There was an email in my box from a sender I was unfamiliar with.  This piqued my curiosity because I have been very conscious of who I share my email with and where I use it, mainly because I don’t want to get a thousand spam emails trying to sell me pills for a bigger dick.

The subject line simply read, “I understand that you are very good at what you do.”

I opened the email, curious as to what the message contained.  It read:

“Good afternoon,

We have not yet been introduced, my name is Steven, and I have recently collared a good friend of yours.  She has shared with me all the details of your friendship and what talents you have.

She is by far, the most obedient pet that I have ever had, she follows my instructions dutifully and promptly for the most part with some minor errors that need correction, which I take care of.

Recently, she asked me what would happen if she ever disobeyed me to the point of needing a true punishment, one that was severe and lingered for hours after.

I remembered her stating that you were an experienced disciplinarian that was more than capable of administering a prescribed punishment.

I would like to have her punished, not for anything that she has done, but to satisfy her curiosity and as a warning of what she will face in the event that she does choose to blatantly disobey my instructions.

Would you be available to carry out this punishment?

Respectfully,

Steven”

It had been a very long time since my experience had been requested by an owner of a collared pet before.  I’ve done it in the past with great success and, to be quite honest, I prefer the nature of being the “disciplinarian.”  I very much like knowing that I have helped guide a naughty pet toward the path that their owner wants them to be on.

I knew the collared pet. She needed to be owned, and I was very happy for her when she told me that she had become property to someone.  We had made loose plans for me to spank her when she was a free sub, but those never materialized.  I knew she was a good pet, an obedient pet, and a loyal pet.  I also knew that her owner was getting her full attention and she was honoring him through the use of her expert mouth on his cock, and being a willing vessel for his seed.

I knew that her owner wouldn’t be asking me to punish her if he didn’t love her, but I also knew that because of that love, he could not administer the punishment that both he and his pet desired.  Now, this isn’t to say that I don’t love his pet.  I do love his pet, she has helped me in many ways and I too have enjoyed her talents.  I too have filled her womb with my seed, and there is a connection of love when that happens.  But her body is no longer hers, she is a vessel for her owner.  And despite my love for her, I can fill the need for both of them.

I responded to Steven, I told him that I would be willing to accommodate his request.

We set a time for us to go over his vision of how his pet should be punished along with my fees for my service.  At our meeting, Steven laid out his request.  It was a simple request, he wanted his pet to be paddled until she could not see through the tears and her cries had turned to sobs.  He wanted her to have a lingering reminder of what a true punishment paddling was.

This took me by surprise as, in the past, owners had laid out very detailed punishment requirements for me to follow, like “Fifty strokes with the belt followed by a hundred strokes with a bath brush.  She has to count all strokes and any missed count by her means we start over at the beginning.” Or, “after the spanking, she is to stand in the corner for thirty minutes with a bar or Ivory soap in her mouth.”

Steven asked what my fee was for my service, and I told him that I typically charge $150 a session, but because his pet is a dear friend, I would waive my standard fee and accept payment from his pet's talented mouth.

Steven and I shook on our deal, we had a gentleman’s agreement now.  I was going to bring his property to a place she had never been before.

The day of the punishment arrived, it was to be carried out over the lunch hour at Stevens condo.  I made sure to pack the essentials for a proper paddling.  I had multiple wooden paddles, unscented baby oil, a leather strap, and a fresh jar of tiger balm.  As I rode the elevator, I had to keep reminding myself that I was contracted to perform a duty, I had to be clinical; I had to show no mercy.  It’s sometimes hard to tell yourself that, but I had to remind myself that both Steven and his pet wanted this, they wanted me to be brutally efficient with my punishment, and that they wanted me to bring his pet to sobs.

Stevens condo was on the penthouse level, overlooking a lush green river valley.  In the center of the living room was a padded sawhorse—a spanking bench to be exact.  Kneeling next to it was his pet, fully clothed with eyes cast to the floor.  I could see that she was very obedient for him.

I reminded him, and her, that he was just an observer and that once I brought his pet to sobs, he would decide when the spanking would end.  In essence, he would decide if her tears and sobs were genuine enough for me to stop.

Steven took a seat in his chair and spoke to his property, he told her that until the punishment was over, she was to obey my commands as if she was my property and that she would be providing my payment at the conclusion of the punishment.

I instructed his pet to stand and face me, with her hands behind her back.  I stood so that our bodies were touching and my face was inches from hers.  It hold her that she was to address me as Sir only for this session.  She replied, “Yes Sir.”  I then moved my mouth to her ear and said “I love and care for you, and because I have this love for you, I will be harsh because this is what you want.”

I stepped back and instructed her to disrobe completely, to fold her garments, and to present them at the feet of her owner before taking her position on the spanking bench.

She did as she was instructed.  Steven kissed her and professed his love for her before settling back into his chair.

She took her place on the bench.  I took out my oil and applied it liberally to her bottom and to the first paddle that I brought.  It was my biggest and heaviest paddle (I only bring spares in case one breaks or becomes unsuitable for the punishment).

I proceeded to paddle his pet's oiled bare bottom for nearly twenty minutes before I got her cries to change to a low sob.  I paused to look at Steven for his consent to continue.  He simply said, “continue.”

I continued paddling her bottom for another five minutes, where again I briefly paused for his consent.  Again, he said, “continue.”

Another five minutes elapsed and again I paused.  Steven said, “I would like her to receive fifty more strokes, and she needs to count them out loud.”

I nodded to Steven and then addressed his pet.  “You will get fifty more strokes and you will count them.  You will count them in this manner ‘1 Sir, 2 Sir, 3 Sir, et cetera. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” came her response.

I gave her her fifty.  The room was filled with the crack of the paddle on her bottom followed by a quiet 1 sir, 2 sir, 3 sir.

When I was done, her makeup was ruined, her eyes were bloodshot from the tears, but most importantly, her bottom was a deep purple and covered in welts.

Steven instructed her to rise and to present herself to him.  As he looked over her beaten bottom, I heard him say to himself “beautiful.”  Every disciplinarian loves hearing that word.

Steven then instructed his pet to pay me.  She took her position on her knees, with her hands behind her back.

I unzipped my trousers, freeing my growing erection as she opened her mouth wide.  With my hands on her head, I guided my cock into her mouth.  It didn’t take long for me to be thrusting furiously, fucking her face and throat, her tear-stained eyes looking up at me with satisfaction.  As I felt my orgasm coming, I pulled her head all the way onto my cock, holding it there as I shot wave after wave of my cum down her throat.

When my orgasm subsided, Steven stood his pet up for one last inspection.  I could tell that he was pleased.  He whispered in her ear, she nodded and approached me.  She kissed and thanked me.  She then bent down and picked up my bag.  She told me that she was to carry my bag for me to my car.  She then turned and walked to the door, still naked with a bruised bottom, and marched straight to the elevator.

I shook Stevens's hand, he mentioned that he looks forward to next time.  I followed his pet to the elevator.  We rode in silence, and when we got to my car,  she handed me my bag, turned, and pointed to the top floor of the building and said that Steven was watching.  She then said that Steven wants me to be her primary disciplinarian for serious punishments.  If I accept, I was to turn her around towards the building and give one hard swat on her bottom to send her back inside.

Needless to say, I turned her around and sent her back inside with a good swat on her naked bottom.