Alma mater

I first came across Miss Prince in her first year as a teacher at my school in my fourth year when I was in her accountancy class. Miss Prince rose through the ranks at the school very quickly and by the time I left she was the Headmistress but I had been taught by her each year for either accountancy or economics. I have always had a strong respect for Miss Prince and this has almost become a mild affection by the end of my time at school. My respect stemmed from the fact that of all my teachers Miss Prince had been the one to show me the most support and she had always pushed me the hardest to better myself and it was solely due to her efforts that I managed to get an unconditional offer for my second choice university as I was in my final year at school. Given my nature this was probably just about the worst thing that could have happened to me because it allowed my inherent academic laziness to come to the fore after receiving this offer. I was very good at giving the impression of working hard though and this meant that I kept myself clear of all trouble at school but my performance in my final exams was certainly not what it should have been and although the results were good they weren’t quite good enough to match the offer made by my first choice university which was Lancaster. Lancaster University happened to be Miss Prince’s alma mater and this was one of the reasons why it was my first choice.

Unbeknownst to me Miss Prince had written a letter to the Dean of the Management School at the university, which was the school I hoped to be in, outlining all of my qualities and promising that she would ensure that my academic performance would not slip below the standards the school expected. Miss Prince had a very good reputation within the school having been one of the best students of her year and her support led to me being accepted onto my course. I was exceptionally grateful when Miss Prince told me about the letter she had written although she didn’t tell me about the promise to ensure that my academic performance would be up to the required standards immediately. I was canny enough however to realise that there would be a price to pay for this support and I was about to find out what this was.

‘Of course I will be kept fully appraised of your academic performance and now that you are not at school I will be able to use different methods to motivate you, methods which had I been able to use them at school would almost certainly have made the letter unnecessary. I will be setting targets for you, although you will not know what these are, and if you fail to meet these then I will cane you each vacation when you are at home. I presume that you agree with this course of action?’

‘Yes Miss Prince I agree with your course of action and thank you once again for writing the letter and supporting me. I will try my hardest not to let you down’ I answered immediately as I have never been able to defy Miss Prince like I could the other teachers. Miss Prince also knew that once I agreed to something that I would carry it through.

I was filled with very good intentions as I set off for university and managed to keep them up for all of a week before the temptations offered by the college bar, the rugby league team and a number of very pretty young women derailed me. I still attended all of my classes but my note taking and background reading left a lot to be desired. Just like at school I left all of my assignments to the last possible minute and relied on my natural intelligence to get through them. As I got each assignment back I knew that the marks were definitely good enough to get me into the second year of my degree which is where things started to count so this satisfied me. Even though I didn’t know the targets Miss Prince had set for me I knew that these marks would certainly not meet them and I wondered what the consequences of this would be.

As I was on the train home at the end of term my mobile rang and it displayed a number that I did not recognise. When I answered the call however I recognised the voice immediately as it was Miss Prince.

‘I will be waiting for you at the railway station as we have something to talk about’.

I knew that this conversation would be more a case of me being talked at rather than actually taking an active part in the conversation. I phoned my parents immediately after this call and told them that I would not need a lift home from the station immediately as I am meeting Miss Prince first. My mother knew who Miss Prince was and she didn’t say anything to me about this change in plans. Miss Prince was the first person that I saw when I stepped off of the train and it was the first time that I had ever seen her out of school when she normally wore very smart suits. Seeing her in a pair of jeans and boots with a lovely black coat on was therefore something of a shock to me but I had to admit that she looked stunningly attractive. It wasn’t a long walk to Miss Prince’s house and there was not a lot of conversation between us. On my part this was because of a real nervousness as I had never been caned before so had no idea what to expect. As soon as we were inside the house Miss Prince led me through to a large lounge and the first thing I saw was the cane sitting inertly on the coffee table. Inert it may have been at that moment but it seemed to taunt me all the same because I knew that soon enough it would not be inert.

‘I know all about your academic performance Ken and I have to tell you that I am very disappointed in you but not at all surprised. I will give you an opportunity to explain yourself in a moment or two although I am sure that I can guess at the excuses that you will come out with. Knowing that these will be excuses I have decided that I am going to give you twelve strokes of the cane in the somewhat forlorn hope that it will provide you with the necessary motivation for next term. So please tell me why I should not cane you Ken’ Miss Prince said.

‘I cannot give you a reason why you should not cane me Miss Prince. I know that I spent far too much time in the college bar with a number of very pretty young women and also drank far too much after the rugby matches that I played. I did however attend all of my classes and my marks are good enough to get me into the second year’.

‘Well that is refreshing Ken. I expected you to try and excuse your behaviour and avoid the caning. At least you appear to know your failings and while it is true that your marks will get you into the second year of your degree they are a long way short of the targets that I have set for you. These targets are based on my knowledge of just what you would be capable of if you apply yourself properly. You will therefore bare your bottom and bend over gripping the sides of the table with your hands. You will retain this position until I tell you otherwise’.

Miss Prince’s voice was very authoritative and I obeyed her instruction without hesitation for fear of disappointing her further. My experience of the cane came from reading about it and this told me that it was something to fear and fear was what I was feeling as I bent over waiting for the moment of truth to arrive. Miss Prince seemed to be in no particular hurry to commence the punishment and stood there looking at me for a couple of minutes before she walked over and picked up the cane. I then felt her rest the thin wand of wood across both of my cheeks as if letting it become acquainted with its target. I felt it being drawn away from my bottom and then I heard it descending with a swish and suddenly the swish was replaced by a crack indicating that the cane had met its target.

A very sharp sting in my bottom was the other thing that told me that the cane had made contact.

‘Fuck’ I said under my breath but obviously this expletive was not far enough under my breath as it was met with the following comment.

‘That will be three more strokes Ken’.

Miss Prince worked methodically through the remaining strokes with the cracks of the cane landing every ten seconds or so on my bottom. Each of these seemed to markedly increase the pain that I was feeling but I didn’t make the mistake of swearing again. After the twelfth stroke Miss Prince paused for longer and ran her long fingers over the stripes on my bottom.

‘But for your outburst that would have been your punishment over. I hope that these three strokes will teach you to keep control of your tongue in the future’.

The first of these strokes was soon upon me and before my brain had registered the pain the second and third strokes had landed which meant that the sting was absolutely phenomenal and I really struggled not to take my hands from the table and rub my bottom. Miss Prince could see this and left me in position for a minute or two just to see if I would disobey her instruction to stay in position until told otherwise. I didn’t disobey her because I knew that extra strokes would have been the consequence and I wanted to avoid that if I could because my bottom felt like I had sat on a patch of nettles and been stung repeatedly.

‘You may now pull up your pants and trousers Ken. I hope that this has taught you a salutory lesson Ken’ Miss Prince says with a rather disbelieving tone in her voice.

‘I will try and do better next term Miss Prince’ I respond with a slight quiver in my voice.

Miss Prince gives me a lift home and I have to try very hard not to betray my discomfort to my parents as I sit down at the dinner table that evening. Early the following afternoon Miss Prince calls in to my house to see my mother.

‘I have agreed to provide Ken with some additional tuition to help him with his university work. Would you mind if I take him to my house this afternoon for another lesson?’

‘No I would be absolutely delighted. While he was at school you were the only teacher that he ever talked about and you were also the only teacher who was able to get him to do his work so I’m sure any help you can give him will be very beneficial’.

With that I was led out of the house and took the short drive to Miss Prince’s house. I guessed that this was because I’d said the wrong thing yesterday afternoon in using the word ‘try’ instead of something like ‘will’ or ‘promise’ when talking about doing better.

‘You will get yourself back over the table Ken. I am going to give you another twelve strokes so that you WILL do much better next term’.

I am still feeling very tender from yesterday afternoon and from the first of these strokes I was yelping but my language remained polite somehow although my thoughts were far from polite at that moment. When I eventually got home my mother turned to me and said, ‘I’m so glad that Miss Prince is continuing to take an interest in your education’ and I only smiled at her because I couldn’t give her an indication of the nature of the help that Miss Prince was providing. Deep down I knew that there would be another visit to Miss Prince before the start of the new term and it came on the day before I travelled back to Lancaster.

‘I know that you have promised to try harder Ken but I am far from convinced that the memory of the earlier canings is fresh enough for it to work correctly. Therefore I am going to give you twenty four strokes now and if that still does not work then there will be more during the Easter vacation and these will be delivered with a much heavier cane’.

Delivered for punishment

‘I should give you a spanking for that’ James, my younger brother, says to his wife Monica after he’s caught her kissing another woman in the nightclub.

‘You and whose army’ Monica retorts because they both know that there was no way James was brave enough to actually follow the threat through and the comment is followed by a laugh from Monica. Even as a child James had been a moody sod and this comment and the laugh from Monica pushed him into one of his sulks. When James is sulking like this he is impossible to talk to and when after a few days he still hasn’t come out of it Monica comes round to see me to see if I can help get him out of it. Monica has always gotten on well with me and Kate, my partner, so I wasn’t surprised to see her or that she opened up to me about what had happened.

‘James and I were out in the club on Saturday night and he caught me kissing another girl. There was nothing serious in it but he wouldn’t listen to me and then he threatened to spank me for it. Now as you can imagine I laughed at this comment because he wouldn’t be brave enough to do it so James has gone into one of his sulks and I’ve had enough of it. I imagine that you would have no problem in punishing me would you?’ Monica explained and asked.

‘What makes you think that I would have no problem punishing you?’ I ask out of curiosity because I wonder what she knows about Kate and me.

‘Kate has told me all about how you spank her when she is naughty and also as part of your sex lives’ Monica says and this has just earned Kate another spanking although it won’t be particularly heavy because I didn’t mind her telling Monica about it.

‘That is correct Monica and I’m sure that Kate has also said that if the spanking is for her being naughty then it is a genuine punishment and not something to be taken lightly’ I say as I have a fairly good idea where this conversation is leading and I wouldn’t want Monica to enter into anything without thinking it through first.

‘Yes Kate has said this and I’ve seen her sitting uncomfortably when we’ve been out for lunch so I have some idea of what would happen to me. I am prepared to accept it if it will bring James out of his sulk’ Monica says.

‘I will see what I can do’ I answered knowing that if Monica is prepared to put herself through a punishment then she must really want James to come out of his sulk. I give James a call that afternoon and arrange to meet up for a few frames of snooker that night on the pretext of it being ages since we’d had a beer together. It was obvious from the minute James turned up in the snooker club that he was still in his sulk but with the aid of a couple of beers and some probing questions I got the whole story out of him and that it was the laugh that most bothered him because he saw it as disrespect. This really was like going back to our childhood when James had been sensitive to any criticism or comment but I would have thought that working would have knocked that out of him but obviously not.

‘If you really do feel that Monica should be punished for what she has done then you can bring her to me and I will do it for you but if I punish Monica then you will have to forget about any perceived disrespect and stop sulking’ I say stopping just before I really tore into him for acting like a petulant teenager because that probably would have made things worse for Monica. Even so there is a flash of anger on James’ face but he doesn’t say anything and I’m not sure whether he will accept me punishing Monica on his behalf. Early the following morning James does bring Monica around to our house. As it is Saturday neither Kate nor I was working and there is a look of surprise on Kate’s face when she sees who comes in and this widens when James speaks.

‘I have been thinking of what you said last night Ken and I do think that Monica needs to be punished for what she did so here she is. I am off to play a round of golf’ James says before heading out of the door and I’m not sure from this whether he has told Monica that she is going to be punished or not and the look on her face seems to suggest that he hasn’t said anything to her. It also suggested to me that it might not have the desired effect of bringing him out of his sulk. I go and collect a tawse and a cane from our collection and Monica looks very nervously at them when I place them on the dining table.

‘Did James tell you why you have been delivered to me for punishment? I ask.

‘No he didn’t say a word to me about your conversation last night but I presume this has come about because of my chat with you yesterday morning’ Monica answers and the look of confusion on Kate’s face has grown.

‘Yes it has because I got the whole story out of James last night and he saw your laugh and comment as disrespect to his authority’ Monica is looking like she wants to say something at this, ‘I’ll give you a chance to speak in a minute or two Monica. I told James that I would punish you if he wished you to be punished but if I did it he would have to get over the perceived disrespect, which I don’t believe was disrespect anyway, and stop sulking. From James’ behaviour this morning when he delivered you for your punishment I’m not at all sure that any punishment you take will bring him out of his sulk so I will leave it to you whether you still wish to go through with the punishment bearing in mind what I said about it being a genuine punishment’ I said, ‘and now you may speak Monica’ I conclude.

‘Thank you Ken. I was going to say that it hadn’t been meant as disrespect but you already seem to know this and you probably know now that he is hypersensitive to any criticism which I should have known anyway. I fear from the fact that he didn’t tell me I was being brought here to be punished and chose to go off and play golf instead of watching the punishment that it will not bring him out of his sulk but just in case it does I will take the punishment’ Monica says.

I pull out one of the chairs from the dining table and turned it so that I would be facing Kate as I was punishing Monica so that I could see her reactions as she sees me punishing someone else and not knowing that she will be receiving her own spanking at the end of Monica’s punishment. Monica obediently comes to stand on my right hand side and then she lowers herself down over my knee upon instruction wriggling around for a second or two until she gets herself into a comfortable position. Monica’s bottom looks lovely in her tight trousers and I start to spank it quite gently to warm her up a little bit before I start the punishment properly. I glance across at Kate expecting to see a look of sympathy on her face but instead I see a look of satisfaction and joy on her face instead. This look meant that Monica would be getting the opportunity to watch Kate’s punishment.

When I lower the trousers off of Monica’s bottom there is a muttered protest and for that the next twelve smacks over her pants are much harder causing Monica’s legs to kick out in all directions and her hands to scrabble on the wooden floor.

‘You may cry out during your punishment if you wish but you will not complain about it or it will be much worse and you will not try to disrupt it with your movements or it will simply be extended’ I say sternly before lessening the intensity of my smacks a little bit. I continue over the knickers for a few minutes more before also pulling them down to conclude the spanking on the bare bottom. There is no sound from Monica as I lower her knickers.

‘That is better’ I say to reinforce the behaviour that I wanted to see. Kate was enthralled by what she was seeing and her face showed the enjoyment she was getting from it. I finished off the spanking with a series of hard smacks across the whole surface of Monica’s bottom that turned it a deep red colour contrasting with the white skin of her thighs.

‘Your spanking is complete however your punishment is not over so you will go and bend over the dining table’ I say before adding, ‘with your bottom still bare’ when I see Monica moving to pull up her pants and trousers. When Monica is bent over the table I walk over to her and move her arms straight out so that she can take a grip of the far side of the table.

‘You may find it easier to retain your position if you take hold of the edge of the table Monica’ I say and watch Monica taking the advice as I rest the tawse on her bottom. Although it is one of the lightest in our collection it is still a highly effective implement as Kate will attest to. I lay on the first couple of strokes quite gently and Monica takes them in absolute silence so each of the next few strokes gets heavier until by the eighth stroke they are what Kate would recognise as hard strokes and glancing across at her I could see that she still looked to be enjoying seeing and hearing Monica’s torment because by this time she was giving a sharp yelp with each stroke. I land two more strokes of this weight across the lowest portion of Monica’s bottom and these leave a dark red stripe across the bottom since the skin is more sensitive and the yelp from Monica confirms this view.

‘Only six strokes with the cane to come Monica’ I say before swishing the cane through the air. Monica flinches when she hears the cane cutting through the air in front of her. Monica watches the second cut of the cane through the air before closing her eyes and resting her head against one of her arms. My first stroke is a sharp one, it lands across the centre of Monica’s bottom and it is followed by a squeal. A few seconds later the second stroke arrives a little bit below the first one and immediately Monica dashes her hands back to rub at the fiery sting. I swipe the cane down across her knuckles bringing a further yelp.

‘That will be two extra Monica’ I say.

‘That’s not fair Ken. If I did that you would double my punishment and start it again’ is the outburst from Kate and when I turn to look at her she realises she is in trouble from the look on my face.

‘That has just earned you a caning to go with the spanking that you were going to get anyway for having told Monica about the fact that I punish you in the first place and since you’ve so enjoyed watching Monica’s punishment she will be remaining to watch your own punishment’ I say and Kate sits back down on the sofa without the satisfied grin on her face this time. I conclude Monica’s punishment with another six strokes of the cane making sure that the extra two strokes were the hardest of the lot so that there was a deterrent there should I ever be in the position of punishing Monica again.

Monica stands there rubbing her bottom while Kate receives her own spanking and this is about the same as what Monica received but Kate’s caning was much harder and consisted of eighteen strokes each of which she counted out clearly.

‘If the two of you wish to massage some soothing cream into your bottoms then you are welcome to do so’ I say knowing that Kate would want to speak to Monica to find out exactly why she had been punished and to put her own suggestions about James’ sulking. Monica and James have never gotten on particularly well so I imagined if that was what she was doing then the views would be forthright and explained powerfully. I give them space as I go to put the tawse and cane away. About ten minutes later Kate comes to find me and gives me a kiss.

‘I’m sorry for interrupting you during Monica’s punishment and I hope you’re not too angry about me having told her about you punishing me. It happened when she saw me sitting down gingerly after one of your canings and I couldn’t think of an excuse that would satisfy Monica so had to tell her the truth’ Kate says.

‘No I’m not too angry with you for telling Monica and you can tell whoever you want because I know you will only tell people you can trust. If I’d been really angry then the punishment would have been much more than a spanking. The reason why I didn’t double Monica’s punishment and start it again was because this was the first time I’d punished her and although she was taking it very well I didn’t think she could take another twelve strokes of the cane. As you may remember it took a little time before we found your limits both for play and for punishment. I take it that you enjoyed watching me punish Monica?’ I asked.

‘Yes I did enjoy it and when I was speaking to her afterwards she told me how much she had enjoyed seeing my punishment so I wonder if it will happen again. Monica explained what was behind the punishment and I hope that it does bring James out of his sulk but I don’t think it will. You know my views on James and I almost told Monica these but didn’t as she clearly hopes that this will sort things out. If it doesn’t I think it’s about time that James learnt a few home truths and I will be delivering them with the aid of one of your canes’ Kate says. I’d never known Kate to be the slightest bit dominant so this last statement took me by surprise.

‘Yes even though James is my brother I think his behaviour in this instance is appalling and he does deserve to be told in no uncertain terms what he is in danger of losing if he carries on behaving this way towards Monica because she deserves a lot better. If James’ mood doesn’t improve as a result of this exercise then I will be telling her this and if you do want to teach James a lesson then you might want to get some practice with the cane beforehand’ I say and later that afternoon I do provide a live target for Kate to practice on and she is brilliant with the cane from the very first stroke and soon gets her confidence to deliver really hard strokes. Kate and I both went round to see Monica the following morning imagining that James would be out playing golf again.

‘Has James shown any interest in what you went through yesterday on his behalf and has his sulk stopped?’ I asked Monica.

‘No and no. He didn’t even ask what had happened and hasn’t looked at the marks at all even when I was getting dressed for bed last night. His sulk seems to have deepened if anything’ Monica answers sadly.

‘In that case as much as it pains me to say it you need to think about where you want to go from here because you clearly deserve someone a lot better than James’ I say.

‘When James gets home I will be telling him some home truths and will then be caning him if you want to join in Monica’ Kate says.

‘Thank you both for your support and I have been thinking of what will happen to James and me because it’s clear that there isn’t a future in the current state so I was going to give him an ultimatum about his sulk but instead I think it might be better if I move in with you two so that he can realise exactly what it is he will miss and if that doesn’t bring him to his senses then it really is over. I won’t join in with this caning Kate but do go ahead and do it’ Monica says. Kate does cane James when he comes home and Monica tells him that she is leaving for a month. Neither brings much of a reaction from James so it seems like this will be the end for him and Monica.

Getting her way

I have been contracted by a medium sized company to provide a consultancy service and it is an open ended contract because of the size of the project but I have set myself a twelve month goal for completion which will require me to drive through changes quickly and very effectively. I have done this type of project a number of times and it is something that I enjoy and am helped by my strong change management skills and my strong will. Kirsten is the sponsor of the project within the company and very quickly I come to realise that while Kirsten does not hold a senior management position she is actually the dominant force in the company and the real driving force behind everything that it does successfully.

Kirsten herself is relatively new to the company but in her time within the company she has already turned it round significantly and has seen that far too many opportunities are being let slip because of the haphazard nature of its information handling. It was also clear to me that Kirsten would use any approach to getting her changes through and this included using her sexuality because she had a body and a mind that everyone she came into contact with lusted over. I watched from a distance as Kirsten updated the HR processes in the company and I saw her teasing and tantalising her way to success and both men and women were equally infatuated with her. I didn’t know the exact nature of her hold over people at this point but once someone had fallen under her spell they were completely captivated and unable to break the spell.

Although I was a consultant for the company and not an employee I had quickly built good relationships within the company and so was invited to the pub for a birthday party on a Friday night and after a couple of drinks I was to find out much more about Kirsten as all of her attention had been focussed on me and she had subtly moved me away from the main group of people and into a quiet, dark corner of the pub.

‘I have been watching you very closely in this first couple of weeks Ken and I am very impressed with what you have been doing and the progress that you have already made. I will look forward to receiving your first report next week’ this certainly wasn’t what I’d expected to hear but Kirsten was not finished with me just yet.

‘The only thing that a male is good for though is to serve, amuse, pleasure and be abused by a woman and particularly by me. You are going to become my slave because I have seen the strength of your character and I’m sure that you will have some difficulty accepting my ultimate control over your project. All of these character traits are good for me because they will be great fun to smash through to get to the submissive core that lives within you just like most men. You will be the perfect foil for my most painful torments, torments that will take you to the very limits of your endurance and beyond at times. Torments such that you have no idea how you will get through them but which you will have to get through to get the reward of serving me and very quickly you will realise what a reward it is to serve me’.

This had been said with such seriousness that I knew that I had to make some response.

‘That will never happen, Kirsten. I have also been watching you closely and can see how you operate but I will not be seduced by you’. I answer in what I hope is a suitably certain tone because deep down I am not at all certain that I will be able to resist.

‘Oh but it will Ken. You see I always get what I want!’ With this Kirsten gives me a very deep but very brief kiss while pressing her body tightly against mine. I am stunned by the intensity of just this briefest of contact and it leaves me hungry for more but I now know the consequences of succumbing to the temptation.

My project meant that I inevitably was working very closely with Kirsten and she was very clever in her toying with me because she didn’t directly interfere with my work itself just gave subtle little steers on what it was that she was expecting. In most instances these were already small elements of what I was going to provide anyway so I didn’t need to worry about them greatly and where they were things that I wasn’t going to do I gave them very careful thought to see if I could implement them or to prepare arguments for my own methods. Even with this though I knew that Kirsten was drawing me deeper into her web and while I was resisting the temptation it was like quicksand in that the more I struggled to escape the deeper I found myself being caught up.

I was on course to meet my own 12 month target and provided the results of my 6 month review to Kirsten along with my recommendations for new systems which would deliver direct cost savings and efficiency savings that would more than cover the year 1 costs. When Kirsten read the report she would notice that many of her suggestions were small parts of the overall system that I was recommending be set up and this should keep her happy.

I allowed myself to be talked into going with dinner with Kirsten to discuss the ‘implementation process as these recommendations are excellent’. Dinner turned out to be just that and it was really enjoyable with some scintillating conversation throughout and Kirsten gave me a glimpse of her future plans which were to go into consultancy work just like I had and I told her that she would be excellent at it without thinking it was anything other than a compliment. It was during the implementation phase of my project that I really fell into the clutches of Kirsten because for this we were working very much as a pair and it was always Kirsten that led these activities supposedly because of her position in the company but in reality because I let her lead. As time moved on my deference to her grew into greater submission until by the time the changes were fully implemented I felt as if I had been completely subjugated by Kirsten.

I accepted Kirsten’s offer of dinner again but this time it was at her house and after a lovely meal and a bottle of wine I found myself kneeling in front of Kirsten in what was a very well equipped dungeon. I didn’t quite know how it had happened but now that I was here it seemed like the most natural thing in the world and I didn’t react as Kirsten stripped me out of my suit and tied my hands very tightly behind my back. It was almost as if I had been placed into a hypnotic trance and this feeling continued as I watched Kirsten strip out of her own suit to reveal a stunning corset and stocking clad legs that seemed to reach right to the ceiling. The thigh length boots that Kirsten put on with needlepoint heels certainly did nothing to shorten the appearance of her legs.

I was pushed onto my back on the floor and found my arms being untied from underneath me and they were then tied above my head to bolts in the floor and similarly my legs were tied leaving me spread wide and feeling very vulnerable although for some reason it felt almost as if it wasn’t me who was in this position. As soon as Kirsten stepped up onto my chest with both feet this feeling of it being somebody else disappeared with a vengeance as the weight was immediate. Kirsten turned herself round and placed her heels directly over my nipples and started to grind these in almost as if she was trying to puncture me.

‘Just imagine what this would feel like if instead of your nipples I was doing it to your cock and balls. Believe me when I say that should you ever betray me then I will do it.’ Kirsten says malevolently.

‘I said all those months ago that males are only good for pleasuring me and now we will both get the opportunity to see whether you are capable of this task. Your experience of serving, amusing and being abused by me will come very shortly’.

With that I found my face being engulfed by Kirsten’s slim bottom and the world suddenly went black for me and I could do nothing other than start to lap at the warm wetness of Kirsten’s pussy. This was an activity that was certainly not new to me and it was one that I had always enjoyed but there was a real difference in this because of the weight of Kirsten on my face and the pressure of trying to prove that I was capable of the task because by now I really did want to serve Kirsten. After a long and arduous period of licking Kirsten stood up and as I’d given her a couple of climaxes and found my mouth flooded with her sweet nectar I thought I’d done a reasonable job but Kirsten was quick to inform me otherwise.

‘That was utterly pathetic slave. I see that I have got a lot of work to do with you to make you worthy of pleasuring me. As a result your first experiences of serving and amusing me will have to wait because I need to show you what will happen when you displease me’.

I found myself being untied from the floor and secured over a whipping bench whereupon Kirsten made her way over to the far wall and selected a thick but narrow leather strap. Without another word Kirsten started to lay into my bottom and thighs. Pride and stubbornness stopped me from screaming and begging during this beating even though it was very painful and lasted for a long time. This did earn me some faint but very frightening praise from Kirsten.

‘At least it appears that you can take a minor beating without debasing yourself. As I suspected your strength will provide a perfect foil for me to play with’.

With one hand Kirsten started to stroke my cock and balls while the other hand was manipulating a butt plug that she was determined to insert fully into my anus. As one hand took me closer to a climax she managed to get the plug fully inserted within me and this more than anything broke my mind so that I was now fully compliant to the wishes of Kirsten. Realising this Kirsten released me from the block and with the plug still in place she led me over to a chair which was in the far corner of the dungeon.

I was knelt down in front of this chair while Kirsten took her place on the chair and it gave her the appearance of a Queen surveying her subject and territory. Kirsten took a piece of paper from the side of the chair and handed it to me. It contained a short and simple paragraph which sealed my fate.

“From this day on I, Kenneth, become the absolute property of Kirsten and shall be known as ‘slave’. I will obey Kirsten at all times and carry out all orders to the best of my ability. I will accept whatever punishment or treatment that Kirsten decrees for any failure in my duties or for substandard work both when at home and during my professional consultancy work. Kirsten will ultimately take control of KTD Services and will be the lead consultant within the company. Kirsten is the sole judge of what is acceptable. Further Kirsten has the absolute right to use and abuse me whenever, wherever, and however she wishes for her own amusement and I shall not complain about any part of my treatment.”

I read the paragraph and then take the proffered pen and sign the contract without hesitation. Kirsten then allows me the release of a climax, collecting all of my cream in a dog bowl that I am then made to lick clean. This signified the start of my new life, and was to be my last climax for sometime as my cock and balls were locked into a chastity belt with the key securely stored around Kirsten’s neck.

Our babysitter

Whenever we need a babysitter for the evening our first call is always to Naomi who is the nineteen year old daughter or a friend of ours. Naomi is doing a degree course at university but she has chosen to live at home with her parents as she is at the local university and it keeps her costs down. Naomi always brings university work over with her and never touches the bottle of wine that we leave for her which impresses my wife and me because it is so different from our days at university when we had both been party animals. We always give this bottle of wine to Naomi at the end of the night and we are both very surprised that there didn’t seem to be any sign of a boyfriend in her life because she is a very attractive little thing. The lack of a boyfriend was probably partly explained one evening when Naomi was babysitting for us.

My wife, Claire, and I came back home a bit earlier than normal one evening having been out for dinner and we quickly discovered that Naomi had a girlfriend with her although they didn’t seem to know we had arrived back as we had come in silently through the back of the house. We could hear sounds of spanking coming from the lounge and we both took our shoes off and walked silently to the lounge where the door was fully open. We could see clothes strewn around the room and our laptop was on the web site of a well known Professional Dominatrix but what was most interesting was that one of our spanking film’s was playing on the large screen. Naomi and her friend were utterly engrossed in this film and they were playing with each other with their hands. They remained completely unaware of our presence so Claire motions to me to stay still as she pads silently across the carpet to the back of the sofa. I watch Claire reach down and squeeze Naomi’s bullet hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Naomi gave a squeal of shock and both of the girls looked at Claire and then me in panic.

‘So who’s your friend Naomi and what are you doing watching one of our private films’ Claire asks sternly.

‘This is Adrienne and we were browsing on your computer and saw some of the bookmarks and they turned us both on and then we happened to find the DVD and started to watch it. One thing led to another and I’m sorry for snooping amongst your private film collection but please don’t tell my parents any of this because they wouldn’t understand any of it’ Naomi says very nervously.

‘And what do you have to say for yourself Adrienne’ Claire asks in the same tone of voice.

‘All I can say is sorry as well’ Adrienne answers in a very soft English accent so I guessed that she was a friend from Claire’s course.

‘Have either of you ever experienced a spanking?’ Claire asks and it is clearly a loaded question from the tone of her voice.

‘No Mrs Arnold’ Naomi answers and Adrienne shakes her head.

‘Oh good I so enjoy spanking virgin flesh’ Claire says as she disappears out of the room for a few minutes. When she returns she is carrying a tawse and a cane from our collection of implements. Claire lays these on the coffee table in full view of both Naomi and Adrienne and their eyes flit between the implements and Claire. Claire is generally the submissive in our relationship although she does switch occasionally and I know that she can give a very effective punishment when she wants to so this is going to be very interesting. When Claire looks over at me asking me with her eyes whether I want to join in I shake my head which passes control over to Claire and she smiles at me so she is obviously looking forward to it as well.

Claire sits down on the edge of one of the armchairs and beckons Naomi over to her first. Nervously Naomi approaches and when she is near enough Claire takes hold of her wrist and helps her down into position over her knee. Claire begins the spanking and before long Naomi is gasping and squirming over her lap as the bottom turns a pretty shade of red fairly quickly. Naomi’s legs are kicking out all over the place but I’m not that interested in seeing this display because I’m actually sitting looking at Adrienne who is totally engrossed in what is happening before her, licking her lips nervously at times but she couldn’t seem to stop playing with herself either. When Claire is satisfied with the uniform redness of Naomi’s bottom she sends her to stand in the corner with her hands on her head and she then beckons Adrienne forward. There was no nervous hesitation in Adrienne’s walk and she didn’t need to be helped down over Claire’s lap as she was almost down before Claire knew what was happening. Adrienne took the spanking brilliantly and was then sent to stand next to Naomi in the corner and we both admired the redness in their bottoms but they were about to become redder still.

‘Judging from the damp patch that your pussies have left on my dress you both enjoyed that spanking which is brilliant but I wonder if you will find the next section quite so enjoyable. I think twelve with the tawse for snooping through our computer and twelve with the cane for prying into our film collection. What do you think Ken is that reasonable?’ Claire asks.

‘Yes I would say that is very reasonable Claire after all we do have to teach them a lesson about privacy’ I answer.

‘Yes we do have to teach them to respect privacy and I’m sure this will help do that. Adrienne you can go first this time. You will come back here and bend over the arm of the sofa’ Claire says quite sharply. Claire has picked up the tawse and there is a slight look of concern on Adrienne’s face as she is moving towards the arm of the sofa. Claire delivers these twelve strokes of the tawse very briskly and quite sharply. This is a technique I’ve used on her on many occasions and it means that each individual stroke doesn’t seem too bad but after the last one lands the sting is phenomenal and Adrienne’s yelp confirms that this is the case. The tawsing has brought a much deeper red hue to Adrienne’s bottom.

‘Well done Adrienne you took that really well. Count the cane strokes please’ Claire says and I guess that she will be using Adrienne’s voice as a guide to how she is feeling. A sharp flick of Claire’s wrist delivered the cane quickly down into Adrienne’s bottom and she gasped with this as it would have stung and it certainly left a prominent stripe on the bottom. Claire painted twelve distinct stripes on Adrienne’s bottom and with each of them her gasps became sharper and by the end tears were rolling slowly down her cheeks. Claire sent Adrienne to stand next to me while she was punishing Naomi and as this was happening my fingers are gently stroking over each of the stripes on Adrienne’s bottom. A series of sensuous moans escape from Adrienne’s throat and a trail of liquid starts to seep out of her pussy. At the end of Naomi’s caning Claire kept her bent over the arm of the sofa and bent forward to place a kiss in the centre of each cheek and her tongue soon slipped down to her pussy. Adrienne looked longingly at me so I turned her round and sat her down on the chair while I knelt at her feet. We both brought climaxes from our respective girls and they both lay back exhausted.

A big mistake

Our corporate Christmas party was always a riotous affair as it started at lunchtime on our last working day before the two week holiday and continued until the early evening by which time everyone was normally utterly wrecked although some people then went and carried on in other local pubs. Normally I was one of them but this year I was too far gone to even contemplate having any more to drink so at about 7.30pm I started to take the fairly short walk back to my flat. It would normally only take me about twenty minutes to make this journey but I think it probably took me that time to walk half of the distance this evening as I just couldn’t walk in a straight line.

I’d worn my kilt to the party largely as a result of losing a bet about the result of a rugby match with some of my English colleagues, although I did enjoy wearing it anyway and it had certainly generated a lot of attention for me during the afternoon. This attention continued as I was walking home after the party when I noticed many people having a good look at me. Two women seemed to be particularly interested and they stopped me and engaged in quite a long conversation before asking me whether I was wearing anything under my kilt and when I answered ‘No, I never wear anything underneath my kilt’

‘We don’t believe you. Prove it’

All of the alcohol that I had consumed had removed any inhibitions and sense that I may have had so I turned round and lifted the back of my kilt to display my bare backside to them.

As I was standing up again still with my back to the two women I felt one of them take hold of my arms while the other one applied a pair of handcuffs to my wrists and then spun me back round to face the two of them. I saw that they both had broad grins on their faces.

‘Well boy that was a very interesting display of public indecency that you have just committed. Don’t worry though we will not be taking you to the Station as we will have our own fun with you for a while first before deciding exactly what to do with you. In case you haven’t twigged yet we are both police officers.’

As this statement sunk into my befuddled brain I realised the mistake that I had made and slurred an apology.

‘It’s too late for that boy. You have openly offended so must take the consequences of your actions.’

I was led to a house that was only a few streets away from where my flat was and as soon as we were inside the handcuffs were removed but one of the officers had a very tight hold of my shoulders as the other proceeded to strip me of my clothes item by item until I was standing in front of both of them completely naked and handcuffed again as they both appraised my body fully from seemingly all angles. Not a word was uttered and I found myself being pushed over the arm of a chair and moments later there was a blinding flash of pain in my bottom.

I tried to look round to see what had caused this but before I could see anything a hand took hold of the back of my neck and pushed my head down into the seat of the chair. Whatever it was that had caused the initial flash of pain in my bottom kept biting and seemingly with an increasing ferocity and soon I was struggling against the hand forcing my head into the seat and eventually I managed to break free of the grasp and discovered that it was a cane that had been assailing my bottom.

I stood looking at the two women and they advanced on me and I found myself backed into a corner with no escape route. From somewhere they retrieved a broad leather collar and this was tightly fastened around my neck and a dog leash was attached to it allowing the two of them to drag me through to the bathroom where I was manhandled into the large bath on my back. One of the women stood in the bath and applied a lot of pressure with the sole of her shoe to my testicles and this stopped me from trying to escape as it was very painful. Her compatriot left the room briefly and returned with some rope and she proceeded to tie me up very securely.

A noose was created that held my cock and balls tightly and then the free ends of the rope were used to tie my wrists in front of me before going up round my neck. I tried to escape when the woman released the pressure from her foot on my balls only to find that any movement I made increased the grip of the noose around my cock and balls making it even more painful. I realised at that point that I was completely captured and a fear settled over me. Both of the women removed there trousers and pants before standing up on the edge of the bath and showered me with the contents of there bladders.

As they got dressed they said with real joy in there voices ‘don’t run away now boy. We have a lot more fun in store for you when we finish our shift in a few hours time.’

Very shortly after they left me I started to feel very cold, damp and uncomfortable and tried vainly to escape from my bonds but only succeeded in making things a lot more uncomfortable for myself as the ropes worked themselves even tighter. I had no concept of time but eventually I heard the sound of the front door of the house opening and the voices of the two women chatting contentedly as they came up the stairs to the bathroom. When they open the door I start to protest at my treatment but they just laugh this off with the comment.

‘So glad to see that you decided to stay and have some more fun Kenneth. I bet that you are beginning to get thirsty as the hangover sets in.’

‘No I’m not thirsty in the least’ I respond and surprisingly it dawned on me that I didn’t have a hangover.

‘Well never mind we are going to give you a drink anyway.’

I watched as each of the women urinated into a glass and then they produced a funnel and a long piece of tubing.

‘Open your mouth’ I am ordered and I refuse to do it.

‘Open your mouth’ I am ordered again and this time in a much more forceful tone of voice. Again I refuse to do it so simply one of the women takes hold of my nose and holds it closed until I am forced to open my mouth to breath. At that point the tube is forced into my mouth and a large part of the glass of urine is poured down my throat.

I splutter and gag on it but the vast majority makes its way down my throat and I realise that the taste isn’t as bad as I’d feared it would be. The remainder of the glass is poured down my throat in more measured quantities and I give up on fighting them as it is clear that I have no hope of winning and will only end up making things worse for myself.

I was taken out of the bath and led through to a bedroom where I found myself being bound tightly on the floor at the bottom of the bed but at least this was a warmer and slightly softer surface than the cold metal of the bath.

‘Your disobedience will be dealt with tomorrow morning so I suggest that you try and get some sleep because you are going to need it.’ Was the worrying comment from one of the women.

I did manage to doze for a couple of hours but was still very tired when I was prodded awake by one of the women at about 10am. Only those ropes that were securing me to the bed were removed as I was then led through to the lounge and was made to kneel in front of the two women as they ate breakfast.

‘Now then Kenneth when we went back to the station after capturing you last night we discovered that this was not your first public indecency offence as once previously you bared your bottom to the world after a rugby match so you seem to be a serial offender. Not only that but we discovered a caution on your record for the possession of pornographic material when you were a student. Armed with this information we decided that we should undertake a search of your flat just to make sure that you hadn’t slipped back to your old ways. Well what did we find when we searched your flat.’

‘I don’t know’ I answered but sure that I knew exactly what they would have found.

‘Well we found some very interesting pornographic material that certainly borders on the obscene and which the courts would certainly be interested in. I presume therefore that we can count on your continued co-operation and obedience?’

‘Yes you can count on my continued co-operation and obedience’ I reply knowing that I had been well and truly snared.

‘From now on you will refer to us as Mistress because that is exactly what we are to you.’

Placing a cereal bowl in front of me I was given my first instruction.

‘You will wank your balls dry for us and then you will lick it all up as we decide upon exactly what it is we are going to do with you.’