Now, first of all, My lil one, let’s go to My study, I have a surprise there for you…. why are you standing frozen? No, My lil one, Daddy said let’s go and so we will do just that.
as we enter the study you can see, the bus driver sitting nervously opposite Daddy’s massive and dark wooden desk, on a sturdy wooden chair, reserved for those Daddy will be interrogating. you pale, when you notice the strap, and a handful wooden exotic paddles are on the table, in plain view, as well as that finger thick yet flexible 2 to 3 ft long switch from either elder or willow tree.
But Daddy has your arm clenched in His, and leads you quite reassuringly. I beckon you to sit down in Daddy’s leather office chair, a privilege you rarely get, and you look at Me like a car with big round headlights. I stand behind the chair, thus literally having your back.
“Young man”, I address the bus driver. “Is this, certainly and beyond any doubt, the young lady in question, that you stay stalled your ride back home from Walmart dilly-dallying at the cashout?”. He nods his head firmly, and says “yes sir”. – “Are you 100% sure?” I inquire with an inquisitive tone, and lay My hand reassuringly on your shoulder, seeing you started trembling in the chair, shrinking an inch per second. “yes, sir, positively, that is the culprit”. I nod My head at him invitingly, and ask him to repeat the threat he had spoken to you at the store, and so he repeats, how next time he would leave you behind to teach you a lesson.
I nod My head as sunken into thought, and then ask him, if he understands, how probably in My household transgressions are handled while waving My hand pointing at the 7 implements laid out on plain view. He gulps and then sais, he understands and that he believes that it is a very fair and square method to teach the errant ones the wrong of their ways, making sure best behavior in the future could be achieved, even for the pig-headed ones. I agree with him and walk around the desk to friendly shake his hand. It is great meeting people who are on the same wavelength. I fatherly use My left hand covering, and friendly slapping his hand shaking Mine, to seal the deal.
Still shaking the hand, we now both smile, I enquire if he would also agree, how some choice embarrassment like a spanking with witnesses – or even better yet: with those exact people who were affected by the culprit’s misbehavior witnessing their very penance – would be even more effective, to make sure such bad behavior stops, once and for all? he vividly agrees, starting to get quite excited. I notice that My lil one now almost vanished in the chair shrinking and wriggling against Daddy’s office chair, yet pale like a wall.
I take a deep breath, while patting the guy on his shoulder, still firmly shaking his hand, as to sealing the contracts, verbally, from Man to man! “And would you not also agree, young man, that the most effective choice of punishment, that would make 110% certain such bad behavior be put in the past, would be to use all of the 7 magnificent – and yes, cruel – implements on the desk, over the culprit’s bared behind and thighs, as to ensure there is neither any form of protection from the well-deserved thrashing, nor from the embarrassment created from such a memorable, necessary chastisement?” Oh and how he agrees. How he has that smirk of glee on his face. My lil girl is biting her lips, shaking her had slow-mo no, trembling like an aspen in the wind. Tears roll down her cheeks, while his face is lit like a Christmas tree.
I walk around the desk and turn the brass made key, with embroided cross design, on the heavy bottom door, unlocking the cabinet behind it. From the heavy, yet well oiled opened door’s inside hooks I take a pair of leather foot- and handcuff style leather shackles. I present them to both My poor lil girl shaking and the delighted bus driver. I have one last question to discuss, and yet again, he vividly agrees, that yes, a culprit who would be subjected to such well deserved punishment should be strapped down with hand and foot shackles to a spanking bench, their legs spread, as to allow the Punisher to deliver each and every strike with precision and without unwanted injuries from feet or hands jerked into the way of the implements. He gleefully agrees this would be only for the culprit’s protection, not so much for their discomfort and that the culprit should, therefore, be thankful, the Disciplinarian uses such kind foresight.
I am so relieved, he is so reasonable, and indeed so am I! I am asking now My lil one to please walk to the spanking bench and so she does, but with a very heavy heart and quite leaded feet. The bus driver is beckoned with my head to join us as well. He follows with quite some enthusiasm.
I ask him, would he mind putting on the foot shackles tightly around his ankles and his wrists, so that he can feel how that actually feels to a culprit. he is hesitant at first but soon understands how this demonstration is a wonderful added dimension to the penance he is about to witness, and so he follows through. I check that the cuffs are neither too tight, as not to hinder circulation, yet tight enough as to prevent wriggling out or injury from wiggling around too much. I am, after all, caring like that.
Would he, please also be as kind as to lay over the bench, so that i could secure him to the bench in the positions culprits should be, I ask friendly, and again he hesitates first but understanding and seeing how this demonstration makes my girl almost faint, he agrees to do just that, and so I can attach the shackles to the rustic, massive wooden and cast iron made spanking furniture that is fixed with sturdy screws to the floor.
“That is quite a predicament, isn’t it?” I ask the young man and he vividly nods his head, because yes, indeed, it is! “Well, there is one last added dimension to how I punish those who have transgressed in bad ways, and that is to place this living room mirror-topped table close to the bench, near the culprit’s head, so a culprit can see their own faces of disgust and anguish during the deserved discipline or correction – and by placing the implements on the table, they can also see, what they have still to look forward to!
The young man’S enthusiasm is now boundless. He shakes his head in delight and agrees, that that indeed makes for a perfect punishment. I ask my lil one to go and get all the implements and lay them on the table so that the most feared ones are the closest to the culprit. She does as she is told, and I can see that her hands are sweating, for the implements show traces of it on where she held them.
“Can you tell my lil one knows all too well how each and every one of these implements of discipline hurt, judged how well she laid them out?” yes, indeed, he does agree. I beckon My lil girl to please go and sit down on the chair, where the gentleman had sat. She follows My order even if confused. “You will have a great view from there, but be out of the way, when Daddy swings hard,” I explain as she does like she was told. The young man is still gleefully chuckling before the words start sinking into his brain. Before he fully grasps the situation, he can feel My hands fumbling his belt buckle, ungently opening it and his pants and yanking them down to his knee-pits along with his underwear.
“Wait a minute, sir, what do you think You are doing here?” he wails, in a mixture of disgust, fear, and disdain. My voice is self-assured and calm. “What does it look like, young man?” I ask rhetorically and continue pointing out the obvious. “You are going to get punished in exactly the way, you agreed would be the best, so that we can make sure your despicable and wrong behavior will change, here and now and once and for all. You had agreed, that the best way, is to be spanked, actually thrashed, with the laid out implements, while secured to a bench, in an embarrassing position, bared of clothes and the victim of your wrongdoing baring witness to your ordeal that you brought upon yourself, so you may reach the penance necessary, as so your behavioral change would come to pass. I had asked you to put on the cuffs and assume the position, which you have done, thus consenting to Me disciplining your ill behavior and correcting your wrongs.” He stutters now, protesting, how the young lady was the one who was to blame.
“No, young man, actually, you are the culprit here. The young lady was simply at the store, and she bought her items. her cart was being difficult and an elderly person before her at the check-out needed longer than anticipated. being the good girl she is, she had improvised to correct the misfunctioning cart and was friendly enough to not push the older person, and reassuring her, to take whatever time she needs, as not to worsen the spirit of the – evidently overwhelmed – older – customer. My girl thus, was an exemplary citizen, showing the grace and the empathy, I would expect from her and have been teaching her. She was foresightful and diligent. – You, on the other hand, young man, have the audacity to waltz into the store and yell at My girl, without asking the facts: making said elderly person feel worse about their overwhelm, making the check-out clerk uncomfortable and scaring My good lil girl, with threats of abandoning her in the store!
How dare you, to threaten her like that? And what is more, how dare you threatening any of your customers to refuse them service or worse yet leave them abandoned in a store when you were the designated entrusted transporter?! That shows how immoral and rotten you are and what ill work ethics you have. But fear not, young man, long before I am halfway done with your punishment, you will be the sorriest boy in town, and the bruises from today’s thrashing will prevent you from comfy sitting for a whole week, giving you time to think about better ways doing your job going forward. And now brace yourself, young man, this Purpleheart paddle has quite the bite!…”
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