Owning A Man

Paddled Or Caned?

He's looking at me with those eyes. Those big blue eyes. Sometimes i get amazed at his beauty. He has short blond hair, blonde eyebrows and red tinted lips. Naturally he appears to be on the slimmer side. However every since i made him go to the gym he has gained some visible muscle.

I never allow him to hide his body in big clothes, in my house he wears only a pair of boxers.

I measure his waist and shoulder area. Then i go in my closet and search for a small suit.
I plan on making him go 5 days in the gym instead of three like before.
I don't like them too skinny.

He is looking at me thru his peripheral lense.
I ignore it.

Before my girlfriends arrive i have him clean the whole house and make us food. He doesn't make a single mistake.
Knowing the punishment would be brutal if he did.

Sylvia is staring.
Staring at him.
While mitchelle is taking a bite of the cookie.

"How about we play with him?" She asks.

"Whatever, do what you want" i say.

Sylvia starts to undress him. He doesn't resist. After that she grabs his tie and makes her way down to the basement.
I go down with them, curious to know what they'll do to him.

"Over my lap" she demands. He has no choice. So he complies.

She smacks his butt.

"Have you ever been paddled before?" She asks.

"Yes miss"

Mitchell has a paddle and a cane in her hands. She holds it up for him to see.
"Do you want to be paddled, or caned?" They ask him.

"Paddled miss" he says.

Sylvia grabs the paddle. She smacks him hard. He jolts up, holding his butt. He's in pain.

"I don't want to do this" he says.

Sylvia chuckles.

"This is not about what you want"

Sylvia then holds his waist down. And paddles him more, much harder than before. He keeps trying to get away from her, but she strictly keeps him from lifting his torso. At one point he throws a gaze towards me, silently begging me to make it stop. I ignore it, pretending i didn't see it.

He looks subdued. Pathetic.

"I don't think i can take this please" he begs. Sylvia ignores it. I silently watch as he goes from whimpering to crying profusely.
Wishing for us to consider giving him a break, even a small one.

Seeing him cry gives me a feeling that i can't easily describe

Sylvia is still paddling. She only seems to be increasing the pain on his already beaten skin. Before he can whine anymore she grabs a big red ball gag and shoves it in his mouth.

Mitchelle laughs.

"Let's tie him up"

He doesn't have the power resist now either.
After they have finished tying him up they put the cane in the air.

Sylvia grabs his ear and slaps him across the face.

"What a whiny bitch" she says.
"Since you're so whiny we'll cane you as well"

He shakes his head. Trying to beg thru his gag, to no avail. He does a pitiful attempt to get out of his restraints. And only manages to look even more pathetic than before.

Nothing turns me so on than seeing men in pain.

Mitchelle whacks him with the Cain.

"This is going to take forever"