I am greedy. A male session is a feast with many courses. The lightest paddle in my arsenal...It's only a starter. He knows it. Can he get away from the anticipation of more and more pain? Nope. Not really. He's immobilized. Helpless. And he cries for help but of course, that just makes me go harder on him. Men are designed for hardship, aren't they? Well this has been a long time coming, and I am the agent of male comeuppance. Bitch doesn't even begin to describe it.