My most beautifully crafted piece of work to date.
Instructed to attend my private study - and bring with her a set of elegant lingerie along with her school uniform - my crossdressing submissive, Sarah, stands nervously before me. The perfect vintage setting for her traditional discipline to take place. Strewn about the study are implements of pain and punishment; a harsh reminder of what is to come.
Seated calmly and with a dignified poise, I am the very figure of a quintessential British Disciplinarian. Sophisticated and stern. Strict and unyielding. My 1940s style p...
My most beautifully crafted piece of work to date.
Instructed to attend my private study - and bring with her a set of elegant lingerie along with her school uniform - my crossdressing submissive, Sarah, stands nervously before me. The perfect vintage setting for her traditional discipline to take place. Strewn about the study are implements of pain and punishment; a harsh reminder of what is to come.
Seated calmly and with a dignified poise, I am the very figure of a quintessential British Disciplinarian. Sophisticated and stern. Strict and unyielding. My 1940s style pencil dress tightly grips my feminine form, while my sheer black, vintage nylons frame my shapely legs and lead temptingly down to the neat pair of heeled brogues adorning my petite feet.
Stripped of her clothes and made to crossdress, Sarah is inspected to ensure her feminisation meets my exacting standards. Delicate lace and sheer stockings, along with a vintage suspender belt to frame her bottom for punishment. Trembling, she stands in front of my desk as I carefully explain what I intend to do to her.
The briefest of warm ups with my hand over her skirt and panties, for which I expect her sincere gratitude. I, rather selfishly, only grant her this privilege to enable her to take a hard punishment from me. I want her bottom primed for my tawse and cane. Her skin has been unmarked for far too long; this is really going to hurt.
The tawse is applied with fearsome relish, first across her satin panties, then her bare bottom. A glorious shade of pink externally depicts her suffering. Lashings of the leather strap have her in agony, crying out the numbers as I have her count the strokes. Tawsed and throbbing from the pain, her breath heavy from the impact, Sarah lies in wait of of the thrashing she has been threatened with.
I take my time; selecting with precision and care the implement I will use to finalise her discipline and bring her to tears. The anticipation builds as I flex my cane to test its strength and flexibility; swishing it through the air with grace and vicious intent. It lands its mark with frightful accuracy. The crook handle tucked firmly in my right hand, I flick my wrist time and time again, beating mercilessly. The furious nature of the beating cannot defy the control with which I handle my implement. Elegant and precise; poised and determined.
A beautifully crafted film. A beautifully crafted punishment.
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