A review of my wonderful appointment with Miss Hammond

My interest in corporal punishment had waned for a period over the last year but since the summer it has been returning and having had a spanking in the summer I decided that it was time for another one and to take it further with the use of multiple implements. I was browsing the ITC website http://www.itc-mag.co.uk and saw the advert for Miss Hammond. The advert was appealing on many levels as it conveyed the impression of a Lady who was very competent and skilled with different implements and roles as well as giving the tantalising prospect of being able to undertake some foot and leg worship which I also enjoy.

In the advert it was stated that Miss Hammond was attractive and this was confirmed when she opened the door to me. In our dialogue prior to the appointment I had given Miss Hammond details of a profile where she would find more information on me and it was a real pleasure to realise that she had read this when she produced a set of dice and a pair of wonderful black opera gloves which have always been a bit of a fetish of mine. The dice reflected a wonderful appointment I had had in my early days in the scene where the punishments were determined by the roll of the dice and the random nature of this held a real appeal to me.

As we were chatting prior to the start of the appointment I found it very easy to build up a rapport with Miss Hammond and felt very comfortable in her presence. I knew at that stage that I had made a good choice. My preference is generally for the appointment to proceed without much of a role-play element and while I could tell that Miss Hammond would have been excellent in the role of a strict boss or stern Aunt she was equally adept at using the dice and letting them determine the punishment without the need for her to be playing a particular role which I was very appreciative of.

The punishment started with me going over Miss Hammond’s lap for a hand spanking which I think is a wonderful way to start off a first appointment and as the first sharp smacks landed I felt my body, and mind, relaxing into the sensations and I was very impressed by how hard Miss Hammond’s hand was which is how I like it to be. My bottom had a lovely stinging feeling after the spanking and I watched with great interest as Miss Hammond donned her gloves and handed me the dice. The implements had already been grouped together into six different types which was a wonderful touch as it allowed me to experience a wide range of sensations but throughout the dice did not land on the floggers, which would have been used on my whole body which was a shame but is certainly something to anticipate for a future appointment.

The dice seemed to want me to experience spanking with the slipper/hairbrush which was one group or the three leather straps that made up another group. Only once did they land on the number for the wooden paddles that made up another group and again only once did it land on the cane. Regardless of what group of implements was used Miss Hammond was very skilled in their use as I was bent over the horse. Being asked if I was ready prior to each punishment was wonderful and then counting each stroke off was a very good touch and I’m glad that my mental arithmetic did not fail me in calculating the score of the dice. After a range of absolutely wonderful punishments my bottom was lovely and hot and I was given the opportunity to worship Miss Hammond’s legs and feet.

I watched as Miss Hammond made herself comfortable in her seat and couldn’t help but notice her grace and poise in doing so. As I knelt down in front of her and took her legs, resting them on my thighs, I thought how perfect they were being slim but with a gentle curve at the calf and very delicate feet. I started by massaging the calf of each leg enjoying the feeling of the stockings rubbing against my fingers and the muscles underneath them. With Miss Hammond looking down on me I felt captivated and experienced the joy of giving this form of worship, we were talking normally throughout but this did not diminish the feeling of submission that was flowing through my brain. Taking off Miss Hammond’s shoes I started to massage the soles of her feet before kissing them all over the feeling of the stockings against my lips was a delight and I hope one day to be able to kiss the soft skin itself.

As the appointment fell a couple of days after my 38^th birthday I had asked Miss Hammond if she would give me a birthday caning and at the end of the foot worship this is what she did. Having received 12 wonderful strokes of the cane during the dice game I was eagerly anticipating the 38 to come and was definitely not disappointed by them but this was not the end of it because Miss Hammond asked me if I wanted some more. I had no hesitation in answering yes because I loved the feeling and I could sense that Miss Hammond was also enjoying giving me the cane. What followed was a straight off 50 strokes of the cane. This was an absolutely amazing experience with feelings that are still hard to describe in words.

The results of my appointment can be seen in these wonderful photographs taken at the end of the appointment.

Nothing escapes my attention

Ken has been working with Jayne for about a year and he has never seen her wearing glasses so he gets quite a shock one morning when he gets back into the office and sees Jayne standing by her desk with a pair of glasses on. Jayne has always been a really attractive young lady but there is something about the glasses that makes her even more attractive and as Jayne sees Ken looking at her she moves the glasses slightly down her nose and looks over them at Ken. Ken can almost feel his mouth opening and his tongue hanging out of his mouth but it isn’t although Jayne can see the effect that the sight has had on him.

‘I normally wear contact lenses Ken but my eyes were very irritated this morning so I chose to wear my glasses and I see that you are not one of those men that won’t make a pass at a woman in glasses’ Jayne jokes but there is a hint of something more serious in her voice.

‘Most definitely not Jayne, I’ve always found a nice pair of glasses on a woman very sexy and they certainly do this for you’ Ken answers as they have had a bit of banter before but nothing quite like this.

‘So you’re saying that I wasn’t sexy before then Ken’ Jayne retorts getting into the spirit of the conversation.

‘No that is definitely not what I’m saying Jayne’ Ken answers revealing a bit more of his feelings than he realised in the tone of his voice.

‘That’s good to know Ken because I’ve always thought you were pretty good looking yourself but until recently I’ve never been in a position to do anything about it but as my boyfriend dumped me a few weeks ago I can do what I want now and after thinking about it I’ve decided that I miss having a boyfriend to look after my every need and who I can spank when he doesn’t do as he’s told’ Jayne answers taking Ken a bit by surprise with her openness.

‘What makes you think that I would be so submissive as to accept a spanking from you Jayne?’ Ken asks.

‘Regardless of whether I’m wearing my glasses or my contact lenses Ken nothing escapes my attention and while you are very obviously dominant in your job you are also a gentleman and in my experience when you put these two things together what you find is a submissive man who yearns to be under the control of a strong woman at home. Also the fact that you voluntarily mentioned being submissive tells me that you have thought about it or possibly even experienced it in the past and are trying to hide it behind a bit of bravado. Do you wish to disagree with anything I’ve said so far Ken?’ Jayne asks.

‘No Jayne I can’t disagree with anything you have said’ Ken answers as she has read him like a book and she would have spotted any attempt to lie to her.

‘So are you going to accept my dominance over you and be my boyfriend?’ Jayne asks almost in the fashion of a rhetorical question as she knew there was no way that Ken would be saying no.

‘It would be my pleasure to be your boyfriend and your submissive Jayne’ Ken answers.

‘We will start with boyfriend and submissive Ken but will be working towards you taking on the role of my slave complete with my tattoo adorning your shoulder. You can start by taking me out for a meal when we finish work this evening and then I’ll give you a taste of my spanking skills so that you know what it is you are trying to avoid’ Jayne says before putting her foot up onto a chair beckoning for Ken to get down and kiss the shoe which he did without the slightest hesitation ignoring whether anyone could see him or not.

‘Good boy, perhaps I’ve misread the depth of your submission and your feelings towards me because you didn’t hesitate or look around to see if anyone could see before you kissed my foot which is very impressive in this setting’ Jayne says, ‘but you can tell me what experience you have over dinner’ she finishes before heading off to her office.

Portfolio

Our further education college is pretty liberal and has an excellent reputation for getting excellent results particularly in the arts and humanities but it’s good in all subjects. I’ve been going out with Shelley for a few years and we are very close and she is a free spirit with a rebellious streak that enjoys pushing at the boundaries of what is acceptable behaviour in the college. Shelly’s normal way of doing this is through her appearance and clothing. Shelley is almost six feet tall as it is but she generally wears knee-high boots with high heels which means that she towers over all of the girls and many of the boys in the college. Adding to Shelley’s striking appearance is her black hair that only emphasises the pale, almost translucent, skin that is often decorated with vivid make-up. What shocks most people though is the studded black leather collar and short silver leash that often hangs down from Shelley’s neck and the other body jewellery that she wears and which she definitely isn’t afraid to show off.

Shelley enjoys the fact that she shocks people and many of the other students in the college are slightly afraid of her but she is a really lovely girl with a wonderfully giving personality. Shelley is also very close friends with Claudia and this surprises everyone because Claudia has always been seen as being a really ‘good’ girl and in looks she is almost the diametric opposite of Shelley. Claudia hates this image and she is doing something that will demolish this image once and for all. Shelley’s favourite subject is Art and all of her teachers are really worried about the portfolio that Shelley is creating for her exam and the fact that Shelley refuses to tell them the exact subject nature of the portfolio when she is asked doesn’t do much to calm their fears.

Claudia and I know the subject matter of Shelley’s portfolio because we have been her models throughout the project and it is centred on fetish, BDSM and CP imagery using photography as her main medium but painting and sculpture are also included. I was always going to be one of the models and as soon as Shelley had told Claudia about the project she had wanted to take part to destroy her good girl image once and for all. Shelley was very happy for Claudia to be involved and because we are all over eighteen it makes things a lot easier for everyone as we can sign our own model releases. Shelley has used a wide range of different settings and scenarios but in the majority of images I am the submissive to Claudia’s impressive and beautiful Dominatrix. All of the sessions have taken place with great secrecy and afterwards Shelley didn’t show us the results but she did tell us that she was very happy with the results.

A few days before Shelley had to hand in the portfolio she showed both of us the public and private versions of it. Shelley’s talent for erotic imagery came through in the public portfolio which was incredibly sexual but not obscene in the slightest while the private portfolio was very definitely for adult viewing only. Claudia and I congratulated Shelley on the portfolios and we are very interested in the reaction that the public portfolio will get. Shelley shocked both of us when she told us that she had filmed some of the sessions as well and we started to watch them ending up tangled up together such was the power of the films.

Shelley submitted her portfolio for examination and then for display around the college but there was a real argument between Shelley and the College as to whether they could display the works due to the nature of them. Shelley stood her ground and in the end the portfolio was displayed and the reaction to it was incredible. There were regularly large groups standing in front of each piece of work talking about it and then looking at Claudia and me in a strange way as if they are trying to work out just how perverted we are. Shelley was friends with the owner of a couple of local galleries and she had agreed to display the private portfolio for a couple of weeks in one of the galleries.

Shelley and the gallery owner both invited lots of people to the opening night and it was very successful with lots of the pieces being sold even though that hadn’t been the intention but more interesting for Shelley was the interest from publishers and editors which led to a number of commissions. Claudia and I were at the opening night and we had gone in a way to explore our roles so I spent the night being led around on a collar and leash by Claudia and then when we were sitting down I was kneeling at Claudia’s feet either giving her a foot massage or worshipping her feet with my mouth and tongue. Occasionally when Claudia felt that I wasn’t giving her the attention she took me over her knee and spanked me which was great fun, although much more gentle than in the photographs.

This action almost drew as much attention as the art itself and then Shelley came over and giving us both a few swipes with the broad leather belt that she was wearing which gave both of us a start. It shouldn’t have surprised me because Shelley had always dominated me which was how she knew that it would be good to go with this type of action for the portfolio. With the new commissions that Shelley got from the exhibition she kept faith with me and Claudia as the models wherever she could much to our pleasure.

The double

My wife, Jayne, is a great believer in fate and destiny with a particular belief in the concept of doppelgangers and she has already told me that if she ever meets her double then she is going to try and seduce her into bed. I didn’t have a problem with this because Jayne is very happy for me to visit her best friend, Sara, to fulfil my need for punishment and submission which is something that Jayne has no desire to provide me. Sara has a very open dominant streak and a thinly concealed sadistic streak which I adore and find it amusing because they are definitely not traits that most people would associate with librarians. Sara loves her work but there are times that it really frustrates her so she gives me a call so that I can provide her with my bottom so that she can thrash it and take out her frustrations.

Jayne and I are both earning good money although we did work hard for it but there were times when Sara thought that we had an easy life because of the money we have. At one point Jayne had to spend a week in London working on a major deal and before she left she gave Sara a call.

‘You can come and stay here for a week enjoying the servitude of your slave if you want’ Jayne tells Sara.

‘Unfortunately I’m away at a conference for part of the week but I will definitely come over and deal with him sometime because we both know that he will need it’ Sara responds and because the conversation is on speaker phone I hear every word and my heart flutters with each work. Knowing that a beating and a period of servitude will happen but not knowing when or for how long was an exciting and nerve-wracking thought for me. Jayne phoned me on her first night away and she sounded delighted and when she explained that her double was working for the company she was negotiating with I realised why.

‘I have already started the seduction process and it seems to be going really well’ Jayne says gleefully. My week is quiet and I’m thinking that Sara has forgotten about coming to deal with me but early on Thursday evening there is a knock at the front door. Sara is standing on the other side of the door with a large suitcase and I can guess what is contained within the case. Sara leaves the case on the doorstep and walks past me into the house having given my face a slap on the way past. I pick up the suitcase and carry it through to the lounge where Sara is sitting on the sofa with her feet up on a footstool.

‘Slave, I have come straight from my conference so you will get me a glass of chilled white wine and then you will put dinner on. While I am waiting for dinner you will busy yourself giving me a foot massage’ Sara commands as I’ve taken a position on my knees by her legs. ‘You are going to be worked hard for the rest of the week because I’m on holiday and have been looking forward to this period of pampering all week’ Sara concludes before setting me to my tasks with a flick of her wrist.

‘What is Jayne up to at the moment slave’ Sara asks while she is eating dinner.

‘Jayne is currently seducing her doppelganger’ I answer quietly.

‘That girl needs to sing under one of my canes for being such a tart’ Sara answers harshly.

‘I’m sure that you could arrange that’ I answer without thinking realising my mistake half way through the sentence. My mistake was to talk without permission because I wasn’t directly answering a question.

‘I may well do that slave but now it is time that I remind you of the rules since you have clearly forgotten them. Strip completely and bend over the end of this table’ Sara commands and I obey instantly.

‘Now slave explain to me what rules you have broken since I arrived’ Sara demands.

‘I spoke without permission when not answering a direct question Mistress’ I answered thinking this was the only mistake I have made.

‘And’ Sara says.

‘I wasn’t on my knees when you entered’ I answered eventually having wracked my brains for any other mistake.

‘At last slave. I thought the slap to your face might have reminded you but it seems not so let’s see if twenty four with the paddle and thirty six with the cane get through your thick skull’ Sara says sharply. It is quite a while since Sara has punished me so the first blow of the paddle took me by complete surprise and drew a sharp cry from my throat.

‘Interesting’ is Sara’s response to my cry and then she continues to paddle me getting harder as the punishment continues but the only reaction she gets from me after this first cry was a series of groans when the paddle connected with a particularly delicate spot or when she repeatedly attacked the same point. Sara changed to the cane and the sharp sting of this contrasted with the bruising thud of the paddle because Sara has consummate skill with both implements. Sara gave me time to savour each of the strokes of the cane and it was as we are about halfway through that I realise that the pain has transformed itself into pleasure. This always happens when Sara is punishing me it is just how long the change takes that differs between sessions.

‘I have a treat for you slave. The conference I was attending was being held in London and I was able to get away for a little while so I could do some shopping. I was shopping for a new whip and found a couple of perfect examples and your treat is to have these christened on your back. Isn’t that nice of me slave?’ Sara asks and I know that there is only one answer to this question.

‘Yes Mistress it is a pleasure and thank you for thinking of me in this way’ I answer.

‘Did I detect a trace of sarcasm in your voice slave’ Sara demands.

‘No Mistress’ I responded.

‘Mmm I’m not sure I believe you so let’s give you two dozen with each of these whips’ Sara answers as she is pulling a couple of floggers from the top of her suitcase. They both looked pretty formidable implements to me even from this distance but when Sara brought them over to me I realised just how severe they were going to be. One of them only had four tails but each is heavily braided while the other one had lots of tails and each of the tails had a number of knots in them. Sara led me up to the spare bedroom which was where we normally played and there was a wooden cross up against the wall at the far end of the room. Cuffs are permanently fixed to this cross and Sara attached me to these before she started to flog me. Both of the whips are formidable and felt like they were tearing my back to ribbons but even if they were I had such trust in Sara that I was happy to let her continue. Sweat was pouring down my face by the time Sara was finishing and this was mixing with some salty tears which is quite unusual for me but made the whole thing very powerful.

‘I’m going to repeat the punishment tomorrow morning just so that you never forget to greet me in the appropriate way again regardless of how long it is until you serve me again. Then I am going to stay here until Jayne gets home because she is going to taste one of my canes’ Sara says.

‘Thank you Mistress’ I answer.

‘There was definitely impertinence in that voice slave so your punishment will be doubled tomorrow morning. Your only hope is to satisfy me fully tonight and then I might take pity on you’ Sara says. It was a very long and tiring night serving all of Sara’s sexual desires but it was also incredibly enjoyable although my performance wasn’t enough to save me from a double thrashing the following morning and to stifle my cries during this thrashing Sara stuffed her damp panties into my mouth. At the conclusion of my thrashing every part of my body felt like it had gone through an incredibly hard rugby match as I felt so battered and bruised. Sara put me to work as her maid for the day until late in the afternoon when we expected Jayne to return home when Sara took up her regal position in the sofa with me kneeling at her feet. Jayne is on a real high when she gets home and she can’t help but start to tell us both about her exploits with her double who we found out she’d spent last night shagging like mad.

‘You deserve a spanking for being such a slut Jayne’ Sara says and without warning she has pulled Jayne down over her lap. Jayne seems shocked and doesn’t protest even when Sara starts to bare her bottom. Sara gives Jayne’s very pretty bottom a good spanking reddening it all over and making Jayne squirm and squeal.

‘Hand me a cane slave’ Sara commands and I obey watching as Sara holds it halfway down its length and swishing it down into Jayne’s bum a dozen times leaving nice red stripes amidst the general redness.

‘Now Jayne kneel down by my other foot the same as my slave and your husband’ Sara says and as Jayne is obeying this command I can see some tears slowly rolling down her cheeks but there is a totally relaxed look on her face at the same time.

‘My employer is looking to make redundancies and I am thinking of accepting their offer so that I can move in here and take you both on as my slaves because it is clear that you are both utterly depraved and in need of close female control. Your role will be to ensure that all of my needs are met and that I am happy at all times and should you fail to do this then you will be punished. Do you have any questions?’ Sara explains.

My response was to lean forward and plant a kiss on the top of Sara’s boot and very quickly Jayne followed suit.

Quiz show

Our Junior Common Room committee are always looking for interesting ways to raise money for charity and they come up with the idea of copying one of the popular game shows from television with all of the winnings going to our designated charity for the year. They seek, and get, permission to run a version of “The Weakest Link” within the college. Sponsorship and prize money would be coming from the brewery that supplies our college bar but this would be topped up by entrance fees and sponsorship money from the participants. As the winner of the game wouldn’t be getting the prize money the brewery was supplying them with a year’s supply of beer or wine and the pay off for them was a lot of free publicity throughout the university and the local community as we’ve gone for a local charity this year. As sponsors the brewery have also asked to supply the quiz mistress and this has been agreed.

I know all about these plans because one of my housemates is on the committee and has been heavily involved in organising the event which is going to take place in our college bar which is a big space. Zoe has been trying to persuade half of our house to put ourselves forward for the quiz but in the end I am the only one that does and I’m not sure who else has put themselves forward as we will not know until shortly before the quiz starts so that no-one can plan a strategy to co-operate. We are introduced to the quiz mistress and our fellow contestants about ten minutes before the quiz starts and I discover that half of my flat from the first year have put themselves forward which will be good fun for us and the audience as we always had a lot of banter. Ms Wilkie is undertaking the role of quiz mistress and the sarcasm she displays very quickly reminds me of one of my former teachers who was never slow in making sarcastic comments about his charges which I’d always loved.

The team had consisted of five women and four men at the start of the game but three of the men were voted off the team in the first three rounds leaving me feeling very isolated and vulnerable as it seemed like the girls were ganging up on the boys. As fate had it the voting in the next round was tied between three of us but I had to make the choice as I was the strongest in the round. It was a straight choice between Susan and Gwen, both of whom had been flatmates of mine in the first year and we are still good friends so I know that I am going to be upsetting one of them. My original choice had been Susan and I decided to stay with this choice. As Susan walked past me she shot me a really evil glare that definitely fitted into the ‘if looks could kill’ category.

Ms Wilkie had been demonstrating her acerbic tongue throughout the quiz but this decision to get rid of Susan who was actually the next strongest after me whereas Gwen had been the weakest was met with particular derision. Whether this decision not to get rid of Gwen had any bearing on her or not I’m not sure but she certainly never voted for me throughout the rest of the quiz and we ended up in the final together playing for a nice sum for the local charity. It was a close final but Gwen won in the end and she went off with her prizes for a minute or two leaving me talking to Ms Wilkie who was in the marketing team for the brewery.

I headed towards the bar to get myself a drink but I didn’t get too far before someone put an arm around my shoulder and directed me into a quiet, dark corner of the room.

‘Sorry’ I said because when I looked round I saw that it was Susan that had directed me in this way and the look on her face told me that she was still furious with me for having voted her off.

‘You are coming with me’ Susan said as she had put the stiletto heels of her boots on my toes and was putting an increasing amount of pressure through them. It appeared that I wasn’t going to be able to placate Susan and in truth I was quite glad of this because I’ve always had a strong preference for very dominant girls although I’ve never really made it too obvious in the college. With her arm still around my shoulder Susan led me out of the bar in the direction of her room on campus as she’d moved back for her final year. Susan locked the outer door of the flat behind her and then she locked the door to her own room as soon as we are inside this. I was looking directly at Susan and saw her pulling out a riding crop from the wardrobe.

‘You are going to pay a heavy price for getting rid of me and not Gwen’ Susan said angrily.

‘Strip’ was Susan’s command and I hesitated for a fraction of a second.

‘If you don’t strip then I will rip your clothes off and it would be a shame to destroy such a nice outfit’ Susan continues. I start to strip all the time watching Susan piling all of her pillows and cushions into the middle of the bed. I am a little scared of where this seems to be leading and Susan can obviously sense this within me.

‘You are right to be scared Ken’ she says as I am now standing naked in front of her. There is another feeling within me and that is arousal but it is buried very deep down inside me going even deeper when Susan shoves me face down over the pillows. Without a second to gather my thoughts the crop is lashing down onto my bottom and I squealed with a mixture of shock and pain.

‘We can’t have that noise alerting the whole college to the thrashing I’m about to give you I’ll have to gag you’ Susan says and I see her reaching into her laundry bag and pulling out a pair of her knickers, ‘there that should keep you a bit quieter’ she continues after shoving them forcefully into my mouth. Knowing what to expect from the crop removed the surprise element but the pain of every stroke remained very real but as the strokes got harder and my bum got hotter I was amazed to find that my cock was beginning to stir as well. Susan dropped the crop onto the bed beside me and returned to her wardrobe returning with a flogger and it was at this point that I realised that I’d been captured by a truly kinky kitten. Susan started to flog my bum but also mixed in some lashes to my shoulders which did absolutely nothing to lessen my arousal. Eventually Susan rolled me over onto my back and she started to flog my chest but more interestingly my very hard cock and balls.

‘So you are a submissive then Ken’ Susan comments and I nod my head in response.

‘You kept that very well hidden from me and I will punish you for it later on but for now you are going to worship your new Mistress’ feet and this will tell me just how much more training you are going to need to become my slave’ Susan concludes.