narrative. It’s the story of my devotion, my obedience. It’s the story of my journey from rebellion to submission, from chaos to order. And as I serve you promptly, as I strive to meet your every need, I can’t help but feel that I’m finally on the right path.