When you stop learning, you stop practicing, and when you stop practicing you are useless as a top. So, whenever I receive an invitation to see how one of my fellow masters disciplines their bottoms I am loathe to refuse it. When that invitation comes from one of my friends overseas, I hop a plane and cross the ocean.

My Russian friend had two new slaves he wanted to break in, and was eager to share his new techniques. When I arrived there, I wasn’t disappointed, because one of his painsluts was stretched out all ready and he was just waiting for me. He showed off his new cane, and caned her ass red with it. He told me the sluts were there for the first time, and they were just begging for a big American to cane their red asses. I wasn’t about to refuse, and I showed him how we do it from our side of the ocean.

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By this point, none of us really remembered why we’d been sent to the boarding school. All we knew was that until we were old enough to leave, we had to try our best to follow the rules, and hope the punishments weren’t bad enough that we’d feel them for weeks. It really depended on who was taking care of us, and how much leeway they’d been given in doling out our negative reinforcement.

The Headmistress preferred to use paddles, but the Latin Tutor liked a riding crop, and the Maths Teacher really preferred to use a ruler on us as much as possible. Something about making us learn by osmosis, although that might have been the Biology Tutor. It’s kind of hard to remember who is supposed to do what role at the school, when all they want from us is our pain and our obedience, as much as we are able.