A Slave’s Birthday
One of my slaves was stupid enough to announce to me that it was his birthday today. After explaining to him that slaves have no birthdays, only “collared days” (the day they were first placed under control of an Owner), I proceeded to provide him with birthday recognition in the form of a proper spanking.
I strung his hands over his head with fine nylon rope, and looped it over my main rafter beam in the living room. I placed his ankles in a spreader bar, and expanded it far enough to be uncomfortable. I opened all my living room blinds, exposing him to any passers-by on the street, then took a pair of scissors, and cut every stitch of clothing off him.
I left him exposed like that while I went to the dungeon and returned with a suitable leather strap. Now it was time to give him his just rewards. I began paddling his cock, one paddle for each year this miserable slave was alive. The more I spanked it, the harder his dick became. Once I had finished spanking his dick, I started on the balls, each ball getting an equal number of spankings. Cringing in pain, yet at the same time moaning in ecstacy, this lowly slave started squirting his white jizm each spank he got. This intrigued me so much that I almost forgot to keep count of his spankings.
After completing the spankings, I allowed him to rest, dangling in My living room, for the rest of the afternoon. I think this evening I’ll let him down to lick up the stains he caused.
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