I’m really glad Mistress Laura’s boy has started writing about his marriage. Here he tells us of how Mistress Laura punished him without letting the children hear anything.
“Normally, I would make you get on all fours and I would paddle you or cane you. Unfortunately, your kids are here, and I can’t make that kind of noise. So, I had to get creative.”
She took out three clothespins.
“My pretty little slaveboy. Where would these hurt the most?”
I was compelled to tell the truth. “One on each nipple and one on the end of my penis would probably hurt the most, Mistress.”
Without hesitation, she applied the two clothespins to my nipples. That hurt and the pain kept building. She had managed to pinch just enough skin that the pain was sharp and fast, without much subsiding. This was clearly not for my pleasure.
“Tell me what that pain is, on a scale of 1-10″ she said, looking at my face intently.
“It’s a 9, Mistress,” I said, breathing funny.
“Hurting you makes my cunt twitch,” she casually remarked and my head spun and I wanted her to give me more pain. Anything to please her.
She then grabbed my still very rigid cock and put the third clothespin on the head, right over the pee hole, a most sensitive spot.
“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch! Mistress, that really hurts.” I protested, but remained as still as I could.
“Yes, it really does hurt, doesn’t it, slaveboy? Maybe you’ll think twice about giving me lip in the future.” She then started stroking the length of my cock, which caused the clothespin attached to my cock to jostle. It was a very unpleasant juxtaposition of pain and pleasure.
She spent the next few minutes flicking the clothespins on my nipples, enjoying the wincing and my short breaths, drinking in my agony. Then, without much warning, she took off the clothespins one by one. The pain shot through the roof when the clothespins were removed.
“Okay, slaveboy. That took less than ten minutes. I can hurt you without a whole lot of effort. Remember that. I think you were using your kids as a shield. You won’t do that anymore, now, will you?”
“No, Mistress, I won’t,” I said, still feeling the stinging pain in my nipples and cock.
