Ideally, every submissive girl should receive a sound thrashing once a month. By this I mean, you beat her until she whimpers and even cries, until she begs for mercy. You give her as much as you think she can take. You will of course ensure that she understands exactly why it is being done; not because she is a bad girl, or even because a beating is good for her (though it is). You explain that she is being beaten because it gives you pleasure. It excites you to cause her pain. You like to feel your power. It is true that a thrashing will help to put her in the place she needs to be. She needs to feel your control, every day with little rituals and commands; but on a regular basis she needs something more severe. And so do you.
You set a day on which it will be done. As it approaches she becomes more apprehensive. Instinctively the body forgets pain; but as the day draws nigh she begins to remember just how much it hurt last time, and she is worried that she cannot endure such a thing again. But at the same time she knows that you are adamant and not to be deflected from your purpose.
When you wake on the morning of the day, you pull her towards you in the bed. ‘Do you know what day it is?’ you ask. She hesitates. ‘Yes,’ she whispers. ‘You will present yourself at six o’clock this evening,’ you say. There is silence for a moment. Then she says, in a small voice, ‘Master, this time, does it have to be quite so bad?’ You make her wait for your reply though she fears the worst. ‘You know the answer to that,’ you say. She receives this in silence. ‘Put your hand around my cock,’ you say. She does so. It is rock-hard. ‘Can you feel how much I want this?’ you ask. ‘Yes, Master,’ she says.
The ritual is usually the same. You don’t tie her up; you want her to be disciplined about holding her position and not trying to protect herself with her hands. You start with a hand-spanking over the knee, to get her warmed up. You encourage her with gentle words and soothing caresses. You move to the flogger, then to the tawse, then to something stronger. At last it will be time for the cane, the cane which cuts so badly into her tender flesh, which bites deep into her sweet little bottom. And which will leave the marks that show your ownership, marks which show, if others should see them, that she is your possession.
She suffers bravely, despite her tears. While the beating goes on she can think of nothing but when it will end. But when it’s over she loves the aftercare, the soft words, the kisses, the cuddles. And then she is fucked, very hard, on her knees doggie-style, and as you thrust into her your hips bang against her poor bruised bottom and it’s painful for her but you don’t care about that, you will use her as you please. And then at last she hears what she’s been waiting for: ‘good girl’.