The submissive and obedient sex slave Nikki Bell hasn't left the dungeon yet. She's actually prepped for some more bondage and domination fun. Her Master thinks she needs more training and disgrace.
In Scene 6, the two of Mrs. Cooper are dealt with. They had been misbehaving while away at college and letters were sent home to their who just so happened to be one of the ladies who ran this strict academy for naughty young ladies. To their unlock, they would be spending the week in the house along with the other students and would undergo many spankings. In this scene they get two spankings, one in the day and of course another in the evening since a spanking in the day means a spanking at bedtime. Before their first spanking they are made to dress in punishment outfits consisting of Maroon knickers, white camisoles, and white knee socks. They are scolded and the backs of their legs are smacked before having their knickers pulled down. They are then each made to watch their get spanked. After they are both soundly punished they are told to write letters of apology to their and report back with them at bedtime, but wearing the navy knickers instead. That evening, they each ready their letter to before going over her knee for a spanking with the dreaded Mason and Pearson hairbrush that loved to apply to the bare bottom for only the worst punishment. They kick and sob in pain, but what is even more embarrassing is that they each have to watch the other one get spanked. How humiliating! Finally, they are lead upstairs for an early bedtime with no super.
Yup. Myself, being an independent fucking brilliant thinker with a 150 IQ, I'm not prone to peer pressure. So getting a tattoo was never really on my agenda. Probably because my superior intellect prevents me from being whimsical. However, if I were to get a tattoo, I would not simply walk in and open the book of bad samples that is on every shitty tattoo parlor's dirty, fingerprint covered glass counter. I'd probably draw my own, but being a savant, I cannot draw for the life of me. Contrary to the opening paragraph, this isn't about me. This is about a whore, a whore who loves to please. You could put puppy kibble in her mouth, pat her head, and she's unzipping your zipper. Some women know their role, most in fact, but this one really truly gets it. Yes, she's a pig, but she's my pig, and I always hire this pig because she is a boss pig. We bound her up to make sure she was constantly in a position of POWERlessness. She got right in those shackles like she had a hyphenated name. I'm sure we cured any possible future sleep apnea by removing her tonsils with hard cock; and I'm certain she can pass a baby through her sphincter, which may or may not become crucial to the evolution of our species.
Her breathing become rapid as he flogged the cloth pins off her body. The searing pain, quickly turned into delicious pleasure as she begged for more. How she loved the feeling of the leather hitting her body, she was so close to cumming. She begged for more and more, her body shaking with excitement and anticipation. “Please Master, more…I want more…I want you to fill my every need”…