Calling my little size queens bluff. Learning to be a more compassionate disciplinarian.

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You are in trouble, don't give me that, mm-mm, don't give me that fuckin' little attempt to melt my heart smirk. You know that look gets me, but uh-uh, ain't gonna fuckin' happen right now. Here's what's gonna happen instead.

You are in trouble. Get over there on the couch, and I want you to sit on all fours, you can put your hands on the backrest, your knees on the cushion, and face the wall, and then wait there. That's right, not a sound out of you either, I don't wanna hear so much, stop it, I'm serious y'all, get over there, get over there, I know you're my sweet baby angel, but it's you're in trouble, you're in trouble though, get over there.

So I asked you to share with me some text messages between you and a friend where you reacted positively to a sexual encounter between us. I have tons of those kinds of messages, and I'm not even generally one to kiss and tell, if you will, you know, maybe a little bit here and there, but mostly just if it was someone that I thought would make a good third party for us for a, you know, ongoing thing or a one-off encounter, whichever that may be as it may, you on the other hand love to kiss and tell, so I thought for sure there's gonna be some raunchy, graphic, hot messages talking about how great everything was between us, and there were some, there were some, but then there was a whole lot of, God, it really caught me off guard, you know, all this size queen shit, you know, comparing me to, you know, your previous boyfriends or whatever, and I mean, hey, eyes on the wall, just get that smirk off your face, eyes on the fucking wall, missy, that's right. So I mean, you know, it sounded like I stacked up quite favorably, I will give you that, but just in general, you know what I didn't like, and why?

I think we need to review our habits. So you have always told me that you are the opposite of a size queen, you know, and I know that there's always gonna be like a little padding or whatever insulation we do to make our partners feel good, you know, and believe me, I know that I work for you sexually. The puddles the size of the bedspread, many a night, are strong testaments to that in my mind, but what I didn't like was your reaction in trying to grab the phone away, and the whole thing where even though you framed it as a negative, you said, what's his face, so and so's dick was too enormous, whatever, and bent, I think he has Peyronie's disease, yada yada, I couldn't even get my hand around it at the bend, and your friend reacted positively to that, you know, and you said, oh, well, I was just trying to go along and share something that I thought they would like, I don't even know what I meant by this whole hand thing.

It sounds to me like you prefer a dick you can't fit your hand around. And now that brings to mind the question for me, well, what exact manner are you talking about? You know, have we ever actually actively assessed whether or not you can get your hand out? And if not, you know, that we have an extensive collection of toys, dildos, extenders, beaded, whatever, wraps, you know, shit that goes on fingers, shit that goes on my dick, shit that fucking is held on its own, shit that vibrates, twists, whatever, has rabbit ears and clit ticklers and every other damn thing under the sun.

And you are encouraged and invited to ask for any of them, use them on your own. And the few times that we've tried to use one of these extender toys, the ones that bring my dick from substantially above average, say, you know, I always say it's the big side of average, the small side of big, right? You know, you don't like that description.

You think it's downplays too much, but I mean it in a positive way because I don't have any real issues with the size of my dick. I have issues with my baby misleading me and not giving me the opportunity to satisfy your deepest, most truly held desires and longings, even the twisted or dark or uncomfortable ones. So if there's something that's lacking, you need to tell me that.

Eyes on the wall, hey, that's hey, oh, you just want to be spanked, don't you? So I brought your paddle down too, or one of them. Which one did I bring? I brought the one that says slut on it, so you know, it's got the wooden one with the negative space that says slut, although, you know, it's kind of hard to get the full word on there.

You've got, you know, you've got a pretty ample booty, my dear, and it still doesn't quite, let me see your, caught the SL there. Yeah, it's, you like that, huh? You are, you are fucking twisted just like me.

Oh, God, all right, eyes on the wall. I don't need any more explanation. I get the picture.

But you know, I don't think that you should encourage that, you know, you should be sincere with your friends too, because it's something that a lot of men struggle with, you know, and if you're, you know, exaggerating the extent to which it matters to you, then, you know, I don't know. It's easy for me to say, right? Well, no, I've always wondered why gentlemen who are a little on the smaller side don't more readily embrace these, you know, embrace toys and stuff like that.

And I mean, look at this thing. I roll it on, you roll it on like a condom, and all of a sudden, you know, you're like bigger than, you know, the majority of porn stars, you know? Yeah, it is.

It's like, yeah, some of them are, you know, custom molded over some porn star's dick. So if you're, you know, watching videos and notice that your partner goes wild for one particular actor, no matter how hard they try to conceal their excitement, you know, it just consistently boils over with such and such, you know, it's like custom mold. So what happened the one time we tried to use this toy, though? Yeah, we couldn't, you wouldn't, couldn't do it, uh-uh, yeah.

And you remember when we went shopping for these, you know, toys, and you said, oh, we don't need an extender. I said, well, let's just look, and we saw that, you know, there were probably half of them, only brought you two, about the size of your daddy's dick, you know? And you're right.

It is very pretty and symmetrical, isn't it? Yeah, sometimes when they're too huge, they get a little funny looking, I agree, yeah. So why then, Little Missy, are you texting anybody about my dick being smaller than whoever else's? You see what I mean? You see why you're in trouble? You're in trouble because you're putting it out there that, you know, yeah, that it doesn't matter, right?

It shouldn't matter. You don't need to be telling anybody about how my dick is not the biggest you've ever seen, you know? If you ask anything, you tell them my dick is made out of gold, and that it makes you fucking orgasm to look at it, you got me?

Yeah, you understand, huh? It's not, and it's not any other thing other than that, just the principle of it. We gotta, you know, have a united, solid front where we present only the best about each other.

Yeah, you thought it was a fun way of saying the best, well, no, you know, no guy wants to hear that anybody, you know, I'm not trying to put my head in the sand and live in ignorance, but you know, there was a chance that it was the biggest you'd ever been with, so you shattered that bubble for me, you know? I could have, you know, I wouldn't have had to have been completely delusional to think I might have the biggest dick of anybody you'd ever slept with, but I also knew that it was very much a possibility that was not the case, so your text messages that were supposed to make me feel better popped that fucking bubble for me. But as we've established already, I'm perfectly confident and willing to put on this little lifelike sleeve here, and it seems to bring things beyond your capacity to take it, and we went slow, and we used lube, and your hand damn sure didn't fit around it then, did it, huh?

And even further, there's the fact that fuck the size of your dick standing over there. I don't need to hear, that doesn't mean anything to me, or to you, or to anybody. Okay, so it's a little bit longer standing over there.

What do you do with it, though? Who gives you the most dick? I don't care if it's half an inch shorter than your last boyfriend's.

Could he fuck you on command, morning and night, however you wanted? Could he pick you up effortlessly, put you up against the wall, fuck you in a deep squat holding you upright, go from there to onto the table, back down into a deep squat and then lay you on your back on the floor, pick you up from laying on the floor, throw you over his shoulder and bring you to the bedroom, all without breathing heavily? Yeah, I didn't think so.

I've seen pictures of the guy, and you know, there is always that nerdy fucking skinny quiet type that you find out is hung like a fucking donkey, so it doesn't surprise me so much, but I know that motherfucker wasn't carrying you up 13 stairs cradled like a baby in his arms without fucking breathing heavy or breaking a sweat, without hesitating, was he? Yeah, when you said he had problems, you know, that he couldn't look at you or else he would come too fast, right? You ever see your daddy have problems with that? You ever see your daddy say, oh, I can't look at you, it's gonna make me come too fast? No, right? Because your daddy can fuck you as long as you want, and he can come whenever he damn well chooses or not, right?

So which of those sounds like the person has given you more dick? Let's just say hypothetically, you know, I mean, garlitches, you know, before I even, you know, say what I was going to, it really is an amazing phenomenon, you know, the way I suppose men are to blame too, you know, if they're embellishing and stuff, but it just seems like if someone has a dick on the bigger side, they can tell a woman or a partner, although if it's another, you know, another person who has a dick, they have more of a reference point, you know, for proper self-measure, but, yeah, people seem to just add three inches to everything, you know, the garlitches, you know, it's like when your friends were over that one morning, standing at the stove making some eggs and y'all were chatting about, oh, my ex's dick is 12 inches long and this one's 11 and this one's that, and I took out the measure feature on my iPhone and held it up to the carton of eggs, lo and behold, a carton of eggs is 11 inches in length, so I was very tempted to turn and be like, Sarah, you're telling me that Scott has a dick one full inch longer than this carton of eggs and that you take that shit down, no problem? That's like fucking 25% of your height, girl.

Nah, I know she's taller than four feet, but nah, she ain't five feet. Yeah, I just, I have trouble believing that, baby, but, you know, let's say hypothetically, like, yeah, if somebody, you know, if you got eight inches for an hour or ten for five minutes, you know, it doesn't take much to fucking realize that the volume and extent of dick being provided is more in that first scenario, does it? Oh, I made the difference too big? Well, whatever, then it even, it furthers my fucking point.

So, I mean, say whatever you want to whoever you want, baby, but you don't hear me talking about anybody else's pussy being tighter, warmer, wetter, more delightful, tasting more like a divine fucking ambrosia gifted to us mere mortals by the fucking goddesses in the garden of pleasure and delight. No, you don't hear me say anything like that to anyone. You don't hear me talk about anybody else's tits compared to yours, because yours are literally fucking perfect.

So, just something to consider, and if you feel like you're insufficient size in your life, we have these toys, we have this extender strap that seemingly was a big waste of money because even when we went to the strip club and brought one of the dancers over, a threesome, you know, she was very adamantly proclaiming that she was a total size queen. She couldn't take it either, could she? No, it's really fucking big.

It's obnoxiously big. Even that, this one I like, the girth sleeve with the beads on it and shit, that feels good for me, but it seemed like you had trouble with that too. So, you know, and if you need another person to come make a guest appearance with us who's hung like a fucking horse, we can do that, but you keep that communication between you and I.

And as far as anybody on the outside is concerned, I want them to think that my fucking dick is made out of gold and encrusted with fucking gemstones and, you know, plays beautiful fucking, the most resonant, beautiful serenade of music streams out from it, you know? Yeah. That it tastes like, well, actually you already described the taste very nicely.

What did you say? Like oranges, almonds, and vanilla. And I must add, it also must taste like fucking sweaty dude funk sometimes too, you know? It's a very particular thing.

Yeah, this is turning you on, isn't it? See, I can't even be mad at you. Try as I may.

You got me all turned on too. Keep your eyes on the wall. That's it.

Yeah, I'm mostly hard already, baby. Let me unbutton my pants here. That's it.

Grind that fucking booty on me. Yeah. Yeah, just like that.

Just like that. That's it. Yeah, fucking slap that booty on me.

Feels good. Yeah, that's my little fucking size queen, huh? Have I not been giving you enough dick? Yeah.

Oh, I have. Okay. Well, you know, I just was confused, you know, based on your messages, but thank you for clearing that up for me.

Let me take these fucking panties off. I'm gonna fucking take them off my teeth. You smell fucking good too, baby.

You are all wet. That did turn you on. I'm gonna talk about this.

You fucking slut. Face the fucking wall. I don't want you to come either until I tell you.

I'll tell you when you can come. Oh, you're gonna come already, huh? Yeah.

Well, no, no, you're not. I'll tell you when you can come. What's that? You want some lube? Why? You've had a lot of foreplay.

You're pretty wet. Because my dick's so big, huh? Well, here, spit on my fucking hands.

And then I'll play with you a little bit here, on my way in. You do like that, don't you? Yeah, what do you say when I play with your, play with the head of my dick? You always tell me.

It's so hard and smooth. Always the same two adjectives. I love it.

I love it. Okay. Okay.

Oh, fuck, you're tight, baby. You're so tight. I love it so much.

Oh, yeah. All right. Now, the second phase of your punishment begins.