Okay, %fname%, the first thing we'll try today is a little discipline.
If you think you can handle it. After all, you are nothing but a little
cocksucker. Aren't you? Yeah, that's right, go ahead and get angry. I think
you need to be punished. I want you to go into your bathroom and find me
the biggest hairbrush you can. Hurry up, don't make me wait. I'm getting
very angry with you. I have better things to do then just sit around and
wait for you to get your ass in gear. I'm going to time you, and if I have
to wait longer than one minute, you're going to get a severe beating. For
each extra second that you make me wait, you'll receive one extra smack.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING,%fname%?
~QYN

  That's a good slave. Such a good boy, %fname%. Following your mistress's
commands. Now come here, and let me brush your pretty girlish hair. (Pause)
Now look what you've done. You've tangled it all up. You did this on
purpose didn't you? Just for that you'll receive ten smacks with my
hairbrush and two with my bare hand. Maybe next time you'll try and behave
a little bit better. Maybe I can finally knock some sense into that thick
skull of yours.

  Now then. Let's get on with things. Go into your dressing room, %fname%, and put on the petticoat dress I've laid out for you on the bed. Make sure
that you wear the lacy panties too. They make you look just like a little
girl. What? You're refusing to wear the panties because they make your cock
and balls itch? Do you want to continue, %fname%?
~QYN

 You're in BIG trouble now, %fname%! I'm going to make you wear
those panties for the next 24 hours straight, without changing them or
bathing, and you will also feel the sting of my wooden paddle across your
lily-white butt cheeks. I'm also going to give you a painful reminder
of my authority by having you fasten a rubber band around your balls
until they turn blue with pain.

  FEEL THE SLAP OF MY HAND ACROSS YOUR BUTT CHEEKS! I'll teach you the
consequences of disobedience, you little worm. Unless you want a worse
punishment next time, you'll keep that rubberband fastened tightly, as a
reminder of who the boss is around here. I'll never let you come until you
can prove yourself to me.

  You may now remove the rubber band from your genitals and resume whatever
it was you were doing. Okay, my little, %fname%? That's the end of this
installment.