Guess what happens, if you are getting a deserved scolding, and try to switch the subject. exactly, the consequences will be swift and memorable. Not having that sort of disrespect. #StrictMotivation
Recently I have been asked by a few brats and interested folk, how I am doing mouth soaping. Without giving away the secrets of My trade, or going too deeply into details I will still try to answer the question, in this post so there is a point of reference, instead of typing individual emails all the time. #efficiency
Speaking of efficiency, that is one of the aspects I am going by, when washing someone’s mouth out with soap. It will be a thorough experience, and it will not be a pleasure ride. Soap is a fierce and feared tool of correction and discipline. It is unpleasant and the taste is evidently rather disgusting so that erotizing the experiences generally is not so much of an issue.
If someone does have a mouth soaping fetish, it is My job as a Disciplinarian to change the patterns and vary the application to a degree so that there will not be mixed messages sent – if we are talking about soap as a deterrent. If it is just for play, for fun, for a fun punishment (punishment) that is a different issue, in a way. If it is used for discipline and punishment, I will make sure this is a memorable experience leaving the desired impact on the one getting it applied.
The question about what size of a soap bar I prefer, what kind of a soap, which brand etc, is really very difficult to answer, because My preference is not the issue; this is not about Me that much after all.
I have to take into consideration the anatomy, health issues of the bottom (person receiving). Not all soaps are safe for everyone. As a responsible Top/Dom/Disciplinarian, I have to know about ph levels of the bars I am about to use.
Since I have bottoms all around the globe and yes, mouth soaping can be done long distance, at least I am quite capable giving one in a very memorable and thorough fashion even without being physically present during the act,
I have to also keep in mind that not every brand that I maybe prefer for one reason or another may be available in every country.
I have to take into consideration that some people react not just to the ph levels, but may have allergies; SLS allergies, for example, can put quite a no go to most of the commonly regarded safe brands, and kinds of soap.
On the other hand, can a too alkaloid soap cause chemical burns, which are not at all a side effect we desire when washing a mouth out with soap – even though, one could argue it is then an extremely memorable session.
I still prefer to be able to calculate the risk that can be expected, so we can do even a CNC punishment scenario and still apply SSC / RACK as a guideline.
Thankfully to the vast variety and choice of different brands and kinds of bars of soap, I also am in the comfortable position to being able making My own bars of soap, and through excellent suppliers am able to offer both varieties: SLS containing and SLS free varieties of glycerine based soaps, that are very sought after for their originally intended purpose, yet have been branded “enemy of brat-kind” by some of My girls and boys for their effectively deterring effects.
Last not least I do want to mention, that when within agreed upon and negotiated limits, soap is being used for more than the purpose of washing out a potty or dirty mouth; knowing your implement, soap can add a lot to some other impressing activities, and make the bottom think thoroughly before engaging into questionable behaviors or lacking, let alone failing at the expected performance
Let’s face the facts, brats will be brats. And sometimes it just happens so fast, that brats will run their fingers or mouth and say things they should not have said. It may be language stuff, you know: the kind of bad, where vulgar words are used for shock, or to be the laughing stock!
But politeness and manners still do matter. A language should always be clean. And without being all to mean, we help the brat in its brat-attack, the best way, ’cause We care and can. It needs a Lady, it needs a Man, to stand up to their insolence, vile or verbal violence and help the brat their mess to cleanse!
Whether they are bratty: adult, little or middle. The swift #BratTakeDown, is no riddle. And when you act real swift and thorough, their bad behavior won’t see tomorrow. Even the most sailor tongue, will soon learn that soap is no fun. That it is hard to erotize, and it brings tears quick into their eyes.
We don’t give in, to their protest, nor to their screams how they’d detest, that smell, that taste, that gooey paste, the pose, the mess, Our non-idle threats, How they need to rinse, and how it bites, how they will never stop the fight! Let them drool with corner-time and well reflect their prior crime!
Only when the lesson’s taught, that it won’t pay to play at naught! That We won’t have their mouth get soiled, nor them to act up like children spoiled! That talk back at authority: lack of respect – being naughty, leaves in its wake a bitter taste, on teeth, gums tongue sometimes for days!
It is time to help them some. Come around from their brazen fun, onto the narrow, onto the straight. For betterment, it’s never too late. We had given them the cleansing speech, Because we care, them right to teach, so they may grow to being strong and keep away: from harms and wrongs.
So brats be brats, we know just that. It’s what we know and can expect. We know there’s pull, push, forth and back. In all the chaos, what stands out, the ultimate reason: beyond any doubt. We do on this earth, as it is done from Above. We dole Discipline out to those whom We care for, or: love.
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“OK, baby-girl!” Tony tore her out of her almost dreamy state. His voice was so firm, almost stern. Her heart sank even lower. Maybe he did call her bluff somehow? It was impossible of course because her plan was so good, but who knows. It would not be the first time he would surprise her, how he could read her like a book. She shivered, all startled. If he did know, this could end up ugly for her. He was so tender and caring, but he could also be strict, almost to the point of being mean. But to her delight, his voice softened up. “Baby-girl? are you cold? Looks like you just shivered, maybe you are really sick. Oh, my poor little baby. Let Daddy tuck you in, OK?”
His voice had that tone, that tone that could melt icebergs. This incredible sweetness, utmost care and total worry for her well-being. Under different circumstances, Janette would have giggled and beamed and been all happy, but now she felt the heavy burden of guilt, knowing she is leading him on. She sighed and shed a tear, feeling like her heart was breaking, feeling cramped in her tummy. Maybe it was the suppository working, but more likely it was her shame and guilt, even more. She felt his hand, this huge big hand she loved and feared at the same time, softly patting her shoulders, while his other hand moved her jammie bottoms back in place, tenderly. He pulled the pillows from under her tummy, with so much care, as if he would handle the most fragile precious china. She felt the blankets being tucked around her, all the while his other hand kept caressing her tight neck and shoulder. “Oh, baby-girl, you poor little thing! Are you crying? What is it? are you hurting?”
She sniffled, overwhelmed by the cramps in her tummy, of realizing how much he cared for her, and how she is causing him pain beyond belief, with her little charade. “It is my tummy!” she sighed, confessing half of the truth, but keeping the rest to herself, unable to face the consequences of her deceit. Now she was trapped, in her own web of lies, and could not move, neither back nor forth. On the other hand, maybe she would get away with it? Maybe he was wrapped around her finger after all! And maybe after the suppository had worked, Tony would take the day off?
She could spend the whole day in bed! Nap at will, and do fun girlie stuff. He would serve her lunch in bed, and spoon-feed her like he always did when she was sick. And maybe she could be doing some coloring for him? And they would talk and have an awesome day, of bonding and fun, and all the little things, baby-girls love to do, with cuddles and who knows what else? How awesome was that – it for sure was worth this little white lie of hers, and it sure was no big deal. If just the pain in her tummy would be as easily convinced…
“Listen, my little baby. Daddy needs to make a few phone calls, and you are obviously in some bad distress. All the crying and the sickness, must have made you all sleepy, haven’t they? So, be a good little girl, and take a nap, while Daddy will take care of the rest. I will check up on you shortly…” he said, and the voice was still firm, but so loving at the same time. “Pwomize?” the girl said with a lisp. She felt his lips on her forehead, her eyes, kissing them shut. “Big Daddy promise with a cherry on top!” he whispered before he left the room…
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“Of course not!” Janette said, and her eyes threw bolts of lightning at him. She was pouting now even more, and her eyes started to water up. Tony felt so bad. “I am sorry, baby…” he said and sat down on the edge of the bed. placing his hand on her front, she felt warmer than anticipated indeed. But maybe that was because of the crisp temperatures outside, he thought and so he kissed his baby-girl on her cheek and sighed. “We better double check your temperature then. If you have a cold your place indeed is in bed all day, my little baby-girl…” he added and his voice was beautifully smooth. She blushed, as always, when he was so kind and caring with her.
Tony got up and left the bedroom, returning with the thermometer. To her relief, he only held the thermometer not the tube of vaseline in his hands. She obediently opened her mouth, he needed not to ask even. He smiled at her, patted her hair. “Baby-girl, I left the car open, engine running and all. You keep the thing under your tongue, while i go and lock the car up, and when i return we will know for sure. Right?”
She nodded her head yes, slowly enough so the thermometer would stay put. He smiled at her and then left to do as he had said. Tony felt so bad, that he had accused his girl of anything bad. She was such a good girl actually, and he loved her to bits and pieces. After locking the car up, he took his coat off and called in his office, to let them know he would come in a bit later. “Looks like my wife is sick, I have to take care of her first” he ended the phone call. He took his shoes off and went to wash his hands upstairs. When he passed the bedroom he froze. He could not believe his eyes… His girl was sitting on the bed, shaking the thermometer with its end facing down. Tony went a few steps backward and made sure he made some noise, so his girl would be forewarned. He skipped using the bathroom and went into Janette’s bedroom only to find her with the thermometer in her mouth, looking all innocent at him, wearing her sweet little pout…
“Get ready, Missy!” he yelled through the house, up the stairway and shook his head. Every morning the same routine. She had skipped breakfast, again, just to sleep in the 10 minutes longer, regardless how Tony insisted that breakfast is the important start in the day. He had cleansed up his plate, and cornflakes bowl, like every morning, read through the paper briefly, and dressed. Now he had his coat and boots on, ready to go to work, and yet she was stalling him, again. He drove her to the uni, and it was no big detour, but he could have insisted she takes the bus. But then she would have to get up 1 hour earlier, and so….
“I will be waiting by the car. You better hurry scurry!” he said in a stern voice, and went outside, into the cold autumn morning. He sat in the car, watching the clock move on, but Janette was no-where to be seen. He pressed the horn, once, twice… no Janette in sight. He sighed, getting really annoyed. She usually should come running by the second time he blew the horn. She would know that if he had to get her in person, she would be in trouble.
Tony got out the car, shaking his head, but hoping Janette was alright and not just sleeping in. He knocked at her bed-room door and entered. She was still in bed!
“Young Lady!” he said in a cold voice. She woke up startled. “Why are you still in bed and not dressed and ready?” he hissed at her. She put on a sweet pout. “But Tony, i told you i was sick…” she mumbled.
“Are you?” he asked her with mockery in his voice. “Or are you just pulling it off so you can skip school?”