Corrective Measures

by Sarah Veitch

  Shari cast a quick glance around. Just touching her lips to his would be exciting, would fuel her fantasies. Impulsively she stood on tiptoe and he bent his head. Their lips met and she didn't pull away when his became more demanding. When she looked up her husband, Jules, was staring over at them.

  Muttering her goodbyes to the stranger, Shari hurried to her husband's side. 'You seemed to be enjoying yourself,' he said drily.

  Shari's heart beat faster. 'It was just a kiss!'

  'From where I stood it looked more like tonsil hockey.'

  'Well, we were just flirting and...'

  'And you forgot your wedding vows about forsaking all others, eh?'

  Shari moved her guilty gaze from his face. It then focused on his hands and she winced at the prospect of a long hard spanking. 'Alright! I've been caught in the act!' she muttered. 'When we get home you can put me over your knee.'

  Jules ran his fingers over his mouth. It was a gesture he used when he was going to increase her punishment. 'Unfortunately just being spanked by your husband doesn't seem to be enough any more,' he said.

  Shari glanced quickly around, but thankfully no one was in earshot. She cleared her throat. 'Jules - what do you mean?'

  'Well, I send my laundry out to an ironing service. I have my lawn mowed by a landscape gardener. It seems clear that I also need a professional to discipline my wife.'

  'And you know someone like that?' Shari told herself that he was bluffing, that he'd personally spank her.

  'That's for me to know,' Jules said smoothly, 'and for you to find out.'

  For the next three days Shari jumped whenever the phone or the doorbell rang. It would be so shameful having a stranger correct her pert bottom. She'd gotten used to pulling down her pants for Jules and the unveiling no longer made her blush. But to strip before someone she'd never met would take real courage, would make her squirm...

  On the fourth night she was relaxing with a drink when Jules came into the lounge. 'You're to visit your new Master in an hour. I suggest you bathe and change,' he said quietly.

  'You're bluffing!' Shari gasped, but her spouse refused to be drawn further. Eventually she gulped down her vodka then hurried to the shower. When she re-emerged she was scented with tangerine bathing gel and sheathed in a sandwashed silk dress.

  'How do I look?' she muttered, adjusting her thigh-gripping hold-ups and seeking Jules approval.

  'You're not giving him a fashion demo. He just wants to redden your rump,' her husband said.

  They got in the car and he drove to a large Mews House. On the way Shari tried to ask more questions but Jules steadfastly refused to answer. 'You'll find out all about him - and his implements - soon enough,' he said.

  'Couldn't you punish me whilst he watched?' Shari whispered. 'That would still be humbling.'

  'No, if you're going to kiss a stranger then you can have your arse roasted by another stranger,' her determined spouse replied.

  Shari hoped that he'd leave her at the door but instead he shook hands with her new Master and followed the two of them into the hall. 'I've got the punishment equipment ready,' the fortyish disciplinarian murmured. He had the kind of poise that made twenty-four year old Shari feel like a gauche girl.

  'This is the bit that needs correcting,' Jules said, pointing at his wife's quivering dress-covered bottom.

  Shari blushed the colour of a robin and stared miserably at the floor.

  'My Correction Suite is through this way,' the dark-haired man continued. He ushered them through. Shari stared around the rectangular room with its thick punishment stools and disciplinary trestles. Martinets and paddles lined the walls. 'I thought the cane would improve her behaviour most,' the stranger said, looking at Jules for confirmation.

  'Indeed! I've found it to be very effective,' Jules said.

  Shari stood staring at the whips, acknowledging the familiar rush of low dark pleasure. She knew that when the cane swished down that pleasure would quickly abate. Afterwards Jules always brought her to orgasm and she half-swooned with rapture. That - and the fact that she knew that she'd been wrong to kiss her dance partner - would help her endure the cane.

  Jules took a seat by the wall. Their host strolled over to Shari, then walked reflectively around. 'Right, raise your skirt, girl,' he ordered. Reaching for her dress hem, Shari fumblingly obeyed. 'Now leave your hold-ups on but pull down your pants,' the man continued, walking round to her rear. God, was he really going to cane her on the bare? Shari hesitated then stared supplicatingly at her seated husband. To her chagrin, Jules smiled encouragingly. 'I've just doubled your punishment for insubordination,' her new buttock-teacher said.

  'Please sir - not double!' Shari whispered. Swallowing hard, she removed her white silk panties. For humblingly long moments she stood there displaying her small bare bottom. All that she wore now was a waist-skimming Chinese blouse. 'Get your belly across that whipping stool,' said the man at last, dragging a chunky four-legged contraption into the floor's centre. Shari walked gingerly forward on the high heels Jules had insisted that she wear.

  When she reached the device she took a deep breath then let her weight carry her down. The stool's construction was such that her bottom was left sticking up high in the air like a pale soft beacon. How she wished that she was just prostrate across her husband's knee! She sensed that this forty year old man was very experienced, that he truly understood how to dominate and discipline a recalcitrant girl's arse.

  Shari tensed up her bum cheeks as she heard him approach. 'While you are here,' he said quietly, 'you will refer to me as Master.'

  'Yes Master,' Shari murmured compliantly, hoping that he'd go easier on her cheeks.

  'I'll give you eight strokes of the cane. It was initially going to be four but you were too slow in baring your bottom. You can have a moment between each lash to recover your poise.' He paused and walked round her submissively bent body again. 'Recovering means that you can wriggle about a little on the punishment stool but on no account must you touch your chastened rear.'

  'What if I can't help myself?' Shari muttered nervously. She knew that even when Jules was spanking her she often reached her hands back to protect her sore posterior.

  'If you disobey your Master your rump will be reddened further,' the dark-haired dominator said.

  He walked in front of her. 'Kiss the cane.'

  Shari stared at the long thin bendy rattan then pressed her lips to its hard smooth promise. 'I really am sorry that I flirted with a stranger,' she whispered, giving the man a cutely pleading look.

  'You'll be even more sorry when you've got an arse as striped as your favourite T-shirt,' Jules murmured from his seat somewhere behind her. 'I think you'll take your marriage vows more seriously when you're nursing a sizzling arse.'

  Shari sensed that the stranger had stepped back. Seconds later a long line of fire crackled its way across her lower bum cheeks. Shari lifted her hands a little way from the stool's legs and flexed her ankles and yelled. She was aware of her belly writhing against the smooth wood, of her main buttock muscles tensing and untensing as they tried to come to terms with the scorching stripe. 'That's right, you wriggle it out of your system, darling,' the disciplinarian murmured softly. 'Then get that adulterous arse ready for cane stroke two.'

  'It wasn't adultery. It was just a kiss!' Shari said defensively, twitching her bum some more then staring down at the carpet.

  'It might have become more than a kiss if I hadn't interrupted,' Jules murmured from his seat somewhere behind her naked orbs.

  Shari knew that her husband was right, that his guidance helped keep her on the straight and narrow. She cleared her throat and said 'Master, I'm ready for cane stroke two.'

  'Are you indeed?' the stranger murmured, and his voice held a note of mingled power and amusement. Shari gripped the lower legs of the whipping stool as she waited for the rod to strike home. She wished that the sloping wood didn't make her bare bum jut up quite so keenly. She wished she'd been
allowed the dignity of retaining her pants.

  When the cane fell it struck low, searing just above the tops of her thighs and accentuating the rest of her uncovered bottom. 'Aaah!' Shari gasped, jerking and wriggling, and using all her willpower to keep her belly on the stool. 'Easy,' her Master murmured as she took her hands from the wooden legs. 'Remember that you're not to cup your punished arse cheeks. If you do you'll end up with an even sorer rump.'

  Shari nodded then belatedly whispered 'Yes, Master' in an attempt to get on his better side. She wondered if the bastard had one. All he seemed to care about was striping her raised small buttocks with his cane. Jules was much more kind. He sometimes kissed her flaming cheeks when she was mid way through a spanking. And he ended a caning early if she put on an Oscar-winning performance and made a lot of noise.

  'The disobedient bottom will now receive stroke three,' came the stranger's voice.

  Shari closed her eyes and curled her fingers around the stool again. She didn't feel at all ready. When the rod whacked into the centre of her bent bum she quivered all over and gasped and wailed. 'It's too much!' she whispered huskily. 'I can't bear it!'

  'You were ready to bare it for some stranger on the dance floor,' her husband said.

  Shari knew that she'd done wrong. She forced her body to stay in place, trying to find the courage to accept the rest of her chastisement. If only the cane didn't sting so hard and sear so deep. 'I know that I've been bad, and I... ask nicely for the fourth stripe,' she forced out reluctantly. The hired hand immediately obliged.

  Shari shoved her bum to one side in a reflex action as she sensed the rod sizzling down. As a result, the tip of it bit into her tender buttock crevice. Wailing, she pushed herself off of the whipping stool, turned, and rushed up to her husband, flinging herself at his feet. 'It hurts,' she whispered, wrapping her arms around his calves and holding on tightly. 'I really can't take another four!'

  She'd expected Jules to cuddle her and say that she'd had enough, but instead he lifted her so that she was lying over his lap, her slim thighs parted. Slowly he slid one hand under her belly, and Shari realised that she was very wet. Her husband spread apart her sexual lips then traced her vulval rim, causing intense circles of pleasure. Shari groaned lustfully and pushed down against his palm.

  'Ask your Master nicely for the other four cane strokes,' Jules said.

  Shari opened her eyes. The stranger was standing before her, staring down at her glowing hemispheres. She wriggled with embarrassment, knowing that he'd seen her writhing against Jules palm. The squirming caused her labial lips to brush against her husband's fingers and she pushed down again and moaned with renewed desire. 'Bad girl,' Jules whispered, taking his hand away. It was clear that she wouldn't receive satiation until she'd endured her full caning. 'Please Master,' Shari whispered, 'teach my bottom obedience with your long rattan cane.'

  'You'll have to be spanked first for leaving the whipping stool,' her chastiser said in a very offhand way. He took a seat a few feet away then said 'Wriggle over to me on your belly, sweetheart so I can smack your bum.'

  Humiliated yet strangely excited, Shari clambered off of Jules lap and prostrated herself on the ground. The carpet was thick and warm beneath her flesh, though her hold-ups snagged slightly as she wriggled. When she reached her Master she kissed his leather-shod feet.

  'Now bend that arse across my knee,' the stranger said. Shari swallowed hard as she stood up then arched carefully and totally over. Her bare buttocks felt hugely exposed by being prostrate like this in the man's firm lap.

  'I'm sorry that I left the whipping stool,' she whispered contritely, breathing in faint pine aftershave and an underlying muskier aroma. She trembled as she felt the stranger start to fondle her red-and-beige bum.

  'Why are these globes so bad?' he asked, caressing both fleshy contours.

  'I promise they're going to be better!' Shari said.

  The stranger continued to palpate her tenderised orbs. 'This arse only gets better after a roasting,' he said regretfully. 'I hope that it won't wriggle too much as it begs for the final four.'

  'I'll beg so sweetly, Master,' Shari gasped out, knowing that the sooner she got caned the sooner she would get to orgasm with her husband.

  'I want you to really humble yourself so that you remember the consequences of kissing a stranger,' her chastiser said.

  He began to spank her bare bottom then, the slaps slow and somehow thoughtful. Shari whimpered as he toasted every centimetre of her buttock flesh. 'I've found that if you spank her lower cheeks the most she gets quite excited,' Jules said mildly from somewhere in the middle distance. 'Let her get all hot then make her wait.'

  Shari skulked some more across her dominator's knee. It was awful being spoken about like this as if she was a sexed-up mongrel. But her spouse's words were degradingly true.

  Soon she felt her body moving on to another plain, the plain of pleasure. She arched her bum up to meet the next spank - and her Master stopped. 'There! I've made a glowing red canvas on which to imprint the last four cane strokes,' he murmured contentedly. He set her on her knees on the floor. 'Go over to the whipping stool again and position your flirtatious arse upon it,' he ordered mildly. Hoping to please him by crawling rather than walking, Shari wriggled on her belly all the way.

  She reached the stool and touched its smooth top, knowing that she had to slide her belly onto it. 'I'm waiting,' her disciplinarian told her. Shari risked a quick glance back. Both the stranger and Jules were gazing over at her, staring at her hot striped haunches. Shari arched her half-bared body across the wood.

  This time her bottom felt even more exposed than before for the growing heat made it feel larger. She could think of nothing except her raised backside. 'I don't hear you,' her Master called. She heard him walking close then closer. Steeled herself to ask for the fifth cut of the cane. 'My derriere was bad to run away from the rod,' she muttered, tensing and untensing her buttock muscles. 'It deserves to be soundly thrashed.'

  'Your derriere?' the dark-haired man mocked. She felt his hands palpating her cheeks. 'This here is an arse - a British arse. Save the French for when you go abroad.'

  Shari quivered as she used the more vulgar word 'My... arse needs to be taught a lesson. Needs soundly caned.' She sucked in her breath then let it out as the rod connected with the centre of her rosy hemispheres. She scrunched and unscrunched her hot rotundities in an effort to dislodge the pain. 'It's so hot,' she whispered to no one in particular. 'So very sore.'

  'You should have thought of that before you cuckolded your husband,' her new Master said.

  'I know,' Shari muttered, wishing again and again that she hadn't lifted her lips to the stranger's.

  'Tell me how naughty you've been,' her dominator urged.

  Submission thrilled through her belly even as arrogance flooded her brain. 'I just flirted on a night out,' Shari mumbled. The man traced the rod down her naked cheeks again and again. 'I don't think that the word just applies to throwing yourself at other men,' he said smoothly. 'This rod is very strict about such matters and comes down very hard on bottoms that play away.'

  Shari shrugged. Some little devil had taken hold of her mind when he tried to make her sound immature by calling her naughty. Hell, she was a twenty-four year old woman, and deserved a measure of respect! 'Jules, perhaps you'd like to give her a quick spank to teach her manners?' the man asked softly. Shari heard her husband's footsteps approach. In seconds he'd pushed one finger inside her, and was using the other hand to spank her soundly. Shari slithered whimperingly about as the mingled ecstasy and affliction brought her close to climax again.

  Then Jules stopped and moved away, leaving her desperate for relief. 'I've been a very bad girl,' she whispered raggedly. 'A girl who needs the hottest and sorest arse.'

  'Yes you do, don't you?' the stranger murmured.

  Shari heard him flex the rod. He seemed to be waiting. She searched for yet more demeaning words. 'I'm... glad that you made
me raise my skirts and pull down my panties,' she whispered humbly.

  'And?' the man prompted.

  'And you were right to spank me for clambering off the whipping stool,' she replied.

  'Tell me that you also deserve the rod,' the man said, swishing it through the air until her bottom trembled.

  Shari cleared her throat. 'And now you're equally right to thrash me with the cane.'

  As she finished saying the word cane the implement itself bit soundly into her flesh, midway across her bare bottom. Shari moved her hips so violently that they almost fell off one side of the stool.

  'Oh dear,' murmured the man, 'we do seem to be jumping about a lot. It's most unseemly.'

  Shari squirmed about some more then tried to make her bum cheeks stay in place. 'I'll try not to wriggle so much,' she promised, forcing her bum to stay prostrate.

  'If only I could trust you,' the man said. He strolled calmly to the front of her then tilted her chin and stared into her eyes, his own gaze assessing. 'No, I can see that your bum can't help itself.'

  He walked around to her posterior and softly palmed it from lower back to thigh. 'The problem is that if I let you jerk so much you may hurt yourself. And as you know, a Master is only interested in hurting his slave's insolent arse.' He palmed gently at that same arse. 'No, I'm afraid that I'll have to adjust the contours of the whipping stool so that you can't fall off of one side.'

  Shari started to obligingly slide from the contraption but he softly told her to stay in place. 'All that I have to do is turn this handle and it'll change the alignment of the wood,' he said impassively. He obviously did so, for Shari felt the front legs of the stool contracting and the back legs lengthening so that her buttocks were pushed even more obscenely into the air. She felt excited yet debased, aware that both her Master and her husband would now be able to see her crack and anal hole more clearly. She was completely open to their gaze.

  'You were about to ask nicely for stroke seven,' the stranger said.

  Shari cleared her suddenly clogged throat. 'I deserve...' she started to mumble.