When she hung up on me the night before I knew I was in trouble. I was right. She wasted no time. After a brief, but withering scolding that left me miserable, she made me get my narrow leather belt. It's a reversable belt, black on one side, brown on the other, with some sort of core in the middle. This makes it heavy for it's size, and one inch width. And god does it hurt. Mistress made me take off my pants, and set to work with that belt.
I began to vocalize with the first searing stroke. The room filled with the sounds of punnishment. The sharp smack of that belt on my bare bottom, and cries and moans from me. She gave me fifty hard strokes on one cheeck, then reversed directions, and set the other cheek on fire with fifty more. Then with my sit spot stinging, and burning, mistress lowered her sights, and began striping the backs of my thighs. that belt was pure fire on my bare legs. I started making serious noise now.
"Oh God!" "OH Mistress !" I began to sob. The belt continued until each thigh was striped red. Fifty burning lines of heat.
"Get that oval hairbrush."Mistress said coldly " The one I sent you."
The brush began to be applied to the "sit spot" of my bottom. That tender area where thigh meets bottom. God it stung. I began to cry. The brush continued to fall. Fifty smacks, and a brief lecture, Then the brush began again. I started pleading with Mistress. She had a point to make. the brush continued to rain fire on my hot striped bottom. Fifty more fell.
"Oh please Mistress!" I wailed. "Oh God!" The brush continued it's work. I wiggled, I pleaded, I sobbed, and Mistress spanked. After a final fifty on my burning cheeks, she began searing my thighs. Doing what she calls "baking in the welts" Going over those hot belt welts with that hairbrush, and setting me on fire!! I felt suspended in time. nothing exhisted except Mistress's anger, and the fire burning on my legs. I didn't think it was ever going to end. And it didn't.
":Get that cane!" Mistress snapped.
"Oh God! I wailed." Mistress please!"
"Get it...Now!!"
I scrambled to fetch the cane from under my bed. Whimpering.Crying.
Dreading it. Hating it. Fearing it. Knowing there was no escape.
I recieved twelve hard strokes lengthwise, leaving long hot burning lines down each thigh. I cried out with each one. Whimpered, and begged between them. She began a series of fire on my bare bottom. Hard strokes. With time between them to hurt, and dread the next. Twelve on each side. The longest count of twenty-four I can remember. Leaving me still sobbing, and begging.
"Oh please Mistress!" "Please Don't-"
" Were done little Bunny." she soothed me. "Put your toys away, and you can rub." "It's all over."
I continued to sob quietly for awhile. As much out of shame of having disapointed again, as from the burning on my legs, and bottom.
"I'm sorry Mistress! I said miserably.
"Shhh." She said. "It's alright now."
And then it was....
I began to vocalize with the first searing stroke. The room filled with the sounds of punnishment. The sharp smack of that belt on my bare bottom, and cries and moans from me. She gave me fifty hard strokes on one cheeck, then reversed directions, and set the other cheek on fire with fifty more. Then with my sit spot stinging, and burning, mistress lowered her sights, and began striping the backs of my thighs. that belt was pure fire on my bare legs. I started making serious noise now.
"Oh God!" "OH Mistress !" I began to sob. The belt continued until each thigh was striped red. Fifty burning lines of heat.
"Get that oval hairbrush."Mistress said coldly " The one I sent you."
The brush began to be applied to the "sit spot" of my bottom. That tender area where thigh meets bottom. God it stung. I began to cry. The brush continued to fall. Fifty smacks, and a brief lecture, Then the brush began again. I started pleading with Mistress. She had a point to make. the brush continued to rain fire on my hot striped bottom. Fifty more fell.
"Oh please Mistress!" I wailed. "Oh God!" The brush continued it's work. I wiggled, I pleaded, I sobbed, and Mistress spanked. After a final fifty on my burning cheeks, she began searing my thighs. Doing what she calls "baking in the welts" Going over those hot belt welts with that hairbrush, and setting me on fire!! I felt suspended in time. nothing exhisted except Mistress's anger, and the fire burning on my legs. I didn't think it was ever going to end. And it didn't.
":Get that cane!" Mistress snapped.
"Oh God! I wailed." Mistress please!"
"Get it...Now!!"
I scrambled to fetch the cane from under my bed. Whimpering.Crying.
Dreading it. Hating it. Fearing it. Knowing there was no escape.
I recieved twelve hard strokes lengthwise, leaving long hot burning lines down each thigh. I cried out with each one. Whimpered, and begged between them. She began a series of fire on my bare bottom. Hard strokes. With time between them to hurt, and dread the next. Twelve on each side. The longest count of twenty-four I can remember. Leaving me still sobbing, and begging.
"Oh please Mistress!" "Please Don't-"
" Were done little Bunny." she soothed me. "Put your toys away, and you can rub." "It's all over."
I continued to sob quietly for awhile. As much out of shame of having disapointed again, as from the burning on my legs, and bottom.
"I'm sorry Mistress! I said miserably.
"Shhh." She said. "It's alright now."
And then it was....
She asked me what time it was, and as I told her I wistfully asked her.." no time to spank the bunny? She was sitting on the edge of the bed in jeans, and a sweatshirt brushing her beautifull red hair.
She smiled softly, and held out her arms. "Come here little bunny well make time." and gave me a final, gentle warming with her hand, and hairbrush. Our time together slipping away.
i am getting soo excited!! i'm sitting now while i can....Daydreaming about dreams coming true.
I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!
Next we moved into some science fiction. We are both ardent Robert Heinlein fans.( Thus the theme for this page.) The next book was The cat who walked through walls. I don't remember the final chapter count, but it is a great book. Folks i tell you, it is hard to concentrate sometimes on the reading, while you are being tortured with 25 or so clothes pins on your shaft, and balls. Ooohh.
We are reading Time Enough For Love right now. A long sprawling book. We are just a little past halfway, and last nite we broke the record for our storytime count.. Thirty-two pins! Tonight made 33. Oh god. I'm going to run out of room down there. mistress just said to put them closer together...Which makes them really hurt i pointed out...."I know" She said in that honey dripped voice...Ooooh God.
We will be in the middle of a pleasent conversation, something i say trys her patience, her voice takes on this edge....".Hmmmmp." i whimper. "yes maam." conversation resumes. i am in my place. And usually i am so excited! A brief scolding from mistress..oooh! i can't describe the feeling. A bit of fear mixed with joy?
I fear her anger. i respect her discipline. But her displeasure, or worse dissappointment cuts me like a knife. What she thinks of me means everything to me. I have changed lifelong attitudes for her. my core personality remains. I am still me. But now i filter everything i say publicly through her expectations. i will not bring reproach on Mistress. And i have changed the way i think to the better. mistress will have tolerence. She will brooke no hate. i may not like you, but i must respect your right to your views. This was a struggle for me, and i still stumble. but i am trying very hard mistress.
We were given an assignment to come up with a report on weather, outside our textbooks, with documentation, by the weekend. No broblem. after school i went up to bishop drugs where i had a part time job. I swept, mopped, took out the trash, and...JOY!! I took care of all the print media that came in the store. The guy would come in once a week drop off the new, and pick up the old, and it was my job to put it all up. take down the out of date, and keep it all neat. this included the magazine rack, the paperback books (yep this is where i got my MAN FROM UNCLE BOOKS, and dare i say it playboys...shhhh they didn't know
) and ofcourse my favorites...The comic books.
I collected about 15 different comic books every month. part of my pay was i could keep any of the comics i collected free. cool! One of the comics in that bunch was "Lost In Space" Every issue had an article in the middle about strange but true science facts. Well! Just what the dr ordered right? Wrong! This paticular issue just happened to have an article called "Strange objects rain from the sky" It was about various things that have been known to fall to earth, including fish, frogs, and even large stones. I had heard of this before from other sources. i knew it was true. So i wrote it up. Brought the comic book to class, and gave my report.
But ofcourse all things must pass (even cheese) so all too soon i found myself facing a very disappointed science teacher. i stood by her desk head down, eyes swimming with tears as she scolded me for wasting her time, my time ,and my classmates time with comic books.This scorn for my report was demonstrated by tossing my report, and my source in her trash basket. i tried to tell her i had heard other sources for my information, but when i mentioned that source was television...
"Mr Kolbe i would hardly call television a reliable source of sientific information either. it's clear to me you did not take this assignment seriously." she reached into the top drawer of her desk , and pulled out her paddle. "perhaps you will take this seriously" I was ordered to empty my back pockets, bend over, and grab my ankles. the first smack took my breath.SMACK! The second followed quickly. "you will turn in another report monday...SMACK!....And you will not use a comic book, or telivision for a source..SMACK!! Is that clear? SMACK!! " I blubbered that it was. cry ing freely. blushing furiously.SMACK!! "Good ." she dropped the paddle back in the drawer, and pulled several kleenex from the box on her desk. "stand up Jerry." "Here straighten up a little before you leave, and no more comic books in this class..clear?" I mumbled assent as i left. "Here" she said. I turned and she handed me my comic out of her trash can
goodboy
I have been around Mistress long enough now that her mindset is starting to rub off on me. I was in dollar store the other day, and began to look for pervertables. (ordinary items that can be Perverted into spanking, or bdsm devices) I found a package of thin flexible plastic combs, and the lightbulb came on. If you hold the comb in one hand, aim for a sensitive spot ( like a nipple or a penis), bend it back...and SNAP!! Oh it stings! I thought mistress would like them, and i was right. I get them on my most sensitive places all the time, and the package of combs went into the toybox. I said all that to say this....
"Where is that little paint stirrer?" Mistress asked cheerfully. (this is never good..lol) Next thing i knew i was on my back, legs open, getting that paint stirrer applied to the underside of my shaft, as i gasped, and moaned at each hard slap. next came a wooden spoon. This was given on the top, and sides of my now hard shaft. Oh god. I was in heaven! "Get out that switch." Mistress's voice dripped honey. Oh my god. She made me tickle myself all over down there with that switch. God that was hot.Having been whipped with that switch before. knowing i was about to be whipped with it again...She made me tickle it for a long time, then I was switched all over hard. my bare bottom,thighs ,inner thighs were set on fire with that thin whippy switch. God i love being switched between my legs. mistress obliged. Finnishing with a hot series all over my shaft. I lay there naked. drenched in sweat. Red, and striped all over.
