Miss S gives me the strap
I didn't think I'd have the nerve to go through with it. I'd planned my visit to Miss S for weeks and it had all seemed unreal, a bit of a game. But all the way there, on the train and now as I walked through a leafy part of West London, I could feel my heart beating faster and faster.
It took all my courage to knock on the door and I nearly ran off as soon as I had done so. But it was quickly answered by a mumsy-looking woman in her mid-60s. I'd assumed we'd have a chat about what I wanted - help to stop smoking - and maybe get to know each other a little, but as soon as I'd confirmed who I was she told me to stand with my back to the front door.
"Stop slouching, girl, stand up straight! Now, I am going to give you three on each palm. You are going to count each one out loud and say thank you. If you don't, it won't count. Understood? Good girl. Now, hold your hands out in front of you, left hand on top."
I did as I was told. It was terrifying!
WHAM! She brought the strap down along the length of my hand.
God, that hurt. It too my breath away for a moment, but I managed to gasp "One Miss, thank you Miss."
WHAM!
"Two Miss, thank you Miss."
WHAM!
"Three Miss, thank you, Miss." Last one on that hand, thank God. I switched my hands over, right on top now.
WHAM!
"Four Miss, thank you Miss." My hands both burning now, and I was blinking back tears.
WHAM!
"Five Miss, thank you, Miss." Just one more to go. Nearly done.
WHAM!
"Six Miss, thank you Miss."
Thank God that was over! I felt a surge of pride that I'd taken them all, even though I was on the verge of crying. But she didn't give me much time to recover before she led me into a bedroom off the hall. There was a neat pile of pillows covered with a towel at the end of the bed. Miss S. motioned me to stand in front of them.
"Lift your dress up. Right up round your waist" She yanked my knickers down to my knees. "Bend over the bed, right over."
Oh, God. There was a total stranger looking at my bare bum. How embarrassing!
"I'm going to give you six on the backside, now. Count them as before."
WHAM!
The impact took my breath away. Ow! It took all my effort to gasp "One Miss, thank you, Miss."
But I had made a terrible mistake. "ONE? You have had six already, girl, so how can that be one? You didn't count it properly so it doesn't count."
I think it was at this point that I started to cry.
WHAM! I managed to count this one properly. WHAM! My poor bottom starting to burn. WHAM! I could feel my buttocks quiver under every stroke. WHAM! Still counting nicely, but I was never having a cigarette again. WHAM! and then WHAM! and it was all over, I was pulling my knickers up and she was telling me I was a good girl and had done well.
Fifteen minutes after entering I was leaving, firmly punished but feeling better. My hands were shaking and I instinctively reached for a cigarette... but then the throb in my hands and buttocks made me think again.
To be continued...
It took all my courage to knock on the door and I nearly ran off as soon as I had done so. But it was quickly answered by a mumsy-looking woman in her mid-60s. I'd assumed we'd have a chat about what I wanted - help to stop smoking - and maybe get to know each other a little, but as soon as I'd confirmed who I was she told me to stand with my back to the front door.
"Stop slouching, girl, stand up straight! Now, I am going to give you three on each palm. You are going to count each one out loud and say thank you. If you don't, it won't count. Understood? Good girl. Now, hold your hands out in front of you, left hand on top."
I did as I was told. It was terrifying!
WHAM! She brought the strap down along the length of my hand.
God, that hurt. It too my breath away for a moment, but I managed to gasp "One Miss, thank you Miss."
WHAM!
"Two Miss, thank you Miss."
WHAM!
"Three Miss, thank you, Miss." Last one on that hand, thank God. I switched my hands over, right on top now.
WHAM!
"Four Miss, thank you Miss." My hands both burning now, and I was blinking back tears.
WHAM!
"Five Miss, thank you, Miss." Just one more to go. Nearly done.
WHAM!
"Six Miss, thank you Miss."
Thank God that was over! I felt a surge of pride that I'd taken them all, even though I was on the verge of crying. But she didn't give me much time to recover before she led me into a bedroom off the hall. There was a neat pile of pillows covered with a towel at the end of the bed. Miss S. motioned me to stand in front of them.
"Lift your dress up. Right up round your waist" She yanked my knickers down to my knees. "Bend over the bed, right over."
Oh, God. There was a total stranger looking at my bare bum. How embarrassing!
"I'm going to give you six on the backside, now. Count them as before."
WHAM!
The impact took my breath away. Ow! It took all my effort to gasp "One Miss, thank you, Miss."
But I had made a terrible mistake. "ONE? You have had six already, girl, so how can that be one? You didn't count it properly so it doesn't count."
I think it was at this point that I started to cry.
WHAM! I managed to count this one properly. WHAM! My poor bottom starting to burn. WHAM! I could feel my buttocks quiver under every stroke. WHAM! Still counting nicely, but I was never having a cigarette again. WHAM! and then WHAM! and it was all over, I was pulling my knickers up and she was telling me I was a good girl and had done well.
Fifteen minutes after entering I was leaving, firmly punished but feeling better. My hands were shaking and I instinctively reached for a cigarette... but then the throb in my hands and buttocks made me think again.
To be continued...
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