I have always thought the punishment should in some way fit the crime.
If the girl is acting like a brat when I tell her to maintain eye contact with Me while I use her mouth then she will have to learn a lesson.
Hair in pigtails which she hates, so that she looks as childish on the outside as she was acting.
A fake cock because she will have to earn her way back to to Mine.
And a mirror so that she can practice that eye contact and watch her own punishment unfold. Watch those hated pigtails bobbing, and those lips stretched around that fake cock, blushing in shame.
The punishment fits the crime.
If only you knew what I know about the prim and proper little slut.
If you could see into her mind the way I can, all of that innocence would fall away like snow on a warm day.
Under it all is a beast, one that is in need of a leash.
I will not be satisfied until you are a sobbing, soaking, shaking, and broken wreck.
you will beg to cum, you will beg to stop, and you will beg for mercy.
I will break you down to nothing, then gather up the pieces in My arms, and make you Mine.
