Don’t just look

‘I know that you have been having naughty dreams about the new maid that my parents have employed my dear boyfriend so I thought it would be very kind of me if I introduced you to her properly although I fear it’s not going to be in quite the way you had hoped’ Paula says as she has led Ken into the maids bedroom. Lying on the bed with her head down and bottom raised is the maid in question and her skirt has been thrown clear of her bottom exposing her knickers and a bottom that has been recently caned to judge from the stripes that are decorating it.

‘Don’t just look at her dumbly get down there and kiss the cane weals better and then you can remove her knickers and lick her pussy and bottom and should she not climax under the attention of your tongue then it is you that shall be feeling the sharp bite of my cane’ Paula continues sharply. Ken looks at Paula and sees that she is deadly serious in what she has said so he kneels on the floor at the end of the bed and starts to kiss the red stripes on the pale white skin bringing little moans from the girl. When all of the stripes have been kissed Ken changes to running his tongue along the length of them and this brings a different sort of moan from the girl so Ken reaches up and lowers her knickers. After just one kiss to the lips in front of him Ken is pulled back by Paula.

‘I’m afraid you’ve had your chance to make her climax Ken’  Paula announces pulling Ken out of the room and back to her own bedroom where she strips him down and pushes him down over the end of her bed.

‘I’ll teach you to have naughty thoughts about another girl’ Paula says as she starts to wield the cane on Ken’s bottom.

Private tuition

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘How about 7pm?’ Jessica says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Private justice

I am a freelance investigative journalist and have had work published in a range of magazines and newspapers around the world. During the course of an investigation that I am undertaking I was given details of a private members club in Scotland where ‘justice’ is delivered outside of the formal judicial system. My information indicates that the club is a female only establishment and it is rumoured that the form of punishment used is corporal punishment and that the offenders are made up of people caught by the police for a range of different offences who are given the opportunity of being punished without gaining a criminal record. Although the information had been given to me anonymously I’m sure that the person who had passed the information to me hoped that I would write a piece exposing the club and bringing it down but that wouldn’t be my intention as I have always held a deep personal and professional interest in corporal punishment. I’ve regularly wondered about what it must be like to receive it as a judicial sentence and in the course of investigations in the Middle East I have seen it being applied.

I put the information to one side as I completed my existing investigation and wrote the piece up but once I got the chance to study it I was able to corroborate some of it without too much difficulty which suggested that it might be accurate. I therefore decided that I was going to do a general piece on judicial corporal punishment and not a damaging piece on this particular club however I did want to get to know the workings of this club because of my personal interest in the subject matter. I build up a relationship with one of the women who I have been told is a member of the club and this quickly turns from a social into a sexual relationship during which I subtly hint at my interest in all aspects of corporal punishment. Tamsin doesn’t do anything about these hints for a while and I am not prepared to push them too firmly but after a few months Tamsin tells me that she has a surprise in store for me asking me to be dressed smartly and waiting in my flat for her one Tuesday evening at 7pm.

‘Please place this blindfold on Katherine because I want your surprise to be total’ Tamsin says having turned up at my flat shortly before 7pm looking beautiful as ever in a very smart suit. It is a strange feeling being led to Tamsin’s car and then driven blindfolded but one that I didn’t mind too much and I certainly didn’t do anything to try and remove the blindfold or see round it. Tamsin helped me out of the car and led me into what I presumed was a house or a hotel and it was certainly lovely and warm. Only when we were safely inside did Tamsin step up to me and remove the blindfold and I saw that we were in a very lavishly decorated room. Looking discretely around the room I saw that I was in amongst the cream of Scottish female society and felt somewhat out of place so it was just as well that Tamsin stayed very close to me with her hand clasped tightly in mine. Beauty, wealth and power were all represented in the room and Tamsin, in her late-twenties, appeared to be one of the youngest members while the redoubtable Lady Fairbairn was probably the oldest.

After a short time with some food and drink we all made our way through to another room where Lady Fairbairn took up a position on a raised stage flanked on either side by another member of the group. Apart from this stage the only other furniture in the room was a very well used looking whipping bench set up in the centre of the floor. Without any further delay a very nervous looking young woman was led in from a side door and brought to a halt by two very stern young women who looked like they could well be off duty police officers. The offender was dressed in a very tight pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt and she was carrying a card in front of her which gave details of her offence.

“Drink driver” was what was written on this particular card. All three members of the bench questioned her briefly to ascertain the extent of her offence, guilt already having been established, before pronouncing their sentence against which there would seem to be no possible appeal.

‘Twenty strokes of the cane’ came the announcement and the two escorting women led the girl over to the bench and pulled her shorts down to her knees before bending her over the bench and securing her with the aid of leather straps so that she had absolutely no hope of escape and very little scope for movement throughout her ordeal. One of the escorting officers collected a cane from the side of the bench and it looked frightening to me as it must have been about four feet long and nearly half an inch thick. I was utterly engrossed by the proceedings that were taking place in front of me almost as if I was in some dream world but as soon as the first stroke cracked across the bottom of the offender I was brought back to reality and involuntarily clenched my own cheeks together. It left an immediate red line across the bottom and drew a yelp from the girl and if anything they got harder after this first one and by the half way point the entire surface of the bottom looked very red and sore. At the half way point the cane was passed to the other escorting officer who worked from the opposite side and the cries from the offender were very loud but amazingly blood was not drawn.

I’d continued to clench my cheeks with each stroke as I wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end. In many ways I wanted to find out but in many others the thought of it petrified me. Tamsin seemed to be reading my mind and she kept squeezing my hand. There were another half dozen punishments administered and they were all as severe as the first caning had been but they were not all carried out with the cane as for some a tawse was used and for others a wooden paddle was the implement but in all cases it was the same escorting officers who administered the punishments to both male and female miscreants splitting the punishment evenly between them.

Apart from thinking what would it be like to be punished in this way I wanted to get to talk to any of the offenders as I was sure that it would have been an effective punishment and deterrent which was what I wanted to convey in the article that I was researching but I knew that if I did that then Tamsin would know that I was a journalist and would probably not believe that I wasn’t out to harm the club. Before we left the venue Tamsin blindfolded me again so that I didn’t know where we had been but it also made me feel even more turned on and Tamsin kept the blindfold on as she took me into my flat and straight through to the bedroom. Tamsin was much more dominant with me that night and even gave my bottom a couple of gentle smacks which I really enjoyed as Tamsin would notice from my moans but she didn’t go any further leaving me very frustrated.

Tamsin is a very successful businesswoman and regularly travels to America and Europe as part of her work and on one of her trips she picks up one of the top news magazines in which the cover story is the one that I’d been working on when initially told about the club. It was an article that generated a lot of interest in the media but I didn’t think that it would have held much interest for Tamsin although if she did pick up the magazine then she couldn’t fail to recognise me as my photograph was at the head of the article. Tamsin played it cool on her return from America giving me absolutely no clue that she had read the article and therefore knew my profession so when she blindfolded me and took me to another meeting I didn’t think anything of it. I again watched another set of very severe punishments and it was only at the end of it that I realised that something was wrong because Tamsin led me in front of the bench and announced to everyone that I was a journalist using the article in the magazine as her proof.

From here everything happened so fast that I didn’t get a chance to say anything as Tamsin and a couple of others were soon stripping me completely naked and searching every item of clothing for tape recorders, cameras or notebooks none of which they would find as I didn’t have any with me. From behind me the escorting officers took hold of my arms and marched me over to the bench and very quickly they had me fastened down over it.

‘Twenty four strokes of the cane’ I heard from the bench and I was petrified and couldn’t summon up the voice to say anything. I was more scared now than I’d ever been and that included when doing some difficult undercover investigations. I felt the cane tapping against my bottom and tried to prepare myself for the first stroke but because I’d never been punished in my life before I didn’t know what to expect. Suddenly there was a loud crack as the cane connected with my bottom and the pain was immediate and worse than anything I could remember. As my brain was coming to terms with it the second bolt of lightning hit my bottom and this time I cried out with the pain. Quickly I lost count of the strokes and even when they started to land from the other side I wasn’t really aware of it as the pain was so overwhelming. I felt as if my bottom was being cut to ribbons but from what I’d seen on both visits I was sure that this wasn’t the case. Eventually there were no more explosions on my bottom or in my brain and I just lay over the bench trying to gather some strength and stop the tears from flowing but I could do neither.

I was blindfolded by Tamsin again and led out to her car and I tried to apologise and explain but she told me to be quiet and ignored me so I guessed that I’d lost her friendship as well as everything else. I inspected the damage to my bottom as soon as I was back in my flat and it was covered with dark red stripes and felt incredibly hard and hot to the touch. Something about it turned me on though and I had to play with myself and I knew deep down that I would have to seek out further punishment in the future although possibly not at quite that intensity. Having gone through the experience I now had my own practical experience to relate to the article that I was writing and this provided the spur that I needed to complete the article. I was intending to email the completed article to Tamsin by way of explanation in a couple of days time once she’d had a chance to cool off but in the end it turned out not to be necessary because Tamsin turned up at the front door of my flat one afternoon holding a tawse in her hands.

‘You have been punished for betraying the club but you have not been punished for using and betraying me personally so I am going to rectify that situation now. I want you utterly naked and face down on your bed’ Tamsin says sharply.

‘Before you punish me Tamsin I would like you to read something’ I say before collecting the draft article from my desk in the lounge. Tamsin sat down on the dressing table stool to read the article and as she was reading I was stripping and lying down on the bed facing Tamsin. I watch the look of surprise coming over her face as she is reading.

‘That is the article that I was intending to write not a destructive piece about the club but you didn’t give me the chance to explain last week. I accept though that I should have been honest with you at the start so I guess that I did use you although I hope that you now see that I wasn’t going to betray you’ I say with a mix of hope and fear in my voice.

‘Yes Katherine I can now see that you were not trying to betray me or the club however you have used me so I am still going to punish you and I want a copy of this article and your CV as well’ Tamsin responds and I was actually pleased that she was still going to punish me. I printed off another copy of the article and also my CV for Tamsin before returning to the bedroom where Tamsin had placed my pillows in the centre of the bed and I was instructed to get myself over them.

Although the fifty strokes of the tawse were still hard I imagined that they were not quite as severe as Tamsin had originally intended to give me. They still had a very positive effect on my sex and my brain though because I was incredibly turned on as Tamsin discovered when she placed her mouth to my pussy. She drank up all of my juices and took me through my climax into utter exhaustion. I fell asleep contentedly with Tamsin stroking my bottom and when I eventually woke up Tamsin had left but I felt a lot more settled and contented as it appeared that there might be a hope of resurrecting the relationship with Tamsin.

I had intended to give it a couple of days before making the next move but Tamsin returned to my flat early the following morning and this time she was accompanied by Lady Fairbairn who immediately took charge of the situation. She started by questioning me about how I had come to learn about the club so I told her about the information that I’d received during a previous investigation and explained that even at that time I hadn’t intended to write a damaging piece about the club because of my belief in the validity of corporal punishment as a judicial sentence. Lady Fairbairn asked about the source of the information but even if I had known I would not have given her the information and I think she respected that fact as it shows my honesty and integrity. Her questioning moved onto my body of work and CV generally before tackling my attitudes and aspirations leaving me feeling like I’d been put under a very powerful microscope and pulled apart.

‘Will you be able to get this article published in a quality media outlet?’ Lady Fairbairn asked at the end of the interview.

‘Yes I am sure that I will be able to get the article published in one of the news magazines or a broadsheet newspaper’ I answer confident that it was true given my reputation.

‘You are just the sort of person that we want in our club and we would like to offer you membership with Tamsin as your sponsor’ Lady Fairbairn said.

‘Thank you. It would be a great honour to accept this invitation’ I answer.

You were warned what would happen

Ken is very well known for his calm, laid back demeanour but there is a streak of cheekiness running right through him which he struggles to control at times and this has been with him from his early days at school so he was quite fortunate that by the time he attended school the teachers could not take the cane to his bottom but the same could not be said about his relationship with Ellie who tolerated none of his cheekiness or indeed his laziness academically.

Everyone who knew Ken was quick to comment on how good Ellie was for him although no-one could quite pinpoint what it was that made her so good for Ken but the two of them were very well aware of what it was that Ellie did for Ken. Ellie was an incredibly sexy woman in Ken’s eyes and this gave his self-confidence a boost but more importantly it was the natural dominance that Ellie had which allowed Ken’s submission to flourish. Part of the dominance was asserted in making Ken dedicate himself to his studies through the stick of not being allowed to orally service Ellie and the carrot of being able to drink her golden nectar both of which Ken loved.

Spanking was part of the relationship but it was more used for fun as it was something that Ken enjoyed it too much for it to be called a punishment unless that is Ellie used her cane from cold on Ken which was always a challenge. Ellie was well aware of this and made sure that she kept it as a special punishment. One evening Ellie and Ken were out for a meal and drinks with some friends from university and for some reason the combination of the company and the red wine made Ken very cheeky and he made a couple of comments to the other girls which brought sharp looks from them and a nip on my arm from Ellie.

‘You are skating on very thin ice Ken, if you make one more comment then it will be the cane for you when we get home’ Ellie says after she has taken me outside for a cigarette.

‘Yes Ma’am’ slips out of Ken’s mouth.

‘Oh you are in for it now Ken’ Ellie says taking me back into the pub and I watch her taking the girls who I’d made cheeky comments aside and they all came back with broad grins on their faces and Ellie stroked my cheek gently. As the evening was drifting to a close I could sense the restlessness in Ellie and the other girls the reason for which became obvious when we started to walk home.

‘Your cheeky comments earlier in the evening were uncalled for and then you made one to me so I’m now going to give all of the girls a demonstration of why I am so good for you when we get home and don’t dare say that you weren’t warned about what would happen’ Ellie says loudly as we are taking the short walk home.

‘Bare that bottom Ken’ Ellie commands as soon as we were inside our house.

‘But’

‘No buts Ken you were warned as I said before’ Ellie says and Ken drops his jeans and pants revealing the marks from a previous caning that Ellie had inflicted on him.

‘Girls you have all said that Ken has been much less cheeky since he has been mine and here you will see one of the main reasons for this. These marks on Ken’s bottom come from the cane which is one of the ways I punish him whenever he is cheeky to me and it has a wonderful effect on him as you will see shortly since his comments tonight have earned him a caning. But the main carrot and stick that I use with Ken is a combination of not being allowed to eat my pussy or drink my piss both of which he loves’ Ellie says and Ken is looking at all of the girls who are grinning broadly adding to his humiliation.

‘Bend over Ken so that the girls can see for themselves that you are suitably punished for your cheekiness’ Ellie says and she gives me two dozen hard ones with the cane each of which she counts and brings an intake of breath from the audience particularly as the line continues to darken on the skin.

‘Perhaps the next time Ken you may heed my warning’ Ellie concludes before sending me off to our bedroom.

Admire the view

Ken came home from work one evening and got the shock of his life when he saw Kathryn, his girlfriend, because normally she was still in her suit when he got home but this time she was standing at the top of the stairs in an outfit that could have come from one of Ken’s favourite fantasies. Kathryn was wearing a corset that gave her sleek silhouette an added set of curves and because of the way the light was playing over her body this was perfectly picked out as was the pale quality of her skin. Skin that could be clearly seen on her bottom as it was only covered by a thong and the suspender straps holding up the stockings which disappeared into the thigh-length boots that clung to Kathryn’s legs. These boots had a very high heel but it wasn’t just this that seemed to give Kathryn an extra height as the fact that she’d tied her long mane of hair back and had it hanging down stretched her as well. In her right hand Kathryn was holding a whip with tails that fell almost to the floor.

‘As you are stripping off Ken you should take the opportunity to admire the view because as soon as you crawl up the stairs after me into our bedroom you will be blindfolded’ Kathryn says with her usual sultry voice but Ken thought he could detect a slightly harder edge to her accent.

‘Yes Kathryn’ Ken answers drinking in the sight as he has started to strip out of his suit.

‘Until I tell you otherwise Ken you will address me as Mistress’ Kathryn says and this time there is no disguising the sharper tone in her voice.

‘Yes Mistress’ Ken corrects himself and just saying these words gives him a massive thrill. It doesn’t take long for Ken to undress and he drops to his hands and knees as Kathryn turns so that what he can see is the perfect shape of her bottom walking away from him. Kathryn doesn’t need to look round to see that Ken is following her as she can hear him awkwardly ascending the stairs on his hands and knees and as soon as he reaches the top he crawls to the bedroom where Kathryn is sitting on the stool that is normally at her dressing table. Ken crawls to a spot in front of Kathryn and she beckons him up from his hands but not his knees so that she can easily slip the blindfold around his head. With a hand in Ken’s hair Kathryn leads him to the side of the bed and with a gentle pull she gets him to his feet.

‘Bend forward and put your hands on the bed Ken’ Kathryn whispers in Ken’s ear and he obeys wondering what is going to happen next but he is not left wondering for long as he feels the whip landing on his bottom. Ken shakes his bottom at the sting that has been left on it.

‘Keep still Ken’ Kathryn barks as she carries on flogging Ken’s bottom until he feels like a fire has been lit underneath him but it’s a hugely pleasurable feeling for him. Kathryn rests the whip on Ken’s back before she reaches between his legs and toys with his balls and slightly more ominously with his anus.

‘Your whole body is mine now Ken and that includes your anus and I will have the pleasure of exploring this part of you with a strap-on at some point in the future’ Kathryn whispers as her finger nails are teasing Ken’s cock and at the mention of a strap-on there is a distinct twitch in Ken’s cock.

‘So you like that idea do you my dirty little boy’ Kathryn says, ‘now it’s time for you to get back on your knees and lick my pussy’ Kathryn continues. This is something that Ken has always loved to do but being blindfolded adds a completely different dimension to it as normally he loves to look up and see Kathryn’s body but this time he only had her sounds to listen to and even those were cut off when Kathryn closed her thighs around Ken’s head keeping him in place as his tongue worked on her very wet pussy. Kathryn had always tasted magical but there was something even more amazing about her at the moment. Eventually Kathryn uses her boots on Ken’s shoulders to push him away and he can sense her standing directly in front of him.

‘Well my slave, and I know you are going to be my slave, you are probably wondering what is going on so let me explain. I was searching on your laptop for a picture to use on your birthday card and happened across a folder with images that suggested that you have a fascination with the image of the Dominatrix. Because we’ve never talked about it you wouldn’t know that I love the look as well but not only the look I love to take control and while all of this outfit is new for the occasion I have plenty of experience of dominating my boyfriends but none of them has shown quite the desire you have just shown to be my slave’ Kathryn says.

‘Thank you Mistress’ is all that Ken says in response and Kathryn gives him a kiss.