My chattel hasn’t been to the House of Sinn in quite some time, and I know it’s been far too long since his last whipping. But that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on him. There will be no warm-up, no gentle start, no spanking with My hands. I’m going straight to the single-tail. I know this will hurt. That’s the point. I secure him to the wall so his flailing doesn’t disturb Me. As I lean into him, I feel how cold his skin is, but he’ll be warm soon enough. he will suffer for Me, and I will enjoy every moment of it. I’ve selected two of My beautiful single-tails for him today. I start by flicking his arse with both at once, sharp, annoying, not yet painful. But I’m not here for irritation. That’s just the beginning. I move on to proper whipping, both tails striking together, double kisses across his flesh. The strokes come harder, faster, crueler. Just how I like it. his pain is My pleasure. I whip him again and again until his arse is marked just right, until those gasps turn to sobs. This is how I welcome a chattel back to the House of Sinn.
