Sometimes men aren’t fit enough to be sissies. And when that happens, you beat the sissy out of them. Mistress Genevieve, Miss Penelope, and I have a lot of training to do with our bitch. She’s evasive and not fully cooperative with the tasks at hand, we have taken it upon ourselves to discipline her. Heavily. After all, if you dress like a woman, you better be strong enough to be one. With canes and crops, we bend her over the caning bench, exposing her crossdressed ass ripe for the beating. We take turns beating her viscious, turning her pathetic ass pink and red while she screams and cries. Her discipline is not for the faint-hearted, and we fully intend on breaking her. A nonstop assault on her derriere with the canes leads to a relentless bastinado on the soles of her feet. She screams and cries, pleading for any way out of it. But the only way out of it is to strip her of all vestiges of femininity. She’s not allowed the privilege of being a lady. She’s only a bitch.
