Findom Punishment: Charging Kenny Per Violation

Findom punishment exists for those pay subs who are too pathetic to realize their only value is their wallet.

I know some men love to give tributes to their financial dommes. Bless those men, the ones who always make sure their goddesses are cared for, financially sound, and ask nothing in return. But other men need some convincing to behave. It’s not so much that they want to give tributes, but rather, they’re paying a fee as a findom punishment.

I mean, when he’s at the bottom of the barrel, the only way to hurt a sub is through his wallet. I never plan to put my pussy near him. In fact, I never use him for massages nor for emotional comfort. He’s not even useful as furniture.

So his worth is only measured in two parts. Firstly, by how prettily he cries for me. I don’t care if he’s bruised, if he’s bleeding, or if he’s so aroused it’s painful. I just want tears in his eyes for my amusement. Secondly, by how much money he provides for me. So long as he gives me those sweet deposits and transactions, I’m very satisfied with his performance.

When I can combine the two, it makes a findom punishment session absolute bliss for me.

“You don’t seem to understand from my spanking,” I tell Kenny. “Truthfully, you haven’t really learned your lesson, have you?”  In response, Kenny shakes his head from where he is on my lap. Through his briefs, I feel his hard cock against my thigh.

I sigh. Of course, Kenny hasn’t learned anything yet. Everything I give him is attention, and he needs something a little more abstract to punish him.

Something more akin to findom punishment, that is.

“For each ball band you’ve removed, it’s $500,” I tell him. “You removed how many?”

Kenny gasps. “T-Three this week, Mistress,” he confirms.

I smack his ass one more time, as I pull out his phone. “Liar.”

Kenny whimpers, wiggling his ass a little. “I’m sorry, Mistress, it was four, it was four,” he confirms, tears in his eyes.

As an additional incentive to go through with this findom punishment, I take a photo of his patchy red face with his camera.  “Good. Now, if you don’t want your family to know why you’re crying, open up that app and make your deposit.”

Kenny squirms, opening his banking app. “It’ll… they’ll probably want me to call it in,” he tells me.

My face remains unmoving.

In response, I feel his cock get harder. He nods to himself and shakily opens up the transfer service on his app. After a few moments’ pause for his authorization, I hear the notification go off in my own phone. I check briefly: $2000.

“There,” I tell him, and massage his ass. “Now you’re a useful man.” He gasps, his pathetic embarrassing cock leaking through his briefs. For a brief moment, I wonder if he’s going to cum. But he quickly regains control.

After a moment, I wonder if this findom punishment is actual punishment, or if it’s just a drop in the bucket for him. “So, how much do you have left?” I ask Kenny. Part of me wants to take it all. I want to know a man is so aroused by me that he gives me everything he has, just for a scrap of my attention.

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