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Source: Rachel Adams Fantasies

Threats Make Brats Wet

Threats make the tummies of naughty brats flutter. Erotic threats are magic words that rattle the mind and set intimate places tingling.

An expert disciplinarian understands the psychology of subtle threats. In healthy kinky relationships, threats are not acts of intimidation, but a way to reciprocate when one partner wants attention and acts up to get it.

The most extreme kind of response is physical discipline, but if that was the only way a disciplinarian could respond, they'd be no fun to play with at all. There'd be no ambiguity, so sense of dancing close to the tripwire. No way to enjoy the erotic tension of pushing boundaries and wondering if you've gone too far.

If any provocation was immediately and invariably followed by a spanking, there'd be little space for the emotional and psychological enjoyment or discipline - and that would be no fun at all.

So, good disciplinarians enjoy a more subtle, progressive approach. When misbehaviour is noticed, it's far better that the consequences are foreshadowed. Think of this as a stairway with four steps.

The first step is the Verbal Warning. The disciplinarian recognises their charge's attempt to grab their attention, and cautions them that kind of behaviour will earn them a sore bottom. The threat is left hanging in the air.

The second step is Foreshadowing - where the brat is made to imagine the consequences of continued misbehaviour. They might be told: "You're choosing not to listen, and I'm losing patience. What happens when I lose patience?" And the brat will be made to explain in detail what the consequences of naughtiness really are. But still, their bum remains unsmacked.

The third step is The Brink. The brat will be sent to fetch the implement that will be used to spank them. They might be made to take off and hand over their panties, or change into a customary spanking outfit, like their pyjamas.

There might be a physical demonstration, with the spanking implement smacked against the spanker's palm, swished through the air, or whacked against a cushion. This theatrical performance should leave the naughty one in no doubt what's in store, but it need not automatically be followed by a spanking. Just like orgasms and edging, it's more effective to leave them teetering on the brink, buzzing with anticipation.

The final stage is, of course, the spanking itself. But this doesn't need to occur immediately. It might happen in a few hours, or at bedtime, or tomorrow, or whenever the recipient is least expecting it.

Remember what makes threats erotic and arousing is their inherent unpredictability. A brat should never truly know how close they are to a sore bottom - that's for their disciplinarian to decide. Threats make brats wet, and the best spankings come as a shocking surprise.

Did you just forget to curtsey?  Are you ashamed to be my Sissy Maid here at the beach?  Were on vacation nobody knows you here, don’t mind them taking pictures, probably suprised to see a frilly little maid here at the beach.  

I figured you’d be motivated considering your realease date was set for our return from vacation…this lack of curtsey just added another week, that’s two so far in 2 days.  We have 5 days to go, one more mistake and we just reset the calender for another 6 months.

LOL now you Curtsey…dip a little lower and show that little cage…LOL..you sissies are so easy..I’m going to do whatever I can to reset the calender..LOL should we make it another year for a mistake?? We can come back here to this resort same time next year to celebrate again..Oh now you’re really doing good with that Curtsey..a year it is for the next mistake..the motivation you need LOL. 

Now go wait over at the bar in fretting position..be sure to curtsey over there too..better not miss my signal for drink orders.

I can’t wait to come back next year..LOL

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Deterrent?

[Caption from Barscubed - these aren't Mistress N's 'rules']

Mistress kindly granted me release last night and also allowed me to write about it this morning.

It happened quite late in the evening. She started work late due to Thursday's heavy night and therefore finished late too. She was also quite tired, so she took a nap after dinner. I tried not to think about release, but Mistress had already implied that it was likely to happen that night, so it was difficult to dismiss the idea all together.

She woke up quite refreshed and, dressed in just a tee shirt, she was soon instructing me to strip naked and put my collar on. She told me to fetch her dildo and strap it on her, then had me kneel down before her and "worship her cock". I licked and sucked the dildo as she rammed it into my mouth and rubbed it into my face.

When she was ready, Mistress had me kneel up on the bed, lubricated my anus and her "cock" and gave me an energetic pegging, starting slow but building to a literally eye-watering climax. I was left sore, red-faced and chastened, while Mistress glowed, with a wild and triumphant look in her eyes.

The circumstances of my release were different from most previous ones, in that Mistress opted to squat down on my face while I masturbated. I was not permitted to speak, so I was unable to ask for permission to release when I felt I was approaching completion; I just had to wait for her to grant it without any prompting.

This meant that there was a greater than usual risk of me coming without permission; to mitigate that risk, I had to "ease off" whenever I felt myself getting to the point of no return. Effectively, I was being forced to "edge". Given how much I wanted to ejaculate once I began to masturbate, that wasn't easy.

Mistress made me keep this up for what seemed like quite a long time, all the while taunting me, asking me why I had slowed down and encouraging me to go faster; at the same time, she kept pinching and scratching my chest and nipples and shifting her bottom around on my face, making it hard to breathe at times.

Eventually, permission was given and I rapidly brought myself off. To me, it felt like opening up a high-powered hose, but Mistress found it far less impressive.

"Is that all you've got?" she teased. "W*nker! I don't know what all the fuss was about..."

Nevertheless, a wave of relief passed over me as I lay there with my heartbeat slowly dancing back to normal. Mistress rose, padded across the room and fetched a tissue, which she threw down at me with an order to clean myself up; then went and sat on the end of the bed.

When I had finished and disposed of the tissue, she told me to get back down on my hands and knees before her. I obeyed, bowing my head as I did so, but she put her finger under my chin to make me look up at her. She looked deep into my eyes.

"What do you say?" she asked, softly but firmly.

"Thank you, Mistress" I said, almost in a whisper. Those moments can be overwhelming.

"Goddess," she corrected me. "I want to be a Goddess tonight".

"Thank you, Goddess," I said, making sure the last word was very clear. She smiled, a self-satisfied smile.

"Okay, you may kiss my feet."

I ducked down and pressed my lips firmly to her warm, slightly perspiring, slightly "beddy" feet. I would stop when she told me. Then it would all be over, for at least another month.

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I'm not sure if Mistress will want to add anything to this or not. I hope so, though she is a little busy today.

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The daughter of the female CEO is now your line manager, and every day, you will have to justify your existence to a spoilt brat princess who is used to having her designer shoes licked clean. How much are you prepared to degrade and humiliate yourself just for her amusement?