8 comments/ 35420 views/ 8 favorites Punished by Mrs. Riker By: boudin5 "You're being sent to Mrs. Riker," she spoke softly. "You have exceeded your limit of infractions on your 'Q sheet' and the staff here at Britain Acres has deemed it necessary." Olga Swensen was a quiet mannered office attendant who gave employees their assignments. "You are to bring this form and give it to Mrs. Riker tomorrow morning promptly at 9:00 AM." I had come to Britain Acres several months prior, and felt damn lucky to be hired on as a live-in groundskeeper and all-purpose 'fix it man'. I would mow and care for the extensive 2 acre lawn & garden, fix leaky faucets, electrical outlets, or any other problem which might arise. In return, I was given a moderate salary, daily meals at the commissary, and a small cottage as living quarters. This may sound a bit military or at the very least too regimented, but that was quite alright with me, considering that the entire staff was made up of women. Doctors, nurses, interns, trainers and therapists, all female. That fact alone was like a dream come true for me. I was plenty lucky, that's for sure. All I had to do was keep up the garden, see to the furnace & electrical system, and maybe some sanding & painting now and then. The rest of the time I could spend in my room, go out walking, or just wander the grounds gazing in on activities. Or so I thought... What I didn't realize was how serious they were about the 'Q sheet'. More or less a checklist itemizing rules, guidelines and instructions regarding daily procedure. It had things like: "Breakfast - 6:00 to 8:00 AM", "Uniform & Name-tag - Mandatory" and "Bedtime - 10:30 PM". I complied for the first few days, but after a while I started giving in to the frequent, pleasant encounters with the staff, not to mention the total pastoral atmosphere of the place. And so duties took a back seat to euphoria. I would stay up late surfing the internet, show up for breakfast well after 8:00, and the uniform didn't seem all that important, ofttimes I'd just wear my jeans & t-shirt while doing chores. I didn't know that on each occasion I was getting a checkmark on my 'Q sheet'. Known as an "infraction". And that's why I found myself standing in front of Olga Swensen's desk, listening to her read me the law. "...and before you go to see her, you'd better be sure you are clean from head to toe." she paused, then explained, "Mrs. Riker does not tolerate shabbiness." With that, she handed me the form, directions to Mrs. Riker's office, and sent me to my cabin, reminding me to be on time. I went to my quarters, made myself a light dinner from stuff I had saved in the fridge, and after relaxing a while, got ready for a nice hot bath. While soaking in the tub, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was in store for me in the morning. Who was this Mrs. Riker? What was she going to do to me? Was I going to be punished? The more I thought about it, the more a strange feeling of dread came over me. After the bath I took a shower, then decided to stop thinking about it. After all, what could I do about it now? Right, nothing. So I set my alarm and went to bed hoping everything would be okay, and that tomorrow I'd be dealt with reasonably. Morning came and for once I was at breakfast on time. Enjoyed the food as much as I could under the circumstances. Finishing up, I took out the envelope and looked at the papers for directions. The map showed her office to be around back of 'C' wing of the facility. About a seven minute walk from the commissary. "Good, I'll be early!" I thought to myself, maybe a point in my favor. As I was walking, I took a look at my 'Q' sheet and to my complete distress, saw a box at the bottom labeled: Terminate Employment. Though the box was still unchecked, this alone was enough to strike total panic in my guts. "What would I do?" "Where would I go?" "Can't I at least explain?" These thoughts whirled in my head as I reached her office. Then to make matters worse, I saw the sign at the entrance: "Dr. Kelsey Riker - Corrections Administrator". Trembling with a sinking, hopeless feeling, I pushed the heavy glass door open and went in. I was greeted by a rather voluptuous looking receptionist. "Good morning, you must be the new handyman, Mr. Carstairs?" "Yes that's right... I have a nine o'clock appointment." my throat was dry. "Well you're early, but let me buzz Dr. Riker and see if she can take you now." I waited restlessly, fidgeting until she put down the phone and said, "Yes, you may go right in." I remember each step as if in slow motion as I pushed through another pair of glass doors and walked into her office. There she was. Sitting at a huge oaken desk, wearing fancy glasses with a chain, typing on a computer, and looking at the top of a stack of data sheets. She was typing so intensely I felt it'd be rude to interrupt. I stood there several minutes awkwardly, waiting for her to address me. Finally she reached a stopping point and looked up at me over her glasses. "Mr. Carstairs?" "Yes." I handed her the 'Q' sheet. She looked it over very thoroughly, then swiveled her desk chair, crossed her legs while pondering a bit more. I took the opportunity to examine her physical features in detail. She was middle aged, I'd say in her fifties, a bit overweight but strong, with dark hair and red lipstick. Good looking, but not glamorous. Attractive, but stern, proper, formal, and powerful like the school principal or a bank examiner. She swiveled around again and began speaking, looking directly at me. "Do you know why you're here?" "Um, Miss Swensen said I have too many infractions." She paused intently, then said, "Mmm Hmm... that's correct, Mr. Carstairs." She had this piercing gaze that seemed to look right through me. I somehow knew there was no way to hide anything from this woman. I couldn't get away with anything. Sooner or later I'd have to come clean when faced with the likes of Mrs. Riker. "You see, infractions are basically violations of trust. Think of them as behavioral indications that you don't respect our rules." she explained. "And you have so many... in fact, more than any employee in the history of the Britain Acres Institute!" I was getting more uncomfortable by the second. The sinking dread feeling came back, full force. "You have a decision to make, young man... And I want you to think it over very carefully before you give your final answer." She got up from her desk and, still talking, slowly walked around to stand in front of it, facing me. "Now, I know you like working here." - pause, "And you should know we like having you." - she tilts her head, "You do a fine job... when you get around to it." - smiles, "It's just a shame you don't take us seriously. I mean, why would you incur so many infractions unless you didn't care?" She started to pace back and forth as she continued. It was a lengthy speech detailing their rules & regulations, and how clear my violations were. During this, I was realizing I had almost no sexual attraction to her. Like someone who just does not trigger those responses. I've seen lots of grannies who I could get horny for, but this lady didn't even get my "little head's" attention. I wanted her to finish the lecture so I could make my decision and get out of there. "So here are your choices: 1) We terminate your employment and find someone else to live here as groundskeeper. and 2) You accept the rules and agree to a program of correctional discipline." she watched me as she let it sink in. "The program consists mainly of disciplinary spankings... 'corporal punishment' if you will." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The two worst choices I could imagine. "The punishments will always be conducted in an expedient manner. Each session will consist primarily of old fashioned over-the-knee bare bottomed spanking, using hand, paddle, and brush." My dread was now going further, forcing the realization that I would have to agree to number two. Being terminated was not an option, I simply had nowhere to go. As if she was reading my thoughts, she continued, "And I want you to fully understand, if you choose number two, the spankings will hurt... a lot. That's the whole purpose." She came closer, "Yes dear boy, I spank hard, I love to spank, and I'm good at it." "Oh no," I thought to myself, "I'm gonna be spanked by a woman I'm not even hot for." "I've been Corrections Administrator at this institute for over 15 years, and I'm very proficient at dealing out punishment." She folded her arms and leaned back against the desk. "I truly enjoy my work, and over the years have become a consummate spanker." "I know what I'm doing, have a good sense of the 'threshold' of pain, and I can promise you there will be pain, but never will there be serious injury. No blood, no permanent bruises, ever." "In each and every spanking I do there is no malice, no anger, no viscous cruelty. They are done to accomplish a goal, to change and improve behavior. And lord knows, yours could stand some improvement." She then stepped closer, put her finger under my chin, and said quietly, "So... what's it gonna be, sweetie?" I faced her dumbfounded, knowing full well I had no other choice but #2. Barely able to speak coherently, I managed a garbled "N-nn number two." "Did I hear that right? you choose number two?" "Y-yes... number two." "Well good! I'm proud of you. I know you'll be glad in the end... for your own sake." She went back to sit at her desk and pulled open a drawer, got out some papers and said, "It is required that you sign a legal release. Just a formality... but necessary. It says that you agree to the treatments, and you're not able to bring a lawsuit against us." She handed me a pen and pushed the paper toward me. I tried to read the legal jargon, but I was bleary-eyed. Plus my head was swimming with a nightmarish forecast, as I envisioned what lay in store. I scribbled my signature and stood back. "Good boy!" she exclaimed, "I'm sure this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship." With that, she put the papers away safely, came back in front of the desk and stated bluntly, "Alright, let's do this." She pointed to the far side of the room and told me I could place my clothes neatly on the valet (a standing wardrobe hanger for suits, trousers, etc.) which stood in the corner next to a plush easy-chair. I went over and nervously started to disrobe, but didn't see a place for jeans, t-shirt, or shoes, and she said, "Just put everything on the easy-chair, that'll be fine." As I did so I was coming to grips with the undeniable fact that I was not only gonna be naked in front of this authorized official, but I was about to be severely spanked by her. I fumbled around doing what I was told, and glancing back at her I saw her bringing out a strait-backed chair to the center of the room. Next to the chair she also set up a small collapsable table-tray, upon which were placed an assortment of implements. I couldn't see exactly what they were, but did recognize a hairbrush, bath-brush, a large wooden spoon, and something resembling a leather belt with a handle on one end. Once I was naked, I realized that due to the glass doors, anyone who happened to be in the outer office would have full view of me enduring my punishment. I looked at her sheepishly as she said loudly, "Alright, get over here and let's get started." I moved tentatively in that direction, watching her. Then to my complete and utter surprise, she came around to the chair and in one motion, sat down and pulled her dress all the way up past her thighs! "Come on now, get over my knee!" she barked. I was dumbstruck. Looking at her bare thighs, my balls hanging loose & low (it was a hot summer day) and knowing my privates were about to come in contact... well, it all added up to cause a stir in 'Mr. Happy'. Totally involuntary. This thing has a mind of it's own. I assumed the position and she started slapping with her hand. First one cheek, then the other, not real hard, but hard enough to wake the tissues. As she went on this way, it began to sting. Then more, a little harder. I started squirming, unable to hold still. My erection was growing. She ignored it and just kept on, gradually spanking harder and harder. As was my boner, gradually getting harder and harder. I looked at her bare thighs and now for the first time, felt sexual attraction for her. Nice ankles, nice toes. Her big full thighs and shapely legs were smooth yet muscular. Lovely, and in good shape for an older woman. My butt cheeks started to burn. It's difficult to describe these sensations. On one side, pain is increasing, while on the other, sexual arousal mounts up at the same time. One thing you hate, the other you want. To this day, I cannot explain why these two opposites occur simultaneously, seemingly interdependent on one another. All I can say is the more the spanking hurt, the harder my dick got. At one point when I was writhing and twisting most vigorously, she slowed the pace and told me, "You needn't feel alone, it's perfectly normal for a man to get an erection while being spanked... hopefully the embarrassment will add to your punishment." then she added, "But I must warn you, if you should happen to ejaculate, that will not end the spanking. And then it will hurt a whole lot more... far more than you can imagine." She resumed spanking with full intensity. I squirmed and thrashed about on her lap, hoping and praying I wouldn't climax. But by now she was swatting so hard, and in rapid-fire, that it served to lessen the chance of an orgasm. The pain was severe, my butt was on fire, and I was bucking involuntarily with each blow. "You are going to learn to take us seriously!" she yelled. "When someone gives instructions," slap whap, "you follow them to the letter!" Smack smack whap! I began grunting out loud, automatically gritting my teeth. It hurt so bad, I was wondering how much more I could take. When my kicking & thrashing went overboard, she pulled me up by the waist and put me on her left knee, locking her right leg around my legs. This way I couldn't hardly move at all, but it caused my boner to jut solidly into her leg. Now the squirming & lurching resulted in my dick moving and rubbing against the inside of her thigh, pointed right toward her crotch. As the smacking continued, I went into a frenzy. Kicking, snapping, and writhing in a fit of madness, I was blurting out unintelligible words & phrases. I tossed about on her lap shamelessly. My balls were squishing around, my dick was rubbing on her thigh, and with the pain, I was lapsing into uncontrollable hysteria. Again I have to say: I hated it but I liked it, wanted it yet couldn't stand it. This went on for several long minutes, it seemed like forever. The pain just got worse and worse. I found myself in a kind of delirium where the world was far away. There was nothing. I was aware only of the image of my body. Looking down I could see my body there, with such a red butt. I couldn't believe how butt cheeks could get so red. Then the room began to spin, and 'whoosh!' I was back in, feeling all the painful stinging. My dick had deflated to about half-mast, which made things even more unbearable. At odd intervals she would stop smacking and take a moment to run her hand lightly over my burning cheeks. This was a soothing, welcomed relief and it gave me a little time to recover. However, it also allowed my attention to focus on my front side being in contact with her bare thighs. Just about the time I was back to full erection, she went back to full-out spanking. "Don't think for a minute we're done yet," - whapp! "No no, we've a lot more to go today." Whack! whap! whap! she went on methodically, blazing my ass cheeks. The burning reached a level I was heretofore unfamiliar with. I thought I was gonna collapse and go unconscious right there. My legs still locked, my dick still pointed at her nether regions, she continued on. Now at this level I'd never been before, the pain became secondary. Somehow I didn't feel it as much. The hurting became normal, as if this was how it was gonna be from now on. I know it's probably a physical reaction, like when survival is threatened. Whatever, but the spanking was now just a part of 'what is' and I was just there taking it. I resigned myself to accept anything she had to deal out. Groaning turned to whimpering. I was just laying there in a heap across her lap, babbling and sniveling mindlessly as she spanked. It hurt, but the hurt seemed almost normal now. I tried to say, "Okay I'm sorry." but I've no idea how it came out. She seemed to get it though, and slowed the pace a bit. Going back to the soft rubbing she said, "I think this is it for today... maybe the experience has set you in a new direction." She continued to slide her hand over my bottom saying, "I'm going to put some lotion on you, just relax, this will help." It felt so good as she ran her hands smoothly all over my backside, gently caressing everywhere. My burning cheeks, butt-crack, even down under to inner thighs and ball-sac, nothing was left unattended. "After what you've gone through, you could use a little pampering." Returning to normal consciousness, I immediately responded. Breathing easier, I felt her soft caresses causing a tingling all through my groin. Soon I was acutely aware of my growing hard-on. Once again, it had a mind of it's own. I couldn't stop from ramping up toward inevitable orgasm. I knew I was certainly going to cum. She just went on with this, murmuring softly, "You've been very good... took your punishment well, and now it's all okay." And now my 'blue-veined throbber' was back, in full glory. About the time I felt the urgency of climax happening, she told me to stand up. I did so, and standing before her, she looked at me while holding my hips, and my rigid hard-on twitched and bounced involuntarily. Almost embarrassing how it bobbed up & down freely of it's own accord. She watched deliberately while lightly rubbing my hips, then spoke: "It's alright honey, no more pain today... You can relax now and let go." As i got closer & closer to the brink, she put her hands on my arms and embraced tightly, restricting any ability to touch myself (she seemed prepared for the fact that I would surely want to jack off). I gave in willingly and kept the flow of this lewd spectacle. I had never experienced anything close to this moment, and was not about to let my attention stray. "That's right hon', you can go ahead now..." My breathing heavy, my throbbing rod twitching, my whole body tensed as I felt the pulsations begin. I wanted so badly to aid this 'rocket-launch' with stroking, squeezing, any kind of stimulation, but no, that was not gonna happen. "Go on now, just let it out." I looked at her crouched in front of me with her bare legs totally on display, her lovely feet cradled in thin-strap sandals, her sexy knees pointed right at me; and suddenly I began to erupt. Long ropes of hot white semen shot out as I convulsed in ecstasy. Pulse after pulse travelled from my butt-hole up thru my whole body. "Aww, good good, good boy!" she sang, as white gobs landed on her face and all over. I couldn't believe I was having a true 'no-hands' orgasm, I'd heard of it, but never thought it possible. Yet there I was, arms held tightly at my sides and my dick spurting jet after jet, bouncing and twitching with each pulse. The spasms seemed to last forever. I breathed deeply as the roller-coaster ride slowed. Opening my eyes I looked at her, and besides the cum all over her face, she had a different expression now, different from the stern spanker. It was one of sweet compassion. I was glad to know she actually had feelings. "See me tomorrow and we'll schedule your next appointment." she said softly as she got out a box of tissues. Punished by Mrs. Riker Ch. 02 I wandered out through the glass doors of Mrs. Riker's office dazed and tingling over to the receptionist. "You need to schedule your maintenance appointments?" she said, looking at her computer. I managed a quick "Yes" and she started typing. "How 'bout one week from today, same time?" I agreed that would be fine, unconsciously rubbing my sore bottom. I must've looked like a kid who's been crying, she gave me a knowing, sympathetic look and handed me a jar of soothing cream. "See you next week." Returning to my cottage I breathed a long sigh and set out to care for my burning cheeks. This was my first spanking ever as an adult, and I wasn't sure what to do. So I decided to use my tried and true 'when in doubt - do nothing' policy and flopped on the bed. I drifted easily into a dreamy, half-conscious daze. Several hours went by before I got up and took a shower. The warm water flowing over my backside was doing me good. Finally able to relax, I got dressed and went to dinner. In every day that followed my mind was filled with visions of the experience. I would often get a boner thinking about it, then wonder why, because the pain was almost unbearable. I hated the spanking, yet I got horny recalling it. I masturbated often. Just imagining or considering getting spanked would send me off searching for some privacy. But still I had no explanation for this strange attraction. I certainly wasn't into pain, and being controlled or shamed has never appealed to me. So why the perpetual hard-on? I gave up trying to answer that, and just kept wanking whenever possible. Days flew by and before I knew it, my session was the next morning. I headed to my 10AM appointment. Mrs. Riker greeted me, sitting at her desk looking dignified and professional. "Hello David, glad you're on time. I'm happy that you've made the decision and agreed to our weekly 'maintenance sessions... it's a serious commitment, and you know you are in for a lot of pain..." she paused, looking at me intently. "But you really do need this in order to learn respect and to improve your behavior here at Britain Acres." I nodded politely. "It is never too late to get this sort of discipline. In fact, receiving a good thrashing has many benefits" she advised. "I will be taking you over my lap to burn your bottom with a variety of implements during each of our sessions." I started to get uncomfortable, wondering what she was getting at. "And these spankings will involve real pain - that is the purpose." Her face was so authoritative there was no doubt. I felt innately required to comply with anything she said. She had that old-fashioned look about her, like a strict teacher or a stern, demanding aunt. As a kid I was always fearful and yet curious of these ladies. She came from behind her desk and moved toward me as she spoke. I was totally taken by her stately, imposing manner. It was truly elegant how she deliberately and expertly took control. I noticed she was wearing different shoes, thin strapped sandals with 3 inch heels. And her dress was a V-neck summer frock made of rather thin, silky material. Enticing, yet proper. Decent and respectable but definitely more seductive than last time. Granted, it was a hot summer day, but why such alluring attire this time? I wondered if she was maybe getting a little horny from spanking such a grown-up brat as myself. It didn't seem probable, considering how straight and proper she was. Besides, she just didn't look to be the naughty type. I couldn't let myself believe... "You did very well last week. I'm proud of you." Then with a subtle smile she winked and said, "Brave boy!" Walking back around the desk she continued, "David, I admire your courage and want you to know I do appreciate that you are really trying. Just the fact that you showed up today tells me you're making an effort to get better. And let me assure you, I will be fully supportive all the way." I trusted this was for real, that if I ever came apart at the seams or had an emotional issue I couldn't handle, she'd be there for me. Fascinated, I watched and listened as she strolled around the room elaborating and expressing her thoughts. She gazed out the window and spoke softly, "As you've probably gathered, I enjoy spanking. I am good at it. To me there's nothing quite so glorious as making someone squirm while I'm slapping their bottom to a rosy red." She looked back at me and said, "Giving a good thorough spanking gives me a deep sense of fulfillment." Again I wondered if she could be aroused. Here she was, gazing wistfully out the window and baring her innermost thoughts to me, a perfect stranger. "And you sir, are one of my best patients," she folded her hands together, "You take it very well." I was mesmerized, totally focused on this majestic woman. "I can sense exactly how much a person can take. I know just when to back off, give a little soothing caress, then resume the spanking. This technique allows the subject to withstand greater levels of pain than they normally would." She came closer, and put her finger under my chin. "And know this, I'm going to take great pleasure in bringing you beyond the limits, to places you never thought possible." I shuddered. Then she slid the strait-back chair to the middle of the room, and announced, "Alright Mr. Carstairs, it's time to get those clothes off." Trembling, I did so and much to my embarrassment, 'mister happy' was standing at full attention. I couldn't look at her. I just stood there fidgeting nervously with my hands over my privates, as if that would do any good. I was standing half way across the room, yet mortified and utterly self-conscious. "Come over here." she ordered, "Stand in front of me." Blushing, I waddled over trying to hide my bouncing hard-on. "Hands at your sides." I sheepishly obeyed, exposing my still twitching boner. She sat forward and looked right at it. Then with a stern expression on her face she shook her head with a sigh, paused, and spoke, "Okay David, I realize this is a natural reaction with you and I won't do anything to suppress it. Nor will I try to encourage it." My dick danced as she went on: "But again I must warn you, if you should happen to orgasm during the spanking, your punishment will continue until I decide it's over. And, as you should know, it hurts a lot more then." Fidgeting awkwardly, I wondered how I could possibly put off the inevitable. She seemed to understand my dread as she continued, "Listen honey, I know you're scared, but we have to do this... Look, it's gonna hurt a lot either way, so just resolve to take your medicine and get it over with." I got that hopeless sinking feeling again. Here I am standing naked with a full erection in front of this poised, authoritarian lady, knowing she's about to spank me hard and long. "Understood?" I nodded that I did. "Good, let's begin. Now, over my lap." She pulled my arm gently as I slid across her bare thighs. I could see her feet in those sexy shoes, her ankles looked so gorgeous. My cock felt the wonderful skin-to-skin touch and for a second all was well, but then she started slapping. Quickly and methodically she spanked in rapid-fire, gradually harder and harder. Whap whap whap whap Speedy smacks continued for at least a full minute. In the process I was brought from ultimate pleasure to alarming pain. This was different than the first time. Now she kept on spanking from the start. It took me by surprise, this was supposed to be the 'warm up' and now I'm already thinking I can't stand much more. I kicked and thrashed and squirmed on her lap. She held me firmly in place with her left arm wrapped around my right hip. The squirming only increased my arousal, even as my erection had diminished to half-mast. The 'pain-pleasure' thing became thoroughly confused as she just went on and on without let up. "Am I getting through to you?" Smack! smack! "Does it hurt?" Whack! "Good." Slap! slap! slap! "It's gonna hurt more, do you know that?." I could only grunt a muffled reply and could not believe how long she was going without even a brief pause. The pain got worse and worse as her swats covered my entire bottom down to my upper thighs. I started pleading, "Please... no... no more!" but she went on spanking furiously. My semi-erection slipped down between her thighs and she squeezed them together as if to hold me in place. That's what I always wanted, but not exactly like this. The stinging pain grew worse and seemed to engulf my whole body. And yet, I still had erotic feelings! Right in the midst of this searing pain, part of me was getting horny! As I writhed and bucked with each slap, my dick just grew harder. I was amazed. Then she stopped. It had been almost three minutes of high speed walloping and finally a break. "Let's give you a little time to recover," she cooed as she brushed her hands softly over my burning bottom. "I'm going to start in again shortly, but for now, just relax." My butt cheeks were on fire and her smooth caresses felt good. At one point she spread them apart, viewed my butt-hole, and continued her massage along the crack of my ass. Touching my anus caused an immediate jerky shiver, and she clucked, "Don't tell me you're anal-erotic too!?" laughing softly. I was dumbfounded, wondering "how did she know?" I winced in total self-consciousness. This only added to my already acute embarrassment. "There there, it's nothing to be ashamed of." she purred, giving my hole a playful tweak. "Lots of people have that fixation. Besides, I think it explains a lot about you." I winced again, blushing, utterly mortified. "I might consider sending you to the T-building for a good colonic." I didn't know exactly what that would be like, but my body twitched at the thought. "Mmm-hmm, I think you'd probably like it." She continued massaging softly while I lay there spread-legged over her lap trying to breathe easy. With my butt on fire, my balls in full view squished against her thigh, and my entire body surging in pain, I finally started to let go; to stop fighting and embrace it all. My body quaked and trembled as I gradually wound down to a relaxed state of mind. Mrs. Riker seemed to sense this, and murmured encouraging words as her hands soothed my burning skin. Then, all too soon, she gave me a pat and asked that I stand up. Rolling off her lap I was too shaky to stand. "That's okay, you can just kneel," she reassured. "Here, come closer, I want to check you." I hobbled closer and when I did, she positioned me sideways and smoothed her hands all over me as she inspected my bottom. "Mmm hmm," she said, inspecting her handiwork. "Looks good, but we're not done yet." I cowered at the thought but my erection was returning. She glanced at my frontside saying, "I think it's time for the hairbrush," as she was still running her hands up and down my body. My boner started bouncing of its own accord. "We're going to try a different position," she spoke in an official tone. "Come forward over my left knee." I lifted my trembling body up and slowly crawled on to her knee. "That's right, easy now..." She guided me gently and as my head went over her skirt, I swear I smelled the unmistakeable musk of a sexually aroused woman! Also, I couldn't help but notice her breathing was rather heavy. Now I was straddling her thigh with my head almost in back of her. My rigid hard-on was pressing against her inner thigh, pointing directly at the 'forbidden zone'. Needless to say I loved this - my dick having skin-to-skin contact and ever so close to where it wanted to go. I was crazy with lust. Lost in a dream of desire for this powerful woman. She was in total control. I surrendered totally. But this brief reverie ended abruptly as she picked up the brush and started paddling vigorously. My ass was pointing outwards and upwards, my balls were squished against her knee, my legs were pumping like riding a bicycle. Whap! whap! whap! she spanked with stern determination. The pain became so severe I couldn't take it, and once again found myself going into an altered state of consciousness. My perception shifted to an exterior viewpoint. Seemed like I was outside my body looking down on us from the ceiling. There I was, my butt-cheeks fiery red, legs straddled and twitching as I grunted and mumbled incoherently. This seemed to go on for quite some time, although I can't say how long, because time itself had changed from its ordinary meaning. I simply wasn't aware of the passage of time in the normal sense. And yet, I still felt connected to the physical sensations. Her slaps hurt like hell, beyond anything I've ever experienced. But, by the same token, my boner felt so good rubbing along her thigh. I was gradually getting closer to the edge of orgasm and there was nothing I could do about it. "That's right, just take it David," she spoke in a low, sultry voice. I noticed her heavy breathing again as she continued, "Just a little more... for me." I realized she was loving this. Also that I really was her favorite 'subject'. Why else would she have made such intimate confessions to me about her love of spanking? The very thought that she got pleasure and satisfaction from spanking me caused me to spiral back into my body and all the pain combined with sexual arousal. Back to a blithering idiot, jerking and convulsing uncontrollably at the mercy of this magnificent woman. "Come on David, you can take it," as she kept on smacking with the hairbrush. She sounded so dignified, so refined, I was at this moment totally captivated and under her spell. The pain was beyond pain. It became more like an abstract buzzing that spread loudly from my rear end. As the strokes came down relentlessly in rapid tempo I continued to writhe and squirm in helpless abandon. I groaned and cried out at times but my dick just got harder and harder. I couldn't stand it. I gradually came to grips with the unavoidable fact: I was gonna spill. I don't know why, but all the sensations combined: the pain, my boner rubbing her leg, her demeanor, my predicament, the fact that she enjoyed this; all added up to the one thing I didn't want to happen - not just yet. I knew we had a ways to go before my punishment was over and I damn sure didn't want to lose it early. What would follow would be pure agony. Entirely non-erotic. But then with increasing dread, and in spite of my efforts to stave it off, it happened. I passed the point of no return. I felt the exquisite pulsations and I just let fly with rope after rope of sperm filled man-juice all over her inner thigh. Grunting and twitching, I spurted on and on as colors and sensations swirled around me. Mrs. Riker slowed, then stopped spanking and just held on to my hips as I spasmed uncontrollably. I was tumbling in ecstasy, lost in space. This felt so good it was beyond belief. It seemed to go on forever, with me thrusting lewdly and her holding me quietly, saying nothing. She was every inch a professional. As my orgasm wound down I rested there slumped on her knee, panting and tingling in afterglow. But my reverie was all too short. Coming out of this beautiful daydream I heard her say, "Oh dear, dear... I'm so sorry." I tried to clear my head. "David, I'm not mad at you, but I'm sorry to say that this spanking is not finished." I thought, "Oh my God, no" my worst fears had come true. She helped me up, then reached for the paper towels. "Here," she blurted, handing me a few sheets. She took a couple herself and we both started to wipe off the gooey mess. I was trembling in fright thinking about what was coming, but glancing at her did afford me a nice view. She had to lift her leg to get at all the spots on her thigh, and I got to see all the way up to her crotch. She had white panties (like mom used to wear) and I believe I detected a wet spot! She went on oblivious, and I tried to conceal my delight at every glimpse. I wondered if she was letting me see this on purpose. Again I thought it couldn't be true, but then there was growing evidence. The shoes, the dress, the heavy breathing, the musk scent, and now the wet spot. I was almost gonna let myself believe it when she barked out, "Okay get back over my knee!" I slid up over, this time with total dread. My dick was completely soft, and my mind completely void of any horny thoughts whatsoever. But I had agreed, she had control, so I meekly complied. Now it was the worst nightmare come true. She resumed spanking with the same veracity as always, only this time it was nothing but pain for me. No erotic feelings, only the burning pain. No boner for any of it. And let me tell you, this really hurt. I had no idea something could hurt this much. I squirmed in agony, making futile attempts to avoid each crashing blow. Slap after slap on my already sore bottom and no sign of when this torment would end. Now there was no fanciful delirium. No going into a 'dream state', only the stark reality. And not a thing I could do about it. I reached the point where I didn't care when it was gonna end. Didn't care about anything else, for that matter. I gave up all hope. I had no idea how this would affect me in the long run, nor did I really give a shit. Then, without a signal, she stopped. I sighed relief as she let me lay there in abject, aching discomfort. She lightly brushed her hands over my injured butt-cheeks, whispering softly as I lay collapsed on her lap. "That's right sweetheart, it's over now," she murmured. "No more hurt today, honey." I thanked God and everything in the universe. After a generous period of recovery, she helped me up. "Very good David, take your time and get dressed." I slowly found myself able to walk over to my clothes and started, one leg at a time. "You will feel better soon... trust me." I didn't have much faith in anything at this moment, but proceeded to dress as best I could. She came close and gave me a peck on the cheek, and I was outa there. At least until next week's maintenance session. Walking back to my cabin, I must admit I did notice the pain was turning to a warm glow ("after-burn") which felt much more tolerable, and by the time I got back was thinking the whole ordeal wasn't so bad. Maybe in some cases I WAS into the pain and being controlled. "Mr. Happy" had reared his ugly head! Punished by Mrs. Riker At this point I was looking forward to appointments with Kelsey Riker.