The Bad Board doesn’t forget 10 hits with the cane for not ..

The Bad Board doesn’t forget 10 hits with the cane for not swallowing Mr. A’s cum when we met him and his submissive Sugar a while ago, even though I was expected to be a good little cumdump. Shortly after this misbehavior happened, my Owner made me write the mistake down on the Bad Board, he also set the punishment for it. Some of you may already know that swallowing cum is one of the things that are exclusive to my Master, which means I only swallow his cum, not other men’s. However, I knew damn well that I was supposed to swallow Mr. A’s load on that particular day, or at least help my slut sister Sugar clean the mess up when he came. Anyways, I failed. I sat there and watched her clean his cock with her tongue all by herself – she’s such a good girl 💖 Bad girls however… get the cane. It didn’t matter how many days had already passed since I fucked up, because the Bad Board doesn’t forget. Once the punishment is set, it’s set and there is no escaping it. So of course it came as no surprise to me that it had to be executed sooner or later. “Do you know what day it is today, Lou?”, my Owner asked. “Saturday, Sir?”, I replied. He laughed. I could tell by the way he looked at me that I was in trouble now. “It’s can1ng day, my love.”, he said. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I hated the cane. I wished he would’ve just forgotten about this shit. Naughty, bratty thoughts ran through my head again and again. I wasn’t feeling like taking this treatment today. Though today, retrospectively, I know this was exactly why it was the right day to do it. I was moody, bratty, acting up, and in desperate need to be reminded of my place. Those types of days are rare, but they do occur and they certainly don’t suit a properly devoted good girl. After putting on the hot slave harness my lovely subscribers chose for me to wear for this punishment session, my Owner said:” Get everything ready.” Reluctantly, I prepared everything for the punishment session: I got the collars and plugs for my Master to choose from and, of course, the cane — my archenemy. When Sir collared and plugged me, as he does before every session, I felt quite confident. Though, when he made me get into position and warmed my butt up by lightly tapping the hard, wooden stick on it repeatedly, I started getting nervous. “If you move or fail to count, we start all over again”, he said and then made me repeat my mistake before landing the first hit on my ass. Ouch! “One. Thank you, Sir.”, I mumbled. Another one. “T-two, thank you, Sir.” My thoughts started spinning until my head was empty. This is the point where I usually fuck up. I cheated a little bit by counting the hits with my fingers, so I wouldn’t forget which hit we’re on. The next hits followed. Each one hurt even worse than the one before, I could barely hold my position. Ugh, how can this thing hurt so bad, yet feel so good at the same time? I always get super wet when Sir canes me and I love the marks it leaves on my cheeks afterwards. When he was finally done, I sighed in relief, not knowing that I was about to be corrected shortly after again for being a cocky, bratty bitch… It was certainly not my day and I didn’t take it as well as I should’ve, I know that. Though, I want to share every aspect of my journey and learning process with you guys, so it must also include the moments in which I’m not the perfect obedient slave. I’m getting a little closer to it with each day – and I’m very happy to have you guys here on this journey with me ❤️ Thank you.The Bad Board doesn’t forget 10 hits with the cane for not swallowing Mr. A’s cum when we met him and his submissive Sugar a while ago, even though I was expected to be a good little cumdump. Shortly after this misbehavior happened, my Owner made me write the mistake down on the Bad Board, he also set the punishment for it. Some of you may already know that swallowing cum is one of the things that are exclusive to my Master, which means I only swallow his cum, not other men’s. However, I knew damn well that I was supposed to swallow Mr. A’s load on that particular day, or at least help my slut sister Sugar clean the mess up when he came. Anyways, I failed. I sat there and watched her clean his cock with her tongue all by herself – she’s such a good girl 💖 Bad girls however… get the cane. It didn’t matter how many days had already passed since I fucked up, because the Bad Board doesn’t forget. Once the punishment is set, it’s set and there is no escaping it. So of course it came as no surprise to me that it had to be executed sooner or later. “Do you know what day it is today, Lou?”, my Owner asked. “Saturday, Sir?”, I replied. He laughed. I could tell by the way he looked at me that I was in trouble now. “It’s can1ng day, my love.”, he said. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I hated the cane. I wished he would’ve just forgotten about this shit. Naughty, bratty thoughts ran through my head again and again. I wasn’t feeling like taking this treatment today. Though today, retrospectively, I know this was exactly why it was the right day to do it. I was moody, bratty, acting up, and in desperate need to be reminded of my place. Those types of days are rare, but they do occur and they certainly don’t suit a properly devoted good girl. After putting on the hot slave harness my lovely subscribers chose for me to wear for this punishment session, my Owner said:” Get everything ready.” Reluctantly, I prepared everything for the punishment session: I got the collars and plugs for my Master to choose from and, of course, the cane — my archenemy. When Sir collared and plugged me, as he does before every session, I felt quite confident. Though, when he made me get into position and warmed my butt up by lightly tapping the hard, wooden stick on it repeatedly, I started getting nervous. “If you move or fail to count, we start all over again”, he said and then made me repeat my mistake before landing the first hit on my ass. Ouch! “One. Thank you, Sir.”, I mumbled. Another one. “T-two, thank you, Sir.” My thoughts started spinning until my head was empty. This is the point where I usually fuck up. I cheated a little bit by counting the hits with my fingers, so I wouldn’t forget which hit we’re on. The next hits followed. Each one hurt even worse than the one before, I could barely hold my position. Ugh, how can this thing hurt so bad, yet feel so good at the same time? I always get super wet when Sir canes me and I love the marks it leaves on my cheeks afterwards. When he was finally done, I sighed in relief, not knowing that I was about to be corrected shortly after again for being a cocky, bratty bitch… It was certainly not my day and I didn’t take it as well as I should’ve, I know that. Though, I want to share every aspect of my journey and learning process with you guys, so it must also include the moments in which I’m not the perfect obedient slave. I’m getting a little closer to it with each day – and I’m very happy to have you guys here on this journey with me ❤️ Thank you.