Slap
Added 2021-06-14 09:10:52 +0000 UTCSome impact play, along with some brainwashing.
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Every slap of the paddle on your ass cheeks stung, but your tranced out mind barely noticed. Every slap caused you to repeat the words. Mindlessly. “Punishment makes me a better toy.” If you had been up, and aware, you might have noticed your tears.
As it were, you were their hypnotised toy to do with as they will. And today, that was painting your ass red. Your mind would still safeword if it got too much, you weren’t so far gone as to not be able to do that. But it wouldn’t be too much. You loved this. You wanted this.
The words drilled into your mind.
“Punishment makes me a better toy.”
With each *smack*.
“Punishment makes me a better toy.”
No emotion, no pain to them. *smack*
“Punishment makes me a better toy.”
Sometimes unable to finish before the next *smack*.
“Punishment makes me-” *smack*.
“Punishment makes-” *smack*.
“Punishment-” *smack*.
“Punish-” *smack*.
“Punishment makes me a better toy.”
Like a broken record player. You couldn’t see, but they were smiling at the effect. But eventually, they brought you up. And then you could feel the pain, full force and raw. Then you noticed your tears. And they held you. You knew that you are their good toy, no matter what.
