When his Mistress spanks him this submissive male whimpers as the tears stream down his cheeks. He is always grateful.
Long ago he was a lost and confused man. He didn’t take care of himself properly. He was slob, a lazy loser. By some miracle she saw potential value in him.
Slowly, subtly she took charge of him. Her will cut through the shadows in his mind. She reformed his habits: he stopped drinking and smoking. No longer did he eat fast food.
She brought order to his life. Under her guidance he found a good job and was even able to keep it. Before he was always fired for unsatisfactory performance and tardiness.
And she began to instruct him into the truth about men and women. He was her inferior. He was a male who needed the control of a strong, smart, superior woman. He would never have a successful or happy life if he didn’t surrender to a superior female.
Even sex would no longer be under his control. He could never masturbate again. His tongue would master the arts of satisfying a woman. Most nights her orgasms would be the only orgasms in the house. But if he was very, very good she might allow him a treat.
As the man came to see his proper place at the feet of his Mistress he accepted that she would often punish him. Mostly spankings, sometimes whippings.
His daily disciplinary spankings kept him focused on his lifestyle as a servant of a woman. Mindful to be humble and appreciative of all she allowed him, enabled for him.
As her sub-male he grew ever more grateful that his Mistress spanked him. Kept him on the narrow path of obedience to her higher will.