masterslave00:Yes, Madam. I am and I’m also hoping that you will milk me empty at the end like

masterslave00:

Yes, Madam. I am and I’m also hoping that you will milk me empty at the end like you did last time…

you need to understand that I didn’t start out wanting to smack men.  It was only after one begged Me to do so that I put that first tentative slap on his thigh and heard him gasp so erotically that I realized I could get used to that real quick.

A male’s arousal, his excitement…it’s electricity in the air that, much like solar cells capture sunlight, I collect and turn into energy.  In physics, energy is the quantitative property that must be transferred to an object in order to perform work on, or to heat, the object.  And of course what I mean by that is my hand- either by itself or using flogger or crop or brush or cane or paddle or wooden spoon or belt - heats a boy’s backside.  

Well, sometimes, I whap his penis.  But usually it’s his butt.

If I’m with a fella who isn’t eager for such treatment, it’s not going to happen.  Because I need that spark.  That’s not to say that his excitement might not be accompanied by a certain degree of dread.  But there is enough genuine desire for discipline, for punishment, for pain, that the fear is just part of the thrill.  Like a roller coaster fan who knows there is a risk that things could go horribly awry, but trusts that mechanics have done the necessary inspections to make the odds very slim, a man believes I won’t cause irreparable damage when I announce My plan to soundly beat him.