#beatable

Several hanks of well dressed rope creak as a stupid brat slumps to the floor on its side. What’s left of its worthless little brain dripping out of its cunt in tracks, dampening the edges of the rope. Mommy kneels beside it, placing a steady hand on its and hip and softly biting the outside of its tender thigh. It winces and she smiles, before rising to turn her attention to the abundance of fun toys she’d curated for today’s beatings. She lays down the cane and trails her fingers down the length of the flogger handle. Her dumb drooling mutt still twitching on the floor behind her. As its shallow panting begins to recover deep greedy breaths secretly wishing mommy had also worn her boots.