Judicial punishment caning - 100 strokes!

It has been an interesting couple of weeks. I had not indulged in a spot of figging for quite some time, and now there has been three recipients within the past two weeks. Also high on the activities list were boot worship and strap on play, two of my greatest loves.

To the left is an image of T, who has now knelt before me twice. Without going too much into detail (for a Lady never whips and tells), it was very masochistic and sated us both to no end. For the conclusion he presented a letter, a confession of a deplorable act for which he asked me to decide the punishment. Such was the content that he was sentenced to 100 strokes of the cane.

He was punished on the second visit. He was made to read the letter once again, sentenced, stripped and positioned over my spanking bench, securely strapped down. Over the course of the next hour I alternated between my two favourite canes, the dragon and prison. With verbal chastisement and additional painful reminders of what happens when you cross the line into bad behaviour, his posterior went from lily white to a glowing red and beautiful marks were the poignant result. After he collected himself he returned to the office (but not without a stiff drink beforehand). I find this thought delightful, the knowledge of a gentleman at his desk, bottom stinging.

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The Chastised Accountant

Below is an image of an implement that was used today, to show an accountant why it was a very bad idea indeed to peek into the ladies loos at work. On his knees, after confessing his misdemeanour and his chronic inability to control his urges, I decided that a punishment of 20 strokes of the tawse would be a sufficient deterrent for future erring. It was certainly a 30 minutes to remember, and he left to go back to his desk before his lunch break finished a more humble and better behaved male.

Because of my location, more than a fair few gents visit me for corporal punishment during lunch breaks, and I often wonder which of them spend the rest of the day in an endorphined state, having a lesser portion of their brain than normal on the job as opposed to those to whom the activity gives more focus. To those who have had the pleasure, only they know...

Beautiful Bruises: judicial whippings & nailed to boards

The below posterior belongs to M. He was sentenced to a judicial whipping, but not in the usual manner. Instead of the traditional punishment being dished out in terms of numbers, he was given a time. 20 minutes. As you can see, he paid attention throughout.

D is currently under consideration for the collar of the wonderful Mistress Eleise de Lacy and was kindly allowed to visit me whilst she is in Vancouver. We filmed together for her site a few years ago and share a similar philosophy on sadism. In a touching show of devotion, he asked if he may be allowed to have her photo upon his person. This being a 5 hour isolation bondage session, I was only too happy to mummify him to my bondage table, torment his nipples, nail his scrotum to a board and leave him to contemplation.

Brutal beating on his birthday

It was the birthday of one of my personal slaves last week, a specimen who has served me well for two years. It was also close to the 1st anniversary of his collaring, and as a gift I gave him something that would remind him of his place 24 hours a day, something he would never have to remove outside of a BDSM environment. He has been instructed to kiss it each time he puts in on. He has also been ordered to only ever ejaculate into an ashtray, but that's another story.

He was told to keep his arms at shoulder height. An easy feat at first, but over time the shoulders and arms become painful despite the small weight of the candles. Naturally, he was beaten each time his elbows went below nipple level. With his chin up and head back, the candle wax from his mouth fell onto either his chest or his genitals. The wax from the candles in his hands dripped onto his palms. A plate was put slightly in front of his feet so I would hear if the wax went anywhere else but on his body. There were consequences if it did. Of course, I allowed him a distraction from the pain in his arms, amusing myself by caning his posterior. 47 times on each cheek.

My newest toy was also used. I was quite generous that day.

A relaxing cigarette. We have a game whereby he has to balance the ashtray on his head or suffer the consequences. The look in his eyes when he knows it is going to topple is gold! Of course, having my heels digging into his genitals cannot make the task any easier.

Hundreds of my OWK images online

I have updated my Pervy Apparel page for your viewing pleasure. There are shoes, boots and stockings that have seen their last day and in the perfect condition for enthusiasts of worn clothing.

Most notably, all of my images from OWK which were shot in March 2011. I had wanted to visit  for around a decade and had the opportunity to before it closed it's doors. I'd half expected the male staff there to be only submissive in front of the camera and was very pleasantly surprised to find that they were 24/7. Needless to say that myself and the other ladies there took full advantage of this at the end of every shooting day. There are 313 images in total.