mister-sir1: When discipline becomes just another household task. “How are we doing in h-

mister-sir1: When discipline becomes just another household task. “How are we doing in h- Woah woah, hold on, Donovan hold on!”“What is Daddy?”“You shouldn’t strike in the front like that!”“That’s what Joseph told me to do.”He sighed. “Well Joseph’s an idiot. Just because he’s your older brother doesn’t make him smarter. Boy is short a few brain cells.”Donovan frowned. “But why not in the front Daddy? It hurts them more and the red stripes look so pretty. Plus, I like watching his little cock jump when the whip hits his mark.”His Daddy gave him a withering look. “Because you’re not disciplining him for your own pleasure. You’re disciplining him for his own good. Right now all you’re doing is making him hate you.”“But why do I care if he hates me? He’s just a faggot and a houseboy.” Donovan huffed.“Well, well yes, but he’s still a human being. Whipping in the front can cause damage to internal organs, like bruising and internal bleeding, if hit hard enough. It makes it difficult to breath too. You want to protect your investment. Here.” His father took the whip out of his son’s hand and gave him a strike on the behind; the whip makes a slicing noise as it cut through the air and cracked when it struck skin. The boy cried out and his body went taut.“Woah…” Donovan said. “That was so fast! and so loud!”“You see here?” his father said, showing him the red mark on the boy’s ass. “This is all fat. You can strike em pretty hard here and it won’t do a lick of damage. Some bruising maybe, but it’ll heal. The pain will fade to a slow burn and it will stay with them for hours.” He struck the fag again. “And that will teach them a lesson more than anything. They will remember that next time they think of disobeying you.”“Can I try Daddy?”“Sure thing, son.” Donovan took the whip and, with some coaching, got into proper stance. The boy yelped when contact was made.“You’re aiming too low. You don’t want to hit the thighs too much, because then they can’t walk or do their chores. A little higher… there! Good one. Hear the noise that makes? That’s what it supposed to sound like.”The fag groaned.“Wow Daddy, thanks for telling me this. What about the back?”“Also a good spot, but it takes more finesse not to cut the skin. Practice with his ass this time, I’ll teach you how to do the back later.”“I can do it now!”“No. Joseph fucked you up with your training, I’m starting you from scratch.” His father said, folding his arms.Donovan didn’t dare argue with him. “Alright, Daddy, I’ll just whip his ass.”“Thatta boy. When your arm gets tired, call me in. Oh, did Joseph teach you how to milk a houseboy?”Donovan shook his head. “I’ll show you that later.”Donovan beamed. “Thanks Daddy. I do like playing with that little cock of his.” His father ruffled his hair and made his departure. Donovan watched him go then turned his attention back to where it was.“Alright, boy, looks like it’s your bad day! We’re starting over from 1.” __________________Text is fictional. -- source link

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