Chokyo for a Brat

Young people nowadays have absolutely no sense of discipline. They want everything fast and easy. And, if they don’t get it, they cry like babies. I know this because I’ve seen it in my daughters, in the younger employees at the office, and in Janine. I guess an explanation is necessary, so here it goes: Janine is a 21-year-old fitness coach, who lives in an apartment. From time to time, I go there and practice Shibari with her. I pay her handsomely, and we kiss goodbye. Calle me “sugar daddy” if you wish. I don’t care. I do it with her because my wife would never accept Shibari, and U can’t quit my kink. The point is that it took me months to realize that it was of some chokyo for a brat. Let me explain.

Janine is wonderful, but she’s also moody, and bratty, and insolent, whenever she feels like it, just like everybody else from her generation. I got to the point where I was totally fed up with her attitude. So, I began looking for a solution. Now, since I’m a Shibari enthusiast, it didn’t take long before I became aware that maybe some chokyo was exactly what my little brat needed.

Chokyo means discipline. That is, true discipline, not like the bunch of idiots that you find at schools, or like most parents nowadays, who can’t say “no” to their little monsters, no matter how bad they behave. It’s real discipline: iron rules and punishments if you dare break them. 

And that’s exactly what I did with Janine. I submitted her the way I would like to submit all those entitled young idiots at work. I punished her with an iron fist —you know, within the boundaries of her consent—. And two things happened: first, she became the best bottom you could ever work with; second, she began to achieve higher goals in her personal life, by acting with the same discipline she had learned from bondage.

This is my Shibari story.