I don’t think I have ever specifically remarked on the serious feeling of power and perverted contentment one enjoys seeing your submissive with a red, marked and sore butt after the punishment when there is a subsequent period of domestic relaxation. Obviously after 3 or 4 punishment sessions, the butt in question is red, marked and sore for many hours.
With my female submissive, in her serving uniform of high heels, black hold-up stockings, black corset and heavy black rubber collar padlocked around her neck – I may be reading the weekend supplements in a pair of hot-pants, high heeled mules and a cropped top. She is kneeling on the floor, the other side of the room, quietly polishing a pair of my boots. I will announce that I want a cup of tea. She will rise to her feet and walk from the room, (curtseying as she leaves) and I watch and glow with the serious feeling of power and perverted contentment seeing her red, marked and sore butt. [Of course, bitch-boy NEVER gets to see, or hear the activity, when my female submissive is in her submissive role. If he is at home when she is in her submissive role, he is secured in sensory deprivation bondage. Unable to see, white noise in his ear phones blocking out all other sounds. Sometimes over over six hours!]
And with poor bitch-boy, a similar scenario. Except he is in his faux little girl’s dress, and he has to mince when walking, and it is not just me observing him but also Governess Lexi. I will order two cups of tea and, Governess Lexi and I, relaxing on the sofa, will pause from our conversation and watch bitch-boy mince from the room, his butt red, marked and sore. I quite like to see the lines of some marks of the cane and perhaps the slightly purple bruised lines from the edges of the quirt from when it earlier hit home. Such a feeling of serious power and perverted contentment.
Mincing, by the way, means holding his hems up and out at the sides with his pinky fingers sticking up and his feet landing at the centre line with short steps.