What now?

Bedtime...and some adjustments to your stamina

As you lean back in your chair, you find yourself utterly wearied. Every limb and muscle aches from the strain of the floggings and spankings you have inflicted and all the fucking you have done. So you decide to make a simple fix, and ensure that you will always have the strength to give naughty girls the punishment they deserve.

As you contemplate the exact wording of your rules, you call over Imogen. She hurries to you, her cheeks wet and her eyes red. You command her to her hands and knees and use her as a footrest, and she obeys eagerly, pressing her ass up to let you use it as a stool. She giggles a little, seeming nervous. You can't tell if it's because she is scared you will punish her again or because she is hoping she will impress you with her good behavior. It doesn't really matter, as you lay your ankles on her and cross your legs, feeling her Pull-up squish under the weight of your legs and feeling Imogen stiffen. You suspect that the pressure you are putting on her is rather painful, but you don't particularly care. Grabbing a pen, you begin to write.

Old Rule: The owner of the Rulebook is in the top ten percent of physical fitness, although his appearance does not change.

Old Rule: The owner of the Rulebook has limitless stamina and no refractory period.

After a few minutes of thoughts, and of feeling your body change in a million minor ways that leave you without any pain or weariness, you decide to make one more change then go to bed.

Old Rule: The owner of the Rulebook is in the top ten percent of mental fitness.

You don't notice any other changes, and wonder if it worked...