One afternoon, she said, "I was doing your laundry. Don't you know how to clean your bottom after you defecate?"
"I ... I'm sorry, sometimes I'm in a hurry ..."
"You will learn ... now. Strip naked ... bend over the table."
I did, and she put a large butt plug in my anus n rectum.
Then she applied many cane strokes
as I moaned and sobbed.
"Get to the corner. The butt plug stays IN until tomorrow morning. See me in the morning for me to take it out."
At a Femdom CP party...
Usual protocol, a mixer before the festivities, when at 8pm, a gong would sound, and the men would have ten minutes to strip to thongs or panties/stockings, whichever their preference.
THIS time, about fifteen minutes prior, the Prime Mistress, Fiona, stood up on a chair and called for silence.
"Okay, listen up ... tonight we have something special planned, we're calling it circuit training. Five other Mistresses and myself are going to take over this main room, and two small ones... and set up stations. Number 1, for five minutes OTK, on a timer. Then Male 1 moves to station two, while Male 2 comes in to Number 1. Station 2, twenty swats with a tawse, 15 seconds apart, which is five minutes. Male 1 moves to station 3, Male 2 to station 2, Male 3 comes in to Station 1 etc. Station 4, twenty swats hard paddle, spaced 15 seconds apart. Station 5, twenty cane strokes, spaced 15 seconds apart. Station 6, in the green room over there, tied to the wall, 20 whip strokes, 15 seconds apart. Station 7, in the blue room ... five minutes of hard pegging. You may call RED at any time during the circuit. If you call red before the end of Station 5, you get a black wrist band ...LOSER. If you finish 5, but don't start and finish 6, you get a yellow band, 3rd place. If you finish 6 but don't start or finish 7, you get a white band, 2nd place. If you finish 7, you get a red band ... winner winner chicken dinner,and a choice of prizes. There CAN be more than one winner ... but heh I doubt there'll be all that many. SO, in order to participate, at the gong coming up very soon, you must strip NAKED ... no thongs, panties, stockings, no chastity devices ... NAKED. Then you'll report back here, and stand in formation. You'll have til 8:15, then we'll have a drawing for position, 1st 2nd third, whatever. If you don't want to participate, have other plans, whatever, you know there's four other rooms to play in. Might be cramped or crowded, but you know, tough titties." And she squeezed her own for effect.
The gong sounded.
We (men) went to the locker room to strip and put away our clothes.
By 8:15, eleven naked men were in the Common, standing in two horizontal lines, at attention, hands behind our back.
"Okay, more volunteers than I expected. I'm going to hand out tickets, doubled like raffle tickets. Keep one, put the other in the bag."
She went along the line, handing out tickets, and we did as told.
She went to one wall and stood, and reached in the bag. "As I call the first number, come here and stand RIGHT HERE, then the next guy behind him and so on."
She started calling numbers. I was ... dead last.
"Okay, we're ready. The Mistresses are at their stations as you can see, I'll be at the whipping station 'hee hee'. I hope you all will join me in your turn. BEGIN!"
N-1 went to Anna, over her lap, and she laid a hairbrush onto his bottom that had him yelling.
BONG!
N-1 moved to Beth, N-2 moved into Anna.
They screamed as strap and hairbrush hit naked flesh.
BONG!
N-1 moved to Cindy, N-2 to Beth, N-3 started with Anna.
The sounds of paddle, strap, and hairbrush striking flesh filled the air as did the men's vocalizations.
BONG!
N-1 moved to Dale, N-2 to Cindy, N-3 to Beth, N-4 started with Anna.
Hairbrush and strap and paddle and cane struck naked flesh.
N-1 screamed RED after 16 strokes. He was out.
BONG!
N-2 moved to Dale, N-3 to Cindy, N-4 to Beth, N-5 started with Anna.
Cane, strap, paddle and hairbrush struck flesh.
Men screamed.
N-2 called RED after 9 strokes. N-3 called RED after 15 paddle swats. They were out.
Bong!
By the time I was at the head of the line (last man standing),
N-10 was just getting started with Anna, N-9 was with Beth, N-8 with Cindy, N-7 with Dale.
N-6 had made it past Dale, but declined to go to Fiona.
N-4 called RED at the end of the paddling, N-5 called RED after 8 cane strokes
BONG!
N-10 moved to Beth, N-9 to Cindy, N-8 to Dale, and N-7 called RED after 18 cane strokes. I moved in, over Anna's lap.
I got my five minutes of OTK.
Meanwhile, N-8 called RED after 7 cane strokes.
BONG!
N-9 moved to Dale, N-10 to Cindy, I moved to Beth.
I got my twenty strokes of the tawse.
BONG!
N-9 took the twenty cane strokes, but shook his head when told to go to Fiona. He was out.
N-10 moved to Dale, I moved to Cindy.
I got my twenty swats with a paddle.
BONG!
N-10 moved to Fiona. I moved to Dale.
I got my twenty cane strokes.
N-10 called RED after 11 whip strokes.
BONG!
I got up, and Dale pointed me to where Fiona was.
She smiled grimly, and had me stand, facing the wall, and tied my hands up above me.
I got the twenty whip strokes, while screaming.
BONG!
She stopped. "Well, you're getting a white band. Ready to continue?" she said, untying me.
"In for a penny, in for a pound," I said, groaning.
"That way," she said, pointing to the Blue Room.
I went in, where Gabby waited, with a very large dildo strapped around her waist. She stood, evilly smiling, and pointed at the .... for me to bend over.
I did. She got behind me, generously applied lube between my cheeks, and slipped the monster in ...
I groaned and grunted as she pushed it all the way in, pulled it out, pushed it in faster and out, and in even faster, then out.....
I started sobbing, screaming, "My ass GOD MY ASS..."
BONG!
She stopped and pulled out, and patted my bottom affectionately.
"Get up, you you WINNER you."
I stood up with a groan, clutching my buttocks.
She led me into the Commons, and Fiona held up my hand.
"We have a Gold Band winner! Well, it's red, but you know."
<applause>
She took my arm down, and put a red band on my wrist.
"SO, the prizes ..."
"A big bottle of Bactine and a box of band-aids?" I mumbled.
She chuckled. "You have a choice of ... a ninety-minute session with the Mistress, one of us seven, of your choice, at a time and date for you and her to figure out, in a scene designed by you, whatever your fantasy is .... if you want 90 minutes of non stop OTK, or non-stop pegging, or anything in between, whatever floats your boat...."
"Or?" I asked.
"Right now, tied down to a chair, hands behind your back, for a very long session of tease and denial... total time determined by a random number generator, no less than twenty minutes, no more than sixty, with a happy ending for you, unless ... you know ... you should cum before the end, which would be a less-happy ruined orgasm for you."
"Huh."
"OR ... a pass good for free admittance to three of these parties of your choice, valid for one year ..."
I said, "I'll take the pass for free admittance."
She looked at me in some surprise, and said, "Okay, I'll go get one printed up." She walked away, and announced to the participants, "Your nudity is no longer required. You may go dress as you would usually dress for this party, put on your panties or thongs, chastity devices if you use them... basically as you would be if we didn't have this special event. Or, if you like, stay naked."
I stayed naked, and went to the bar for a cold one.
I was sitting on a bar stool on at a towel when she came up to me.
"Well, here's your pass. Frankly, I'm surprised..."
"How so..."
"This third choice was an after thought. I really thought any participant would jump at the first or second choice."
I chuckled. "I have a ...friend, with whom I have a weekly or so date, more or less, who beats me bottom to a bright red, then ties me down for a long session of tease and denial then a happy ending. After which, he fucks my ass really good. So, that prize was ... not special to me."
"And the other...?"
"I come to these parties and get good ass beatings, for free. I have a rep as a heavy bottom, and women come looking for me just to see how far they can push my limits. I have a personal 'thing' against paying to play ... I mean, the certificate would mean I don't have to pay for it, but it suggests that without the certificate, I WOULD pay for it. Here, I don't pay for it, no strings attached, the women just enjoy our time together. That's one. Another is, I don't like to outline the scene. That gives me too much control. When I play with whomever, I tell her, or even him, "Do what you like, use what you like, do your worst ... no scene outlining, no limits, and for me, no control. So I don't want to play with a pro-domme when she's being paid for it, in a manner of speaking, even if it's as a prize for winning a contest."
"Well. That being said, what would be your ... dream, fantasy scene?"
"Well, always in a no-control situation. I mean, I strongly believe in consensual spanking, like even though it's a fantasy, I don't believe in parent-child spanking.
But my fantasies involve non consensual spanking..
Such as step-mother or father and step child ...
Or Wife and husband, who entered in a domestic discipline agreement, such that she can spank him whenever, however she chooses.
Or a partner (girl friend or other) who simply enjoys spanking a guy ... until he cries, and being the guy that gets the spankings...
In conjunction with scenes of forced masturbation, cumming before a spanking, or in between spanking sessions, and punishment enemas, like restrained for it, and pegging ...."
"Well ... here's my offer. I tend to be busy at these parties; my dance card fills up quickly. But for the next party you plan to attend, drop me a note to put you on my dance card, and I'll come up with a scene that I think you're heh heh sure to enjoy."
I nodded, and said, "Well, thank you."
I was walking through the house in my house wear.
She said, "Stop."
I did.
She came up to me, and touched the crotch of my briefs, noticing the stiffy.
"What's THIS?"
"It's ... an erection, Ma'am. Sometime it just happens."
"Not allowed in MY house. Strip and bend over the arm of the couch."
I did and
I moaned and sobbed as the cane hit my bottom.
"Stand up. ... good, no erection. Go stand in the corner."
Stripped to my underwear...
Underwear taken down and taken over her lap ...
Slept through my alarm.
Got up at 6;20 and hit the shower.
Dressed in the foyer, and went on my way.
Home later ...
She was waiting.
"Anything to tell me?"
"I ...got up late this morning... Ma'am."
"Yes, you did. Confession is good for you, but you still will be punished. Strip, and go to the table, hands on the table."
I sobbed while her cane hit my bottom.
"Go to the corner."
One afternoon, I was watching t.v.
She came in to me, and said, "Strip, bend over, and grab your ankles."
"But ..why, ma'am?"
"Because often boys just need discipline."
I stripped and bent over.
I sobbed as the cane hit my buttocks.
"Go to the corner," she said.
Home from school.
She told me to get the trash out into the bin.
"Okay," I said.
She started at me. "You forgot to say, ma'am."
"I'm sorry... had school on my mind ... ma'am."
"Get the trash out, come back in, and strip naked and bend over the chair."
I groaned. "Yes ma'am."
I was sobbing ....
She stopped, and said "Get in the corner."
Saturday morning...
I thought I could sleep in.
Got up around 7.
She was waiting for me, cane in hand.
"You're supposed to be up at 6."
"But it's Saturday..."
"Don't care. Strip, get over the chair.
She caned my bare bottom as I moaned and sobbed.
It was a muggy day, and I was hot n sweaty when I arrived home, so I stripped and went to the bathroom for a shower ...
and closed the door.
In a matter of minutes, she was pounding on the door.
"WHY IS THIS DOOR LOCKED?"
I got out of the shower, put a towel around my waist, and opened the door.
She stared at me fiercely, and yanked the towel away and eyed my erection.
"You just don't learn. Come with me, over the bench."
She used a thick cane
and I moaned and sobbed as thick welts emerged on my bottom.
"IN the corner!" she said.
"But I wasn't doing anything," I thought, woefully as I stood there for an hour.
I attended a spanking party in December, with a Christmas theme.
Dana S was in attendance, taking on all bottoms interested.
I was in luck. Not many male bottoms were in attendance, due to the time of year, so I was able to get a session with her.
In the Common Room, she had me get naked and over her lap and
then she had me get up and bend over the back of a chair.
I was quietly sobbing, when she stopped, and said, "That'll do it for you."
I stood upright, rubbing my bottom, and I turned and thanked her for her time.
She smiled and walked away.
I slowly dressed, and smiled at the people in the room who had been watching.
I knocked on her door at 2:15 pm.
She opened it. "Come on in."
I followed her to the bedroom.
"Strip and take a shower. It opens your pores."
I did.
I got out, and she handed me a towel.
"In here."
I followed her to the bedroom.
She sat on the bed holding a riding crop.
"Kneel ... and jerk off while I watch. If it helps, think about how much it will hurt when I'm whipping your bare bottom."
I stroked
and in a minute and a half, spurted into my hand.
She giggled, and handed me tissue to clean up.
"Now I've got some clothes for you. Put these on."
I blushed, as I put on a white bra, garter belt, and stockings.
"Now you're ready ... to have your bottom scorched."
She picked up a wooden spoon, sat down, and said, "Get over my lap."
I did, and saw a video camera set up, with the red 'recording' light on, and
Then she took the panties down and continued with the spoon:
and kept on whacking my bottom
I was sobbing as the spoon smacked my bottom.
She stopped and said, "Get up, and make sure the camera gets a good look at you, front and back, as you slowly turn around."
I did.
"Now take those off. I'll finish your beating with you, naked."
I stripped, and she picked up a bath brush, and put me over her knee and
I moaned and sobbed as the bath brush smacked my buttocks.
"Excellent color. Go stand in the corner, while I get ready to go out."
After a while, she said, "Okay, turn around ... and get dressed. I trust THAT will give you something to think about while you jerk off."
"Yes, ma'am, it will," I said, sheepishly, getting dressed.
"I am busy tomorrow, but maybe, the day after, if you like, say noon?"
"That would be ... nice, ma'am," I said, and I left.
The next morning ...
I took my lawnmower to her house... knocked on the door.
She opened it, and smiled.
"Just letting you know, I'm about to mow your back yard."
"Thank you, dear."
I went through the gate, and went to work.
I wore t-shirt, mesh shorts, and a jock strap, white socks, dark tennies..
A warm day, and I was hot and sweaty when I finished, and sat down on a patio chair.
She came out the back door, with iced lemonade.
"Here ya go...so what do I owe you?"
I stared at the lemonade, without saying anything.
"Ahhh..." she said, smiling. "Drink up, and come in and um take a shower."
I drained the glass, and followed her, to the bathroom in her bedroom.
I stripped, unashamed, as she watched, and got in the shower.
She took my clothes to the washing machine.
I stepped out of the shower, and she handed me a towel.
"I see no reason for you to put ANYTHING on, just yet."
I nodded.
"Come on." She led me to the bed, and sat down.
"So, I'm curious, with THIS tiny thing ... "
"Have you any kind of life plan for ... getting laid?"
I shook my head, no. "I thought about telling some girl, I don't want sex before marriage ... then surprising her on the wedding night ... but I kinda decided that wouldn't be fair ... to her, so I've kinda given up. I mean, in high school, locker room, once I realized how I, how this, compares to other guys, I just ... gave up. I don't date, I haven't dated. There have been girls I've liked, but I have not dared to ask any of them out, just afraid of what it might lead to."
"So your only sexual outlet has been ... doing it yourself?"
"Right."
"I think you're entitled to see what you're missing..."
And she bent down, and took my penis in her mouth ...
And I gasped and groaned... and spurted into her mouth.
She sat up, licked her lips, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, "You ... naughty boy."
A chill went through my body.
She stood up, and took off her dress, and wearing a full length girdle and stockings, she sat down, holding a hairbrush,
and pulled me over her lap
and BUH-LISTERED my bottom as I moaned, yelped, then sobbed.
"Now get up and go the corner, while I check on your clothes."
I got up, and went.
She came back, didn't say anything for a few minutes, then said, "Turn around."
I did, and she was naked ...
"What do you think?"
It was kinda obvious what I thought...
"As I said, I think you're entitled to some experience."
She got on the bed, on her back, and said, "Get up here, and stick that little thing in me."
My first time ... and while her hands roamed my sore bottom, I came ...rather quickly.
"Done already," she asked, giggling.
"I .. I'm sorry..."
"Don't be, it was ... expected. Now get down there and clean me up with your tongue."
I slid down between her legs ...
and licked my cum out of her pussy as she moaned and climaxed.
She pushed me away, and said, "Oh what a NAUGHTY BOY."
I shuddered and smiled, weakly.
"Now get up, I'm putting your clothes in the dryer."
I got up and stood and waited.
She came back, sorted some pillows on the bed, and say, "Lay down, with your hips over those. Are you ready to cry for me?"
"I usually do..."
"Yes, you do. Okay, get over."
I did and she started with a cane ...
and followed it with a lexan paddle
then the cane again
and I was sobbing, loudly.
She stopped and said, "Wonderful. Now, get in the corner, and stay until I bring your dry clothes."
I went and stood.
She returned, and said, "Here you, turn around and get dressed."
I did so.
I said, "I have to go out the back door to get the lawn mower."
"Okay, but first.... tell me, what do you like so much about all this? The cumming or the ..."
"I like the cumming to be sure, but I kinda like the Naughty Boy punishments. I ... don't get them at home. It hurts like uh H E double L, for sure, you can tell, because I really do cry ... but I seem to enjoy ... NOT being able to do anything about it ... like having no control ... and afterwards the ... soreness in my bottom ... I mean, my parents aren't going to be home for awhile, so there's, well, let's say a good chance that I um might strip naked and stand looking in a mirror at my marked bottom and rub it with one hand while rubbing my, you know, tiny penis ...with the other... and later on, at night, when I'm in bed, only wearing tighty whities, do well the same thing again, while revisiting this ... activity ... in my head."
"So it would be okay with you to skip the sexy stuff and get straight to the spanking?"
"Well ... yeah..."
"Hmm. Well, I DO like to make you cum during or before a spanking as it makes you feel it more ... Maybe I'll have you jack off while I watch..."
I blushed.
"Tomorrow ... I have early appointments, but if you want to come by around ... 2?"
"Yeah, that's be swell."
"Okay," she said.
And, I went through the back door, fetched the lawnmower, went through the side gate and went home.
I came home from school, and stripped to my house wear.
She stood and looked at me.... "Last night, I told you to do the dinner dishes. You said you had homework, and would do them later. They are still not done yet."
"Oh ... wow ...I am sorry ... ma'am."
"Strip naked. A caning in the kitchen seems appropriate."
She led me to the kitchen and had me bend over a chair.
The cane struck my bottom
and I sobbed.
"In the corner," she said
I stood there for over an hour.
Home from college for the summer.
I heard that the couple, across the street, well the man passed away some months ago.
I saw that the lawn there was getting overgrown, so thought to be helpful, and went over there and knocked on the door.
"Yes?" said Mrs Jones.
"I saw that your lawn could use a mowing, so I'm offering ..."
"Oh, how much?"
"Well," I said, smiling, "Consider this first one as a sample and if you like the job I do on the front yard, we can discuss a fee for the back yard."
"Fair enough," she said.
It was a big yard, and a warm day.
I had worn a white t-shirt, white mesh shorts, and tighty whities under those ...and white shoes, dark sneakers.
I was soaked in sweat when I finished... my t-shirt clung to my chest and my shorts and briefs clung to my waist, so my uh package was outlined.
Mrs Jones came outside, with a glass of iced lemonade.
"Gawd, look at you, come inside and cool down."
I gratefully took the glass from her and followed her in.
I looked around and said, "I don't want to sit down, I'm soaked through with sweat."
"Yes, I see, come along and take a shower, while I wash those things."
"UM ...I can just go home ..."
"No, no, come, come..."
I followed her to the bathroom.
"Now take those things off and give them to me."
"Uh ..."
"Oh, don't be bashful. You have something I haven't seen?"
You haven't seen MINE, I thought, but I stripped down, with my back to her, and handed her my clothes and got in the shower.
When I got out of the shower, she was standing there looking at me, smiling. I blushed, and grabbed a towel to dry off.
"Here I found you something to put on."
She handed me ... a pair of panties, and blushing again, I put them on.
"Your little thing hardly shows there..." she said, giggling.
I blushed again. I knew I wasn't particularly well endowed.... and this didn't help my self esteem.
She took me by the hand and led me to the side of the bed, and she sat down and held me and with her right hand, began rubbing my penis through the front of the panties ... as I closed my eyes and moaned, and in moments, spurted a load, creating a wet spot in the panties.
"Oh, you naughty boy, look what you did..."
I groaned, trying to catch my breath.
"Get over my lap,"she said, and quickly ... she began spanking the seat of my panties
then she switched to wooden spoon and took my panties down
and continued with spoon to my bare bottom as I gasped and moaned at the rapid fire swats
then she used a wooden paddle
and a hairbrush
and the paddle again
leaving bruises on my bottom as I moaned and sobbed loudly.
"Stand up," she said, and I did, sniffling and rubbing my bottom.
I watched her strip ... naked, and get on the bed, legs spread.
"Your little dick is not going to do me much good, but maybe your tongue will. Get down here."
I got on the bed between her thighs and
Notwithstanding my total lack of experience, I guess it was okay for her as she screamed and moaned in climax several times.
Then she pushed my head away and said, "Get up. Stand up."
I did.
She looked and smiled. "Seriously, how do get any girls with THAT?"
I frowned and looked down. "I'll let you know if it ever happens."
"AH. I see. Okay, well, I need to get your clothes in the dryer now."
She left the room, and returned, as I stood there.
"So, how's your bottom?"
"Still ... hurts."
"Well, let's see if I can help you feel better."
She sat on the bed, and said, "Get in front of me."
I did. She put her left hand on my penis, and slipped fingers on her right hand in my anus and
I moaned and gasped and spurted in her hand.
She giggled, and cleaned up and said, "Oh, you've been a naughty boy again."
"Oh no," I moaned.
"Oh yes," she said. "And you know what happens to naughty boys?"
"Please ...no..."
"That's RIGHT, they get their bare bottoms spanked HARD. Now get over my lap."
Frowning, I went over her lap and
soon, I was sobbing again.
"Get in that corner, you can wait there til your clothes are ready."
Sniffling, I went to the corner.
then she set up a camera for a selfie:
"One for my memory book.."
After forty minutes there, she came back and said, "Here, your clothes are ready, turn around, get dressed."
I turned around and rubbed my bottom
and she smiled and shook her head, and I put on my TW
and she said, "Stop I want another picture..."
Then I finished dressing.
I got ready to leave.
She said, "Oh, what about the back yard?"
"I can come back tomorrow."
"Well, for how much, do you think?"
I smiled and looked down at the floor at rubbed my bottom. "I'm sure we can ... work something out."
She smiled and said, "I'm sure we can."
And I left
I got off the bus for the short walk home.
I wasn't an addicted cigarette smoker, but I enjoyed one occasionally.
I bummed one from a school chum, along with a pack of matches, and when I got off the bus, I lit up.
I was still toking it as I turned onto the sidewalk up to the house.
Aunt Kelly was outside, staring at me.
"A CIGARETTE?" she demanded.
"Just ... an occasional one, ma'am.." I said weakly.
"ONE is ONE too many. I don't allow it. Get inside, and strip ... naked!"
I did and she led me to a table, and said, "Bend over."
I did and
I sobbed as the cane struck my buttocks.
"In the corner," she said.
I went, and stood there, for over an hour.
My 18th birthday.
I wasn't due to finish high school for another 6 months, and I had a job I liked, so I didn't intend to go away to college for like 21 months.
So that night I went out with friends.
Some brought alcohol.
I had too much, and well, Dad picked me up at the police station.
Home and
The bottom blistering he gave me was memorable.
I went to bed.
Dad and Edith, my step mom, woke me up the next morning.
Groggily, I sat up.
"We've made a decision," said Dad. "When you are in the house, you will ONLY wear white briefs. No fancy boxers, no other colors, only tighty whities. You will undress in the foyer, and leave any clothes you might be going out wearing, in the foyer. Do you understand, tighty whities ONLY in the house."
"Y..yes, Dad."
"Good."
Eventually, I got up and walked through the living room.
and grabbed a cup of coffee and went into the back yard:
Dad come out. "Come inside, now."
I did.
"We're still upset about last night."
"As .. you should be. I'm really sorry..."
"We plan to make sure you are very sorry."
He sat down and beckoned me over his lap and
"Now stand up, and bend over, hands on the table there."
I did and
I was sobbing.
"Not done yet," said Dad. "Stay there, I'm getting my belt."
He walked away and returned and
I yelled and moaned louder, and sobbed.
"Now bend over the table, all the way."
I did and
I sobbed and cried at each painful stroke.
He stopped and said, "Now go to the corner there. Briefs down to your ankles, on your knees, hands behind your back. Stay there until your step mother or I say you can come out."
There I knelt, sniffling, wishing I could rub my hot throbbing bottom.
From then on, I only wear TW in the house.
If friends came over, whether mine or theirs, I wore only TW. If the doorbell rang, I was told to go to the door, wearing only TW.
Monday morning ...
my alarm went off at 6.
I hit snooze.
She came in my room at 6:15 holding her cane.
"Why aren't you up yet?"
"Oh, I hit snooze on my alarm."
"The rule is UP AT SIX. Take off your briefs, get up, on your knees, chest over some pillows."
I did and
I was sobbing when she stopped.
"NOW get up, get in the shower. You don't have time to spend in the corner this morning, so you'll have an hour in the corner, when you get home this evening."
I got up, teary eyed, rubbing my bottom, and undressed and went into the bathroom.
In high school, I won a scholarship for one year at the School of Mathematics outside London.
Room and board was not included ...
but
my parents contacted a distance relative, known to me as Aunt Kelly, who lived a short bus ride from the College, and I could stay with her for the duration.
Aunt Kelly was a spinster, never married, and was retired from a long career as a Headmistress at a boy's boarding school.
She met me at the door on my arrival on a Saturday.
"Put your bags in your room ... I'll show you ... then back to the foyer."
Puzzled I was, and we returned to the foyer.
"Now what kind of underwear have you on?"
Blushing, I answered, "Uh white briefs."
"An an undershirt?"
"Y.. yes."
"And ... white socks, I see. Excellent ... because ... Undress. Shoes, pants shirt OFF."
Blushing again, I did so, and stood in white: undershirt, briefs, socks.
"And THAT will be all you may wear in the house. Take off any outer clothes right here when you come in, have your clothes ready here for when you prepare to leave the house."
"Um okay."
"The proper title for me is 'Ma'am' and the proper answer is 'Yes ma'am."
"Y... Yes ma'am."
"I know from long experience that boys will .. be tempted to ... play with themselves, and by that, I mean masturbate. I have no tolerance for it. None. Keeping you in your underwear means I can easily tell if you're um ever aroused, and I can tell by certain stains on the front of your underwear if you have been ... breaking the rule. So, this is what you will wear in the house, this is what you will wear to sleep in. I don't care if you bathe in the morning or at night, or both, but every time you bathe, you will put on a clean set."
"Y.. yes, ma'am."
"Furthermore, whenever you go into the bathroom, you will keep the door open. I don't care what you are doing. I might not, but I want to be able to look in on you to make sure you are doing only what you are allowed to do."
"Y yes ma'am."
"Any violation of my rules will result in ... well, I still have a collection of canes from my Headmistress days."
"Yikes..uh, yes, ma'am."
"So, you've had a long journey. Have you eaten?"
"Yes, ma'am, the driver was good enough to stop on the way here. I'm just .. tired."
"I'm sure. Your classes start Monday at ...what time?"
"8 a.m, ma'am."
"Then you're going to have to make it a habit to wake up at 6 a.m, like I've been doing for years. I suggest you go to bed. I think you'll sleep through the night. You can start learning to get up at 6, tomorrow morning."
"Yes ma'am."
I went to my bedroom and climbed into bed.
Having slept through the night, I woke up around 5:30, and decided to take a shower.
Back in my bedroom ... naked ... my penis popped upright.
Thinking she wasn't awake yet, and not thinking about her strict edict to NOT do this ...
I lay on the bed and ...
Predictably, she walked in.
And said, calmly, "You've been here barely twelve hours, and already breaking the number one rule. Fine, I'll be right back."
She stepped away and returned with a thin whippy cane
and said, "Get up, stand at the edge of the bed here and bend over."
With much trepidation, I got up and went to the edge of the bed and she began whacking my bottom with the cane
and continued as I moaned and sobbed
I had tears running down my cheeks when she stopped.
"Get up, and get to the corner there, hands over your head. I'll let you know when you can come out."
An hour later, she came back in.
"Now get your house wear on, and we'll see about some breakfast."
