A review of my wonderful appointment with Miss Hammond

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is not an act of kindness

‘It is time that you learnt that when I tell you not to do something that you do not go ahead and do it anyway Ken’ Clare announces after dinner one evening.

‘What have I done’ Ken answers in a bemused tone in his voice trying to think back through his recent actions for the moment when he disobeyed his wife.

‘If you do not know what you have done then that is a bigger problem for you as you quite clearly have not been listening to me but I am sure that I will have your full attention in a short time. You will go to the bedroom and strip completely before kneeling at the side of the bed’ Clare instructs.

Ken has been in this position before having let Clare take complete control of the relationship and he knows that very shortly he will be being punished for the misdemeanour that he still doesn’t recall. There was no point in Ken arguing because once Clare had decided that punishment was required she would not change her mind and any arguments would only result in a longer and more severe punishment for him so he did as he was told. Clare left Ken waiting in his position for a while before she climbed the stairs and took the heavy leather strap from her wardrobe.

‘Do you know why you are in this position yet Ken?’ Clare asks.

‘No Clare I don’t’ Ken answers.

‘Well in that case the first twelve with this strap will be for disobeying me by continuing to have a coffee every morning when I have told you not to as I am sure that it is contributing to your regular migraines, the second twelve will be for not knowing what your offence was as clearly you have not been listening to me and the final twelve will be to ensure that it does not happen again. Do you understand me Ken?’ Clare demands.

‘Yes I understand but I didn’t think it was an instruction not to drink coffee’ Ken answers.

‘That has just earned you an additional twelve with the strap as you should know by now that everything I say regarding your health and wellbeing is to be taken as an instruction’ Clare answers while resting the strap on Ken’s bottom. The position that he is in allows Clare a full swing of the strap and opens up every part of his bottom to her. A few seconds later the strap is making contact with Ken’s bottom and he feels the heat and sting immediately while the sharp crack echoes around the bedroom. Clare takes a moment or two to admire the darkening red strip on his bottom before delivering the second stroke which is even harder. Ken grasps the duvet tightly and buries his head into it to stop himself from crying out.

After the first few strokes Ken is not surprised by the pain and the urge to cry out has disappeared but Clare can tell that it is still highly effective as his hands continue to grip the duvet tightly and with each stroke his bottom does an incredible dance trying to shake off the pain. Ken has been keeping count of the strokes and is rather surprised when Clare places the strap on the bed beside him and walks out of the bedroom after delivering the thirty-sixth stroke and Ken is hoping that the extra twelve has been forgotten about but this is dispelled when she marches back into the bedroom.

‘This might seem like an act of kindness Ken but I can assure you that it is not and it will ensure that you do not fail to listen to me in the future’ Clare says as she is rubbing some oil into Ken’s bottom which soothes some of the heat and sting but as soon as the next stroke lands he is acutely aware of why it was not an act of kindness.

‘Ouch’ was Ken’s immediate response to the stroke as it was much sharper and more intense.

‘As I said this will ensure that you listen to me properly in future and obey each instruction’ Clare retorts before delivering the second stroke and this is the last comment that is made until the remaining strokes have been delivered.

‘You will remain in this position for 1 hour and then you will come downstairs and apologise to me for your disobedience’ Clare says leaving the strap lying on the bed beside Ken as a stark warning of what will happen should he fail to do as required.

Before the strip search

‘Senior Inspector Wilson, this one has been nothing but trouble since he stepped off the ferry. He arrogantly refused to answer my questions saying that he would only speak to a male Customs Officer. I am sure that he is hiding something and with your permission I would like to take him for the full strip search as if nothing else he requires a lesson in humility’ Inspector Williams says to her colleague pointing through the one way window to Ken who has been cuffed and is sat outside in the corridor.

‘You certainly have my permission Inspector Williams and in fact I will help you as it is such a long time since I’ve heard such nonsense and as you know I can’t stand this sort of arrogance. Between us I’m sure that we will be able to give him a different attitude towards female Customs Officers. Keep him stewing in the corridor for another fifteen minutes while we go and prepare the room’ Senior Inspector Wilson answers much to the delight of her colleague who knows exactly what will happen to Ken.

Ken has no concept of the trouble he has landed himself in with his throwaway comment as that was what it was intended to be after a long trip on the ferry so even though he was cuffed he wasn’t worried just irritated by the long delay in getting to the train so that he could get home after a successful trip.

‘I believe that you said to one of my Inspectors that you would only talk to a male Customs Officer?’ Senior Inspector Wilson says sharply to Ken as she has stepped out to see him.

‘Yes that is correct’ Ken says and was about to say that it was only a joke when he was cut off.

‘Well I am afraid that we are the most senior Customs staff on duty today so it is not possible for you to speak to a male officer but I am sure that there is nothing that you could discuss or show that neither of us has heard or seen before. From a request such as that there is obviously something troubling you and we will now continue this interview in the privacy of an interrogation suite where we will get to the bottom of what you are hiding’.

‘I’m not hiding anything’ Ken tries to say but he is cut off again.

‘I would advise you to keep your silence as you are already in more than enough trouble. Insulting a Customs Officer is a serious enough matter but to do so on the grounds of gender alone is unforgiveable and we will teach you that such chauvinist ideas are not welcome in this country’ Senior Inspector Wilson says sharply as she is marching Ken down the corridor and only now does he have some conception of what he has done and what the likely consequences are going to be for him.

When the door to the room closes Ken’s eyes lock onto the “strip search area” notice and then he sees the first Customs Officer who had talked to him and she was standing there with her hands clasped behind her back and a stern expression on her face.

‘So he affirmed that he would only speak to a male Customs Officer as I said Senior Inspector’ the Inspector said.

‘Yes he did and I have given him some hint of what awaits him but perhaps you would like to show him in some detail how we deal with arrogant males in this country Inspector’ the Senior Inspector says.

‘With pleasure, come here and take a look at what we have for you’ the Inspector says and Ken’s eyes register their horror when he sees the two very heavy leather straps on the table alongside numerous pairs of latex gloves, some lubricant and a large butt plug.

‘I’m sorry to have offended you my comment was meant as a joke’ Ken tries to explain to both officers but it falls on deaf ears.

‘It’s far too late for that and it was a joke in the poorest possible taste and as I explained earlier your questions has raised suspicions that you are hiding something and therefore we are duty bound to conduct a full and thorough search. Before we begin with that though we are going to start the process of tenderising your bottom so bend over that stool’ Senior Inspector Wilson says and Inspector Williams menacingly takes a step forward as if herding Ken towards the stool.

‘Since this is just the start of your worst nightmare we will allow you to retain your trousers and pants for this initial punishment’ Inspector Williams says handing over the tawse to her colleague while she herself retains the long and thick strap.

‘A dozen each to begin with should warm his bottom up nicely as the room is still a little chilly and we wouldn’t want him to catch a cold would we’ Senior Inspector Wilson says sarcastically before delivering the first swipe across Ken’s bottom and it is very quickly followed from the opposite side by one from Inspector Williams. No respite is shown as the strokes rain down very quickly until more than the original allocation had been delivered according to Ken’s own count but he knew that complaining wouldn’t do any good so he kept quiet.

‘Oh you should have complained about the extra there as you’ve just given us complete carte blanche to do exactly what we want to you’ Inspector Williams says before putting her hand into Ken’s hair and pulling him to his feet. Keeping a tight grip on his hair Senior Inspector Wilson starts to remove Ken’s trousers going through the pockets and down all of the seams very thoroughly. These are clear’ Senior Inspector Wilson says with a slightly disappointed tone in her voice. My top half is next to be undressed and all of the clothes are also inspected with a fine toothed comb leaving Ken standing there in just his boxer shorts and shoes and socks all of which are quickly removed and slowly checked. Both Customs Officers walk round Ken a few times when he is naked as if eyeing up a product in the market and they make quiet comments and gestures to each other which Ken finds really humiliating and his face starts to blush bright red.

‘So you are starting to get a sense of what it’s like to be humiliated hopefully it will stop you making such chauvinist comments in the future. Now let’s turn your bottom to the same shade of scarlet as your face has just turned. Back over the stool and spread your legs as wide as you can’ Senior Inspector Wilson says. Ken hears the snap of latex gloves going on to hands and instinctively his body tenses up.

‘I would advise you to relax because we are going to do a cavity search and it will happen whether you fight it or not but fighting will only cause you a lot more pain than it needs to’ Senior Inspector Wilson says as one of them is pulling my buttocks apart and the other is stabbing her lubricated finger at my anus. Ken finds it absolutely impossible to relax but as predicted the finger is pushed in and there is a loud cry from Ken when it penetrates doing a thorough sweep round the passage. Ken could feel his face getting even redder and sweat was starting to bead on his forehead and this only got worse when he was shown the butt plug at close quarters as it looked enormous and was open at the top.

‘This is our special design for such occasions as it will penetrate the tightest of holes and open it sufficiently for a look deep into the anus with a torch’ Inspector Williams explains with great delight and she starts pushing it against Ken’s anus. Having just had a finger in there the head of the plug slips in fairly easily but it doesn’t go very far.

‘If you do not relax I will push it in by force and that will be many times worse than anything you’ve experienced so far’ Inspector Williams says and Ken tries to relax but it doesn’t work too well so with an insistent pressure and some twists of the plug Inspector Williams gets it right in and there is a scream from Ken.

‘Now you know what humiliation and the pain of anal sex feels like for a woman because I bet this is something that you’ve demanded from your girlfriends is it not’ Senior Inspector Wilson says giving Ken a slap across the face when he doesn’t answer, ‘answer my question’.

‘Yes it is something that I have done with my girlfriends’

‘Well we might just tattoo the area above your own anus with the words “please fuck me” so that any girlfriend knows that your anus is fair game for her strap-on. It’s a pity that we don’t have a strap on in our kit bag to give you a proper feel for what it is like but we’ll give you the experience of keeping the butt plug in while we are completing the punishment of your bottom’ Senior Inspector Wilson says before releasing her grip on my buttocks letting them come together and making the plug sink just a little deeper. Picking up the strap and the tawse again both Customs Officers return to consecutive strokes and this time Ken has no idea how long they are going to go on for and he is soon struggling and crying out for mercy but none is forthcoming.

Handed over

‘Your behaviour is getting seriously out of hand Ken and if you do not learn to tow the line then I will reluctantly have to hand you over to Sarah and Louise’ Ken’s mum says to him after he’d been brought home in a very drunk condition by one of his friends again.

‘Yes mum’ Ken says dutifully but knowing that his mum’s bark was much worse than her bite so he had no fear about being passed over to Sarah and Louise who were both police officers and close friends of my mum. Ken was well aware that Sarah and Louise had regularly reported his misdeeds to his mum but he had always promised be mend his ways and this had been enough to get round his mum.

‘Don’t forget the warning I gave you last night Ken as this time I really mean it’ his mum says to Ken the following morning but he thinks it is another empty threat so as it was Friday that night he was going to go out and have fun again. After work he went out as normal and after a few pints the group moved on to another pub and then on to the club. Ken chatted up a girl and they ended up going outside for a smoke and when they were outside they started to have sex.

There was a spring in his step when Ken was walking home and even the extra car that was in the driveway didn’t raise any alarm bells with him. As was normal Ken went into the lounge when he came in and it was this was when he realised that he was in trouble as Sarah and Louise were standing on either side of the door and his mother was sitting on the sofa with an angry look on her face. Spread out on the coffee table were still photographs that had obviously been taken from a CCTV camera in the alleyway beside the club as they clearly showed Ken and the girl having sex. Ken made a dart for the door but his progress was quickly blocked by Sarah and before he could react Louise had taken hold of his arms and was fitting the handcuffs around his wrists. Louise led Ken away from the door and with one hand in his hair and the other on his cuffs she forced him to look at his mother and Sarah who had moved to stand beside her.

‘I warned you last night Ken that your behaviour was getting out of hand and what would happen if it didn’t improve repeating the warning but it seems that it has had absolutely no effect on you. These pictures are utterly disgusting Ken and I’m going to hand you over to Sarah and Louise who have promised me that they will deal with this matter and your general behaviour without it having to go to the courts’ my mum says and on a signal from her Louise turns me round and marches me out of the house and into the second car that was parked in the driveway.

‘Well at long last boy you are ours now and we are going to have a lot of fun with you. We have found the little tart that you were having fun with outside the club and we thought that we should reunite you since you abandoned her rather quickly’ Sarah says before giving Ken a sharp slap across the cheek. Louise starts driving the car out into the country eventually pulling up at a very remote house where a light is blazing in one of the rooms. Sarah gets Ken out of the car while Louise goes up to the house and opens the door and there is no resistance from Ken as he is led into the house and through to the room where the light is on and he is immediately greeted by the sight of the girl from earlier in the evening tied over the stool with her bare, and already rather red, bottom on display. There is a second stool next to the girl and on a table in the corner of the room Ken can see a range of straps, paddles and canes.

Louise takes over the control of Ken just as she had when he’d arrived home and she forces him to watch Sarah walk over to the table and select a heavy leather strap which she takes over to the girl and delivers ten very hard swats to her bottom each of which draws a sharp cry from the girl.

‘It’s time that you felt the same Ken’ Sarah says having turned round to look at Ken. Louise marches him forward and strips him from the waist down before bending him over the stool. Louise releases the handcuffs but immediately brings Ken’s hands forward and ties them to the arms of the stool before she steps back behind Ken for a view of what Sarah is about to do to him. Keeping the same strap in her hands Sarah walks behind Ken and measures up her target letting the strap run slowly across both cheeks before in one motion she took it up behind her shoulder and drove it down into the centre of the target.

‘Crack’ was the sound it made on impact.

‘Ow’ was Ken’s immediate response.

‘There is a lot more to come Ken, and you won’t get any sympathy from either of us because of the torment you’ve put your mum through’ Sarah says before delivering the second stroke. Sarah delivered a total of thirty strokes with the strap and Ken felt like his bottom was three times its normal size by the time she placed the strap back on the table but this only led to Louise picking up a wooden paddle from the same table and resting it on Ken’s bottom.

‘I’m not going to be denied my share of the fun’ Louise says.

‘Splat’ is the sound of the paddle as it lands.

‘Aah’ is Ken’s much sharper response this time.

‘That’s more like the sound we want to hear’ Sarah remarks just before the second splat lands and Louise gives a total of thirty smacks as well.

‘Well you two, we will return on the hour every hour to give you thirty strokes. Girl you will be released at 12pm tomorrow but boy you will not be released until early on Monday morning’ Louise says as the two of them leave the room.

Sadly for you we are not finished

‘I am sure that you know why you are here Ken so let’s not bother with any discussion. Strip completely and place your hands on the stool’ Alice says sharply having called Ken into her office at the end of the week.

‘No I have no idea why I am here Alice’ Ken answers rather defiantly even though he knows that it’s probably connected with the failure in the service that his team was tasked with performing that had brought the office to a halt for a couple of hours this morning and although there was nothing his team could have done to prevent it they hadn’t reacted quickly enough in the initial stages and this was something that Alice had never tolerated.

‘It is completely unacceptable for the machines in the server room to overheat overnight and for your team not to have someone on standby to move to the back-up servers’ Alice says and it was something that Ken had already given one of his technicians a rocket for because he had switched his mobile off so the facilities team couldn’t get hold of him.

‘I don’t see much action towards you getting into position for the punishment that is coming your way which just means that the punishment will be much longer’ Alice says so Ken starts to strip and then moves over to the stool having heard from other service heads that it isn’t a good idea to defy Alice in these circumstances.

‘I am sure that your colleagues have told you some tales about what I’ve done to them when their service fails and you’ll know that it is a rare occurrence that the same department fails twice. I had to do this to your predecessor twice and then I let him go but this will be your first time and I trust that it will be the last. I expect you to take this punishment like a man and any attempts to resist me or to plead for an early end will simply result in the punishment continuing for longer. Am I making myself clear to you Ken?’ Alice asks sharply.

‘Yes perfectly’ Ken responds as he is bent over.

‘Very good’ is the response. This is followed immediately by a heavy blow from a leather strap which draws a gasp from Ken.

‘That is not a good sign Ken’ Alice comments sharply before delivering a series of blows to the back of Ken’s thighs reddening them up nicely before returning to the bottom covering and returning to every inch of the skin time and again. Alice throws the strap down onto the floor beside Ken and he looks at it in disbelief as it’s such an insignificant looking thing that he can’t believe the pain that it has caused. Alice picks up a cane, a wooden paddle and another strap resting the wooden paddle and cane against the stool.

‘Sadly for you Ken I am a long way from finished with the punishment despite the bruises that are forming on your bottom already. It appears like it is a long time since anyone has punished you in this way’ Alice remarks before driving the second strap through the bottom and this one is much heavier and almost knocks him off of his feet with the first blow. Gritting his teeth Ken manages to get through the next section of the punishment without moving or crying out but it was a real effort and when this strap is also tossed onto the floor he feels Alice putting her hand onto his back while the other one explores the damage on his bottom.

‘Hardening up nicely Ken, I think that you will be sleeping on your front tonight’ Alice remarks cruelly as her nails are digging into the most bruised part of his bottom, ‘let’s carry on’ she finishes picking up the wooden paddle which has holes drilled through it. The first blow from this paddle is horrible and Ken’s legs buckle a bit as he is trying to absorb the impact.

‘I’m getting through to you then Ken’ Alice comments before smacking the paddle down again and again working down the bottom and the back of his legs before moving back up the other leg to the bottom. Tears are rolling down Ken’s face by this time and he almost doesn’t see the paddle being tossed onto the floor alongside the two straps but he hears it landing and sees Alice picking up the cane.

‘You may think that you won’t feel anything else Ken but I can assure you that I know exactly what I am doing and have stopped while you will still feel the cane and it will make a lasting impression on you. I rather suspect that you will not be sitting at your desk tomorrow morning but will be out making sure that all of the contingency plans are in place’ Alice says before driving the first stroke of the cane into the crease where the bottom and thighs meet and she was right the sharp sting could be felt throughout the body. Alice works her way down Ken’s legs with the cane each drawing a sharp gasp from him before she steps to the side and really swings the cane through his bottom. It isn’t too long before Ken can feel some liquid running down his bottom and spraying up onto his back each time the cane lands.

‘You will remain in this position until I have finished work this evening’ Alice says as she goes to sit at her desk leaving Ken staring down at the stool and wondering if he could get away with doing the same thing to the technician who had switched his phone off.