The by-election

We currently find ourselves in the middle of a very interesting by-election for a seat in the Scottish Parliament for a constituency that includes a mix of urban and rural areas. A close family friend is standing as an independent candidate arguing for the re-introduction of corporal punishment to the judicial system. This campaign has come about because of a spate of vandalism and other crimes in many of the villages that have been caused largely by bored teenagers. We all knew that there was no chance of success but the campaign was really designed to highlight the ineffectiveness of the current sanctions and the need to provide opportunities for the teenagers and in this it was proving to be quite successful.

Shortly before the election Miss Clarke was holding a public meeting in Perth and she used me as a plant in the audience with a number of common questions that were used to challenge the use of any form of corporal punishment. The hall that the meeting was being held in was completely full for the meeting and the atmosphere in the hall is very supportive of Miss Clarke’s position. Miss Clarke gave a wonderful speech as I knew she would because she is a natural public speaker and then she opened the floor to questions. As I stood up to ask a question I could feel all of the eyes in the audience turning to look at me.

‘Is it not wrong to perpetrate violence in any situation because effectively corporal punishment in this setting is nothing other than state sponsored assault?’ I asked and there was an audible hostility coming in my direction as I sat down. Miss Clarke answered the question perfectly and I had a follow up one ready and decided that I would ask it regardless of the looks of disgust coming in my direction.

‘Okay you say that it is not assault, which I would disagree with, but how do you counter the argument that by applying corporal punishment in this setting you are sending the message that it is okay for a stronger authority to bully an individual. Does this not simply lead to a situation where the strong think that it’s fine to prey on the weaker members of society?’ I ask and this time there is some heckling during my question which Miss Clarke stops by saying that everyone has the right to their own point of view. Again Miss Clarke provides a perfect answer to the question and although I have other questions I decide it would be prudent not to ask them so I sit tight until Miss Clarke thanks the audience for coming to the meeting.

As I was filtering out of the hall at the end of the meeting there is a heavy tap on my shoulder and I turn round to see who it has come from in case I have to defend myself from something stronger. It is a colleague of mine, Catriona, that has tapped my shoulder and she is looking daggers at me but I stop and wait for her outside the hall. Catriona and I live in the same village and she offers me a lift home because she knows that I don’t drive. I accept the offer because we have always gotten on well and work quite closely so I know that I’m going to have to provide some sort of explanation to keep the relationship between us. It is fairly late in the evening when we are driving back so the road is pretty quiet so it doesn’t take long before we are sitting at the side of the main street in the village.

‘I can either take you to your house from here or we can go back to my house. It is my belief that you would derive great benefit from coming to see me because the way you ambushed poor Miss Clarke with those questions was disgraceful. You clearly have no experience or understanding of corporal punishment and I think you need to feel it applied properly to see its effectiveness as a deterrent while realising that it is not violence or assault as you so crudely put it’ Catriona says with great conviction in her voice. I could tell that she meant every word and sensed that it would jeopardise our friendship and our working relationship if I either didn’t accede to her wishes or reveal that I was planted by Miss Clarke in the audience. The fact was that I would have no objection to receiving corporal punishment from Catriona as she is a very pretty lady but I don’t want her to know that I am playing her just yet.

‘You’d better take me to your house so you can give me this demonstration then Catriona’ I say trying to put a nervous tone into my voice. It was not long before we pulled up outside of Catriona’s house and she leads me through to the lounge before she disappears for a minute or two returning to the room with a tawse and a cane in her hands.

‘Have you ever been punished before Ken?’ Catriona asks.

‘No Catriona I’ve never been punished’ I answer telling a bare faced lie in the process because since the age of sixteen and eighteen Miss Clarke punished me regularly to ensure that my behaviour remained appropriate. I find myself being pulled down over Catriona’s slim but firm thighs getting myself comfortable as the spanking commences over my trousers. I think of trying to keep up the pretence of this being my first ever punishment but my acting skills are nowhere near good enough to get away with it so I don’t bother. It is quite a gentle spanking really even when Catriona has taken my trousers down and is continuing over the thin cotton boxer shorts that I’m wearing. My lack of reaction to the punishment convinced Catriona that she would have to use something more punitive to get through to me.

‘Stand up’ she instructed as she went to retrieve the tawse and cane from the table bringing one of the chairs back into the centre of the room with her.

‘Bend over the back of the chair with your hands flat on the seat. You are going to receive twelve strokes with each of these implements and this should show you the potency of corporal punishment as a deterrent but also make you realise that it is not an assault’ Catriona says and I obey her command. I am hoping that Catriona is going to bare my bottom for this part of the punishment but I wasn’t going to do anything to prompt her into this course of action. I felt Catriona’s hands on the waistband of my boxer shorts and she lowers them down off of my bottom. Although the spanking had been quite gentle the same couldn’t be said of the first stroke of the tawse which cracked down hard across my bottom. Still I didn’t react to it which must have caused some confusion to Catriona but she didn’t show it as the remaining eleven strokes of the tawse were just as hard and they were all very well targeted. It seemed as if Catriona was no stranger to using the tawse and I wondered where this experience had come from.

I then felt Catriona tapping the cane across my bottom and from the first stroke I knew that she was no stranger to using this either because it was a perfect stroke. Eleven more landed in a tight band and by the end of these Catriona is drawing a subdued but authentic reaction of pain from me.

‘Now do you agree that corporal punishment could act as an effective deterrent for petty crime and is not an assault?’ Catriona asks immediately after she has given me her twelfth stroke. I didn’t want to do it but couldn’t stop the broad grin from spreading across my face and this really did bring a look of confusion to Catriona’s face.

‘I have always believed in the efficacy of corporal punishment and when I said that I’d never experienced it I was lying because I have experienced it on many occasions between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one. I have been funding Miss Clarke’s campaign and have also been working with her on it. She planted me in the audience with those questions so that she could dig deeper into her position’ I answer.

‘Well why on earth did you not say this to begin with rather than accept this punishment?’ Catriona asks with a puzzled look on her face.

‘I’m sorry but I’ve been playing you. I enjoy being punished particularly from attractive young women and you most certainly fall into this category’ I answer.

‘Oh I see well there will be plenty more where that came from Ken because you are mine now and I strongly believe in domestic discipline within relationships’ Catriona answers having gotten over the shock of being manipulated. It has worked out even better than I’d hoped and when Miss Clarke finds out about it the following day she is delighted for me and passes on some tips to Catriona based on her experience of punishing me.

The office manager

I was employed as a junior member of the information services department of a large corporate organisation and have quickly progressed through the organisation to the position of Library Manager but still retaining responsibility for information research and analysis. I love the job but there are times when I find it very easy so at these moments I do some development work on my own personal web site using the company resources. My web site would be seen as being a bit risqué for the organisation as it contains my written sexual fantasies most of which centre on corporal punishment and female domination. There are only a few images on the site and these come from sessions I’ve had with my Mistress who was a well known professional Dominatrix where the action has been filmed or photographed and I always give my Mistress first refusal on any of the material along with the option to link to the written fantasy on my own site.

Normally there are no problems doing this at work as I only rarely work on the site itself normally it is the stories themselves that I am working on or uploading to the server which is fairly anonymously named and in any case I am in charge of maintaining the black list so can make sure that my own site never ends up on the list. I have been working on the site for the past year or so and have never been found out but then we get a new Office Manager by the name of Helen Robinson and one of her specific responsibilities is information and records management for the company as a whole meaning that she will be working with my department quite a lot since we actually do the work in these areas.

Because of this responsibility I had been the person responsible for giving the candidates for the position the tour of the company and without a shadow of doubt Helen was the most attractive of the candidates to me possibly because of her mane of long flame-red hair which had always been my favourite hair colour. To my mind she was also the best of the candidates as she asked the most pertinent questions throughout the tour and although the youngest of them it was no surprise to me when she was appointed to the position and I was looking forward to working with her even though some of my colleagues felt that she shouldn’t have the responsibility over them that she was going to. In her first few months in the job many of my colleagues made life really difficult for her but I wasn’t one of them and we quickly established a clear and strong working relationship where I acted as the sounding board for a lot of Helen’s ideas about all aspects of her position and through this I was able to feed my own ideas into the mix for the areas I was specifically responsible for meaning that I garnered a lot more respect amongst senior management than my colleagues did.

Helen’s working style included regular tours round our large open plan space to keep everyone on their toes but also to get a real feel for the day-to-day work and obstacles that we faced in the office. With these problems Helen generally devised excellent solutions and had the drive and courage to implement these so gradually she earned the respect of my colleagues although they still resented her and fought against most of her changes that weren’t directly solving their own problems. On one of these tours round the office I happened to be working on my web site itself and when Helen came over to speak to me I quickly flicked across to another program and think that she has not seen it so I’ve gotten away with doing my own work. Helen gave absolutely no indication that she had seen it as we talked away about a new records management plan that she was working on which would see a lot of material moved off-site into secure storage which I knew wouldn’t be popular as I’d floated that particular kite about a year ago. I forewarned her of the likely unpopularity and outlined the reasons that had stopped the idea being taken forward when I suggested it so that she could directly work on her counter arguments. I also gave her the full report that I had written on the issue at that time.

Later that afternoon Helen came back to see me to discuss the report I’d given her which she was highly impressed with and at the end of the conversation she invited me out for a drink immediately after work. Again there was no hint in Helen’s voice or actions that I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing so I took the offer as a great compliment and accepted with no hesitation as the more I saw of Helen and how she worked the more I found her attractive because she seemed as if she could be the dominant outlet to my submission and indeed she had started to feature in some of the most recent stories that I was writing for my site.

Helen had chosen a pub which was about twenty minutes walk away from our office and which wasn’t one that was used by our staff for after work drinks so I guessed that she wanted to be away from the prying eyes of our colleagues. For this reason I left work five minutes early and walked to the pub getting there before Helen and was standing at the bar waiting to buy her a drink when she arrived about ten minutes after I had. I’d ordered a glass of red wine for myself and Helen had the same. Helen led the way over to a table in a quiet part of the bar and settled herself down into the large comfortable chair at the table. This chair gave Helen a real regal look as it was a big chair in gorgeous dark red leather almost like a throne. I myself sat down in a similar but smaller chair opposite to Helen and she scanned me with her dark, sultry eyes.

‘I saw the web site you were working on this morning’ Helen said quietly as she was looking at me. A worried look must have crossed my face at this comment and Helen did absolutely nothing to dispel this worry with her next words.

‘I spent a few hours looking at the site since you have clearly managed to ensure that it does not get onto the black list where it really should be because it is very risqué and certainly not a site that I would condone any of my staff working on. Now, I could go to Human Resources and instigate formal disciplinary procedures’ Helen says before pausing for effect and I am about to plead with her not to do this but she hasn’t finished speaking yet.

‘But I have to say that I rather liked some of the pieces that you have written and notice with interest that although none of them name me some of the descriptions fit me perfectly. I find the idea of giving you a healthy dose of corporal punishment and then making you my slave very appealing and quite clearly it is what you need and want from a woman isn’t it?’ Helen concludes waiting for my response.

‘Yes Helen that is what I want from a long-term relationship but so far there has not been the right opportunity to express or explore it in my relationships’ I answer hopefully.

‘I am sure that I can offer you the opportunity to live out your dreams and fantasies while satisfying my own desires at the same time’ Helen responded before leaning over the table and giving me a deep kiss. When Helen broke off from the kiss she finished her glass of wine and I immediately went to get her a refill and when I brought it back I placed it on the table and Helen gave me bottom a light swat with her hand and I squatted down beside her chair as opposed to going and sitting on my own chair as it felt more natural.

‘I am so going to enjoy making your dreams come true my slave’ Helen said while stroking my head, ‘now let’s go back to mine so that I can introduce you to my toy collection’.

Our relationship quickly blossomed and to counter the almost certain accusations of favouritism which would come from my colleagues who still resented Helen she became noticeably tougher with the targets she set me but they were well within my capabilities as I simply stopped working on my own site during the working day and concentrated solely on the job at hand. I was able to work on the site in the evenings, in fact Helen stipulated that I did an hour each evening and she started to contribute her own ideas to the site. Also as our relationship blossomed so more pictures and videos started to appear on the site as Helen loved to keep a visual record of her punishments and torments.

Helen’s performance at work continued to be exceptional and it was starting to attract the interest of some larger companies who kept trying to tempt her into a role with them but one of Helen’s stipulations in her negotiations was that I came with her as her right hand man and this was often a sticking point as most of the companies didn’t have a library as such and they didn’t have the vision to accept what Helen suggested my role should be as it was quite different because it looked more at knowledge management. Eventually one of the companies did bite on the idea and took us both on and they were happy with the fact that we were a couple and in a line management chain.

We quickly discovered when we moved into this company that the reason they had brought us both in was because they needed to do some very significant restructuring of the administration services and the information handling capabilities which were slightly separate from the administration function strangely for this type of organisation and there was no question that this would change with Helen and I in place. We work respectively on our own plans before comparing them in the evening to ensure that they will mesh correctly and these are open exchanges of views away from our sexual roles since we both have excellent ideas and argue for and against them before settling on a mutual course of action. Normally the punishments that I received were carried out without any role play elements but in one of my regular performance appraisal meetings Helen really took me by surprise.

‘I have noticed that some of your old weaknesses are beginning to show through Ken specifically I have had reports of laziness from some of your staff and abrasiveness from your colleagues’ Helen says sharply leaving me with a confused expression on my face.

‘I would dispute the charge of laziness vehemently and I am sure that this comes from the times when I am reading or thinking  about the changes that I am going to implement which is an essential part of my position. The abrasiveness charge though is one that I hold my hands up to but it is a necessary part of getting the changes through the organisational process’ I answer.

‘That is maybe the case but I’m afraid that I will have to act upon these complaints and you will therefore be punished this evening for them with thirty six strokes of the cane on your bare bottom’ Helen says giving me time to think about what awaits me. This wasn’t the end of the surprises though because I was later home than Helen that evening and found that she had company. We had recently taken on a student from a librarianship course on a six week work placement and I’d been directly overseeing her work so knew Carolyn really well. I thought that her presence here might save me from the caning that Helen had promised but that was not going to be the case.

‘Carolyn is here because she is the one that has levelled the accusations of abrasiveness against you and I want her to see that justice is done. I directly asked Carolyn when she started to keep an eye on you so she has been following my orders my slave so do not even think about trying to get revenge on her for this action’ Helen says with a smile on her face.

Under close supervision

For senior level schooling the academic record of my school was second to none in the country and I was rapidly approaching the senior years of my schooling so was interested to see what would happen to me. I was expecting to do really well in my standard grades and all of my teachers are also expecting me to do well but all of my teachers get incredibly frustrated by me because they know that I could do much better than I do as I was lazy and relied upon my intelligence, as opposed to hard work, to get me through my exams. This had given me a bit of a reputation as a troublemaker with the teachers and also generated some jealousy amongst the pupils who did work really hard but were then outshone by me in the exam results. Because of this I regularly found myself being put on detention, getting lines or having to do some other very tedious written impositions. While the school had retained the right to administer corporal punishment it was only used on senior pupils except for very exceptional circumstances and I had never caused these exceptional circumstances so had never felt it. At times though I wished that I had because all of the other sanctions stopped me from doing the things I wanted to do after school but my dislike of it obviously wasn’t enough to make me modify my behaviour.

Despite these failings all of my teachers told me that I would be staying with the school for the senior years. This thought delighted me because one of the reasons why the school was so good academically was that it had very strict selection criteria and set very tough academic standards for its pupils that it was thought better for those who would struggle to find schools where they would be more likely to succeed rather than stay and hate the school and fail with the work. To compensate for the reduction in pupils this inevitably caused the school also took in the best of the pupils from other schools who either didn’t offer senior level courses or where the school felt that they wouldn’t be sufficiently challenged by their particular regimes. Before our exams started we were all given an appointment with one of our teachers who would outline the options available after the exams had finished. My appointment was with Miss Reid, one of the youngest of the teachers in the school but one that I liked a lot. Miss Reid had been my accountancy teacher for the past two years and this was one of my best subjects and for some reason she had always managed to get the best out of me. That wasn’t saying much though as my performance wasn’t that great. The appointment had been set for the day after my last exam at 9am.

I was feeling a little bit fragile when I reported for my meeting with Miss Reid because a group of us had gone out last night to celebrate the end of our exams and had overindulged a little bit with the alcohol. What didn’t help was the fact that Miss Reid herself was so bright and bubbly that particular morning, looking very smart as ever in her short black skirt and pristine white blouse. Miss Reid directed me to a seat at the side of her desk and before I could say anything I was told.

‘You are one of the pupils that the school is keeping on for the next two years but there will have to be changes in you but these will be outlined in a future meeting. For the remainder of this meeting we are going to choose the six subjects that you will be doing next year’.

English and Mathematics were taken as read so that left four subjects to be chosen. After much discussion we arrived at Accountancy, Economics, Biology and Geography as my subjects because they covered a broad sweep of my interests and would also challenge me because I had not done Economics or Geography at the lower level.

‘I don’t know if you are aware of this but all senior pupils have a contract with the school which stipulates the performance standards that are expected from them in all respects. These contracts are tailored to individual requirements and as such I need time to determine the terms of your contract. This will take me just over a week so you shall return here a week on Monday when we will sort out the contract’.

My parents are absolutely delighted that I have been kept on by the Academy because it means that I will not be spending that much time at home. Over the weekend I bumped into quite a few of my friends from the school including one group of girls who came into the café where I was working on a Saturday afternoon having worked in the local library during the morning. These girls have always been the real stars of the school in every respect and one of them, Hazel Williams, singled me out as I was tidying tables and told me that she was really looking forward to working with me next year. This caused me a great deal of confusion because I’d never had that much to do with Hazel in the past but I didn’t get the chance to ask her anymore about it as she was deep in conversation with her friends. Hazel had a very nice personality and was very pretty with delicate, elfin like features and long jet black hair. I wasn’t that worried by her comment because I figured I would find out soon enough and in any case she was such a lovely thing that working with her would be a real pleasure for me. I asked a few more of my friends from school about this while we were in the pub that evening but they couldn’t shed any light on it but they did tell me that Hazel had been made a Prefect for next year which I didn’t know about. All of the friends I’d spoken to have been kept on by the school so it should be good fun for the year if nothing else.

When I arrived for my second appointment with Miss Reid I got the impression that she was looking forward to this one even more than the first one and she was really bubbly when she invited me into her room and sat me down to the side of the desk again. Miss Reid’s first action was to hand me a folder and then her second was to instruct me to open it. I saw that it contained every detail from my first four years at the Academy. It listed all of my marks in every subject and every piece of work that I had been assessed in, copies of all of the reports that every teacher had ever written on me and perhaps most tellingly of all the full contents of my disciplinary file recording each and every punishment that I had ever received. Miss Reid herself had the master copy of this folder and told me that she had studied it closely over the week prior to this meeting.

‘What this folder clearly shows is that you are a very bright boy but also a very lazy one, a fact that has been commented on by all of your teachers. It also shows that your disciplinary record is abysmal but at least none of the offences show real troublemaking just an inability to obey the rules. My own view of this is that it all stems from the fact that you know that you are naturally intelligent and thus don’t need to work that hard to achieve good results. It also probably indicates that you have a very low boredom threshold and do not deal with boredom in a positive fashion’. Miss Reid tells me.

I had been reading the file and have to say that I was a little shocked by seeing it all pulled together because I had never really considered the totality of my actions. I was particularly interested in Miss Reid’s own assessment of my work.

“Ken is someone who does just enough to get by and no more. He could really shine were he to put the effort in but instead prefers to accept being just good enough. I am sure that with the correct handling and a suitable challenge then he would shine.”

‘I agree with everything that you have said and written on me’ I said when I was given the chance to comment on the file because there was nothing in it that I could disagree with.

‘As you are no doubt aware Ken the Academy is one of the schools that have retained the right to administer corporal punishment and this is generally reserved for the senior pupils of the school. Senior pupils have the option of accepting or rejecting corporal punishment as a disciplinary sanction and this decision will be enshrined in the contract that they have with the school and will be respected at all times. Before you take this decision I will give you a practical demonstration of what you can expect should your behaviour carry on in the fashion that it has so far’.

Miss Reid instructed me to stand up and move my chair away from the desk. Very elegantly Miss Reid stood up and walked to my chair before sitting down in the chair. I was directed to stand on her right hand side and felt myself being guided down over Miss Reid’s lap by her right hand. Because of my height I was easily able to have both my hands and feet securely on the floor which gave me a feeling of security to contrast with the general feeling of vulnerability that I was feeling at that very moment because this was the very first time that I had ever been in this position. A couple of flurries of smacks landed across my trousers and I couldn’t really describe what I was feeling with these because it was all so new to me. After these had landed I was instructed to stand up and I thought that my introduction might have been over but when I was told to drop my trousers and get back over Miss Reid’s lap this thought was taken away. As I was bending back over Miss Reid’s lap I realised that her thighs were incredibly shapely. A measured few smacks were delivered over my pants before the spanking really started in earnest and very quickly I started to feel the heat and sting building up in my bottom. I moved my hands back to protect my bottom but was very quickly and firmly ordered to put them back on the floor and I did this so as not to upset Miss Reid.

Shortly after this Miss Reid pulled my pants down and started to spank me again but this time on the bare skin and it was remarkable just how much more effective this was because the heat and sting seemed much more intense and the noise certainly sounded much crisper which probably was a good way of describing each smack from Miss Reid’s hand. Eventually the spanking did come to an end and I was instructed to stand up but I wasn’t allowed to touch my bottom which was feeling warm and tingly from the spanking because I was about to discover that the demonstration of what I could expect was not over yet. Miss Reid walked back to her desk and removed a tawse from one of the drawers in the desk and from a large umbrella stand by the blackboard she took out a cane.

‘Bend over the desk Ken. Normally for offences like you commit so regularly you would receive between six and twelve strokes with one of these implements. I think that it will take some time for you to change your behaviour so six strokes with each of these will be a suitable introduction to allow you to make an informed decision on whether to accept or reject corporal punishment. You will count each of these strokes clearly and will also thank me for it following its delivery’.

I felt the tawse resting on my bottom and it felt worryingly heavy against the skin. It was drawn back and then down in one long fluid motion landing with a loud crack against my tightly muscled bottom. I gave a gasp before remembering my instructions.

‘One, thank you Miss Reid’ I got out just before the second stroke arrived. This was equally as heavy a stroke and already I was impressed by how punitive this punishment was and knew that it would have been much more likely to make me modify my behaviour than lines and detentions. A further four strokes land with the same weight behind them and I couldn’t believe just how hot every part of my bottom felt. Miss Reid tapped the cane against my bottom and while the tawse had felt heavy the cane felt very narrow and the swish as it cut through the air on its way to my bottom made me hold my breath. I expelled this through clenched teeth as the cane bit into my bottom leaving a very sharp stinging sensation in the narrow band where it had landed.

‘One, thank you Miss Reid’ I said not sure whether I should have started counting from scratch again but Miss Reid didn’t say anything so it must have been fine. As the caning continued I could not decide whether it was more painful than the tawse had been. In the end I felt that they were both as bad as each other but in different ways. After the sixth stroke had been delivered Miss Reid allowed me to stand up and she gave me permission to rub my bottom. I took up this opportunity and could feel six distinct lines on my bottom as well as a very general heat on the whole surface of the skin.

‘Please restore your clothing Ken and replace your chair at the side of the desk’. Sitting in the chair when it was back by the desk was an interesting and somewhat painful experience bringing home to me just how effective the punishment had been and I knew that as much as I wouldn’t like it this would be a much more effective deterrent for me.

‘So Ken having had this demonstration of what you can expect should your behaviour fail to meet the standards expected of you will you be accepting or rejecting corporal punishment as a disciplinary option?’

‘I will be accepting corporal punishment as a disciplinary option Miss Reid’ I answer quickly before I can even think about changing my mind.

I notice Miss Reid marking this on a document on her desk before saying. ‘I think that is a very sensible decision Ken. I hope that it will help you to focus your mind on achieving your potential, in fact I will ensure that makes you do this’.

I was then handed a second copy of the document that Miss Reid had marked with my choice of corporal punishment and it was the contract itself. Section 2 of the contract dealt with the academic performance standards that were expected of me for all subjects. These were listed in terms of the hours of work that I had to do, 6 hours per week for each subject, and more pertinently had to be able to prove that I had done. Target marks were detailed for all of my assessed work and these had been set at a very high 75% which was what Miss Reid considered the minimum that I should be capable of. My general behaviour in classes, in the school generally and also in the wider community was also detailed within the performance standards but these were listed in fairly broad terms which could result in almost any interpretation from anyone in a position of authority. Section 3 of the contract contained the full rule book for the school and Miss Reid pointed out some of the specific clauses in this to me before telling me that once the contract is signed I have agreed to abide by the rules and as such no excuses would be accepted for breaking them.

‘I would therefore advise that between now and the start of your fifth year that you learn the rules because a particularly dim view is taken of anyone who claims that they didn’t know about the rule when they have been caught breaking it.’

Miss Reid hands me a pen and I sign two copies of the contract one of which I get to keep and the second one is retained by the school. When I signed the contract it felt as if I was signing away the next two years of my life.

‘Now Ken this concludes the formal part of the meeting however I am not quite finished with you yet. I have already indicated that I think you are very lazy academically and I hope that the stiff targets that I have set you and the amount of work that 6 subject’s represents will challenge this behaviour. I also want to challenge this behaviour by establishing a link between yourself and someone who is a very hard worker academically to see if that will increase your motivation and dedication while also tackling the low boredom threshold that you very clearly have’. I wondered where this conversation was leading especially when Miss Reid picked up her phone and made a very quick call. Shortly after ending the call there was a knock at the door and when the call to enter came I was surprised to see Hazel walking in and smiling at me.

‘I am proposing to pair you off with Hazel and that you will act almost as Hazel’s personal servant for the remainder of your time in the Academy. I know that this idea is very unusual for this time period although historically many prefects had a personal servant within the school and it is also unusual for it to be done with someone of your age. However I think that it would really benefit you as it will establish a much closer level of control over you than any teacher could hope to achieve and will also give you another focus for your thoughts and actions while keeping you fully occupied as well’.

From what Hazel had said last weekend I knew that this had already been extensively discussed between her and Miss Reid and that they both expected me to agree to the situation. Thinking about it I have to admit that the idea of basically being Hazel’s slave does hold an appeal for me but I sit considering it for a minute or two and neither Miss Reid nor Hazel say anything either.

‘Historically I believe prefects had the right to punish their servants in whatever way they saw fit. Will Hazel have this right over me?

Almost simultaneously both of them answer ‘absolutely’.

‘I can see that this type of relationship would have benefits for me so I will accept the position’ I respond eventually.

‘The specifics of the role are entirely up to you Hazel and there are only two restrictions that I must make you aware of. Firstly you must not break any of the school rules and secondly you must not do each other’s work, although you may help each other with research and revision as well as bouncing ideas off of each other’.

I found out that this second restriction was particularly pertinent because Hazel and I were doing exactly the same subjects with the exception of geography where Hazel is taking French instead. It also turns out that our classes and free periods paralleled exactly which meant that I would always be available for Hazel’s use when out of class. Even though we didn’t have any classes at the moment we were expected to be in school each morning for the remainder of the school year and as soon as Miss Reid indicates to both of us that the meeting is over Hazel suggests that we go and have a chat. Although it was a suggestion, it was given in a tone of voice that gave no option but to obey. Extensive playing fields surrounded the Academy and there are a few picnic tables dotted around these and Hazel leads us to one of these.

As we were walking I became very aware of the physical contrast between us because Hazel could not be much above five feet tall and was very delicate and petite whereas I was well over six feet tall and very powerfully built from playing a lot of rugby. This made the fact that already I was following Hazel seem even more potent and I sensed that before too long she would have a direct and very strong hold over me. Both Hazel and I are confident characters and there is no fear of shyness disrupting this initial conversation between us. Hazel started by asking to see my contract and when I handed it over she immediately turned to see which punishment option I had selected.

‘I’m glad to see that you have opted for corporal punishment Ken. I will give preference to this method of punishment should it prove necessary but there may be times when I prefer to have you out of circulation so will impose written impositions to achieve this. I have not yet had the opportunity to administer corporal punishment but I will soon learn how to do it effectively’.

I figured out that I would be the stunt dummy for this learning but was confident that such a petite and delicate girl would have difficulty causing someone of my size too much pain but this simply demonstrated my inexperience of corporal punishment. I also realised that I wouldn’t mind it too much anyway because the heat that had been caused by Miss Reid’s demonstration was now suffusing into a warm and arousing glow around my body. Seeing the look on Hazel’s face told me that she was definitely looking forward to the thought of punishing me so I had absolutely no doubt that it would prove necessary to punish me.

‘So Hazel what sort of tasks do you envisage me carrying out for you?’ I asked.

‘Well unlike you I make extensive use of the school library and will use your strength to fetch and carry for me. I am a hockey player for the school as I am sure that you are aware so the cleaning of my hockey boots will be another task and cleaning the room I have been given as a prefect will be another task that you will undertake for me. I am sure that there will be many more that are added but this should give you a flavour of what you can expect to be doing Ken’ Hazel replied.

‘Are you looking forward to the role of prefect?’ I asked.

‘Yes, most definitely’ Hazel replied and I sensed from the tone of her voice that she loved the thought of the power, influence and authority that the role would give her which would no doubt make her a hard taskmistress.

‘Will the roles continue beyond the school gates?’ I asked.

‘Apart from when I have given you written impositions to keep you out of circulation I do not foresee the roles extending outside of school at this moment in time’ Hazel replied and I was quite grateful of this. I did wonder though why Hazel might want to keep me out of circulation.

‘Before you ask Ken I am going to learn how to apply corporal punishment through extensive practise on you before next year starts. In fact as it is now lunchtime and we are free to leave the school you will be coming to my house for lunch and then the first lesson will take place after this’.

Hazel had very accurately anticipated my next question and while I was sure that if I was to refuse Hazel would not have forced the issue I didn’t actually want to refuse. Hazel’s parents both worked, just like mine, so the house was empty when we arrived and Hazel told me that it would remain that way until at least 6pm. Hazel sorted us both out with some lunch and during this our conversation continued to flow very naturally and as it broadened out into different subjects our very different attitudes to work and generally began to show through clearly.

‘I know that I am nowhere near as naturally intelligent as you are Ken which is why I have had to work so much harder and that has stopped me from going out as often as lots of people in the school but rest assured I enjoy a good party just like the next person but only when I know all of my work has been done. From next year I will be making sure that you adopt the same attitude towards your work but hopefully some of your intelligence will rub off onto me so that I can make it out more often’. Hazel pauses at this point so I spot a chance to speak.

‘It will be a great help to me if you can do that and I will try to help you in any way that I can but from what I’ve seen you are a very clever girl yourself’.

‘Thank you for the compliment Ken and I know you mean it genuinely but just so you know for the future no amount of flattery will get you out of any punishment that I have decided to give you so it would be pointless to try this as a strategy’. The thought of this had never crossed my mind and even if it had this would have put it out of it. ‘My method for making sure that you adopt a better attitude to your work is to set you even tougher targets than Miss Reid has and to assess these much more frequently, possibly even daily at times, and rest assured you will be punished should you fail to meet any of my targets. And with that Ken I think that it is time that I got the opportunity to see your bottom and have my first attempt at punishing you’.

Hazel stood up and I got to my feet without Hazel telling me to and followed her as if it was the most natural thing in the world as she led me up the stairs in the house and into her bedroom. A bedroom that was beautiful and very feminine but which also seemed to inspire a new level of confidence and control to Hazel. It was as if she was in a space which she was completely comfortable in and where she knows exactly what was going to happen. Hazel took the chair from her desk and placed it at the end of the bed, giving herself plenty of space to work, before sitting down on it. I was almost looking forward to this and obeyed instantly Hazel’s instruction to remove my trousers and get over her lap.

Hazel’s small hand rested on my bottom and stroked it a couple of times through my pants before the first smack landed on my right cheek followed by a matching one to the left cheek. They were not very hard and Hazel seemed to realise this just as much as I did and the next few came down noticeably harder but still not as hard as any of Miss Reid’s but that was probably to be expected. After a few minutes Hazel paused and pulled my pants down.

‘Your bottom is still a lovely shade of pink from this morning. That gives me an idea of what I should be aiming to achieve because I can imagine that it must have been very red by the time Miss Reid finished with you. I am going to do a little test with you Ken to see what it takes to get your white skin to a nice shade of red’.

I felt Hazel rest her hand on my right thigh and for the next five minutes she spanked these much harder and as the redness started to develop it only seemed to spur Hazel on to spank me harder until I was feeling each of her smacks very strongly. Having got an idea of what was required Hazel’s attention returned to my bottom and now the smacks were much closer to those that Miss Reid had given and all of the earlier heat returned to my bottom but also the feeling that this would be very beneficial to me in the long term. Eventually Hazel stopped spanking me and she placed the back of her hand on my bottom to feel the heat that was emanating from it.

‘I do not have a tawse or cane available to me as teachers at the school do but what I do have here, and will take to school next year, are some wooden hairbrushes and of course I will always have the belt from your trousers as well. Stand up Ken and hand me your belt while I collect the hairbrushes’.

I took the belt from my trousers and as I was doing it I felt that it was still quite stiff even though it wasn’t a new belt. I saw Hazel bring back two hairbrushes from her dressing table and she showed them to me. One was a large paddle brush while the other was a smaller and more standard hairbrush but both were in a dark, hard ebony wood. It was also noticeable that the smaller of the brushes was decidedly thicker than the paddle brush. Hazel sat back down in the chair and took me back down over her knee.

‘I expect you to take the following spanking without any attempt to break free from me’ Hazel said and I was going to try. I knew that if I was to fight to get free I would be able to do it easily because of the differences in our sizes but I also knew that doing so could destroy her confidence and wreck what was promising to become a special relationship between us and that was the last thing in the world that I wanted to do. I steeled myself and even though each of the strokes was delivered off of a full sweep of Hazel’s arm and landed heavily with a loud clap I gave Hazel the minimum of fuss apart from wriggling a bit after a dozen or so swats with the smaller of the brushes had landed on my bottom. A further dozen strokes landed with this brush and then Hazel again placed the back of her hand on my bottom.

‘It’s incredible how much heat this has added to your bottom’ Hazel said and I didn’t need to be told that because I could feel it for myself. ‘I wonder what this second brush will do to it’ she added and I could almost hear the smile in her voice as she did so.

It was a considerably different feeling being a good bit sharper on landing than the thud of the smaller and thicker brush but just as painful in its own way. Another two dozen of these landed on my bottom and I don’t think I have ever felt quite as hot as I did at that moment because the heat was managing to travel right through me.

‘Stand up Ken’. Hazel said after this and I was quite glad to do so. Hazel turned the chair round so that the back of it was facing me.

‘Bend over the back of the chair with your hands on the seat. I want to see what it is like to apply some leather to your skin’, Hazel said and this time I could see the smile on her face indicating that she was really enjoying herself.

I bent over the chair and at that moment felt very vulnerable and a shiver ran through my body which brought a little chuckle from Hazel. I felt a dozen strokes of the belt landing and this was much like the experience of the tawse earlier in the day but they were spread widely across my bottom and thighs which I didn’t know if it was deliberate or not.

‘I see that I am going to have to practise with this as it is much harder to control. Never mind there will be plenty of time to practise’. Hazel said as she lightly stroked my bottom before eventually telling me that I could stand up and get dressed again. When I had pulled my trousers up Hazel handed me back my belt and I could see that she had a grin like a Cheshire cat on her face and I responded with a smile of my own.

‘I take it you have been spanked yourself?’ I asked.

‘Yes, many times by my mother how did you know?’

‘Because you were very good particularly with the hairbrushes which hurt far more than I thought they would’ I answered before adding ‘but you will probably have to be even harder in the future if you want it to be truly effective as a punishment’. This probably wasn’t the most sensible comment that I have ever uttered.

‘Don’t worry Ken this was just my first attempt and I’m sure that as I get more practise I will become much harder and I will certainly be aiming to be very effective in punishing you’.

As the summer holidays progressed Hazel and I became very close and once the new school year started the relationship of Owner/slave seemed to come completely naturally to both of us and they certainly didn’t generate any comment from the other pupils in the school. Most of them probably assumed that it was simply a girlfriend/boyfriend relationship and while it didn’t start out this way it did develop into it very quickly and once this happens Hazel’s control over me extended outside of the school gates and she was certainly not afraid to show it in a public setting much to my delight.

Thanks

When I started this blog in April this year I never imagined that within 8 months it would have had over 21,000 views because it was purely a way of publishing the stories that I’d written. I’ve been delighted with the comments that I’ve received and it has encouraged me to continue writing which is something that I really enjoy doing. I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone that has referred people to the blog from their own blogs and to those who have left such wonderful comments they are all appreciated.

stopping smoking

At a party in November I made a pledge to Miss Hunter that I would have stopped smoking by my birthday which is in early December and to act as a deterrent I was given a taste of the punishment that awaited me if I failed to do so. The punishment will be administered with a synthetic cane that Miss Hunter has recently purchased and it was sufficiently severe that it acted as a deterrent for some time.

I had managed to stop before my birthday and didn’t find it too bad but I succumbed to temptation and had 1 cigarette one evening. I admitted this and was told what the punishment would be for this indiscretion and again it worked as a deterrent until I came on holiday where my mind and body has been so much more relaxed and I’ve been around smokers again so my will has weakened and I’ve again succumbed to temptation. Some days I have been very good and not had any but on other days I’ve had 1 or 2 cigarettes.

In addition to the deterrent offered by the punishment Miss Hunter has been incredibly supportive of my efforts to stop smoking and I know that I wouldn’t have even gotten this far without the support and deterrent. I have admitted the further lapses and will continue to do so even though I know that it will result in an increase in the punishment that I face.

Normally I can derive some excitement from the fact that I am going to be dealt with but this is a completely different situation as it will be a genuine punishment with everything that goes with that. Not least of which is the disappointment that I feel in myself for having lapsed and the feeling of having failed in my task from Miss Hunter. My over riding thought at this time is fear and I am trying to put the event to the back of my mind. The fear makes me think twice before lapsing but it is not always sufficient to stop me at the moment. Partly I think because I am trying to tell myself that it can’t be as bad as I’m imagining, although I know deep down it will be worse, and partly because there are times when I have a disregard for what is going to happen to me in the future. I now have the date for the punishment and I am absolutely dreading it however I know that I deserve it and I will take it.

I know that ultimately with the help of Miss Hunter I will be able to beat this and then move on to the other areas of my health that need attention.