‘Come on, I don’t intend to let that beautiful posterior cool off before I cane it!’
She smiled a little ruefully and stretched over the desk, presenting Richard with an unforgettable picture. The red dress tucked up around her waist reflected the redness of her burning cheeks, framed by her black lace suspender belt and lowered panties.
Carole was absolutely aflame with desire, far more intense than anything she had experienced before. This was, after all, a stranger who knew only too well how to spank and was probably about to prove he could cane very effectively too. In that moment she remembered she hadn’t asked him about the others -
‘One.’ And the cane descended with stinging force across the reddened skin. Despite herself, she yelped a little and hung on tightly to the edge of the desk, awaiting the second one which came all too soon.
‘Two.’ Fractionally lower than the first, but equally as sharp. He did know how to cane!
‘Three.’
This time she cried out, kicking her feet in agony, knowing she was probably moving her panties even lower, but not caring.
‘Come on, Carole, only three more. I thought you were a student!’
‘I am but - ouch!’
‘Four. What were you going to say?’
‘I’ve not been spanked that hard - Ooww!’
‘Five. Only one more to go, hold on, six!’
Carole slid gracefully to me floor, rubbing at the lines, and pulling off the panties which were hindering her movements. She looked up at Richard, aware of the erection pressing at his trousers, aware of his eyes on her exposed body.
‘Finish the lesson,’ she whispered, moist and waiting, holding out her arms. A once in a lifetime chance and she was determined to take it. Richard looked down at the picture of erotic beauty before him, unzipped his grey trousers and freed his cock; ready, hard and throbbing with desire. He knelt down and touched her quim gently with both hands, and then, as she reached for him plunged straight into her. With regular rhythmic strokes, they clung together, moved as one, then came together m a shattering and hasty climax.
Afterwards, with some semblance of dignity restored, clothing in place and a shot of whisky in her hand, Carole returned to the earlier thought she had had.
‘I’m asking out of curiosity more than anything, although I do have another reason, have you chastised anyone else on this course?’
‘Now why should I tell you that? It would be breaking confidence.’
‘Of course it wouldn’t, how many women are there on this course?’
‘Ten. Take away you, that only leaves nine. I can’t have you asking sensitive questions of the nine others between now and next Sunday, can I?’
‘No, I don’t suppose you can. All right, tell me this. Did you cane anyone on the last course?’
‘That’s something I can answer without fear of upsetting anyone. Yes. On the last course there were five ladies who condescended to, how shall we phrase it, try out the comforts of my desk.’
‘Five!’ Carole stared at him in astonishment. ‘Did they all like it?’
‘No. In fact, none of them did but it was a sharp lesson they were well overdue to receive. It helped the concentration no end.’
‘Thanks, that’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.’
‘Are you going to tell me why?’
‘In case there are any marks left by the time I go home. I’m planning to drop some hints to my fiancé, you know, discipline is strict here, on the last course five ladies were chastised... You know, that sort of thing.’
‘I see. Can I take it then that there will be no repeat performance?’
‘No, better not.’ She rubbed gently at the still burning lines and sighed. ‘I shall be sorry not to repeat it, though, it was quite something. Still, I’ll have to be satisfied with that, until I get home. Thanks for the drink – and everything.’ With a pert smile, she rose from the chair and blew him a kiss. ‘See you around, headmaster.’ And then she was gone, leaving Richard with a dull ache and a very happy memory.
During the course Hazel had become friendly with Susan Mintell. At times she was exasperated by Susan’s dreamy attitude and at others amazed at the sharpness of her perception. It was to Susan that Hazel turned when she needed help in deciphering the badly-scrawled lecture notes. She tapped lightly on Susan’s door and pushed. It opened. Susan looked up from her armchair, hurriedly stuffing a magazine down the side of the cushion.
‘Oh Hazel, come in, I didn’t hear you knock.’
‘The door was open. When I knocked it swung in. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.’
Susan blushed and then laughed. ‘If I can’t tell a friend, who can I tell? I was reading this.’ She drew the magazine from its hiding place and offered it to Hazel who looked at it in disbelief.
‘Spanking? You?’
‘Well, it depends on what you mean by that. Slip the lock on the door, make sure we’re not disturbed.’
Hazel locked the door and sat down, wondering at the strange fluttering feeling she was experiencing.
Susan was excited at being able to share with someone. ‘I’ve been interested for a long time, you know, reading these magazines, but I’ve never had anyone to give me what I wanted.’
‘Don’t suppose you have.’
‘I brought the magazine with me when I came, 1 hoped for a quiet read. When I unpacked I foolishly stuffed it under the mattress.’
‘Don’t tell me, Emmy found it.’
‘Right first time. She left a note saying, ‘If this is what you want, see Mr Edwards’, so when I had my chat with him during the first week, we talked about it. And when he offered to cane me, I agreed.’
Hazel was silent, trying to take it all in. She tried to match the story she had just heard with the allusions Richard had made during the interview and then tried to tie the whole thing in with the persistent nagging thoughts she was having. And of course the strange feeling she was now experiencing.
‘What was it like?’
‘Painful! More painful than I thought it would be! At first I thought everyone was wrong, that the magazines had exaggerated, but they didn’t. When the pain settled down the glow was fantastic so I went back for some more this week.’
Hazel thought she had reached the point where nothing else would surprise her, but Susan’s last comment definitely did. ‘You went back for more?’
‘Why not? I don’t know when I’ll get another chance, do I? So I thought I’d make the most of what I can get now.’ And it was even better the second time. Because I knew what to expect.’
‘Just as painful?’
‘More so because he did it harder. I cried out a few times, but took all six. I had to really, didn’t I? If you ask for something, you take it.’
Hazel shook her head in disbelief. ‘Unbelievable. She searched through her notes. ‘OK, all secrets told are safe with me. Now about these notes -’
Back in her own room Hazel had a job shaking the images from her mind. The photographs in the magazine conjured up pictures of Susan bending over, over what she hadn’t asked. His chair? His desk? What did one use for such an activity, and how did you go about talking about it? She thought back to the strapping she had had, tried to recall whether the pain had settled to any kind of glow, as Susan described it and gave up. It was all too far back in the deep and distant past to recall such details. She could only remember the terrible humiliation of it all.
Would it be the same with a grown man like Richard Edwards who was undoubtedly one of the most fanciable people she’d met in a long time? Before sleep that night she decided to go and see Richard Edwards, headmaster in disguise, to find out for herself what this whole strange business was like. What did it matter if she hated every moment of it? No one need ever know and at least she would go h
ome with her curiosity satisfied.
Richard responded immediately to her request for an interview, and at three that afternoon with fluttering stomach and a slightly sick feeling that refused to go away, Hazel walked slowly along the corridor to his office. I’ve not decided to go ahead with it, she told herself, yet she knew deep inside that she would, which explained all the illness she felt.
Richard was friendliness itself, as he had been before, when she sat in the same chair and confessed to her silly worries about the school feeling that hung over her.
‘Well now. Hazel, what is it this time? Another problem I can resolve for you?’
She shook her head. not sure where to begin. Then she remembered the word he had used during their earlier talk.
‘I’ve been thinking about the charade you mentioned.’
‘Oh yes. Are you interested?’
‘Now this seems even sillier than before but I’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it, and then I was talking to Susan and looking at her magazine...’ she trailed off and looked at him. He smiled knowingly. ‘You’re curious to know what it’s really like and before you go home you’d like to find out. Is that about it?’
‘Yes, I think so.’
‘It’s Friday, you’ll be leaving Sunday morning. You won’t have to walk around with your secret for very long. It’s a good idea to try everything, you know, while you have the opportunity and privacy. No, more than that, the complete confidentiality of an extra-curricular activity!’
She smiled at his choice of words and then stood, determined to go through with it.
‘You’re right, I would like to find out what it’s like and yes, I have left it until now, just as you guessed. I didn’t think I was that transparent!’
‘Not transparent, Hazel, not at all.’ Richard opened the desk drawer and took out the slim cane. I just know ladies very well, that’s all. Now if you’re sure about this...’
‘I’m sure.’
‘Then if you’d like to lean over my desk?’
‘Do you want to me - to take my knickers down or anything?’
‘I don’t think so. You’re not like the true afficionados of the most delightful pain and pleasure known to man. You’ll feel better with just a little protection.’
His understanding was complete. Hazel felt some of her nervousness slip away from her. She leaned over the desk as he asked and felt suddenly cold as he turned back her dress and slip, leaving her covered in only the pale pink nylon panties.
‘A very pretty sight indeed if I might say so,’ Richard commented. ‘I should be able to see what I’m doing through those.’
The cane whistled down and cracked across her cheeks and she cried out in shock. It hurt far more than she had anticipated, but she was determined to find out everything and stayed where she was, hanging on to the edge of the desk. The second stroke landed a mere whisper away from the first and she cried out again.
‘You can tell me to stop any time you like.’ Richard’s voice was calm and steady as if this was the most natural thing on earth.
‘No, do go on.’
The third whack brought her head up and she gave a sharp cry, but still she held on.
Richard laughed. ‘You’ve got guts, that’s for sure.’
There was such a note of admiration in his voice Hazel decided to take the other three, come what may. The thought had crept unbidden into her mind that she might call stop after the fourth stroke.
The next one somehow didn’t feel quite so hard and she was able to stay in place for the last two, although she was anxious to leap up and rub frantically as soon as he told her it was all over, in the same calm voice. He returned the cane to the drawer and looked at her.
‘Well, what did you think of the experiment?’
She tried to sort out the conflicting emotions. ‘Not as ghastly as I thought but more painful.’
He laughed and walked round the desk to her. ‘Believe me when I say all the ladies tell me that in a very short while the glow is quite unbelievable. It should be the same for you. Do you think you’ll ever be tempted to repeat the experiment?’
She shook her head, smiling as she let her skirt fall back into place. ‘No thanks. Now I know what it’s like I don’t have to think about it. I don’t think I’ll be joining the enthusiasts.’ She held out her hand and he took it. ‘But I’m grateful to you for letting me find out, I really am.’
‘I can assure you the pleasure was all mine.’
Richard walked over to the window and stared down the long drive. Shortly there would be an exodus of students, all waving goodbye and promising friendship and lasting memories. Some had more memories to take home than others, he thought, remembering the second time Susan had come to him, desperate for another session, recalling the joy of her delightful body, too. Carole might have a few faint lines left but she was heading for another expert who would soon replace them. And Hazel, her lovely bottom never to be seen again like that by anyone. What a waste, but at least he’d had the opportunity to see it, which was something worth remembering!
Soon another batch of students would arrive; more faces to learn, more problems to solve and who knew what the next two weeks might hold?
Freezeframe
This is a true story, in that here is my history; my slow steps into SM, laid out for you, mixed with a few stories and a few fantasies, but mostly fact
‘Stand up! Come here!’
I leave my chair to stand in front of the man who has ordered me to do so. His eyes bore into me, his voice demands to know why I have not carried out the order he gave me, which was to think of a punishment to fit the crimes I had committed.
What crimes had I committed? Answering back, saying no, not making the appointment he had asked me to make. (Do these sound trivial? If so, put this book back where you found it. It is not for your eyes. If you understand, read on.)
My thoughts are travelling wildly, my excuses falter. They sound weak and pathetic in the light of the calm, quiet authoritative questions I am asked. I know it and falter even more.
Orders are given. I obey instantly. To do anything else does not even cross my mind. It will only be later that I question my own motives. Why not say no? Why not refuse things which are deeply humiliating?
Because the man dominates, with his voice, his manner, his personality. Because a submissive has no choice but to stand, head down, pleading for forgiveness, body shaking with apprehension and love. Because in the scene there is no alternative.
Part of my penance is to write out the story of my initiation, and details of an earlier relationship. The rest of my penance is for me and my Master to know. Some things cannot be told even to the blank page.
Master, I have obeyed. I can but hope it pleases you.
Let me be honest with you.
Let’s face it, if I cannot be honest with my reader in the very first pages of my story, when can I be?
Let me set out the way I see the scene and where I stand in relation to it. Then you can follow the remainder of my story with a clearer vision of the writer.
The sado-masochistic scene is a strange one. It is also badly named, conjuring up visions to outsiders which do not accurately reflect the scene. True disciples are not sadists or masochists. They are people who enter willingly into a relationship which, conventionally, means one becomes dominant, the other submissive. Sometimes roles are reversed, giving as well as taking.
Look at it like this. There is a tuning fork on the table. There is a handle, where we stand sexually immature and waiting.
Some are sexually aroused by the sense of power, by the giving of punishment to another, by the fact of their domination of another. They walk the right hand prong of the tuning fork.
Some are sexually awakened by responding to that powerful dom
ination, by immediate response to all commands, by instant obedience, by taking punishment when the obedience is not as instant as it should have been. They walk the left hand prong. Some are sexually aroused by both aspects of this strange scene, they are in the centre, in the space between the prongs.
Those who are not aroused and awakened by any aspect of this scene stay right where they are, in the handle. They will never bother to read this story, nor attempt to follow the right or left hand paths. We can ignore them.
I walk the left hand path.
The discovery was many years in the making. Are you interested?
Then press REWIND on the VCR remote control. Let us go flying back through the years ... my years ... to see how it all began. STOP. PLAY. Cue soft music, gentle piano, fingers drifting over the keys. Touch of violins, perhaps, to evoke a mood of nostalgia, of innocence and childhood; days when the sun shone endlessly and people were kind, when friends weren’t cruel and dogs did not bite -
You know what I mean.
Zoom in, closer and closer. We are looking at a girl. She is fourteen, with soft brown hair worn in long ringlets, her eyes, hazel and dreamy, are indistinct behind glasses. She is not very tall, about 5’3’, very slim and she has long fingers and nails. She is not attractive, not the pretty calendar girl we expect from someone in a video. She is simply ordinary, and innocent.
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