“Now, go get your license and registration. Oh, don’t forget a riding crop!” she demanded.
When I returned with everything, she handed me a pen and had me sign over the title and registration to my car. With a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer, my driver’s license was cut into a dozen small pieces.
Usually after breakfast, I am punished for anything that isn’t perfect. When she picked up the leather weapon, I knelt, kissed the whip and asked her to punish me severely for anything that I had done wrong. As usual, I lowered my pants and panties to my ankles and presented my bare ass for her pleasure and punishment.
“When I dressed to play tennis yesterday, I found wrinkles in my skirt,” and she continued to list my offenses. With my hands grasping my ankles securely, she changed t
