Unfair sentence

“You shameless little whore. You shall be taken from here to the Market Square where you shall be stripped naked and flogged. You shall receive two hundred lashes. Hangman, I charge you to pay particular attention to this thieving little slut. Scourge her soundly; scourge her till the blood runs! I want to see you draw blood with every stroke of the whip; see that I am not disappointed. You shall then take the slut to the House of Correction, where she shall spend six months with hard labour.”

I was the hangman tasked with carrying out this sadistic sentence and having been following the case with interest it was obvious that there was something else going on in this case because the original offence didn’t merit this savagery. I went down to the cells where the young woman was being held prior to the punishment being inflicted and she was sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. She was very neatly dressed and even with the dejected look on her face she was a pretty thing helped by the long golden locks that were flowing down her back. I dismissed the guard that was standing outside the cell and sat down on the bunk beside her.

‘What have you done to upset the Judge?’ I ask.

‘I can’t tell you’ the woman says obviously fearful of what will happen to her if the Judge finds out that she has talked.

‘You have nothing to fear from telling me what really happened because I know that there is something going on because he only gives those sorts of judgements when he is personally implicated in the case’ I say as the woman is looking up at me.

‘I was working in a local brothel that the Judge frequents regularly and as the newest girl he repeatedly raped and buggered me leaving me pregnant with his child and when he found out he demanded that I have the child destroyed. I refused to do this so he had the Madam set me up on a charge of theft by another client and his sentence is designed to ensure that the child is destroyed either by your flogging or during my time at the House of Correction so that there is no lasting evidence of his use of the brothel’ the woman explains and I can well believe it to be true because my position gives me access to lots of information. I know that the enemies of this particular Judge have been gathering all sorts of information on him because I’ve been a conduit for much of this and they are currently plotting how to use this information against him even though he is one of the most powerful people in the country.

‘Thank you I believe what you have said and I will try to make this flogging as gentle as I can get away with and will then ensure that your time in the House of Correction is safe. Take this flask of whisky and drink it all before you are led out to the whipping post. When I hood you for your flogging you will find another flask of whisky in the top of the hood and there will be a tube from this going into your mouth so drink it during the flogging to dull the worst of the pain’ I explain.

‘Why are you doing this for me? If the Judge sees that his sentence is not carried out fully then he will have you destroyed like he is trying to do to me’ the woman says.

‘I am doing this because I will not carry out the sick work of covering up his indiscretions and don’t worry before too long he will not be in a position to have anyone destroyed’ I say handing over the flask of whisky to the woman and she downs it in one before giving it back to me.

‘Bring that slut to me in twenty minutes’ I say to the guards while I head off to the square in front of the courthouse to prepare for the flogging. On my way I stop in my room to refill the flask of whisky and put it in a pouch at the top of the hood before connecting up the tube to it and running this down the front of the hood. As normal on a day when sentences are being delivered in court there is a large crowd outside the courthouse waiting for any sentence to be carried out because they are always carried out publicly and when they see me stepping out onto the platform with my whips they know that they are in for some action and almost magically the crowd multiplies.

A clamour of excitement goes through the crowd when they see the pretty young woman being dragged out by the two male guards who forcibly strip her before tying her wrists and securing the ropes high up on the whipping post stretching out her naked body giving me the best target and the audience the best view. I fold the woman’s long golden locks up onto the top of her head to completely expose her back and fit the hood over the top of this ensuring that the tube from the hood is discretely lodged in the side of her mouth.

‘By the order of the court this woman is sentenced to receive two hundred lashes with the cat and six months in the House of Correction with hard labour for the offence of theft’ I announce to the crowd.

I pick up the whip and inspect each of the long, hard tails with the biting knots along the length of the tails spotting the Judge watching on from the courtroom window during an intermission in his trials for the day. His position meant that he would have a perfect view of the woman’s back so that he could see that his instruction was carried out and for this reason I made the first four dozen lashes vicious tearing long cuts in the pale skin of the woman’s upper back and shoulders and curling round onto her sides and breasts. Each of these draws piercing, shrill screams from the woman and cheers from the watching crowd. After these the woman slips into unconsciousness and normally she would have been revived immediately but because I knew the Judge could not see this I didn’t have her revived until we were half way through the flogging. I signalled for the guards to step forward to douse the woman with buckets of ice cold water and this revived her with another loud scream.

As this was happening I took the opportunity to have a drink of water and during this I checked to see if the Judge was still watching the punishment but he wasn’t so I resumed the flogging but with gentler strokes although not so gentle that the watching crowd noticed. I had avoided hitting low down on the woman’s back and wrapping the whip round onto her stomach but her upper back, shoulders, bottom, thighs and breasts were scourged with marks just in case the Judge paid her a visit in the House of Correction to see that his sentence had been carried out although I doubted that he would do so as it was a very dangerous place for him to be given the number of people he’d put there who would not care about the consequences for themselves if he appeared.

By the end of the flogging the woman has almost passed out again and when her wrists are cut down from the top of the post she collapses down onto the ground. I remove the hood from her head and put it in my pocket so that I can get the flask out afterwards. I am responsible for delivering the woman to the House of Correction so I pull her to her feet and basically carry her naked form back into the courthouse and then the fairly short distance to the House of Correction where the Head Warden is waiting for us.

‘If this woman is harassed in any way by you, your staff, fellow inmates or visitors then you will pay a very high price. Remember that I know all about what really happened to your wife and about your lovers both male and female’ I state decisively as I hand the woman over.

‘It will be done’ the Head Warden responds through tightly gritted teeth obviously regretting that he will not be able to get his hands on this fresh piece of meat once she has recovered from the effects of the flogging as I have clearly staked my ownership to him and he knows that I have all the information that I need to destroy him. I visit the woman every week to check that she is not being harmed and clearly the Head Warden has taken my threat seriously because she is on the lightest possible of hard labour assignments and with each visit her bump is getting more prominent. I talk to the woman during each visit and I get the sense that she isn’t quite what she seems and this is confirmed when she eventually reveals her original name to me.

When I found out her name it was obvious why she had taken a new name and a new life as much as she could because she was from an aristocratic background but the rest of her family had been wiped out when she was just a baby during the revolution. I did a bit more digging after this and found that the family assets were still in existence but they are held in exile so I decided that it was time to get her out of the country where she could resume her former life. It was also time for me to get out of the country because my knowledge of the peccadilloes of all the Judges and members of the Judiciary system were coming dangerously close to the surface and there has already been one warning for me with the assassination of one of the members of the torture chamber who had shared some information with the wrong people.

Private tuition

Jessica is the daughter of my next door neighbours and she is a cheeky little madam who gives me lots of lip every morning as we get on the bus although at least it’s always very good natured and I tend to give her as much as I get. Jessica is studying for her A-levels at a very good 6^th form college while I’m doing my PhD in economics at the university. One morning we were both waiting for the bus as normal but Jessica was very quiet and she spotted me reading a simple economics textbook.

‘What are you reading that book for Ken?’ Jessica asks as she knows that this is the subject of my PhD.

‘I have to give a lecture to some first year undergraduates this afternoon and as normal I haven’t prepared properly. This is the course text so I thought I should at least familiarise myself with it’ I respond truthfully expecting some stick for this but still there is none and I sense that she wants to say something to me but is very nervous about doing so.

‘What’s wrong Jessica? There is none of your normal cockiness and cheek. You know that you can tell me anything you want and it won’t go any further’ I say.

‘Thanks Ken. Can I come round and see you this evening?’ she asks quietly.

‘Yes of course you can. What time suits you best?’ I answer with a gentle look on my face.

‘How about 7pm?’ Jessica says

‘That sounds good to me’ I respond just as we are getting off the bus. Although Jessica normally gives me lots of stick I really do like her so I am worried about her and this stops me from fretting about the lecture and tutorial that I was giving to the first years that afternoon. By all accounts they are a challenging bunch according to the other PhD students who’d already gone through the experience of lecturing them but I didn’t find them a problem and enjoyed the experience.

There was a knock at my front door at 7pm and I found Jessica standing there still looking miserable. I invited her in and led her through to the lounge which was a complete tip as normal. I could see Jessica eyeing up the bottle of wine which was on the coffee table so I poured her a glass and sat down opposite her.

‘What’s wrong Jessica you haven’t been yourself all day?’ I asked.

‘I failed all of my mock A-levels and need at least 3 B’s to get into the economics course here in Leeds. My tutor at college knows that I am intelligent enough to get the grades but thinks I could benefit from having a private tutor to run through things and help with the revision. I’ve told my parents this but they have refused to even consider it because they don’t think I’ve got it in me to get to university and they think I’ve just been lazy so far which isn’t true at all’ Jessica says and I can see that she is almost in tears and they are genuine not just a ploy to get my sympathy.

‘What subjects are you doing?’ I ask thinking that I know where the conversation is leading.

‘English, History and Economics and my grades were D, D and E respectively’ Jessica answered.

‘Do you want me to try and help you through your exams?’ I ask and notice a smile crossing Jessica’s face for the first time today.

‘Would you really be prepared to help me?’ she asks as if not quite believing I would do it after all the cheek she gives me.

‘Yes I would love to help you as I do like you and like your tutor at college I’m sure you have got the talent to get the grades. You shouldn’t worry too much about failing your mocks as it isn’t the end of the world. I got 3 E’s in my mocks yet in the final exams I got 2 A’s and a B so it can be done and together we will do it. There are still a few months before the exams so why don’t you bring all your stuff round this Sunday and I can see just how good your work is’ I answer having chosen my words very carefully as I sensed that there is an underlying problem with confidence. Jessica comes over and gives me a hug and we chatted generally about university for a while and it was obvious that Jessica was desperate to prove her parents wrong.

‘Ken has agreed to tutor me and get me through the exams. I trust that you are not going to stand in his way of doing this?’ Jessica says to her mum having taken me over to see her.

‘What do you want for doing this?’ she asks me.

‘I don’t want anything for it. I have to teach this material next year anyway so it will be good to test my teaching out on a willing pupil first’ I answer.

‘You’d better work hard and not waste Ken’s time’ Jessica’s mum says sharply to Jessica who just scowls back at her. I really regretted telling Jessica to come round on the Sunday as she turned up at 9am and I was still in bed nursing a hangover from the night before. I stagger to the door in a pair of shorts and nothing else. Jessica takes one look at me before bursting out laughing, a little too loudly for my liking. I take Jessica through to the kitchen because there is a nice big table to work at and I reach into the fridge finding a pint of milk and a carton of orange juice. I down the pint of milk and then pour us both a large glass of orange juice.

‘Lay your work out on the table and I’ll go and get dressed’ I say rather gingerly as even speaking is hurting my head.

‘Don’t bother. I really like the view’ Jessica says cheekily and I realise that I was looking pretty fit at the moment having gotten back into shape by playing football with the department team. In the end I do go and throw a t-shirt on because it is pretty chilly and Jessica keeps eyeing up my body instead of concentrating on her work. I’d brought home a copy of the multiple choice test that all new undergraduate students taking economics get as it is designed to start quite easily and then get progressively harder. There isn’t a pass mark for the test because the purpose of it is simply to allocate the new students to the correct tutorial group for them.  As Jessica is working away at the test I am having a look at her notes and they are pretty good if a little confused and patchy in places. It also looks like she has got a couple of the basic concepts transposed in her mind which will make things awkward for her but the test will tell me if this is true or not. I then take a glance at the mock exam paper she’d sat and it was a real brute of a paper which would have been difficult for a level 2 degree course never mind for an A-level course.

When I started to mark the test it became clear that Jessica had transposed the two basic concepts and this was hindering her understanding of the more complex ideas that follow. I am fortunate in having a very easy manner and am able to explain this confusion to her in a ‘nice’ way which makes sense and doesn’t leave her feeling completely stupid. As she thinks this through some of the other confusions that she have clear up. We then spend some time looking through her notes and I show her how I would take and organise my notes and she can see the benefits of this for when it comes to revising or doing coursework. We then start at the beginning of her course with me running going through it helping Jessica to put together notes that suit her. As we are doing this she stops me regularly to ask questions or clarify small points or to tease out the relationships with other topics. Very quickly three hours had passed and we had covered the first few weeks of her course. I can’t help her too much with the English course but History I could do a bit with her particularly when I see the subjects they were covering but for both of these I did help her go through her notes and reformat them. We stepped up the tutorials to two a week having seen how well they were working with one on a Tuesday evening and the other on a Sunday afternoon in the hope that I would have gotten over any hangover by then.

Things progressed really well for the next few weeks with Jessica gaining a lot more confidence in all of her subjects and one week she even looked at the mock papers again and we sketched out answers to them together but with Jessica leading. After about 6 weeks she turned up late to a Sunday afternoon session.

‘You should be punished for being late Jessica, should it happen again then I will have no option but to spank your bare bottom’ I say half-jokingly.

‘That’s not fair. I’ve been such a good girl!’ Jessica bats back at me.

‘I know you have and if you continue to be a good girl and pass your exams then there will be a very big reward for you at the end of it’ I say. This has aroused Jessica’s curiosity but I refuse to say any more about the reward I have in mind.

‘Is there any chance you could give me smaller rewards each week to keep me motivated?’ the cheeky little madam asks.

‘What do you have in mind?’ I ask even though I have a sneaking suspicion what might be coming.

‘I was thinking of sex’ Jessica responds with a very cheeky grin.

‘I’m sure that could be arranged but only good girls get the reward. Bad girls will get a sore bottom’ I say.

‘You have yourself a deal Ken!’ Jessica says and she was very well behaved for the rest of the tutorial and then on Thursday as well.

‘I think I’ve been a good girl this week Ken so when do I get my reward’ Jessica asks saucily.

‘At the end of this tutorial’ I answer and I can see Jessica getting impatient as the tutorial is coming towards its conclusion. As soon as we’ve covered the English notes from the week she is off in the direction of my bedroom and by the time I’ve followed she is already lying sprawled out on my bed. I strip down to my boxer shorts slowly letting her see every part of my body before lying beside her on the bed and gently undressing her, kissing and stroking each part of her body as it is revealed to me. I pay particular attention to her pussy giving it a lot of loving attention from my tongue bringing her to a climax before sliding back up her body.

‘This is your reward so you tell me what it is that you want’ I whisper in Jessica’s ear.

‘I want a good hard fucking’ Jessica answers and that is what I proceed to give her taking her through to another climax which sees me shooting my load into the condom. As we are cuddling up afterwards Jessica asks about her big reward if she continues to be a good girl.

‘You’ll need a passport and to be free during the last two weeks of July and the first two weeks of August’ I say but that is it since it will tell her that it is some sort of holiday that I have planned for her. The following week Jessica works hard but she is unbearably cheeky throughout each of the tutorials so at the start of the Sunday I tell her that this week she will be finding out just what happens to bad girls. At the end of the tutorial I tell her to come and stand on my right hand side and she does it without complaint. I gently lower her down over my lap and let her get comfortable with her hands and feet resting on the floor. When she has settled into one position I start to spank her bottom over the short skirt she is wearing. It is a gentle spanking to see how she reacts to it and she takes it without a sound or any movement so I fold the skirt out of the way to continue on her very sexy black knickers. I slowly increase the weight of my spanking until each one is bringing a wriggle of Jessica’s hips and a sigh. For the final part of the spanking I pull her pants down and deliver a couple of dozen harder smacks to the bottom bringing moans from Jessica and a real reddening of the skin. My hand then dives down between the cheeks of her bottom and I find that her pussy is warm and wet so my fingers take her to the edge of a climax before I sit her on the edge of the table so that my tongue can get to work on the pussy bringing her off quite violently.

‘So sex will happen as a reward and a punishment then Ken?’ Jessica asks.

‘Yes Jessica it will, punishing you turns me on and from how wet your pussy was it seems like it turns you on as well. Be aware though that if you are naughty again then it won’t just be a spanking you feel because I will use my belt and a cane on your bottom in future’ I respond bringing a shiver from Jessica at the thought. Reward and punishment are mixed fairly evenly from then on but both resulted in a strong climax for Jessica. As her exams approached she became very nervous so as well as helping her with her revision I spent quite a lot of time trying to relax her because I knew from personal experience that too much revision can lead to unnecessary stress and confusion. Massage was one of my favourite ways of relaxing Jessica but we also used my computer for mindless games to clear our minds. I made sure that I saw Jessica the night before each of her exams giving her a massage first before reading over her revision notes with her once and then sending her home to bed to get some sleep.

By this time Jessica had a key to my house and after her English and History exams she was waiting for me in the lounge. She was quite confident after each of these exams and even though it was early I gave her a couple of glasses of wine before we generally ended up in bed for a wonderful hour or two. Over the months I’d been helping her we’d become really close and I was desperate for her to do well and as well as seeing her the night before her Economics exam, which was the final exam, I saw her just before it started in the afternoon. I took off my ring and placed it on my silver chain which I then put round Jessica’s neck as a good luck charm before rubbing some relaxing oil into her neck and shoulders and sending her on her way with a kiss. I was invigilating some exams at the university that particular afternoon so Jessica was waiting for me at home again. This time she wasn’t in the lounge though. She was in her punishment position in the kitchen with the cane lying beside her and a tawse resting on her bottom.

‘It’s all over. I don’t know how it went but it was certainly a lot better than the mock exam. Will you give me six of your best with each of these implements and then take me to bed please Ken’ Jessica almost begged. With each of the punishments Jessica had received I’d been slightly harder but she’d never yet had a full set of six of the best with either implement but she took it brilliantly and then I carried her up to bed where I started by giving her a long bout of oral sex and then we fucked in just about every possible position until we were both exhausted.

‘If you would like to go over to the top drawer of the dressing table you will find an envelope addressed to you in it’ inside that envelope was a congratulations card and a second envelope. ‘The second envelope contains your big reward and you are getting it regardless of whether you pass the exams or not because I know that you’ve worked as hard as you can and have tried your very best. I’m very proud of the efforts you’ve made and so should you be’ I say as Jessica is making her way back to the bed looking at the envelope. When she opens it she will see a month long first class rail ticket for the whole of Europe made out in her name. She will also see my ticket in there as well.

Jessica opened the envelope and for the first time I could recall she was genuinely speechless. She started to protest but decided not to and instead pushed me onto my back on the bed and sat straddling my stomach.

‘Thank you so much this is a very generous and wonderful reward. It has been a real pleasure being taught by you and what will be will be with the exams but one thing that is happening is that I’m going to stay in Leeds as I’m not letting you go’ Jessica says forcefully.

Transformation

I first came across Laura when she joined in her final year after her parents had moved to the area the previous summer. I am also in my final year at school and hold the position of Headboy and as with all of the Prefects I have the right to administer the slipper to the bare bottoms of the boys and girls in the school. Laura has an innate cheekiness and an infectious sense of fun that I find refreshing because she generally stops just before she crosses the line into outright impertinence so although she has been very close to feeling my slipper it has never happened. Just once though in the summer term she steps over the line and gives me lip once too often so I take her into my office and instruct her to lift her skirt, lower her pants and touch her toes. Laura obeys each of the commands without any hesitation and it almost looked as if she was enjoying them given the sauciness of her display. Laura’s bottom has a beautiful roundness and the pale white skin looks beautifully soft so I take my time collecting the slipper so that I can admire the view for a little while longer.

My slipper is an old one of mine so it’s a size 10 and although the upper is quite soft the sole is still quite solid as Laura will feel when I tap it against her left cheek a couple of times. With each touch Laura flinches and when I deliver the first smack sharply she gives a startled cry. A red mark blushes across the skin and I immediately lay on the second smack to the right cheek to even up the blush. Laura’s bottom tenses up as she tries to deal with the sting but there isn’t a cry this time as she knows what to expect. I used the lower edge of the red blush as my target for the remaining four smacks and by the end of the punishment the whole of Laura’s bottom was blushing red and when I rested the back of my hand against the skin the heat was incredible. Laura wriggled her bottom against my hand and even tried to get my hand down between her legs but I resisted the temptation to let her and instead instructed her to stand up, pull up her pants and drop her skirt. Laura turned to face me once she had done what she was told and the look on her face suggested to me that this wasn’t the end of the matter.

I walked to and from school every day and that afternoon was no different but what was different was that Laura followed me home although I didn’t know it to begin with as I was chatting away with the friends I normally walk home with. A few seconds after I have stepped into the house, which is empty because both of my parents are at work, there is a knock at the door and I open it to see Laura standing there. Laura doesn’t say anything instead she just pushes past me and closes the door behind her.

‘I am damn sure that you know how horny that slippering left me this afternoon and don’t even try to deny the fact that it had the same effect on you because I saw the bulge in your trousers as you were looking at me. You are going to repeat it now but this time you are going to do something about it at the end’ Laura says almost as soon as she has closed the door. I admired the confidence and directness of her statement and certainly could not deny that it was true.

‘There is just one slight difficulty with that plan Laura. Ironically I do not have a pair of slippers at home so it will have to be my belt instead’ I say pulling it out from the loops of my trousers.

‘That is even better. Where is your bedroom Ken?’ Laura asks and I lead her up the stairs and along the hall to my bedroom which is actually quite tidy for a change. Laura strips out of her uniform completely, allowing me to see all of her perfect body, before bending over to touch her toes again. Laura’s bottom still bore the redness from a few hours ago and I stroked this with my hands for a few seconds making her shiver before I placed a couple of smacks with my hand on each cheek of her bottom. I doubled the belt over in my hand and stroked it over Laura’s bottom.

‘Twelve’ I said before delivering the first one so that Laura knew what she was going to get. The first stroke landed with a lovely crack and was followed by a yelp from Laura as it would have been sharper than the slipper. I worked through these strokes slowly so that we could both savour the sensations and I know that watching the redness deepening on Laura’s bottom was arousing me again. Even though Laura gave a sharp cry with each of the last few strokes, which were harder, and tears were dripping down onto the carpet it was obvious that she was still aroused by what I’d done to her because there is another liquid glistening on her pussy lips. I dropped the belt onto the floor and stood directly behind Laura putting my hands on her bottom to feel the heat and this time I took the lead and ran my hands over her bottom before she again tried to direct a finger down between her cheeks. I gave her bottom a smack which stopped it in place before I worked my long fingers down into the valley between Laura’s cheeks. I let my fingers work over and around her lips coating them in her honey before swapping my hands so that I could taste the sweet juices that were already on my fingers.

Laura allowed me to play with her for a few minutes before she turned round and knelt down in front of me. Laura reached up and undid my trousers letting them drop to the floor where they were quickly followed by my boxer shorts. My cock is already hard and the silky touch of Laura’s fingers only gets it harder then she takes it into her mouth. Laura’s touch is magical and I put my hand on the back of her head to keep her in place until I think that I am about to explode when I let her go but she carries on so that I do climax in her mouth. Laura swallows as much of this as she can but some dribbles out of her mouth, I pull Laura to her feet and we start to kiss. Laura breaks off from this kiss after a few minutes and she strips me out of the rest of my clothes. Laura and I end up on my bed and are having so much fun that we lose track of time and are almost caught having sex by my mum when she comes home from work. It was only the fact that we heard the car crunching on the gravel drive that saved us from this embarrassment. This was the start of a wonderful relationship between us which continued even though I went off to university the following year while Laura went travelling for a year as she’d always planned to do.

Laura joined me at the university at the start of my second year and although she had a room on campus she didn’t spend much time there because she more or less moved into the house I was sharing. Although it was a shared house we regularly had the place to ourselves so we are able to play together regularly and we quickly discovered that it was more than just corporal punishment that turned us on. Our desires mesh together almost perfectly and during the year we have great fun exploring as many of these desires as we possibly can and Laura’s desire to be completely owned by me is obvious. At the start of the next year we move into a flat together so that we are not sharing with anyone and can play out our roles without fear of discovery.

Laura had retained a lot of her cheekiness and sense of fun from school days and this was great fun for both of us because it allowed lots of opportunity to play out punishments and on one Sunday morning Laura was really acting up as it was a few days since I’d punished her. I had Laura wank me off into a pair of the navy blue knickers she’d had to wear to school and then I made her put them on and this was all she was allowed to wear for the day when she was revising for her finals. As the spunk dried in them she complained that it felt terrible so that evening I had her wank me off into them again and I stuffed the sodden gusset into her mouth as a gag while I used a new cane on her bare backside. Thirty six times the cane kissed Laura’s bottom leaving beautiful red lines burned on her bottom and the tears that had streaked her face stopped her from bratting for a little while at least.

One aspect of Laura’s character that we haven’t really played with yet, because of a lack of opportunity rather than anything else, is her sluttish tendencies and in particular her desire to take part in a gang bang where all of her holes are used hard. It wouldn’t be too hard to organise this but I hadn’t set it up yet because I wanted it to be perfect for Laura and needed a minimum of ten people to take part. I play rugby for one of the local teams, having decided not to play for the university, and our last game of the season this year was against our bitter local rivals and if we won then it would be the perfect opportunity to fulfil Laura’s fantasy because everyone would be so high that having a willing slut waiting in the changing rooms would be like manna from heaven and almost certainly she would get the heavy use that she craved. It would also be perfect because none of the team would know Laura was my girlfriend as they had never seen us as a couple which would give the necessary privacy for us. I knew that some of the team would not participate in the gang bang because of relationships but out of the twenty-two people there should be plenty to keep Laura fully occupied for an hour or two. Laura and I have talked about the gang bang and what she would want from it regularly so and she knows that her normal safe word system will operate so I don’t tell her exactly what I am planning for her.

‘You will be waiting for us completely naked apart from a pair of white ankle socks in the communal shower of our changing room at the end of our next rugby match Laura’ is all that I tell Laura although the knowing look on her face suggests that she has a clear idea of what this means. Only I knew what was waiting for us in the changing room at the end of what had been a very hard match but because we’d won it we are all flying. Laura has followed her instructions and has positioned herself so that every part of her body is available for use.

‘To cap a fine win and a fine season overall you are all invited to take your pleasure from this slut who is a slave to a friend of mine. She has had an enduring fantasy of being gang banged and her owner has decided that she should get to experience this without him being present. Her mouth, anus and pussy are available for you to use as often and as hard as you wish however if you hear the command ‘cease’ then you will stop immediately’ I explain looking directly at Laura who has a massive grin on her face. As I expected a few of the team made their excuses and left but the rest of us stripped off and joined Laura in the shower. I started off with her anus just to warm her up for others to use and in time everyone who remained took a turn at all three of the holes before finally we all crowded round the very sore and exhausted Laura, spraying her body with a final load of spunk. Laura didn’t have a shower instead she just threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt before walking out of the changing rooms. Laura made her way to my car and sat waiting for me to return.

‘Thank you so much for organising that for me Ken I’m glad that I’ve done it once and I’m so sore but so horny as well’ Laura says as I sit down in the car.

‘It was my pleasure Laura I’m glad that you enjoyed it although I think I should flog you for being such a wanton slut’ I answered.

‘Mmm yes please’ was Laura’s dreamy response so when we got home I tied her up to the cross and flogged every part of her body front and back before we cuddled up to one and another coming down off of our highs. I started to work after graduating while Laura finished off her degree and she also got a job quickly which meant that we were able to buy ourselves a house and this enabled us to build a couple of wonderful play spaces that saw lots of use and we started to host private parties for friends we’d made within the local BDSM community and after a couple of years Laura’s hankering for another gang bang got so strong that I arranged one at one of these play parties and what made this one even more fun was that there was another female slave being used at the same time and then a male slave was instructed to clean out both of the slaves at the end of the night which really pleased Laura as I found out the following morning.

Laura was starting to display some dominant tendencies and this enjoyment of the humiliation of the male slave was part of that but mainly the target of these tendencies were other women and I let Laura play with these feelings during one of the play parties and she read the desires of the sub she was playing with really quickly hardening her manner to meet the feelings she was getting back. This became obvious after Laura has given the sub a paddling with one of our wooden paddles and then fetches the punishment pants that she herself has felt on a number of occasions. These pants are a simple pair of cotton knickers but I had Laura sew some coarse sandpaper into them and after her punishment she has to put them on and sit on a hard wooden stool. Laura knows perfectly well that if you fidget when you are in these pants then the sandpaper irritates the skin even more but the combination of the hard paddling, the hard stool and the sandpaper makes it very difficult not to fidget. When I’ve had to use these pants on Laura thirty minutes is all it takes to get a very attentive slave for a few weeks and so it proves with Laura’s sub that night because after only fifteen minutes the obedience towards Laura is obvious.

The oppressor and the oppressed

I have recently taken up a position as a manager within a private company that was owned by Miss Stewart who ran it along the lines of a very strict private school with managers expected to keep the staff in line with the aid of the paddle, strap and cane. This is a new situation for me and one that I’m not completely comfortable with and throughout my probationary period I don’t make any use of it so it’s a little bit of a surprise when I get through my final review without any mention being made of it although I’ve proved that I can maintain discipline and performance in my team without using it.

I am working on a policy document in my office one afternoon when I’m called to a meeting with Miss Stewart and as I’m waiting with her PA I feel like I’m back at school waiting to see the Headmistress. Momentarily all of my professional confidence disappeared and I was transported back to my own school days when a visit to the Headmistress’ office always resulted in a very sore bottom. I chuckled to myself when I realised what had happened and I hoped that it was not going to happen this time even though I knew that I’d done nothing wrong but the reality turns out to be much worse.

‘I have just caught three of the junior staff from your team shopping in the city which is very surprising as they had all called in sick this morning and they have all agreed to being punished with twelve strokes of the cane instead of a one week loss of pay and I have decided that you, as their team leader, are going to administer this punishment’ Miss Stewart says calmly.

‘I am sure you know very well that I have not used corporal punishment on any member of my team so why are you asking me to do this?’ I ask.

‘Yes I am aware of your antipathy towards the use of corporal punishment on your team however you will be well aware that it is part of your contract of employment that you will carry out such punishments as are necessary when instructed to do so by myself so are you actively refusing this obligation’ Miss Stewart responds and I can tell that if I am refusing then it will signal the end of my career within the company.

‘No Miss Stewart I am not refusing however I still think it would be more appropriate for another member of staff to administer the punishment’ I answer still hoping to get out of this responsibility.

‘No Mr Williams your antipathy towards this form of punishment makes you the most appropriate person because all of the ladies who are waiting to be punished know of your feelings so it will spell out clearly to them how seriously I view their offence when they see that you are going to cane them for it and you had better not take any stupid notions of letting them off lightly because I have instructed all of the ladies to report back to me and if the punishment has not been adequately carried out then I will double the number of strokes that the girls receive and apply them myself. Do I make myself clear Mr Williams?’ Miss Stewart says.

‘Yes Miss Stewart’ I answer realising that I have little choice other than to do what she has instructed.

‘You will find Fay, Morag and Paula waiting for you in the punishment room’ Miss Stewart says as she is handing me a cane. I have to say that I wasn’t particularly surprised when I heard the three names as they are all high-spirited young ladies and they are preparing for Paula’s wedding with Fay and Morag being the two bridesmaids. I walked to the punishment room quickly keen to get this deed over as quickly as I possibly could. All three of them looked anxious standing outside of the room but this anxiety turned to shock when they saw who it was that was going to be punishing them.

‘I thought that you didn’t agree with the use of corporal punishment Mr Williams?’ Fay asks after I had led them into the punishment room itself. This question didn’t surprise me as Fay has always been the most confident of the three of them.

‘You are correct Fay I do not agree with corporal punishment however Miss Stewart has selected me to carry out the punishment and she has made it clear to me that it is part of my contract of employment to do it so here I am’ I answer.

‘We wouldn’t want to lose you as a boss as you are so good to work for so you must do as Miss Stewart wishes and you must do it properly even though it will be difficult for you’ Fay answers before going to bend over the horse having already bared her bottom. It was obvious from the design of the bench that it could be used to hold the victim in an exposed state but I didn’t want to increase the humiliation any further so I instructed Fay to bring her legs together which she did. Although I didn’t agree with corporal punishment in this setting I do have experience of using the cane from my personal life although more naturally I am on the receiving end of it so I know what I am doing as I step forward. I tap the cane against Fay’s bottom a couple of times to get my distance before delivering a firm first stroke that leaves a red line across the centre of her bottom. I wait a couple of seconds before delivering the second stroke just as hard as the first whose line had darkened nicely. By the time I had delivered the twelfth stroke of Fay’s punishment she was struggling to contain her cries and tears were rolling down her cheeks which at least should convince Miss Stewart that the punishment hadn’t been carried out properly.

Paula is next to bend over the block having bared her bottom for me and she copies the position that Fay had been in. Although I do not cane Paula any harder than I had Fay the marks on her bottom are much more vivid and she doesn’t even try to stifle her cries with each stroke which makes me feel terrible but with the threat from Miss Stewart to double the punishment and carry it out herself I dare not let Paula off any easier. Morag is the most delicate looking of the three girls and her bottom is the smallest target but she specifically warns me not to let her off any more lightly because of this. I made sure that I didn’t go easy on Morag but she didn’t make any sound during the punishment and her face was clear of tears when she stood up. I made a final check on all three bottoms before sending the girls to Miss Stewart I was confident that none of them would face the extra punishment although I feared that this would see her putting me down for more of these formal punishments.

I hated what I’d had to do to the three ladies that afternoon and I was very down on myself for not standing up to Miss Stewart and refusing to carry out the punishment even though I knew that it really wasn’t an option if I wanted to stay in the company. Knowing that I would probably be asked to carry out similar punishments in the future made me consider my position and whether I could face the prospect of staying at the school after the end of this year. In the early evening there is a knock at my door and I open it to find Fay, Morag and Paula standing there. They looked happy and radiant as if nothing had happened that afternoon which surprised me as I had no doubt that they would still be feeling the after effects of the caning. I invite all three of them in and take them through to the lounge where there is a bottle of wine open on the dinner table. All three of the ladies look longingly at the wine so I go and open another bottle before pouring them a glass and wait to find out the reason why they are here.

‘I know that you will be feeling absolutely awful at what you had to do to us this afternoon because of your aversion towards applying corporal punishment to your team and the three of us talked about this and think that we have come up with a plan that should make you feel better about yourself. You have told us all that you feel that the use of corporal punishment in this setting is a form of bullying and is counterproductive to establishing a good working relationship between boss and staff. We prefer to look at this from the point of view of the oppressor and the oppressed since you as our manager are in a position of authority and power and can use this to oppress the staff and the use of corporal punishment is a direct physical sanction to suppress the staff just like colonial powers used to use on their subjects. Regardless of whether we look at this in terms of bullying or oppression there is no denying that ultimately in every situation the oppressed minority will rise up and challenge the oppressor. You played the role of our oppressor this afternoon, effectively even if it was unwillingly, and our plan is to show you just how the oppressed will rise up and challenge the oppression’ Fay explains as Morag has taken a heavy looking tawse from her bag.

‘That is a very powerful and cogent argument Fay and I accept the validity of it. I could continue to play the part of the oppressor and refuse to accept your position but I will not do so. Instead I will place myself at your mercy and accept whatever punishment you feel is necessary to wipe the slate clean’ I answer

‘Thank you Mr Williams. Resistance would have been futile anyway as it is 3 against 1. Your punishment will be twelve strokes with this tawse from each of us to match what you did to us as we are fair and will not take advantage of your inner anguish since that would be little better than becoming the oppressor ourselves’ Fay continues, ‘you will bare your bottom and take up position over the table for your punishment’ she concludes. I obey and even before the punishment begins I feel like a weight has been taken off of my shoulders although I am nervous at the same time because it is some time since I was last punished.

Morag is still holding the tawse and she steps forward resting it against my bottom for a second or two before swinging it down with a surprising amount of force and no little skill. It lands with a loud splat and I feel the instant heat in my bottom. A couple of seconds later the second stroke arrives and it is just as hard but the inexperience shows through in the aim as it has landed at the top of my thighs. Morag works through her strokes quickly and then hands the tawse over to Paula who doesn’t have the same weight of stroke almost as if she didn’t really feel it was right what she was doing. This certainly couldn’t be said of Fay who delivered a very hard first stroke and this brought a clench of my bottom showing just how much that I had felt it. As Fay continued to punish me this hard my guilt at having punished them started to slip away because I was getting it back but it has also reawakened my love of receiving corporal punishment. There are tears in my eyes by the time Fay has delivered her twelfth and final stroke but they are almost tears of relief rather than pain. Morag and Paula leave the house almost as soon as the final stroke has landed but Fay remains and she is still holding the tawse. Fay pulls me upright and turns me to face her before gently brushing away the tears from my face with her fingertips.

‘Are you okay?’ Fay asks.

‘Yes I am okay’ I answer although it sounds unconvincing even to me.

‘Now I want the real answer Ken’ Fay says as she is looking deep into my eyes. There was something in those eyes that made me crumble and tell her everything even though I didn’t want to burden her with my problems.

‘From an early stage of my sexual development I have been aware that I have had different feelings from most men but it was only about five years ago that I realised what these differences truly were. I was going out with a girl at university at the time and one night she spanked me and then made me serve her sexually all night before spanking me again in the morning because I had failed to satisfy her. It wasn’t a serious relationship so it didn’t last that long but it made me aware that I wanted to be submissive towards a woman but I tried to ignore it and hide it particularly when I got engaged a couple of years ago to a girl on my postgraduate course. Eventually I couldn’t hide the feelings from Jo but when I told her that I wanted her to spank and cane me she reacted very badly and broke off the engagement. That was eighteen months ago and I have come to terms with my own feelings but until now I haven’t admitted them to anyone else for fear of another rejection and as I know I can’t live a lie I haven’t been able to commit to a serious relationship since then’ I explain quietly.

‘I know what you mean’ Fay says at the end and even though she is younger than me I realised that she was genuinely saying it, ‘my feelings are the opposite too yours because ever since I started to play with myself all of my fantasies have been about situations where I am in control of people and can do what I want to them because they are my slaves. I have imagined tying them up, caning them, using them sexually and being served by them. I was very uncomfortable with these fantasies particularly when they got harder but I came across a copy of a magazine earlier this year that had an article on SM and another on Dom/sub relationships both of which chimed with what I wanted and reassured me that I wasn’t alone in what I wanted. I haven’t experienced the outright rejection that you have because I have never had a proper boyfriend but I do know that I can’t talk about this with any of my girlfriends because I left the article lying around in our staff room and the most positive comment was ‘that’s disgusting’ and everyone who spoke really meant it’ Fay explained as we had both sat down on the sofa looking at each other.

‘I have lots of books, magazines and websites bookmarked on my laptop that you are welcome to look at if you want to learn more about any of your interests’ I say to Fay but she has other more direct ideas.

‘Reading and looking at things on the web is good Ken but I think I am ready to explore things on a more practical level and it sounds like you have already explored at a surface level but want to go deeper so we are in the perfect position to come to terms with our mutual desires through play and experimentation’ Fay says confidently.

‘While it would be absolutely wonderful to explore these feelings with you Fay I don’t think we can do it because of the fact that I am your boss and if we are caught then no-one will believe that I am not taking advantage of you even though you are the dominant party and in any case Miss Stewart does not allow relationships within the staff’ I answer.

‘I am sure that we can both be careful enough not to get caught and in any case I am already looking to leave the company as I need more responsibility than I will ever get there and I reckon that you will be leaving this summer as well because Miss Stewart will know just how effective your caning was so she will get you to administer more of them and you will find that very difficult to do’ Fay comments and the last bit was almost as if she had been reading my mind earlier in the evening. I wasn’t entirely sure that we would be able to hide a relationship very well as I imagined that it would become very powerful very quickly but I get carried away when Fay stands up and drops her jeans before showing me the still livid marks that were decorating her bottom.

‘You put those there Ken so it is only fair that you now kiss them better for me’ Fay says pushing her bottom into my face as she was finishing the sentence. I place my hands on her hips and kiss my way gently along each of the welts before I trace the tip of my tongue along them. Both actions bring a shiver and a moan from Fay. I gently spread the cheeks of her bottom apart and start to bathe Fay’s delicate sex in kisses and long, lapping strokes of my tongue. Fay pushes back harder against my face indicating her desire for me to continue and I did until she experienced what was a very violent climax that covered my face in her hot, sweet juices. Fay wobbled as the climax overtook her so I wrapped my arms around her waist and helped her gently down onto the sofa where she looked absolutely shattered.

‘How do you feel?’ I ask having pulled Fay back so that her head is resting on my chest and she is looking up at me.

‘I don’t quite know how to describe what I am feeling. That is the most intense sensation I have ever experienced and it is the very first orgasm I’ve had where someone else has been involved. I am going to love having you as my sexual servant in a few months time and you are going to be the one to take my virginity but we are definitely going to have to wait until after one of us leaves the company to play together because there is no way that I could hide my desire for more if we start now’ Fay says, ‘but I will still come round regularly so that I can read your books and look at these web sites’ Fay continues thinking out loud almost.

We were able to stay very restrained with each other until after Fay handed her resignation in and as she had predicted I had also handed in my resignation because Miss Stewart had made me carry out another couple of canings. These factors meant that there was absolutely no restriction on Fay and me playing with each other and developing a deeply satisfying relationship.

Unauthorised borrowing

I am sharing Marie’s house having moved in when I started a new job in the city and it suited us both to stay that way because we get on really well. Marie is almost exactly the same size as my girlfriend, Kelly, and we use this to our advantage one weekend. Kelly and I are due to be attending a formal ball but she hasn’t been able to find an outfit that she liked so we looked through Marie’s wardrobe as she is away for the weekend. I know that Marie has some gorgeous ball-gowns in her wardrobe and Kelly saw one that she fell in love with immediately. Kelly got changed in Marie’s room and when she came through to find me the only thing that I could say was that she was stunning. The gown fitted Kelly like a glove and was in a soft peach colour that really set off the natural golden hue of her skin perfectly and also complimented her natural blonde locks. I pulled Kelly into me and the fabric of the gown is so soft and tactile that it will be a delight for both of us when we are dancing later in the night.

Before we go out I take a couple of pictures of us together and even seeing them on the small screen at the back of the camera tells me that we are a gorgeous pairing. I am in my kilt and know that it will make a real impression at the ball because I don’t expect there to be too many others in the kilt. It was an excellent evening starting off with a lovely meal before ending with some dancing and the only reason that we had to put the gown in for cleaning was that we had gotten quite energetic during the dancing so there would be some sweat in it and possibly also more than a trace of Kelly’s pussy juices as we’d been very aroused when we finished dancing together.

It was the fact that we’d put the gown in to be cleaned which was fatal to our hopes of getting it back before Marie noticed it was missing. A couple of days after the ball Marie was having a look through her wardrobe and noticed the empty hanger for the gown and she came through to see if I could offer her any explanation. At the moment that Marie came to see me I was looking at the pictures that I’d taken before we went out on my laptop.

‘Is that my dress that Kelly is wearing Ken?’ Marie asks sharply.

‘Yes it is Marie and it will be back from the dry cleaners tomorrow’ I answer.

‘Why did it have to go to the cleaners Ken?’ Marie asked and I thought better of mentioning the dancing but my answer drops me in even more trouble.

‘We always clean things after we have borrowed them’ I answer realising as I finished what I’d admitted to.

‘So you are telling me that Kelly has borrowed more of my clothes then’ Marie said quite angrily.

‘Only a couple of times and it was only for a night and it is just because you have such a fantastic wardrobe’ I answer hoping that the compliment would soften the offence a little bit.

‘I’m sorry Ken but that’s just not good enough. You have never asked my permission to borrow anything and since I cannot deal with Kelly I will have to punish you instead and hope that you pass the message on to her’ Marie says and I look surprised at the mention of punishment. My surprise means that I don’t resist as Marie takes hold of my arm and pulls me through to her room and in one movement she sits down on the end of her bed and pulls me down over her knee. I had been about to go out for a run when I’d finished editing the pictures of Kelly so I am dressed in a thin pair of shorts only. I get a shock when Marie’s first smack crashes down into my bottom and in my shock I give a little yelp.

‘I would save your yelps for later Ken because I haven’t even started to punish you yet and by the time I’ve finished with you, you will think twice about letting Kelly borrow any of my clothes’ Marie says mockingly.

My shorts are pulled down and the thong that I am wearing basically leaves my bottom bare so Marie starts to spank me properly. Volleys of hard smacks crash down into my bum heating it up very quickly and I’m surprised by just how hard handed Marie is. Her spanking is really effective but given her mocking tone earlier I am trying to prove to her that she isn’t having any effect on me by remaining completely silent.

‘Stand up Ken. I can see that my hand is not getting through to you so I will have to use something much more punitive’ Marie says before pulling a three-tailed tawse from her chest of drawers.

‘You will pull out that stool from underneath the dressing table and place it in the centre of the floor. When you have done that you will kneel up on the stool and put your hands flat on the floor which will raise your bottom into the perfect position for this tawse and if this does not get through to you then you will receive the cane afterwards’ Marie barks at me.

Smack! Smack! Smack! The first three strokes were delivered very quickly the moment Marie stopped speaking and after the third of them I sucked in as much air as I could through my clenched teeth. Smack! Smack! Smack! The second set of strokes arrived. They were even harder than the first set and also lower down on my bottom where they stung even more. I counted off the strokes in my head as they came in rapid bursts of three followed by a pause and when we reached thirty-six Marie spoke again.

‘Stay exactly where you are Ken. I had hoped that the tawse would bring contrition to you but it has not done so therefore you leave me with no option but to take the cane to your bottom. I will cane you until I am sure that you have learnt your lesson and will not allow Kelly to borrow my clothes again so I wouldn’t even bother pleading or crying out as it is only likely to make me continue’ Marie says sharply.

It was as she had started to cane me that I suddenly realised that I would have the opportunity to get my revenge on Marie as she’d borrowed my old laptop and I hadn’t seen it since and as if to confirm her guilt I spot the laptop bag lying underneath her bed. This thought made the hard caning that Marie was giving me bearable and eventually she stopped and told me that I could get up.

‘I hope that you are ready for the same and more’ I said to Marie with an evil grin on my face and the look of puzzlement on her face is a picture as she tries to work out what I’m talking about.

‘Laptop’ is all that I say and immediately the guilt is writ large across Marie’s face and to compound her offence she claims that she has given it back.

‘Marie I know that you did not give the laptop back and lying to me is only going to get you into more trouble. What happened to it?’ I demand.

‘I managed to get it infected with a virus that wiped all of your stuff from the hard disk and when I tried to fix it I corrupted the disk itself’ Marie answers very nervously and she takes the bag from under her bed showing me the laptop.

‘I’m sure that even you agree that rendering my laptop worthless is much worse than Kelly borrowing a gown and other clothing for one night’ I say.

‘You’ve got a new laptop anyway Ken so what is the problem’ Marie says in a final act of defiance.

‘Yes I’ve got a new laptop but that is not really the point because you’ve got more than one gown and weren’t even here this weekend so it’s not as if you wanted to wear it as well’ I answered showing Marie that she wasn’t going to get out of her punishment.

‘Very well Ken you win’ Marie says as she realises that she has no chance of winning the argument and she obediently places herself over my lap when I sit down on the bed. Although Marie’s offence is more serious I simply match the punishment that she has given me but by the time I’ve finished delivering the caning Marie is a sorry looking sight as the tears are streaming down her face and her bottom is scarlet all over.

‘Quits’ Marie says hopefully when she stands up.

‘Quits’ I say and give her a big hug.