Being taken in hand

Miss Hall had been teaching within my school for a couple of years and had a reputation for being one of the best and strictest in the school so when I found out that I was going to be in her class for history in my 4th year I knew that I would have to be really careful not to come to her attention as I have a really cheeky streak in me. Even though I was thinking of it in my first class with Miss Hall my innate temperament came to the fore when she asked me a question and I gave her a very sarcastic response. Momentarily anger flashed across Miss Hall’s face and I knew that I was in trouble.

‘You will return to this classroom at the end of the day Kenneth’ Miss Hall says calmly giving me a couple of periods to consider my fate.

‘Well I see the reports that you are a cheeky and impertinent young man are true Kenneth. I will not tolerate any pupil talking to me like that and I have no doubt that you have heard my reputation as the strictest teacher in the school. I am about to demonstrate that this reputation is justified and I hope that one application of the tawse will be sufficient to teach you not to push me but if it is not then it will be repeated until such time as you do learn the lesson. You will now assume the position and will receive three strokes on each palm’ Miss Hall says calmly as I am standing in front of her and it is her calmness that frightens me the most.

Miss Hall certainly wasn’t the first teacher to tawse me so I knew exactly the position that I had to take up and I didn’t want to give her any excuse to add to the six that I was already getting. I extended my arms straight out in front of me and rested my left hand on top of the right one watching while Miss Hall pulled the tawse from her desk drawer. It looked worryingly thick and barely bent when she held it out straight. It was a three-tailed tawse and these always seemed to be worse than two-tailed ones for some reason. Miss Hall walked round her desk and turned me round so that I was facing her and it was then that I realised she was almost as tall as me. I watched Miss Hall take the tawse up and over her shoulder before she brought it down sharply across my left hand. I hear the splat as the tawse contacts my hand and it tries to push my arms down but they are braced tightly enough that it doesn’t happen. For a fraction of a second I don’t feel a thing but then the pain hits me like a crashing wave. I grit my teeth and screw my eyes shut to try and stop Miss Hall from seeing the effect that it had had on me but she was experienced enough to know that it had gotten through to me.

I opened my eyes again just in time to see the tawse being rested over Miss Hall’s shoulder again and again it was brought down sharply onto my palm. This time there was not even a fraction of a seconds respite from the pain because it coursed straight through me from the moment the tawse landed. I reacted in exactly the same way to this stroke but after the third one to my left hand I gave a yelp because it was even harder and when I looked down at my hand I saw just how red it was.

‘Change hands Kenneth’ Miss Hall instructed and I did it. My left hand felt like it was three times its normal size as the left one sat on top of it and this meant that I could feel it throbbing as if it had its own heart beat. I look into Miss Hall’s face as she is about to deliver the first stroke to my right hand and there is a look of concentrated determination on her face. Her focus is on my palm until just after the stroke lands with a splat and then she looks up into my face seeing my reaction. As I open my eyes again I think that I can see a ghost of a smile on Miss Hall’s face and this remains as she completes the tawsing with another two devastating strokes. It was easily the hardest tawsing that I had received from any teacher and it made me truly fear a repeat dose because it would be more than three to each hand.

‘As I said Kenneth I hope this punishment will have been sufficiently severe that I don’t have to repeat it’ Miss Hall says as she is replacing the tawse on the desk.

‘I hope that you won’t have to repeat it Miss Hall’ I say sincerely for probably the first time in my life. Through the year Miss Hall did have to tawse me a couple of times but this was far less than in most of my other classes and she also proved herself to be a brilliant teacher so I respected and responded very well to her. I didn’t take history in my 5th year because I was intending to take it in my 6th and final year. During my 5th year corporal punishment was banned and this had a very negative effect on my behaviour because lines and detentions didn’t have anything like the same effect on me. Despite this decline in my behaviour I still did really well in my exams so had a free choice in the subjects that I took in my final year and history was one of these and Miss Hall made sure that she was teaching the class that I was in. I still had a deep level of respect for Miss Hall and she is still a very strict teacher but without the very real and direct threat of the tawse behind her I acted up a bit more. I was still better in Miss Hall’s class than I was in the others where the bad points in my character began to dominate my good points. Having received unconditional offers from my first and second choice universities had definitely not helped this because it meant I didn’t have to worry about my exam results. Early on in the year Miss Hall kept me behind at the end of the day to talk to me about my behaviour although in reality it was more a case of her talking at me.

‘You are one of the more intelligent boys in this school yet you seem intent on wasting your ability through laziness, complacency and an astonishing arrogance’ Miss Hall says as she is perched on the edge of her desk looking intently at me from a few feet away. I start to respond to this accusation.

‘You will not interrupt me Kenneth’ Miss Hall says and I put on a surly expression, ‘and you will not look at me like that either Kenneth’ she continues and the tone of her voice tells me that she means it.

‘Although you were a challenge to teach two years ago it was a very nice challenge but now you are just an ignorant little brat who thinks they are better than the school. You never prepare for lessons preferring to rely on your intelligence so that you can bluff your way through things and I know for a fact that you play truant regularly but because the school does not want to be seen as having a problem it will not take any action against you for this. One of the reasons why you used to be such a nice challenge to teach was because you are a wonderful debater but now instead of using these skills you are just plainly argumentative and you seem to pick arguments purely for fun’ I have not enjoyed hearing any of this because deep down I know that it is true which hurts but I start to open my mouth to defend myself since I don’t want to admit the failings. Miss Hall’s look cuts me dead in my tracks.

‘I have seen you out and about with your girlfriend and your older sister and with both of these people you are the perfect gentleman but here in school you are anything but the perfect gentleman. Here you are rude, insolent, cruel and sometimes wicked towards boys and girls and even towards the teachers where you are also utterly disobedient. This behaviour is utterly intolerable and there must be something more to it than simply the fact that teachers can no longer belt you so what do you have to say for yourself Kenneth?’ Miss Hall finally concludes the lecture. I sit silently for a minute or two taking in everything that Miss Hall has said and trying to devise an appropriate answer.

‘If my behaviour was that bad then surely the school would have done something about it’ I start unconvincingly.

‘You know as well as I do Kenneth that your behaviour is that bad and the only reason the school hasn’t done anything about it is because it is trying to save its reputation as the best school in the area so to suspend or expel a pupil takes something very major’ Miss Hall answers seeing through my attack, ‘so I suggest that you start again Kenneth and be honest this time’ she concludes sharply.

‘As you yourself said Miss Hall I am an intelligent boy, and thank you for the compliment, but this means that I find the work that is expected of me very easy and when things are too easy for me I get bored and when I’m bored I would tend to be very fractious so causing trouble is a way of relieving my boredom particularly because I know that the school isn’t going to suspend or throw me out. It is true to say that when teachers could belt me it was the best way of motivating me and keeping me out of trouble but even then as you may know you were the teacher who got the best out of me as I fully respected you and you challenged me in class whereas most other teachers let me get on with things. I am sorry for the trouble that I have caused and I honestly do want to improve but I’m not sure how it is going to happen’ I answer having realised that Miss Hall will see through any attempt to lie to her or even partially hide the truth.

‘Thank you Kenneth for answering me honestly and I suspected that your problems may stem from laziness but I can see that your explanation of boredom is more accurate. Surely however you want to get into university next year so will have to do well in the exams to get there?’ Miss Hall asks.

‘Yes I am going to university next year but my results were good enough last year that I have been given unconditional offers by my first and second choice universities so I don’t have any pressure from that side’ I answer and there is a look of surprise on Miss Hall’s face at this.

‘In that case Kenneth I am going to have to find another way in which to motivate you. I would like your permission to speak to your parents privately’ Miss Hall says.

‘I have no problem with you speaking to my parents privately Miss Hall however you would find it more useful to speak to my older sister and my girlfriend as they have a lot more influence over me than my parents’ I answer.

‘In that case I will speak to them instead so please give me their mobile numbers so that I can get in touch’ Miss Hall says and I hand over the numbers. Alison, my girlfriend, is a couple of years older than me and she had decided not to go off to university because a good job offer had come up in one of the local banks. Emma, my sister, is four years older than me and she is now training to be an accountant and neither of them tolerates any misbehaviour from me although it is only Emma that punishes me corporally if I misbehave. Alison simply has to use a tone of voice to indicate her displeasure and I modify my behaviour because I never want to upset her.

‘I want you to think very carefully about what I have said Kenneth and I will see you at the end of the week to discuss how I am going to bring about the improvement in your behaviour that you want to happen’ Miss Hall says before dismissing me and all the way home I am thinking about what has been said to me and going through my behaviour since last year picking out lots of examples of everything that Miss Hall has said. By the time I get home I am very angry with myself so it is almost a relief when Alison phones that evening and asks me to come round to see her.

‘Once you start wasting your talent like you are you will never get it back so your behaviour and attitude must improve from this moment forward’ Alison says as soon as I am in the flat taking me completely by surprise so Miss Hall has obviously talked to her already. Shortly afterwards there is a call on my mobile phone and I look at it to see that it’s Emma that is calling so I let it go to my voicemail knowing that I wasn’t going to like what Emma was saying. After this abrupt start to my evening with Alison she uses all of her charm and subtlety to probe my mind and I had soon admitted to her that everything Miss Hall had told her was true. I also told her that when Miss Hall had been lecturing me I had known that it was true but had not wanted to admit and Alison tells me that at least now that I’ve admitted there is a problem we can work on solving it.

‘I’ve seen you with Emma and like Miss Hall I’ve never seen you being anything other than a perfect gentleman with her, like you are with me, so what is it about her that inspires this in you which none of the teachers seems to be able to replicate?’ Alison asks.

‘I guess it is because I fear, respect and love Emma that I behave around her and if I don’t she has no hesitation in giving me a hard spanking to modify my behaviour’ I answer.

‘I want to know everything that happens when Emma punishes you and I also want to know what it is about me that inspires you to be a perfect gentleman?’ Alison continues.

‘With you Alison it is something psychological that inspires good behaviour on my part because I know from the tone of your voice if I have displeased you and this makes me feel absolutely terrible so I never want to do it and if I do then I will try to modify my behaviour so that it doesn’t happen again. As for what happens when I am with Emma then it is very simple. I am given one warning look if I do something to displease or disobey her and if this doesn’t change my behaviour then the next time she swats my bottom with her hand irrespective of where we are at that moment. This tells me that whenever we reach a private space I will be going over her lap for a hard, bare bottomed spanking. Should I be stupid enough to continue upsetting her then the punishment increases in intensity with each offence starting with her hairbrush then a wooden paddle. A tawse and cane are used if I upset her still further and if I still don’t learn then Emma uses everything on me until I am truly repentant. Only once has Emma had to go this far with me and that was last summer when she was looking after me when my parents were on holiday and I persisted in refusing to tell her where I had been during the day because I’d been spending it with you instead of studying. By the end of the punishment I had told Emma what she wanted to know and I could feel it whenever I sat down for four days afterwards. Despite this I still love Emma deeply as a sister’ I answer.

‘Remember what I have said about your behaviour Ken’ Alison says as she is giving me a kiss on the cheek as I’m going home for the night.

‘Little brother there is something we need to discuss. You will call me as soon as you get home tonight’ was Emma’s message which I checked as I was walking home and when I got in I called Emma from my mobile.

‘I had a call from Miss Hall, one of your teachers, earlier this evening after you have given her my number which was a good first step. Miss Hall gave me a disgraceful report on your behaviour over the last year. Is this behaviour going to change Ken?’ Emma asks although it really wasn’t a question as there is only one possible answer.

‘Yes Emma I want to change this behaviour which is why I gave Miss Hall your number’ I answered.

‘Well let me just say that if your behaviour does not improve then I will tan your behind so hard that you will not be able to sit comfortably for a month!’ Emma answers before ending the call. I know that she means it and equally importantly I know that she will have absolutely no second thoughts if she has to do it. I was called to Miss Hall’s room at the end of the day on Friday and she told me that the second meeting would take place at 7.30pm at her house instead of in school. I didn’t think anything of this at the time and took the address when it was handed to me. My parents are used to me going out at the weekend so there are no questions when I leave at 7pm.

I am greeted by the frightening sight of Miss Hall sitting on the sofa flanked by Emma and Alison. Alison explained what I had said to her about why I behaved so well around her and Emma including the fact that it was respect, fear and love that drove this obedience. Emma then said that I had told her that I wanted to improve my behaviour before outlining the threat she had made to me if I didn’t improve.

‘Well Kenneth it seems like you have admitted your faults to yourself and genuinely do want to improve your behaviour. I have discussed this situation with both Alison and Emma and we have decided upon a solution that will provide you with the necessary fear and motivation to improve. As you will know I am no longer allowed to belt you at school however this restriction does not apply to Emma and I believe that because you told me to contact her you actually realise that you need to receive corporal punishment for these sins and therefore you are likely to agree to me punishing you outside of school as well. Therefore I will be keeping a weekly report on your behaviour and once a week you will be called to account and punished by Emma in front of us for these offences. Do you agree to this and do you also agree that I can join Emma in punishing you as a result of this offence?’ Miss Hall asked.

‘Yes Miss Hall I agree to this approach and I also agree to you punishing me alongside Emma as a result of this report’ I answer because even if I hadn’t agreed Emma would have punished me anyway.

‘Very well your first punishment will now take place’ Miss Hall says.

Lay the bait

Dyan and I have been going out with each other since the end of our first year at university and we discovered early on that we are both into corporal punishment with Dyan as the giver. We have played together regularly since this discovery but this has always been in private but I know that Dyan wants to administer a spanking in public as she’s given me a few playful swats when we are out but she seems scared to ask me to do this probably because she doesn’t know whether I would want other people to know about this side of me. I would definitely be happy for Dyan to spank me in public so I decide that I will have to set up a situation where she gets the chance to do it if she wants and luckily it proves very easy to do.

Dyan and I are both in the final year of our degrees and most of our flat from first year have remained good friends so we are celebrating together after our final exam with a picnic in one of the local parks. Six out of the eight of us from our first year flat are sitting round and the only reason all eight of us aren’t there is because two of them were international students who were only over for a year but I was still in contact with both of them by email. Paul was the only other lad in the group and just like me he was going out with one of the girls. We have bottles of champagne chilling in the pond and are having great fun drinking and talking now that the stress of the exams has passed.

Normally I don’t have to be naughty to get a spanking from Dyan but this will be the best way of bringing about the public spanking that we both crave. Having been going out with Dyan for a couple of years I know all of the buttons that I can push to wind her up and as we are sitting round I start to push these. Dyan knows that I am teasing her but she doesn’t know why so she shoots me a couple of warning looks as if saying to me, ‘take one more step and you are in deep trouble’. I stopped for a minute or two before starting again and without warning Dyan reached across to me and pulled me across her knee. A few smacks landed on my bottom and a hush descended on the group but Dyan was now in her spanking mode so she ignored the fact that we had an audience and continued with the spanking. Without a care for the audience Dyan bared my bottom and continued the spanking getting harder all the time.

‘Spank him harder Dyan he deserves it’ the other girls in the group say as I put up a play of struggling against Dyan’s grip. Dyan responded to this encouragement and it became the longest and hardest spanking that I’d ever had from her but I was really enjoying it so I didn’t want it to stop but sooner or later it had to stop. With a hard flurry of smacks to my bottom and legs Dyan brought the spanking to a close and she covered up my bottom before releasing her grip on my arm and legs.

‘Oh you should have left his bottom bare so that we could see it’ a couple of the girls say as I am kneeling beside Dyan.

‘No he would probably enjoy that too much’ Dyan answers with a grin on her face. I become very attentive and affectionate towards Dyan after the spanking and she realises at that moment that I have been deliberately playing with her so that I could get a spanking.

‘You are a surprisingly effective brat Ken but you’d better be careful from now on because I’ve got the taste for spanking you in public so nowhere will you be safe’ Dyan whispers in my ear as we are heading to the college bar that evening.

Night of the Cane

I attended my first Night of the Cane event last night and had an excellent time. Night of the Cane is an event organised by The Firm and earlier in this year I attended their Burn’s Night event which was also excellent. It was excellent to catch up with some good friends and to chat to some new people. I watched a couple of the very interesting workshops but the highlight of the night for me was definitely participating and watching the caning competition. All of the competitors had put a lot of thought and effort into their entries.

I had entered the competition with Miss Hunter and it was Miss Hunter that had the idea for our entry and she put a lot of effort into developing it for which I was very grateful. As we were waiting to be called up onto the stage to compete I felt a little nervous both about the caning but also because I wanted to put on a good performance for the audience. Miss Hunter’s idea was based on the Countdown quiz show. I selected a set of vowels and consonants which were then put onto a board and as the music from the show was played Miss Hunter delivered her six strokes of the cane. This caning left me nicely warmed up for later on in the evening when Miss Hunter was able to give me another 24 strokes of the cane before Nicole Switch gave me a further six strokes of the cane. We didn’t win but I really enjoyed taking part in the competition.

 

Inefficiency

Following the retirement of my personal assistant the company ran a trawl exercise within its existing clerical staff to fill the position and I found myself with the somewhat unenviable prospect of having Wendy in the position. It was unenviable because she has a reputation for being one of the more inefficient members of the clerical grades due to her very sociable nature which saw her chatting a lot. I quickly found out that the reputation was correct but when Wendy put her mind fully to a task she was brilliant so I started to think of ways to ensure that Wendy did keep her mind fully on her job and not on her social life.

‘I always found that a spanking did the trick for my secretaries’ my Grandfather suggested when I’d gone to see him for a day and had been talking about my job. As tempting as this suggestion was I knew that it really wasn’t an option so I tried to forget about it but every so often it popped back into my head when I heard Wendy chatting away on the phone or when she made silly little errors in her work. One week in particular Wendy was impossible making any number of silly but potentially very costly mistakes in a number of important documents and being slow but the final straw for me was when she forgot to put an important meeting onto my calendar meaning that I had to be summoned directly to the meeting which was very embarrassing.

Wendy seemed to realise her mistake and as soon as I got back from the meeting she came into my office to apologise but as she was only a few words into her apology I pulled her down over my lap and unleashed a dozen or so smacks onto Wendy’s bottom. They weren’t particularly hard but Wendy was crying her eyes out by the time I stopped and put her back on her feet. Nothing was said and Wendy walked out of the office and it was almost her finishing time anyway so I certainly didn’t stop her when I heard her leaving the office altogether. I knew that I had seriously overstepped the mark and wondered what the reaction would be but I certainly didn’t expect it to be splashed all over the local and national press.

On the Monday morning as I was going into work I found my actions as the front page headline in the main local newspaper and to limit the embarrassment to the company I resigned instead of waiting to be sacked having admitted to the Chairman of the company that the story was largely accurate. Some of the national papers picked up on the story and ran with it on their websites and then in the paper the following day. For a couple of days I found myself as the centre of attention which was very uncomfortable but a few of my friends advised me just to sit tight and tough it out which was what I did. It was interesting seeing some of the reaction both in the local and national newspapers to my actions because there was support for it in some quarters.

I didn’t find myself out of work for long because one of the major competitors for my previous company took me on and they didn’t mind what had happened all they were concerned about was the change I could make to their bottom line. I think my notoriety actually helped me to establish myself within this new company and it certainly gave me a much tougher mental attitude. A few months later I happened to go into one of the pubs that had been a regular haunt for my former colleagues on a Friday after work and while there weren’t any of my former colleagues in there I did find a very sad looking Wendy sitting at a table obviously all alone. I had never gotten the chance to apologise to Wendy for what I had done to her and we’d actually gotten on very well so I bought her a drink and went over to her table.

‘Wendy, I want to apologise for spanking you I know that it should never have happened and I am not going to say anything in defence of my actions because there is none. Is everything okay because you look very sad’ I said as I placed the glass of red wine down in front of Wendy without being so presumptuous as to sit down.

‘Please sit down Ken’ Wendy said but as she was finishing the words a stream of tears flowed down her face so instead of sitting down I gave Wendy a cuddle and let her rest her head against my shoulder for a few minutes until the sobs had died away.

‘There is no need to apologise for what you did to me that Friday afternoon Ken because I know that I deserved it. It was my boyfriend that forced me to go to the local paper with the story because he knew that they would pay good money for it and they did but he took all of the money and left me. Your replacement, Matt, was very nasty towards me from the start taking every opportunity to put me down but even worse he regularly humiliated me in front of all the other personal assistants and clerical staff. At least you were a kind, considerate boss even when you were giving me stick it was done in such a way as to keep my spirits up and not crush them. As I say I know I deserved that spanking and I knew that you considered it to be the end of the matter but I never got the chance to tell you this because you had resigned by the time I came back to work. I finally snapped today when Matt came to find me when I was at lunch in the canteen with a number of the other personal assistants and in front of everyone he tore strips off of me for one little typo in a minor document. I stood up and in front of everyone I told Matt where to go in no uncertain terms and he couldn’t handle it. Needless to say I’ve now been sacked so find myself single and unemployed. Life would be so much better if I could work for you again’ Wendy said with a wave of bitterness in her voice.

‘Well if that is what you want then I can make it happen’ I said because I did need a personal assistant and had the authority to get one from outside the company and this would effectively be a head hunting exercise.

‘Do you really mean that Ken?’ Wendy asks with a trace of disbelief in her voice.

‘Yes I really mean that Wendy. I am working for the opposition now and don’t currently have a personal assistant but I do need one and have the authority to get one and I would love it to be you’ I answer.

‘Would you spank me again Ken?’ Wendy asks.

‘Not in the office but I would do it at home’ I answer.

‘Does that mean you would want me as your girlfriend as well as your PA or does it just mean you would carry out any spankings in a more private environment?’ Wendy asks.

‘It means that I would want you as my girlfriend Wendy’ I answer and this time it is Wendy who gives me the cuddle.

‘When can I start?’ Wendy whispers in my ear.

‘Well how about Monday for the PA and dinner tonight as my girlfriend’ I whisper back.

‘Perfect’ Wendy answers before we engage in a deep kiss.

Taking liberties

I have a number of different business interests but one of my first acquisitions had been a set of stables north of Perth which I’d bought from a family friend to help them out and also to help a former girlfriend of mine cut her teeth in business management because I’d appointed Tanya to the stable manager position. Tanya and I had gone out with each other for a year or so when we were at school and had remained close friends afterwards so I knew all about her love of horses and her desire to get into this line of work when I bought the stables. I have handed over almost complete responsibility for the running of the stables to Tanya but I still visit the stables regularly to keep an eye on how things are going for the staff and financially as well.

I know that Tanya has started to apply her own brand of discipline using her whips to the bare bottoms of the staff as a way of keeping them in line. Tanya seems to think that I don’t know all about this discipline and that she would be immune from the same sanctions being the manageress. Although when I had bought the stables it had been a purely business deal I have since discovered that I actually enjoy riding and generally I go for a ride every couple of weeks. When I ride I normally ride out with one of the stable staff so that I get the chance to speak to them all. My ride one week was with Justine who had been with the stables for a good number of years and who knew that I owned the stables. From the moment she mounted her horse I could see that she was very uncomfortable in the saddle.

‘What’s wrong Justine?’ I asked although I had a good inkling of what the answer was going to be.

‘I was whipped by Tanya yesterday’ Justine answers immediately and then a look of horror comes over her face, ‘I shouldn’t have said that to you Ken, please don’t tell Tanya or I’ll get an even harder whipping’ Justine finishes.

‘Don’t worry Justine. Tanya will not be whipping you harder for telling me. Would you like to tell me anything else about Tanya?’ I reassure her.

‘I like Tanya and she is very good for the stables but I have to say that she is getting way too big for her boots particularly with the new girls that she has employed herself. She treats them almost as her slaves and punishes them regularly. It’s almost as if she thinks she owns the place and can’t be touched’ Justine answers obviously thinking in for a penny in for a pound with her comments.

‘Thank you Justine I think there might be a few developments in the next few hours that you would all like to see’ was my comment as we were on the ride. When I got back from the ride I went to the office to look for Tanya but she wasn’t in which was quite good because it allowed me to have a look round and I noticed that the paperwork was quite behind considering we were near the end of the month and I also saw the wall chart that detailed the whippings that Tanya had given to the staff. Tanya walks into the office holding a riding crop with a big smile on her face and that only slightly diminishes when she sees me. I start to question Tanya about the paperwork and receive nothing but evasive answers to my questions.

‘I think you need a taste of the crop that you are holding to remind you of just who is in charge of these stables’ I say calmly.

‘You can’t do that Ken’ Tanya says with a trace of concern in her voice.

‘Who gave you permission to use the crop on the rest of the staff Tanya?’ I ask and she realises that she is sunk but still she tries to answer.

‘No-one, but’ and I’m interested to hear what is coming next but there is nothing else to say.

‘Well Tanya I see the situation as follows. Either you accept a taste of your own medicine or you stop dishing it out altogether. I’ve been looking at the chart that you have been keeping and it appears that you are becoming harsher in your regime so what is it to be?’ I ask knowing that Tanya will be reluctant to give up her own fun and when she hands me the crop she is holding this is confirmed.

‘I guess it is only fair that I should have to answer to you as the owner of the stables and yes I do admit that I have been getting harsher in my regime but all of the staff accept the discipline without question’ Tanya says.

‘I am sure that they accept because they do not feel they have a choice however once they have seen you are not above the same discipline I am sure that they will have less difficulty in accepting the sanctions’ I say noticing the shock on Tanya’s face as she realises that her punishment will be witnessed.

‘You are not going to punish me in front of the staff are you’ Tanya queries nervously.

‘Yes it is going to be open to the staff to witness this punishment and it will do them good to see that what is sauce for the goose is also sauce for the gander. You will therefore go round the staff informing them that you are about to be punished and they are welcome to watch before making your way to the parade ring where you will strip completely and await my arrival’ I command. Tanya hesitates for a moment or two probably wondering if she will be able to persuade me to change my mind and when she realises she wouldn’t, and there is no way I would have changed my mind, she skulks out of the office.

Tanya has obeyed my orders and I’m not surprised to see all of the staff following me into the parade ring. I go round the staff asking them how many lashes they received the last time that Tanya whipped them and the answers were either twelve or eighteen strokes which tallied with the information that had been on the wall chart so none of them were trying to protect Tanya.

‘Tanya, you are going to get eighteen lashes with this crop for abusing your authority and a further twelve lashes for not keeping the paperwork up to date making thirty lashes in total. You will bend over and place your hands on your knees and should you move from this position or try to avoid any of the lashes then I shall tie your wrists to your ankles and start again. Do I make myself clear’ I say.

‘Yes Sir I understand’ Tanya answers before doing what she was told. I walked over to her and all of the staff came in a little closer to get a better view and I didn’t mind this at all although I was sure that Tanya wished they would all step back. The crop that Tanya had given me in her office was quite nice and stiff with ribbed leather covering what felt like a fibre glass core. I laid the first stroke sharply across the centre of Tanya’s lovely bottom, a bottom that was even more luscious now than when I’d been going out with her, and it left a clear red line on the bottom and drew a gasp from Tanya as it landed. I waited for a few seconds before delivering the second lash which got the same concentration and the same weight bringing the same reaction from Tanya. As the lashing continues the red stripes start to merge into one on Tanya’s bottom and her cries become louder and louder until by the end she is really yelling out but she has remained steadfastly in position.

‘You will now stand up, turn round and apologise to the staff for abusing your authority’ I tell Tanya after delivering the thirtieth and last lash. Her face is tear-streaked as she stands up and gives the apology that is asked for.

‘Thank you Tanya’ Justine says in response to this apology and a number of the others follow suit before I dismiss them all and lead Tanya back to the office. I clear a space over Tanya’s desk and bend her over it before picking up the tube of hand cream that is sitting on the desk. When Tanya sees me picking up the cream she visibly relaxes because before that I think she thought I was going to spank her some more.

‘I don’t mind you punishing the staff in this way Tanya but don’t overdo it and land yourself in hot water and certainly don’t take liberties with your own work because if I have to I will repeat the punishment’ I say to Tanya as I’m massaging generous quantities of this cream into Tanya’s bottom and as well as soothing her bottom it seemed to light a fire in her sex because she became very wet and wanton.

‘Will you take me like you used to do when we were at university?’ Tanya pleaded and I didn’t even bother answering the question just went ahead and did it until we both climaxed. This became the start of a new relationship between us and it was even better second time round than it had been first time. The punishment also seems to have the effect of generating a new camaraderie between all of the staff at the stable and even though Tanya does continue to punish them they all now know that she is liable to the same treatment so there isn’t any sense of bitterness towards her.