Controlling temper tantrums

I have the job of managing all of the staff in my department and with most of them I am able to take a fairly hands off approach be setting their objectives and then allowing them the freedom to achieve these but knowing that I am always there to offer support and advice if it is needed or to resolve any problems with other departments that they encounter. There are a couple of staff who I can’t take this approach with and one of them was Paula who is nominally my second in command through the position she holds more than her attributes in the position. I like Paula a lot but do find it very difficult to manage her because she needs a lot of support and reassurance that she is doing a good job and will get stressed at the slightest thing. Any deadline or major visit to the department or other event will leave Paula having kittens and getting very down on herself despite the fact that her work is very good and always meets my expectations. The biggest problem though was when Paula got stressed or down on herself then she becomes prone to throwing temper tantrums like a two year old or going about in a strop like a bratty teenager upsetting staff and clients in equal measure so I then have to spend a lot of time pouring oil on troubled waters.

There have been many times when Paula has thrown all of the toys out of the pram when one thing doesn’t go write and I’ve regularly commented to my darling wife Anna that I should have taken her over my knee and spanked her bottom like a petulant teenager. Anna always provided me with her own bottom to relieve my stress on these occasions because she adores being spanked and punished generally. I have taken Anna out for a meal one evening to celebrate her recent promotion at work and we are in a pub afterwards chilling when Paula and her boyfriend, Mike, came into the bar and came over to us. I have always thought that Mike didn’t do anything to help Paula with her underlying problem of a lack of self-confidence and seeing how he was treating her in the pub I’m sure he caused a lot of the problems. Anna has had more to drink than she normally would because I was driving and we were celebrating her promotion and had been teasing and tantalising me all night. She was at her mischievous best but even I didn’t expect the outcome when I introduced her to Paula and Mike.

‘So this is the girl that you want to spank every time she throws a tantrum at work is it?’ Anna says and as soon as she has finished the sentence she realises what she has said and a shocked look crosses even her face. It was nothing compared to the shock and embarrassment that was on Paula’s face and after an awkward silence she gave a nervous giggle before quickly making her excuses and leaving us.

‘I’m so sorry Ken. I know that I shouldn’t have said that but it just slipped out before I had a chance to think about it or stop it’ Anna said apologetically.

‘Don’t worry my dear you will be very sorry when we get home. Paula is very strait-laced and I’ve no doubt that you have really embarrassed her’ I say but with no anger in my voice.

Anna looks relieved at this and starts to play one of her favourite little games with me in trying to avoid the inevitable sore bottom as she knows exactly what is going to happen to her. Anna is a wonderful exponent of this game as she played it regularly using her puppy dog eyes and long fluttering eye lashes to show pure contrition and promising me her body to get out of the punishment and any other strategy she could think of for the rest of the night until we walked through our front door. I loved this particular game as well because I was playing the stern, unbending disciplinarian doing what needed to be done to right the wrong although it was very difficult at times not to give in to my doe-eyed submissive. When we got into the house I immediately bent Anna over the back of our sofa and delivered a long but not too hard spanking with my hand and a few swipes with my belt which left Anna’s gorgeous bottom bright red and toasty hot. With her remaining submissively draped over the sofa we had sex.

I was quite nervous when I went into work the following Monday and had no idea how Paula would react to Anna’s comments. Paula came in very sheepishly and avoided me all morning and I wasn’t going to force the issue until lunchtime when I was going to go and speak to her.

‘I’m sorry for any offense that Anna caused you on Friday evening Paula. She should never have said what she said particularly in a public place and she has been dealt with for it’ I said.

‘Don’t worry about it Ken it was embarrassing but eventually I saw the funny side of it. What I would like to know though is whether you would actually carry out the threat you’ve obviously outlined to Anna and presumably used in dealing with her for speaking out of turn’ Paula said taking me by surprise and I decide that it is time to lay my cards on the table.

‘Yes I have said to Anna on many occasions when you’ve thrown a tantrum or acted like a bratty teenager that I would like to spank you and yes I did spank Anna when we went home on Friday evening’ I said avoiding the other part of Paula’s question.

‘But would you actually be prepared to punish me when I get down on myself and throw the toys out of the pram?’ Paula followed up obviously keen to have me answer the question.

‘Yes I would do it but only with your consent to be punished’ I answer.

‘In that case you have my full consent to spank me and more whenever I throw a tantrum or am about to do so because of the stress’ Paula said, ‘I have asked Mike to do it for me a number of times but he is too much of a wimp and I think he also enjoys seeing me suffer the stress and angst because it reinforces his control over me’ Paula said with real venom in her voice.

‘What do you mean by ‘and more’’ I ask because the thought of having Paula bent over waiting for the application of my tawses, canes and paddles was an appealing one but even just having her draped over my lap with a bare and very red bottom on display would be an attractive sight.

‘You can use tawses, canes, crops, paddles or whips on my bare bottom if you wish. I was punished with the cane in my private school whenever my behaviour threatened to get out of hand and I didn’t have any of the problems that I now have’ Paula answered which suggested that she had an idea where the root cause of her troubles lay.

‘Very well Paula I will punish you when you have succumbed to a temper tantrum or when you have behaved badly towards your colleagues or our clients. These punishments will take place at my house and Anna will be in attendance at all times for your own security although she does not have to witness the punishments if you do not want her to. When I feel that punishment is warranted I will inform you by email giving you the date and time that the sentence will be carried out and any lateness on your part will add to the punishment. Do you give your consent to this regime?’ I explain and ask.

‘Yes Ken I give my consent to this regime and I would appreciate Anna being present to witness the punishments although I trust you not to take advantage of the situation’ Paula answered.

‘How did you get on with Paula?’ Anna asked when I got home that evening as she knew that I’d been worried what the reaction would be.

‘It went very well Anna. Paula wondered if I actually would punish her in these circumstances and I have told her that I would be happy to do so and she has given her consent to the use of all of the implements that we have. I have explained that the punishments will take place here with you in attendance and she wants you to witness the punishments for her piece of mind I think and possibly for moral support as she knows I punish you as well’ I answer noticing Anna smiling.

‘I can’t wait to witness these punishments and possibly participate as well’ Anna says and participation would be interesting for me to see because she has never shown any inclination towards accepting my offer of allowing her to punish me because I would be more than happy to have her switch on me.

It was about ten days later when my first opportunity to punish Paula arose because her computer had failed to do something she wanted it to, and which it shouldn’t do, and she lost her head with the person who looked after our IT infrastructure and equipment leaving her in tears. I had heard and seen this and Paula just looked at me and I gave a subtle nod of my head before calming our IT person down. I emailed Paula my address and the time of 6pm and received an immediate and simple reply of “Yes Sir” so I texted Anna and told her to lay out all of our punishment implements when she got home from work explaining that the first punishment of Paula will take place at 6pm this evening. When I got home Anna had laid out all of the implements and was waiting with great interest for details of Paula’s offence so I told her what had happened.

At exactly 6pm there was a knock at the door and I opened it to see a very nervous looking Paula standing on the doorstep so I led her in and straight through to the lounge as I didn’t want to add to her nerves by delaying the punishment any more than I had to. One of the dining room chairs had been placed in the centre of the floor and I sat down on it before instructing Paula to place herself over my lap which she did without any hesitation. Anna was watching the action avidly and without any further delay I began to spank Paula over her skirt delivering twenty hard smacks before I pulled the skirt up. There was no protest from Paula with this and already I could see a pink tinge on the skin particularly where it wasn’t protected by Paula’s plain white knickers. I resumed the spanking covering every part of Paula’s bottom with crisp smacks and before too long she was struggling a bit over my lap and at one point she put her hand back to try and protect her bottom so I took hold of her hand and held it out of the way.

‘Paula this is a punishment that you have consented to receive for your behaviour this afternoon and it will be carried out but should you try to interfere with the punishment it will become worse’ I said calmly.

‘Yes Sir I know that but it is many years since I’ve been punished in this way and it is very sore’ Paula answered contritely.

‘It is about to get worse for you as I’m now going to remove your pants and continue the spanking on the bare bottom’ I explain.

‘Okay’ Paula says very nervously and I lower her pants to mid thigh noticing that her bottom is already red and warm but I remember Shelley’s tears from earlier in the day which steels my heart to continue with the spanking. I worked all over Paula’s bottom with my hand bringing it to an even scarlet and Paula was now snuffling and her yelps were now betraying her pain.

‘That is the spanking completed Paula. You may now get to your feet and rub your bottom before I complete your punishment with six strokes of the tawse because your comments to Shelley this afternoon were unacceptable and I will not tolerate you reducing a colleague to tears. Had you not been accepting this punishment then I would have had no choice but to use the formal disciplinary procedures against you. You will therefore bend over the back of the chair with your elbows on the seat and you will make no attempt to move from this position until I indicate that the punishment is complete. Do you understand these instructions and why I am punishing you further?’ I ask.

‘Yes Sir I understand your instructions and I understand why I am receiving the tawse. I know that I was wrong and I will be making an apology to Shelley first thing tomorrow morning. Thank you for punishing me privately and not invoking the formal disciplinary procedures’ Paula said before taking up her position.

I pick up our medium weight two-tailed tawse because I think that it will be severe enough to teach Paula the required lesson and if not then there are more severe implements available for future occasions. I laid the first stroke square and hard across the centre of Paula’s bottom drawing a loud cry from her but no significant movement other than a quick shake of the bottom as she tried to remove the sting. I waited until she was still before delivering the second stroke just as hard and below the first one getting the same reaction from Paula. Although Paula’s bottom was already scarlet the tawse marks were clearly visible and much darker and I’m sure that Paula would feel them for at least twenty-four hours particularly as I carried on with the same weight of strokes and by the end of it tears were flowing down Paula’s cheeks.

‘You may now stand up and rub your bottom if you wish. If not you can restore your pants and skirt as that is the punishment complete’ I say immediately after delivering the sixth stroke because I don’t want to humiliate Paula by keeping her on display. Anna offers Paula the chance to tidy herself up before she left but Paula declines so Anna shows her out of the door.

‘That was an excellent punishment Ken. I think Paula will feel it for a few days and will think more carefully about the impact of her words in the future’ Anna said as she returned to the lounge and it was noticeable that Paula did sit down very carefully the next day at work. She did apologise to Shelley first thing in the morning before coming to see me at lunchtime.

‘Thank you for my punishment yesterday. I am very sore but I do feel calmer and if it is to be an effective deterrent then they do need to be genuine punishments which that certainly was’ Paula says.

‘I can assure you that when I punish you they will be genuine punishments because I do want them to be deterrents and you will only be punished when you genuinely deserve it’ I reply before the conversation moves to more general matters and I take the opportunity to try and boost Paula’s almost non-existent self-confidence in a subtle way through praise for her recent work. Paula seemed more open with me than she had been in the past and it came through just how much pressure her parents had put on her as an only child and their hatred for Mike because of the fact that he was always putting her down and doing nothing to support her personally or professionally. I felt exactly the same things about Mike and deep down Paula knew it as well but she wouldn’t admit it to herself at this point so I wasn’t going to push it down her throat because I’m sure the resistance of her parents’ was one of the things that stopped her from breaking the relationship with Mike.

I realised from this conversation that she would really benefit from a girls night in, or out, with Anna as she would be able to boost her self-confidence more in an evening than I could in a couple of years but it would have to happen ‘naturally’ so to speak which meant that Anna would have to instigate it. Over dinner that evening I talked to Anna about my conversation with Paula and she agreed that a girls night in would be a brilliant idea and we decided that the best time to set it up would come the next time that Paula needed punishment. I would give Paula a time to turn up which was about fifteen or twenty minutes before I came home giving Anna the chance to arrange something if she could. It was about three weeks later when Paula next needed punishment which suggested that the first time had been a deterrent. This time however it was even more serious for Paula because she had really lost her temper with one of our major clients and had sworn at her. I took the client away and managed to placate her enough not to remove the business entirely but it did cost us quite a bit of money to do this so I was really angry with Paula and she kept out of my way. 6.30pm was my chosen time for this punishment and I would arrive home at 6.50pm to give Anna the chance to work her magic.

‘You’ll need to come round this Friday evening when Ken is playing snooker Paula’ Anna said just as I was walking into the lounge.

‘I’d love that Anna. How about 7.30pm?’ Paula answered. Playing snooker on Friday hadn’t been part of my plans but if Anna was coming round then I was more than happy to make it part of them. I picked out the heavy weight three tailed tawse and a cane from our collection of equipment and placed them to the side.

‘In view of your outburst to Marie this afternoon and the amount of money it has cost us to retain the business you will be receiving twelve strokes with the tawse and six strokes with the cane following your spanking’ I say calmly but my annoyance is clearly visible in my voice.

‘I’m sorry Ken. I have no idea what got into me and I take full responsibility for my actions and accept the punishment’ Paula said and I was very glad she hadn’t tried to make any excuses for her behaviour as that might well have increased her punishment.

Paula took the spanking very well as it was even harder than the one I’d given her last time and she took up the position over the chair when instructed to do so without any complaint but after the first stroke her hands flew back to protect her bottom which probably wasn’t surprising as it was a much heavier tawse. Anna came over and took hold of Paula’s hands so that she couldn’t disrupt the punishment again and I decided against awarding any extra strokes this time. I laid the strokes on very hard this time and because of the width of the tawse some parts of Paula’s bottom were visited two or three times with very painful consequences. These areas could be seen clearly because of the almost purple colour that was forming from the bruises. I picked up the cane and tested it through the air noticing Paula wincing with each swish and then she flinched when I tapped the cane against her bottom.

Sharply I cut the cane down through the air landing it perfectly across the centre of Paula’s bottom drawing a sharp cry from her throat as it landed with a loud crack. I watched the initial white line colour into a dark red before delivering the second stroke perfectly parallel to the first and a couple of inches below it providing me with my aiming point for the remaining strokes each of which had a sharp swish followed by a loud crack followed by an even louder cry from Paula until the last one landed with a real shriek coming from her as cruelly I had landed it diagonally across the others to act as the reminder that her behaviour was completely unacceptable.

‘Thank you Ken. I promise that I will try my hardest to control my temper and my tongue from now on’ Paula says with genuine contrition in her voice.

‘I hope that you do Paula because I really don’t want to have to punish you more severely in the future which is what will happen should you carry out a similar offence. Now I suggest that you allow Anna to help you tidy yourself up before going home’ I say and Anna gave her no option by taking her up to the bathroom and then through to our bedroom to tend to both the bottom and Paula’s make up. I started dinner for Anna and I as this was happening but before dinner took place Anna demanded the same punishment as Paula had received which I was more than happy to give her before giving her a long bout of oral sex.

Friday soon arrived and I had arranged snooker with a few friends and before going out I wished Anna luck not that she would need it I was sure. It was well after midnight when I crept back into the house and into bed where Anna was sound asleep although she did wake up, look over at me drunkenly before falling asleep again. The group of us who’d been playing snooker last night had agreed to a game of golf early the following morning so I was completely unaware that Paula was sleeping in one of our spare bedrooms as she’d gotten as drunk as Anna so couldn’t drive home.

“Anna my darling, I’ve gone to play golf this morning with the lads I was playing snooker with last night. Sorry. I will be back around lunchtime and will take you shopping this afternoon.” I write in a note for Anna which I left on the kitchen table.

It was just after 12 noon when I arrived home to find a very delicate looking Anna sitting at the kitchen table with a large carton of orange juice and in her dressing gown. It was obvious that she was nursing a major hangover because she didn’t even want to go shopping which was our normal Saturday activity. I got thumbs up when I quietly asked how last night had gone but no conversation yet and because Anna was so good to me when I had a hangover I left her completely in peace and made as little noise as I possibly could while playing on the computer. It was the middle of the afternoon before Anna became properly human and started to tell me about last night.

‘We started off by sharing a bottle of wine but by the end of the night I think we’d had about four bottles and Paula had to stay here as she couldn’t drive and there were no cabs available in a reasonable time. We’d started talking about corporal punishment after the punishment that you’d given Paula and the marks were still highly visible so I massaged some cream into Paula’s bottom but she wanted another spanking so I gave her one and I must say it was a wonderful experience. I think I will take up your offer of punishing you sometime my dear particularly if you keep playing golf and missing my Saturday morning shopping trips. Anyway after a long spanking I dipped my hand down between Paula’s thighs and she spread them for me so I started to play with her and very quickly she climaxed and that was like removing the cork from a bottle of champagne. She really opened up to me after that and we did go to bed but I knew you wouldn’t mind and it did Paula the world of good. She started to talk really openly about her parents and Mike and I have given her some advice on how to change the situation with Mike but given how low her self-confidence is I’m not sure whether it will work to begin with but we have agreed to see each other regularly’ Anna explains.

‘That sounds like a very interesting evening for you both and no I don’t mind you exploring Paula’s body because you have always been good about letting me fulfil my need to be punished although if you are going to do it from now on then that will be even better’ I answer and we end up making love on the sofa in the lounge.

Shortly after we’ve finished this bout of very sensual sex there is a very loud and aggressive knock at the door and I answer it to find Mike standing on the other side of it.

‘Your wife beat Paula black and blue and forced her into a lesbian sex session last night’ Mike alleges loudly and I pull him inside the house before closing the door. Anna has heard all of the accusation and steps out into the hall to confront Mike directly.

‘Firstly Mike I did not beat Paula black and blue. She has asked you previously if you would punish her because it helps her to keep her temper under control but you have refused to do it for her so we have provided this service for Paula. You have refused to do it because you know full well that if she gains her self-confidence then she will see you for the spineless, manipulative little boy that you are and will dump you quicker than snow off of a dyke so it is in your interests to keep her downtrodden. Second I can assure you that there was no force involved in the sex last night and should you take that allegation any further then I will prove it to be false and take you for every penny that you have. Your behaviour towards Paula has been absolutely abysmal and I can say quite categorically that she deserves much better and if you do not change your attitude towards her then I will be doing everything I can to make sure she gets that someone better. If I had beaten anyone black and blue then it should have been you and not Paula’ Anna says with more dominance and assertiveness than I’d ever seen and Mike froze completely before trying to back out of the allegations he’d made but he only succeeded in digging himself deeper into the hole.

Anna walked up to Mike and even though he was a good bit bigger than she was she had absolutely no problem in manhandling him into the lounge and sent me for all of our punishment implements. I returned quickly with them keen to see what was happening but also keen to ensure that Anna was safe although my fears were unfounded because she was standing directly in front of Mike who was quivering like a jelly standing naked from the waist down.

‘If you want to keep Paula as a girlfriend then you are going to have to become much more respectful and supportive towards her Mike and to help you with this process I am going to highlight each of your faults and the improvements that are needed driving the point home with a cane. Then Ken will phone Paula who will come to this house to accept your apology and promise of improvement. Do you understand me you little shite!’ Anna said with a calmness which frightened even me but strangely aroused me at the same time, ‘Ken will you phone Paula and have her come here as soon as she can. You will find her personal mobile number in my mobile’.

Anna looked at me and then the canes and I understood what she was after. To the best of my knowledge she’d never used a cane in her life before so she wanted me to select the easiest one for her to use. I picked out a fairly short and stiff cane because this would be the easiest for Anna to aim because it stayed in a fairly true arc on the downswing and it also had a handle on it which would make it easier for Anna to grip. I placed the cane into her hand and whispered, ‘imagine that you are playing a single handed forehand drive on the tennis court’ in her ear because Anna had played a lot of tennis in the past and the actions would almost mirror themselves. I watched the first couple of strokes land across Mike’s bottom before giving Paula a ring explaining what Mike had accused Anna of and what exactly was happening to him now.

‘I’ll be right over Ken. Make sure that Anna leaves some space on his bottom for me’ was the final comment from Paula which I passed on to Anna. Anna continued outlining Mike’s faults and with each stroke of the cane he was getting noisier and noisier but things were about to get much worse for him because Paula was soon in the lounge looking down on him and particularly his bare bottom which was nicely striped.

‘I trust that I have got my point across to you Mike. Paula is here to accept your apology and hear how you are going to respect and support her from now on’ Anna said sternly.

‘I have absolutely nothing to apologise for and I will not be changing my behaviour’ Mike very stupidly says so Anna hands Paula the cane she’d been using and picks up a very similar cane from our collection before passing on the advice that I’d given her about the tennis technique.

Anna stands on the other side and uses a backhand drive technique so that they can deliver consecutive strokes of the cane until eventually Mike collapsed in a sobbing heap offering up abject apologies to Paula but something had snapped inside her and she refused to accept these apologies.

‘I have known for a long time that you are the cause of many of my problems but I didn’t think that I was strong enough to break away from you. Now I know that I have friends who will look after me and who will nurture me so that I get the best out of myself and you are not worth the grief. We are finished and I don’t want to see you ever again’ Paula said strongly.

Mike picked up his clothes and left but Paula remained and as soon as Mike was gone she burst into tears so was pulled into a cuddle by Anna and for the next few months she lived with us as she put her life back together again getting an incredible amount of support in the process and also regular discipline from Anna for personal matters and a little bit from me for work matters but the improvement in Paula’s temperament at work was a wonder to behold with the support that Anna was offering.

New fitness regime

I am a rugby player and play for both the local club and  my school team in the 1st XV’s for both and with the rugby club I am by far and away the youngest player on the team which also made me the stand out player on the school team. I tended to use the games with my school teams as practise matches for the club games and because of that they were good fun although very competitive as well because we had an excellent reputation for our rugby team although our halo had slipped a bit of late and moved through to one of the private schools in Edinburgh. At the end of my fifth year at school our Head Coach for the rugby team retired from his position as Head of the Physical Education department and there was a keen interest amongst the rugby teams as to who would replace him because they would automatically become our new Head Coach.

I was a little surprised and a little disappointed, and I imagined so were most of the players, when the school appointed Miss Bradley to the role. We knew that Miss Bradley was a hockey internationalist for Scotland so she was a top quality athlete but there was no indication of any knowledge or love for rugby in her background so we wondered what would happen to our team. Miss Bradley’s first actions on taking over the rugby team didn’t inspire us with a lot of confidence either because she decided that our training and fitness regimes needed to be changed radically. For fitness and agility she brought in two new activities. The first of these was a very tough aerobics class followed by gymnastics and we all found both of these very strange and difficult but did try our best to follow our instructions, even when opponents found out and used the information to really wind us up.

If the first change was tough the second was even tougher. Our school is situated on the edge of town and on the doorstep of a steep and fairly significant hill. It had a good wide path on it all the way to the top and was generally pretty quiet. In her first week Miss Bradley set up a run up this hill to improve our overall fitness and stamina. It was a lung busting run for all of us but to her credit Miss Bradley did the run as well. She was the only one with any breath left in her body when we were at the top and she used this to good effect.

‘This run will be a weekly occurrence as part of your new training regime and you have all been timed up the hill. This time will become your benchmark time and from next week I will expect you all to beat your benchmark every week and should you fail to do so you will receive one stroke of the wooden paddle for each second that you are behind your time when you are all at the top of the hill. Also to inspire effort from you all the person who is last to the top of the hill, regardless of whether they have beaten their time or not, will receive a paddling as well. This paddling will be ten strokes more than the person who has been furthest behind their benchmark time’.

None of us had the energy within us to complain at this turn of events but no-one would have anyway because they would have been marked down amongst the team as a wimp and that would be very humiliating. I had been in the middle of the group in this first run but I had put a lot of effort into the run so I knew that my benchmark time would be really challenging. Had I known what Miss Bradley’s plans had been I would have taken things a bit easier to give myself an easier ride in future weeks and so would have everyone else which was why Miss Bradley had not revealed this fact until we were at the top of the hill showing a decided cleverness. We were only excused these fitness activities if we were injured and could furnish medical proof of this fact.

In the subsequent weeks I found it impossible to match my benchmark time never mind beat it so was always paddled but then 90% of the squad were in this position as well. It was a very heavy wooden paddle that Miss Bradley had and she was a real demon with it always seeming to land the strokes perfectly squarely on the bottom so that the sound was awesome and the pain even more so. As we neared the top of the hill each week there was a real scramble to avoid being last because that could mean a very high number of strokes and real pain for the person on the receiving end. Miss Bradley carried out the punishments in front of the squad to add an element of public humiliation to them but it also had the effect of making the recipient try to be as stoical as they could be even though everyone knew just how painful it was.

Both of these activities did have a big impact on our fitness, strength and agility which meant that we were able to compete fully for the full 80 minutes of the game and more if need be which contributed to us winning more games than we had done previously. What impressed me just as much was the knowledge that Miss Bradley displayed for the finer points of rugby during our actual rugby training sessions. She liked to play an attacking game with lots of passing and running which I certainly enjoyed and it allowed my skills to be fully displayed. To be fair our former coach had also tried to let us play this way but our fitness wasn’t really up to it at that point. As a result we won most of our games and even beat the team from Edinburgh who had taken our crown on their home territory. My coaches at the rugby club were really impressed with the changes that Miss Bradley had brought about in my fitness and they spoke to her about them and I was dreading them putting them in place at the club as well. They did take many elements of them but obviously didn’t use the additional motivation of corporal punishment with us.

One week I was feeling very jaded after a particularly hard but good game for my club and decided to duck out of the training at school. I told Miss Bradley that I had picked up an ankle injury while playing for my club but didn’t have the medical proof as I hadn’t gone to the club doctor at the end of the game to get any. Miss Bradley took this at face value as she knew that I did play for the club but then I was caught twice times over.

Firstly Miss Bradley spoke to my coach at the club and he told her that I had played an absolutely brilliant game and definitely had not been injured at the end of it. Secondly and just to make things abundantly clear to Miss Bradley she spotted me playing a game of 5-a-side football that evening when she was doing her own hockey training but I didn’t see her so I was completely unaware that I was in trouble when I went in to school the following morning. At morning break I was summoned by Miss Bradley to her room.

‘Ken I know you were lying to me about the injury yesterday. I spoke to your club coach and then saw you playing football last night so there is no point trying to deny it’.

‘I’m sorry Miss Bradley I wasn’t injured but I was very tired after the game for my club and knew that I would have been a long way of my benchmark time in the run up the hill and didn’t want to take the paddling that would have resulted from that fact. I know I shouldn’t have done it and shouldn’t have lied to you either. What are you going to do about it?’ I asked.

‘I am going to punish you severely for both skipping training and for lying to me. The punishment for skipping training is that you are dropped from the team for the next 2 games. However the more serious offence was lying to me and that will attract a more severe and direct punishment. We will be doing the hill run after school during your detention and as well as your benchmark time you will also be timed against me. Each second behind me will equate to one stroke of the paddle and the normal rules will apply for your benchmark time. Following this we will return to the gym and you will do the aerobics and gymnastics session. I will be marking you closely for both effort and results in this and any marks that you gain from this will be added to those that you have earned from your run. These will be given to you after you have showered and then I am going to cane you. I am not going to tell you how many strokes of the cane you are going to get because at this moment in time I do not know how many you will receive. I will simply cane you until I know that you have learnt your lesson and will never repeat these offences in the future’.

I knew that Miss Bradley meant every word and for the rest of the day I was very nervous and cursing my stupidity for trying to lie to her in the first place. It was a help in a way to be chasing Miss Bradley up the hill but even with this I was still forty two seconds behind her at the top of the hill although I had beaten my benchmark time by ten seconds. This time therefore became my new benchmark but it didn’t reduce my punishment in anyway. I chose to run down the hill as this gave me a little rest before the start of the aerobics and gymnastic work which to her credit Miss Bradley matched exercise for exercise. I was dripping with sweat by the end of this having put in as much effort into it as I had in my body but this still wasn’t quite good enough for Miss Bradley as she awarded me a further thirty strokes of the paddle for failed exercises. This would be the worst paddling that I had ever had as I had never had the misfortune to be last during the hill run when this number of strokes was easily possible.

I was sent to shower and was told to return to the gym completely naked in readiness for my punishment. I had a very cold shower to cool my body down from the exertions of the exercise and to ease some of the tired muscles particularly in my legs but I soon discovered that this wasn’t the most sensible approach I could have taken because it meant that my bottom was cold for the start of the paddling when it would have been better to already be hot. I was instructed to bend over the gym horse and to count each of the swats of the paddle.

‘Any failure to count or mistakes with your count will see that stroke being ignored and given again’ I was told.

A very fiery heat built up in my bottom from the very first stroke of the paddle because it seemed as if Miss Bradley was really trying to imprint a lesson on my brain that I would never forget. They all seemed even harder than those she gave when out on the hill and this amazed me because I wouldn’t have said it was possible at those times. I had to concentrate hard so as not to lose my count particularly as we were into the forties and fifties because the pain was all encompassing by that point. By the end of the paddling my bottom already felt as if it was heavily bruised and very hard in the middle areas where the paddle had seemed to land almost every time. I watched Miss Bradley as she came back from her office flexing and swishing the cane through the air and it was a frightening sight and sound particularly as I remembered her words about not telling me how many strokes I was going to get. A real lump of fear came to my throat and I hoped that it wouldn’t be too many strokes that I would receive but I sensed that Miss Bradley would know exactly how many were needed to teach me the required lesson and that she would give them all to me.

‘As I said this morning Ken I do not know how many strokes you are going to get so there is no need to count these’. These words did nothing to diminish the fear that I was feeling.

The sting from first stroke of the cane was like nothing that I had ever felt before and I gave a sharp yelp from the sheer intensity of it. Very quickly I lost track of the number of strokes that I had received as my brain concentrated on the pain and wished that it would end but it didn’t as Miss Bradley relentlessly caned me. I could never really prepare myself for the next stroke either because Miss Bradley kept varying her pattern of strokes. Sometimes giving me one and letting me savour it and at other times giving me five or six strokes in quick succession. I didn’t know which of the strategies was worse. Tears were running down my cheeks during the caning which must have gone on for a good ten minutes at least.

‘Have you learnt your lesson Ken?’ Miss Bradley asked.

I certainly had learnt my lesson and deeply regretted lying to her and knew that it would never happen again but from somewhere a voice said.

‘Please will you give me another six strokes Miss Bradley’ it must have been my voice because there was only the two of us in the gym hall but it certainly wasn’t something that I was consciously aware of wanting.

‘I certainly will Ken’ Miss Bradley said and proceeded to deliver them very slowly and methodically and I counted them off silently.

‘Thank you Miss Bradley’ I said after the last one had been delivered. With that I was dismissed from the gym and then found that being dropped for the next two games was almost as bad a punishment. I certainly didn’t lie to Miss Bradley again and I didn’t miss a training session even if I did have a slight injury or was feeling tired from a game so it had taught me the required lesson.

Infidelity

A big group of lads from our work have gone out to celebrate the birthday of a colleague and we end up in a sex club and I know I really shouldn’t be here because Joanna would have a fit if she knew I was here. All of the girls are very attractive and the acts that they are putting on are very raunchy and they often pull out a volunteer from the audience to participate or to tease. Our group was close to the edge of the stage and as soon as a girl called Hayley stepped onto the stage my pulse began to race and my cock started to grow because she was absolutely gorgeous. Looking up at her Hayley appeared to be at least six feet tall in her thigh-high boots with needlepoint heels. Hayley’s sumptuous bottom was clad in very tight and very short shorts that had a real shine to them but it was her corseted upper body that caught my attention even more. In her right hand Hayley held a riding crop and in her left hand she was holding a pair of handcuffs.

I was mesmerised and turned on by the whole package that was standing on the stage and when Hayley was scanning the audience with her dark, intense eyes looking for a victim to bring up onto stage many men shrunk back into their seats but when she flitted her eyes over me I held her gaze. With the riding crop Hayley pointed directly at me and then pointed to a point directly in front of her on the stage indicating that I should join her on the stage much to the amusement of my colleagues. I was pushed down onto my knees on the stage by Hayley and she started to wrap her body around me slowly stripping me out of my shirt and tie to reveal a tanned and toned chest complete with a piercing in one of my nipples. Hayley played with this piercing making me moan with a combination of pain and pleasure before she cuffed my wrists behind my back.

Hayley helped me to my feet before she removed my trousers and boxer shorts leaving me standing naked and very erect. Hayley teased the tab of her crop over my cock and balls before she turned me round and placed a couple of strokes of the crop on my bottom bringing sighs from me. Hayley sat me down on a chair in the centre of the stage and she started to reveal her perfect body to the audience and to me before pushing her bottom into my face for me to kiss it, which I was very happy to do. After I had kissed all of Hayley’s bottom she pushed back even further and I found myself smothered and it was only when I started to struggle that Hayley released me but I was about to discover that it was far from the end of my involvement with her.

Hayley pulled me to my feet and led me off the stage to her dressing room where she locked the door behind us. I was pushed face down onto the bed that was in the room and found myself being tied to the bed with soft ropes.

‘I wonder what Joanna will make of this’ Hayley remarks casually putting the fear of god into me and when I look up at Hayley I see the wicked smile on her face.

‘This is a part-time sideline for me but during the day I work in the same office as Joanna and she has always commented on how wonderful you are as a boyfriend but I guess you’ve just blown this reputation clean out of the window by visiting this club and then joining me on stage never mind actually worshipping my bottom in public’ Hayley says before placing the crop down across my lower back. I struggle against the ropes but the knots are completely secure and I’m going nowhere. I watch Hayley picking up her mobile phone and calling Joanna but the conversation is whispered so I can’t hear a word that is being said. About thirty minutes later there is a knock on the door and Hayley answers it. I see Joanna stepping into the room with a look of thunder on her face.

‘Thank you very much for looking after him Hayley’ Joanna says before giving Hayley a kiss on each cheek. Joanna steps over to me and picks up the crop that is still lying in the small of my back. Without a word having passed between us Joanna lashes the crop down hard into my bottom making me squeal.

‘As it was Hayley that has experienced your infidelity I am prepared to give you a second chance because I am sure that this is the first time you have been unfaithful and it will certainly be the last because there are going to be changes in our relationship. From now on you will be my slave and you will be wearing my underwear at all times so that even if you do think of being unfaithful the object of your desires will know that you are nothing but a sissy boy. Then when you are at home you will be fully dressed as a woman and you will be my maid. All of the domestic chores will be your responsibility and I will inspect them rigorously punishing you stringently for any fault but I will also punish you purely for my own pleasure as well’ Joanna explains punctuating almost every word with a hard lash of the crop on my bottom and thighs. At least this meant that I still had a future with Joanna even if it was going to be a very painful one.

‘Hayley, I don’t suppose you have a butt plug available do you?’ Joanna asks.

‘I do Joanna’ Hayley answers.

‘Oh great can I have it to show my unfaithful boyfriend that his body is now mine to do with whatever I please’ Joanna comments with an evil grin on her face. Hayley hands over a butt plug and I watch Joanna lubricating this before she pushes it into my bottom completely ignoring my grunts and groans.

‘That had better stay in my slave or you will be thrashed without pity when we get home’ Joanna says as she is untying me from the bed. I find myself being marched out of the club to Joanna’s car where I am thrown into the boot.

‘You are more than welcome to come and join me anytime you want to help train my new slave’ I hear Joanna telling Hayley before the boot is closed leaving me to my fate.

Research project

My Ph.D. was looking at the use of corporal punishment in Victorian Institutions and society at large with a particular emphasis on the psychological and sociological effects that it had on both the recipient and the chastiser. I have completed a large proportion of my desk research using a wide range of libraries and archives across all parts of the country which had proved to be very fruitful and interesting. Each of the visits had opened my mind to a number of new and different ideas to explore in the thesis and it was always interesting to revisit my earlier research in light of these ideas although it did mean that the project was taking longer than I would have wanted. Early in my planning I had found out about a museum in the heart of Yorkshire which was a former ‘Workhouse’ and ‘House of Correction’. This was particularly interesting for me because it was in the process of being completely restored to reflect this part of British history and all of the original paperwork had been discovered in a locked basement of the building.

I knew that I would have to visit this museum and had been trying to schedule a visit with the curator of the museum, Miss Carter, for some time but it was proving difficult to get our diaries to coincide. I had provided Miss Carter with a synopsis of my work to date and also my university credentials to prove that I was a genuine researcher as I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had gotten quite a lot of supposed researchers wanting to visit. In the end we did find a week during March when our diaries coincided so I booked myself some accommodation in a local hotel and this meant that it would be my last research visit prior to sitting down to write the thesis itself. I completed some desk research prior to the visit and also started to draft out sections of the thesis which went with me in both hard copy and on my laptop.

I was very pleased when I met Miss Carter or Emma as she insisted I call her, as she was very helpful from the first time I met her and it didn’t surprise me to find that she had a background in Librarianship as opposed to the Archives profession. I had generally found that archivists were more concerned with the preservation of their materials rather than the use of them whereas librarians were very much interested in the use of their resources but with an eye on preservation which had always made it more useful working in library collections. As the visit was out of season and the museum was closed Emma was the only member of staff working at the moment and I guessed she would be about the same age as me making her early twenties. Emma was very pretty as well which would make it nice to work with her for a week. She was tall and slim with an attractive mane of gorgeous red hair and a pale complexion that highlighted her perfect and almost translucent skin. Emma’s passion and enthusiasm for her collections came through within seconds of meeting her and after chatting generally for a bit Emma showed me to a vacant office that connected with her own and told me that I could work there for the week.

Emma gave me a detailed account of the history of the Institution as we were sitting in her office and I was taking extensive notes as she explained that this had been one of the pioneering Institutions of its type with a workhouse being combined with a house of correction to cover both minor criminals, vagrants and the destitute. This had enabled it to have a large, and captive, workforce which it used to become an economic powerhouse in the area making its founders a lot of money and also benefitting the local economy generally. At the time it was unusual because the work was genuinely useful but it was very hard and the targets for each individual inmate were set high. This hard work was combined with very strict discipline and the founders of the Institution were very concerned by the apparent breakdown in society. They believed that this was caused by a movement away from the Church and the increasing availability of alcohol so these were recurring themes within the Institution.

Emma explained that all of the records from the setting up of the Institution through to its closure seventy years later had been kept in one of the basement rooms where they were perfectly preserved. A core set of the inmate, staff, financial and operational records had already been digitised and within the next year she hoped to have all of the records available digitally. Also included within the records were the political records retained by the founders and Emma also hoped to digitise these but she was seeking the permission of the families prior to doing this. Emma explained that these records were going to form the heart of the website she was developing for the museum and she showed me where I could access the records that were already available digitally on the computer that was in this office because I was allowed to use it.

After this introduction Emma took me on a tour of the parts of the museum that had already been restored explaining that most of the material in these areas was original to the building which was very interesting. We started with one of the standard cells for the inmates of the Institution because as Emma said there was no distinction made between those who were at the workhouse and those who were at the house of correction once they were within the building. Each cell was very small and bare except for a hard wooden bunk with a very thin mattress and one oil lamp on the solitary table which also had a bible sitting on it. A pail was in the corner of the room and this was the sole sanitation facilities within the room and this had to be washed out each morning by the inmate themselves at the same time as they washed themselves in icy cold water in the communal bathrooms on each floor of the building. My immediate impression of this was just how bleak this was and how difficult it must have been to cope when the doors were closed and locked each night as the cells were all solo occupancy.

One of the workrooms was next and the first thing that I saw when I entered was the large rule painted on the wall. “Silence will be maintained at all times. Inmates will only speak when spoken to or when in Church.” This enhanced my impression of bleakness from the cells and would be something further to explore in my research within this Institution and generally. I then took in the sheer size of the space as it really was cavernous and Emma explained that there were four workrooms each of the same size within the Institution and they could be used for any of the tasks determined by the institute staff which changed periodically to provide the most economic benefits for the Institution. Examples of the work included laundry, weaving, and oakum picking all of which were physically strenuous and each inmate had targets assigned to them which took account of age but not gender. These targets were designed to be just within the capability of a good worker for a full 12 hour day of toil as that was what the working day was for everyone. It started at 7.30am and finished at 8.30pm with 30 minutes break for lunch and dinner during the day. I asked what happened to inmates who failed to meet the targets that had been assigned to them.

‘A first failure saw the inmate lose one of their meal breaks for the following days until the missed target was made up. Consistent failure, which was defined as more than three times in a month, led to severe corporal punishment being applied to the inmate. The only time that this working regime was not applied was when the inmate had been sentenced to a spell within the punishment area and this sanction could be applied for anything. Most commonly it was for repeatedly failing to meet targets, breaking the silence rule, self-pleasure and other breaches of the disciplinary code. Work was not possible during this time because inmates were only let out of their cells for thirty minutes each day to clean out their buckets. The records indicate that there was no leniency given on either age or gender grounds’. This lack of leniency on age or gender grounds certainly backed up the research that I had already completed.

Our tour of the building ended in the punishment area which occupied the whole of a second but linked building. It was a large space and even though it had not been used as a punishment area for a long time it still had a very bleak outlook as there were only a few very high windows each of which was heavily barred. A large number of punishment cells were the first thing that was encountered on entering this building and Emma showed me one of these. It was even smaller and more confined than the standard cells and the bed was just the same but the mattress appeared even thinner. Within this cell was a harness that was fitted to anyone who was in the punishment area for the crime of self-pleasure and it certainly would have prevented this and must have been incredibly uncomfortable to wear as it was for the duration of the stay. On the table there were a bible and a box with a handle protruding from each side. I was curious about this and Emma offered up an explanation.

‘Each handle is attached to a cup and the box itself is filled with sand. As a replacement for the work anyone sentenced to a punishment has to complete a set number of rotations of these handles each day and the box has a counter that records each rotation and cannot be tampered with by the inmate. These targets are even harder and if they are not met then the target is increased for the following day because the missing rotations are added to the daily total and corporal punishment is applied for each and every failure to meet the target which makes this an especially tough regime’. I went to turn the handles and was surprised by just how much effort it took and this demonstrated just how tough this regime really was and I wondered what the records would show in relation to repeat visits to the punishment area.

Punishment cells took up just over half of this building and the remainder of the area was the punishment room itself and when we entered this the size of it struck me as did the array of benches and posts which certainly meant that many people could be punished at the same time if it was wished to do so. Emma indicated that there was also space for a small audience to witness the punishments if it was deemed appropriate to do so and many times it was particularly in the case of those entering the house of correction for the first time. Emma took me over to a series of large cabinets at one end of the room and when she opened these for me I saw a vast number of different punishment implements of many different types all of which had been made to the exact specifications contained in the original documentation.

‘All staff of the Institution were skilled in the application of each of these implements and they all took turns working in the punishment room and from the documentation it seemed that they all found it a very satisfying task. At all times each member of staff carried a heavy leather tawse and this was used for even the most minor infractions within the work area or the cells so punishment was a very routine part of the regime’.

This ended the tour and it was lunchtime so Emma asked me if I would like to join her for lunch before I started to work on the documents. This was an offer that I was very happy to accept and in one of the local pubs Emma quizzed me extensively about my research to date and what my thoughts on it were. It was heartening to hear that she agreed with many of my initial conclusions and she added some thoughts of her own which I would certainly consider when looking at my findings. After lunch Emma left me alone to get on with my work and I started to look at some of the digitised documents but my mind wouldn’t really settle to it so I decided to revisit the punishment room to see if I could put myself in the position of someone facing a punishment in the room hoping that this might settle my mind a bit.

As I entered the room I felt a chill arising from the aura of the room and even though I had nothing to fear a very distinct shiver ran down my spine. I imagined that the fear must have been very real and very intense on your first visit to the room and I doubted whether it would get any better on subsequent visits because although the fear of the unknown would have gone it would have been replaced with fear based on actual experience which in this instance was probably worse. I walked over to one of the taller benches and placed my ankles into the stocks before bending forward over the block. I clipped one of my wrists into the leather cuff before closing my eyes and visualising being bare bottomed and waiting for the first stroke of punishment to land. My visualisation was good as I used it regularly before rugby matches so I had a feeling of utter dread mixed with a sense of urgency wanting to get the punishment over with.

I only came out of the visualisation and back to reality when my other wrist was fastened tightly into the cuff by Emma who moved in front of me and I saw she was holding a tawse from one of the cabinets. I knew that I had lost the chance to struggle but instinctively I tried it particularly as I felt Emma lowering my jeans and trunks. Emma’s response to these struggles was very simple.

‘Some practical experience of what it is like to be punished will benefit your research enormously!’ I couldn’t fault the logic of her argument but didn’t want to experience it and this only got worse when Emma next spoke.

‘Inmate you have been sentenced to twenty four strokes of the number two tawse for repeatedly being workshy. The punishment will now commence’.

This was a completely new experience for me as I’d never been punished in my life before and I didn’t need to visualise the fear that I was feeling at this moment because I was utterly petrified as Emma rested the tawse across my bottom. It felt very heavy and very narrow as it was sitting there although it didn’t sit for very long because it was soon drawn away and then brought back down very quickly. It landed very hard with a loud smack and for a fraction of a second I didn’t feel anything but then a wave of pain assailed me and I strained every muscle in my body as I tried to escape from the bonds holding me to the bench but none of them gave even an inch. The second stroke seemed to be even harder and this time the pain was immediate and it was followed by a loud cry. By the sixth stroke tears were flowing quite freely and I felt as if my bottom was on fire. As the punishment continued a treacherous thought started to invade my brain that perhaps I actually deserved this punishment for some of the things that I had gotten away with when I was at school. By the fifteenth stroke although the heat and pain were still very real and flared with each stroke there was also a stirring of arousal from the ache that was building in my body. There were no physical signs of the arousal but it was definitely there and I was shocked by it. I wondered if it would come through in my research or whether it was just that I had discovered a turn-on that had been very deeply buried within me. My thoughts on this were abruptly stopped by the last few strokes of the punishment because for these Emma worked very low down on my bottom where the skin seemed to be particularly sensitive and each of these brought a howl from me.

After the final stroke Emma replaced the tawse in the cabinet which gave me a chance to recover slightly and to realise that I had ‘found’ myself in a sexual sense. Emma herself pulled my trunks and trousers up before slowly releasing me from my bonds and I dried away the tears before she led me to her office where there was a full length mirror in the corner.

‘You may use the mirror to look at your bottom if you wish Ken’ Emma said and I was intrigued by what it would look like so I took advantage of the offer.

It was scarlet all over with some purple flecks over it where the edges and ends of the tails had landed particularly on my right flank and also where strokes had been repeated there was a bluish tinge to the skin indicating that it was already beginning to bruise. I lightly touched both cheeks with my hand and was amazed by the heat and there was also a distinct hardness in certain places. As I was looking at, and feeling, the damage the mental arousal that I had been feeling started to become a physical arousal and my cock began to stir. I covered myself up at this point but the rather enigmatic smile that Emma gave me suggested that she had seen it. Emma had been right about it benefiting my research though as I spent the rest of the afternoon documenting my feelings about everything that had taken place including the arousal. Analysing these notes gave me some new threads to look for in the material that I had already collected and would look for in the current collections. I also added a question in my notes to look for any evidence that the chastisers also derived enjoyment and arousal from what they were doing.

Emma came to lock up just after 4pm and she invited me to join her for a drink and this time she led me to another of the local pubs. This one had lots of secluded alcoves and after getting a drink we go to one of these and I sit down carefully bringing a grin to Emma’s face.

‘So Emma do you punish all of the researchers that visit the museum?’ I ask to start the conversation in a light hearted fashion and to show her that I was not unhappy at what she had done.

‘No. I just thought that since you had so kindly put yourself in that position for me I would give you a practical demonstration of what punishment is like and to treat myself to what was a lovely bottom. Anyway you are only the second genuine researcher to visit the collection. So what did you think of the punishment then?’ Emma asks with that same enigmatic smile from earlier in the afternoon.

‘I couldn’t settle to researching the documents so went down to the punishment room to visualise what it would be like to be waiting there for punishment for the very first time. I was deep in a visualisation so was completely unaware of your presence until you clipped my other wrist into the cuff and then the fear that I had been visualising became incredibly real because I had never been punished in my life before. The first few strokes were absolute agony and I hadn’t felt anything like it in my life even during some of the hardest rugby matches I have played but then as you continued from somewhere I started to think about some of the things I’d gotten away with at school and some of the other things I’ve done in my life and treacherously started to think that I actually deserved the punishment. It was interesting that you chose to punish me for being ‘workshy’ because that was certainly one of the things that teachers would have said about me at school. Then even more surprisingly I started to feel a mental arousal as you continued the punishment although there were no physical signs of it at the time but it was definitely there and by the end of the punishment I knew that I had found myself sexually because while I have always loved sex I have particularly loved it when the woman takes control and I’m sure that combining this with the pain of punishment would be very explosive for me. Your last few strokes were incredibly hard again but when I was looking at my bottom the mental arousal became physical as well and I’m sure you saw the slight stirring in my cock as I thought about what you had done to me. I spent the rest of the afternoon noting down my feelings to see if I could find any evidence for them in my research and to provide me with an insight and one question I will be looking for is whether there is any evidence of arousal or enjoyment on the part of people giving punishment. Were you aroused when you were punishing me?’ I asked Emma.

‘I most certainly was aroused by punishing you because as I said you have a lovely bottom and it took the punishment really well. I would never have said that it was your first time that was how well you took it. I was incredibly wet by the time I put the tawse away and then when I saw you inspecting the marks and the growth in your cock I got even hornier and it was a real struggle not to come over and play with your cock there and then. I ended up going to one of the cells and played with myself over and over again until it was time to lock up’ Emma answered with the smile on her face again.

We stayed in the pub for another drink and then I suggested that we go and get some dinner at my hotel and over dinner we really started to get to know each other and a very strong chemistry formed between us and I asked her about her job because she clearly loved it.

‘I had been working in libraries in the area when I heard about this museum and the fact that they were looking for someone to run it and develop it but didn’t have that much money so I thought I’d stick in an application as I felt like I needed a new challenge. When I took on the job I had an interest and some experience of corporal punishment from spankings I’d received from my mother and spankings I’d given to a couple of boyfriends but seeing all the stuff here deepened this interest and since then I’ve given quite a few more punishments whenever the opportunity arises. I have brought in quite a bit of funding to digitise the papers from the museum and am well on the way to making it the centrepiece of the local tourist industry but I’m also planning to extend this by developing ‘live’ demonstrations of what life was like for inmates of the Institution’. I was intrigued by this but Emma moved the conversation back towards me.

‘Ken is there a girlfriend in your life at the moment?’ Emma asked as we were sitting in the hotel bar after having a lovely dinner.

‘No there isn’t Emma’ I answered and I turned round to give her a kiss which Emma reacted to and we were soon snogging and decided it was time to move to the more private arena of my room. As soon as we were in the room we started to snog again and this time our hands were all over each other with Emma’s making a beeline for my bottom while mine were also exploring this wonderful part of her anatomy.

‘I want to see what your bottom looks like now Ken’ Emma said and I turned away from her before performing a sexy little strip to reveal it to her.

‘It still looks wonderfully red and sore. I think I will massage some cream into it’ Emma said before planting a kiss on each cheek. I stripped completely letting Emma see my fully toned physique for the first time and she also got to see my cock properly for the first time and having been snogging her it was already pretty well hard and I noticed her eyeing it up and down. I was taken by the wicked little smile that was on her face and then I watched her strip herself down to her underwear, ‘so the cream doesn’t ruin my clothes’ was her reason but I certainly wasn’t complaining because the view was gorgeous and I could feel my cock growing even more. I lay face down on the bed and Emma sat down on the bed beside me and started to use very soft hands to work in layers of a very luxurious hand cream into my bottom before they danced down the back of my legs. Her touch had become very teasing particularly as she worked on my inner thighs and eventually I couldn’t stand it any longer and rolled over onto my side so that I could take hold of Emma and pull her down into a tight embrace.

We kissed with great passion and my hands worked down inside her knickers to get to her pussy which was very wet and I started to finger her until she climaxed noisily and then she very quickly stripped herself out of her knickers and bra while I rolled a condom down my rock hard cock. Emma lowered her tight pussy down onto my cock before riding me very energetically for a few minutes before rolling off of me onto the bed demanding that I fuck her. I was incredibly turned on and gave Emma the hard fucking that she was demanding of me until eventually I couldn’t hold on any longer and climaxed explosively into the condom which took Emma through to another climax herself. Exhausted we lay on the bed cuddling into each other for a while before I decided that I wanted to get a proper taste of Emma’s pussy so I licked my way down from her neck over her nipples to her navel and then down to her sex. It was still very wet and I gave it a long lick to get a proper taste of the juices and they were magical. Without doubt this was my favourite sexual activity and I could have spent hours worshipping Emma’s delicious pussy and clit but after a couple of climaxes she took hold of my head and moved me away.

‘That’s enough for tonight’ she said and patted the bed beside her. Emma stayed the night with me and then we had a shower and breakfast in the morning before I drove Emma to her house so that she could get changed before we both went back to the museum. I know that I found it really difficult to concentrate on any work that day so ended up just doing a couple of mind-maps with my most recent research findings as the graphical nature of them allowed me to almost doodle my way through work. At lunchtime we went to the pub for lunch and we were acting like lovestruck teenagers and not mature sensible adults and that evening Emma came and joined me in the hotel again so I decided to book her into the room to make it official and I knew that I would be able to reclaim the expenditure from my grant anyway. After doing this we went to Emma’s house and she brought clothes for the rest of the week to save repeated journeys back and forward. As the week progressed I know that I was falling completely for Emma and I was sure that the feelings were being reciprocated but at least we were able to be more restrained and get on with some work during the day although at lunchtimes and in the evenings it was obvious that we were in the first throes of a relationship as we just couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

I had finished all of my research late on the Thursday afternoon but I still went into the museum on the Friday morning as I wanted to be with Emma for as long as possible and I had a suspicion that she also wanted me around and that she was planning something as it was going to be my last day. I was going to find it a real bind having to go back to Edinburgh early tomorrow morning regardless of whether Emma wanted to continue the relationship or not. I spent the morning doing some design work for the museum website and lose track of time so am surprised when Emma turns to me and adopts a very formal tone.

‘Inmate you have been sentenced to two weeks in punishment detention for your constant disrespect of authority, disobedience and striking an officer in addition to being consistently workshy. I have never encountered such a catalogue of offences in an inmate and as such your period in punishment detention will start and end with one hour of severe corporal punishment. You shall present yourself in the punishment room immediately and await further instructions’.

Nervously I make my way to the punishment room and stand with my hands held behind my back and head bowed awaiting Emma’s arrival as if I had genuinely offended. Emma left me waiting for some time and all this did was to make my nerves get worse and then when she walked into the room my heart missed a beat. Emma had changed from her jeans and blouse into the uniform of one of the officers from the Institution and her hair had been tied back giving her a very severe appearance and her voice had an incredibly hard edge to it as she barked out her order.

‘Inmate you will strip completely naked and present yourself before the punishment bench’.

I hastened to obey all the time being watched by a very steely eyed Emma.

‘Fold your uniform neatly’ she barked as I left my clothes in a pile on the floor and I found myself all fingers and thumbs with this order. Eventually I took up a position by the bench Emma was standing beside and it was the one from earlier in the week.

‘Inmate you will take your place over the bench’ Emma commanded and I bent over it before she moved round and attached each of the bonds leaving me feeling helpless and very vulnerable.

‘Your punishment will commence with twenty four strokes of the number one tawse for your continued workshy performance’. I watch Emma select the requisite tawse from the cabinet and it was a truly frightening piece of leather. It seemed to be about twice as thick as the number two tawse that had been used on the Monday and also a bit longer but both of these might have been my fear playing tricks on me. Emma didn’t rest this tawse on my bottom before she delivered the first stroke so when it landed I was amazed by how incredibly heavy it was and how loud the smack was. I gave a loud yelp as the pain coursed through me straight away. As the second stroke lands my cry is even louder and I am wondering just how I am going to get through the rest of the punishment because I want to take it all as Emma so obviously wanted to give it and I wanted to please her. I also want to see if I really can take it as that will tell me whether it is going to become a part of my sexual life from here on in. After the third and fourth strokes have landed I realise that while they have been very painful I have coped with them and was starting to look forward to coping with the remainder of the punishment. That my mind had turned itself round so quickly was a surprise to me but I was very glad that it had. Emma worked very methodically through the strokes and apart from the smack of leather against my bottom and the odd gasp from me when she found a particularly sensitive spot there was no sound in the room and it seemed very oppressive.

‘For your disrespect of authority you will receive twenty four strokes of the heavy cane’ Emma stated very calmly and this was taking me into unknown territory again. I see the cane as Emma retrieves it from the cabinet and walks back to her position behind me. My eyes constantly flit between the cane, which looked long and thick, and Emma’s face where there is a very hard look in her eyes both of which made me very nervous. Although the cane had looked very thick in Emma’s hands when she tapped it against my bottom a couple of times it felt very narrow. I closed my eyes and waited for the first stroke. I heard the cane descending as it cut through the air with a deep swish before landing with a loud crack on my bottom. It was a sharper pain than the tawse and I clenched my bottom cheeks to try and ease the sting but it only made it worse. A few seconds later I heard the second stroke descending and I flinched trying to get away from it but it didn’t work because the bonds holding me were very secure.

‘Inmate you will take your punishment properly or the sentence will be increased’ Emma said very sharply.

Again after the fourth stroke had landed I became accustomed to the sensations and was able to accept the punishment much better although I was giving a lot more gasps and yelps with the caning as it was a more intense feeling although not necessarily any more painful than the tawse had been. Whereas the pain from the tawse had seemed to build and linger the cane seemed to flare up quickly but then the worst of the sting dissipated fairly rapidly. I wondered if Emma was trying to cut me in two with every stroke and towards the end of the caning she was working across existing stripes and these seemed to bite even more deeply into my bottom and I wondered just how I would ever be able to sit down comfortably again. I had no concept of how long I had been over the bench as it felt like hours in some ways but only minutes in other ways. I watched Emma return the cane to the cabinet and I thought that I could see some blood on it which wouldn’t have surprised me. I watch Emma bring a birch over to me and I gulped inwardly as this was always reserved for serious offences according to the records that I had been studying during the week.

‘For your continued disobedience of the rule of silence you will now receive twenty four strokes of the heavy birch’ Emma told me with the same hard edge to her voice that had been there since she entered the room. I closed my eyes again as I awaited the first stroke. When it arrived it was incredible and very difficult to describe. It was like being hit by half a dozen canes milliseconds apart and the sting from it was phenomenal because it was landing in areas that had already been heavily punished by the tawse and the cane. From the very first stroke this time I was able to just let the sensations wash through me without trying to fight them in any way which made it all the more enjoyable for me, although enjoyable probably wasn’t the correct expression. I was reacting to each of the strokes with a little gasp and while there certainly wasn’t any arousal mental or physical by now I still felt as if this was ‘me’ and was something that I would have to explore in the future.

‘Inmate you will now be released from this horse but this does not signify the end of your punishment only a change in position. Should you try to escape you will fail. Should you try to disobey my orders you will also fail to disrupt the punishment and both will lead to a significant increase in your punishment. Do you understand?’ Emma barked out at me.

‘Yes Officer I understand’ I responded and with that Emma starts to release the bonds but she maintains her Officer role perfectly by showing absolutely no compassion and making sure that there were no gentle or affectionate touches.

‘Inmate, stand!’ As I stood all of the muscles in my bottom changed position and it was incredibly painful leading to me clasping my hands to my bottom.

‘Hands on your head where I can see them’ Emma barked as she walked over to one of the upright whipping posts.

‘Inmate, step forward to the post’ Emma ordered and almost as if I was sleep walking I moved forward to her. Taking hold of my right hand Emma pulled it round to the far side of the post before tying a rope around the wrist. Without prompting I gave her my left wrist when she had finished with the right and she then tied my left wrist before Emma stretched up on her toes and looped the rope around a hook on the post ensuring that I was going nowhere until she wished to release me.

‘Inmate, for striking an officer of the Institution you shall now receive eighteen lashes of the cat-o’-nine tails on your back’ Emma said and for the first time I heard something other than a hardness in her voice and she was looking into my eyes as she said it as if trying to decide on whether to administer this flogging or not. Although I was frightened at the thought of it there was no way that I wanted Emma not to give me the flogging so I gave a little nod of my head and Emma’s seriousness returned.

‘Are you ready Inmate’ Emma barked.

‘’Yes Officer’ I responded much more quietly. My research had told me very clearly that this particular punishment had been reserved for the most serious of offences and on very few occasions did anyone receive a second flogging, Very carefully Emma has not given me any sight of the cat before she uses it and I don’t really hear it coming towards me but I certainly feel it the moment that it lands. I had never felt pain like it in my life and it seemed to force all of the air out of my body with the sheer weight of the impact. I almost imagined that I could feel each of the tails landing individually but I’m sure that this was just an overactive imagination on my part. I struggled to get control of my breathing after this first stroke and Emma waited until I had settled before delivering the second stroke which was equally painful but at least this time I had an idea of what to expect so I had let out a breath just before the stroke landed which at least stopped it being ripped from me with such force and I was able to keep control of it. Emma still left quite a long gap between the strokes though so that I did have a chance to recover and then prepare for the next stroke. I was having a fight with myself throughout the flogging but despite this I still wasn’t wishing for it to end and would have stayed in position for as long as Emma wanted me there. I had completely lost track of the number of strokes that I’d received as my brain had been completely overwhelmed by the pain so I only realised that the flogging had finished when Emma stepped up to my body and placed a kiss on the nape of my neck and then on my cheek.

‘That was absolutely wonderful Ken, thank you so much for letting me do that to you’ Emma whispered in my ear with real tenderness in her voice. She went and placed the cat in its cabinet before coming back to me and standing holding my head in her hands as my breathing returned to a normal pattern. This tender contact and the occasional gentle kisses that Emma was placing on my face were melting my heart and I knew that I had found the woman that I wanted to share my life with and would have to talk to her about it this evening and hope that she felt the same way. Emma removed her hands from my face and expertly untied my wrists bringing them gently down to her shoulder level where she gave them a brief massage to make sure that I had some feeling in them which I did. I took a step back from the post and then pulled my hands free of Emma’s grasp so that I could put my hands around her shoulders and pull her into a deep hug.

‘Thank you Emma that was brilliant. I loved every minute of it and you were absolutely brilliant in your role as an Officer’ I whispered in her ear before giving her a kiss on the lips that soon became a very passionate snog. Emma led me through to one of the punishment cells and laid me face down on the bunk.

‘Stay there Ken. I will be back in a minute or two to tend to your marks’ Emma said before leaving me with a kiss on the nape of my neck. As I lay there waiting for her return wonderful thoughts of the punishment and of Emma ran through my head and I became very happy, relaxed and very sleepy. Emma wasn’t gone for very long and returned with a basin of warm water, a soft towel and a first aid kit. Her touch was incredibly gentle and having washed off my back and bottom she saw that there wasn’t much need for the first aid kit and instead she massaged in some of her hand cream to try and soften the skin particularly on my bottom.

‘I won’t be doing any more work today Ken. Are you fit to go back to the hotel now or would you rather rest here for a while’ Emma asked.

‘I’m fine and would love to go to the hotel’ I answered and Emma dressed me very carefully before we walked hand in hand to my car and drove the short distance to the hotel where we bought ourselves a bottle of wine at the bar and took it up to our room and we sat cuddling on the bed while sharing the bottle of wine. Neither of us was saying anything because we were both lost in our thoughts about what had happened this afternoon but the closeness and connection between us was absolutely obvious. It was Emma who spoke first.

‘When we were sharing dinner on the first night I mentioned that I was thinking of doing ‘live’ demonstrations of what life was like for inmates in the Institution and part of that would definitely be authentic corporal punishment as well as examples of the actual work undertaken by inmates. I would be using volunteers for both the inmates and the Officers with me either narrating the scenes or playing the part of an Officer. I would probably try to film these and place them on the web site and the actual punishments would only be available to adults either in person or on the web site. When I punished you this afternoon I had two thoughts in mind. Firstly I really wanted to thrash you after how well you took the punishment on Monday and have been planning it all week hoping that you wouldn’t have second thoughts about being punished. But I also wanted to see just how well you could take a thrashing because I would love you to be one of the inmates during these live demonstrations which would take place one day each month during the opening period of the museum. Would you be interested in this?’

‘I certainly would be interested in being one of the inmates particularly if it is you that is going to be giving out the punishments’ I answered before giving Emma a kiss.

‘In your instance I think I would definitely keep the joy of punishing you all to myself although it might be nice just once to sit back and watch another woman punishing you’ Emma responds and I think that I could handle that.

After a very romantic dinner in one of the restaurants in the town we walk slowly back to the hotel, frequently stopping to kiss, and then sit snuggled up together in the hotel bar for a couple of drinks. It is Emma who decides that it is time to head up to the room and we walk hand in hand up the couple of flights of stairs to the room. I have decided that I would have to say something to Emma and hope that her feelings were as strong as my own.

‘Emma when I first saw you on Monday morning I thought that you were utterly gorgeous and that view certainly hasn’t changed during the week but then you punished me on the Monday afternoon and because that unlocked something in my mind you became even more attractive to me. All through the week I have been falling for you more and more and leaving to go back to Edinburgh tomorrow is going to be really difficult. And then this afternoon happened. When you told me that you were going to punish me I was delighted and nervous. Then you turned up in the uniform of an Officer and played the role perfectly and I knew then that corporal punishment and submission to a female authority figure will have to play a role in my future relationships. As you were holding me at the end of the flogging my heart melted completely and I knew then that I really wanted to be your boyfriend’.

Emma had been sitting looking at me while I was talking and when I stopped she leaned forward and with a grin she gave me a kiss.

‘Ken I did a quick web search on your name prior to your visit and came across some wonderful photographs of you playing rugby for your university team and I thought that you looked very fit in them. When I saw you on Monday I knew that the photographs hadn’t been lying and then when you presented me with an opportunity to punish you on that first day I decided to take a risk and do it hoping that you would not be upset or angry with me. When you told me that night that the punishment had aroused you, then said that you preferred sex when the woman was in control and finally you gave me oral sex without any prompting and would have continued but for me stopping you I thought that all of my dreams had been answered at once. As the week has gone on I have also become really close to you and had you not said anything tonight then I was going to tell you tomorrow morning that I wanted to see you again so to put it simply I would love to have you as my boyfriend’.

Role reversal

Fiona and I have been very happily married for a few years having originally been introduced to each other by a mutual friend in the SM scene who thought that we would make wonderful play partners at one of her regular private parties. At that initial meeting we had played out a very gentle and sensual spanking scene which went down very well with the audience who watched it and left both of us keen to play again and to play a bit harder but neither of us wanted it to be that evening. This was largely because Fiona wanted to check me out and I fully understood and respected her decision helping her by giving her the details of people I’ve played with in the past who would be able to talk to her and there were a number of women at the party who fell into this category. I gave Fiona my contact details and she went off to talk to some people and I didn’t mind if it was about me or not. A couple of days later I got an email from Fiona and she said that she would like to meet me again but purely on a social level to begin with and I was more than happy to take things at her pace.

I called Fiona that evening and we agreed to meet up for coffee on the Saturday afternoon in town and right from the start of the meeting there was an easiness about our interaction and we never discussed our scene interests once in the three hours that we were sharing coffee which suggested to me that there could also be a really good non-scene relationship between us as we are both single. We parted with me promising to call Fiona and I did that the following afternoon when we agreed to meet up for dinner on Friday night so I booked us a table at a lovely little restaurant that I knew well from entertaining clients there. As I’d hoped the dinner went just as well as the coffee had and Fiona invited me back to her house for coffee at the end of the night and this was the first time that we discussed our scene interests. As we were talking I could see why Sarah had thought we would make good play partners as there was a lot of compatibility in our interests and Fiona told me the things that she definitely wouldn’t do and none of these were things I would have done anyway.

‘You should come round to my place next week to see all of my equipment and the space I play in Fiona. This is still by way of introduction and there is no expectation on my part that you will submit to me at this time’ I say as I’m about to leave for the night.

‘That would be lovely Ken. Shall we say Tuesday night at 7.30pm and thank you for the reassurance that you are not expecting me to submit at this time it is appreciated but if we both feel comfortable then I would like to submit to you’ Fiona answers before we part with a kiss to each cheek followed by a lingering kiss on the lips.

My normal play space is the large back room in my house which I have turned into a fully equipped chamber but I can also use the office that I have created for working at home and the luxurious spare bedroom if I want as well. My house also has a large and secluded back garden which leads into a conservatory and then into the lounge. All of this means that I have a lot of flexibility in doing what I want to do with my submissives and it is clear that Fiona has talked to some of the people I have played with in the past because when she comes round to look at the space she talks about specific pieces of equipment that they have experienced in the house. Fiona is very impressed with the spaces and equipment that she sees and instead of playing together we end up sharing dinner in the kitchen and talking about some of the things that we both enjoy both in the scene and out of it. One of my non-scene interests is cooking and Fiona compliments me on these interests at the end of dinner. Fiona loves the idea of being controlled socially and sexually with a fear and love of public exhibitionism so I decide that this is the first thing we will play with and it will be on a trip to the theatre later in the week.

I have instructed Fiona not to wear any underwear under her outfit for the night and as the lights go down in the theatre I conduct an intimate examination of her body with my hands to ensure that she has complied with my instructions. It was very pleasing to discover under the blouse that there was no bra in place and also no knickers under her skirt which had a lovely side split allowing me to get easy access to her body. We are sitting towards the back of the theatre and it is not full but there are enough people in to give Fiona the thought that people might see her.

‘Undo the top four buttons of your blouse’ I whisper in Fiona’s ear and she obeys without any hesitation revealing a tantalising glimpse of her small, firm breasts with their bullet like nipples to anyone who can see in the dark from the stalls above and to the side of us. I leave Fiona like this for the first half of the play and the intermission knowing that she looked just a touch on the sluttish side of sexy. During the second half of the play I took out the small and gentle nipple clamps that I’d brought with me and fitted one to each nipple hearing the small intake of breath from Fiona as each bit closed.

‘You will now button up your blouse Fiona but leave the top two buttons undone’ which tightened the blouse over her breasts and took her back to looking devilishly sexy but not sluttish. While the hardness of her nipples was obvious the clamps are virtually invisible so I leave them on for the remainder of the play and also when we are walking to the pub for a drink after the theatre. I have deliberately selected quite a quiet pub and we are sat in a private corner at the back of the bar. I took a long jewellery box from an inside pocket of my suit jacket and placed it on the table in front of Fiona.

‘You will not open this box until I tell you to do so’ I order Fiona before going to the bar to get us our drinks. I knew Fiona was desperate to see inside the box and as I was at the bar I could see in the mirror at the bar that she had picked it up and was looking at the outside of the box but she didn’t actually open the box which pleased me. I took back the glass of red wine for Fiona and orange juice for myself as I was driving.

‘Fiona you may now remove the nipple clamps’ I said and could see the disappointment on her face at the fact that I wasn’t yet allowing her to open the box. I was sitting directly in front of Fiona so no-one was likely to see her opening a further button of her blouse and reaching inside it to release the clamps giving another sigh as she did so.

‘You will now go to the bathroom and apply these clamps to your pussy’ I instruct knowing that this was something which really turned Fiona on for short periods and it would be short because I was intending to leave once she had finished her glass of wine because I have other plans for her this evening. Again the frustration at not being allowed to see in the box was evident on Fiona’s face but she was doing very well not to say anything about it. Fiona was gone from the table for over ten minutes and has a very flushed appearance when she returns so I can guess what it is she has been up to.

‘Have you been playing with yourself you naughty little girl?’ I ask when she returns and the blush and drop of the head gives me the answer.

‘Yes Sir I have been playing with myself’ Fiona answers sheepishly which doesn’t surprise me in the least as she has been horny all night.

‘You will be spanked for that when we get back home’ I say sternly, ‘you may now open the box that is on the table Fiona’ I finish and she is very eager. I watched the smile spread across Fiona’s face when she saw the contents of the box as inside was a black leather choker covered with a deep layer of sumptuous black velvet for comfort and hanging down from the front is a large piece of black onyx carved into the letter S and outlined by a diamond crust. It is a piece of jewellery that one of my friends had made for me a number of years ago in payment for doing all of the photography for her wedding and website, a pleasure that I still do for her.

‘This is a present from me to you my darling slave’ I say because that is what it is rather than being a collar for Fiona to remember me by when we are not together.

‘It is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you Sir I will wear it with great pride’ Fiona says and she leans over the table to give me a kiss which I return. When I break off the kiss I have Fiona stand up and move behind her so that I can take the choker and fasten it around her neck so that it sits snugly but not too tightly with the stone hanging straight down her chest and standing out perfectly against the perfect white skin. I noticed that the choker still had a wider fitting so it could be fitted lower around Fiona’s neck and would thus be hidden underneath a blouse if she wished to keep it hidden under her work clothes but I had the sense that she might wish to display it more openly and answer any questions that it raised from her colleagues. Taking Fiona by the hand I led her out of the pub and back to my car hearing some interesting metallic clinking sounds as she is walking. It is a late autumn evening so the night sky is dark when we reach the car and before we get into it I instruct Fiona to open her blouse completely and sit in the front seat. There is not a murmur of complaint from Fiona as she complies with my instruction and then I tell her to open the glove box which she does noticing the little vibrator which I placed in there earlier in the evening.

‘Now Fiona you have a choice. You can remove the clamps from your pussy and play with yourself all the way back to my house or you can leave the clamps in place and keep your legs closed’ I say not really knowing which option she would take but it will be interesting to see for future reference. With her feet up on the dashboard Fiona removes the clamps with a deep sigh of pain and pleasure before immediately picking up the vibrator and playing with herself. This gave me a good guide to her tolerance to the clamps as they’d been on her pussy lips for about thirty minutes. All of the way back to the house Fiona played with herself not stopping even when we are stopped at traffic lights and she has experienced numerous climaxes by the time the thirty minute journey is complete and this time I haven’t done anything to control her orgasms but in future I probably will because I know it is something that she will enjoy. Although it is late autumn it is a very mild evening so when we get back to my house we enter through the back garden which gives me the opportunity to have Fiona enter the house naked and accordingly I instruct her to remove her skirt and blouse handing them to me and I take them in for her.

‘May I have permission to use the bathroom Sir?’ Fiona asks when we enter the house and I grant her this permission but go with her to watch her as she has told me that she finds it very exciting and humiliating to have to use the toilet in front of anyone and I am keen that she is excited and a little bit of humiliation will not go amiss either and so that I can get a better view I instruct her to stand with one foot on either side of the bath and piss in it instead of in the toilet. I help Fiona into position and support her in it watching the deep blush coming to her face as she sees me watching so closely but eventually the need to pee overcame her embarrassment and it started to flow from her. When it was down to a few drips I used the fingers of my right hand to play with her while my left arm was around her waist holding her in position. Her climax followed very quickly and I ran my piss and cum covered fingers lightly around her breasts making the nipples even stiffer. I placed my right arm around the front of her waist and lifted Fiona from the bath and placed her down on the bathroom floor facing the mirror and she was looking at the choker and started to play with it.

‘It really is gorgeous Sir. Thank you do I have your permission to wear it openly at work or do you want me to keep it hidden?’ Fiona asks quietly.

‘You have my permission to wear it openly and to answer any resulting questions in whatever manner you think is appropriate for the people asking the questions. I also have no problems if you want to name me to those colleagues’ I answer knowing that Fiona will know her own situation far better than I do and will thus know what is appropriate and what isn’t. This was the first night we actually slept together and it was a wonderful night and I woke the following morning to see that Fiona was already awake and has a broad grin on her face.

‘What are you thinking about?’ I ask.

‘I am thinking about the reaction I am going to get at work when people see this choker around my neck because I am going to display it openly whenever I can but only two people will know the true significance of the S and that is you and me. Everyone else will be told or will assume that it is just a gorgeous piece of jewellery which it certainly is’ Fiona answers

Our scene and non-scene relationships blossomed very quickly into really special bonds and they intertwined themselves to such an extent that we could slip in and out of roles almost telepathically because although there is always a dynamic between us we don’t take up the D/S roles 24/7. After a wonderful year of exploration we decide that it is time to put both of the relationships on a more formal footing and first of all we cover the non-scene side by getting married in a lovely ceremony with some of our scene friends in attendance as well. Sarah had seen the strengthening of our relationships as we still regularly attended her parties and she was delighted for both of us and as a thank you to her in particular we agreed to do a special scene at the next party.

I’ve been nurturing Fiona’s exhibitionist side throughout our relationship and for this session I have her strip off from an exquisite ball gown down to nothing but her choker and she puts on a real show for everyone. When she is naked we have decided that she will begin by undertaking a bit of boot worship but instead of using her tongue she gives a demonstration of her bulling technique on my dress shoes. All the time she is doing this she is sitting contentedly at my feet and regularly looking up into my eyes and when she has finished with the shoes I help her to her feet and pull her into me with her back against my chest. From my cummerbund I pull out a set of Fiona’s favourite nipple clamps which can be evil or gentle depending on where the tight rubber straps are fitted. I brought Fiona’s nipples out to their fullest before applying the clamps and decided to go with just a moderate level of severity for the demonstration but I could feel the stiffening of her body as I tightened them up to where I wanted.

With my hand gently on Fiona’s shoulders I turned her round to face me and the look on her face spoke volumes about the pleasure that she was feeling at this and we had agreed that the centre piece of the display would be a caning since Fiona absolutely adored the cane and took it really hard. I gave her a deep kiss while toying with her nipples and then as I broke off from her I whispered ‘36’ in her ear and she knew exactly what the comment made and gave a gulp because it would be her biggest caning in public although she had taken lots more in private and Fiona is always a little nervous before it starts wondering whether she can take it or not. I was going to do everything that I could to make sure that she could take this caning as I know she would be so disappointed if she couldn’t. I let Fiona walk over to the central whipping bench herself and standing beside it she waited for me to join her. I followed Fiona a few moments later and helped her into position on the bench securing her tightly in all of the restraining straps before picking up the cane that I’d left by this bench earlier which was one of our favourites. Fiona kissed the cane with real delicacy and I tapped her bottom a few times with it before delivering the first stroke. It landed with an impressive crack right across the centre of Fiona’s bottom leaving an immediate impression on her flawless skin. I spaced out the first few strokes knowing that these would be the ones that Fiona found the toughest and her reactions demonstrated this but almost certainly none of the audience would have seen them as they are imperceptible unless you know what you are looking for. After this I used a varying tempo but made sure that each stroke could be counted on Fiona’s bum as I didn’t cross any of them but they did become harder until the final half dozen were at my absolute hardest. A deep sigh came from Fiona after each of these and then at the end Sarah stepped forward to examine Fiona’s bottom and she was very impressed with what she saw and I allowed her the pleasure of applying the soothing cream to Fiona’s bottom as I was releasing her bonds and removing the nipple clamps.

Fiona’s face had an even more lost look on it and just like on the first night I knew that we wouldn’t be playing anymore that evening but we remained at the party and lots of people came over and talked to us about the demonstration which had impressed everyone and Fiona received lots of compliments on her service and how well she’d taken the punishment which I know she loved although she tried very hard not to show it.

At future parties I became increasingly aware that Fiona was starting to be interested in switching and taking on a dominant role and I knew that she would be good at it but she wasn’t so sure herself. I could also tell that she was keen to switch with me but was worried of telling me this but she shouldn’t be as I would be keen to switch with her as I do have a submissive element in my personality. To give Fiona the confidence that she could take the dominant role successfully I approached one of the subs that I’d used to play with regularly at one of Sarah’s parties. Our play had been centred exclusively on corporal punishment and this was what made Fiona most nervous. I spoke to Becky about the prospect of me giving Fiona tuition in the art of applying corporal punishment she was very keen to offer herself up as the subject.

‘Fiona I’ve seen in recent times an interest in switching within you but that you are not sure if you could do it or not and giving corporal punishment is something that you are particularly interested in but which also makes you nervous. I know that you would be very good as a Dominant and am sure that you will be brilliant at giving corporal punishment. You saw me speaking to Becky earlier and you will know that Becky was a former play partner of mine so you are probably wondering what that conversation was about. I was speaking to Becky about giving you tuition in corporal punishment and Becky is very keen to offer herself up as the subject for the lesson. I am not going to order you to do it because it is something you have to want to do but if it is something you want to do then I am more than happy to teach you’ I say to Fiona.

‘You really do know me very well don’t you Ken because I thought that I’d been keeping these desires pretty well hidden. You will probably also have realised then that I would be keen to switch with you as well and have been hiding that as well. To answer your question though yes I would love to learn how to give corporal punishment and would be delighted if you could teach me how to do it and Becky would be a lovely subject to work on’ Fiona replies with a nervous grin.

‘Yes I am aware that you would be keen to switch with me and you can probably see the element of submissiveness that I have within my personality so I would be happy for you to reverse the roles in the future if you wish’ I reply before giving Fiona a kiss and leading her over to Becky. A broad grin spread across Becky’s face as she saw us approaching.

‘So Ken I take it that Fiona is keen to learn how to give corporal punishment then?’ Becky asks sweetly.

‘Yes she is and she is delighted that you have offered yourself up to her as a willing victim’ I respond before introducing them to each other properly and letting them chat for a few minutes so that they get to know each other a bit. As they are chatting I notice that one of the quieter punishment benches has just recently been vacated and I lead the two of them over to it along with the variety of punishment implements I’d brought with me this evening. It is some time since Becky and I have last played together and I lay out all of the implements on the top of the bench for her to see and suggest to her that she removes any that she really does not want to feel and was not surprised to see the wooden paddle being consigned back to the bag because it is something Becky had always found difficult when we were playing together but everything else she left alone which meant that Fiona would get a wide range of experience.

It is some time since Becky and I had last played together but I remembered that she always loved to start her punishments with a warm-up hand spanking and this was what I did by having her bend over the bench. I started off gently but built up the weight as Becky’s bottom turned a light shade of pink.

‘That feels so good Ken it’s a long time since I’ve had a spanking like this. You know exactly how to build the weight perfectly. If only my last Master had been so good we would have still been together but he was never really into corporal punishment so didn’t have the feeling that you did. I can speak freely can’t I Ken?’ Becky says timidly at the end.

‘Well it’s a little late if you can’t speak freely Becky but yes you can speak freely throughout this punishment as I’m not punishing you for anything and thank you for the compliment. I’m sorry to hear that it didn’t work out with your last Master which probably explains why you are back at this party as he didn’t really like the public scene did he?’ I respond.

‘No he didn’t really like the public scene and he certainly didn’t want me playing in public and as you know being punished in public is probably my biggest turn-on. Thank you for allowing me to speak freely I will use this to guide Fiona when she gets the chance to punish me’ Becky says and I know that she will do this perfectly and decide that it is time for Fiona to join the action beckoning her in from behind Becky and after a couple of simultaneous smacks from both of us I withdraw and let Fiona carry on. I watch closely and am very pleased with what I see from Fiona as she shows no hesitancy in the spanking and continues with the tempo that I’d been using. From the way Becky’s bottom is reacting the weight of the spanking is also similar to what I would be delivering. Indeed it appears that Becky isn’t aware that it’s now Fiona that is spanking her because she gives me a surprised look when I move round to the front of the bench to check that she is okay.

‘Oh I didn’t realise that it was now Fiona spanking me because it feels just like you’ Becky says ‘are you sure that this is the first time that Fiona has spanked someone’ she continues.

‘Yes it is the first time that I’ve spanked someone Becky’ Fiona answers.

‘Well in that case I can only say that you are excellent at it’ Becky returns.

‘Thank you very much’ Fiona says as she is continuing to smack Becky.

‘Are you okay to continue or would you rather stop for the night?’ I ask Becky having guessed that if it was a long time since she’d been spanked then her bottom could be quite tender and not ready for a full range of implements.

‘No I would love to continue as I’ve been thinking of being punished for a long time and when I saw you here tonight I almost came over and asked you to punish me without revealing that it was a while since it had happened, although you might have worked it out from my reactions, so this is delightful and I’ve always wanted to help others learn how to give corporal punishment’ Becky answers delightfully.

‘Okay we will carry on but will operate with the yellow and red system for ease off and stop completely. We will use the leather paddle, strap, three-tailed tawse, and a light stingy cane before finishing off with a heavier more thuddy cane. I shall deliver twelve with each followed by the same number from Fiona and then Becky you can indicate if you want any more from Fiona or me with any particular implement’ I explain before helping Becky into position on the horse. Becky settles herself over the horse and I admire her glorious red bottom for a second or two before starting the paddling giving Fiona guidance on different aspects with each stroke and then watching closely to see how Becky is reacting. As each implement passed I became more and more impressed with Fiona as she was showing herself to be a complete natural with each of them even the canes which I think were what scared her the most. Becky’s comments throughout were very supportive and encouraging and worked wonders for Fiona’s confidence and even the rather well marked state of Becky’s bum by the end of the punishment didn’t deter her.

‘Fiona that was excellent and I would be very happy to let you practice some more on me in the future but if you don’t mind what I want to finish off tonight with is a very hard twelve strokes with that heavy cane from Ken’ Becky says while looking appealingly over her shoulder at me.

‘It would be my pleasure to give you this Becky and to give you my permission to play in future with Fiona with or without me present’ I answer before taking the cane from Fiona as she hands it to me and steps back to watch. This will be the first time Fiona has seen me delivering this sort of punishment but she has felt it on a number of occasions and I now sense that she would be prepared to, and capable of, giving it back to me which I would really like. Before starting Becky’s punishment I go round the bench fitting the leather straps around her calves, thighs and wrists before finishing off with the one around her back because I didn’t want her moving during the punishment. When I’d done this I walked to her front with the cane in my hands and squatted down in front of Becky.

‘Are you ready for this Becky?’ I asked

‘Yes Sir I am ready’ Becky answers quietly before settling her head down to wait for the first searing stroke. I tap the cane across the centre of Becky’s bottom a couple of times before delivering the first of twelve of my very best strokes. I watch the cane compress Becky’s cheeks and wrap round the edges as I push it into the target. A yelp comes from Becky and as I prepare to give her the second stroke I notice that a few others have joined Fiona in watching the spectacle. A vivid red welt has been left along the line of the first stroke and I give Becky the second stroke about ten seconds after the first one and a little below it. This red line is perfectly parallel to the first one and is followed by a sharper yelp. As I continue with the caning each of the welts continues to darken and by the time I was nearly finished there were a few small cuts on Becky’s bottom and she was really crying out with each stroke but they were all lined up parallel to each other. I knew what Becky would be expecting from the final stroke having played with her previously and I could see her gripping the sides of the bench tightly but trying to keep her bottom perfectly relaxed. I confirmed for Becky what I was going to do when I rested the cane across her bottom on a diagonal over the previous eleven welts.

‘Yes please’ I heard very quietly from the other end of the bench and just as she had finished the words I unleashed the stroke drawing a loud scream from Becky and then her whole body seemed to subside into the bench. Fiona had a dreamy look on her face and I had her go down one side of the bench releasing Becky’s bonds while I did the other side and we both ended up by Becky’s tear stained face and the tears were still flowing. We both placed a kiss on Becky’s cheek and I asked her if she wanted any soothing salve applied to her bottom but she shook her head.

‘No I want to savour the pain for a while. Thank you both that was a truly wonderful experience’ Becky whispers.

‘It was amazing to watch Becky and I am about to ask Ken to give me the same caning’ Fiona said looking across at me.

‘It was a pleasure caning you Becky. You took it brilliantly just like you always used to and if you do not find a suitable person to punish you in the near future then you are welcome to contact us and we will be delighted to oblige. As for your request Fiona you will prepare yourself and take up the position over this bench just as soon as Becky feels comfortable enough to stand up from it’ I answer noticing the look of pleasure on Fiona’s face.

‘Thank you I may well be in contact with both of you for more’ Becky says as she takes a minute or two to recover before standing up from the bench and within seconds Fiona has taken her place over it with her bottom stripped bare. Because this was a caning from completely cold the marks stood out even more vividly on Fiona’s bottom and were an even deeper shade of red but she took it like an absolute dream thanking me at the end with a kiss on the back of my caning hand and then a kiss on each cheek before I pulled her in for a proper kiss. Over the next couple of weeks I let Fiona practice her corporal punishment on me and as she got more and more confidence in herself I decided that it was time to let her have a whole weekend as my Mistress.

‘Fiona from when I get home from work on Friday evening until Sunday evening you will be taking the role of my Mistress and I will be yours to command entirely as you wish’ I say one Monday morning and see a look of delight and fear crossing Fiona’s face.

‘Is that not a little too long for a first time?’ Fiona asks.

‘You can stop the role at any time if you are not comfortable with it’ I reply.

‘Thank you Ken’ Fiona says and for the rest of that week I can see Fiona thinking about the weekend and looking forward to it but nervous at the same time but I was going to do everything I could to support her in the role. I knew that Fiona’s biggest asset in the role would be her imagination and ingenuity which I’ve tapped into regularly in having her as my slave. All day on the Friday Fiona is emailing and texting with little hints of what she is going to do to me over the weekend and I am getting hornier with each hint. Just before I leave work on the Friday a final email comes through giving me my first set of orders for the weekend.

“You will enter the back garden when you return home and go straight to the picnic table where you will find a bag containing various items. You will strip completely naked before opening the bag and then you will put on all of the items that you find contained in the bag. You will then bend over the table and wait for your Mistress to arrive and take control of you.”

‘Your body, mind and soul are mine this weekend and they are going to entertain me. Your body in particular will entertain my crop tonight!’ was an answer phone message that I received on the drive home and this just made me more excited and confirmed the excitement was there for Fiona as well. Traffic was quite heavy and with each set of traffic lights I was getting more frustrated at the delay in getting home because I really wanted the fun to begin. I entered the back garden and closed the gate spotting the canvas bag sitting in the centre of the table. I walked over to the table and following my order I stripped completely folding my clothes neatly on the table before opening the top of the bag to see what delights Mistress had left for me.

Inside the bag the first thing I saw was a pair of Fiona’s finest silk knickers and then I spotted the leather cuffs with matching collar and a blindfold. I didn’t look at the house but sensed Fiona watching me closely as I put on her knickers first. I was enraptured by how soft and feminine they felt against my skin and then I fixed the collar and cuffs in place before finally putting the blindfold in place. I bent down over the table and held my arms behind my back awaiting the arrival of my Mistress. I heard heels clicking on the patio but then everything went silent and I felt surprisingly vulnerable but very excited. It seemed like a long time before anything else happened but in reality it was probably no more than a minute before I felt the cuffs being clipped together behind me.

‘Well done my precious, obedient slave’ I heard Fiona whispering in my ear as her fingers brushed over the skin of my back. I felt something being clipped to my leash and before anything else I felt a leather gloved hand giving my silk covered bottom half a dozen hard smacks. It had been a leash that was clipped to my collar and with a pull on this Fiona got me to my feet and led me into the house where we went to the lounge.

‘Onto your knees my slave’ Fiona ordered and I did as I was told.

‘I am going to remove your blindfold but you are to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them’ Fiona whispers in my ear. As she removed the blindfold I desperately wanted to open my eyes to get a sight of Fiona as a Mistress but I didn’t want to disobey her at such an early stage because I feared this would put a real dent in her confidence. I kept my eyes shut until I heard Fiona instructing me to open them. Fiona was standing directly in front of me when she gave this order and she was stunning. Her height was accentuated by the knee high stiletto heeled boots she was wearing and the four inch heels meant that she was positively towering over my kneeling figure. Her body was clad in a black PVC dress that clung to her body like a second skin and stopped just above the boots. It shimmered against the light in the room and my eyes continued on their journey up her body to her face which was looking down at me. Fiona’s make up is slightly stronger than normal and her hair has been tied back giving her face a much harder appearance that suits her current role perfectly.

‘Well slave what do you think of your Mistress?’ Fiona asks.

‘Mistress you look absolutely stunning’ was my response and in truth I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen a more attractive sight in my life.

‘Thank you slave, you may now worship my feet and legs’ Fiona continued and I crawled forward and planted a first kiss on the point of her right boot before kissing my way round the whole boot up to her right knee breathing in the delicate fragrance being given off by Fiona’s perfume. I moved onto the left boot and worked my way up to her knee again and when I got there Fiona stepped back and sat down on the sofa. The top of Fiona’s dress was like a corset and it had a quarter cup bra holding up her delicious breasts like a shelf.

‘You may now worship my breasts slave’ Fiona orders and this was a wonderful experience for me and having played with them many times in the reversed roles I know where the sensitive points are and I use this knowledge to take Fiona to the edge of a climax, to judge from her breathing, before she ordered me to stop.

‘Tonight slave you are going to be my personal maid and as you will know maids do not have hairy bodies. Therefore you will strip out of my knickers so that I can remove all of the hair from your body’ Fiona says having led me up to the bathroom with the aid of the lead. With great skill Fiona shaves me completely and to stop any chafing of the skin she rubs in lots of her most expensive moisturiser bringing me to an erection in the process. I was surprised by how soft my skin felt after having been shaved and then Fiona led me through to the bedroom where I saw a complete maids outfit on the bed. Fiona dressed me starting with a pair of stockings that she then attached to a suspender belt and then over that she put on another pair of her silk knickers and finally she put me into the dress which was a little on the small side.

‘You look deliciously tarty my slave. I might have to ravish you later in the night’ Fiona said and then to complete the outfit Fiona put some make up on me. This was something I’d never experienced in any of my previous submissive sessions but I was amazed by how good it felt to be dressed this way. Fiona had a pair of high heeled shoes for me and put them on my feet but when she saw me trying to walk in them she decided that it was going to be too dangerous so she took them off and I spent the rest of the evening going round in my stockings. I was led back to the lounge and Fiona disappeared through to the play room returning with a leather paddle, a cane and a riding crop each of which she laid on the coffee table in easy reach. My first activity was to prepare Fiona a meal, which I generally did anyway, and then to serve it to her which was a new experience for both of us. Each error that I made, whether it was real or a sham, was noted down in a notebook that Fiona kept by her side. After the meal I had to do the dishes before returning to serve Fiona in whatever way she ordered and there was lots of intimate body worship on the agenda. By the end of the evening there were well over one hundred marks on the notebook and I was about to find out what the cost of this was.

‘Slave there are one hundred and twenty marks in this notebook which is a shocking tally. You will pay off each of these marks with a stroke from these implements on your bare bottom and I will split them equally so you will now receive forty strokes with the paddle, cane and crop in that order’ Fiona explained and proceeded to deliver them showing the confidence and skill she had developed in leaving my bottom burning delightfully. I was then taken off to bed and Fiona set about ravishing me just as she had said earlier in the evening but I was deliriously happy with all that had happened and sensed that Fiona was as well although she didn’t say so. Fiona decided that she wanted me as her maid again the following morning but this time she made me dress myself and for each fault in my uniform she gave me six strokes of the paddle and these are even harder than last night. My service to Fiona that morning was much more domestic and started when she instructed me on where to find the list of tasks that she had left for me and it was a very long list. I started at the top of the list and where it was possible I did more than one at the same time because that was the only way that I would get through the whole list but my progress was hampered by the regularity with which Fiona kept calling me through to her for more personal service or to instruct me to bring her more tea. Just before lunchtime Fiona came and inspected my work noting that at least half of the tasks hadn’t even been started yet and for those that had been completed my efforts were not given more than half marks so I was bent over the kitchen table and given a paddling but this time with a wooden paddle. Fiona really excelled herself with this paddle.

‘You will find your outfit for this afternoon in the spare bedroom slave. When you have finished taking the lunchtime dishes to the kitchen and loading them into the dishwasher you will go and get changed before making your way to your office’ Fiona says as we are sitting having our lunch, a lunch that I had thoroughly enjoyed preparing. I did as I was told and found a school uniform hanging on the back of the door into the spare bedroom and I got dressed in it. Fiona was already waiting for me in the office and she had changed into a school uniform as well but she had gold braiding around her sleeve indicating her status as Headgirl of the school.

‘Alas Ken I am having to spend a part of my weekend supervising you in a punishment detention again! You really are an incorrigible troublemaker and this time I am going to see if I can teach you some manners and respect so that I can do whatever I want next Saturday afternoon instead of watching over you’ Fiona says sharply taking on the role of the stern, unbending Headgirl perfectly. It became obvious very quickly that Fiona was going to be playing the role with a mixture of spiteful cruelty, girlish charm and natural authority. I fell under the spell of this authority but sensed that Fiona now had enough confidence that she could handle the challenge of me being utterly disobedient in the role.

After a short while of working on the lines that Fiona had set for me I started to play bored and looked out of the window to begin with and then disobeying every command that Fiona gave me. Eventually Fiona had seen enough of this and called me out to the front of the room where she bared my bottom and put me over the desk.

‘It’s obvious that a teacher has recently seen fit to punish you extensively’ Fiona says with enjoyment in her voice.

‘It wasn’t a fair punishment Headgirl because I had absolutely nothing to do with the graffiti that appeared on the common room wall sometime yesterday’ I responded to see exactly where Fiona wanted to go with this role.

‘Don’t lie to me boy! Everyone in the school knows that it was you that was responsible for the disgusting graffiti. I would advise you against lying to me again boy because if you do I will simply double the punishment you are scheduled to receive and possibly even treble it’ Fiona returns sharply playing the role perfectly. As she was saying this she had picked up one of our heaviest tawses and was playing with it in her hands as if hoping to terrify me into obedience.

‘Eighteen strokes of this tawse on your bare bottom should make you realise that lying to me is not an option to consider and hopefully it might start to make you realise that you have no choice but to obey me because I have all afternoon and evening to punish you if that is what it takes’ was Fiona’s decree. Her first stroke was very hard and caught me by surprise as it was low down on my cheeks and I put my hand back to rub away the sting but Fiona just flicked the tawse down on the back of my hands.

‘Keep your hands on the front of the desk boy and that interruption has earned you a further six strokes’ Fiona said and preceded to deliver them all equally as hard as that first one but I was loving them as this is the level of punishment that really gets me going but Fiona checked with me at the end of the punishment whether I was okay to continue.

‘Absolutely’ was my one word response.

‘You will return to your desk and continue with the lines boy and you may as well leave your trousers and pants here since I am sure that I will have to punish you again’ was Fiona’s hard response having heard that I was fine to continue. I did return bare bottomed to the desk and sat down on the hard wooden chair a little delicately but instead of starting to write the lines I decided to be really naughty. I started to write a story detailing exactly what I would like to do to the Headgirl going into very graphic sexual detail of how I would strip her slowly, tease her mercilessly with my tongue and fingers before fucking her repeatedly over the desk. This fucking would also include her bottom and the story ends with my cum dripping out of both of her holes and these are games that we have played with regularly in our opposite roles. As I am writing I keep looking over at Fiona with a smile on my face and she decides to come over to see what I am up to. Fiona snatches the paper from my desk and starts to read it. As she is reading a look of utter disgust comes to her face and she plays the angry maiden really well. Fiona grabs me by the ear and pulls me out to the front of the room where she pushes me down over the desk and ties my wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk indicating just how severely she is intending to punish me and I struggle against her knots for a couple of seconds which is long enough to find out that they will not yield in the slightest.

‘I am absolutely disgusted that you even know about such behaviour boy never mind that you think I would have any part in such disgusting sex acts. I am going to birch you until you apologise to me regardless of how long this takes. Do you understand me?’ Fiona demands as she is striding over to the collection of implements she has brought into the room including three separate birches.

‘Yes Headgirl I understand’ I answer as she is heading back towards me with a blazing look on her face.

The first birch that Fiona picks up consists of four separate switches of about 36 inches in length and about half an inch thick. They are fitted into a rubber grip at one end and held together at a couple of points along their length by elastic bands but the last foot has room to splay out to a good couple of inches on contact. The other two birches that Fiona has brought in have more switches but each of these are thinner and will be even more stingy when they land but it is the heavy one that she starts with. Fiona’s first stroke is delivered dead centre on my bottom and lands very hard drawing a grunt from me just because of the sheer weight of the hit. Another eleven are delivered with the same weight.

‘Are you going to apologise to me boy?’ Fiona demands and my response is to remain silent so she delivers a further twelve strokes with this birch. With each stroke bits are breaking off of the birch and by the end of this second dozen it is almost completely used up so when I again refuse to apologise Fiona picks up the second birch. This one feels more scratchy than thuddy but it is still a sensation that I really enjoy so again I do not apologise when given the opportunity to do so and Fiona carries on with her efforts. I am very impressed with what I am feeling from Fiona because it is all so accurate and hard. I am feeling sprays of blood landing on my back with many of the strokes which I’ve never had a problem with and the fact that Fiona is continuing just adds to my admiration for her.

‘Are you prepared to apologise to my yet boy?’ Fiona asks after delivering the forty-eighth stroke.

‘Yes Headgirl I am sorry’ I answer.

‘That is not a sincere and genuine apology boy so we will continue’ Fiona barks and she had read me perfectly as it wasn’t a true apology.

‘We will continue with this set until I have destroyed this birch on your sorry bottom and then see if you have an ounce of contrition in your body’ Fiona says as she is starting the birching and I think it got to about thirty lashes before she tossed the birch onto the floor as it too had been destroyed.

‘Are you going to apologise properly this time boy?’ Fiona demanded.

‘Yes Headgirl I am sorry for thinking that you would play any part in fulfilling my dirty sexual fantasies. It was completely unacceptable to think or write about you in this way and it will not happen again’ I say with much greater sincerity in my voice this time.

‘At last I have gotten through to you boy. That is the end of your punishment and the end of your detention. You will complete your lines in your own time and hand them to me by Wednesday of next week’ Fiona says punctuating each word with a hearty smack of her hand into my bottom.

‘That is the last game we are going to play today but I am not going to untie you just yet Ken’ Fiona says softly as she is standing in front of me looking down into my upturned face. The look that I saw on Fiona’s face reminded me of the way she looked after the first few times we’d played together in the opposite roles because she had the same serenity in her eyes and grin on her lips. I was sure that my face would look the same to Fiona because those were the feelings that were floating through my body at that moment in time. Fiona leaves the room for a few minutes letting me savour the sensations in every part of my body and my grin became even broader. When Fiona returns she has our first aid kit and the tub of soothing balm that I use on Fiona after heavy punishments like this. With a very gentle touch Fiona wipes my bum down with the antiseptic wipes and the sting tells me that there are quite a few cuts and then even more gently she massages in the cream taking away this sting but leaving the characteristic hardness which I haven’t felt for a while but always enjoyed. Fiona unties me and then leads me out into the hallway where there is a full length mirror showing me the marks on my bottom and they look absolutely gorgeous. I turn round and give Fiona a big hug after seeing these.

‘Thank you’ I whisper in her ear.

‘Thank you to you as well’ Fiona whispers back before she gives me a kiss on the point of my nose which is generally the signal for both of us that we are going back into our non-scene relationship. We go up to our bedroom and strip out of our outfits and collapse down onto the bed where we cuddle up to each other for a while with lots of gentle kissing, stroking and holding making love eventually when we both regained some energy but it was still very tender and soft. We both got dressed and went down to the lounge where we just sat on the sofa coming down off of the highs that we’d both been on. Fiona had her head resting on my chest as we were doing this and I had one hand round her waist while the other one alternated between stroking her hair and joining the other one round her waist. It got quite late and neither of us could be bothered to cook so we ordered in a Chinese takeaway for the night and sat eating this with a bottle of wine relaxing in each others’ company.

‘I would rather not play the role of your Mistress today Ken if you don’t mind. It has been such a new and intense experience for me that I don’t think I have the energy to carry another day off and I want to let it sink in and appreciate everything that we did. It has been a wonderful experience though, far better than I ever dared imagine’ Fiona said as we were snuggling up together in bed on the Sunday morning.

‘No that’s okay Fiona. I understand exactly what you are saying because I have the same feelings of wanting to savour the experience and let it sink into my mind. It was also a wonderful experience for me and I’m so glad that you enjoyed it’ I answer. I went out for a short time to get the Sunday newspapers and took them back where Fiona and I spent a very lazy day in bed reading the paper something we hadn’t done for a long time and it gave us both a feeling of intimacy and relaxation which helped to settle the rest of the weekend in our minds. On the Monday and Tuesday nights we returned to our more normal roles when we played because I sensed that Fiona really wanted to submit probably testing out whether having had a taste of dominating me that it still existed within her. It certainly did exist because although they were relatively short scenes we played they were very intense and the delicious irony of the Tuesday night was that we played out the naughty story that I’d written about Fiona in the Headgirl role but instead of just being an ordinary pupil when we played I was her boss in the library where the Headgirl worked part-time and was taking advantage of her after she’d offered herself up to me. It almost seemed the case that the dominant experience had strengthened the submission within Fiona and I could relate to that because having submitted again I had a fuller empathy with a submissive mindset.

It was on the Thursday night when we went out for dinner that we chatted properly about the reversed roles and our feelings on them and it was clear that we had both really enjoyed taking on the opposite role and that if anything it had made the opposites even more special for both of us. We agreed that we would both be very happy to do it again and we also agreed that we would work together as a dominant couple if that situation arose as well. I think we were both thinking about Becky as we agreed this as I got the feeling that now Fiona might want to try out a lot of different techniques on Becky and I was fairly sure that this would go down very well with Becky. It became another facet of the understanding between Fiona and me that we both seemed to instinctively know which of us was going to be the dominant partner when we played together without even discussing it. Most of the time it was me but my submissive desires were satisfied regularly enough to stop them from become completely overpowering.