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His flap still open on his
panties, as that once I open them, only I can
close them again. I checked about the room and
things seemed ship shape. So, I went to the tray
and opened the black silk bag. “This bag is for
Monday. It says here that on Monday, you were a
very , very bad boy. You forgot to take out the
garbage, you started dinner late, and you even had
the nerve to raise your voice to your Mistress.
What am I to do with you? You are a pathetic pansy
and you Will learn your place around this house!”
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I walked over to Gary and grabbed his hand pulling
him up off the floor. I ordered him to bend over
the dinning room chair. I walked to the tray and
found a nice thin cane. I looked in to the black
silk bag and found a lemon and a knife. I cut the
lemon in half and rubbed the juice all over Gary’s
still sore ass. I spread open his cheeks exposing
his hole and shoved the lemon wedge into his ass.
He began to cry out. I looked into the bag and
pulled out a dirty pair of soiled panties and
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Taking the cane, I gave
Gary 13 more swats across his naked ass. By now,
he was bruised, and red and very sore. I took the
other half of the lemon and poured more juice over
his ass and he began to whimper in pain. “ This is
what happens when sissy boys disobey their
Mistress and get sassy. You brought this on to
yourself. Now, I am going to read a book and you
will stay just like this with the lemon in your
hole until I return. I suggest that you think
about Monday and what you did wrong while I am
gone.”
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