My insubordinate is about to receive some much needed disciplinary action. More simply put, he is about to experience a serious ass beating. Why you may ask? Because he dared put his lips on my leg while worshipping my boots, when he was clearly instructed not to worship above the boot line.

I instruct him to turn away from me, so he cannot gaze upon my beauty, bend over a low bondage table, and brace himself for the storm which is about to rain hell on him. From the comfort of my throne, I whip his back relentlessly and without mercy. Striking him again and again, as he thrashes a...

My insubordinate is about to receive some much needed disciplinary action. More simply put, he is about to experience a serious ass beating. Why you may ask? Because he dared put his lips on my leg while worshipping my boots, when he was clearly instructed not to worship above the boot line.

I instruct him to turn away from me, so he cannot gaze upon my beauty, bend over a low bondage table, and brace himself for the storm which is about to rain hell on him. From the comfort of my throne, I whip his back relentlessly and without mercy. Striking him again and again, as he thrashes around to somehow process and accept the excruciating pain.

Over and over I strike, harder and harder, until his back is welted, bruised and lacerated. I rise from my throne and tower over his prone body, lift my boot onto the table, and order him to again worship my boots in proper fashion. I then continue his punishment while he is licking, to reinforce his previous indiscretions as well as my never ending position of cruel authority.