Maternal Discipline Dominatrix
The matriarch is a popular figure when it comes to discipline sessions. Not surprising when it is the closest some boys come to woman. An all-powerful figure that dominates every minute of their early lives. For some men, they have not experienced it but wish, for a short amount of time, to experience that bond allied with corporal punishment. I enjoy being a maternal discipline dominatrix at my chambers in north London.
The Maternal Figure
It is a broad church but the figure I often play is highly caring and a believer in traditional values including discipline. Never a sparer of ‘the rod’ more the ruling of the roost with hard palms and a whippy rattan cane.
The maternal figure scolds as much as spanks. She knows your secrets and if she hasn’t discovered them yet she will extract each one from you and give an appropriate level of punishment.
Sometimes the boy feels quite little and he is spanked on the bare bottom before his bath. His bottom is sore and red as he lowers himself into the water. Other times the boy feels older (and braver) and receives an accurate and painful caning before he puts on his pyjamas ready for bed.
I know everything about you. You may be innocent but you will receive corporal punishment anyway.
Mummy Wears
Soo, when you picture your mother in your minds-eye, what is she wearing? A sensible suit as she is back from her job? Something more casual for wearing to a summer fete, say a thin cotton dress with stockings.
Something more formal? A blazer to show her status at some club or other.
Perhaps Mummy has found you messing about before bedtime and spanks you while wearing her see through nighty. Her breasts wave at you through the sheer material and her naked legs protrude. Imagine being over her lap? You naked, her thighs covered only in a millimetre of material. Your groin rubbing against her womanly lap.
Mummy Gets Serious
Mummy decides as you grow older that a more formal approach to corporal punishment is needed. Does she have you wait in your room, her tap tap, tapping heels approaching up the stairs? Are you told to report to the lounge? There she scolds you, a real dressing down. You are instructed to remove your trousers and pants and to bend over a chair. You worry about your semi-erection. Mummy ignores that, she is used to little weak-willed boys. She delivers crisp strokes in a neat order. She gives you a break after each six and you wonder if you will survive the eighteen she has allocated.
Sometimes Mummy
Will take a pity on a brave boy. She may even show him how to make the most pleasure with the simplest actions.
If you long for a Maternal Discipline Dominatrix, get in touch.
Miss K Stinger
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