22 comments/ 79734 views/ 17 favorites First Punishment By: verogenous It's quite amazing actually. I'm 43 yrs. old and have been married to my wonderfully funny, loving and supportive husband since I was 20. He's just 18 months older than me so in all actuality we have sort of grown up together over the years. We have three children the youngest just left for college this past August. Since I was about 18 or so I have known I am sexually turned on by spanking and dominance. I accidentally ran across a "spanking magazine" and read a story about a young woman being spanked and made love to by her "Dom". It turned me on so much I read that story over and over again until I almost had it memorized. By the time I met my husband and married him I had done as much reading as I could at that time (1982) on the subject and found many other forms of spanking and dominance had also turned me on. Somehow I just knew this little kink of mine was not a good thing and most people would never understand, so I had decided very early on, I would just have to keep this little dirty secret to myself. And I did until… One night about 6 months after we were married we were lying in bed talking after spending a long time making love and he pulled me close to him, looked me in the eye "Tell me what you're thinking" This was a normal routine for us, since we were young and still learning I guess he had insecurities too that needed to be addressed, thus asking me on a regular basis my thoughts. As usual with me I was afraid to actually admit that I had been thinking sex would have been a whole lot better had he of taken me over his lap and spanked me slowly and sensually until my bottom was red all over and hot to the touch. Instead I answered that question as I always had "Nothing, just enjoying the afterglow." At this point he would smile and hug me close to him and we would usually go to sleep, me lying on his chest and his body wrapped around mine. This night however; was not going to be the same for either of us again. He sighs heavily "Are you sure that's what's on your mind "little one"? Those words made my stomach flutter and my sex starting twitching and began to get really hot. I looked at him, studying his expression, his deep blue eyes staring a hole through me, yet he was slightly grinning at me. I looked at him for a long time before finally asking, "What would make you ask me that again?" He sighed again and pulled me even closer to him and whispered in my ear. "I think I know a naughty little girl who may need her ass spanked for not being honest with me." I was so stunned at his words, I actually jumped off the bed and stood there, literally shaking and starring at him, I couldn't talk, my mouth was dry and my throat was totally constricted. His eyes began to sparkle and he broke out into a huge smile as he reached under the bed and pulled out my "collection" of books, magazines and pictures I had cut out of magazines of different spanking implements. I was so totally shocked, I felt my knees knocking and my legs become too weak to hold me up, I fell to the floor onto my knees, leaning back on my heels, I can feel the embarrassment flood throughout my body as my whole body to the top of my head blushed profusely. The whole time asking myself how in the hell he found the box, it had been hidden back in our guest room closet where I keep the extra blankets and junk I don't want anyone to see. My hubby had been quite busy it seems and had actually taken the time to read my material and do a little research of his own. He had decided when the time was right he would let me know, as always with this man, he took his time and made sure whatever it is he's involving himself in he needs to be sure he understands and knows what he's doing. He reached over and wiped the stray lock of hair that had fallen over my eye, wrapped it around my ear and moved to the floor where I was kneeling and sat beside me, holding me tightly to his chest and then begins to speak. He turned my face so that I was looking into his eyes. "Baby doll" (That's my nickname he has always used for me) "Why didn't you tell me you were into spanking and D/s?" I was still unable to speak and leaned my head on his shoulder. He pulls me back and makes me look directly into his eyes; I see nothing but love and a whole lot of lust. Anyway, to make a long story short, I finally did open up and told him how turned on I get from spanking and dominance. He in turn opened up to me, letting me know he had never given it any thought until he stumbled across my "secret box". He expressed a sincere desire to indulge both of us in this little kink of mine and had come up with all sorts of ideas he would like to try as well. We began our little journey that night as he pulled us both up off the floor together and sat down on the bed, slowly turned me over his lap and ever so lovingly spanked me until I was begging him to make love to me again. Needless to say, that night we slept maybe two hours and nine months later our first beautiful little boy came into this world. Over the years we have always incorporated spanking and light D/s into our sexual foreplay, and have tried many different types of sexual toys as well as implements to spank my ass until its red hot and sometimes bruised. Our sex has always been passionate and wild between us and we both believe it's because we are willing to try new things with one another. One thing I can honestly say about our marriage. We have the utmost respect for one another and will back the other up no matter what. Outside of the bedroom we are equal and share equal responsibilities, always have. My husband has never tried or even entertained the notion of either truly dominating me or imposing any kind of actual punishment for not doing what he wanted or because he felt I was in need of a lesson. NEVER! I had never asked him to or wanted him to. For me, it's all about great sex and sharing a special bond only the two of us can have with one another. OK with all this said, now you all have a better insight into our marriage and yes our sex lives. That information will help you to understand Hubby and myself and our relationship while I relay to the best of my ability this story/episode in our lives. Like I had said before, all of our children are grown and either away in college or graduated and on their own. So hubby and I for the first time in 22 years have our home to ourselves with the exception of two beautiful long haired rag-doll cats and 3 shelties (little collie look a-likes) We have enjoyed the peace and quiet and at the same time missed the rambunctious roar of our household when the kids and their friends would hang out. But, as a mother, I have missed my children a great deal and the last one leaving the nest has been hard for me to adjust to. Hubby knows this and has been quite attentive to my needs since August. I however, have not been too receptive to his attention and have been increasingly becoming quite a handful, moody and restless not to mention a bit too grumpy with hubby. It seems for the last couple of months, well actually even before the last chickadee flew the coupe I have been quite grumpy and short with everyone. Hubby has noticed and knows where it's been coming from so has been very patient with me. When I have the tendency to become too much for him it usually only takes a word or two from him and I lighten up. I have never enjoyed upsetting him or making him angry in anyway…guess that's the natural submissive in me and he knows that, so he only has to mention my mood and I back off and get my composure back to normal. On Friday nights we bowl on a league, I don't get off work until 6:30 and we start bowling at 7:00 so we meet at the alley and drive our separate cars home, we usually finish by 10:00, stay and talk with the other members of our league and then head home or out for a bite to eat. Last week I was in a foul mood all day and by the time I met him at the bowling alley he could sense I was in no mood for anything. He kept a protective barrier between me and anyone else just in case I was unable to control my temper/mouth. I knew what he was doing and secretly was grateful since we have known these people for years and I really didn't want to embarrass either of us, but I was clearly not in the right frame of mind to care too much. Our team mates a married couple just a few years younger than us noticed my mood as well. Deanna, one of my closest friends and teammate took me aside during the last game and told me she had noticed my mood lately and had something for me that would help. I looked at her with a confused expression and she handed me a ball of something and told me to wait until I was alone to check it out, well I couldn't wait so I high-tailed it to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls, opened the ball in my hand to find a baggie full of POT!!!!!!! I was absolutely floored, could not believe Deanna had given me this, my first instinct was to flush it but something inside of me, the pot head teenager I used to be told me…no way dumb-ass, you'll really enjoy this and it will help your mood, chill out it will be ok.. Well, like a kid at Christmas, I could not wait to try it, it had been over 20 years since I had been high and I decided it was time I allow myself to enjoy it one more time. Of course, knowing the way my hubby felt about drugs in general, there was no way I was telling him about it. When we got ready to leave I told him I needed to stop at the store for a moment to pick something up, I can't even remember what it was I told him I was getting but I told him to go ahead and I would meet him at home. I rushed to a nearby convenient store and purchased a pack of cigarette papers, sat in the back of the parking lot and proceeded to roll a joint. I was nervous yet giddy at the same time and lit it up right then and there. I smoked about half of it when I realized I needed to get going, so I headed home finishing my joint and beginning to feel the effects of it. WHOAAAAAA!!! I was getting stoned fast, my eyesight began to get blurry and my lips and fingers began to tingle., my head started to spin and I realized at that moment, I cannot drive home, I had to pull over to the side of the road. I sat there really nervous and wasted for about 30 minutes and my cell phone rang, startled by the noise I jumped and with trembling hands picked up the phone. I knew it would be hubby and I knew I was going to have to tell him to come and get me. Oh shit, what am I going to say??? "Hello?" "Hi baby doll, where are ya?" "Hi babe, uh, I'm, uh." "Baby doll, where are you, are you OK?" "Uh, yeah babe, listen, I need to….uh, honey, I need you to come and get me." "Why, something wrong with the car?" "Uh, no…I'm not feeling really well and can't drive the rest of the way home." "OK, did you throw up?" "No, oh shit babe, I really messed up. Please just come and pick me up, I'll tell you all about it then." "Ok, sweetheart, I'm already on my way." We hung up and I sat back in the seat, my body almost like jelly and my head spinning causing my stomach to churn. Hubby got to me in less than 10 minutes, took one look at me and came running to the door. "You look terrible sweetie, lets get you home and in bed, are you running a fever?" (Placing the palm of his hand on my forehead and neck) I looked into his concerned eyes and knew I had to tell him the truth but at the time I wasn't able to speak very clearly and all I could concentrate on was NOT throwing up. My head spun and my stomach churned right along with it. Oh jeeze, I am so stupid! We get my car parked and me into the passenger's side of his car and head home. About 5 minutes into the drive he starts to look at me and I see he's thinking and sniffing. I don't say a word but every few seconds he looks over at me with this weird expression on his face. Finally after about 3 minutes of this he says. "What's that smell?" I know he knows and I swallow hard and sigh heavily not saying a word. He pulls into our driveway and gets out of the car, comes to my side, opens the door and helps me out, he leans into me and sniffs again and I see it, the fire and anger boiling in his eyes. He grabs me by the waist and takes me inside and helps get me into bed, never saying another word. As he leaves the bedroom he says. "We will talk about this tomorrow, get some sleep and you'll feel better in the morning." Saturday morning I wake up to my hubby sitting on my side of the bed holding a cup of coffee out for me to take. "Here, it's after 9, have some coffee, take a shower and meet me in the Den; we have to have a long talk." I gladly take the coffee from his hands and look into his eyes, he's not angry anymore but I can definitely see disappointment mixed with sadness and I immediately start to apologize and he holds his finger to my mouth. Very quietly,with a stern tone in his voice. "Sssh" "I don't want you to say one word about last night to me right now. Right now, I want you to drink your coffee and take a shower, when you are finished, come into the den and we will discuss things there." He looks at me with an expression I have only ever seen him use when he was punishing one of our children and adds "Is that clear, young lady?" Oh my God, my stomach felt like it was going to leap out of my throat and the only thing I could do was nod in agreement. "Good." He then leans over and kisses me on the forehead. "I'll be in the den waiting." My hands began to tremble, my mouth was dry and little beads of sweat started to form on my forehead as well as the palms of my hands. I was completely stunned to say the least but at the same time felt terrible because I knew I had messed up and he was really upset. I had lied to him and went behind his back and did something not only stupid but illegal as well. Sighhhh. I got up and quickly jumped in the shower not wanting to make either of us wait any longer for this discussion. As I walk into the den I see him sitting at the desk reading something, I look at the top of the desk and see some of our "toys" one of which is a paddle we never use. It's made of solid oak and has holes drilled throughout, the sting is way too intense even flicked lightly, and I never really liked it so we never use it anymore. Along side of the paddle is the leather strap and one of the canes we bought for play but have not used yet. I take a deep breath and trying to ease some of the tension I say smiling. "Hmmmm, are we in a playful mood this morning?" That was the wrong thing to say! He turns from the computer and stares daggers through me as he slowly, clearly and with a great deal of control states "Not this morning sweetheart, this morning you are going to learn what a REAL punishment feels like." I took like three steps back and looked at him with complete shock and choked on my words….. "Wwwhat? Pppunish? I…a…ummm….Punish me?" I really couldn't believe he had even suggested it let alone believed he was going to actually punish me. He realized what I was thinking and never moving from his position in his chair at the desk quietly spoke. "You think sneaking behind my back and lying to me as well as putting yourself in danger by ingesting a drug you have no clue where it actually came from and then attempting to drive a vehicle home while stoned is not a good enough reason to punish you?" I was almost breathless and my knees began to tremble a bit. I didn't know how to react or what to say. He was right of course, but he had never punished me in any way and I wasn't all too keen on the idea of being spanked, paddled, strapped and canned because I did something stupid and immature instead of because we were going to have really great sex. It's just something I never believed I would do or wanted him to do to me. The reality of the situation slowly began to sink in for me. This isn't something I want, but just maybe it's something I need. Ultimately, even in the center of all this turmoil and upset between us, we both knew I would be the one to make the decision on whether or not he was actually going to punish me. I took a deep breath and slowly sat down on the couch and stared at him for a long time, every emotion and feeling running through my veins. From shock to anger, to guilt, to sadness and finally acknowledgement. Tears began to form in my eyes as the emotions all ran through me and I looked at him. "Do you really want to punish me?" He got up from his chair and came over to me sitting beside me, took my hand and looked me in the eyes, softly but with resolve. "Baby doll, I don't want to punish you, I never felt it necessary and I certainly never entertained the thought until last night. Do you know what I did last night while you slept?" "No, what did you do" Choking back the tears that were threatening to overflow from my eyes, "I went through your purse and found the bag, flushed it and completely lost my cool, I was so angry with you and so hurt that you would lie to me and hide something like this from me, I have been up all night pacing, trying to calm myself and decided to go out for a while. I walked this neighborhood most of the night, thinking about what had happened and what could have happened to you and made the decision this would never happen again. You will never have the need to be so impulsive and stupid again, you will feel my disappointment and hopefully when it's all said and done you will have learned from this experience and never again try to escape from your feelings through drugs or any other outlet that is dangerous or illegal again. I don't want to punish you but I truly believe Baby doll, I need to and you need me to, when you're ready to admit that we can get started and put this episode behind us, hopefully for good." Now I am crying in full force, the guilt I'm feeling is overwhelming and the hurt in his voice and eyes are tearing me apart. I took a deep breath and shook my head not believing what was happening and what I was about to do. "Honey, I am so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you or even lie to you, this wasn't something I planned in advance, it just presented itself to me last night and I ran with it. I love you and I don't ever want to lose your trust or make you feel like this again." I paused for a moment and gathered all of my courage, looked him in the eye and with a shaky voice. "Honey, will you please punish me?" He nodded and hugged me close to him for a long time and took a breath as he rose from the couch and took my hand into his pulling me upright to stand facing him. "This is going to be a real punishment Baby doll, I'm not going to stop until I believe you have learned your lesson, do you understand me?" His whole demeanor firm and unwavering, I nodded in agreement, afraid to say anything and then looked down to the floor feeling like a five year old child who just got caught taking a cookie out of the cookie jar after being told no. Hubby placed his hand under my chin and slowly raised my face until my eyes returned to his and smiled at me, yet I could see the sadness and sheer determination in his eyes. It felt so strange for me to see him look at me that way. In that instant I truly did feel like a child who had disappointed her father. A flood of new and raw emotions came bubbling to the service and I began to cry even harder. Something inside me just began to rip in two and I had this overwhelming need to be sure he knew I truly was sorry for hurting both of us. Hubby felt the tension and hugged me close to his body for a moment, I looked into his eyes and in a voice I had never heard before, this tiny insecure little girl whisper.. "I love you, I'm sorry I hurt us both." First Punishment Hubby kissed the top of my head and walked me to the corner of the room, as he began to position me where he wanted, reached in the waistband of my sweats and pulled them down and off of me completely. (I don't ever wear panties, so I was naked from the waste down) he sighed lightly and cleared his throat… "You're forgiven Baby doll, where going to get through this together. Now stand here and think about what brought us to this moment and remember, I love you too, you're my life." I realized at that moment he had stuck me nose first in the corner. I swear to you, throughout all this turmoil and mess I've created my first thought was….He just put me in the damn corner. We don't even do this in play, he's really serious about this. Then in that instant I realized, so was I. Let me tell you about standing in the corner, knowing you have done something terribly wrong and hurtful to the most important person in the world to you and realizing that in a few minutes that same person is going to inflict a true punishment that is going to hurt, a lot. Fear, the thought of jumping out of the window, anger, every emotion you can have that is negative starts to run through your mind and overpower your sole until sooner or later you are basically forced to stand there and endure what seems like a lifetime of nothing but going over and over and over again the terrible thing you had done that put you there in the first place. To say the least, it really isn't a good feeling. I guess hubby had been watching me because once I truly believed I deserved whatever he was going to give me and resigned myself to the reality of what was about to happen, my body relaxed a bit and I heard him moving around behind me. In this low, stern and almost harsh voice.. "Come here and stand in front of me." I jumped at first from the sound in the quiet of the room and trembled just a bit as I heard the tone in his voice, my throat is dry again and now there are like 10,000 butterflies running around in my stomach. I felt like I was going to wet myself as I turned around afraid to look at his face and very slowly walk to the couch where he's sitting. In a much quieter yet very stern voice… "Look at me." I take a deep breath bracing myself for the sad and disappointed look I know I'm going to see and look him right the eyes. Yep, I was right, the tears started flowing the second I saw those usually smiling and sparkly blue eyes. He looks tired and sad and my heart aches for both of us at that moment. My natural instincts want to take over. I want to hug him and kiss him tenderly and tell him everything is ok and make him feel good again but I know better, I know it won't be good or right until we both get passed this. The tears keep flowing but I stand there quietly, waiting patiently for his next words. He doesn't say anything just looks into my eyes almost reading my thoughts and gently but with a firm grip takes my left wrist and moves me to his right side. I felt like I was in a dream, we never lost eye contact until he gently glided me over his lap. My stomach flipped about 20 times in that moment and I jumped like 10 feet when I felt his hand on my bare bottom. Now remember, it's not like we have never done this part before, this is a natural thing for us, this is what we do for play almost every night. So why in the world am I having such a difficult time? This is real, the feelings, the emotions, the reality of all of this is powerful and very frightening, we are both feeling them and in a way having to experience something new separately yet together. I feel remorse, regret, fear and a ton of guilt, while he's feeling sadness, disappointment, protective and determined to teach the one person he loves more in this world a lesson he should never have to teach. This is not play acting, or fun or even sexual by a long shot, this is real and it's painful and what makes it so hard is its necessary. Neither of us are looking forward to the next step but ready or not…. "SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK" Six hard and heavy swats slap down on my bare and very cold behind in different places stinging my entire backside in the course of about Six seconds. I jump and squirm and kick my legs as they land one after the other, He grabs my waist tighter and leans forward and begins to really pepper my rear end with fast stingy smacks from his hand. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack By this time I'm really kicking and trying to get off his lap and screaming… "no no please that really hurts, it's too much, it's too much. I'm sorry, I really am." The tears are now flowing even harder burning my eyes as my ass stings and burns like never before. My heart aches and the remorse and guilt rush to the surface of my being. Quietly yet with that harsh determined voice "This is supposed to hurt, it's going to get much worse before we're through." Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack He finally stopped smacking my now very sore bottom and begins to rub it just a little, I feel him reach over and then I feel cold soft wood on my bottom. I know it's that paddle and my whole body tenses. I feel him push me forward so that he can place his leg over mine and grab me even tighter to his body and then… CRACK CRACK I jump and scream… "oooh please don't use the paddle, please sweetheart, I'm begging you, I can't take that please." CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK By now I'm a sobbing mess on his lap, still fighting for all it's worth and not succeeding in moving more than an inch either way. I'm beating the floor with my fists trying hard to accept this pain. He stops for a moment and rubs my bottom… "Am I getting through to you yet Babe?" I practically scream "Yes Sir!" I was totally shocked as was hubby I'm sure but right at that moment, it felt right. I have only ever used that term when we are playing and I'm in character. He raised his arm and I cried…. "Pleeeease????" CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK I heard the paddle hit the floor and felt his hands one rubbing my burning bottom and the other massaging my shoulders as I sob over his lap repeating over and over again how sorry I am. After about ten minutes or so and my sobs have turned to quiet hiccups hubby slowly releases my waist and removes his leg from over my legs, clears his throat and in a quiet and still sad voice… "Get up sweetheart, I want to you to go lie over the desk and grab onto the other side." I get off his lap and in total disbelief look at him and begin to protest when he places a hand over my mouth. "Shhh, remember Baby doll, until I say you have learned your lesson." I begin to cry again and hang my head as I walk to the desk and place my very sore and achy body over the top. As I lay over the top of the desk trembling from the chill in the room, the massive stinging in my rear end and the overwhelming emotions that are filling the air with a sad form of tension. I try to bury my face in my crossed arms. I'm crying softly and wishing beyond hope Hubby will have a change of heart and come over and hold me tightly. Not yet, I wasn't getting out of this that easily. I can hear Hubby shift in his seat as he takes in a deep breath. "Well, was it worth it?" Do you really think that stunt you pulled last night was worth all of this today? I lay there and listen to his words spoken with a great deal of emotion and just a hint of anger mixed with fear. I was shocked, I hadn't given any thought to the fact that Hubby was really scared of what I had done. I knew he was pissed off, he detests drugs of any kind. I knew he was hurt that I lied to him. I knew he was disappointed with me for the terrible decision I had made, but I never dreamt he was scared and I wasn't sure at what. I turned my head to look in his direction and whispered. "Why do you have fear in your voice? What's going on honey? He shot up off the couch like a cannon and came over to my face, knelt down until we were eye level and took another deep breath before practically hissing at me… "You were out in a strange neighborhood at almost 11:00 at night, ALONE! and sitting in a dark parking lot at a seedy convenient store rolling and smoking a JOINT full of a drug you have no idea where it actually came from or what was in it! And you have the nerve to ask me why I sound frightened?!?!?! You could have been mugged, raped or even KILLED! I had no idea where you were and if I hadn't of called I may never have found you. What if your cell phone was dead? Or better yet, you forgot it at home like you usually do. I can't even begin to describe to you the hundreds of scenarios that could have taken place. All of which could have led to the worst outcome possible. I love you Baby doll, I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you for something that can be prevented. (I think this would be a good time to let you all know, Hubby is a Paramedic, has been for 27 yrs. and has seen it all. He has had nightmares from some of the tragedies and horrible acts of human kind on the streets at night. For him to react this harshly is not only warranted but extremely justified.) His face was beginning to flush and I can see his neck twitching and I realized I should have kept my big mouth shut. He pulls himself up and straightens his clothes, wipes his brow and regroups while he gets his composure back to normal. He walks to the table by the couch and picks up the leather strap. This is one of my favorite toys when used right. It's about 14 inches long and 3 inches wide, made of soft pliable leather on one side and stiff harder leather on the other. By right I mean, after a nice long and rewarding warm up with lots of kisses and rubs in all the right places. Then slowly and ever so lightly one strike at a time continually increasing the speed and swing of the leather until I'm squirming and purring and so hot and wet I can't take anymore. Now, under those circumstances I can take that strap pretty fast and hard after a while and there have been many a night I have slept on my belly due to the welts and bruises it has left. I looked at the strap in his hand and looked at Hubby, his posture and demeanor both saying one thing; this is serious business and there will be no loving and tingly warm up first. I was truly frightened at the sight of the strap and the realization of this situation; I did the only thing I could think to do at a time like this. CRY! Of course I wasn't just lying there stoically crying, the fear and adrenaline that accompanied that fear had me jump upright off the top of the desk and backing up toward the wall beside it. Hubby, bless his heart…he looked at me and I guess he realized just how scared I was and knew I was already hurting both physically and emotionally so he stood there holding that blasted strap in his hands and stared at me waiting patiently. After about two minutes of me sniffling and crying softly and his heavy breathing I finally couldn't take the silence and taste of that fear any longer. While crying softly and choking back the sobs. "Honey, please, don't you think I've learned my lesson? He stood there for about 10 seconds looking at me, almost like he was considering it or something, not quite sure, but I did see the softness creep back into his face and the love in his eyes, the sadness seemed to be dissipating and then in the blink of an eye he went right back to that almost harsh and determined demeanor and as he spoke the tone even more determined. "When you're ready to continue, you can place yourself back over the desk. I've already told you twice, this punishment is over when I say it's over. We can stand here all day Baby doll or we can get this over with and put it all behind us. The decision is entirely up to you. I for one would be a lot happier holding you in my arms." Sighhhhhhhh Damn my ass hurts, ok miss smarty pants, you did this to yourself, finish this, he's not going to kill you, you can take this. Tears falling from my eyes, I take a few labored breaths and walk very slowly back to the front of the desk and place myself over, leaning forward and grabbing onto the drawers on the other side, I know my ass is red and blotchy, I can feel it and I know it's sticking straight up in the air directly in front of that damn strap. Once he's sure I'm in place he walks over to my left side and gently runs his fingers down my bottom to my thighs, gently opens my legs until they are about 6 inches apart from one another and then I hear him take a breath as I hold my own. SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT Two fast and hard white lines of fire land on the under curve of my ass just where my thighs meet and I scream….. "OWWWWWWWWW Ooooooh Ouch, Ouch, SHIT that hurrrrrts! Oh God baby please not so hard! SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT Two more in the exact same areas. Then before I'm able to register that pain and scream my breath is literally taken away… SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT Six more fast and harsh over both the center of my thighs, I begin to kick and squirm rolling over on each side trying desperately to fan some air to the burning pain that's radiating through my legs…..Tears flooding the surface of the desk. "NOOOOOOOO, please, please, please honey, I'm sorry I'm sooooo sorry, please stop, pleaseeeease??!!!" Not a word spoken by Hubby, I hear him move to my right side and again his arm raises and I grab onto the edge of the drawer handles as hard as I can trying to brace myself….. SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT SWOOOSH…SPLATTTT Twelve more just as hard and fast as the first ten from the very top of my ass all the way to the bottom of my thighs, I can feel the welts forming as the white burning pain turns to a dull throb and I absolutely loose it and jump off the desk, crying and jumping up and down trying for all it's worth to cool off the burning sting that's radiating from behind. Hubby drops the strap and calmly walks to me, wraps me up in his arms and holds me close to him while I sob and bawl like a baby, gently rubbing my bottom with his hand… "Shhh, Shhh, it's almost over Baby doll, you're doing really well and I'm proud of you for allowing me to help you." He pulls back so he can lift my chin and look me in the eyes, he gently kisses my nose and tucks the stray hairs that always seem to be falling into my eyes behind my ears. "Shhhh, ok now, lets finish this." I gasp and pull back from him… "Fffinish this? (New fresh tears streaming down my eyes as my legs tremble and my body shakes.) "Yes Baby doll, six with the cane and I think this lesson will be over with and we can put this all behind us and move forward." Holding my face in his hands and kissing me gently on the lips. "When you're ready, let me know." I look deep into his eyes and can see this is killing him as much as it is me. I take a step back and really look at him. He's drawn and breathing hard like he's trying to keep his composure and someone inside him is fighting him tooth and nail. He's like a warrior doing battle. It's not a pleasant sight to see at any time, but when you know that battle is the direct cause of something you did it makes it a thousand times harder to look at. I decide to hurry this up for his sake now more than my own. I hold my head up, straighten my back and wipe the tears from my eyes, walk back to the desk and bend over the front edge, making sure to stick my hips out so that my bottom is at a sufficient height for him and then I wait. The fear now replaced with sheer determination to see this through and get to the other side with him so we can move forward together. I hear him move behind me and know he's holding the cane. I close my eyes tightly and try with all my might not to tense my bottom as the first strike of the cane bites like a shark into my tender and throbbing backside. SWOOOOSH…..CRACK The cane landed on the center of my right cheek and I felt the thud then the worst of it follows behind and a line of fire shoots to my very core. I can't help it, I jump up and start screaming grabbing my bottom and quickly letting go because it hurts too much to touch. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooow!!! Oh God no no no no no no I can't take this, Oh God no. Please honey, please no more." Hubby gently moves forward and placing a hand on my back guides me to the desk and helps lean me forward, not saying a word he raises the cane again and… SWOOOOSH…..CRACK SWOOOOSH…..CRACK Two more one following the other left cheek then back to my right cheek just under the first line of fire. The pain is almost unbearable and I fall to my chest on the desk, a sobbing mess. I don't plead anymore or even try to fight it, I'm worn out and sore and my heart can't take anymore. I lay there crying… "Please, just finish this, Please Sweetheart." I bury my face in my arms and force myself to lay there and not move… SWOOOOSH…..CRACK Another line of fire across my left cheek just under the first then before I can react… SWOOOOSH…..CRACK SWOOOOSH…..CRACK The last two just under my cheeks first the right then the left and I hear the sound of something crack. I try to catch my breath and turn my head to him standing behind me with tears flowing down his cheeks holding two pieces of the cane in each of his hands. I try to get up to go to him but I'm stiff and my legs are still too shaky. "Oh God! Honey please come to me, I can't move, I need to feel you, please hold me." He rushes to my side and very gently helps me off the desk and picks me up, he walks us to the couch and sits down as I curl myself in his lap, hugging him for all it's worth. "I love you Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I caused all of this. I swear to you, never again. I'll never give you a need to punish me again. Do you forgive me?" He's rubbing my back and hair, choking back the tears and kisses me on top of my head. "Baby doll, I forgave you before it even happened. I'm sorry I was so hard on you, you understand why, don't you?" I pull back and look up into his beautiful blue eyes and attempt to smile at him through all the tears. "I wouldn't have it any other way." First Punishment Scenario; We are staying at a high class hotel in London. I am trying to repay for my mistakes, and I am currently in punishment. 15:00 We check in, and shown to your room. We walk in, close the door, and I stand there, staring at the floor, waiting until you give me an order. You go and check out the room, and when you have explored enough you come back to me. You lift my chin with your index finger, so I look in your eyes. You move so your lips are centimetres away from my ear and you whisper, "Now slut, you are to be punished. If you do not please me COMPLETELY this time, there will be no next time." "Yes Mistress." Walking away, you say, " Now, get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are, and follow me." Of course I do exactly as you say, trying to make my bad behaviour up to you as much as possible. You sit on the corner of the amazingly soft and oversized bed, and I kneel beside you waiting for your next command. You ignore me, and turn to your bag. I can't see what it is you are doing, so I wait patiently. You then place something over my head, and I soon realise it is a mask of some kind, and once fully on, it is just my mouth that is not covered from the material. I start to bite my lip in anticipation. "Open your mouth slut!" As I do, you shove a ball gag in it. "That looks better." I think that is all you want to do with me now, but you pin my hands behind my back and handcuff them together. "You see slut, you displease me, so you do not deserve to touch, see, or taste anything of mine." With that, you stand and leave me whilst you do whatever you wish to please yourself. 16:15 "I'm going for a shower now bitch. Thats right, I'm going to be naked so close to you. Don't you just wish you could see my body?" I nod my head, the thought of you fills me head more vividly than it was a second ago. I kneel there, as my breathing becomes heavier, my pussy is getting wet, and I start to moan from my lust. You come out, and I sense you are close to me with the heat of the shower coming from you. I can smell the perfume of the soap, which makes me wriggle to try and stop my wanting pussy. Watching me struggle, you laugh, and drop the towel on the floor harder than necessary, inches away from me. The thud makes me aware of what it is, and the realisation you are naked right before me almost sends me over the edge. You have me hanging on to your every word, your every movement. I have never experienced such intensity like this before. I am so grateful to my Mistress. 16:40 "Now slut, stay there and be a good bitch. Remember this is part of your punishment. You are not meant to enjoy this... although I'm sure you still are! I'm going to work, I suggest you sleep now instead of later! You know how much that displeases me! I want to play when I want to play. An asleep slave isn't good enough for anything. Understand?" I nod yes continuously until I hear the door shut. 17:00 I take my Mistress's kind advice/ admittance and sleep. 00:32 I hear the door open and before you have time to shut it, I am sat kneeling upright. You shut the door and walk over to the dresser, to which one of your favourite bottles of wine is waiting for you. You grab a glass, and come to sit on the bed next to me. "Urgh what a stressful day!" You take my handcuffs off and command me to take your shoes off. I'm still in the mask with no eye holes, so this becomes a much more challenging task than it may appear. I also do not want to touch any part of your body, as that has not been permitted. Or should I say, I want nothing more than to touch you, but it is not what has been asked of me. I fumble around, and somehow manage to do what was asked of me without touching you. I turn my body and place the shoes next to each other out of the way. "Hmm... good bitch" you say in slight pleasure as you take another sip from your glass of wine. "I wonder if you can undo my trousers without touching me...except, use your teeth this time bitch." Knowing where I found your feet, I had a vague idea as to where they still were, so crawled round to where I thought your legs would be apart. With no other idea as to spacial awareness, I had no other option than to go mouth first in to the direction where I thought your button was. You must have known I would have been so wrong! I found your pussy instead. SMACK! "tut tut tut! you disappoint me yet again slut!" you say angrily as you smack my face. I attempt to say how sorry I am, but the gag makes the words muffled. "Stand up and turn away from me." I do so, and instantly know what is going to happen. SMACK! SMACK! You smack me hard on each of my ass cheeks. "Turn around and kneel again" I do as I am told, and as soon as I am in the correct position, you grab my head and direct my mouth to the buttons of your trousers. Not wanting to displease you any more, I focus on my previous command and undo your button and zip with my teeth. I then lean back and wait for your next command, knowing that all you asked was to undo your trousers, and not to take them off. "Hmm, better, but I just want to be out of these clothes now." You stand and undress yourself with me still kneeling a foot away from you. You can see my excitement building as I twitch, wriggle and moan knowing what is happening. Now naked, you chuckle to yourself as you look down and see the quivering mess I am. You're then suddenly reminded of your stressful day as your neck clicks whilst looking upon me. Another grin is on your face as you realise how you could easily relieve your stress, and punish me to highest level. With no hesitation, you place a foot either side of my kneeling body, grab my head with both hands, and press the ball gag on to your pussy. You move my head in any direction you need it to go in, to make you feel good. Meanwhile, I'm going completely stir crazy, as you know I would do, breathing heavily, moaning, now dripping wet, and trying my hardest to move the ball of out the way so my tongue could taste your sweet pussy. I cant of course, which infuriates me, and excited you more. I start to feel more pressure against my face as you grind you hips against the ball even more. This goes on for a few minutes, but you know it is not enough to get you off. You take my ball gag off as I presume and hope you want me to use your tongue and mouth on your cunt. I am transfixed by the smell, and lick my ever hopeful lips for what I hope will happen. With my head full of wonder, I am unaware that you moved back to your bag to retrieve something else. You place something over my head, and on my mouth, I know its a cock. I almost cum right there! You still haven't actually touched me, and still I am almost coming. You move back to where you were stood, one foot on either side of my body, whilst lining up and inserting the cock inside you. I can feel it go inside you, I can smell your cunt, and yet I can do nothing more. You command me to fuck you slow and hard, making sure to use the whole length of the strap on. I do as I am told, knowing that this is all about your pleasure! You let out a deep moan as it begins to fill you. As I continue doing this, your cunt is getting wetter and wetter, and your moans louder and louder. Your legs begin to feel weak, so you lay down on the bed with your legs still able to touch the floor, your now aching pussy exposed, waiting for me to find you and to be guided back in to your wonderful hole. When I return to it, I sense that you need more momentum in order to get you off, so I move my head back and forth with more meaning, wanting to please you, wanting to make you cum. You seem to appreciate this as your breathing becomes more sporadic and moans shorter yet louder. Your hips are now bucking against my face, grinding against me. All this time my hands have been free, but have stayed behind my back as I have not had permission to use them. However, I sense your body wanting and needing release. I bring my hands up in the air where you can see them, and mumble "Mistress?" You look down and moan, "Yes, yes you fucking bitch, flick my clit with your fingers." I do just that. I use my index finger to circle and flick your clit as quick as I possibly can, still maintaining the persistent fucking of the cock strapped around my head. You lean down and grab the back of my head, and force me in to you with more force than I was before. "Oh fuck! Yes thats it you dirty slut, Oh! Please your Mistress! Mmm, Oh, Yes, FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" You shake as your orgasm takes you to a wonderful, blissful high. I move back, taking my wet fingers, and the soaking cock with me, and kneel back to where I was before, except now, leaving a wet patch where I am. I wait for further orders, wanting you to fully enjoy that "just fucked" moment, hoping I have done well, and hoping that I pleased you. X Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 01 My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me as a punishment -- Tarek. * Rashida had been our family maid even before my birth. She twenty four when I was born, and from pictures that I saw later, the young maid Rashida was a comely lass. She was a chubby woman, but the weight had been in the proper places. So she had seen me as a baby, as a toddler and a child growing up. However, our story really started when I was eighteen, and she was forty-two -- one of those middle aged women who were the object of every teenage boy's wettest dreams. I had just hit puberty some time ago, a late bloomer, and suddenly I became aware of a whole new world. Girls were suddenly not just with cooties, but with boobies and booties. Your whole world was suddenly filled with new images of big breasts and exposed navels and the sari riding into the butt crack. Every woman around me suddenly radiated a charm and a magnetic pull towards her chest that I was constantly in a state of arousal. In India, internet wasn't as developed as it is today, so every afternoon, I would come home from school, lock my door and jack off to the thoughts of Madhuri Dixit or my English teacher Mrs. Geeta Patel and her hot melons. Lately, I started to notice Rashida as well. We also kept a young maid called Rubina who would come in once in a while. Rubina was just a young scrawny thing; her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Otherwise she had no figure to speak of, and her breasts were tiny apples. Rashida on the other hand -- she was bigger, and filled out quite nicely. Being older, she was also more carefree with her appearance, with more skin exposed -- back, navels -- and she had big breasts that were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. Rashida's blouse was always a size small for her boobs, and her cleavage was always visible, even more when it was just I who was around. One afternoon there was no one home except the two maids --Rubina and Rashida. Rashida opened the front door; I grunted a greeting and went to my room. Carefully shutting the door I stripped off my clothes so I was completely nude, ready to begin masturbating. Mrs. Patel had been extra sexy that day. She had worn a dress shirt and a tight skirt that clung to her small ass and rose to her knees, and the windows of the classroom had been open. An occasional gust of wind through the room would suddenly blow her skirt up, and we could even see the outline of her white panties. Of course she would just laugh and flatten her skirt down again, not knowing what affect it was having on us. There was a scrum before English class -- even the normally backbenchers would fight to sit at the front row. So there I was at my desk, seated on my cushy leather chair, with my rod in my hand. I rubbed and stroked my cock, thinking of Mrs. Patel and Rashida. In my fantasies, Rashida was cleaning the school room and finds Mrs. Patel alone in a classroom and they start making out. I could see Rashida kiss Mrs. Patel, remove her skirt and spank her ass. I stroked my cock harder and harder, and started to mumble, "Oh, Rashida! Oh, Mrs. Patel! Oh, Rashida!" Suddenly, the door flew open. It was Rashida, and she had a broom in her hand. She had meant to clean the room, and had knocked. Unfortunately that day, I had forgotten to lock and bolt the door, and Rashida's knock had sent it open. She walked in, and stood transfixed at the sight in front of her. Here I was, eyes shut, repeatedly rubbing my weenie, and murmering "Mrs. Patel! Rashida!" when she had walked in! And there she was -- dressed in a green sari, tucked over to one side as she had been working hard. Her big stomach and belly button completely exposed, as was my Rashida's style. Her bosom was heaving, and I could see a little sweat on the blouse material around her arm pits due to her maid work. Now she stood starting at my exposed nakedness, and a sly smile creeping to her lips. Oh I was scared. My dick immediately flopped. Would she tell my parents? "Oh, bua, please, I am sorry." I immediately started to apologize to her, using the respectful term bua. I usually called the maids by their names, but here I was, calling them bua. I did not think then what I thought later -- why was I apologizing to her? She had barged into my room. "I am so sorry, bua." I cried. "Please it won't happen again. Please don't tell my parents." "Well, baba," Rashida replied, "this is highly unusual, you know." She always called me 'baba'. "Please, please, I am so sorry. You see, I don't know what came over me. Please, I will never do this again." I was close to blubbering. Rashida smiled. I noticed she made no move to leave the door, as a normal maid would have had she interrupted her master's private moments. Instead, she towered over me, completely dominating the situation. I also realized the door was still open, and Rubina could walk in any time as well. "This is not something good you are doing," Rashida stated. "I will have to think about this. Wait here." She turned to leave the room, and then turned back to command me in a very cold voice. "I don't want to see you MOVE from that chair, OK? Otherwise it won't be good for you." She left. To my surprise, I realized my penis was throbbing, slowly rising again. Her commanding voice and domineering nature was turning me on! I decided to disobey her and crept to the door, trying to hear what was happening. Rashida went to the kitchen, where Rubina was cutting some vegetables. I heard the two maids talking. Taking my chance, I decided to clothe myself. Whatever the situation, it wouldn't do good to remain undressed. I had just put on my underwear when I heard the front door slam -- and I froze. What happened? Did my parents come back? "Didn't I tell you NOT TO MOVE?" It was Rashida, and she was back at my door. There was anger in her eyes and steel to her voice. "Oh, bua! I..." I started to mumble something, and then dropped my trousers, so I was now only in an underwear. "I thought ..." "I just sent Rubina to the market, to fetch something." Rashida announced. So the door I had heard shutting was Rubina leaving for the market. "So Rubina won't be back for at least an hour. And then I return to find you ...." Rashida stopped speaking in mid-sentence and looked at me. Again, a slow smile crept to her pouty lips. And then, to my surprise, she turned around as if to exit the room, her back now to me. "I think," Rashida announced, as she was leaving my room, "I better tell your parents and let them deal with this." Oh no, no! In a trice I was on my knees, throwing my arms around her legs. "No, no bua! Please don't! Please don't tell my parents!" I blubbered. "I will do anything, ANY thing! I am so sorry, bua." "Idiot!" Rashida had turned around and once again there was fury in her chubby face. "I almost fell!" "So sorry, bua!" I continued to apologize, kneeling on the floor and looking up at her gigantic melons. "Please, I will do anything for you." "Hmm." Rashida slowly bent over so her breasts were now inches away from my face. I noticed she did not tell me to get up -- she liked me on the floor, on my knees, begging for mercy. "Baba!" She said. "I told you not to move from the chair, yet you got up and so you disobeyed me. What happens to boys who disobey their elders?" Gulp! I swallowed. "Er, bua, they get punished?" "Exactly!" Rashida beamed. "And before that, I caught you masturbating. What happens to boys with little dicks who get caught masturbating by their maids?" "Um, they get punished?" I looked at her eyes, hoping for an answer. "Correct again! Now," Rashida smiled now, "Would you rather let your parents know about this and punish you, or would you rather not let them know, but get punished by me, your maid servant?" "Oh, of course, you, bua, you!" I was so relieved that Rashida was not going to report me to my parents that the words came out of my mouth like a torrent. "Please punish me. Please slap me, please beat me, please whip me! Do anything! I would rather be punished by you! It would be a dream.." I shut up, biting what I was about to say. I always had a fascination with big and powerful women. "Well, my boy," Suddenly Rashida reached out and grabbed my right ear. She twisted it hard, so hard that I cried out 'Ow', and pulled me to my feet by the ear. "I am going to punish you, as I see fit, when I see fit. I will punish you whenever I want, however I want. Is that ok with you, baba?" "Yes, bua, yes. Please punish me as you like bua, I am all yours to be punished. You do what you want to me. Oh, ow! My ear!" I caught her hand as continued to twist my ear. "Bua, it hurts." "Oh, it will hurt, baba." Rashida said grimly. "Don't touch my hands, that will cost you extra." She gave my ear another pull. I dropped my hands to my side, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I was also extremely turned on by the thought of this big, chubby, beautiful maid with big breasts dominating me. My phallus started to rise again and poked its head through the slit in my underwear. Rashida saw it. "Baba, we will have to do something about your soldier." She raised another hand. Now both of my ears were being twisted. I was now dark red, face flushed with shame. Rashida then stopped twisting my ears. "Baba, now tell me why I will punish you first. Start with you disobeying me." "Bua, you told me to remain naked in my chair while you went out of the room." I answered her, my ears stinging. "I disobeyed you. I am very sorry bua, and I deserve whatever punishment you give me." "Ten slaps." Rashida announced. "And listen carefully baba, after each slap, you will count it, thank me, apologize for your mistake and ask for another slap. And if you miss..." Rashida made a slapping motion with her hand, "another extra slap! You don't want extra slaps, do you baba?" "Yes, bua. I mean, no, bua. I mean, whatever you wish, bua. I am yours to be punished." "Good, baba. Now, show your cheek." Grimacing, I stood as Rashida raised a hand and slowly rubbed it against my cheek. She took her time, building my anticipation and fear. She then raised her hand. I waited, reading myself for a painful smack to my cheek. Slap! It was sudden and quick. Even though I was waiting for it, Rashida moved fast. She slapped me hard -- a loud smack that left a large red mark on my embarrassed face. "One," I remembered to count. "Thank you for slapping me, bua. I am very sorry I disobeyed you, I deserve to be slapped. Please slap me again." "Of course, baba." Slap! "Two. Thank you, bua. I deserve this for not listening to you. Please slap me again." Slap! Slap! Slap! And so it continued. Ten slaps, each of which made me blush deeply. It was such a humiliation -- to be slapped by your busty maid -- the normally docile maid who usually takes your orders, gets your tea, and makes your bed -- and here she was slapping my face, punishing me for masturbating. I wonder what anyone would say if they could see Rashida and me then. "Ten. Thank you, bua. I deserve your punishment. Please slap me again." "Ten is quite enough, baba." Rashida stopped, looking at me. I was bravely trying to hold back my tears or even squirm, even though my cheeks were burning with pain and shame. I had now been slapped by a maid, and I had even thanked her for it! Rashida walked and sat down on my bed. She beckoned at me to come closer to her. My wiener was now hard, and Rashida could see the bulge in my underwear. "Tell me," Rashida commanded, "What were you masturbating to?" "I ... I ..." I stammered. Rashida threateningly raised a hand, and I replied quickly. "I was thinking about Mrs. Patel, my English teacher." I told Rashida about Mrs. Patel's short skirt and wind blowing it up. "I heard my name too." Rashida reminded me. Shamed-facedly, I told Rashida the truth. "I was thinking of you and Mrs. Patel. You were kissing her, slapping her ass, playing..." "Well," Rashida smiled. "I don't know if I will be slapping her ass, but certainly your ass is going to get some action. Go, get me that ruler." She pointed to a ruler I had on my desk. Silently I picked it up and handed it to Rashida. She grabbed me and pulled me on to her lap. I felt her nails on the waistband of my underwear, which she pulled down to my knees. Now my ass was completely naked and totally exposed to be paddled. My penis was buried between her legs as I lay over her knees, awaiting my punishment. Rashida placed a hand on my butt, slowly patting it. "Baba, you do know it's wrong for you to think of me that way. I have seen you since you were a kid." "Yes, bua." I answered in what I thought was an apologetic voice. "I am ashamed of myself. Please forgive me." "Baba, I will start with thirty canings from this ruler." Rashida told me, completely ignoring my abject apology. "Please count them out loud." I next felt her hand stroking my upturned bottom, then SWAT! It surprised me and all I said was "Ouch." "Baba, you forgot to count that caning, so I will repeat it after you apologize. Do you understand?" "I am so sorry, Rashida." I replied. SWAT! SWAT! I felt two hard quick swats as Rashida said, "From now on, you will ALWAYS address me as bua, and NEVER call my by name. Those two canings will also not count." "Yes, bua, I am so sorry, bua, I do understand." I started to babble. "Do I need to apologize after each caning, and ask for another one as well, bua? Please do forgive my errors, bua." Rashida patted my bum appreciatively. "You are learning fast, baba." "Yes, bua." I replied. I was completely at her mercy, ready to do as she asked of me. "That's a lot better. Here we go again, baba, with thirty strokes." SWAT! "One. I am sorry bua, I was masturbating, thinking about you. Please punish me again." SWAT! "Two. I am so ashamed, bua, I am so sorry. Please punish me again." Then my paddling began in earnest. Rashida alternated between each ass cheek, and I had to count all of the canings out loud. My bottom started to sting after ten strokes. I was now crying and squirming, all thoughts of bravery lost. I missed a count and she swatted again. At the end of my paddling she said, "Stand up, and walk over to the corner with your hands on top of your head." I did as she said, my underwear falling to the floor as I made over to the corner. I stood there in the "dunce" position, my hands over my head, completely humiliated. After ten minutes of standing still, I could feel her hands on my red bum, admiring her spanking. Then she turned me around so my erect cock was now facing her. "Let's do something about this." She said, and opened my desk drawer where I had hidden a box of condoms that I used when masturbating. How Rashida knew about this I did not know. Rashida pulled out a condom and placed it on me. She wrapped her hands around my balls and started to stroke them. After a few caresses I couldn't take it anymore and shot my cum into the condom. That was the first of many punishments I was to receive at the hands of Rashida bua. When I did not of course report about my humiliation at her hands to my parents, Rashida knew she had a hold over me. She now owned me. But of course each session is another story by itself.