Let’s see if you are still smiling in the morning

‘You don’t seem to understand the gravity of your situation my dear’ Lady Karen says to Ken as she is securely lashing him to a tree in the forest, ‘your smile is pretty but entirely out of place’ she concludes taking a step back to take hold of another length of rough rope.

‘This is my private forest but there are lots of wild animals around the place who might take a fancy to you and there has been signs of poachers in recent weeks and with such a delicious bottom as yours they may just fancy a spot of sodomy. I’ll leave the ropes with enough play in them that they could also get you onto your knees so that your mouth could also be used’ Lady Karen says as she is tying the ropes around Ken’s legs so that they are spread around the tree.

Ken’s heart missed a few beats at this statement as he never expected Lady Karen to leave him in such an exposed and vulnerable state as she’d never played with him in this way although it had been threatened on many times.

‘A few marks on your body will make you all the more appealing to anyone who happens to see you’ Lady Karen says as she is snaking her favourite whip around Ken’s body.

‘Count these off’ Lady Karen commands as she steps back and starts to play the whip through the air with impressive cracks as she cuts it through the air but none of the lashes land on his body to begin with so he starts to relax which was just what Lady Karen wanted. When Lady Karen sees the relaxation spreading through Ken’s body she lands the tip of the whip on his right shoulder.

‘Aah’ was Ken’s immediate response and he didn’t count the stroke off as had been instructed. There was no comment from Lady Karen at this disobedience but her next whip lash made her displeasure clear as it snaked around Ken’s hips with the tip landing squarely on his balls.

‘Perhaps you will remember your instructions to count after this’ Lady Karen says sharply over Ken’s scream.

‘Two’ Ken calls out.

‘No that was one since you didn’t count off the first one’ Lady Karen corrects.

‘One’ Ken corrects himself.

‘That’s better and don’t forget again’ Lady Karen says before delivering her next stroke of the whip straight down Ken’s back.

‘Two’ Ken counts out. After his count he screams loudly but there was no pity from Lady Karen as she relentlessly stripes his whole body over the next twenty minutes.

‘There that should be enough of a message to anyone who sees you but I’ll leave the whip on the ground at your feet just in case they decide to add a few more stripes. They should also spread and stiffen nicely through the night so let’s see if you are still smiling in the morning when I come back to collect you’ Lady Karen says walking away in front of Ken so that he can see her going until she is too far into the trees.

Even though it was summer the darkness starts to fall quickly after Lady Karen has left Ken and the temperature also starts to drop and the whip marks soon start to throb as the cool air hits them and Ken starts to shiver uncontrollably. To begin with he harbours the hope that Lady Karen will come back and rescue him but as time starts to lose any meaning he realises that this isn’t going to happen and the fear really begins to hit home. With the fear comes a heightened sensitivity to his hearing and the imagination that he can hear leaves crackling and twigs snapping all around him but nothing seems to come close to him. Ken’s eyes close every few minutes but the merest hint of a sound is enough to have them spring open again so he is becoming increasingly tired.

‘Well what do we have here’ Ken hears a female voice saying behind him but he doesn’t recognise it as  Lady Karen’s voice and his heart starts beating furiously and a cold sweat breaks out over his whole body.

‘Girls it appears that we have a toy to play with. Should we continue with the poaching expedition or should we call it off tonight and have some fun with this present’ the voice says and a pair of hands starts to run over his back and bottom.

‘I vote for having fun with this present’ a different voice says but at least it’s another female voice and a second pair of hands touches his body leaving Ken in no doubt that there is more than one person going to have a go at him.

‘There is a whip here by him, give me some light so that I can see what I’m doing’ a voice says and at that moment a bright light is shone directly into Ken’s eyes blinding him and then a piece of cloth is tied around his eyes taking away any hope of sight. With his body bathed in light the whip starts to cut into Ken’s back and his screams are soon echoing around the forest.

‘We can’t have that noise I’m afraid’ a third voice says and as it was finishing the sentence a large wad of cloth is stuffed into Ken’s mouth and taped in place.

‘That should keep you quiet’ the voice says, ‘now hand over the whip so that we can all have our fun with him’ the voice says and after a short pause the whipping starts again but this time from the front and while the tree provides a little bit of protection the rope allows enough play that Ken tries to dance away from the blows but only succeeds in opening up new areas to attack.

‘It’s such a shame that whoever left you in this position didn’t leave us something to violate your arse with so we’ll just have to improvise and use our fists’ one of the voices says and Ken struggles against his bonds at this threat.

‘Oh so this terrifies you then, what a shame for you that it is something that I love to do’ the voice says in Ken’s ear, ‘and I’m afraid that it’s going to be rather painful for you as we don’t have any lubrication with us’ the voice says with a laugh. Ken is released from the tree and he finds himself being pushed to his knees on the ground and a boot on the back of his neck pushes his head down into the earth. His legs are kicked as far apart as they can possibly go and while the whip continues to cut down onto his back a finger roughly begins to penetrate his anus and he fights against the invasion.

‘Your only hope is to relax as you will be fisted whether you like it or not’ a voice says in Ken’s ear but he can’t relax so each push feels like it is tearing him apart and as the number of fingers increases so does his pain but then it starts to feel a bit easier as there is some liquid in play which Ken knows must be blood but he doesn’t care at that moment as it is a temporary relief for him. For what seemed like hours the fist was pushing in and out of Ken with increasing force but it doesn’t get any more painful thankfully.

‘Well girls it’s beginning to get close to dawn so we’d better get going if we aren’t going to get caught’ one of the voices says.

‘Just one more thing to do to him I think’ another voice says.

‘Oh what would that be?’ another one asks.

‘Piss on him’ was the blunt response.

‘Perfect idea’ the other two voices say and Ken finds himself being rolled over onto his back and the ropes at his wrist and ankle are tied to the tree again to prevent him from escaping. While he can’t see anything he can hear clothes being stripped off and the first pair of feet straddle his chest and seconds later a gush of liquid lands on his chest and the flow is then directed to his face where it runs into his nose and under the tape into his gag feeling as if it is choking him. The second and third girls follow the first one leaving Ken soaked with their piss and while it is warm for the first second or two it soon chills in the air bringing on the shivers again.

‘Let’s come back tomorrow night and see if he is still here and if he is we’ll take him home and make him our slave’ one of the voices says as they are walking away leaving Ken in his misery and tears start to roll out from under his blindfold which stops him from seeing the dawn light breaking.

‘I see that you aren’t still smiling then and you are a real mess, you smell like a public bathroom and there is dried blood on many parts of your body including your arse. It looks like some people had real fun with you last night, perhaps this will have shown you that you are just another possession to me and not the special one that your recent behaviour suggests that you think you are’ Lady Karen says giving Ken a kick in the ribs to wake him from his fitful sleep.

Bought at auction

Scotland gained its independence from the United Kingdom following a series of governments that did not have popular support and the new ruling party in Scotland was one that subscribed to the belief in Female supremacy and the laws that were enacted reflected this belief. It was Ken’s misfortune that he was caught drunk in public the day after the law restricting the consumption of alcohol was brought into force and within twenty four hours he had appeared before the courts and been sentenced.

Ken received a three part sentence that started with a televised caning of twenty four strokes and this was followed by six months in a penal reformatory and the final part of the sentence was five years of slavery after which Ken would either be freed or his owner could petition the authorities to have his slavery extended for anything between another five years and indefinitely, Ken was now approaching the end of his sentence in the penal reformatory which had been very hard going as it was based around hard physical labour with stringent punishments. Ken’s details as a potential slave have been entered into the register for the upcoming public auction by the staff of the penal reformatory using the skills and conduct he had shown during the six month sentence. As a result of the hard physical labour that Ken had endured he was in much better physical condition at the end of his sentence than he had been at the start of it.

On the morning of the auction Ken, and about a dozen others, were given a pair of trunks to wear that covered their modesty but little else. They were all handcuffed and this was connected to a heavy chain that encircled the waist and another heavy chain linked the party together before they were marched through the streets to the large public square that had been created in front of the city hall. This was to be the first public auction for slaves that had been held under the new regime and a large crowd had already assembled in the square even though the auction was not due to start until the afternoon. Ken and his fellow prospective slaves were marched up onto a stage where they were brought to a halt by the guards who proceeded to release them from each other and take a chain that was dangling from one of the posts on the stage and clip this to the chain around the waist allowing some movement.

Only women were permitted to own slaves and those who were registered as prospective buyers were entitled to come up onto the stage to carry out any inspection of the slaves that they wished to make and this included having the guards remove the trunks so that everything could be inspected and this certainly happened to Ken and there seemed to be a lot of interest in him to judge from the number of people that looked him up and down like a head of cattle at the nearby market. A file had been placed on the back of the post and this acted almost like an owner’s manual and a few times Ken could hear the guard being asked a question about him but he could never hear the answer. As the hours to the auction passed more and more women came to inspect the slaves and the audience of men and women grew. There were lots of police circulating through the crowd and on another stage in front of the slaves there was a whipping post and regularly Ken could see the police taking someone up there for a swift and severe punishment as that had become part of the law during his time in the penal reformatory.

‘Ladies we now come to the first of the prospective slaves from the penal reformatory and this one will be of particular interest to you as he has a minimum sentence of five years so could be used for large scale projects. Also this particular prospective slave is the youngest and his record from the penal reformatory indicates that he will be the fittest in the auction today. He has been working on building and ground clearance projects while in the penal reformatory and his disciplinary report shows him to be someone that is accustomed to the lash and the cane but he is manageable and slaves from the penal reformatory come with the added advantage that you have the threat of returning them there to ensure obedience’ the auctioneer announces as Ken has been brought to the front of the stage by two guards who connect him to another post for the duration of the auction.

It becomes obvious to Ken that there are two women who are interested in owning him and this drives the price up and this scares him as they will want to recoup this outlay. In the end one of the women drops out and Ken is taken back to his post to await the end of the auction but before that he is able to see his new owner walking away with an official from the government presumably to complete the formalities of her purchase. Ken had been the fifth slave to be auctioned so he had quite a while to wait before the auction was completed and there was one unfortunate who did not sell and he faced the prospect of being owned by the government until such time as someone bought him and no doubt this would be horrible so in a way Ken was grateful that he had been bought even though he was terrified at the prospect. When the auction was finally completed the slaves were taken down from the stage one at a time and led into the basement of the city hall where there new owners were waiting for them. Ken’s first mistake was to look at his new owner when he was taken into the basement and this mistake was immediately met with a hard slap across his face.

‘You will not look me in the face without permission to do so, your eyes should always be cast down to my feet when you are in my presence unless I instruct you otherwise’ Ken’s new owner barks in a very sharp west coast accent, ‘for that disobedience I am going to have the guard administer twenty lashes with her whip to your back and this will fulfil a secondary objective of seeing just how you react under the lash’ she continues.

‘Hands up against the bars slave and keep a tight grip’ the guard barks before uncoiling and snapping her whip through the air. Ken obeys the order and doesn’t have to wait for long before the first lash lands across his back with fierce power.

‘A silent type I see’ Ken’s new owner says after there is no sound from Ken with the first lash.

‘Yes Ma’am it has always taken a lot to get this particular slave to cry out and if you want my advice make sure that your punishments, and he will need lots of punishment, are always at the severe end of the scale and remember as an inmate of a penal reformatory he is used to routine and heavy punishments’ the guard says.

‘Thank you for the advice and have no fear the regimen that the slave will face will be a match for the one he faced in the penal reformatory’ Ken’s new owner says as the guard returns to whipping Ken. The guard takes her time with the whipping but eventually it is over and Ken is instructed to turn around and this time his eyes are on the floor.

‘You seem to be a quick learner slave and this is good. I hope that it continues for your own sake. For now you do not need to know my name as you will refer to me as Mistress at all times do you understand me?’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Yes Mistress I understand’ Ken answers.

‘Do you wish me to put an ownership mark on the slave for you before I hand the keys to his shackles over to you?’ the guard asks.

‘No that will not be necessary thank you as I will apply a suitable mark when we reach my property’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Very well Ma’am I am hereby handing over the slave to your ownership but remember it only takes one phone call to the local police to have him returned to the penal reformatory should he cause you any problems’ the guard says handing over the keys.

‘Thank you. I am sure that he will cause me no problems whatsoever’ Ken’s new owner says as she is fitting the handcuffs and attaching them to the chain encircling Ken’s waist.

Awakened desires

Our existing office administrator, Lauren, is leaving the company to go off to university and she has had a major hand in appointing her successor who is Siobhan. Siobhan is a very pretty girl of nineteen which might seem quite young for what is a responsible position but that is part of the ethos of the company stemming from the Director who is a big fan of talent spotting. Siobhan appears to be quite shy and innocent when she starts which is completely different to Lauren who had never been backwards at coming forward. I am very close friends with Lauren and because of this I was put in charge of organising the leaving party and the leaving collection which topped over £600 illustrating Lauren’s popularity within the company. For the party itself I have hired the back bar of our normal Friday night haunt and it is going to start immediately after work on the Friday. I personally invited Siobhan to the party but I think it was Lauren’s insistence that she comes along that won her over in the end although she does say it will only be for one drink.

Unfortunately our Director was unable to come to the party because he was out of the country at a meeting but he had put a large pot of money behind the bar for the party which was appreciated. Siobhan ended up sitting next to me and as everyone was arriving I started to chat to her and we built up an easy rapport which seemed to really relax Siobhan. Once everyone had sat down with their drinks I stood up and made my speech before handing over the presents to Lauren. The first present I’d bought for Lauren was a new laptop which was what she’d been saying she would need to get for going off to university and then I’d bought her a range of aromatherapy oils because I’ve been on the receiving end of some of her wonderful massages in the past. There had been enough money left to make it worth handing this over as a further gift but I still had one last item to hand over but this was purely personal from me.

‘Now Lauren there have been many times when you have mentioned your desire to assert your authority over all of us particularly when we were not playing ball with you so I bet you wish you’d had this next item to hand at that time’ I say as I hand over a long cardboard box which contains a cane. Lauren opens the paper and then the end of the box and a wicked smile crosses her face when she sees what is inside the box. Lauren slowly pulls the cane from the box and there are many shocked looks on the faces around us. I glanced down at Siobhan and her face had a look of wonder as opposed to shock which intrigued me. From then on whenever anyone went to the bar they received a playful swipe of the cane when they passed Lauren and it was obvious that certain people were playing up to this fact, including myself. Siobhan remained at the party for more than the one drink she had thought she would and was actually a little bit tipsy after a couple of glasses of red wine which probably explained what happened later in the evening.

‘I’m a naughty girl’ she whispered in my ear as quite a lot of people were leaving the party to go home.

‘You would look very nice draped over my kitchen table with your bare bum waiting for the kiss of my cane’ I answered once I’d gotten over my surprise.

‘Would you have spanked me first?’ Siobhan asks as my hand is resting lightly on her thigh.

‘That would depend upon how naughty you have been. Naughty girls do get the spanking first but very naughty girls go straight to the cane’ I answer while stroking the skin under Siobhan’s skirt and she is squirming. Even if I did cane her from cold it would be with very gentle strokes.

‘I’m just naughty not very naughty’ Siobhan answers, ‘so let’s go and see how I do look draped over your lap and kitchen table’ she concludes. I give Siobhan a kiss on the cheek and then say my goodbyes to Lauren and we both know that the promises we make to stay in touch will be honoured. As soon as we are in the cool night air I give Siobhan another kiss and this time she responds with a passion that dispels any fears that I had of taking advantage of her. It was a short cab ride back to my house and as soon as Siobhan saw the kitchen table she bent over it, flipping her skirt up as she did so. I could see the very pretty pink cotton panties stretched tightly across her lovely round and firm cheeks.

‘So do I look good then Ken?’ Siobhan asks.

‘You look even better than I imagined you would’ I answer because it is true. I run my hands up the back of her thighs from knee to the bottom of her panties and watch as Siobhan shivers. I help Siobhan to her feet and lead her over to the sofa where I sit down and without being told to Siobhan lowers herself down over my lap with her skirt still raised. In this position Siobhan’s bottom has a gorgeous curve to it and I start off with a few very gentle smacks. Siobhan spreads her legs slightly to get better balance and I resume the spanking covering every part of the bottom with light smacks.

‘You can be firmer if you want Ken’ Siobhan says and I am happy to give her what she wants starting to increase the weight of my smacks until some are accompanied by little squirms and sighs. I lower Siobhan’s panties and notice that the skin is just about the same colour as the pale pink of her panties so I set about reddening it further but mixing in some strokes from my hand as well. Siobhan reacts to my caress by spreading her legs and trying to direct my hand down between her cheeks. I take the hint that she is giving me and start to tease her with my hands for a few minutes whereupon I deliver six harder smacks to each cheek bringing moans of pain and pleasure from Siobhan. I had considered stopping at this point but this thought was put right out of my head.

‘Are you going to cane me Ken?’ Siobhan asked with a look of pure lust in her eyes.

‘Yes I am going to cane you Siobhan because you have a bottom that is just made to be caned’ I answer helping Siobhan onto her feet so that I can go and fetch a cane. I chose one of my lightest canes that would sting but not cause too much bruising.

‘How many strokes does this naughty girl deserve?’ I ask letting Siobhan set the punishment to come.

‘I deserve twelve strokes Sir’ Siobhan answers deliciously.

‘Well you had better go and resume your position over the kitchen table then’ I say and watch the lovely red bottom sashaying over to the table very provocatively. I delivered the first of the twelve with a flick of my wrist and it raised a lovely line on Siobhan’s bottom and brought a little squeak from her. Siobhan heard the second stroke descending and she arched her back inwards so that her bottom was pushed out into the path of the cane and then she tried to shake off the sting giving me a fantastic display of her absolutely stunning pussy. Immediately after the twelfth stroke of the cane I placed the cane on the table and put a hand on Siobhan’s back to keep her in position because I she looked so delicious that I wanted to eat her.

‘I want you to spank me again’ Siobhan said the following morning after a very satisfying night in bed together and I was more than happy to oblige. After a lazy morning filled with spanking and sex we head into town and have some lunch in one of the pubs talking about lots of different things but mainly about our interests in punishment.

‘I’ve fantasised about being punished for many years but have hidden these desires from everyone for fear of being considered perverted but seeing Lauren pull out that cane in the pub last night unlocked every desire and fantasy I’d ever had. I’m so glad that I told you that I was a naughty girl because the reality was so much better than the fantasies and even more so when you got firmer with me. I want to share and experience all of my desires with you’ Siobhan says and I don’t answer verbally instead I just lean over and give her a kiss that is soon reciprocated.

Siobhan and I started to go out with each other after this and Lauren was very happy for the two of us. At one point I came across an unidentified CD at home and was having a look at it when Siobhan came home and she was intrigued as it contained photographs of Sandy who was a former girlfriend from university days. Some of these photographs had ended up being used in Sandy’s modelling portfolio but the last lot of photographs on the disk were purely private ones of Sandy in a variety of fetish outfits and getting her gorgeous bare bottom punished by me. I explained the history of the pictures to Siobhan and when she saw the ones of Sandy’s red bum her face really lit up.

‘I wondered where your experience in spanking came from Ken but now I know because you’ve been doing it for years haven’t you?’ Siobhan asked.

‘It was Sandy who first introduced me to spanking Siobhan’ I answered. One particular image on the disk seemed to really fascinate Siobhan and she kept returning to it when we were going through the disk. This particular image showed Sandy lying naked and face down on the bed with a pair of leather cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles and a thin cane balanced across her full, round bottom. I had a late meeting that afternoon so Siobhan has already left when I get out and I go home to find that she has taken up the exact position she had seen in the photograph including the cuffs which she had either bought or owned herself because they certainly weren’t mine.

‘You look gorgeous Siobhan’ I said as I went round the bed clipping the cuffs to the frame of the bed.

‘Thank you Sir. I am now completely at your mercy and you can do whatever you wish with me’ Siobhan said. I ran my fingers gently down her spine and picked up the cane before stroking it up and down her bottom and thighs. Having been playing together for a few months I now know much better what Siobhan loves but having her at my mercy like this gives me the opportunity to really play with her. I cane her from cold giving her twelve medium weight swipes each of which raises a red line on her bottom and sees her pushing her bottom up and then down as the sting flows through her. My tongue traced along each of these stripes and then I pulled her cheeks apart and ran my finger down between her cheeks.

‘This is the perfect position for me to fuck your arse’ I say crudely with my finger teasing her anus.

‘If you wish Sir’ Siobhan says very nervously.

‘Have you ever been fucked in the arse before slave? Would you like me to to take your arse?’ I asked still toying with the little hole and enjoying the squirms that are coming from Siobhan.

‘No Sir no-one has ever buggered me and I don’t know if I want you to do it’ Siobhan answers quietly.

‘I won’t ever do anything you don’t want me to do Siobhan but if you want to try anything then let me know and we will do it’ I whisper in Siobhan’s ear just to confirm to her that even in her completely helpless state I will be looking after her. I started to toy with Siobhan’s pussy with my tongue until she is begging me to fuck her but this time I refuse as there is something I want to try with her simply because it had worked so well on Sandy.

‘Spread your legs and play with yourself’ I ordered having released the cuffs from the bed and rolled Siobhan over onto her back. Siobhan looked up at me with a bright red blush on her face and she initially refused to follow my order. I picked up the cane and a couple of light swishes of this onto Siobhan’s small and very sensitive breasts soon overcame her embarrassment and shame. Although we have been very sexual with each other this is the first time I’ve seen Siobhan playing with herself and it was a useful exercise as it gives me a very good clue to how Siobhan liked to be played with. I would definitely be able to use this information in the future when I am practising orgasm control and denial with her. Recently I have been building up Siobhan’s tolerance to nipple torture and I fitted a fairly gentle clamp to each of her nipples but it still brought a wince from Siobhan. I kept Siobhan naked with the nipple clamps on as I went to make us dinner all the time having her sitting in the kitchen with her hands behind her back.

‘You may now take the nipple clamps off’ I said after twenty minutes and Siobhan shook her head knowing that it would be very painful to do it.

‘Very well Siobhan I will give you one more chance to do it or I will come over there and take them off myself and give you six with the cane on each breast for your disobedience’ I answer this shake of the head. With a look at me Siobhan reaches up and pulls off the clamps together with a loud yelp escaping her throat as they were pulled free. I went over to Siobhan and gave her a kiss while my hands massaged some feeling back into her nipples.

‘Well done slave’ I said knowing that it had been a challenge for Siobhan to hurt herself in this way but she had done it.

‘Ken these past few months have been utterly wonderful for me and seeing some of those pictures of what you did with Sandy made me realise that we have been playing at the edge of our mutual desires although getting deeper into them all the time. Tonight has been utterly magical and will you enslave me completely please Sir’ Siobhan says as we are snuggling up to each other after dinner.

‘It would be my absolute pleasure to have you as my slave Siobhan’ I answer holding her even more tightly against me. I quickly came to realise that public play was something that both frightened and fascinated Siobhan as there is an exhibitionist buried deep within her but this is normally overshadowed by her sense of shame. I have an idea that will allow me to explore these feelings safely but in Siobhan’s mind it will be very dangerous. I head off to work early one morning which gives Siobhan a clear indication that I am planning something because we have been going in together since we moved in with each other. I share an office with Mary but I know that she is having a day off today so I will have the place to myself and Siobhan’s working space is just outside my office. Siobhan came into work early that morning and I called her into my office straight away.

‘Strip’ was my whispered command in her ear. Siobhan hesitated so I applied the tawse I was holding behind my back to the bare skin just below the hem of Siobhan’s short skirt. This left a lovely red stripe on the skin and as I was poised to deliver a second stroke Siobhan started to comply with my order very quickly.

‘Turn and face the door of my office and place your hands behind your back’ I commanded and another red stripe adorned her thighs after another hesitation. I cuff Siobhan’s hands behind her back and turn her round so that she is facing me although she has her head bowed in embarrassment. Siobhan’s nipples are standing out like hat pegs but I still lick them before applying a pair of nipple clamps and although Siobhan is now used to these she still winces when they first grip down on her.

‘On your knees and provide me with oral relief’ I command catching Siobhan nervously glancing up at the clock to see whether Mary will be arriving soon because she doesn’t know that she will be off for the whole day. To increase Siobhan’s fear I hold on against her wonderful actions until she is truly desperate when I let myself go and she swallows every drop of my cream.

‘Do you need the toilet slave?’ I ask knowing that she almost certainly will do.

‘Yes Master but please don’t make me walk through the building like this’ Siobhan pleads with me.

‘Give me one good reason why I should not parade you through the building slave because after all you are my little slut to do with what I want are you not’ I say although I have absolutely no intention of exposing Siobhan to anyone else.

‘Yes Sir I am your little slut and you can do what you want with me but I would rather that the rest of the company don’t know about it’ Siobhan pleads nervously.

‘You may use this as your toilet then slave’ I say having placed a plastic bucket on the ground in front of Siobhan. Siobhan has always found it difficult going to the toilet in front of me which made it a wonderful torment to use on her and this time desperation got the better of her as she released a long stream of urine into the bucket.

‘This bucket will remain in my office and you will use it as your toilet for the rest of the day. You will keep your nipple clamps on for thirty minutes from now before removing them and placing them in your desk drawer. If you dare to remove them earlier then you will get sixty strokes of the tawse on your bare bottom at lunchtime in this office’ I say to Siobhan before allowing her to get dressed and start her work about ten minutes before most of the people arrive in the office. I do not check on Siobhan because I know that she will have obeyed my commands.

‘Today was absolutely amazing thank you Sir’ Siobhan says when we are at home that evening. This first piece of semi-public play seemed to open the floodgates in Siobhan’s mind and really unleashed the exhibitionist in her which was great fun to behold.

‘I bet that you won’t do a full strip in the local park during daylight hours’ Carolyn, one of our friends, says to Siobhan during a dinner party that we are holding. A few months ago Carolyn would have been safe in winning this bet but I was far less sure of this now and Siobhan’s response sets Carolyn’s mind into a tizzy.

‘What will be my reward if I fulfil the terms of your bet’ Siobhan asks.

‘If I see photographic proof that the strip has taken place then you can challenge me to undertake any action and if I don’t do it then you can either impose a monetary fine or apply corporal punishment to my bottom’ Carolyn answers having paused for a minute or two to work out the possibility of having to suffer.

‘That’s a deal Carolyn’ Siobhan answers and the two of them shake hands on it. I was watching on with great amusement as was Colin, Carolyn’s husband, wondering what Carolyn has let herself in for.

‘So what challenge will you be setting for Carolyn?’ I asked Siobhan as we were lying in bed together that night.

‘I am going to get Carolyn to go into the local Anne Summers shop and buy a vibrator, some sluttish lingerie and then she is to go into a small newsagent and buy at least two pornographic magazines and she will then have to come back here and put on a private show for me alone and if she does not do as I ask I will be taking the option of applying corporal punishment’ Siobhan answers. We both know Carolyn pretty well and while she is a horny little madam neither of us can see her accepting the full terms of this challenge.

We wake up the following morning to an absolutely glorious Sunday morning and even though it is very early Siobhan insists that we get up and head off to the local park. We find a quiet corner of the park and Carolyn starts to perform a very erotic strip for me and my camera. Once she was fully naked Siobhan starts to play with herself and continues until she climaxes very noisily and messily bringing to mind the changes that have happened within her because a few short months ago there was no way that Siobhan would have done any of these things. I liked the change it had to be said and loved the raw passion and energy that was coming through in Siobhan’s performance. I watched Siobhan cleaning the juices from her pussy and thighs with her panties before she put her short skirt and t-shirt back on. As we are walking out of the park Siobhan casually drops the sodden panties into the lap of a teenage boy who scrambles to get them into his pocket before anyone else sees them.

‘He was watching my performance avidly although the embarrassment was written all over his face particularly because I could see the very prominent bulge in his jeans’ Siobhan explained, with a snigger, when I looked at her.

I had used my digital camera for the photographs and this automatically stores the date and time the photograph was taken which would confirm to Carolyn that her challenge had been well and truly met. I downloaded these images onto my computer when we got back to the house and they are all very sexy. Siobhan looked at these and asked me to print out copies of them all with a date stamp added before she picked up her mobile and called Carolyn.

‘We will see you in the pub this evening’ was all that Siobhan said but I’m sure that Carolyn would know what this meant but to give her due credit she turned up along with Colin. Siobhan’s first act was to hand over the wallet containing all of the pictures and we watched Carolyn flicking through these getting more ashen with each picture until eventually she reacted with just one word.

‘Shit’ was that word and now all that had to happen was for her to hear the details of her challenge. Colin looked at the pictures in a little bit more detail and he clearly liked what he was seeing. Siobhan repeated the challenge she had outlined to me last night to Carolyn and received a flat refusal in response.

‘In that case I will be taking the opportunity to apply corporal punishment as opposed to a monetary fine so you may wish to reconsider your position’ Siobhan says but Carolyn shakes her head. Siobhan takes Carolyn by the hand and leads her out of the pub with me and Colin following on as we take the short walk back to our house. Siobhan fetches one of my canes and asks me for the belt from my jeans placing both of these on the table beside her. Carolyn looks nervously at these and then turns to Colin for some moral support.

‘You made the deal so now you have to go through with it’ Colin says and gets a dirty glare from Carolyn in response.

‘I am going to spank your bare bum with my hand first and then I am going to give you twelve lashes with the belt and six with the cane although you can still accept the terms of my challenge if you prefer’ Siobhan outlined and I was amazed by just how dominant her voice was. Carolyn is visibly torn between these two options but in the end she goes over and places herself over Siobhan’s lap meekly allowing her bottom to be bared.

Siobhan delivers a long but gentle spanking to Carolyn turning the bottom from lily-white to sugar pink and then a pale red colour and when it was evenly red all over she stopped the spanking and led Carolyn over to the table which she herself had plenty of experience of bending over. Siobhan positions Carolyn in such a way that Colin and I have an excellent view of her pussy and we can both see the liquid glistening on the outer lips. Siobhan doubles the belt over in her hands and toyed with it behind Carolyn just as I did at times with her. Carolyn flinches with each one as she is expecting the belt to crack down into her bottom so what she thought when Siobhan pressed it up against her pussy I don’t know. It is a light brown colour but when Siobhan pulled it away there was a dark stain on the leather. Siobhan is fairly gentle with the belt letting it smack down onto the waiting cheeks instead of really cracking it down into them and I can see what she is trying to do to Carolyn. This is to build her up to melting point in preparation for the caning that she will deliver shortly.

Siobhan has experienced the cane on many occasions from me but I don’t think she has any experience of giving it so I was fascinated to watch her transferring this experience to the other side of the weapon. Siobhan delivered each of the six strokes quite sharply but they are all given to the point where the nerve endings are directly connected to Carolyn’s sex and by the last of them she almost has Carolyn climaxing. Colin didn’t say anything as he stood up and led Carolyn away from the table and out of the house but we both knew what was likely to happen when they got home. Administering this punishment has put Siobhan into the mood to receive one herself and I was more than happy to oblige but it was much harder.

‘That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life Siobhan will you take me out shopping’ Carolyn said to Siobhan the following afternoon a task that Siobhan was more than happy to take on.

Caught cheating

Jackie is a final year student at a very strict girls’ school that still uses corporal punishment regularly to keep the girl’s in line. These punishments are generally over the knickers for normal offences in class and involve the use of a heavy tawse but more serious, or repeated, offences are dealt with in a special assembly on Friday afternoons in front of the whole school. Any punishment at this assembly is given on the bare bottom with the tawse or the cane and the minimum punishment that is given is twelve strokes. By no means could Jackie be called a bad girl but such are the rigours of the disciplinary regime I regularly see her in the evenings struggling to sit down comfortably as we are working together. My own school is pretty strict itself so I am regularly able to empathise with Jackie as I’m in the same boat although most of our punishments are given on the hands and not the bottom, that right is reserved for the Headmistress alone. Jackie had shown me a copy of her school rule book and it was very proscriptive but what made it even tougher was the fact that academic performance was also part of the rules.

As a final year student Jackie had very tough performance targets to reach and she found it very difficult to meet them so as her boyfriend I helped her out with her homework each evening, sometimes going as far as to do it for her. I also helped her when it came to the time to revise for her mock exams. If Jackie was caught for either offence then she would be in deep trouble because getting any outside assistance with homework was considered cheating and having a boyfriend was another serious breach of the school rules. Things were going well until Jackie got the results of her mock exams back and they were much lower than her coursework marks which aroused suspicions within the school.

‘I’ve been summoned to see the Headmistress tomorrow morning’ Jackie said tearfully the evening after she’d gotten her marks. The tears were because Jackie was absolutely terrified of her Headmistress.

‘Well the only thing you can say is that you find exams much harder than coursework’ is all I can say because even if Jackie blames me then the offence of having a boyfriend is equally as bad.

‘I’m going to try that but I just know that the Headmistress will question me about it and I won’t be able to lie to her so I’ll have to admit that you have been helping me with my coursework and I just know that I’ll be put down for punishment tomorrow afternoon’ Jackie replies with even more tears streaming down her cheeks. I spent the morning nervously wondering how Jackie was getting on and then at lunchtime I was called to see my own Headmistress. When I turned up at the office I saw two other ladies with the Headmistress and I didn’t recognise them from the school so I was confused and a little scared.

‘I have been informed that you have been involved with a major breach of the rules by a girl at The Academy and these two ladies have requested my permission to ask you to accompany them to The Academy so that you can answer for that breach. I do not have the full details but they assure me that you will know what this is in connection with’ my Headmistress says and I know then that Jackie has been found out.

‘Yes Headmistress I know what this is in connection with’ I answer.

‘Well tell me boy so that I can decide whether to allow this request or not’ my Headmistress says sharply.

‘I have been going out with a girl from The Academy for the past year and I have been helping her with her coursework and also helping to prepare for the mock exams’ I say hopefully not contradicting anything that Jackie has said and dropping her even further into the mire because the two staff from The Academy will have noted my every word.

‘Well in that case I will accept this request since as a former pupil of The Academy I know that relationships of this nature are strictly forbidden. Therefore are you prepared to accompany these two ladies to The Academy?’ my Headmistress asks.

‘Yes I am prepared to accompany these two ladies to The Academy’ I answer knowing that I couldn’t leave Jackie to face this situation alone. I am led away by the two women to a car that drives the short distance to The Academy. It is a journey that is taken in total silence and I am led along a long, forbidding corridor to the Headmistress’ office. Jackie is standing outside of this office with her hands on her head and tears occasionally running down her cheeks. As she sees me another set of tears stream down her cheeks but she doesn’t say anything to me as we are left alone in the corridor. Even though I knew it could get us both into more trouble I used my fingers to stroke away the tears from Jackie’s cheeks and she tried to give me a smile at this. A few minutes later the door to the office opened again and the two women who had brought me to The Academy led me into the office and I found myself facing Jackie’s Headmistress.

‘Miss Davies has already admitted to me that she has been in a relationship with you for the past year and that you have been providing her with a lot of help in her coursework assignments no doubt in return for sexual favours’ Jackie’s Headmistress says with a steely voice and a stern look on her face.

‘Yes it is true that I have been in a relationship with Miss Davies and that I have been helping her with her coursework assignments but it is simply not true that this has been in return for sexual favours Ma’am’ I say seeing no point in denying the allegations but I certainly would deny that I was motivated by getting sexual favours from Jackie as it was simply not true. In any case Jackie’s Headmistress would have heard that I’d admitted the offences to my own Headmistress.

‘Regardless of your motivations Miss Davies has told me that you are well aware that both of these things are against the rules of The Academy so you have been deliberately exposing Miss Davies to the risk of being caught. Now as you will be aware I have no authority over you but since you have come here voluntarily then you appear to be willing to take your share of the responsibility and accept the resulting punishment. For the avoidance of any doubt the punishment will be corporal in nature and it will be administered in front of the rest of the school this afternoon’ Jackie’s Headmistress says.

‘Yes I accept my share of the responsibility for these offences and despite what Miss Davies may have said earlier mine is the larger share as it was me that asked her to go out with me and it was me who saw how much she was struggling to meet the academic targets that she had been set so I voluntarily offered my assistance. I will accept my punishment for these offences and Miss Davies has told me how such punishments are carried out’ I answer calmly although my nerves were in tatters at this moment. Jackie is brought back into the room and brought to a stand next to me in front of the desk.

‘In view of the seriousness of these offences you shall both be punished this afternoon in the punishment assembly in front of the entire school. Miss Davies you will receive twelve strokes of the tawse for the offence of cheating and twelve strokes of the cane for having a boyfriend. Mr Smith you will receive twenty four strokes of the tawse and twenty four strokes of the cane for initiating both of these offences’ Jackie’s Headmistress announces. Jackie looks across at me as she hears my sentence and the reasons for it. While she couldn’t say anything at the moment she didn’t forget and thanked me later in the day. We were both led out of the office and taken to the Matron who had responsibility for overseeing the preparations for the punishment. We were both stripped completely naked after entering the medical room and after a short medical we were given punishment gowns to wear. These gowns were white cotton affairs that tied at four points down the back to preserve the modesty of the person wearing the gown while allowing the bottom to be fully bared for its punishment. Jackie’s gown went down to her knees but because of my height mine barely reached my mid thigh.

At 3pm we were led into the Assembly Hall and already there is a buzz of excitement, which Jackie told me was normal later in the evening, and as soon as the first row of girls saw that I was a boy this grew to a clamour because they realised that Jackie must have been involved with me in a relationship. We are led up onto the stage and have to face the audience which is really embarrassing for both of us and I know that my cheeks are blushing bright red. This embarrassment was about to become utter humiliation.

‘Miss Davies has been having a sexual relationship with this boy in direct contravention of the school rules and she has also been getting him to help her with her coursework. For his part the boy has admitted that he initiated both of the offences and at least he has had the common decency to admit this and accept his punishment’ Jackie’s Headmistress announces to the audience and there is another buzz as they realise exactly what was said but the cold stare from the Headmistress quickly brings a hush to the audience, ‘Miss Davies will receive a total of twenty four strokes while the boy will receive a total of forty eight strokes. I suggest that each and every one of you pays very close attention to the consequences of such flagrant disregard for the rules of the school because if any of you is foolish enough to do anything similar then their punishment will be much worse’ she concludes to utter silence because I have no doubt that there are others in relationships who have been fortunate enough not to get caught.

Jackie is bent over the block first and two teachers step forward to take hold of her hands and a leather strap is fastened over her the back of her calves to keep them in place. It is Jackie’s bottom that is facing the audience and the ties on her gown are undone to reveal its perfect whiteness to everyone including me. I can see the occasional trembles that are running through the bottom and then I see her Headmistress taking up the tawse from the lectern at the front of the stage. It looks to be a copy of my own Headmistress’ worst tawse and as she was carrying it across to Jackie it barely bent in her hands indicating just how stiff it was. With a full swing of her arm the Headmistress brings the tawse down onto Jackie’s bottom and it is followed by a sharp cry from Jackie. Ten seconds later the second stroke is upon her and there is another cry. Both strokes have left broad red bands on the white skin and very quickly there are no patches of white left as the redness spreads and the strokes cover each part of the bottom with unerring accuracy. Within a couple of minutes the whole tawsing has been completed and Jackie is helped to her feet and put into my position with her bottom facing the audience. I look across at her before I am led over to the block and can see the tears coursing down her cheeks.

I feel the warmth from Jackie’s body as I am placed over the block and am similarly held down by two teachers and the leather strap. As my bottom is bared there is a murmur from the audience as it is may be the first time many of them have seen a boy’s bare bottom and because of the amount of rugby I play it is very tight and toned. This hardness makes the first stroke of the tawse almost bounce off of it but Jackie’s Headmistress knows what she is doing and makes sure the second stroke is even harder and when it makes contact she keeps her arm going forward so that it does push into the target. I have been surprised by how hard the punishment is and am soon responding to each stroke with a grunt and can imagine that my bottom is now as red as Jackie’s was. At the end of the tawsing there are a few tears at the corners of my eyes but I’m not released as Jackie was because my caning is going to take place first.

I can hear the Headmistress walking across the stage and then hear her walking back to me. I look across at her and see the cane in her hands and it is frightening so I look away quickly. I hear the cane being swished through the air and it heralds the first stroke which lands into my bottom with a sharp crack. The sting was phenomenal and I let out a sharp yelp as it seemed to get worse as the seconds passed. About ten seconds later the second one arrived and again I yelped as it bit deep into my bottom. It felt like a red hot poker had been drawn across my bottom and this feeling only grew as the strokes continued to rain down on me. I quickly lost track of how many strokes I’d received because all I could think of was the pain that was flowing through my bottom so it was almost a surprise when I felt the teachers letting go of my hands and the Headmistress unbuckled the leather strap over my legs.

I was helped to my feet and this was very painful as each movement of the muscles seemed to reignite the sting in my bottom which felt like it was two or three times its normal size. I was put back into position with my bottom facing the audience which in a way I was glad of because it meant they couldn’t see the tears which were slowly rolling down my cheeks. Jackie is taken back to the block and I felt really sorry for her because I imagined that the break between the punishments will make the first stroke of the cane even worse. Her cry as it landed certainly seemed to support this theory as it was really sharp and I’d also seen her tossing her head back. Whereas I’d watched the tawsing I couldn’t bring myself to watch Jackie’s caning as her cries were painful enough to hear so I didn’t want to see the damage that was being done to her bottom.

At last there were no more cracks of the cane and I cast a glance over at Jackie’s bottom wishing that I hadn’t because there are twelve darker red lines painted across the sea of red from the tawse. It looked very painful and I could see that Jackie was just as unsteady on her feet as I had been when she was released from the block. We were walked down off of the stage and brought to a halt in front of it with our bottoms still on display.

‘As I said previously I would advise each and every one of you to take a close look at the consequences of breaking the rules in such a blatant fashion’ Jackie’s Headmistress says as the rest of the school is filing out of the Assembly Hall past us. There are some mumbled comments as people pass us but we can’t hear them properly so whether the teachers heard them and ignored them or didn’t hear them at all I don’t know but they certainly didn’t take any action. Once everyone has filed past us we are led away by the Matron who takes us back to the medical room where she rubs some antiseptic solution over our bottoms and then instructs us to get dressed. Jackie is held back by the Matron while I am led back to her Headmistress’ office.

‘Thank you for coming to the school and taking your punishment with me and thank you for taking most of the responsibility’ Jackie says as we are walking home.

‘As soon as I was called to my own Headmistress and was told why there was no way that I was going to abandon you to your fate and I hoped that taking the main responsibility it would give you a lesser punishment although I’m not sure whether it worked or not. You mean the world to me and your Headmistress told me not to abandon you completely and I have no intention of doing so. She told me that so long as nothing brings the relationship to her attention then she will turn a blind eye to it so we just have to be careful for the next few months if you are still prepared to take the risk with me’ I say to Jackie.

‘I’m definitely still prepared to take the risk with you and funnily enough the Matron said basically the same thing to me although she also said that you are a good catch and I should keep hold of you which is definitely what I’m going to do’ Jackie says taking hold of my hand and walking like that all the way home.

Role reversal

Fiona and I have been very happily married for a few years having originally been introduced to each other by a mutual friend in the SM scene who thought that we would make wonderful play partners at one of her regular private parties. At that initial meeting we had played out a very gentle and sensual spanking scene which went down very well with the audience who watched it and left both of us keen to play again and to play a bit harder but neither of us wanted it to be that evening. This was largely because Fiona wanted to check me out and I fully understood and respected her decision helping her by giving her the details of people I’ve played with in the past who would be able to talk to her and there were a number of women at the party who fell into this category. I gave Fiona my contact details and she went off to talk to some people and I didn’t mind if it was about me or not. A couple of days later I got an email from Fiona and she said that she would like to meet me again but purely on a social level to begin with and I was more than happy to take things at her pace.

I called Fiona that evening and we agreed to meet up for coffee on the Saturday afternoon in town and right from the start of the meeting there was an easiness about our interaction and we never discussed our scene interests once in the three hours that we were sharing coffee which suggested to me that there could also be a really good non-scene relationship between us as we are both single. We parted with me promising to call Fiona and I did that the following afternoon when we agreed to meet up for dinner on Friday night so I booked us a table at a lovely little restaurant that I knew well from entertaining clients there. As I’d hoped the dinner went just as well as the coffee had and Fiona invited me back to her house for coffee at the end of the night and this was the first time that we discussed our scene interests. As we were talking I could see why Sarah had thought we would make good play partners as there was a lot of compatibility in our interests and Fiona told me the things that she definitely wouldn’t do and none of these were things I would have done anyway.

‘You should come round to my place next week to see all of my equipment and the space I play in Fiona. This is still by way of introduction and there is no expectation on my part that you will submit to me at this time’ I say as I’m about to leave for the night.

‘That would be lovely Ken. Shall we say Tuesday night at 7.30pm and thank you for the reassurance that you are not expecting me to submit at this time it is appreciated but if we both feel comfortable then I would like to submit to you’ Fiona answers before we part with a kiss to each cheek followed by a lingering kiss on the lips.

My normal play space is the large back room in my house which I have turned into a fully equipped chamber but I can also use the office that I have created for working at home and the luxurious spare bedroom if I want as well. My house also has a large and secluded back garden which leads into a conservatory and then into the lounge. All of this means that I have a lot of flexibility in doing what I want to do with my submissives and it is clear that Fiona has talked to some of the people I have played with in the past because when she comes round to look at the space she talks about specific pieces of equipment that they have experienced in the house. Fiona is very impressed with the spaces and equipment that she sees and instead of playing together we end up sharing dinner in the kitchen and talking about some of the things that we both enjoy both in the scene and out of it. One of my non-scene interests is cooking and Fiona compliments me on these interests at the end of dinner. Fiona loves the idea of being controlled socially and sexually with a fear and love of public exhibitionism so I decide that this is the first thing we will play with and it will be on a trip to the theatre later in the week.

I have instructed Fiona not to wear any underwear under her outfit for the night and as the lights go down in the theatre I conduct an intimate examination of her body with my hands to ensure that she has complied with my instructions. It was very pleasing to discover under the blouse that there was no bra in place and also no knickers under her skirt which had a lovely side split allowing me to get easy access to her body. We are sitting towards the back of the theatre and it is not full but there are enough people in to give Fiona the thought that people might see her.

‘Undo the top four buttons of your blouse’ I whisper in Fiona’s ear and she obeys without any hesitation revealing a tantalising glimpse of her small, firm breasts with their bullet like nipples to anyone who can see in the dark from the stalls above and to the side of us. I leave Fiona like this for the first half of the play and the intermission knowing that she looked just a touch on the sluttish side of sexy. During the second half of the play I took out the small and gentle nipple clamps that I’d brought with me and fitted one to each nipple hearing the small intake of breath from Fiona as each bit closed.

‘You will now button up your blouse Fiona but leave the top two buttons undone’ which tightened the blouse over her breasts and took her back to looking devilishly sexy but not sluttish. While the hardness of her nipples was obvious the clamps are virtually invisible so I leave them on for the remainder of the play and also when we are walking to the pub for a drink after the theatre. I have deliberately selected quite a quiet pub and we are sat in a private corner at the back of the bar. I took a long jewellery box from an inside pocket of my suit jacket and placed it on the table in front of Fiona.

‘You will not open this box until I tell you to do so’ I order Fiona before going to the bar to get us our drinks. I knew Fiona was desperate to see inside the box and as I was at the bar I could see in the mirror at the bar that she had picked it up and was looking at the outside of the box but she didn’t actually open the box which pleased me. I took back the glass of red wine for Fiona and orange juice for myself as I was driving.

‘Fiona you may now remove the nipple clamps’ I said and could see the disappointment on her face at the fact that I wasn’t yet allowing her to open the box. I was sitting directly in front of Fiona so no-one was likely to see her opening a further button of her blouse and reaching inside it to release the clamps giving another sigh as she did so.

‘You will now go to the bathroom and apply these clamps to your pussy’ I instruct knowing that this was something which really turned Fiona on for short periods and it would be short because I was intending to leave once she had finished her glass of wine because I have other plans for her this evening. Again the frustration at not being allowed to see in the box was evident on Fiona’s face but she was doing very well not to say anything about it. Fiona was gone from the table for over ten minutes and has a very flushed appearance when she returns so I can guess what it is she has been up to.

‘Have you been playing with yourself you naughty little girl?’ I ask when she returns and the blush and drop of the head gives me the answer.

‘Yes Sir I have been playing with myself’ Fiona answers sheepishly which doesn’t surprise me in the least as she has been horny all night.

‘You will be spanked for that when we get back home’ I say sternly, ‘you may now open the box that is on the table Fiona’ I finish and she is very eager. I watched the smile spread across Fiona’s face when she saw the contents of the box as inside was a black leather choker covered with a deep layer of sumptuous black velvet for comfort and hanging down from the front is a large piece of black onyx carved into the letter S and outlined by a diamond crust. It is a piece of jewellery that one of my friends had made for me a number of years ago in payment for doing all of the photography for her wedding and website, a pleasure that I still do for her.

‘This is a present from me to you my darling slave’ I say because that is what it is rather than being a collar for Fiona to remember me by when we are not together.

‘It is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you Sir I will wear it with great pride’ Fiona says and she leans over the table to give me a kiss which I return. When I break off the kiss I have Fiona stand up and move behind her so that I can take the choker and fasten it around her neck so that it sits snugly but not too tightly with the stone hanging straight down her chest and standing out perfectly against the perfect white skin. I noticed that the choker still had a wider fitting so it could be fitted lower around Fiona’s neck and would thus be hidden underneath a blouse if she wished to keep it hidden under her work clothes but I had the sense that she might wish to display it more openly and answer any questions that it raised from her colleagues. Taking Fiona by the hand I led her out of the pub and back to my car hearing some interesting metallic clinking sounds as she is walking. It is a late autumn evening so the night sky is dark when we reach the car and before we get into it I instruct Fiona to open her blouse completely and sit in the front seat. There is not a murmur of complaint from Fiona as she complies with my instruction and then I tell her to open the glove box which she does noticing the little vibrator which I placed in there earlier in the evening.

‘Now Fiona you have a choice. You can remove the clamps from your pussy and play with yourself all the way back to my house or you can leave the clamps in place and keep your legs closed’ I say not really knowing which option she would take but it will be interesting to see for future reference. With her feet up on the dashboard Fiona removes the clamps with a deep sigh of pain and pleasure before immediately picking up the vibrator and playing with herself. This gave me a good guide to her tolerance to the clamps as they’d been on her pussy lips for about thirty minutes. All of the way back to the house Fiona played with herself not stopping even when we are stopped at traffic lights and she has experienced numerous climaxes by the time the thirty minute journey is complete and this time I haven’t done anything to control her orgasms but in future I probably will because I know it is something that she will enjoy. Although it is late autumn it is a very mild evening so when we get back to my house we enter through the back garden which gives me the opportunity to have Fiona enter the house naked and accordingly I instruct her to remove her skirt and blouse handing them to me and I take them in for her.

‘May I have permission to use the bathroom Sir?’ Fiona asks when we enter the house and I grant her this permission but go with her to watch her as she has told me that she finds it very exciting and humiliating to have to use the toilet in front of anyone and I am keen that she is excited and a little bit of humiliation will not go amiss either and so that I can get a better view I instruct her to stand with one foot on either side of the bath and piss in it instead of in the toilet. I help Fiona into position and support her in it watching the deep blush coming to her face as she sees me watching so closely but eventually the need to pee overcame her embarrassment and it started to flow from her. When it was down to a few drips I used the fingers of my right hand to play with her while my left arm was around her waist holding her in position. Her climax followed very quickly and I ran my piss and cum covered fingers lightly around her breasts making the nipples even stiffer. I placed my right arm around the front of her waist and lifted Fiona from the bath and placed her down on the bathroom floor facing the mirror and she was looking at the choker and started to play with it.

‘It really is gorgeous Sir. Thank you do I have your permission to wear it openly at work or do you want me to keep it hidden?’ Fiona asks quietly.

‘You have my permission to wear it openly and to answer any resulting questions in whatever manner you think is appropriate for the people asking the questions. I also have no problems if you want to name me to those colleagues’ I answer knowing that Fiona will know her own situation far better than I do and will thus know what is appropriate and what isn’t. This was the first night we actually slept together and it was a wonderful night and I woke the following morning to see that Fiona was already awake and has a broad grin on her face.

‘What are you thinking about?’ I ask.

‘I am thinking about the reaction I am going to get at work when people see this choker around my neck because I am going to display it openly whenever I can but only two people will know the true significance of the S and that is you and me. Everyone else will be told or will assume that it is just a gorgeous piece of jewellery which it certainly is’ Fiona answers

Our scene and non-scene relationships blossomed very quickly into really special bonds and they intertwined themselves to such an extent that we could slip in and out of roles almost telepathically because although there is always a dynamic between us we don’t take up the D/S roles 24/7. After a wonderful year of exploration we decide that it is time to put both of the relationships on a more formal footing and first of all we cover the non-scene side by getting married in a lovely ceremony with some of our scene friends in attendance as well. Sarah had seen the strengthening of our relationships as we still regularly attended her parties and she was delighted for both of us and as a thank you to her in particular we agreed to do a special scene at the next party.

I’ve been nurturing Fiona’s exhibitionist side throughout our relationship and for this session I have her strip off from an exquisite ball gown down to nothing but her choker and she puts on a real show for everyone. When she is naked we have decided that she will begin by undertaking a bit of boot worship but instead of using her tongue she gives a demonstration of her bulling technique on my dress shoes. All the time she is doing this she is sitting contentedly at my feet and regularly looking up into my eyes and when she has finished with the shoes I help her to her feet and pull her into me with her back against my chest. From my cummerbund I pull out a set of Fiona’s favourite nipple clamps which can be evil or gentle depending on where the tight rubber straps are fitted. I brought Fiona’s nipples out to their fullest before applying the clamps and decided to go with just a moderate level of severity for the demonstration but I could feel the stiffening of her body as I tightened them up to where I wanted.

With my hand gently on Fiona’s shoulders I turned her round to face me and the look on her face spoke volumes about the pleasure that she was feeling at this and we had agreed that the centre piece of the display would be a caning since Fiona absolutely adored the cane and took it really hard. I gave her a deep kiss while toying with her nipples and then as I broke off from her I whispered ‘36’ in her ear and she knew exactly what the comment made and gave a gulp because it would be her biggest caning in public although she had taken lots more in private and Fiona is always a little nervous before it starts wondering whether she can take it or not. I was going to do everything that I could to make sure that she could take this caning as I know she would be so disappointed if she couldn’t. I let Fiona walk over to the central whipping bench herself and standing beside it she waited for me to join her. I followed Fiona a few moments later and helped her into position on the bench securing her tightly in all of the restraining straps before picking up the cane that I’d left by this bench earlier which was one of our favourites. Fiona kissed the cane with real delicacy and I tapped her bottom a few times with it before delivering the first stroke. It landed with an impressive crack right across the centre of Fiona’s bottom leaving an immediate impression on her flawless skin. I spaced out the first few strokes knowing that these would be the ones that Fiona found the toughest and her reactions demonstrated this but almost certainly none of the audience would have seen them as they are imperceptible unless you know what you are looking for. After this I used a varying tempo but made sure that each stroke could be counted on Fiona’s bum as I didn’t cross any of them but they did become harder until the final half dozen were at my absolute hardest. A deep sigh came from Fiona after each of these and then at the end Sarah stepped forward to examine Fiona’s bottom and she was very impressed with what she saw and I allowed her the pleasure of applying the soothing cream to Fiona’s bottom as I was releasing her bonds and removing the nipple clamps.

Fiona’s face had an even more lost look on it and just like on the first night I knew that we wouldn’t be playing anymore that evening but we remained at the party and lots of people came over and talked to us about the demonstration which had impressed everyone and Fiona received lots of compliments on her service and how well she’d taken the punishment which I know she loved although she tried very hard not to show it.

At future parties I became increasingly aware that Fiona was starting to be interested in switching and taking on a dominant role and I knew that she would be good at it but she wasn’t so sure herself. I could also tell that she was keen to switch with me but was worried of telling me this but she shouldn’t be as I would be keen to switch with her as I do have a submissive element in my personality. To give Fiona the confidence that she could take the dominant role successfully I approached one of the subs that I’d used to play with regularly at one of Sarah’s parties. Our play had been centred exclusively on corporal punishment and this was what made Fiona most nervous. I spoke to Becky about the prospect of me giving Fiona tuition in the art of applying corporal punishment she was very keen to offer herself up as the subject.

‘Fiona I’ve seen in recent times an interest in switching within you but that you are not sure if you could do it or not and giving corporal punishment is something that you are particularly interested in but which also makes you nervous. I know that you would be very good as a Dominant and am sure that you will be brilliant at giving corporal punishment. You saw me speaking to Becky earlier and you will know that Becky was a former play partner of mine so you are probably wondering what that conversation was about. I was speaking to Becky about giving you tuition in corporal punishment and Becky is very keen to offer herself up as the subject for the lesson. I am not going to order you to do it because it is something you have to want to do but if it is something you want to do then I am more than happy to teach you’ I say to Fiona.

‘You really do know me very well don’t you Ken because I thought that I’d been keeping these desires pretty well hidden. You will probably also have realised then that I would be keen to switch with you as well and have been hiding that as well. To answer your question though yes I would love to learn how to give corporal punishment and would be delighted if you could teach me how to do it and Becky would be a lovely subject to work on’ Fiona replies with a nervous grin.

‘Yes I am aware that you would be keen to switch with me and you can probably see the element of submissiveness that I have within my personality so I would be happy for you to reverse the roles in the future if you wish’ I reply before giving Fiona a kiss and leading her over to Becky. A broad grin spread across Becky’s face as she saw us approaching.

‘So Ken I take it that Fiona is keen to learn how to give corporal punishment then?’ Becky asks sweetly.

‘Yes she is and she is delighted that you have offered yourself up to her as a willing victim’ I respond before introducing them to each other properly and letting them chat for a few minutes so that they get to know each other a bit. As they are chatting I notice that one of the quieter punishment benches has just recently been vacated and I lead the two of them over to it along with the variety of punishment implements I’d brought with me this evening. It is some time since Becky and I have last played together and I lay out all of the implements on the top of the bench for her to see and suggest to her that she removes any that she really does not want to feel and was not surprised to see the wooden paddle being consigned back to the bag because it is something Becky had always found difficult when we were playing together but everything else she left alone which meant that Fiona would get a wide range of experience.

It is some time since Becky and I had last played together but I remembered that she always loved to start her punishments with a warm-up hand spanking and this was what I did by having her bend over the bench. I started off gently but built up the weight as Becky’s bottom turned a light shade of pink.

‘That feels so good Ken it’s a long time since I’ve had a spanking like this. You know exactly how to build the weight perfectly. If only my last Master had been so good we would have still been together but he was never really into corporal punishment so didn’t have the feeling that you did. I can speak freely can’t I Ken?’ Becky says timidly at the end.

‘Well it’s a little late if you can’t speak freely Becky but yes you can speak freely throughout this punishment as I’m not punishing you for anything and thank you for the compliment. I’m sorry to hear that it didn’t work out with your last Master which probably explains why you are back at this party as he didn’t really like the public scene did he?’ I respond.

‘No he didn’t really like the public scene and he certainly didn’t want me playing in public and as you know being punished in public is probably my biggest turn-on. Thank you for allowing me to speak freely I will use this to guide Fiona when she gets the chance to punish me’ Becky says and I know that she will do this perfectly and decide that it is time for Fiona to join the action beckoning her in from behind Becky and after a couple of simultaneous smacks from both of us I withdraw and let Fiona carry on. I watch closely and am very pleased with what I see from Fiona as she shows no hesitancy in the spanking and continues with the tempo that I’d been using. From the way Becky’s bottom is reacting the weight of the spanking is also similar to what I would be delivering. Indeed it appears that Becky isn’t aware that it’s now Fiona that is spanking her because she gives me a surprised look when I move round to the front of the bench to check that she is okay.

‘Oh I didn’t realise that it was now Fiona spanking me because it feels just like you’ Becky says ‘are you sure that this is the first time that Fiona has spanked someone’ she continues.

‘Yes it is the first time that I’ve spanked someone Becky’ Fiona answers.

‘Well in that case I can only say that you are excellent at it’ Becky returns.

‘Thank you very much’ Fiona says as she is continuing to smack Becky.

‘Are you okay to continue or would you rather stop for the night?’ I ask Becky having guessed that if it was a long time since she’d been spanked then her bottom could be quite tender and not ready for a full range of implements.

‘No I would love to continue as I’ve been thinking of being punished for a long time and when I saw you here tonight I almost came over and asked you to punish me without revealing that it was a while since it had happened, although you might have worked it out from my reactions, so this is delightful and I’ve always wanted to help others learn how to give corporal punishment’ Becky answers delightfully.

‘Okay we will carry on but will operate with the yellow and red system for ease off and stop completely. We will use the leather paddle, strap, three-tailed tawse, and a light stingy cane before finishing off with a heavier more thuddy cane. I shall deliver twelve with each followed by the same number from Fiona and then Becky you can indicate if you want any more from Fiona or me with any particular implement’ I explain before helping Becky into position on the horse. Becky settles herself over the horse and I admire her glorious red bottom for a second or two before starting the paddling giving Fiona guidance on different aspects with each stroke and then watching closely to see how Becky is reacting. As each implement passed I became more and more impressed with Fiona as she was showing herself to be a complete natural with each of them even the canes which I think were what scared her the most. Becky’s comments throughout were very supportive and encouraging and worked wonders for Fiona’s confidence and even the rather well marked state of Becky’s bum by the end of the punishment didn’t deter her.

‘Fiona that was excellent and I would be very happy to let you practice some more on me in the future but if you don’t mind what I want to finish off tonight with is a very hard twelve strokes with that heavy cane from Ken’ Becky says while looking appealingly over her shoulder at me.

‘It would be my pleasure to give you this Becky and to give you my permission to play in future with Fiona with or without me present’ I answer before taking the cane from Fiona as she hands it to me and steps back to watch. This will be the first time Fiona has seen me delivering this sort of punishment but she has felt it on a number of occasions and I now sense that she would be prepared to, and capable of, giving it back to me which I would really like. Before starting Becky’s punishment I go round the bench fitting the leather straps around her calves, thighs and wrists before finishing off with the one around her back because I didn’t want her moving during the punishment. When I’d done this I walked to her front with the cane in my hands and squatted down in front of Becky.

‘Are you ready for this Becky?’ I asked

‘Yes Sir I am ready’ Becky answers quietly before settling her head down to wait for the first searing stroke. I tap the cane across the centre of Becky’s bottom a couple of times before delivering the first of twelve of my very best strokes. I watch the cane compress Becky’s cheeks and wrap round the edges as I push it into the target. A yelp comes from Becky and as I prepare to give her the second stroke I notice that a few others have joined Fiona in watching the spectacle. A vivid red welt has been left along the line of the first stroke and I give Becky the second stroke about ten seconds after the first one and a little below it. This red line is perfectly parallel to the first one and is followed by a sharper yelp. As I continue with the caning each of the welts continues to darken and by the time I was nearly finished there were a few small cuts on Becky’s bottom and she was really crying out with each stroke but they were all lined up parallel to each other. I knew what Becky would be expecting from the final stroke having played with her previously and I could see her gripping the sides of the bench tightly but trying to keep her bottom perfectly relaxed. I confirmed for Becky what I was going to do when I rested the cane across her bottom on a diagonal over the previous eleven welts.

‘Yes please’ I heard very quietly from the other end of the bench and just as she had finished the words I unleashed the stroke drawing a loud scream from Becky and then her whole body seemed to subside into the bench. Fiona had a dreamy look on her face and I had her go down one side of the bench releasing Becky’s bonds while I did the other side and we both ended up by Becky’s tear stained face and the tears were still flowing. We both placed a kiss on Becky’s cheek and I asked her if she wanted any soothing salve applied to her bottom but she shook her head.

‘No I want to savour the pain for a while. Thank you both that was a truly wonderful experience’ Becky whispers.

‘It was amazing to watch Becky and I am about to ask Ken to give me the same caning’ Fiona said looking across at me.

‘It was a pleasure caning you Becky. You took it brilliantly just like you always used to and if you do not find a suitable person to punish you in the near future then you are welcome to contact us and we will be delighted to oblige. As for your request Fiona you will prepare yourself and take up the position over this bench just as soon as Becky feels comfortable enough to stand up from it’ I answer noticing the look of pleasure on Fiona’s face.

‘Thank you I may well be in contact with both of you for more’ Becky says as she takes a minute or two to recover before standing up from the bench and within seconds Fiona has taken her place over it with her bottom stripped bare. Because this was a caning from completely cold the marks stood out even more vividly on Fiona’s bottom and were an even deeper shade of red but she took it like an absolute dream thanking me at the end with a kiss on the back of my caning hand and then a kiss on each cheek before I pulled her in for a proper kiss. Over the next couple of weeks I let Fiona practice her corporal punishment on me and as she got more and more confidence in herself I decided that it was time to let her have a whole weekend as my Mistress.

‘Fiona from when I get home from work on Friday evening until Sunday evening you will be taking the role of my Mistress and I will be yours to command entirely as you wish’ I say one Monday morning and see a look of delight and fear crossing Fiona’s face.

‘Is that not a little too long for a first time?’ Fiona asks.

‘You can stop the role at any time if you are not comfortable with it’ I reply.

‘Thank you Ken’ Fiona says and for the rest of that week I can see Fiona thinking about the weekend and looking forward to it but nervous at the same time but I was going to do everything I could to support her in the role. I knew that Fiona’s biggest asset in the role would be her imagination and ingenuity which I’ve tapped into regularly in having her as my slave. All day on the Friday Fiona is emailing and texting with little hints of what she is going to do to me over the weekend and I am getting hornier with each hint. Just before I leave work on the Friday a final email comes through giving me my first set of orders for the weekend.

“You will enter the back garden when you return home and go straight to the picnic table where you will find a bag containing various items. You will strip completely naked before opening the bag and then you will put on all of the items that you find contained in the bag. You will then bend over the table and wait for your Mistress to arrive and take control of you.”

‘Your body, mind and soul are mine this weekend and they are going to entertain me. Your body in particular will entertain my crop tonight!’ was an answer phone message that I received on the drive home and this just made me more excited and confirmed the excitement was there for Fiona as well. Traffic was quite heavy and with each set of traffic lights I was getting more frustrated at the delay in getting home because I really wanted the fun to begin. I entered the back garden and closed the gate spotting the canvas bag sitting in the centre of the table. I walked over to the table and following my order I stripped completely folding my clothes neatly on the table before opening the top of the bag to see what delights Mistress had left for me.

Inside the bag the first thing I saw was a pair of Fiona’s finest silk knickers and then I spotted the leather cuffs with matching collar and a blindfold. I didn’t look at the house but sensed Fiona watching me closely as I put on her knickers first. I was enraptured by how soft and feminine they felt against my skin and then I fixed the collar and cuffs in place before finally putting the blindfold in place. I bent down over the table and held my arms behind my back awaiting the arrival of my Mistress. I heard heels clicking on the patio but then everything went silent and I felt surprisingly vulnerable but very excited. It seemed like a long time before anything else happened but in reality it was probably no more than a minute before I felt the cuffs being clipped together behind me.

‘Well done my precious, obedient slave’ I heard Fiona whispering in my ear as her fingers brushed over the skin of my back. I felt something being clipped to my leash and before anything else I felt a leather gloved hand giving my silk covered bottom half a dozen hard smacks. It had been a leash that was clipped to my collar and with a pull on this Fiona got me to my feet and led me into the house where we went to the lounge.

‘Onto your knees my slave’ Fiona ordered and I did as I was told.

‘I am going to remove your blindfold but you are to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them’ Fiona whispers in my ear. As she removed the blindfold I desperately wanted to open my eyes to get a sight of Fiona as a Mistress but I didn’t want to disobey her at such an early stage because I feared this would put a real dent in her confidence. I kept my eyes shut until I heard Fiona instructing me to open them. Fiona was standing directly in front of me when she gave this order and she was stunning. Her height was accentuated by the knee high stiletto heeled boots she was wearing and the four inch heels meant that she was positively towering over my kneeling figure. Her body was clad in a black PVC dress that clung to her body like a second skin and stopped just above the boots. It shimmered against the light in the room and my eyes continued on their journey up her body to her face which was looking down at me. Fiona’s make up is slightly stronger than normal and her hair has been tied back giving her face a much harder appearance that suits her current role perfectly.

‘Well slave what do you think of your Mistress?’ Fiona asks.

‘Mistress you look absolutely stunning’ was my response and in truth I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen a more attractive sight in my life.

‘Thank you slave, you may now worship my feet and legs’ Fiona continued and I crawled forward and planted a first kiss on the point of her right boot before kissing my way round the whole boot up to her right knee breathing in the delicate fragrance being given off by Fiona’s perfume. I moved onto the left boot and worked my way up to her knee again and when I got there Fiona stepped back and sat down on the sofa. The top of Fiona’s dress was like a corset and it had a quarter cup bra holding up her delicious breasts like a shelf.

‘You may now worship my breasts slave’ Fiona orders and this was a wonderful experience for me and having played with them many times in the reversed roles I know where the sensitive points are and I use this knowledge to take Fiona to the edge of a climax, to judge from her breathing, before she ordered me to stop.

‘Tonight slave you are going to be my personal maid and as you will know maids do not have hairy bodies. Therefore you will strip out of my knickers so that I can remove all of the hair from your body’ Fiona says having led me up to the bathroom with the aid of the lead. With great skill Fiona shaves me completely and to stop any chafing of the skin she rubs in lots of her most expensive moisturiser bringing me to an erection in the process. I was surprised by how soft my skin felt after having been shaved and then Fiona led me through to the bedroom where I saw a complete maids outfit on the bed. Fiona dressed me starting with a pair of stockings that she then attached to a suspender belt and then over that she put on another pair of her silk knickers and finally she put me into the dress which was a little on the small side.

‘You look deliciously tarty my slave. I might have to ravish you later in the night’ Fiona said and then to complete the outfit Fiona put some make up on me. This was something I’d never experienced in any of my previous submissive sessions but I was amazed by how good it felt to be dressed this way. Fiona had a pair of high heeled shoes for me and put them on my feet but when she saw me trying to walk in them she decided that it was going to be too dangerous so she took them off and I spent the rest of the evening going round in my stockings. I was led back to the lounge and Fiona disappeared through to the play room returning with a leather paddle, a cane and a riding crop each of which she laid on the coffee table in easy reach. My first activity was to prepare Fiona a meal, which I generally did anyway, and then to serve it to her which was a new experience for both of us. Each error that I made, whether it was real or a sham, was noted down in a notebook that Fiona kept by her side. After the meal I had to do the dishes before returning to serve Fiona in whatever way she ordered and there was lots of intimate body worship on the agenda. By the end of the evening there were well over one hundred marks on the notebook and I was about to find out what the cost of this was.

‘Slave there are one hundred and twenty marks in this notebook which is a shocking tally. You will pay off each of these marks with a stroke from these implements on your bare bottom and I will split them equally so you will now receive forty strokes with the paddle, cane and crop in that order’ Fiona explained and proceeded to deliver them showing the confidence and skill she had developed in leaving my bottom burning delightfully. I was then taken off to bed and Fiona set about ravishing me just as she had said earlier in the evening but I was deliriously happy with all that had happened and sensed that Fiona was as well although she didn’t say so. Fiona decided that she wanted me as her maid again the following morning but this time she made me dress myself and for each fault in my uniform she gave me six strokes of the paddle and these are even harder than last night. My service to Fiona that morning was much more domestic and started when she instructed me on where to find the list of tasks that she had left for me and it was a very long list. I started at the top of the list and where it was possible I did more than one at the same time because that was the only way that I would get through the whole list but my progress was hampered by the regularity with which Fiona kept calling me through to her for more personal service or to instruct me to bring her more tea. Just before lunchtime Fiona came and inspected my work noting that at least half of the tasks hadn’t even been started yet and for those that had been completed my efforts were not given more than half marks so I was bent over the kitchen table and given a paddling but this time with a wooden paddle. Fiona really excelled herself with this paddle.

‘You will find your outfit for this afternoon in the spare bedroom slave. When you have finished taking the lunchtime dishes to the kitchen and loading them into the dishwasher you will go and get changed before making your way to your office’ Fiona says as we are sitting having our lunch, a lunch that I had thoroughly enjoyed preparing. I did as I was told and found a school uniform hanging on the back of the door into the spare bedroom and I got dressed in it. Fiona was already waiting for me in the office and she had changed into a school uniform as well but she had gold braiding around her sleeve indicating her status as Headgirl of the school.

‘Alas Ken I am having to spend a part of my weekend supervising you in a punishment detention again! You really are an incorrigible troublemaker and this time I am going to see if I can teach you some manners and respect so that I can do whatever I want next Saturday afternoon instead of watching over you’ Fiona says sharply taking on the role of the stern, unbending Headgirl perfectly. It became obvious very quickly that Fiona was going to be playing the role with a mixture of spiteful cruelty, girlish charm and natural authority. I fell under the spell of this authority but sensed that Fiona now had enough confidence that she could handle the challenge of me being utterly disobedient in the role.

After a short while of working on the lines that Fiona had set for me I started to play bored and looked out of the window to begin with and then disobeying every command that Fiona gave me. Eventually Fiona had seen enough of this and called me out to the front of the room where she bared my bottom and put me over the desk.

‘It’s obvious that a teacher has recently seen fit to punish you extensively’ Fiona says with enjoyment in her voice.

‘It wasn’t a fair punishment Headgirl because I had absolutely nothing to do with the graffiti that appeared on the common room wall sometime yesterday’ I responded to see exactly where Fiona wanted to go with this role.

‘Don’t lie to me boy! Everyone in the school knows that it was you that was responsible for the disgusting graffiti. I would advise you against lying to me again boy because if you do I will simply double the punishment you are scheduled to receive and possibly even treble it’ Fiona returns sharply playing the role perfectly. As she was saying this she had picked up one of our heaviest tawses and was playing with it in her hands as if hoping to terrify me into obedience.

‘Eighteen strokes of this tawse on your bare bottom should make you realise that lying to me is not an option to consider and hopefully it might start to make you realise that you have no choice but to obey me because I have all afternoon and evening to punish you if that is what it takes’ was Fiona’s decree. Her first stroke was very hard and caught me by surprise as it was low down on my cheeks and I put my hand back to rub away the sting but Fiona just flicked the tawse down on the back of my hands.

‘Keep your hands on the front of the desk boy and that interruption has earned you a further six strokes’ Fiona said and preceded to deliver them all equally as hard as that first one but I was loving them as this is the level of punishment that really gets me going but Fiona checked with me at the end of the punishment whether I was okay to continue.

‘Absolutely’ was my one word response.

‘You will return to your desk and continue with the lines boy and you may as well leave your trousers and pants here since I am sure that I will have to punish you again’ was Fiona’s hard response having heard that I was fine to continue. I did return bare bottomed to the desk and sat down on the hard wooden chair a little delicately but instead of starting to write the lines I decided to be really naughty. I started to write a story detailing exactly what I would like to do to the Headgirl going into very graphic sexual detail of how I would strip her slowly, tease her mercilessly with my tongue and fingers before fucking her repeatedly over the desk. This fucking would also include her bottom and the story ends with my cum dripping out of both of her holes and these are games that we have played with regularly in our opposite roles. As I am writing I keep looking over at Fiona with a smile on my face and she decides to come over to see what I am up to. Fiona snatches the paper from my desk and starts to read it. As she is reading a look of utter disgust comes to her face and she plays the angry maiden really well. Fiona grabs me by the ear and pulls me out to the front of the room where she pushes me down over the desk and ties my wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk indicating just how severely she is intending to punish me and I struggle against her knots for a couple of seconds which is long enough to find out that they will not yield in the slightest.

‘I am absolutely disgusted that you even know about such behaviour boy never mind that you think I would have any part in such disgusting sex acts. I am going to birch you until you apologise to me regardless of how long this takes. Do you understand me?’ Fiona demands as she is striding over to the collection of implements she has brought into the room including three separate birches.

‘Yes Headgirl I understand’ I answer as she is heading back towards me with a blazing look on her face.

The first birch that Fiona picks up consists of four separate switches of about 36 inches in length and about half an inch thick. They are fitted into a rubber grip at one end and held together at a couple of points along their length by elastic bands but the last foot has room to splay out to a good couple of inches on contact. The other two birches that Fiona has brought in have more switches but each of these are thinner and will be even more stingy when they land but it is the heavy one that she starts with. Fiona’s first stroke is delivered dead centre on my bottom and lands very hard drawing a grunt from me just because of the sheer weight of the hit. Another eleven are delivered with the same weight.

‘Are you going to apologise to me boy?’ Fiona demands and my response is to remain silent so she delivers a further twelve strokes with this birch. With each stroke bits are breaking off of the birch and by the end of this second dozen it is almost completely used up so when I again refuse to apologise Fiona picks up the second birch. This one feels more scratchy than thuddy but it is still a sensation that I really enjoy so again I do not apologise when given the opportunity to do so and Fiona carries on with her efforts. I am very impressed with what I am feeling from Fiona because it is all so accurate and hard. I am feeling sprays of blood landing on my back with many of the strokes which I’ve never had a problem with and the fact that Fiona is continuing just adds to my admiration for her.

‘Are you prepared to apologise to my yet boy?’ Fiona asks after delivering the forty-eighth stroke.

‘Yes Headgirl I am sorry’ I answer.

‘That is not a sincere and genuine apology boy so we will continue’ Fiona barks and she had read me perfectly as it wasn’t a true apology.

‘We will continue with this set until I have destroyed this birch on your sorry bottom and then see if you have an ounce of contrition in your body’ Fiona says as she is starting the birching and I think it got to about thirty lashes before she tossed the birch onto the floor as it too had been destroyed.

‘Are you going to apologise properly this time boy?’ Fiona demanded.

‘Yes Headgirl I am sorry for thinking that you would play any part in fulfilling my dirty sexual fantasies. It was completely unacceptable to think or write about you in this way and it will not happen again’ I say with much greater sincerity in my voice this time.

‘At last I have gotten through to you boy. That is the end of your punishment and the end of your detention. You will complete your lines in your own time and hand them to me by Wednesday of next week’ Fiona says punctuating each word with a hearty smack of her hand into my bottom.

‘That is the last game we are going to play today but I am not going to untie you just yet Ken’ Fiona says softly as she is standing in front of me looking down into my upturned face. The look that I saw on Fiona’s face reminded me of the way she looked after the first few times we’d played together in the opposite roles because she had the same serenity in her eyes and grin on her lips. I was sure that my face would look the same to Fiona because those were the feelings that were floating through my body at that moment in time. Fiona leaves the room for a few minutes letting me savour the sensations in every part of my body and my grin became even broader. When Fiona returns she has our first aid kit and the tub of soothing balm that I use on Fiona after heavy punishments like this. With a very gentle touch Fiona wipes my bum down with the antiseptic wipes and the sting tells me that there are quite a few cuts and then even more gently she massages in the cream taking away this sting but leaving the characteristic hardness which I haven’t felt for a while but always enjoyed. Fiona unties me and then leads me out into the hallway where there is a full length mirror showing me the marks on my bottom and they look absolutely gorgeous. I turn round and give Fiona a big hug after seeing these.

‘Thank you’ I whisper in her ear.

‘Thank you to you as well’ Fiona whispers back before she gives me a kiss on the point of my nose which is generally the signal for both of us that we are going back into our non-scene relationship. We go up to our bedroom and strip out of our outfits and collapse down onto the bed where we cuddle up to each other for a while with lots of gentle kissing, stroking and holding making love eventually when we both regained some energy but it was still very tender and soft. We both got dressed and went down to the lounge where we just sat on the sofa coming down off of the highs that we’d both been on. Fiona had her head resting on my chest as we were doing this and I had one hand round her waist while the other one alternated between stroking her hair and joining the other one round her waist. It got quite late and neither of us could be bothered to cook so we ordered in a Chinese takeaway for the night and sat eating this with a bottle of wine relaxing in each others’ company.

‘I would rather not play the role of your Mistress today Ken if you don’t mind. It has been such a new and intense experience for me that I don’t think I have the energy to carry another day off and I want to let it sink in and appreciate everything that we did. It has been a wonderful experience though, far better than I ever dared imagine’ Fiona said as we were snuggling up together in bed on the Sunday morning.

‘No that’s okay Fiona. I understand exactly what you are saying because I have the same feelings of wanting to savour the experience and let it sink into my mind. It was also a wonderful experience for me and I’m so glad that you enjoyed it’ I answer. I went out for a short time to get the Sunday newspapers and took them back where Fiona and I spent a very lazy day in bed reading the paper something we hadn’t done for a long time and it gave us both a feeling of intimacy and relaxation which helped to settle the rest of the weekend in our minds. On the Monday and Tuesday nights we returned to our more normal roles when we played because I sensed that Fiona really wanted to submit probably testing out whether having had a taste of dominating me that it still existed within her. It certainly did exist because although they were relatively short scenes we played they were very intense and the delicious irony of the Tuesday night was that we played out the naughty story that I’d written about Fiona in the Headgirl role but instead of just being an ordinary pupil when we played I was her boss in the library where the Headgirl worked part-time and was taking advantage of her after she’d offered herself up to me. It almost seemed the case that the dominant experience had strengthened the submission within Fiona and I could relate to that because having submitted again I had a fuller empathy with a submissive mindset.

It was on the Thursday night when we went out for dinner that we chatted properly about the reversed roles and our feelings on them and it was clear that we had both really enjoyed taking on the opposite role and that if anything it had made the opposites even more special for both of us. We agreed that we would both be very happy to do it again and we also agreed that we would work together as a dominant couple if that situation arose as well. I think we were both thinking about Becky as we agreed this as I got the feeling that now Fiona might want to try out a lot of different techniques on Becky and I was fairly sure that this would go down very well with Becky. It became another facet of the understanding between Fiona and me that we both seemed to instinctively know which of us was going to be the dominant partner when we played together without even discussing it. Most of the time it was me but my submissive desires were satisfied regularly enough to stop them from become completely overpowering.