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 Here you will find a selection of short stories from different authors, I have added a few photos to get your minds working, if you would like to add your own to this section please Email it to Miss Shanelle There is no cost involved to anyone wishing to place a poem on my site, nor do I charge people to view them, I firmly believe that sincere scene players can be involved no matter what the scale.

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SISSY'S NEW LIFE ~ Part 1

My name is Laura. I married my husband James when we both very young. We had a relatively normal marriage for the first year or so. We role played occasionally, James being the submissive and me, of course being dominant. We were both naturals at those positions. I loved being waited on, tying him to our bed and teasing him, and he loved groveling at my feet and being controlled by me.

It wasn't until I came home from work early one day that both of our lives changed forever. James had stayed home sick and I left work around 10:00 AM to surprise him with a little "role playing". I entered the house as quietly as possible and tip toed up to our room. The door was open I peeked in, and there, to my utter shock was my James, dressed in my panties, stockings and garter belt, he was sitting at the computer.

I then cleared my throat, you know the way you do, when you want to get someones attention. You should have seen James jump up and start trying to explain. He was just making a lot of noise as far as was concerned, all I did was stare in complete shock. It was then that I noticed what he was doing on the computer.

At first I was relieved to see just words, there were no pictures of animals or gay men, just words,he was reading. I began to sternly question what the hell he was doing in my underwear. He tried to explain that he wasn't gay or anything like that and that it just turned him on to wear women's underwear. At that point I had enough of him, I told him to go into the bathroom and get changed into his clothes and that we would discuss it later. He obeyed and I sat down to see just what he was reading, that's when I went back to being completely shocked.

James was reading a story about a wife who forced her husband to dress as a woman, even more importantly as a maid, and work as her slave. He did all the chores around the house, the cooking, the cleaning, he gave her hour long massages, ran her baths, dressed and undressed her, you name it he did it. I knew we had role played, but was this what James wanted, to be dressed as a maid and be my slave full time.

The more I read the more I realized I was getting very turned on. That's when I decided that it didn't matter what James wanted this is what I wanted. I got up from the computer and went down stairs, my heart was racing; could I really turn my husband into a sissy maid? First I knew I had to get James to voluntarily go along with this. I went back upstairs and called him into our room, he nervously entered I could see that he was visibly shaken by being caught in my underwear.

I pretended to very upset, almost crying, how could you do this, I asked, I can't believe you've been doing this behind my back. Don't you love me? That's when he began saying sorry over and over, I waited for those magic words. Then, he said it, Laura I'm sorry I swear I'll never do it again, please believe me "I'll do anything" if you just forgive me. Anything? I asked. That's when the training of my sissy slave began.

I started very slowly, just making him do the dishes after dinner and vacuuming. I then began to write up to do lists for him. Do laundry, scrub bathroom, do dishes, ETC.ETC whenever his chores were not done correctly, I would spank him with a wooden hair brush, not too hard just enough to let him know I was in control. I could tell by his constant erections he was enjoying this is little too much.

I could see it was time to take the next step. So I ordered him a sissy maid outfit, It was pink with white lace, it came with a corset and a matching petticoat to fluff up the hem, it also had matching pair of pink sissy panties, stockings and garter belt. I then purchased a lovely pair of 5" white shoes, a blond whig and finally a white slave collar and leash, white wrist and ankle cuffs. I also purchased some things for me, a riding crop, a long rattan cane a couple of paddles, some whips of various sizes, a large pink ball gag and a medium size cage.

I hid all of these things from James. Then one time when he was massaging my back I began telling him how I loved the way he obeyed my every wish and that I would never want to go back to the way our lives were. He then stopped massaging me, I turned my head around and asked, do you have a problem with that? He shyly said no. That's good because you have a lot more to learn about being a slave. I think that your training will begin today.

Do you understand? yes he said. I sat up and slapped his face. You will address me as Goddess or Goddess Laura, is that understood? yes Goddess Laura, he answered. I then told him how silly he looked doing all the chores in his jeans and tee shirt. I ordered him up stairs to "my" bedroom. Once there I ordered him to remove his clothes,I then began to take out his new outfit, the look on his face was priceless.

I'm not wearing that he said. His words said no but his pathetic little erection said yes. I approached him and gently stroked his face and said isn't this what you want, it will be like your story, I then whispered I know you want it. He was shaking now, this I felt was the hardest part of our new life, getting my sissy to admit that he's a sissy. He finally agreed to "give it a try". I began by telling him to put on his panties, I then helped him with his stockings and garter. You look so pretty, don't you feel better wearing you own pretty underwear I said.

Yes goddess was his reply. I then ordered him to turn around and face the corner. It's time for your corset I said, he turned and faced the corner, I began lacing it up, I only tightened it about 3/4 of the way, I didn't want my sissy to be too uncomfortable.... yet. I then put the dress, shoes, whig and finally the collar,and cuffs, I saved the ball gag for later. You look so sexy, it is going to be much more fun to see you doing all of your chores looking like this, don't you agree James... You know, I said you don't look like a James any more I think from now I'll just call you sissy, is that ok with you sissy? Yes goddess was "HER" reply.

Oh! I almost forgot, lets get you seated in front of my mirror so I can put your makeup on. I started with foundation, mascara, dark black eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. You look like quite the slut I said. I think its time to start your training. I stood up and walked to the other side of my bedroom, walk over to me sissy, she trooded over, more like a mule than a proper sissy maid. I can see where your training needs to start, you walk like an animal. I went into my closet and took out the lead, riding crop and cane I held them up so sissy could see them and said you know, to encourage your training.

I attached the leash to her collar and lead her towards the basement. Once in the basement I remove the lead attached a 10' chain to sissy's collar and attached that to a loose piece of rope that was tied to one of the support beams, this would allow sissy to continue walking in circles without having to stop to turn around. I then pinned up the back of her dress and locked her cuffs in front of her, I didn't want anything in the way of her "encouragement".

Walk I ordered, she began walking, or trodding like a mule as before, stop I said, I then walked over an hit her across her bottom with the cane, she began to protest and complain. I looked at her put my hands on my hips and said, you sure are a noisy little slut. I then walked over to the cage, that I covered with a sheet, I pulled the sheet off and asked her, how do you like your new home sissy. I then acted surprised as I reached inside and said, oh isn't this sweet, someones left you a house warming present.

I pulled out the ball gag and walked over to sissy and said open up, she of course did and then I tightly locked it in place. No struggling or fighting, she just let me lock it in place. In fact everything I had done to her up to this point she had just allowed me to do. It was the most pathetic thing I had ever seen, you see, she needed to be "forced" to do this and now that she was bound and gagged, in her little mind she was being forced to act like a girl, even though she had volunteered for all of it, it was really pathetic.

It was now time to get back to her training, once the gag was in place I walked behind her and caned her bottom hard 5 times. All she could manage were a few muffled whimpers. I the said, now pay close attention, I'm going to show you how to walk in heels. You see sissy, take small steps, one foot in front of the other oh! and don't forget to sway your bottom back and forth, I want you to look sexy, you never know who might see you and I want you to be impressive.

Needless to say this put a most fearful look on sissy's face, all I could do was burst out laughing. Walk I ordered, she tried and tried but continued to fail, I could see this was going to take awhile. After about an hour and about 75 smacks with both the cane and crop I decided that I needed a break. I don't know about you sissy, but I sure could use a break. I uncuffed her hands and removed the chain from her collar, I then unpinned her dress and began to straighten out the hem I then whispered into her ear, while reaching under her dress to confirm what I suspected, sissy I said you are so turned on, I mean, I knew that little sluts like you enjoyed this, But I had no idea you could get so wet.

I walked over to her cage and positioned it so that it was facing the corner, I then walked back over to sissy and attached her leash I led her over to the cage swung open the door and said, in you go. She looked puzzled so I explained it to her nicely. Sissy, this is your new home and whenever you are not in training or you're not serving me you are useless to me, so I'm going to lock you in your cage, is that clear? She let out a few muffled responses, I'll take that as "yes goddess".

I then pulled her leash towards the cage and she began to lower herself to her hands and knees, I led her head in and then removed her leash and told her to continue. Once she was in I locked the door closed, just then my phone rang, I answered it was my girlfriend Karen. I sat on sissy's cage while talking. She said, she was feeling down and asked if James would mind if I would go to lunch and a movie with her?

I asked her to hold on, and asked, sissy, Karen would like to know if you would mind if she and I went out to lunch and a movie together? She let out one of her usual muffled responses and I said to Karen she, uh I mean he said that would be fine. In fact he said, that he could use the alone time. We talked a bit more, she was down, her and her boyfriend a split up about a week ago and a girls day out was just what she needed.

I hung up the phone and walked over to sissy, I told her to spread her legs and I then locked both her ankles to the sides of the cage. I did the same with her hands. I then told her not to go away, that I would be back in a few minutes. I left leaving her alone locked in her cage for the first time. I returned in about ten minutes with a bowl of water and bowl of chopped broccoli and lettuce.

I unlocked the top of the cage and removed sissy's gag, she immediately began to protest I calmly walked away picked the crop I stood in front of her tapping the palm of my hand gently until she stopped whining. Sissy, I said now I know that you new life is a big change for you but, it is your new life and you are going to have get used to it. With that I began to whip her bottom extremely hard, after about 20 smacks, she was sobbingly saying sorry Goddess over and over.

Awww that's ok sissy I now you'll learn sooner or later. I picked the bowl of broccoli and lettuce and placed it in front of her and told her to start eating. This was one of those really fun moments for me, you see sissy HATES raw broccoli and could never even swallow lettuce the few times she had tried. I stood over for a few seconds and smacked her bottom very hard. Any time today sissy, she began eating and with a few more smacks managed to eat it all up.

Don't you thank your Goddess for allowing you to eat? Thank you Goddess Laura was her reply, I hope you liked your vegetables because vegetables, water and slim fast are all your allowed to eat from now on. I then place the water bowl in front of her and locked the top of the cage. I need to go get ready for my lunch date I'll be back in 30 minutes or so, finish your water before I'm back. I then went upstairs to get ready as I was putting my makeup on I started thinking about sissy lapping up her water.

I soon found my hands wandering towards my crotch It only took a few minutes and I had the most explosive climax of my life. wheww!! I thought to myself I'll keep the little slut caged all the time, for that!! I returned to the basement after about 40 minutes. I approached sissy and found the water bowl was empty. I told her that she was a good slut, I then leaned down and un locked her wrist cuffs, you know, looking back at this moment I Think I may have mislead the little slut I think she thought I was going to let her out of the cage while I was out. I'm sure she got over it.

I ordered her to put her hands behind her back, I locked them in place and attached the leash, I then refastened the ball gag in place began to close the top of the cage being careful to feed the end of the leash through the bars. Once closed, I pulled on the leash forcing sissy's arms up towards the top of the cage, I then locked them in place I could tell by sissy's muffled whining, that this was really an uncomfortable position for her. I locked the top of the cage and told sissy that I was going to pick up Karen and that she shouldn't wait up for me.

That I was probably going to be home late and that we resume her training in the morning. I put the sheet back over the cage walked up the stairs, shutting off all the lights as I exited, leaving my sissy slave in complete isolated darkness.

Retribution

He stood to attention in front of the three ladies who held his immediate future in their hands. He was old for the shorts, knee length socks and grey shirt that he was wearing but he didn’t feel that way as they slit open the envelope he had handed to them.

They read it frowning, occasionally shooting sharp glances at him and pointing out passages to each other. Finally the punishment mistress folded the letter and returned it to its envelope. “So,” she said, ‘you’ve been sent here again. It seems you never learn. Or perhaps you like being given a sore bottom. Do you?”

“ No, Miss,” he muttered.

“ Speak up, I didn’t hear you”.

“ No,” he said more loudly.

“ I think you must do. Perhaps we have been too kind in the past. We must put that right this time. Your mistress said she had to punish you three days ago. Is that right?”

“ Yes,” his voice was soft again, then he repeated the word more loudly.

“ And that was for breach of rules was it? What did you get?”

“ A slippering; 25 strokes”.

“ Hmm, A slipper can be very effective, but it seems you need more than that. Does your mistress ever cane you?”

“ Sometimes”.

“ How many strokes?”

Twelve usually; sometimes more.”

“ And that still hasn’t mended your manners. We’ll have to go to the next level, I think. Do you know what that is?” He shook his head.

“ I think you’re going to find out tomorrow. And it won’t be 12 strokes. It will be much more. I think you can go to bed how and think about the behaviour that has led you here. Tomorrow morning, the senior nurse will examine you thoroughly and unless she finds any reason otherwise you will be placed over that horse”, she pointed to the corner, “and birched until you think your bottom is on fire.

“ Once you are in bed it will be lights out. And just remember, if you misbehave in any way you will be punished tonight and it will not count against tomorrow’s punishment.”

IN the narrow bed sleep would not come. Instead he saw visions of himself helpless across the horse as stroke after stroke landed on his bottom. Time crawled by but he could not check his watch because it had been confiscated. He might have been in bed half-an-hour or three hours and he could hear the television playing downstairs. The emptiness of time was agony and he wondered if he dared risk putting the light on and reading the book he had brought just to take his mind off what was to happen in the morning.

Eventually he heard the ladies turn off the television and climb the stairs to their room. He shut his eyes and pretended to sleep. The door knob turned and he sensed somebody in the room. Then it closed again and he heard preparations for bed in other bedrooms.

More time dragged by. Surely the ladies must be asleep. He needed the lavatory and perhaps he could hear whether they were sleeping. On his way back he placed his ear against the doors. No sound except for deep breathing. Still, he turned his light out and again pretended to sleep. Eventually he thought it must be safe, turned the light on and got out a book. Perhaps half-an-hour elapsed when he heard a noise. Swiftly he turned out the light but the door opened and one of the younger ladies stood framed in the door. And was that a cane in her hand? It was.

“ Don’t bother to pretend,” she said calmly. She picked up his book….”or can you read in the dark? Turn over on your stomach.” He felt the blankets drawn back, then the pause before the first stroke fell. “Only six,” she said. “We don’t want to spoil you for tomorrow, do we?” After finishing she withdrew, turning the light out. He heard her using the lavatory and the toilet flush. His fingers explored the welts on his bottom. And that had been no more than a taste of what was to come.

In the morning he was awoken and ordered to shower and dress. He was watched by a young woman in nurse uniform who carried a short strap on her belt. When he tried to conceal his nakedness she said crisply, “Don’t bother with that. I’ve seen it all before. If you’re ready come down stairs”. They went into the same room as at the interview, only this time the punishment horse was in the middle of the floor. The elder woman passed over his mistress’s letter. “Read that aloud,” she commanded.

In a trembling voice he did as he was bidden. The litany of crimes seemed endless. Rudeness, idleness, dishonesty, dirtiness, failure to do chores, failure to obey rules, crimes of commission and omission, punishments administered, punishments evaded. It seemed she had forgotten nothing. Eventually he finished. There was a silence.

Then:

“ You have been sent here because your mistress seems to feel she cannot deal with you herself. She is at the end of her tether. She has caned you, slippered you, spanked you, made you write lines, withheld your pocket money, grounded you and employed every other inducement she can to make you behave, including bribery. None of these has worked.

“ Well, I can tell you that she may feel that she has reached the limit, but we haven’t even started. You will receive 60 strokes of the birch in groups of 12, and maybe more if we feel it is necessary. Do you have anything to say?”

He felt his knees giving way. “60 strokes?” he queried. “Oh, please!”

“ Ah, ‘please’. He has found some manners and we haven’t even started. Nurse, take him upstairs and examine him properly. Make sure he is clean and check that he is fit to undergo punishment. Bring him down in 20 minutes.”

Nurse took him by the arm and led him back to the bathroom. “Strip,” she ordered. When he was naked he was ordered to kneel in the bath with his bottom well in the air. Nurse examined the marks on his bottom from the previous night. “So you’ve misbehaved already. What a silly boy you are. Spread your legs as much as you can.” He felt his cheeks being parted and a tube being slipped into his anus. Warm water was pumped in; the sensation was not unpleasant but when the tube was slipped out he was overcome by an urge for the toilet. “Get up. And I told you before, take your hands away. Now go to the toilet.”

He had no control over his bowels but he was crimson as she watched him coolly. When he had finished she ordered him back to the bath. Twice more he received the treatment. Then nurse took his pulse, listened to his heart through a stethoscope and checked his blood pressure. “Dress,” she ordered.

Back in the ladies room his eyes fell on four birches. “Fit to undergo punishment,” said the nurse crisply.

“ Very good. Trousers down,” said the punishment mistress. “Over the horse please.”

The punishment horse had a kneeling pad half way down the legs. The nurse guided him on to it then stretched him over the broad back of the horse. His hands were tied together and he was stretched until they could be slipped over a protuberance like the pommel of a saddle. He realised that it didn’t matter; he couldn’t use them to protect himself. His shirt tail was raised as far as possible and a broad strap passed across his back and latched on either side of the horse before attention moved to his rear end. His underpants were slid down to just above his knees. Low voices instructed him to move this way or that and cool hands inserted themselves between his thighs and guided them apart. Straps were fixed round each thigh separately, the hands brushing his genitals. It would have been supremely humiliating had he not realised that within minutes humiliation would be the least of his troubles.

The nurse said: “He’s ready” and out of the corner of his eye he saw hands reaching out for the birches. The elder woman then spoke: “You know you have been sent here for severe punishment. You have been sentenced to 60 strokes of the birch and this punishment will now be carried out. Ladies, are you ready?” There were murmurs of assent and he felt the roughness of one birch against his left cheek, then the other against the right. There was one woman on each side. they tapped him a few times until they were sure of their range, then they waited.

The order was given. “Nurse, count the strokes out loud. Carry out the punishment ladies”.

The first strokes took his breath away, then he met each new one with a half suppressed gasp. He heard the nurse’s count and at first tried to relate it to how many more were to come then he gave up.

After each dozen strokes there was a short pause before the flogging resumed. After the first dozen he could no longer hold still, his bottom and thighs straining against his bonds. Twice the punishment mistress curtly told him to be still unless he wanted extra strokes. One of the women, the larger of the two, flogged in steady sweeps. The smaller in short vicious strokes sometimes jumping off the ground in her efforts to obtain maximum effect. Each stroke was given alternately at the rate of about one every ten seconds..

At 30 strokes the nurse moved in and listened to him with her stethoscope while he prayed she would give word for the punishment to stop but all she said was: “Carry on,” and continued the count.

During another pause the nurse said: “Hold on a minute, please.” She examined his left cheek closely before placing a plaster. He must have been cut; surely now they would stop? They didn’t. The punishment resumed until the full measure had been given. Again the nurse checked him over and passed him fit. Was it his imagination, or did he hear a note of satisfaction in her voice. The senior lady told him he would now be given time to recover himself, and the women left the room. He panted and felt his racing pulse slow down. Beads of sweat fell on the leather of the horse.

When the women returned the punishment mistress said: “I am glad it was not necessary to administer additional strokes although it came close to it. You now know that when you are sent here for punishment we give your mistress value for money. You will now be released and you may go to your room and stay there until lunchtime. After lunch you will be given chores of the type you seem to find so distasteful. You will be expected to perform them well. If you don’t there will be more punishment. Release him, ladies.”

The bonds were released and he was helped to his feet, His knees were like jelly. He pulled up his pants, wincing as they passed over his scorched cheeks. He gathered up his trousers.

“ Before you go, what do you say to these ladies who have devoted themselves to improving you?”

It flitted through his mind as to what he wanted to say, but he muttered, “Thank you for punishing me”. The senior lady dismissed him with a nod and he climbed the stairs slowly and shut his bedroom door behind him.

Taking down his pants he looked at his bottom in the mirror. It was deep scarlet with a tracery of lines and pin-pricks of blood. He threw himself face down on the bed and let the palms of his hand slide across the injured area, When he got home, his mistress would want to look at his bottom and a smile would cross her face. But there was still a day of chores before that could happen and he now knew that the senior lady meant every word she had said.

The door opened softly and he looked up to see the nurse with a pot of ointment in her hand. “Stay where you are,” she said gently. “You will see we have a forgiving nature after punishment is over. Now, let’s see what we can do about that bottom of yours.”
sent in by Smartin' Martin


                                                                               Dear Jane ...
Dear Jane,

You have asked me what I think you are doing wrong in your efforts to impose home discipline on your partner. After listening carefully to what you had to say I think I have the answer.
Consistency is the key to home discipline, On previous occasions you have, on my advice, tried corporal punishment. The problem is you weren’t consistent. Jonathan never knows what reaction to expect when he behaves badly so, on the basis that he would probably get away with it, he doesn’t modify his behaviour.
My husband was once like that until I told him that I would not put up with his behaviour any longer and he would either conform to my rules and accept my punishments or I would seek a divorce on the grounds of his unreasonable behaviour. It didn’t take him long to choose the first option.
I set out rules, ending up with an all-purpose ‘Such behaviour as I deem unacceptable’ and a list of punishments, ranging from reprimand, extra chores, being grounded on his usual night out with the boys, going on to spanking by hand or slipper, the strap, cane or birch. As time passed I added other elements. Each punishment carries points, one for a reprimand, two for chores, three for being grounded, four for spanking, one point per stroke for strap or cane. On Friday night the week’s score are totalled and if it exceeds 24 next day he has to go to woods near our house and gather together twigs for a birch or birches. He makes them up and leave them to soak in a tin bath until Sunday morning when I administer one stroke for each point scored during the week. If that score adds up to more than 40, the punishment is split, half in the morning, half in the evening.
Once these rules were set up I carried them out consistently. Martin knows that if I discover that he has breached rules he will be punished. It doesn’t meant that he never tries it on, far from it, but he can’t say that he wasn’t warned. Part of that consistency is to administer the punishment at the first opportunity. Of course, I might vary severity, from mild if the cause seems to be just thoughtlessness, to severe if it seems like a deliberate breach of rules.
As it happened, it is not long since that I gave him the biggest thrashing he has ever received and it might be instructive to you.
It had all started on Tuesday a week ago. I was preparing the dinner party at which you and Jonathan were among the guests. I had given Martin a list of items I needed and told him to get back early with them. In fact he was late and had only half of what I wanted, having lost the list. This really made me angry and I told him he would get six strokes of the cane. Instead of accepting it he appealed against sentence. Now I allow this with the proviso that if the appeal fails the sentence is doubled and pointed out that he already had a reprimand and extra chores. He came out with a cock-and-bull story which I easily tore to shreds and then I smelled his breath and there was definitely alcohol. That settled it. I told him his punishment would be doubled to 12 strokes and that would mean he had 15 points towards a birching. I didn’t have time to deal with him then as I had to work out what to do to save the dinner but the caning would be administered after dinner.
I think we all enjoyed the dinner but I admit I smiled to myself when one of the guests spoke enviously about my relationship with Martin. Had she but realised it, his evening was to end with him bent across a desk while my cane striped his bare bottom..
For the next few days he was well-behaved and it was not until Friday that the balloon went up. We were opening our post over breakfast when I found an official-looking envelope with my name on it. I opened it and found it was a notification for a traffic violation. Apparently I had jumped some traffic lights in town and would have to pay a fine and have points on my licence. I couldn’t remember doing so but there it was, a picture of my car’s number plate and details of the offence and the date. I must have exclaimed, because Martin reached over to see it. While he was looking at it I suddenly thought: ‘But I didn’t use the car on that date. It was a week of fine weather and I had cycled to school where I taught every day, relishing the exercise. I looked over at Martin and the expression on his face told me all. ‘Was it you?’ I asked. Shamefacedly he nodded and said that he car had not started that day and as he was in a hurry he had used my car.
I had no time to deal with him then but told him we would discuss the matter that evening and unless he had a very good excuse could expect to spend part of Saturday preparing a birch for Sunday. Meanwhile, he could let the police know that it was he who had been driving the car and he could pay the fine and get the points.
He was home earlier than usual, for Friday was his usual night out with the boys, and he was looking distinctly nervous. I made supper then called him to my office to talk about his behaviour. It was only then that the full story came out. He said that while he could pay the fine, if he collected the points he would be banned from driving because he already had nine on his licence. This was news to me. The last I had heard he had six and I had caned him thoroughly for that. It meant he had been keeping something secret from me.
He then pointed out that if he lost his licence, he would lose his job which depended on him being able to drive. If that happened we would not be able to pay for the cottage we had just bought in the country. He pleaded with me to accept the points.
It was then that another thought occurred to me: had he notified our insurers that he was driving. He had such a bad record (it was the original reason for punishing him) that he was barred from driving my car without notifying the insurers. It added yet another crime to the litany.
I told him to go away while I decided on his punishments. Driving my car without permission, failing to inform the insurers (which meant driving while uninsured), jumping lights, causing me to have to accept the points on a licence which had never previously been sullied. It seemed the least he could expect for any of these was 12 strokes and I could see no reason to hold back.
To be fair, he did not try to argue when I told him his punishment. I ordered him to go to our bedroom and change into pyjamas to await his appointment with justice. And for once I had no intention of making it a quick punishment. As I settled down to watch a documentary on television I could hear him moving around the bedroom. I knew he was wishing the punishment was over.
In due course I went up to my office to make preparations. I cleared a long table of paperwork and got from my cupboard some Velcro straps, a school cane, the reform cane – my severest, what some people call a ‘dragon’ and a tawse and a short black strap. I laid them on the table and put a heavy dining chair at each end with its back against the table edge. A cushion over the rail of one of the chairs with the other on the table completed the preparations. and I left my office. He was standing at the door to our bedroom, downcast and asked: ‘Are you going to deal with me now?’ I snapped: ‘I’ll deal with you soon enough. Go to bed.’
I knew he was still awake which I went up at midnight because I heard no deep breathing, but still I ignored him. I had a bath then went to my office, picked up the school cane and went to another bedroom and got ready for bed. Before turning out the lights I put the alarm on for three am and put it under the pillow so it wouldn’t wake him up, and settled down to sleep.
When the alarm went off, I took a shower and changed into my favourite school clothes, a dark pleated skirt and white blouse, loose-fitting to allow plenty of room for movement. I hesitated over whether to put on knickers and stockings, but decided that it would make me feel more empowered to do so. Picking up the cane I went silently to his door and opened it quietly. He was sound asleep. I went to the bed and pinched his earlobe. He awoke silently as I switched on the bedside light. He took in the sight which stood before him. His wife standing sternly by his bed with a cane in her hand. He groaned slightly and clambered out of bed. I told him to follow me and went to my study. His gaze took in the Velcro straps and the tawse, the reform cane and the black strap.
I told him to stand by my desk while I took him through all the offences and asked him if he had anything to say. He shook his head. I then said: ‘I am going to punish you very severely. It will hurt very much. Take off your dressing gown, go over to the table and take up your position and remember, I want you fully stretched out.’
Meekly, he did as he was told, placing one of the cushions under his hips. Using the Velcro straps, I strapped his wrists securely to the back of the chair at one end of the table, then drew the longer ones round his thighs and fastened them to the back of the other dining chair. The other cushion I put under his head so that when he needed to cry into it he could do so. Then I drew down his pyjamas to expose his bottom.

I had decided on school cane first then two sessions with the tawse then the final caning. I wanted him to feel the sharp agony of the cane first. He craned his neck to see me pick it up and I ordered him to look to his front. I swished the cane in the air a few times then tapped his bottom before drawing back for the first stroke. He bucked and reared against his bonds as the cane bit. I waited until his gasps ceased before tapping for the second stroke.
Taking care to keep the strokes horizontal for the desired tramlines effect I dealt with his bottom with all the thoroughness of years of experience, both as teacher and home disciplinarian, allowed. Long before the 12 were finished his face was buried into the pillow to muffle his cries of pain.
After this caning was finished I lectured him on his behaviour as much to give him a few minutes to recover his equilibrium as to demonstrate his faults of which he was by now only too aware. Then it was the turn of the tawse, a finely-tooled three-fingered example of the Scottish leather-maker’s art. Using more than one instrument is good because it means the recipient’s body bottom feels more than one level and type of pain. When I use the tawse I hold the business end back with one hand, the other being on the handle. I start the stroke with both hands together then release the business end to land with a thwack on the bottom.
I do not hurry to get a punishment over. A stroke every ten seconds or so with a short rest at say four and eight makes each section of the punishment last about five minutes. With a ten minute gap between each punishment it stretches the affair out for a satisfactory 50 minutes. By the end of the tawsing his bottom was a dark crimson, crossed with blue from the strokes of the cane. Next it would be the turn of the black strap.
If you had to choose which of my instruments you would prefer to be punished with you would probably go for that strap, but it would be a mistake. I don’t know what makes it so effective, but effective it is, with a full-blooded sting guaranteed to make the hardiest bottom dance. And I can assure you I laid it on hard. In the short rest after each four Martin’s groans and gasps said as much.
Then it was the turn of the reform cane. I call it that because it is the type of cane that was used in reform schools to deter the real young villains. I once tried it on my own bottom, aiming with the help of the mirror, and phew! I knew its worth. And so does Martin.
I gave him his dozen and sat at my desk while he recovered. Then I said: ‘I have realised you are due another punishment, for a traffic offence you did not tell me about. I am not going to administer it now but I will be punishing you for that next week.’ You see, I didn’t want him thinking he had got away with anything.
I untied him, told him to rearrange himself then go to bed. I stayed in the spare room.
Next morning I reminded him of the need to get twigs enough for two birchings. He was owed 48 for the driving offences and he had already incurred another 15 points before then a total of 63. It might be better to get enough twigs for three birches, I said. If I didn’t use all of them one could wait until the next week as with 12 strokes to start with I thought it unlikely he would get away without a birching.
Collecting the twigs and making the birches took him all morning. He brought them to me for inspection and I told him to add another two twigs to one of them before putting them in water to soak. Then I told him to write an essay about his behaviour and its consequences and bring it to me before going to bed.
Sunday birchings run to a pattern, At 9 am I heard his alarm ring. He got up had a shower, made me breakfast and brought my newspaper, before running my bath. Then he had his own breakfast, if he fancied it and I suspected that that morning he might not. The he had to get the birches, shake off the moisture, take them to my office and law them on my desk before setting up the table as described earlier. Finally he stood outside my office, face to the wall with his hands on his head until I was ready to deal with him, usually at about 10-30.
Once out of the bath I got dressed, peeking out to ensure that he was standing in the prescribed position. Sometimes he didn’t and got extra strokes as a result but this time he didn’t seem inclined to take risks. When ready I marched to my office to ensure that everything was as it should be, then called him in. The ritual of positioning him was carrired out, then I pulled down his pyjamas to reveal his well-thrashed bottom. I have to say I had done a pretty brilliant job.
Just the touch of the birch against his bottom was enough to make him flinch. Thirty-two strokes I told him and carried out the beating. By the end of it, he could scarcely stand and certainly did not want to sit for Sunday lunch. I decided to get the second birching over early but I had to threaten him with more punishment before he would take up his position. This time I decided to make the birching swift, as I had once been shown by a nun who deal with discipline at a local convent school. I administered the 31 strokes in a constant stream with Martin bucking and straining against his bonds. Then it was over. I put a lotion on his poor bruised bottom, un did his bonds and left him to get up in his own time.
His last chore was to sweep up the twigs that had flown off the birches and put them in the dustbin. I waited for him in the bedroom until he had finished. When he came in I got off the bed and kissed him, wrapping him in my arms and crying with him. I told him I had not wanted to thrash him so severely but he surely realised that he had to be punished. Then we fell on the bed, I raised my skirt and took off my knickers and we had the most wonderful love-making session.
I didn’t bother to remind him that he still had a dozen to come. Consistency, you see.
Hope this helps you.
Love,
Veronica

                                                                                    Sent in by Smartin' Martin

A STORY OF DISCIPLINE
By AL

This story is about a young man who needs training to teach him to respect a woman at all times. He is sent to a very severe Mistress who agrees to teach him in a very strict manner.
He is told that all his punishments will be delivered with him across his Mistress’ knee. A daily spanking every morning as well as a whipping every afternoon, in addition to a birching once per month, will teach him to respect women, and his Mistress will not allow the training period to be more than three months.
She has told him that if he does not learn his many lessons in that period, he will be soundly spanked with a large wooden hairbrush three times every day for a minimum of six months. She knows that he will learn in the proper time frame or else he will be a very, very sorry young man.
His first lesson with Her is a simple hand spanking on his bare bottom while he is face down across Her knee. She gives him twenty five spanks on one cheek, followed by another twenty five on his other cheek. They really sting and he starts to cry from the painful smacks She is delivering to him. “OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,” he cries. “That really hurts. Not so hard.” She pays no attention to him whatsoever, saying, “That is nothing. I am just getting started and you will soon feel what a real honest to goodness spanking is all about. This is just a simple warm up for what you have coming. I intend to use my leather paddle this afternoon so what you are feeling now is nothing compared to what you will feel later”.

She continued his spanking and he kept on crying and begging Her to ease up but to no avail. “OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,” he cried getting louder and louder with every smack of her hand. “I am going to teach you to show proper respect to all women at all times. You will be chastised daily until you learn. I am going to give you one hundred spanks right now with just my bare right hand and you will accept every one and after I am finished, you will thank Me for being strict. You will also ask Me to repeat this spanking again and again if I think you need it,” She informed him in a very strict tone of voice.
When this spanking was over, She said to him,” Now what do you have to say for yourself you naughty little man?” He just looked at Her and said, “I do not want anymore spankings and will not accept any more and if You do not like it, then You can go to hell.” She was furious and said to him,” How dare you speak to me like that and in that tone of voice? You have just earned yourself a whipping with My leather paddle which is four inches wide and has twenty holes drilled in it. You are hereby sentenced to receive fifty lashes for your disobedience to Me, and fifty more for your foul language. Remove your pants immediately and place yourself over My knee.” He said, “No damn it I will not”. She grabbed his ear and led him over to Her spanking chair, and as soon as She sat down, She yanked him across Her knees so fast that he didn’t know what was going on. That is, until he felt the first lash of her paddle. Then he yelled out in a very loud voice, “OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW, THAT HURTS SOMETHING AWFUL. Stop stop stop.” She looked at his bare bottom and noticed that Her paddle was doing it’s job because his bottom was very, very red and sore. She decided to continue because he was going to learn that when you talk to a lady, especially a Mistress, you watch what you say as well as how you say it.
After She had administered the promised whipping to both cheeks, She said to him, “This afternoon at 3:00PM exactly you are going once more over My knee only this time I will be wearing trousers which means that you will be whipped with My paddle twenty lashes over each knee position for a total of one hundred twenty. That is because I have six knee positions and you are going to be punished and also humiliated, because I have invited two ladies to witness your whipping, and they are very anxious to see your bare bottom. I also told them they could punish you if it pleased them and of course it did very much.
That afternoon just shortly before 3:00 PM, the doorbell rang and when the Mistress opened it, She was happy to see Her two friends that She had invited to witness the naughty boy’s punishment and also take an active part in it. She invited them in and they went in to the punishment room where the spanking chair and all the various implements were kept ready for instant use by the Mistress.
She called Her bad boy and ordered him to report to the punishment room instantly. He did not want to, but remembering what had happened to him that very morning for disobeying Her, he figured that he better do as he was told at least for now. When he entered the room She said to him, “Robert, I want you to meet two of My friends who are happy to be witnesses to your discipline this afternoon, and who are also going to take a very active part. This is Miss Johnson and this is Miss O”Brien. Both of these ladies are very anxious to get you over their knees for a good tanning.
By the way, the Mistress is addressed as Mistress Lansing. She called Her young naughty boy over and said to him, “Robert, remove your trousers and pants, and place your bare bottom straight across My left knee for your first whipping. He obeyed Her immediately and She raised Her paddle high up and brought it down hard across both his bare bottom cheeks. “OW,OW,OW,” he yelled out as the painful paddle whipped his sore, red bottom. “As I told you this morning, you will receive twenty lashes over each of My six knee positions for a total of one hundred twenty. Then Miss Johnson will punish you after which Miss O”Brien will do likewise. They will choose what implements to use and have My permission to do so regardless of what they choose.”
Miss Johnson spoke up and said to Mistress Lansing, “Karen, what do You mean by six positions, I have never heard of it before?” Karen answered saying, “Whenever I wear trousers and I punish a naughty boy or girl, I use My knee positions as an added punishment and also for extra humiliation. By putting him across My knees six times instead of only once, it increases his humiliation, especially when a female audience is present as is today. Each knee has two positions, over facing left and over facing right. Then both knees together also have the same, ie facing left or right. This is a very excellent way to punish naughty boys and girls and I use it quite often. This morning Robert was over My skirted knees and received his spanking once. I decided that since there was no one else present at that time, I would wear My skirt until after lunch when I changed into My trousers.
Both of you ladies are wearing dresses today so you will not be able to try out the six positions, however, I am certain that when you visit again which I hope will be next week, that you will wear trousers even jeans if that pleases you. With jeans, the minimum punishment is two trips across each knee position. That is because most men hate jeans on women and so it is only right that they be made to suffer punishment over said jeans for extra doses of the strap. I only allow leather to be used on bare bottoms while across My jeans. Does that explain it to both you ladies?” Miss Johnson spoke up saying, “Yes it certainly does Karen and thank you very much. I can’t wait to try out those positions as quickly as possible.” Miss O”Brien said the very same thing. “Thank you for inviting us again next week and we will both wear trousers,” said Miss Johnson.
Now it was time for Robert’s first whipping. He was ordered across his Mistress’ left knee and received twenty lashes of Her paddle as was promised.”OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,OW,THAT STINGS SO MUCH PLEASE STOP,” CRIED Robert. But his Mistress had no intention of stopping until he had been across all six knee positions and had received his total whipping.
“That was simply marvelous,” exclaimed both ladies together after the punishment was finished. Both of them said that they would definitely return next week to participate in further punishment of that very naughty boy.
Karen said to both ladies, “Girls, I know that by raising your skirts up slightly, you could put a person across one knee, but unless it is two married people, I advise against it. One reason is that a married couple can see anything and everything but that should not be the case under other circumstances. Also, wearing trousers is much better because you can teach the naughty person to respect the lady’s pants and show it by making him kiss each knee several times. I will demonstrate that procedure in just a few moments when I make Robert kiss My trousers properly. I could have given him his whipping across both My knees together, but I wanted to increase his humiliation greatly which I am sure that I did. What do you two think?” She asked Her guests happily. Both ladies answered together saying, “It is simply wonderful and we know that his humiliation was much greater than it would have been had he been over Your knee only once.”
“Well ladies, it is time for both of you to administer punishment to naughty boy Robert. Robert get over her and before you are over Miss Johnson’s knee, kneel before Me and kiss My right trouser covered knee one hundred times. Then you will kiss My left knee also one hundred times. Then still kneeling you will kiss my paddle three hundred times on each side. After that, you will place your bare bottom over Miss Johnson’s knee for whatever she has in mind for you today,” said Miss Lansing.
Robert crossed over to where his Mistress was sitting and knelt before Her kissing Her trouser covered knees as ordered. It is lucky for him that he did it correctly and thus avoided extra punishment from Miss Lansing. Then he kissed Her paddle as ordered and then went over to Miss Johnson and put his bare bottom across her knee. She opened her handbag and withdrew a short willow switch about fifteen inches long. She raised it up high and brought it down with force across both his cheeks. He let a yell out of him that could be heard for quite a distance. But his Mistress’ home was in a secluded and very private location so no other person would hear his cries of pain. Miss Johnson administered twenty five with her switch and she was certain that Robert would remember that whipping for quite some time. He was then told to report to Miss O”Brien’s knee for the final punishment for the afternoon.
Over her knee he went and saw her reach into her handbag and withdraw a short handled riding crop. She told him he was to receive twenty lashes as a well deserved horsewhipping. He took them because he had no other choice and was being watched very closely by his Mistress. When it was over she told him to get up from her knee and report to his Mistress once again.
Karen said to Her two friends,” Ladies, please watch how I make him show respect to My shoes. Robert, come over here to Me and lay down on the floor on your back with your mouth under My shoes. My right knee is crossed over My left and you are to open your mouth to allow Me to put My heel into said mouth for which you are to kiss and lick it for fifteen minutes until I tell you to stop. Do you understand My new order to you bad boy?” He looked up and said to her,” Yes Mistress I understand but I will not do it.” She said to him, ”Either you obey Me immediately or you are going back across My knee another six times followed by three trips across My friend’s knees. What is it going to be?” He answered by lying on his back with his head under Her heels as ordered. She told him to put Her heel in his mouth and obey her instructions. He did and fifteen minutes later his mouth was entering Her left heel for the same treatment.
Karen told Her friends that She wears different heel heights and will continue to do so they range from 2 inches up to 6 inches and every size in between. He will be spanked over whatever heel She chooses to wear regardless of whether he likes it or not. For today Her heels were 3 inches but would be different next time.
Both ladies thought that was terrific and decided to try it out on the next person who was over their knees. The ladies took leave and promised to return at the same time on the same day the following week for more fun and enjoyment.
Miss Lansing told Robert to go to the room She had assigned him and lay down on his stomach for the remainder of the afternoon until called for supper. This he did and was glad to get away from the paddles, straps, switches, and tawses that were always present in his Mistress’ punishment room.
So Miss Lansing continued Robert’s punishment daily as She had promised and before too long She discovered that Robert was starting to behave himself much to Her liking. But this did not prevent spankings every day and whippings every afternoon because she knew that as long as he knew what to expect, he would be much more obedient to Her rules. He was for sure.
At the beginning of the following month, he was told to prepare for his first birching which would take place in the punishment room in front of both Miss Johnson and Miss O’Brien. He would be birched across his Mistress’ trousers in all six positions. Then he would be subject to a second birching across Miss Johnson’s jodhpurs for another six. Finally, he would face Miss O’Brien’s jeans for twelve trips across her knees. He would have to visit each knee position twice without any complaints whatsoever, or suffer another trip over Miss Lansing’s jeans which She would change into for that purpose only. The birch was a typical one with six branches tied tightly together to form the proper implement for that severe whipping. By the time his birching was over, Robert knew that he would be obeying women for the rest of his life. In fact, he found a young lady who seemed attracted to him as he was to her and they started dating.
After a few dates he asked her if she would consider spanking him and she said that she was glad he mentioned it since she was looking forward to doing just that from the first time they met. So on their next date she invited him up to her apartment and since it was away from all the others and was located in a secluded section of town, she said she would spank him soundly the first time so that he would know exactly what to expect on a regular basis. So he was bare bottomed across her knee for a good licking with her large wooden hairbrush.
In the meantime, his Mistress was keeping a close eye on him and his activities. She knew everything that was going on and in fact had given his girlfriend some very good pointers about spankings which she was glad to get and use instantly.
So one day both Robert and his girl showed up at Miss Lansing’s home and after sitting and talking for a few moments Robert said to his Mistress, “Mistress Lansing will You please put me across your knee and give me a good whipping?” His Mistress looked at him and then at his girl who said, “Yes Miss Lansing, please do it and make it sting so that he will never forget this session.” Miss Lansing ordered him across Her skirted knees and told him he was in for a sound birching. He said, “Please Mistress, please change into your jeans and make my birching a lasting punishment from across Your lovely knees.” Miss Lansing was very surprised but She agreed instantly and left the room to change.
In a few minutes She returned and Robert immediately went across Her left knee for the beginning of his severest whipping which he wanted and said that he deserved it to which his girl heartily agreed. So the birching began and because of the severity of the birch, each trip over the knee was only five lashes. Making the total sixty. Each position was used twice so that is why it came to that number.
Miss Lansing was finally convinced that Robert had learned his lessons very well and would be respectful to all women for the rest of his life. He married his girl and she spanked him every day of their life together which was a very long time.

THE END

In my school we were treated to a movie about every 5 or 6 weeks. No entertainment, but educational. The room had a projector, a movie canvas, a desk and window blinds. The blinds did not go up and down electrically but by hand with a handle and a cogwheel. The cogwheel had a safety device, and when the safety was removed the blinds could be rolled down. What a few guys had in mind was this: Remove the safety and put a stick under the handle to prevent it from crashing down. One kick with the foot against the stick and exactly this would happen. There were 3 rows of benches (two to a bench) each row had 5 benches, so the class could accomodate 30 pupils. We were about 24 or 26, all 12 or 13 years old. The stick would have to be kicked by the kid on the first row on the window side. It was his idea anyway and he was kind of trouble maker, not a month went by that he didnt get the cane - but we all thought what fun we would have to fool the teacher. When he entered the room we all had to stand up until he told us to sit down. So, when he entered we all stood up and at the same moment the stick was kicked away and the blinds came crashing down. It was complete darkness and what a pandemonium went on. Screaming, whistling, shouting and all kind of things were flying in the direction of the teacher; Pencils, Erasers, etc. He was shouting "Light, Light". Some boy turned the lights on after about 2 minutes. The teacher slapped his face immediately. He patted his jacket and trouser pockets, like he was searching for keys. Without a word he left the room. Where did he go? Would he get the prinipal maybe. No, he didn't. After about 5 minutes he came back - he went to get a cane. It was a thin one, about 8mm and 35 to 36 in. long. I wondered what he was up to - he can't cane the whole class. Everything was quiet now. He said "everyone was involved in this behaviour and I will punish the whole class - especially the one who started this mess, and when I am finished you can forget about a movie, it will be Geography. Two minutes later he knew who it was, it wasn't hard to find out. His name was Bresske. "you Bresske, come forward, I got a reward for you" and when he said it he swished his cane thru the air. When I heard that sound I involutarily clenched my buttocks.

He took him behind the desk so that he had to face the class. He knew what was coming and he even had a smirk on his face as he laid his upper body over the desk. But that was too fast for the teacher. He said "stand up and lower your pants please" He got up again opened his belt and now his buttocks were exposed as he leaned over the desk again. "You get 6, because thats all I am allowed to give you". He didn't ask him if he was ready, he moved behind him and put his left hand on the small of his back and when the first stroke landed I could hear by the sound that it was naked flesh, not fabric. About every 3 seconds the cane found its target. After the fourth he he let an "ow" out and afrer the fifth and sixth it was 3
"ows" in the row and his smirk was gone, but he didn't cry. "Put on your pants, go to your seat and don't let me catch you with anything - and for the rest of you every one of you will reveive 3 strokes with no expetion. I was on the 3rd row, but not on the window side. The boy on the first row, which was the desk neighbor of the one who just got caned was next in line. I could see was would be in store for me. He didn't have to go over the desk - the teacher stood in front of the center row. When he got there, the teacher said "this goes for everybody, so I don't have to tell the same over and over again, knees bent, both hands on the knee and stick your rear end out" he told him the position he wanted him in, and when he finally was satisfied with the position he was in he said "see him thats the way I want to see everybody". Then he put his left hand on the top of his trousers and pulled them tight, and then he got his three in about 3 or 4 seconds intervall. Then the second row was next, and I have to say it was quiet in the class, you could hear a pin drop. Later this changed - a lot of quiet sobbing went on. Then it was the 3rd row, my buddy and me both went, nobody knew who would be first. It turned out it was me he selected to be first. I did what was demonstrated before, bent my knees stick my cheeks out and put both hands on my knees. He said "good boy, stay like that" Then I felt his hand to pull the top of my pants so tight, it almost hurt my crotch. It was summer and I wore thin pants and the cane felt like I had nothing on. One, and Two and Three and I was done. I remember on the way back to my bench I had to swallow hard three or four times, maybe to suppress the tears. I don't remember my buddy coming back or anybody from my row, I was too occupied with the burning on my buttocks and I was afraid even to look up. When he was to about at the third row of the middle row I had my composure back, because I remember one boy who had very short pants on, his name was Max Lang and he had very prominent buttock cheeks, because he was little and fat. As he bent over and the teacher pulled his little pants tight, the lower part of his buttocks were visible, and at least one stroke landed on that part. He let out three loud yelps after each stroke. And so it went on until all 24 or 26 of us had a taste of the cane - some took it in stride, and some cried bitterly, some even before the cane found its target. The rest of the hour was Geography, and three boys got the cane again (two strokes). One ot them was the kid with the fat butt cheeks. The teacher asked him on how many countries Italy borders. He said on Austria and Switzerland. "Allright Max, come forward, you sure its Austria and Switzerland" He said I think so. He picked his cane up and said "well, then I give you something to think about, take the same position because Italy also borders on Yougoslavia" He started to mumble and cry a little as he bent over slightly. "Deeper, deeper Max, you know what to do". I watched intensely and as he pulled his short pants tight, because his rear end was facing me and the lower part of his buttocks came into view again, and I saw one red streak across it, from the original caning. I am not ashamed to say that I became sexually exited by what I saw. I was always afraid to get caned, but to see some one else get it was sometimes exiting and some times scary. When I had the choice to get it on the hands or on the back I always choose the buttocks. It looks like that they are made for that purpose with 3 or 4 in. of flesh and fat on it.

To Whom It May Concern
I read some of your stories, but apparently they are almost all fictitious. I spent 8 years in public school in the late 30's and middle 40's in Germany. I was caned and spanked about 6 or 7 times in that period, and I was not a rowdy student. Not a week went by that someone got caned. The cane belonged to the class room like books, every class had one or two. By the time I was eight, in my 3rd year in school I think almost every class mate made got it one way or the other. I was the exception. I witnessed boys getting caned or spanked and I was at my best behaviour. But that came to a sudden end when we had to return my Essay book. The teacher even commended me for a good story and no mistakes, but I know now that he had me singled out, since I was one of the few he hadn't caned yet. While I was standing next to him he objected to my book. Turning every page he pointed out ink spots and fat marks and bend pages. During all his objections he reached under my pants and rubbed one of my buttocks. That probably got him in the mood, and he said "I think I have to punish you". Then he pulled my suspenders down and opened my pants. I saw that he opened his desk drawer and got the cane out. He pushed his chair back and in one motion pulled down my pants and laid me across his lap. All of a sudden I saw the class room floor right in front of me. He proceeded to squeeze and caress my buttocks for a while and then started to spank me - about 25 or 30 times. After that, he gave me 4 strokes with the cane. The strokes I could feel but were not that hard, but the embarassment. I cried a little, but more in shame. That was my first, and then there were others. For instance not having your home work with you earned you 2 strokes right in front of the class. Over the pants, but you feel the pain for about 10 minutes. The last and the worst caning I had when I was 13. For music lessons we had a special class room with a piano and it was one room were thare was no cane. Some kids, including me, had rubber bands and paper clips which we were shooting at each other, when the teacher wasn't looking. I don't know what got into me, but I shot one at the teacher and by accident hit him on the right ear. Soon he found out who the culprit was. I had to stand up and he told me to go to the principals office and ask for a cane. The teacher was not known to be one of those who just looked for a reason to cane you, but I got him mad, and he didn't send to the Principal for a cane and not made use of it. These thoughts went thru my mind when I knocked on the Principals door. "Mr Hansen send me and you should give me a cane". He went to his Wall cabinet and when he opened it I saw 6 or 8 canes. I had to walk two floors up and I walked as slow as I could, all the while feeling the smooth rattan, and was amazed how flexible it was. And I was wondering if I would get it in front of the class, and over the pants or pants down? Finally I made it back to the music class. The teacher told me to lay the cane on his desk and he said I will deal with you after class. 15 minutes later class ended and everybody filed out - except me. He took his jacket off and went to door to lock it. Then he moved his chair to the middle of the room, sat in it and ordered me in front of him. He said "do you agree to get punished for what you did"? I said I am sorry and that I didn't want to hit him. He repeated his question and wanted a yes or no, and if you say no I will take you personally down to the Principal. That would be the worst, because he had a bad reputation. I said meekly "yes". As soon as I said that he motioned me to his side of the chair and said "lower your pants". There was no reason to argue. I lowered my pants and eased myself over his lap. He put his right leg over my legs and got a hold of my right arm so I couldn't cover his target.
He sais "prepare yourself for a good warm-up, the cane comes later". Soon after the room was filled with the noise of his hand meeting my cheeks, interrupted with my yelps and owwws. The noise must have been heard in the hallway. After about 60 slaps he stopped and my rear end was just glowing. He helped me to my feet and led me to the desk, where the cane was still laying. I tried to pull my pants up and whimpered that I had enough and that it hurts. He positioned me over the desk, got his cane and was standing behind me. Then I got two cuts of the cane, in quick succession, a minute later the same thing and finally the last two, also in quick succession. When I brought the cane back to the principal he asked me what I did. I said we played with paper clips, not mentioning that I hit the teacher. He said if I realize that someone could get that in the eye. I said "No" and he said so that you remember that "bend over" pulled my pants tight and he gave me one stroke. That one stroke was to be seen for a week, while the others disappeared in one day. These were the good old days, and I remember the first and the last.

The Love Cut

It was suffocatingly hot in the bedroom even after midnight. Lady Isabella sat by the open window watching the lights of the fireflies glow in the velvet darkness which surrounded the house. Behind her she heard the rustle of silken petticoats as her young 17 year old niece flounced into the room all giggles and blonde curls.

"Time to pay your debts Auntie".

"Oh Janine it is so hot tonight".

"I won fair and square and I claim my reward".

Blue eyes met more experienced grey ones in the mirror acknowledging the bargain they had struck together. Isabella turned to face her young niece admiring the curve of her breasts which swelled out from underneath her dress. Janine's face was flushed and her eyes sparkled in the candlelight hinting at a barely suppressed excitement. Isabella was suddenly conscious of her own excitement as she remembered the forfeit she had agreed to pay. Janine had learned of her Aunt's interest in a special kind of corporal punishment called The Love Cut and had pestered and pestered the older woman for details of what was involved. Foolishly Isabella had agreed to a demonstration after losing a childish game of cards.

"Ring for Mitzi, Janine."

"I am here already Madam" and the door opened on her Swiss maid. Mitzi a stunning redhead with dazzling green eyes was responsible for Lady Isabella's obsession with chastisement and discipline. There seemed no end to the perverted pleasures that Mitzi 's educated elegant body could provide, especially when she was stretched out bound and naked awaiting the sharp kiss of the cane or the whip.

"Do you want me naked, Lady Isabella?"

"Disrobe her Janine - play the lady's maid for her while I watch".

Young hands fluttered and fumbled with buttons and hooks. The stifling air was full of sighs and half subdued giggles as the Mitzi was slowly undressed. As her body came into view Isabella felt her excitement begin to build. She saw Janine's fingers brush Mitzi's thick brown nipples casually at first and then with more purpose and confidence as the maid began to respond.

When Mitzi was naked she was placed on the large bed on her back on top of the rich golden silk cover with soft downy pillows under her buttocks. Other pillows were placed under head so she could watch everything that was being done to her. For a moment Isabella considered restraining her or even gagging her, but she realised she wanted to see Janine act as Mitzi's jailer while the maid was undergoing the love cut.

Isabella came close to her niece whispering softly in her ear. The young girl suddenly blushed and looked startled as she received her instructions. Placing her hand on the back of Janine's neck Isabella slowly led her to the bed where she knelt down.

"Do it Janine, do it now. Prepare her."

She pushed her niece's head lower until it was close to her maid's ripe soft belly. Mitzi gave an involuntary gasp as Janine's soft moist lips touched her overheated flesh. Perfumed smells filled the air that was suddenly full of liquid sounds and soft murmurs as Janine went about her aunt's work.

Isabella watched the blonde head bobbing industriously at her task and saw Mitzi's nipples beginning to peak as her breathing suddenly became shallower. Almost time she thought to herself as she crossed to the other side of the room. She noiselessly slid a drawer open and took out a slim piece of flexible whalebone about six inches long and about one inch in diameter. On the bed Mitzi's legs began to spasm under the young girl's caresses.

Isabella slowly and gently pulled Janine away, hearing Mitzi give a low growl of disapproval.

"Watch and learn" she said. "Do you see how swollen she is - that part of her is now extra sensitive. Please watch what happens when I just touch her gently with this piece of whalebone".
By Jasmorice

Formidable Darkness 

A cloud fell across the lowered sun, Amber looked at the clock on her dashboard, she was already ten minutes late and had still got another thirty to go, the cars were stationary and she had no way of judging how long they would remain that way. Crawl, stop, crawl, stop, it was driving her insane or was that just the thought of what was to come…. The last time she had been late she’d had trouble sitting for a week and that was only ten minutes.  Nick was not a mean tempered man but liked things and people to run like clockwork, he was an immaculately turned out man, who demanded respect.

At 7.45pm Amber turned into the drive, she was slightly apprehensive and a little moist between he legs but still she tried to come up with some plausible excuse, even though she knew it to be fruitless and would only make matters worse. Her sense of preserving her posterior, getting the better of her judgement.  She walked into the hallway, putting her briefcase down near the hall table, she sighed thinking at least it was the weekend.  She glanced around, all was quiet, no noise from the kitchen, no T.V, no radio, thus leading her to the conclusion she was first home.  She headed towards the stairs intent upon showering, changing into something a little less constricting and then making something nice to eat.  Her foot touched the bottom step when a voice haltered her, “COME IN HERE!” the voice boomed from the study, Shit! She thought her mind racing with excuses, apologies, anything. 

She pushed open the door, “Hi, Nick I didn’t think you were home yet, I’m sorry I’m late you wouldn’t believe the traffic, I have been sat in it for ages and on top of that I have had a really crap day at work, I’m tired and need a shower, I’ll get us something to eat when I have changed,” she was babbling, he knew it, she knew it.  “SHUT UP!” he shouted, at that point Amber knew it was useless, her bottom cheeks clenched, a wet feeling between her legs began to throb.

“I don’t want your excuses or apologies, you were warned last time, I really do not like repeating myself, as well you know! Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Amber!” The emphasis on her name made her shudder inside.  “But, I’mmm sorry, I can’t help it if the…” “I see it’s the hard way then,” he calmly spoke, “but Nick !..” “You just don’t learn do you, now come over here!” Amber walked slowly toward him, he moved round from behind the desk and kissed her lightly on her lips then whispered “I love you but you have brought this on yourself!” Amber wanted to hug him, apologise to him, kiss him but for her to make any move would be futile.  He put his hand on her lower back and pushed her down over the desk, her heart was racing, her breathing fast. “Right, it’s twenty five for being late, a further twenty for trying to make excuses, another twenty for interrupting and if you flinch, try to move at all, that will carry an extra thirty, do you understand?”  Amber nodded her agreement, “What do we say?” he snarled, “Yyyesss, SSir,” she replied her voice slightly quivering. 

He went to the cupboard in the corner and unlocked it, there hanging from specially made hooks was an array of paddles, whips, tawses, straps and canes. Amber knew from experience which ones hurt the most and prayed he would be lenient with her, he pondered a while then chose the leather paddle.  He walked back toward her purpose in his step.  Behind her, she tensed; he lifted her skirt, THHWAACCCKK! She jumped slightly, he noticed but said nothing the first was always the hardest to accept, TTTHWWACK! THHHWACK! THHHWACK! She held onto the other side of the desk and received a further thirty-one smacks, her inner thighs were now wet and throbbing for alleviation.  He stopped, she stayed still and quiet, inside she wanted to cry out, she wanted to rub her tender rump and release the tension in her womanhood, he turned toward the cupboard Amber saw her chance and moved her hand to rub, of course Nick noticed , “Well, my love that’s another thirty for that and the flinch earlier!” “Bbbuutt…Nick..” “and another ten!” he sniped back.  Amber went quiet, tears seeped silently from her eyes and he came back with the red leather tawse with two thick throngs at the end.  He came round the back of her and stroked her reddened bottom.  TTTHHHWAACKCK! “Owwww!” TTHHWAACCKK! “Owwwcccchhhh!” TTTHHWWWACCK! “eeeoooowww…o.o.o.!” He dealt twenty in succession, slowed and landed another ten, she was now crying openly, “I think you will be a little less tardy in future but I haven’t finished yet!” he returned to the cupboard and chose a rattan cane.  Amber knew this stung like hell but didn’t dare say a word, she bit down on her lip and tried to push her throbbing womanhood against the desk, he moved round her side and with precision SSSWWISSSH! The cane hit target, he stepped back to admire the line that appeared, whilst giving the stroke time to sink in, Amber drew in her breath.  He dealt another twenty strokes, leaving a short space between each one so that Amber felt the most of them, she was fidgeting, squirming and screaming now but knew he hadn’t finished, mentally she had lost count.
 

“Stand Up! pull your pants up” he said calmly.  Amber rose unsteadily, he held her in his arms then moved her round with him, where he sat in his leather chair, “Over!” he said as matter of factly, she bent over his lap, he pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees, viewing the red weal marked bottom, “Nnnot bare, Nick, pplleasse!” she pleaded with him, her wetness now more apparent against his knee.  SSSMMACKK! She squirmed on his knee, her red bottom aflame, SSSMMAACCCKK!! “Owww…owww!” SSSMMACKK! “Ooo…O.O.O!” “How many, Amber?” he asked.  Crying and with a shaky voice she replied “ninety,” Sniff, “WRONG!” SSSMMAACCK!  SMMACCKK! “eeooww!”  SSSSMMMMAAACCCKK!  “O..O ..O ooowwwccchh!”   A further twenty five hit her burning cheeks, he stopped as suddenly, helped her up and led her to the couch where he laid her face down over the arm, she fidgeted nervously, wiping the tears from her eyes, her panties fell to the floor, could she take anymore, her bottom was on fire, her clit throbbed, Nick moved round the back of her and stroked her bottom, she flinched at his touch but then pushed herself against it gaining a light relief.  He moved round and lifted her slightly then sat down, letting her lay on him, all the time he rubbed her back, she clung to him, sobbing and breathing heavily.  Both knew what would transpire later. 

elyse

Half Term 

“Line up quietly!” her voice boomed over the heads of the 6 pupils left there for the duration of the holidays, Miss Ports was not amused at being here at all, she had been looking forward to a holiday all year but the Head had asked her in such a way she couldn’t refuse him and talking of which where was he now.  He had disappeared soon after lunchtime.

“Sit behind your desks, stop talking!” she snapped, “oooo….stroppy Lady!” a voice mumbled.  She knew she was, she had just cause and she didn’t care that they thought that, these pupils albeit not their fault had spoiled her well earned rest. 

“What was that?” she turned, staring at each of them undecided which one had said the offending remark.  Each pupil looked at each other, all of them knowing not one of them telling.  “I see, like that is it….well, we shall see if you are all happy to miss your break period won’t we!” she said softly almost demonically.  One pupil kicked another under the desk; there was a breathed “Owww” then silence. 

“Open your books at chapter 9, we shall read this chapter then discuss it afterwards, I said QUIETLY!” she emphasised the last word.  “Now, read it to yourselves, make sure you take in all the details and the underlying morals of it, I am just popping out to see the Head, I don’t want to hear any sounds expect for the turning of pages, is that understood?” she questioned.

“Yes, Miss Ports!” a unison reply.

She glanced over her glasses at the bowed heads of her charges then walked out of the room.  Nash started it first, he shoved Joe, “it’s your fault we can’t go out at break, I was meeting someone to get Elle and me some more fags and now you have spoilt that!” Lucy was the quiet one of the group and “ssshs’d them!” “You can sssh yourself, swot,” Elle said glaring at Lucy.  “I am merely being cautious,” Lucy replied.  “am meeer…ely being cauuutious!” Elle mimicked her.  “Well, don’t be on our account, just read your book like the good liddle girlie you are!” Elle said moving her head to either side.  The boys laughed at Elle’s mimicking, this gave Elle more bravado and she got up from behind her desk and went to the front of the class and started to take Miss Ports off with a stroppy attitude.  Reg stood and threw a paper ball at Elle; she responded by slamming the ruler down on his desk “YOU, young man shall be in detention if you are not careful!” Elle mimicked trying to suppress her giggles. George jumped a mile when the ruler hit the desk and the other five laughed hysterically at him.  “Might I suggest, Reginald that you come out here and show the class just how clever you think you are?” Elle was in her element now, the boys were grinning, Nash looked at his girlfriend and smiled wickedly, Lucy just buried her head into her book, she was a nice looking girl very plain but her eyes drew you into their depths where secrets lay that she wouldn’t let anyone know, though Elle liked her really she had attempted to source these secrets on more than one occasion to no avail. They were good friends but Elle just loved to taunt her most of the time especially when she had an audience. Reg was drawing a picture on the blackboard when Elle turned round…it was a very good likeness to Miss Ports but he had elongated her nose rather considerably. “Sit down you wicked boy,” Elle giggled, she pointed to Joe “you boy out here now!” She shouted attempting to add a pique to her voice. Joe got up and stood in front of the class a big grin covering his face, he really liked Elle she was fun to be around just a pity Nash had got in there first, which is why he was always attempting to get Nash into trouble. “Now then, you have made us lose our breaktime, have you or have you not?” Elle said tapping the ruler against the desk. “Errrmmm..yes Miss!” Joe sniggered.  “Well, I think you deserve punishment for that, don’t you?” Elle said softly.  Joe looked at Elle with a twinkling in his eyes, “I think you should bend over this desk, don’t you?” Elle said smiling at Nash, Joe caught the exchange. “No, Miss!” he replied. This threw Elle for a minute, “mmmm….I see we are going to be difficult are we, well, I could just get the other boys to hold you over and then I will punish you over your pants!” Elle suppressed a giggle at this, she knew he hated anyone seeing him like that. Joe immediately bent over the desk; Elle brought the ruler down onto his bottom, not hard just a playful tap, then again a little bit harder.  During all this commotion not one of them had noticed Miss Ports standing at the door face like thunder.  Elle brought the ruler right back, giggling, knowing it would land with a crack.  “YOUNG LADY!” Miss Ports bellowed.  Elle jumped round dropping the ruler then scurrying to pick it up, Joe jumped up off the desk and scuttled back to his own. “Just What do you think you are doing?” Miss Ports questioned, Elle was backing off towards her own desk, “nothing Miss, just need to use your ruler mine has disappeared Miss!” Elle managed to get out.  “Come here now!” she snapped.  Elle glanced at her friends whose heads were all now buried in their books. Elle stepped towards Miss Ports, she held her hand out to retrieve the ruler and Elle handed it to her.  “You, young Lady can stand facing that wall, until I have time to deal with you, Now Move!” she shouted.  Elle stomped to the wall, not unnoticed by Miss Ports, she stood staring at the wall and moving her head about in a recalcitrant way. Unbeknownst to Elle Miss Ports was still behind her watching her every move, “I suggest, young Lady you refrain from doing that and stand still!” she snapped. Miss Ports glared at the rest of the class, “now let’s find out what you have learnt in the short space of time that I have been gone,” she announced to the rest of the group.  Elle was actually relieved being stood against the wall it meant she didn’t have to answer any of the questions that Miss Ports was now throwing at the others, Lucy of course got everyone right nothing new there, Elle thought, the little swot she just doesn’t want to have any fun.  Elle sneaked a look round, Miss Ports back was to her, so she stuck her tongue out, “You are in enough trouble Missy without further antagonising me!” Miss Ports snapped. Jeez, she must have eyes in the back of her head, Elle turned back round and noticed the paint peeling on the wall, well, that was too much, boredom getting to her, so she started to pick it off.  Miss Ports glared over Elle’s shoulder, seeing the mess she had made, “Hands on your head girl!” She shouted, Elle jumped then tutted reluctantly putting her hands on her head, she really was getting fed up with this and glad that is was the last lesson. Wondering where the Head had gone, she kinda liked the Head Master he was sweet in his own way, that was not to mean he didn’t have a bite worse than his bark, Elle had peered through his keyhole once when he was caning one of the boys, she shuddered at the memory, she had never been sent to him for the cane and never relished the thought, he had spanked her and she once got six with the slipper but they were mild she thought compared to the ferocity in which he used a cane, with precision and pride and the look in his eyes again she shuddered.

“Right, time to pack your books away, I want you to read chapters 10 and 11 ready for tomorrow and let’s hope you learn a little more than you have today!” Miss Ports snapped whilst putting her own book and chalk into her desk.  Elle heard the rustle of books and scraping of chairs as the group packed their stuff away, she turned to move towards her desk, “Not you young lady!” Miss Ports stopped her in her tracks, “You are to be dealt with, as well you know!” “O..Shit!” thought Elle, having thought her punishment was standing there through the whole lesson.   “You may all leave now!” Miss Ports dismissed the rest of the class. 

“Right Young lady, come over here!” Miss Ports said in a manner not to be argued with.  Elle moved towards her, “Did I tell you to remove your hands from your head!” she shouted. Elle’s hands quickly went back on top of her head with an escaped tut!

“You have been rather unruly these past few days Elle and today you just pushed it that much too far with me, now I can deal with you here and now or we can go and see the Head?” Elle looked down at the floor and thought would it be worse going to see the Head, remembering the caning experience she decided against that plan of action, “I’m waiting for an answer girl, I haven’t got all day!” she yelled at Elle.  “I wwww..illll.. let you deal with me Miss!” Elle managed to get out not quite sure what she was letting herself in for.  “Good girl!” Miss Ports almost smiled, she pulled her chair out from behind her desk and placed it in the centre of the floor, “Round here girl!” she snapped, Elle moved to where Miss Ports was pointing, “Www hatt are you going to do Miss?” Elle said quietly, “Well, young lady what do you think I should do with a recalcitrant madam like yourself?” she replied, Elle shrugged. “Do you not think you deserve a spanking for your deplorable behaviour today?” Miss Ports stated. “Errrmm…no Miss!” Elle stammered, “and why not?” Miss Ports pronounced. “Errmmm…because…ermmm…I was only having a bit of fun Miss,” Elle said. “Mmmmm…you may call it fun, I call it disruptive, impudent, ill-mannered and not too say degrading behaviour from a girl of your years!” Miss Ports snapped out through gritted teeth.  Miss Ports grabbed Elle’s’ arm and pulled her over her knee, she pulled her arm back and it landed on Elle’s bottom with a dull smack, again and again, several times, Elle kicked and squealed.  “This is doing no good at all, you are not even feeling this young lady!” Miss Ports said, at the same time lifting the girls skirt up and tucking it into her waist band, “Noo, Miss not over my panties, please!” Elle shrieked.  Miss Ports oblivious to pleas continued to rain smacks over Elle’s panties, Elle kicking and screaming.  “Stand up girl!” Miss Ports snapped. “Now I have had enough of your kicking, young lady I am only tapping you!” “you’re not, you’re spanking my bum hard!” Elle mumble her mouth engaging before her brain, “Do you think I am deaf too girl, TAKE DOWN YOUR PANTIES NOW, I will not tolerate insubordination!” Miss Ports shouted. Elle looked at her teacher open mouthed, “mmmyyyy…pppp..aa.nn..ttsss, Miss!” she stammered. “Yes, girl have you suddenly gone deaf!” Miss Ports snapped. “Bbbut…it hurts so, bare,” Elle almost whispered. “And why do u think you are being punished Elle, it isn’t because I enjoy it!” Miss Ports exclaimed. “NOW, I am waiting!” Elle hooked the waist band of her panties and pushed them to her knees, her head and eyes lowered.  Miss Ports stood and grabbed Elle’s arm pulling her non too gently to her desk, she pushed Elle over it.  “You will not kick so much now will you?” Miss Ports stated the question needing no reply.  Elle’s legs quivered, Miss Ports hand came down on the right cheek, “yyeeoooww!” Elle squealed, again the hand made contact with the left side and again Elle squealed, the spanks hit her times many, Elle’s bottom burning from the heat of Miss Ports smacks.  “mmmm….it is still only slightly red, young lady, you deserve more for your behaviour do you not?” Miss Ports asked. “Nooo..Miss, please no more!” Elle panted out.  “I have not heard an apology through all this my dear, so obviously you haven’t received enough!” Miss Ports said.  She reached around Elle and retrieved the ruler, “I shall use this, as this implement was the one you were attempting to use on Joe!” She stated as matter of factily.  Elle’s whole body shuddered at the thought of what it would feel like on her already tender bottom. “I shall give you twelve you shall thank me for each one and ask for the next one?” she exclaimed.  Elle tutted, “And that has cost you another one!” Miss Ports said.  She lifted her arm and brought it down, the ruler making contact across Elle’s cheeks; she jumped and squealed “Oooo….Ooww …One ttthhaaann kkk yy ooo Miss, ppp llleasse may I have the second one!” Elle panted out.  Again Miss Ports brought the ruler down, Elle jumped her hand seeking her bottom to rub away the pain, Miss Ports grabbed her wrist and held it firmly on Elle’s back. Elle wriggled and squirmed, “twwwoooo thaaankk yyyouu Miss, ppp llleasse may Iii have the thhhirdd!” she gasped out. The next ten followed in a succession of Elle squealing, squirming and panting out the count.  “Stand up, girl!” Miss Ports snapped.  Elle got off her knee and stood, she bent to retrieve her panties from the floor, “Did I say you could put those back on?” Miss Ports said.  “Noo…Miss, I am sorry Miss!” Elle said her lips trembling and tears running down her cheeks.  “That’s better, now stand against that wall, hold your skirt up, you can think about your behaviour and how ridiculous you look with your bare red bottom on display!” Miss Ports stated. 

Anon.

No Lines!!!

 Amanda was a stunning 40 year old redhead, with a figure and bottom to die for, and a senior manager in the leisure industry. In her job she was used to being dominant but at home it was a different story, where her partner took control of her, but she loved it

She could twist Trevor around her little finger but push him too far and a spanking and the cane came into her life. When she was really naughty she was taken to a Mistress to be punished severely.

She had been visiting a Mistress for many years but she had retired to start a family, so Trevor had to find a new Mistress to punish Amanda on a regular basis

A young lady was found on the net who sounded ideal, young, slim but very dominant

Amanda had been very rude and disruptive so Trevor informed her that on the following Tuesday she was to report to her new Mistress, and that she would have to email the Mistress to confess her sins

Amanda did this and was told to write 200 lines ' I must learn to be obedient at all times to my Mistress and my Master' Amanda was also told to bring with her school uniform, but with stockings and not socks

The day of the appointment arrived and Amanda was dropped off at the address of her new Mistress by Trevor. She knocked softly on the door and was met by a stunning 29 year old blonde, slim, tall, with very long legs, and dressed in her business suit.


Amanda was shown into the lounge was offered a drink, and after a brief chat she was asked for her homework. Amanda informed the Mistress 'that she did not do homework'. The Mistress remained calm but told Amanda to stand up and to come over to the side of the Mistress's chair. Her trousers were taken down and she stood for ages before she was bent over the Mistress's knee. Her pants were lowered and she was then hand spanked for several minutes. Amanda can take hand spankings all day, so this was not a problem. From nowhere a slipper was produced, and she received 24 strokes. She was then put into a corner, hands on head, for ten minutes to think about her caning which she was about to receive

Eventually the mistress took Amanda to her study and told her to undress and put on her school uniform. The Mistress watched her every move and adjusted the clothing until she was completely satisfied

Amanda  was then told to touch her toes and her pants were lowered to her ankles. Amanda then watched the Mistress go to the cupboard and carefully select the senior cane, swishing it through the air several times, She then came back to Amanda knelt down in front of her and showed her the cane, making her kiss it. The Mistress kissed Amanda on the lips and then took her position behind her. She tapped Amanda bottom twice and then brought down the cane. It bit into Amanda's bottom and  the first welt appeared, perfectly placed on both cheeks. Five more strokes followed before she was told to stand in the corner hands on her head. The Mistress left the room.

Amanda thought it was over but she then heard the foot steps of her Mistress returning. Her Mistress had removed her suit and stood in her bra, pants, suspender belt, stockings and very high heeled shoes. She was next bent over the bench, her hands and legs tied, and she received 24 more strokes of the cane, laid on hard and accurately covering all of her bottom. Her bottom was sore, tender and covered in welts, and she knew she had found her perfect Mistress

Amanda dressed and went back to the lounge for another drink and a chat. As Amanda rose to leave she was told to take down her trousers again, and thinking the Mistress was just checking on her bottom she slowly eased her trousers down over her very sore bottom. The Mistress then put her back over her knee and lowered her pants, and started to hand spank her tender bottom over the cane marks. This really did get Amanda squirming and was to remind Amanda of her Mistress on her drive home

Trevor picked Amanda up for the drive home knowing that she would return in the very near future.

T Meakin

JOANNE’S  APPOINTMENT

Joanne felt that strange cocktail of emotions rising within her as she parked her car in the driveway. She “fixed” her face quickly in the mirror, relieved that she had a couple of minutes to spare. She certainly didn’t want to be late-again! Punctuality was not her strong suit. Her bottom had paid dearly for her poor timekeeping twice before. She knew full well that a third late would mean the birch. As she got out of her car and covered the few yards to the door, Joanne caught sight of the birch tree in the back garden of the large detached house. At least I’ve avoided having to gather and make a rod for my own backside she thought. As she pressed the doorbell, Joanne trembled slightly as the anticipation, fear and excitement surged through her whole being. 

Joanne casually flicked through the fashion magazine as she waited in the small room outside the study. She had been in the house about three minutes when she heard sounds she recognised immediately coming from the study. Swish,thwack. Swish,thwack. A female voice yelped in some distress. Joanne put the magazine back on the table in front of her and listened intently. Swish thwack swish thwack. The sound of sobbing then swish thwack repeated four more times. I hope I don’t make as much fuss  Joanne thought, for she had no doubt that she too would be caned in the study that very afternoon. By now the noises had ceased except for the steady sobbing of the girl who had just received the eight strokes of the cane. Joanne knew the disciplinarian behind that oak door well enough to surmise that it had been a bare bottom punishment. Joanne had never been allowed any protection between her bottom and the cane. A few more minutes passed. The sobbing sound had ceased and Joanne knew the girl who had just been punished would have to emerge through that door.