Strict Sissy Punishment: Spanking Steven

Steven is dressed girly and kneeling on a rug in my bedroom.

It’s not even that there’s anything lesser with feminine clothing. Rather, it’s that Steven is so far from manly that he needs to be reminded of it in every sense. He needs a strict sissy punishment to remember his place as a not-man.

Steven remains on his hands and knees, blindfolded for me. The blindfold is fuzzy pink, and it remains in place as his body trembles. I don’t know whether he’s trembling from exhaustion, embarrassment, or even arousal.

Frankly, I don’t care. I just enjoy looking at him on top of his fuzzy pink rug, kneeling pretty. This is where a sissy should be, I think to myself. Even if originally this was a punishment for Steven, I enjoy a strict sissy punishment for its own sake.

Of course, Steven isn’t only wearing his blindfold. He’s also wearing a cute little pink corset that makes his chest puff out like breasts. He’s got on a too-tight miniskirt and a matching pink thong as well. The miniskirt hides nothing; the thong just looks good between his asscheeks. Altogether, it’s a great look for him.

“I cannot believe you thought you were a real man,” I tell Steven. My hand comes down, open palm, on one of his cheeks. “So now, I have to remind you of your position.”

He whines and nods. “Yes, Mistress,” he says. “Thank you for teaching me my place with this strict sissy punishment.”

I slap down on the other cheek, watching his body recoil from the pain. After the pain subsides, Steven relaxes, and then tenses up as he expects the next smack.

“Oh, we need to go back to the basics for a pathetic sissy worm like you,” I remind him. “It’s not just spanking today.”

So I spank him a few more times for our strict sissy punishment.

Before I move on, I make sure his ass looks very red and sore. Satisfied, I step to the side, grabbing a dildo.

“Thank you,” he whimpers from the ground. His voice cracks as he speaks.

“Sissies aren’t manly,” I remind him. “After all, sissies only exist as toys for women like me.” Then, I spank his ass again, putting more force behind it. The pain makes him gasp with stuttering breath, like he’s broken into tears. Of course, with the blindfold on, I can’t really tell if he’s crying.

That’s alright. That part of our strict sissy punishment is just for me, anyway.

I stop with the spanking and settle behind him. Next, I pull the thong and snap it back over his ass.

“So, do you remember the second part of your punishment?” I ask him, my voice harsh.

He whimpers, but finally does answer, probably not wanting more strict sissy punishment. “Only sissygasms,” he whispers. It’s barely audible, but I’ll take it.

“That’s right,” I confirm, and tap the dildo against his butt. “Sissies only get sissygasms. Real men get to breed tight pussy. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” he sobs.

I slide the dildo from his cheek to his hole, pressing on his pucker.

Then, I take a moment to give my reply. “Good.”

If you’d like to be my sissy to train, give me a call! I promise you there’ll be nothing manly left when we’re done!

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