Punishment Given And Received

Pet waited, then he sent Prickoless away.Pet gripped a handful of his Kitten?s hair and pulled her face so she could look at him. He spoke very quietly to his Kitten saying, ?I can see I need to teach you some manners. You need to know your place. You belong to me, and by default to Mistress, as everything I have belongs to Mistress.?Pet went on to say, ?It is not your place to determine what happens to Prickoless or to humiliate him without specific permission being granted. You clearly heard Mistress say that I was responsible for your behaviour.?Pet shook her and then güvenilir bahis let go of her hair, saying, ?You simply need to accept your punishment.?Mistress?s punishments happened in different ways: personal orgasm denial (and this included anything required to ensure you couldn?t orgasm), denial of you tasting or feeling the cum of your Sir for a period of time, or spanking by hand or by implement. For more serious infractions, a mix of the punishments occurred.Kitten?s jaw hit the floor, for each punishment would be difficult for her to face. She had never been güvenilir bahis siteleri spanked in her life. Also, she loved the taste of her Sir?s cum. And she couldn?t help cumming ? it just happened. Sometimes, she just wished she could control herself.Pet said, ?I have yet to determine what level of punishment I require of you, Kitten, but let me tell you, whatever happens to you, Mistress will ensure happens to me too. This is what she means when she says I am responsible for your behaviour. You have to understand that words and actions matter.?But more iddaa siteleri than anything, if you want to wear a collar, obedience is essential. You will learn you speak only when spoken to, and only the truth is acceptable, whatever the consequences may be.?Kitten nodded, becoming a little afraid, yet strangely aroused.?Now, Kitten,? Pet caressed her cheek as he spoke rhetorically, ?just what are we going to do with you??Next time Pet spoke it was to order Kitten to bend over the kitchen table and open her legs. Kitten looked at her Sir through hurt eyes and truculently moved toward the table. Kitten was a runner and her butt was tight, firm and well-shaped. It was going to take some strategic work to break her of her petulance. But it had to be done; she had to learn not to take matters into her own hands.