A Stoke from My Cane
It was a typical winter day in New York. It was cold and gray, the kind of day I was glad I didn't have to leave my house to go to work. The phone started ringing early that day. It seemed as though quite a few slaves were not sharing my feelings about staying inside today. They were quite anxious to come for a session. My first session for the day was John. John is a very proper and refined businessman. He told me he was into a teacher-student fantasy. He wanted his fantasy to include over the knee spanking, with me using my hand, a wooden hairbrush, strap and cane. After speaking to John for sometime prior to the session, I felt I had a good understanding of him and his fantasy. When John arrived he was greeted at the door by a Mistress who was wearing black spandex, and thigh high boots. He was told to make himself to make himself comfortable. Which in this case, because of his fantasy didn't mean getting undressed. Since John was a naughty school boy, part of the fantasy would be for me to order him to drop his pants to the floor and bend over my lap to receive his punishment spanking. When I entered the room, as John's teacher, I was dressed in a tailored white linen suit with a wide lace collar. He immediately jumped up, his were eyes glued to the floor. He greeted me with a very weak "Hello Mam". He said "I'm here for my punishment, just as you instructed me on the phone earlier." He rambled on about how sorry he was for all his indiscretions, and that he knew he needed to be punished for them. His indiscretions had included, tardiness, not doing his homework, being disrespectful, and annoying a young girl in class. After listening to John's rambling a bit longer, I suddenly interrupted him with the slap of my hairbrush against the palm of my hand. In a stem voice I told him I had heard enough, and from that moment on I wanted silence from him. He was only to speak if asked a question. I paced back and forth in front of John tapping my hairbrush against the palm of my hand. I could sense that John was getting a bit more nervous each time the black wooden hairbrush hit my hand. John was starting to tremble a little, and although his eyes never left the floor I could sense his anxiety building. John's anticipation of his punishment was growing. Without warning, I ordered John to lift his eyes. I began making myself comfortable on a stool in front of him. I made sure that while doing so I lifted my skirt just enough to tease him. I made sure that he could see my garters attached to my sheer silk stockings. While I was seating myself, I made sure that more than one mirror reflected my image starting at my patent leather pumps and stocking clad legs all they way up to my lap, which soon would have John across it. His eyes were wide open with the excitement that comes from the combination of sexual arousal and fear of the unknown. "John", I commanded in a calm, but authoritative tone, "come over here now and I do mean now!" John quickly approached me, and as he stood before me, he really looked like a naughty school boy about to be chastised. I reached out and grabbed the belt on his pants and ordered him to open his trousers and drop them to the floor. As they pants fell, they made a slight noise as they hit the floor. John trembled slightly and his face became quite flushed from the embarrassment of standing before me in just his briefs. John had an erection which made it obvious, that even though he feared his punishment, he also was excited by the anticipation of it. The thought that he soon would be forced to lie across his Mistress's lap was overwhelming to him. Without making mention of the bulge in his underwear, I pulled John down and forced him to lie across my lap. The punishment began slowly. First I used my hand as I stroked his bottom. I slowly and sensuously pushed his underwear up exposing two soft round buttocks. His bottom looked so innocent, much like that of a baby, very soft and very white, but not for long. As John squirmed on my lap I chastised him for being late to class and for not doing his assignments. But, the most serious of his indiscretions were involving his continued disrespect towards me and other women. He was going to receive a punishment session he would not forget. Today was the day!
I raised my hand high in the air and as my hand met his bare bottom it made a loud clap. I told John that this was just the warm up, his punishment had not even began yet. After just a few hard smacks from my bare hand, it was enough to bring a bit of color to his very white skin. Now that John was properly warmed up, the real punishment was about to begin. As I reached over to a nearby table and picked up my old fashioned wooden hairbrush, "John" I said, "You are going to receive twenty strokes with this brush for starters. You will count them, and than thank me after each stroke, is that clear?" John's reply was a rather weak "Yes ma`am, it is very clear." As the strokes began, John counted. And as I continued, his backside began to grow a brighter and brighter shade of pink. After John received the twenty stokes, I asked him if he had learned anything yet, his reply was oh yes, it hurts. I scolded John for giving a wrong answer and told him to stand up. I also got up from my stool. I walked over to the corner where I kept an assortment of canes and crops. I picked up a cane and walked across the room tapping my hand with the cane. I reminded John in a very stem, but calm voice that I wanted him to learn to be humble. I told him that if he could learn humility, and would do everything that I expected of him, he would be a much happier young school boy. After pacing back and forth for a while, as John stood staring at the floor rubbing his burning bottom, I stopped before him and asked if he were ready to continue our punishment session. He didn't reply, which made me furious. I grabbed John by the hair and pulled him close to me and whispered in his ear "You haven't learned anything yet my little darling." I pushed him down over a punishment table, and pulled his underwear down exposing his entire pink ass. As I lifted the cane up and brought it down on his bottom, you could here the swish in the air before the cane hit its target, which is frightening in itself. Now I told John,"You will get twenty strokes to start and I'll decide after that what else is in store for you." As I caned John, I continued to chastise him and to remind him that he should not be a naughty boy anymore. His now very red bottom was hot to the touch, and although it had to hurt John didn't complain, except for a slight whimper that was barely audible. 'John", I said at the end of the twenty strokes from the cane, "Have you learned anything Yet?" John stood up straight, his hands at his sides and said "yes, I have my teacher." "What have you learned John?", I said. He replied in a quiet but steady voice, "I have been a naughty boy and you have punished me properly my teacher. I promise in the future I will try to do what I am supposed to do, because I know that if I am a naughty boy again I will receive the punishment I deserve from you. Whether it is an over the knee spanking with your hand and hair brush or a caning over the bench, I will always be your faithful and humble student. Oh yes my teacher I did hear you, as well as feel the wrath of your hand and cane. I have learned a lesson in discipline that I will not forget for a long time." I dismissed John. As I left him alone to dress, I couldn't help but smile for John was actually a very pleasant young man with a really cute smile and a very spankable ass. As for John, after he got home to his apartment he undressed, put some soft music on his stereo.lay down on his bed, and of course, his mind drifted to the spanking he had just received from me, his Mistress. His bottom was very hot and so was he. This kind of session left John feeling very excited and aroused. As John was rubbing lotion on his very hot backside, his hand strayed to his very hard erection. He began to reflect on his session, and his entire encounter with his beautiful blonde Mistress. He couldn't help but become so excited that he had to masturbate until relieved all his pent up tension with a climax. His climax was so great that he immediately fell asleep thinking about what a great session he had, and how nice it was to fall asleep with such a warm feeling. As he dozed off, a faint smile came to his face. I'm sure his dreams were pleasant and involved his Mistress and the next time he would see her for a session. Maybe the next time his fantasy would be different. Maybe he would be a girl or maybe he would be forced to come in his Mistress's presence. Until the next time, may all you fantasies come true, and may all your dreams be happy. By the way you know you all have the power to make your fantasies come true. Start now by calling me for an appointment. Is that clear, my slave? So long for now with loving lashes. Mistress Lash |