"The paddle and cane for my bottom and thighs, the tawse for my soles and palms, and the wooden spoon for my balls. For dessert, a trimmed finger of ginger root for a hot figging! Left on display, I march in place for an hour as the punished skin glows and the ginger butt plug burns my tender anus."
"Caning, six on the lower half of my bottom, six on the upper thighs, then turn around for a dozen on my lap as I sit on my cane welts upon a rough, coir 'welcome' mat. My little dicklet is right in the line of fire, poking up just enough for the cane to kiss it when it strikes my thighs. My hands are clasped behind my neck, and I do not have permission to move them. Just as she draws back for the first cane strokes my little wiggle-worm suddenly bobs up, growing about a half inch before plopping down, resting even higher as it lies between my soon to be striped upper thighs. She smirks. "Poor, little weenie," she coos. Her voice oozes mock sympathy. "So sorry for you,"..."
"I would love to visit her, standing naked before her in anticipation of the blistering paddling she is about to administer, as punishment is without exception received in the nude. Then it gets real. She gestures toward her lap. "Bottoms up!""