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Mistress was everything John was looking for in a Dominant woman. Beautiful, strict, intuitive, verbal and so intelligent. She oozed sophistication and attitude and could read John's submissive mind. Some say BDSM and D/s is an art form, but for Mistress she treated the lifestyle as a science. She studied male behavior and knew just what made the opposite sex tick. She knew how to take the power of submission John gave her willingly, and then crawl inside the his mind, nestle in his soul, and entice, tease and dominate with communication, body language, and regal appearance. She punished disobedient John and rewarded good boy John. She knew his fetishes and desires. Mistress was the perfect Domina for him in every way.

Mistress let John her in studio. She told him to strip and kneel in front of the chair and wait for her. Mistress was wearing high-heeled strappy shoes, black sheer stockings, thong panties, garter belts and a sheer, lace top. The garter belts framed her womanly, wide bottom and the lace top hugged her breasts, pushing them up and out with ample cleavage showing. Her fingernails and toenails were painted red and she looked beautiful with long, flowing locks of hair gliding past her shoulders almost reaching her bottom.

Naked, John kneelt obediently for his Mistress. She walked over to the table and picked up a long handled riding crop. As she walked by, John could not help but look at her large, round, full backside - two womanly, wide, bare mounds of flesh that wiggled and wobbled as she moved across the room. It was exquisite! Mistress sat and crossed her legs and looked down at John.

"John, you have simple rules while you are here serving me today," Mistress said. "You will obey each and every command, you will be respectful and polite to me at all times. You will not touch me without permission, and you will not get aroused in front of me without asking. Do I make myself clear young man? If you break any one of these rules you will be punished most severely."

"Yes, Ma’am, I understand and will comply," John said meekly.

Mistress spoke. "I understand from your emails you've been a very bad, naughty boy. You've been looking at women dressed in tight leggings at the fitness center where you exercise. You stare at their fat bottoms. Is that right?"

John bowed his head a bit, ashamed. "Yes, Ma’am, I have a female bottom fetish and the treadmills are in front of the Stairmasters. I try to choose a Stairmaster behind a girl with a large, chubby bottom and watch her walk. One day a girl caught me looking and told the manager and I was kicked out," John said.

"John, I’m so disappointed. That is very naughty. You know that right? That is highly disrespectful. Very, very bad John." Mistress looked down and saw his penis rock hard. "John Michael, did you ask if you could get an erection, young man? Did I tell you it was okay to get aroused?"

Mistress pressed the bottom of her shoe into his balls and the underside of John’s erect, hard cock, squishing it into his belly. John moaned.

"It looks like you need a good cock and balls whipping for being so insolent, John," she said, as she started to tap Johns penis with the crop, right on the head. Light, gentle taps...tap, tap, tap, tap. "Today I'm going to take great pleasure in spanking your hard penis red and whipping your bare balls. That will teach you to keep your eyes to yourself at the gym." Mistress continued press the shoe into his private parts then laid the erect cock against her foot. She started to slap the penis firmly, not to hard at first...tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, slap, slap, slap.

The crop came down in a firm manner. John started to feel the sting build, his member taking each and every smack from Mistress.

"Your balls are next, John, then I'm taking you over my knee for a bare bottom spanking that will have you howling and crying. How does it feel having your cock spanked like a bad boy, john?" Mistress asked.

John moaned a bit more, and winced in pain as the crop came down harder. On the head....shaft....side...and top of his exposed and now swollen member.

Mistress removed her shoe and placed all five of her toes in John’s mouth. She made him smell and lick her stocking covered foot, finally having him remove the stocking with his teeth. Then she allowed him to suck on her bare, sensual foot. The other foot still had the high heel on. John sucked her toes and thanked Mistress for the honor of worshiping her foot.

"Well, John, I'm afraid you still have a balls spanking coming and then you are going over my knee. I think I will use the wooden spoon on your bare bottom, young man, like your mother used to do. Stand up and sit on the chair," she said.

She tied John’s hands behind him. She also tied his punished penis out of the way and exposed his balls. Mistress walked over to the table and picked up the flogger. It was light with four thin strands that gave a nice sting to its intended target. She turned around quick and caught john looking at her bare bottom cheeks.

"John are you looking at my bottom? Isn't that why you are here being punished? Very naughty. Is this the bottom you crave so much to kiss and worship, John?" Mistress turned and showed him her white, alabaster cheeks. Her beautiful, fat bottom cheeks. Oh, God. John floated in head-space from the pain and arousal. "Look at it while I whip your bare balls, John."

Mistress’ fanny was right in Johns face as she started to whip and spank the exposed balls. "This is what happens to naughty boys who disobey Me and get caught looking at girls in public."

After a brief warm up, Mistress lashed and whipped Johns balls, taking time to cover ever inch, even whapping the underside of his penis a few times, too. John wriggled in pain, and pleasure swept over him as endorphins flooded his brain. With each stroke of the whip, Mistress’ bottom swayed and shook, jiggled and twerked. It looked so beautiful, waiting to be kissed by a good, punished boy. The whipping hurt and John cried out, never taking his eyes off her bottom.

Mistress looked down and at the red marks and welts. John was moaning and shaking. She put down the whip and turned around. "John, did you like looking at my bare bottom? Now, ask me to give you a face slapping. Ask me now, young man," she said.

John caught his breath and said, "Ma’am, please use your open hand and slap my face hard."

Mistress laughed. "Not polite enough, John. Try again. " She placed clothespins on his nipples.

"Mistress , please, please I beg you, slap my face open handed, I beg. Please slap my bare face very hard."

Mistress smiled and gently patted Johns head, touching his face with her fingertips. "Good boy, John. It pleases me when you beg and ask like a good slave. I like playing with you, John."

Mistress slapped John’s face a half a dozen times. Gently and first, then six more harder. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. The powerful exchange of Dominance and submission echoed around the room. John was Her slave and Mistress took John’s submission for her own. It was beautiful.

Mistress placed her high heels shoe on the chair between John’s wide-spread legs. She stepped on his balls and cock, gently, then firmly. John moaned.

Mistress bent down and whispered in his ear, "It's time for your over-my-knee bare -bottom spanking, John. In a moment you will be face down across my lap. I've waited all day to blister that little bottom of yours, young man. I will make you cry today, is that clear?" Mistress untied John and had him stand up. "Go get your wooden spoon."

John obeyed Mistress and walked over to the table and grabbed the wooden spoon. It was large - about sixteen inches with a wide, flat oval head. It was made of solid oak so it was sturdy, like the one his mom used on him as a naughty little boy.

"No, John." Mistress spoke, cross. "Come back here and crawl, on your hands and knees, and bring me the wooden spoon like a good, contrite boy about to be seriously disciplined. I want you to present the spoon to me and ask me nicely and politely for a good, hard bare bottom spanking over my knee. If it's not polite enough or I don't feel like you are sincere, I will get the single tail, tie you up, and whip your backside until you scream."

John shivered with emotion. He immediately put the spoon back on the table and crawled back to Mistress. Then he turned and crawled to the table slowly, wiggling his bottom as he picked up the spoon. His punished balls dangled and swayed from side to side as he crawled, showing his Mistress he would obey her.

John held the wooden spoon out in front of him, offering the implement of correction to his disciplinarian. "Goddess, please correct my behavior with a sound spanking, I beg you. Please, spank me as hard and long as to see fit, Ma’am. I need to feel your displeasure on my bare flesh, Goddess." John bowed his head and offered the wooden spoon.

Mistress smiled. "Good boy, John. Very good obedient slave boy." While John was kneeling, Mistress turned and slowly took off her other stocking so both of her long legs and pretty feet were bare. As she turned, she allowed John to look at her bare bottom. Her wide hips and fleshy globes of flesh looked fabulous. "Do you like looking at my bare bottom, John?" Mistress asked, looking over her shoulder. "If you are a good boy I might let you kiss it."

John started to moan and became aroused. Mistress turned and gently kicked Johns balls as he knelt holding the spoon, with her bare, naked foot. John winced at the soft kicks. "But, if you are not good, I'm going to send you home with punished blue balls, John."

"Yes Ma’am!"

Mistress positioned John over her lap as she sat on the couch. He lay fully sprawled out, legs wide, balls exposed for his punishment. She had the balls flogger and wooden spoon close by. She rubbed John’s backside, back, and thighs with her finger tips, running her nails over his white flesh.

She spanked John’s behind hard with her hand, warming up the skin with quick, sound slaps, taking her hand over her head and whapping it down over and over. Each smack echoed around the room and got progressively harder. "You've been a very bad boy, John. Will you ever ogle fat female bottoms cheeks at the gym again?”

"No, Ma’am, I won’t, I won’t!" John cried. "I'll be a good boy!"

“I’m not sure I believe you.” Mistress picked up the spoon and tapped it on his naked backside.

John moaned. Here he was, a grown man, naked over the lap of a beautiful, younger, vibrant lady getting punished. It was beautiful. His balls dangled and his legs were wide so that Mistress had access to his balls cock if she wanted to whip them. He felt very vulnerable.

The spoon felt like fire as it peppered John’s bare derriere. Smack after hard smack rained down as Mistress scolded him for being a bad little boy. John wiggled and kicked his legs, wincing and grimacing as his bottom was blistered. He promised to be a good boy.

Mistress stood John in the corner and allowed him to rub his welted bottom like a punished boy. When she called him out of the corner, he saw Mistress had retrieved a cock and balls display table. This was an adjustable wooden table about waist high that male slaves displayed their cock and balls on for torment and punishment. "John, come here and lay your cock on this table. I'm not done punishing your cock and balls yet."

John obeyed, and laid his flaccid penis on the table. She made John use his hand to get hard again, then spoke. "Have you ever had a rubber band snap across your bare penis John?" Mistress held up a wide, brown rubber band. She stretched it and snapped it in her hand a few times. SNAP! John groaned. He became aroused as he stroked his manhood to attention.

"No, Ma’am, I've never had the rubber band applied to my penis. I know it's going to hurt." John was still wanking his dick as Mistress paced around the room. She teased him by showing him her bottom, and snapping the rubber band.

"It's amazing something so small can hurt so much," Mistress said. John knew he was there to get punished. He knew she was strict but never cruel. John also knew she loved men. Mistress was not a man-hater. She was put on this earth to rule men with her beauty and dominance. John was rock hard now as Mistress paced around the room, snapping the rubber band in her hand. "Just a couple of snaps with this on an erect penis, John, and boys around here behave. When a boy leaves my studio with a few rubber band welts it leaves an impression, literally." Mistress smiled.

"I'll give you a choice, John," Mistress spoke. "I'll give you 20 hard spanks on your cock. Slow, sound spanks, and you have you count and thank me for each one. Or..." Mistress came up behind john a whispered in his ear. "I'll snap your bare cock with this rubber band 10 times hard. Your choice."

John thought for a moment as he was stroking his welted penis. The rubber band would be excruciating.

Mistress spoke again. "If you take the rubber band punishment snaps, I'll allow you to kiss my big, chubby, bare bottom cheeks, John."

Oh God! That's what he really wanted was to place sweet, respectful kisses on the fattest part of Mistress bottom, right above the back of the thigh right in the middle of each buttock.

Mistress smiled, and slapped John’s face. Once, twice, three, and four times. “You’re so addicted to pain! What a good boy.” "Mistress please make the choice for me. I am your slave and whatever you say I will accept willingly," John said.

"Very well, John, lay your penis on the table for the whipping. I will give them to you in five stroke counts. You will count, thank me, and promise you will be a good boy. After each five strokes I want you to rub it and keep it hard and at attention." Mistress picked up the riding crop.

John laid his exposed member on the table. It was solid, fat, and ready for discipline. Mistress raised the crop and brought it down on the shaft. John moaned and winced at the first smack. "One! Thank you Ma’am, I will be a good boy," John cried. The pain felt like fire! Four more like that and Mistress let him rub.

After the whipping of twenty strokes, his cock was sore and red. Mistress laid John on an exam table and spread his legs wide. "Well, John, since you did not take ten with the rubber band it does not look like you get to kiss my fat behind. But since you've been a good boy I will give you a reward. Start running your hand over your penis. Stroke it. DON'T make a mess without permission, John."

She turned her back to him and allowed him to look at her bottom. That was as close as John was going to get. Maybe next session she would allow kisses, but not today.

John moaned. He started to get close to bliss. “Ma’am, can I beg you to please spank my bare balls gently with the crop? Please, Ma’am, spank them, I beg you."

She smiled and picked up the leather riding crop. She spanked John’s balls as he tugged and wanked his beaten flesh. Slap, whap, smack, slap. The crop came down firmly but not too hard, spanking, whapping, teasing. Finally, it was time.

"Ma’am, please may I have reward?” John screamed out. “Please, please Goddess, I beg, please? PLEASE!"

Mistress waited a second. “Yes,” she said and landed the crop right in the center of Johns balls. It sent slave John into convulsions. He jerked back and forth, two and fro, and started to cry, not only from the pain, but also the stress relief and endorphin rush of excitement. He made a lovely mess.

Mistress put down the crop and stood next to John, strumming his hair and wiping the tears. “What a good boy you are,” she said gently, over and over, and allowed him time to recover. It was nirvana.

She sent John to wash up and get dressed. His session time was over. Mistress put on a black robe that covered her arms and shoulders, and ended at mid thigh.

"Mistress, thank you so much for seeing me. That was the best session I've ever had. May I please hug you goodbye Ma’am?”

Mistress smiled. “Of course.”

They embraced. John felt the warmth from Mistress in her hug. It was a beautiful, magical time. Mistress kissed his cheek. “Bring this to our next session, John," she cooed, pressing a rubber band into his hand.

John put the rubber band in his pocket. He knew he would see her again soon, and live out his fantasies. But for now, the real world awaited. Mistress opened the door and saw him out.