Discipline by Miss Chris

This page contains some of the wonderfully creative and moving poems, stories and pictures created by those individuals Miss Chris has touched during her work.  Miss Chris is so honored and flattered by some of the people she comes into contact with, she cannot but feel very proud to post their incredible, freely given contributions!

~ Lumasoc 2/10

Disappointment

Children  perceive

Only self-centered types-

No bike under the tree,

No position on the team,

No date to the dance.

Time, experience, and

Love, teach what the disappointment

Of another’s expectations means.

A litany of broken promises,

Loss of trust and confidence

 In others and myself.

Transgressions as numerous

As the bricks I study in silence,

Varied as the mortar between,

Exposed, like my behind.

No bruise from a belt,

No cut from a cane,

Comes close to the hurt

In my heart which has

Disappointed one whom

I am loathe to let down.

Shame.

Discipline

Corner time puts me in

Body and mind of a

Naughty nine year old.

She needs no implement;

She is not angry.

I do not fear her.

Her palm falls, and

Quite raw from her words,

I clutch a couch cushion.

Her barehanded spankings

Are known far and wide

“to make grown men cry.”

I neither cry, nor resist.

But whimper as the intensity

Speaks her disappointment.

I seek and find

 the warmth of her thigh.

She pauses, and gentle

Arms pull me closer to her

Body without a word.

She recommences, but her right hand

Knows what the left is doing.

One disciplines properly; the other

Other reads my energy.

It strokes my hair, it caresses;

It comforts; it gives me love.

My bottom becomes the rising sun,

But her embrace forgives all

The disappointments.

++++

A later session impresses

upon me that improvements

 are expected.

This is sterner stuff;

I am no child, but a moody

Misbehaving adult to be

Held accountable.   I sigh,

Meet her sad eyes, and

 promise, promise, promise.

The implements sting, my

Backside sings; I never resist

Or cry, but my feet dance

My pants clear away. 

Again she pauses to

Quiet the storm, to

Comfort me with words,

“I love you very much.”

This, I know.

But then “Mother” makes

Her entrance.  “Mother” makes

The “Essex” a sissy boy.

“Mother”, makes one

Question how we

Ever came across that

“Miss Chris” website.

Though “Mother” does not

Love my ass, my disciplinarian does.

I slide to my knees fully chastened,

Whispering, “I am so sorry.”

And hear, “You are forgiven.”

Love

She takes my hand,

“Let’s rock awhile…”

I am easily led, bearing

Red welts from “Mother”,

And very damp eyes.

Yet my heart is surprised,

 Humbled, and blessed.

She knows my hollow places,

And she has the courage to help.

There is not enough gratitude

To return for this gift.

It’s a large leather rocker;

I curl up and burrow my head

Into her shoulder.  There is silence

And steady soothing motion. Her

Hand moves through my sweaty mop.

With a few soft whispers of

 “My brave good girl.”

Caresses continue; the

rocking slow and soft. I am

Eased into an embryonic peace.

Discipline and Love,

Primal and Safe.

And never before dreamed possible,

Until My Lady came

to share her extraordinary heart,

Her unconditional love,

With me.

b (09)

Victorian times are viewed as romantic

Life was more ordered, and surely less frantic

Females ruled firmly at home, we know this

Be she Governess, Mama, or even Big Sis

These so proper ladies, it was ever so plain

Would enforce their will with a slipper or cane

Birches, the strap, or the much-hated tawse

Would be pressed into service for breaking Ma'am's laws

A paddling was rarer for those up to no good

But some well-traveled ladies brought back some hard wood

Don't lie, sass or back-talk, in north or in south

It will lead to good scrubbing, with soap, of the mouth

Victorian times were modest and proper

If a girl was naughty, then Mama would crop her

Whether modest or not, all too true were the rumors

That skirts would be lifted, then down with the bloomers

Then her creamy white bottom, the girl realized with dread

Would be spanked without mercy, 'til both cheeks are bright red

Bent over the sofa, or across Mama's knee,

Twelve of the best would sting horribly

It wasn't just daughters who got strap, switch or cane

The boys were as likely to experience this pain

Come here! ordered Governess, with a withering glance

And with no thought of modesty pulled down the boy's pants

Then spank after spank would assault his bare bottom

Whether paddle, bare hand, or tawse, it sure taught him

To do as he's told, to obey Ma'am's commands

For there's only one place where her implement lands

Yes, things were romantic in the time of great-granny

But all misbehavior led to a sore fanny

Jane Austen's books showed the romance of the era

But Governess Chris, and her paddle, will scare 'ya

- Anonymous

A routine stop at Target

Minding my own way,

Seeking no trouble,

Suddenly, in front of me—

Jupiter, Juno, and Diana,

Fred, Barney and Wilma,

Jumping Jack Flash—

It’s a whole damn pack!

It rests on the asphalt,

An offering of cardboard,

Stimulation and peace.

The devil must be

Quite close by

And laughing..

A “shoulder conversation” ensues;

The irritating kind

Those of an “ilk”

Engage in from time to time.

A dark angel appears

Above one’s left shoulder

Sparring verbally with

A fair angel on the right;

One’s “logical” mind is

Put into strife,

bombarded by both.

“Goddess bless us, there’s only

One missing!”

My reptilian Id,

That red gecko with horns

Nabs my left earlobe and shrieks,

“Nobody’s run over them yet!”

“How many months?”

How odd; it’s my ass

Hovering near the right ear:

Its robes are fair with fluttery wings.

“Six,” my mind is calmed,

“And about eighth-hundred popsicles.

“David and Goliath!

They are your brand, girl!”

Damned gecko.

“Walk away,” the ass says evenly.

“Why?” logic whines,

“How would she ever know?”

“Just one? Please?”

“Just one?” my whole body begs.

“How would she know??!!??!!”

The  flying bum  thunders.

“How soon we forget.”

Its white robed cheeks shake

Sadly back and forth.

“But they aren’t even squashed,

And they are free, free ,free!!!”

My entirety strains at temptation.

“Have you forgotten her knee?

The doubled strap, the wide strap,

The spoon, the ruler, and the

(shudder) ESSEX?” the ass whisper is fierce.

“Have you forgotten her amused smile?

Every time you winced;

Every time you wondered,

If this tush would ever grow skin again?”

“But she need never know,”

The gecko folds its arms,

And looks away pouting.

The bum only chuckles,

“You would confess, my friend.”

The red horns turn back,

“And you are so sure of this?”

“Lying would be more disappointing than smoking.”

Well.

Hell.

Logic laughs “You have me there,

Tushie; you are wiser than I.”

“No, “sighs my winged butt, “I have

Undergone behavior modification

From the very best source, and she

………is thoroughly convincing.”

“Be gone, Red Lizard!!”

Two voices unite.

Glancing back and right,

The ciggies are cast

A  quick final glance.

“Smart Ass.”  I mutter

to my better shoulder.

“Bet your sweet ass.” The reply.

So settled, the trek into

Target continues,

My angelic bum whispering,

“Good girl,  Popsicle aisle now…”

Bird  3/09

Sarah and John had been going out for several months.  They both worked for GDuMP the gas development monitoring project an environmental organization.  As they were driving down the interstate in heavy traffic John asked.

“So why have you been having so much trouble with your writing lately?  We’re waiting for your report on the gas drilling in La Plata County.  What’s up?”

“Oh honey, I’m so screwed up I just can’t focus any more.”

“What’s the trouble? You are a great writer and you’ve done all the research we need.  You are certainly way smart enough and this isn’t a big deal.”

“Johnny, Johnny, I’m so embarrassed.  Please don’t think I’m crazy or weird or something.”

“What on earth are you talking about?  You aren’t crazy or weird.”

“Let me explain.  Remember a few weeks ago we were in your apartment playing around  and you smacked me on my bottom.  No, don’t apologize.  It was all in fun.”

“You acted so funny I thought you must be really put off by it.”

“I know, I did act funny.  It was a huge rush for me.  I’m so weird, when I was a little kid I used to spank my dolls.  I would create scenes in which the girl child was being bad and the Mommy or Daddy would spank her hard and she would have to stand in the corner until she was allowed to return to the play area.  Later, I wrote stories  about kids getting spanked by their parents or teachers or the cops or their boy or girl friends.  I kept all these secret.  My scrapbook too, had mostly clips and pictures of spankings like in the movies and stuff like that.  I used to make drawings of spankings too.  Most of them I threw out but I hid a few in a back corner of the attic at my parent’s house along with my stories and scrapbooks.  Then I talked to a shrink about it when my parents were getting a divorce and wanted to help me get through their trauma.  The shrink told me how it was pathological and that I should forget about it all.  I have not been able to forget it at all but surpressing it has it bottled up inside me ever since.  It’s driving me crazy!”

“Oh wow!  So when I smacked you on the butt it all came bubbling up.”

“That’s right, and now I’m in turmoil.”

“So what do you want to do about it?”

“You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“No, no.  You’re not crazy.  As a matter of fact our sex that night was very good!”

“You thought so too?  I was afraid it was just my rush.”

“When you are turned on you’re a real treat.”

“Why thank you.  I was afraid I have been pretty dull in bed.”

“Oh no!  You always turn me on, it’s just that night was special.”

“For me it was like making love not just having sex.”

“Yeah, like that.  Would it help to talk about spanking at length?”

“Oh yes! Just being able to talk now is a huge relief.  Thank you.  Can we please find a quiet place tonight instead of going out.”

“Sure,  In fact, my folks are going to Aspen for the weekend and have asked me to take care of the dogs and cat.  They won’t mind if we were to spend the weekend.”

“ Oh the fancy house west of Golden?”

“ Yup, remember we stopped by there a few months ago.”

“Your mom is very nice and pretty.”

“She said the same about you.”

“Thanks. But talking about my problems will mess up your weekend.”

“Hay, what are friends for?  Anyway, this spanking thing grabs me in the gut too.  Who knows where this could take us?  We’re getting close to the office.  Do you want my help with that report?”

“No thanks, I’ll be able to finish it this afternoon. I feel such relief already.  Are you coming up?”

“I’ve worked my 40 this week and then some.  How about sushi take out tonight  with some of that good Chardonnay like we had last Saturday night.?”

“Wonderful,  I will have to dress for such an elegant dinner. Will you pick me up at my place?”

“How about 7:00.”

“Perfect.  Here we are.”

kiss

John went right over to the Tattered Cover.  A friendly sales person helped him find the section on erotic spanking and suggested Lady Green’s “The Compleat Spanker” for an introduction.  John hurried home to spend a time reading.

John arrived at Sarah’s apartment just after 7:00.

“Hi John.  My, don’t you look elegant.  I can’t imagine we are planning a quiet evening at home.”

John had on black jeans, dress boots, his ruffled sleeve black renaissance shirt and his wide irish leather belt with the large celtic knot buckle.

“look who’s talking, Sarah.  You take my breath away. Wow.”

Sarah was wearing her long dark green cape with her dark curls spilling out the sides. A tight fitting black spaghetti strap cocktail dress hugged her sleek body. Net stockings reached down to high heeled leather boots.

“The cape and your eyes resonate bringing out the fire.  Altogether you bring out the fire in me.”

“Good!  this relationship needs some fire.”

“Here let me carry your bag.  How did the report go?”

“Fine,  I had it finished by 3:00.  George read it and said it was good, no changes.  I feel so much better about myself.  Thank you.”

“You did it.  Way to go.”

“You set me free.”

“Thanks, but you did that too, I just listened”

“And supported and encouraged,  thank you.” 

“I picked up a book this afternoon.  Perhaps you will find it interesting,”

“What book?”

“Lady Green’s “The Compleat Spanker.”

“I think I saw that mentioned on the web this evening.  I did a little research too.”

“What did you find out?”

“Stuff about why some people find spanking a turn on.  There’s a lot of trashy stuff on the web but a few things seem good.  Quite a lot of articles and stories written by women.  It could take days to check it all out.  Now that I’m opening myself to the spanking scene I really want to experience it.”

“Like this weekend, tonight?”

“Why not?  I have already trusted you with some of my urges, fears, compulsions.  Lets try it on for size.”

The car swerves a little.

“Whoops easy there.  Sorry, I will try to concentrate on the road.  This stuff gets to me.  So do you want to spank or be spanked?”

“Both I think.  My immediate thought is to receive a good long hard spanking leaving my bottom quite red.”

“You want me to administer this?”

“You’re the one.  We will be all alone at your folks house?”

“All weekend long.”

“So what does your Lady Green recommend?”

“ She says communicate.  Make your wants and needs clear.  If you want to play out a scene get both of you, us, on the same wavelength.  Oh and set a safeword.”

“A safeword?  What’s that?”

“A word you will be sure to remember and can use to slow down or stop the action completely.  Actually two words like yellow and red.  The rule is that if the person being spanked, she calls them bottoms, says ‘red’ the spanking must stop.  If the bottom calls ‘yellow’ the spanking must slow down while they talk about it.  If the bottom calls ‘green’ the top can go on longer perhaps with greater intensity.  She makes other suggestions for safewords but these make the most sense to me.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“She also recommends a warm up time where the top doesn’t spank very hard and the bottom can get into ‘sub space’ where he or she take more intensity.  Some people need a lot of warm up.  Warm ups usually have a lot of touching and rubbing as well as light spanking.”

“We’re getting close aren’t we?  How about when we get to the house we do a little warm up spanking?  Then you can tell me how I’m really going to get it later.”

“OK, We’ll try that.  Maybe it will help us judge what is appropriate intensity later.”

“Good thought.  Oh here we are.”

“If you would bring the sushi and the wine I’ll get our bags. We need to go in the front door.  I don’t have the garage door thingy.”

They are greeted by two delighted golden retrievers.

“You are a friendly pair.  What are their names again?”

“Romulus and Remus or Rom and Remy.”

“Classic,  OK you guys, let me get this sushi to the kitchen.”

“Rom, Remy come out to the back yard. Sarah and I have a spanking to start without dog noses.”

“Oh John, this is a great view but someone could see in.”

“Here, I’ll close the drapes.  .. Now young lady come over here.”  He pulls out a chair from the breakfast table.  “Get across my lap.”

“Ooh, I tingle all over”

“I’ll tingle you.”  He says as he proceeds to rub her nicely rounded rump adding an occasional pat.

“If this is a warm up it’s working.  I’m getting positively steamy.”

Smack.  Pop. He gradually increases the intensity’”

OOh, Ahh!

“I’m going to spank you until you get just a little pink.” Smack, Smack! “Then you get to think about it for a couple of hours until the real thing.”

Smack, Smack!

“Ooh, Yes, I’m thinking about it.”

“I’m pulling your dress up to see if we are making any progress.”

“I think pulling my dress up is progress.”

“What pretty black lace panties you are wearing.”

“All the better to turn you on my dear.” Smack, Smack. “Ow, It stings more without the dress in the way.”

Smack, Smack!

“Ow oh, oh.”

“Starting to feel it, eh?”  Smack, Smack.  There I believe we are getting some color.”

John stops a moment to appreciate his handiwork and to rub his succulent target. “I think you may be a little damp.”

“It doesn’t hurt much but I’m on fire!”

“Me too, I had no idea what a turn on this would be.” Smack Smack Smack “Is that too hard.”

“Ow ow.  No its fine. Don’t mind my noises. I think you’re the one getting hard.”

Smack, Smack, Smack Smack.

“Ow ow ow Ouch! That’s getting intense, no don’t stop!”

“You are turning pink.  How pretty!  We must stop soon.  This is just the appetizer.  We need to discuss the main course.”

Smack, Smack, Smack,Smack.Smack!

“Yeow!”

“OK.  That’s enough for now.”  He rubs her buns.

Sarah gets up and wraps herself around John kissing him.  “Oh honey thank you!  The anticipation of what will happen later may kill me but it will be a pleasurable demise.”

“I’ll let the dogs back in and feed the cat.  Will you lay out the sushi?”

“You bet.  I hope they sent lots of wasabi.  Do your folks have some nice chopsticks?”

“Third drawer to the left of the sink.”

“Hi dogs!  No, no sniffing my crotch!  There isn’t that nice, candles and everything.  Will you open the wine?  Let me see.” she checks the chairs. “I believe these are soft enough that I don’t need a cushion.”

“A toast to us turned on my dear.” 

“Cheers.”

“Yum this is so good.  I think I worked up an appetite.  So what do you want later, a straight spanking like more of the same perhaps harder and longer?”

“I think I would rather do a little play acting.  I want to be the naughty teenager who has kept her daddy up for hours waiting for her to come home way after curfew.”

“Good, I will try to play the daddy role.  Sounds like fun.  Any more thoughts?”

“Well, When I was a little girl I used to talk to my grandmother and my great grandmother a lot.  So every once in a while I could get in a question about how kids were disciplined at school or at home and they were happy to talk about it.”

“So what did you find out?”

“Great Grandma Beth was in parochial school back in the 20s.  She told me how the nuns would make the errant girls bend over the teacher’s desk, lift up their skirts and they would spank them very forcefully with a big hardwood ruler.  The girls still had their bloomers and panties, but two dozen swats with that big ruler almost always brought the girls to tears.  She said how it was more of the same at home.  Her mother was partial to the hairbrush and did most of the everyday discipline but when a kid had to see her father it was the belt!”

“Ouch”

“Grandma Alice didn’t have as much spanking history to tell, but had some of the same.  She gave me this as a family heirloom.”  Sarah reached in her purse and pulled out a handsome old fashioned hairbrush made of smooth hard wood.  “She said that Great grandma used this on her more than once.”

“Looks effective.  Are you going to finish up those Philly rolls?”

“Go ahead and take them.  My belly is bursting with butterflies.  I ate plenty of the California rolls and I don’t want to go into this with my stomach too full.”

“Wise choice. We should probably give ourselves time to let dinner settle.  So you know what the safe words are?”

“Well ‘RED’ to stop everything and ‘Yellow” to slow it down enough to talk about it.”

“How can I sense if it is right for you?  Lady Grey says you may  get pretty spaced out.””

“I don’t know.  You will just have to use your good judgement or ask me if it’s not too distracting. How about noise?  Is someone going to hear if I yell?  It would be terrible if someone called the cops on us.”

“I think I’ve got that figured out.  There is a guest room downstairs across from my room and Dad keeps that  West facing window all sealed up in the winter.   There’s nothing in that direction except snow and trees anyway.”

“So that is where the spanking scene will happen?”

“That would be my suggestion.”

“Sounds right.”

“Would you let me have that hairbrush?  I will take it down there and make sure it is all  ready for us.”

“OK.  I’m going to enjoy the view of Denver and try to mellow out.”

“There the room is ready.   What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“You mean as an encore or what?

“Well tonight you are writing the script and being the principal role.  Perhaps tomorrow, other than giving the dogs a good run maybe I could be leading more?”

“Why Honey!  Of course!  I don’t want or need to be  selfish about our time this weekend.  What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know yet.  I just want the opening to make a few calls.  I’m pretty stirred up with all this stuff.  I may not appear to be needy, but I do have needs I’m not quite in touch with yet.”

“Of course.  How about starting tomorrow morning I will be your faithful servant.  I can  rub your feet, fix your breakfast, try to fill your needs and wants every way possible.”

“It sounds wonderful,  then Sunday I will try to do the same for you.”

“Deal.  I think it’s time to get started.”

“How are we going to start?”

She puts on her cape.  “I will step out the door and when you have turned off most of the lights and sit down in the study I will slink in as your naughty daughter.”

“Very good, go for it.”

Sarah steps out and does a series of stretches on the front porch while John closes the dogs in the mud room and puts out most of the lights.  She puts her dress and her stockings in a bit of a state of disarray.  She takes a deep breath and quietly opens the front door.  It clicks as it closes.

“Sarah, is that you?”

“Hi, daddy, I didn’t know you were up.”

“Where the hell have you been?!  I’ve been up all night waiting for you.”

“Oh well, it’s not that late and I”m home now.”

“It is very damn late!  Its 3:34 in the morning and you should have been home no later than 1:00.  Where have you been?  Why didn’t you call?”

“I was having such a good time and I didn’t want to disturb you.  I had no idea you would be waiting up.”

“I am definately disturbed!  Furious!  And look at you.  You look like you just got out of bed.  What have you been doing?!”

“Like I said, having fun.  Chill out, it’s no big deal!”

“I will not chill out.  Your flippant attitude is just making this worse.  There are consequences for this kind of irresponsible behavior.”

“Relax, you are making this a big deal.  I’m going to bed.”

“You aren’t going anywhere until we come to an understanding.  I’m afraid this is going to take extreme measures”

“What extreme measures?”

“You are about to  receive a spanking to remember!”

“A spanking, no way!  I’m sixteen years old. You can’t spank me!”

He grabs her wrist  and leads her down the stairs to the lower floor.  “Not only can I spank you, I will spank you!  You are about to be one sorry sixteen year old.”

“Ow ow! You are hurting my wrist.  Stop it! let me go!”

“I’m going to be hurting more that your wrist.”  He pulls Sarah into the guest room where there is a solid straight backed chair in the middle of the room.  He pulls her across his lap and pulls up her dress.”

“Stop it. Stop it! You can’t do this to me.”

Smack  He delivers a moderate swat on her bottom.

“Ouch! no no don’t spank me!”

Smack,. Smack,. they come a little harder.

“Ow! Daddy no!”

Smack,.  Smack,.  Smack,  He continues the moderate deliberate swats and she starts  fighting to get away.

“This spanking is going to continue until you fully understand the error of your behavior.”

He pins her right wrist to the small of her back and locks her legs with his right leg.

“No!  let me go!”

Smack Smack Smack

“Ow ow that hurts!  Stop it!”

Smack,. Smack,. Smack!  He increases  the force and frequency of the swats  for about 100 good slaps.

“Ow!  ow! Ow! my God that hurts!”

“Perhaps you are beginning to realize what you did?”

“I realize you are a bully!”

He lets her stand up then quickly pulls down her panties.

“Stop that.” she says as she makes a grab for her panties.

Smack.  OW

“Now step out of them you won”t be needing them tonight.”

“No.!”

Smack!  Ow  She steps out of her panties and he hauls her over his lap again.  He picks up a heavy long ruler which just happened to be next to the chair. “This is what the nuns did for Great Grandma.”

swish SMACK!

“Yeoow! No No!

The blows are effective but not too frequent.  Sara’s succulent bottom is getting much more color.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,.... OW! OW! OW!

“No, no that really hurts. OOw  Please stop.!”

Her demands and pleadings have little effect  as the spanking progresses.

Finally he lets her up.

Sarah is jumping, dancing and rubbing her bottom.

“Now listen up I will only say this once.  You are going over to the dresser and bring me grandma’s old hairbrush.  If you don’t do this and force me to get it for you the spanking to follow will be twice as hard and twice as long.!”

“Daddy no! Don’t spank me any more.  I hurt so much. You are a beast.!”

As she says this she is moving toward the dresser.

“I mean what I said.”

She picks up the hair brush and brings it to her father.

“You are horrid I hate You!”

He draws her over his lap again her bare bottom already a firey red.  The spanking starts again to louder howls and sobbing.

SMACK,  SMACK,  SMACK!!!!

Poor Sarah is now learning what a real spanking is all about.  For her it seems endless but she doesn’t mention yellow or red.

She fights every blow twisting and writhing until finally she lets go lying on his lap sobbing.

Finally he stops.

“So what have you learned?”

Sarah is sobbing so hard it is difficult to understand her.  “Sbankigs hurd doo muchh.”

“I want you to ask for the last phase of this spanking and promise you will obey the rules of this household.”

“Dabby, Ib’m sowry. Pweeze finibsh sbadkin.”

“Remove your dress.!”

She takes off the dress.

“Bra too.”

Sarah stands there  her arms covering her breasts.  Net stockings around her ankles.

“You may remove your shoes and stockings. ... Now, get on the bed hips on these pillows.”

“You can howl into this pillow.“

She takes the pillow he offers but watches him wide eyed while he pulls off his irish leather belt , wide and heavy.  He slowly coils half its length around his hand.  He smacks the bed a few times to get the feel just right.

CRACK!!! 

Yeowwww! she screams.

“Now that”s a spanking.”

He gives her time to recover a little and...

CRACK!!!

And so it goes for 24 good swats.

“OOOH  is it over.”

“Yes its over.  I can hardly believe the punishment you took.”

Taking a bottle of arnica and aloe he rubs the healing lotion into her very sore posterior.

“I’b cood.”

“What? Oh you’re cold.  Here we’ll wrap the comforter around you while I rub your gorgeous globes with this lotion.  Here you need to drink a little.”  He helps her to drink from a glass with a straw. 

He holds her rocking her gently.  After a good while she starts to move with him and then turn to unbutton his shirt.  Then his pants. Now he is as bare as she.

“Johnny, here, sit on the pillows.  Yes like that.   I am going to impale myself on your magnificent manhood!”

~ Pathfinder j

A familiar pose and gaze, hands draw me down with loving firmness.  Bravely I brace for the impact and flame of messages repeated time and again. The means will intensify, her voice- calm, instructive- impacts my heart and dissolves my resolve into tears, or so one might hope, for therein lies comfort and catharsis.

~birdie, Jan '09

Twas the night before Xmas when She wrote of the joys

Of the heavy sting of the cane as She figged naked boys

With red buttcheeks deftly parted by Ginger's hot finger

And a burning sensation Miss Chris knew would linger

She'd caned long and hard to enjoyed how each looked

As She took command of just how much the boys took

Striped attentive bottoms clench on Miss Chris' command

As She yielded the swishing cane under firm masterly hand

Subjecting each boy to predicament play viewed delicious

She'd transform into his Governess quite surprisingly vicious

And even though on this Xmas some may view it as heinous

Some boys will experience burning buttocks with fiery anus

~ Gene, December 2008

This is a story about how I might meet Miss Chris in person and have a rather long discussion with Her. It begins when I walk into the airport in Phoenix after flying in from Manchester.  I call Miss Chris from my cell phone to ask directions to Her studio. I call on Her call phone as it is the only number I have for Her. Because I did not have permission to use this phone I will ask Her for a good spanking that I deserve for not having permission. When Miss Chris answers Her phone I identify myself and apologize for using Her cell phone without permission. I ask Her for directions to Her studio only to be told that she is at the airport waiting for me. I ask Her for a good spanking for misuse of Her cell phone. She tells me that we will discuss that issue later. I had put a name tag on my coat so that she could find me easily. She took me out to Her car and I saw a young lady sitting in the driver’s seat. I was introduced to Miss Mack who had come along at the request of Miss Chris. She pointed to the back door and waited for me to open it for Her. After getting in she told me to follow Her in and close the door. She was sitting in the middle of the back seat and ordered me to drop my pants and shorts and lie across Her Knee. I obeyed Her instantly and she opened Her purse and removed a small leather paddle which I was ordered to kiss on both sides which I did right away. She then raised Her paddle up and brought it down on my bare bottom about twenty five times before pausing to ask if I was learning anything yet. I told Her that I liked being across Her red slack covered knees and hoped to learn to respect them properly. Also I said that since she was wearing 2 inch red heels that I hoped to learn a lesson about respecting and worshipping them as it would be a very important lesson to learn.  She told me to watch Her heels as she paddled me because I would be taught to worship those heels very soon that very day. Then she continued whipping my bottom with Her leather paddle until we arrived at Her studio. Then I was told to pull up my shorts and pants and open the door and get out and hold the door open for Her and when she had stepped out she told me to close the door and follow Her into the studio.Once inside, I was told to remove all my clothing except my socks and shoes which she would allow me to keep. I obeyed instantly and was ordered across Her left knee as she wanted to scissor lock me so I could not move. She then asked me if I knew what a long discussion meant and I replied that it meant a long trip across her knees for a lecture and for punishment. She said that was correct. Now it was time to discuss the improper use of Her cell phone. I told Her that I had no other way of contacting Her to let Her know that I had arrived and needed information on reaching Her studio. But I knew that no excuse would be acceptable and asked Her to give me a good spanking for misusing the phone. I asked for whatever she thought I deserved. She said that whenever Her phone is used without Her permission she administers a good licking of not less than one hundred smacks with Her favorite heavy hairbrush. Since I was already across Her knees I asked Her to begin my licking right away. She reached over to a small table next to Her chair and picked up a very heavy oak hairbrush and showed it to me. I kissed it ten times and asked her to make me kiss it again after my licking, for whatever number of times would please Her. So I received a very sound licking from that hairbrush and was crying very quickly. Miss Chris did indeed deliver one hundred smacks to my bare bottom. But she made a slight change in my punishment. After administering the first twenty hard smacks she stopped and ordered me to get up and go to the corner and stand there until told to return to Her knee. When called from the corner I was ordered to lie across Her right knee because she decided to use her six knee positions and that meant I would receive not one hundred but one hundred twenty smacks. She told me that the last twenty would be for the privilege of being across Her knees and would be applied harder than the previous ones. So she applied the second twenty to my bare bottom across Her right knee facing out. Because I was receiving a sound licking I was crying the entire time. It hurt like hell but I knew I deserved it because Miss Chris only delivers what is deserved and Her word is LAW. I also was required to kiss each knee that I was over both before the licking and again afterward. I also had to kiss Her hairbrush both before and after. This took place for every position and she also told me to look at Her heels during my lickings because I would be taught another lesson later that day.  After the sixth and final licking and after I performed the proper kissing ritual, she asked me how my bottom felt and I told Her that it was red and sore but it was supposed to be after a good licking. She asked me if I would rather have been taken across her skirted knee and given the one hundred smacks instead of being across Her slacks. I answered and said that I loved being under Her power while across Her slack covered knees and would not want it any other way unless of course she wanted something different. She assured me that she also liked it across positions.

B“Miss Chris, Do You believe in slapping naughty male faces to make them as red as their bottoms??

MC “Yes I most certainly do and I slap really hard also.”

B “I would like You to slap my face the way that pleases You. And please slap each cheek as often and as hard as You wish.”

MC “I certainly will and I am glad that you want to feel the sharp sting of My Hands.”

Miss Chris then ordered me to stand in the corner and not to touch my bottom or else I would feel her birch switch on my bare bottom for forty lashes while across Her left knee. I knew that I would deserve every punishment given to my bare bottom by this lovely young lady, so I obeyed Her at once. I stood in the corner and did not put my hands anywhere near my bottom. When I was called out of the corner after about ½ hour, Miss Chris told me that I was about to be taught a lesson on how to show proper respect to and worship Her heels. This lesson would of course be taught with my bare bottom across Her knee and she would be using Her favorite leather paddle as my instructress.  I was then ordered to kiss Her paddle ten times on each side, after which I was to lie across Her right knee in the scissors lock. I obeyed instantly and then placed my bare ass across Her knee as ordered. She raised the paddle and brought it down hard on first one cheek and then the other. She made sure that I looked at Her heels during this paddling because it was part of my lesson. The lesson was taught by not less than twenty five good smacks with the paddle. She asked me if I thought that was a good number and I said that it was only if it met with Her approval, which it did not. So she sentenced me to receive not twenty five smacks but forty and they must be applied with more force that normal in order to teach this important lesson. So I was given the forty smacks good and hard just as Miss Chris wanted and my bare bottom was redder than ever but my discipline was not over by any means. This paddling was just the beginning because after receiving all my smacks I would be ordered to lie under Her heels and kiss and lick them upon Her command. I am now under Miss Chris’ heels and she orders me to open my mouth and keep it open while she lowers Her right heel into it for me to kiss and lick to her satisfaction. Naturally,  me being a mere male can never worship a woman’s heel properly because a woman is far superior to all males,  and no male can ever perform to Her satisfaction. Because of this it is necessary and proper for the male to be chastised after making an attempt.  Since I have failed to properly worship Miss Chris’ heel, I am ordered back across her right knee to receive another paddling harder than before. It really hurts and I cry out very strongly. But Miss Chris tells me that it is supposed to hurt in order to teach a lesson. After giving my bare bottom sixty good smacks with Her paddle, Miss Chris orders me to try again with Her right heel. I do honestly try but cannot perform to Her satisfaction. So I find myself again across Miss Chris’ right knee for a good licking this time with Her favorite hairbrush which by the way hurts like hell. Then after she informs me that since I cannot perform properly, I will be given a good hand spanking every hour on the hour while I am in Miss Chris’ presence. These spankings will begin the next hour. In the meantime I have to kiss and lick Her left heel satisfctorily if possible. So once again I am back under Miss Chris’ heels and am told to open my mouth as before and this time she lowers Her left heel into my mouth. I again really try and I kiss the heel and lick it to the best of my ability but of course that is entirely unsatisfactory to Miss Chris. It is not the kissing that fouls me up but rather the licking of the heel.  So because I cannot perform properly to please Miss Chris, she sentences me to a whipping with Her wide, thick leather paddle to be administered twice per day for the three days that I am visiting Her. The first of these whippings will be delivered this evening just before she allows me to go to my hotel room which is very near where we are. Miss Chris has decided to wear a pantsuit this evening and it will therefore be what she is wearing while whipping me across all six knee positions. (I was thinking that she would give me only twenty lashes with her paddle but of course now I know that I will be receiving one hundred twenty, twenty over each position). The spankings she promised me will be delivered as promised regardless of any other punishment. Naturally, these spankings tonight every hour will consist of one hundred twenty because she is wearing a pantsuit. Tomorrow could be different according to what outfit she wishes to wear. She told me that she will wear several different outfits while I am visiting Her for the three days that she ordered when I said I could come to Phoenix.  After all, Miss Chris is THE BOSS and when she tells me that I must spend three days or parts thereof with Her then that is what has to happen.She spanked my bare bottom every hour on the hour until it was time for me to go to my hotel room. The next morning when I reported to Miss Chris I said to Her,” Miss Chris, Ma’am, if I asked You to spank me would You do it?”  She replied, “It all depends on whether you did something wrong or not. If you asked Me to put you across My Knee just because you liked being there, I would not only spank you but would also give you a birching until you could not sit for an entire week. I would not allow you in the PPP unless you deserved a good licking, spanking, or whipping.”  “I was naughty last night because when I went to my room You had ordered me to go straight to bed but instead I watched TV for two hours before turning in.”  Miss Chris replied angrily saying, “You naughty, naughty boy I will teach you to disobey My direct order. Remove all your clothes immediately and go to My cabinet and bring Me My willow switch. You are about to receive a good thrashing to teach you to never, ever disobey me again.  You are well named Badboy because you certainly are a very bad boy.” So I was turned across Miss Chris’ knee and after a good hand spanking that turned my bottom pink, she picked up Her switch and brought it down sharply on both bare bottom cheeks. I yelled out loudly but she paid no attention to my yelling. Instead, she applied Her switch harder and longer than she had expected to. She told me that I would receive one hundred lashes of Her willow switch to teach me the lesson that I needed to learn so badly.  She was correct when she told me that I would not sit after being thrashed with Her switch. I could feel the sting from it for a week just like she said I would. When Miss Chris punishes you, you will remember it for a long time to come. She also told me I was very lucky that she decided to wear a skirt this morning and my discipline would only be across Her knees twice. One facing right and one facing left.  I received a spanking each hour on the hour as promised. Miss Chris never relents when it comes to deserved discipline. Her spankings hurt and always result in crying which she ignores and continues to spank even harder.  Miss Chris had another client that had made previous arrangements to have a one hour session of Her discipline later that morning. So I was informed that since all clients were entitled to privacy, she decided to have me visit one of Her dominant friends for that hour. The doorbell rang and Miss Chris answered it and admitted a young attractive woman who was introduced to me as Miss X. She informed me that I was to obey Miss X without question and if it became necessary for Miss X to spank me, I could expect to have a long discussion upon returning to Miss Chris.  Miss X told me to follow Her to Her car and to open the driver’s door for Her. I obeyed Her and she slid in to the driver’s seat while I walked over to the passenger side and got in next to Her. She lived about two miles from Miss Chris and so it did not take very long to arrive at Her home.  Once inside Her House she informed me that since she was babysitting me, I was going to be spanked because she always spanks everyone that she baby sits to show them who is BOSS. Upon hearing this, I told Her that since I was not a kid there was no way she was going to spank me. Before I could say another word she slapped my right cheek six times very hard with Her left hand and then did the exact same thing to my left cheek with Her right hand. Her hand stung so hard that I cried through each and every hard slap. “You are going over my knee and receive a good spanking with my hand to be followed by a whipping with my short but heavy razor strap until you cannot sit down for the rest of this day. The fact that I am with you means that I am your baby sitter whether you like it or not. Not only that, but you remember what Miss Chris told you would happen if you dared disobey me. Well it is going to happen because I am going to inform Her just what a very naughty boy you are,” said Miss X very angrily. Before I could open my mouth, Miss X grabbed me by an ear lobe and pulled me over to a straight backed chair. Sitting down she unfastened my pants letting them drop to the floor and then she put Her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and let them join my pants on the floor. The next thing I know I am face down across Her left knee in the scissors lock position and Her right hand is being raised high above Her head to be brought down very hard on my bare bottom cheeks. I can’t believe that she is actually spanking me, but my bare behind knows for sure. Her hand hurts just like when she slapped my face a few minutes ago. The only difference is that where she slapped my face six times on each cheek, my bottom is receiving many, many more spanks than twelve. Then I was told that because she was wearing a skirt, she had to raise not only Her skirt but Her slip also in order to put me across Her left knee. Since I saw Her slip and was now across Her nylon knee she would punish me extra because of this. The punishment for disobedience was twenty five smacks with Her bare hand plus twenty five with Her oak hairbrush. For seeing Her slip it was thirty lashes of Her razor strap and for the privilege of being across Her nylon knee it was fifty with the strap. That turned out to be a very, very bad day for me. Not only was I soundly disciplined and chastised by Miss X, but I had Miss Chris’ discipline to look forward to later that same day. Fortunately for me, that was the only discipline I received from Miss X because she had to return me to Miss Chris at a time set by Miss Chris which time was now fast approaching. On the way back to Miss Chris’ house I was informed that the only reason I was sitting in the front seat with Her is because she could not find one of Her friends to come with us and drive Her car. What she had planned on doing was to have a friend drive the car while she sat in the middle of the back seat with my bare bottom across Her knees for a good spanking that she felt like giving me. I didn’t say anything to Her but thought how lucky I was.  Arriving back at Miss Chris’ home Miss X told Miss Chris everything that had happened from the time she drove me to her home, including everything that I had said or done as well as what she had said and what she did. The minute Miss Chris heard that I had been spanked and whipped she ordered me to strip instantly and prepare for a good long discussion with Her.  I looked at Miss X and said to her, “Miss X, I am very sorry for disobeying you and if You want to punish me some more please let Miss Chris know and I will present my bare bottom to Your knee for a good sound chastisement by whatever implements You choose to use on my naughty bare bottom.” Miss X looked at me with such astonishment that I did not know what else to say. Then she spoke saying, “Well badboy I guess I misjudged you because I never thought I would hear what I just heard from out of your mouth. Yes I shall be happy to chastise your bare bottom only if I do again it will be across my jean clad knees resulting in twenty four trips across my knee at four trips per knee position. I know it is usually only two but I believe that four is much, much more effective.” By now I had obeyed Miss Chris and had removed all my clothes waiting for my long session to start. Miss Chris had walked to the front door with Miss X and said thank you and goodbye to Her. She then returned to me to begin our long session which would start by my being placed bare bottom face down across Miss Chris’ knee.  She spoke to me saying, “Badboy you are going to be spanked, whipped, and birched before this day is over. But first you are to be spanked for the hourly discipline you were ordered to receive every hour on the hour. But because you were gone for three hours and missed three spankings you are going to receive all three right now. You will be spanked across My right knee twenty hard smacks followed by another twenty across My left knee and finally twenty five extra hard spanks across both my Knees. Then we will start your discussion. As you have seen I changed from my skirt to my jodhpurs and your chastisements will be across every position many times. You will be spanked by hand, whipped with My riding crop, and birched with of course My birch switch. And so I was duly spanked, whipped, and birched by Miss Chris as she had promised. After it was over I asked Her if she would let me lie across Her knees for a time until I calmed down and stopped crying and whimpering.  She agreed and told me to stay in my PPP until given permission to leave Her knee. I must have stayed in that position for at least thirty five minutes before she ordered me to get up and get ready to head for my hotel for my last night there.  The next morning was my last with Miss Chris because my three days were over. She asked me if I had anything special in mind to do for my last day. I said that I would like to be disciplined with every implement that she could use while across Her knee. She replied saying that she had plenty of such implements and wondered if I could take a good taste of all of them.  I told Her that since she was the BOSS, I was under Her orders and would have to obey every one of them if I ever wanted to be able to sit comfortably again. She smiled and said that I was absolutely correct. Then she gave me my orders for the day.

          First, she would slap my face hard at least six times per cheek.

          Second, she would wear slacks and shoes with various heel heights.

          Third, she would put me across Her knee using a different position for each implement. 

          Fourth, she would change into jeans and change shoes.

          Fifth, she would repeat the same discipline over all six positions.

          Sixth, she would change again to jodhpurs and use Her crop.

          Seventh, after all punishments were completed, I would be ordered to lie down on Her bare floor under her heels and await orders.

          Ninth, she would lower one heel into my mouth and tell me to kiss and worship Her heel for five full minutes.

          Tenth, she would repeat the previous order lowering Her other heel into my mouth with the same instructions.

          Eleventh, she would spank me lightly if I obeyed, if not, she would horsewhip me with Her crop

          Twelfth, she would ask me to do whatever pleased me for my final visit with Her.

I was standing in the corner per Her orders when she told me to come out. I immediately crossed over to where she was sitting and still having a bare bottom I placed said bottom across Her left knee and asked Her for a final good spanking. She was happy to oblige since Her hand had not been one of the implements just recently used on my behind. She raised Her hand and gave me a good spanking of fifty smacks that stung like anything. Then she changed knee positions and repeated the spanking. She continued using a different knee position each time until all six had been used. Then she told me that she would drive me to the airport to catch my plane back to Manchester. She sensed that I had a disappointed face so she asked me what the matter was. I asked Her if it would be possible to have a dominant lady friend of Hers drive us so that she could sit in the back with my bare bottom across Her knees for a really good spanking from the time we entered the car until we arrived at the airport.  She said that she would call Jenni and ask her to assist us again. When she hung up the phone she said that Miss Mack would be only too happy to do that for us. So when Miss Mack came over we got in Miss Chris’ car and I was spanked all the way to the airport. Before getting out of Her car I thanked Miss Chris for everything and also thanked Miss Mack for her part in making this a wonderful and deserving experience for me.

THE  END

ACROSS YOUR KNEES ALWAYS MISS CHRIS,

BADBOY

Of leather and lace,

Reign in the passive seed pearl.

“Kneel.”

A comely treat.

Infuse my sinless yielding,

Clocked in Your shadow.

Ensnare the pallid rose,

To diffuse upon a spiders nest.

You sanction a throbbing solace,

In the garden of vibrations.

Such a raw heat rising,

Primal swelling.

Oh, shell of fervor—

A roaring anchor claims.

A cool blade to ply,

Rakes through deaden nerve.

Rousing the enclosed senses,

With an inferno of saccharine ache.

Rive the skin,

Don’t muse of mercy.

Billows of sweet fumes augment,

Boundless of faith.  

Assail the offering of rind,

For an austere touch bids to soar.

Fusion of truth and energy,

Dovetail with grace.

We tour felicity into being,

To singe the psyche of fear.

Weeping of thorns, a release.

Arms encircle our emblem to rest.

Transcend the sphere of self,

And filter through the canon of choice.

And of the last etch—the enduring mark?

A gifted remembrance of this night.

Of You,

Of me.

Thank You.

Jenni, Oct. 08

Thin purple belt stripes left

Pain aplenty on youthful skin.

But the festering abyss of wounds

Were laid by Fear.

That behemoth faceless shade

Wields a scourge of unforgiving rage.

What survives of the child’s soul,

Is haunted, plunges, lunges, blindly,

Transmogrified into a mad she wolf

Who rends her own flesh to escape

Clandestine traps of memories.

And continues then, a scruffy stray,

Adrift at times, in loveless,

Hopeless, directionless, darkness.

I’ve been told the universe has a plan.

The plan begins on the ivory walls

Of the corner which I now ponder.

Eyes straight ahead, arms aching,

Time extended for "rebellion".

Behind me, brisk heels traverse

The apartment floor.

Wood on wood clatters,

The time for our communication nears.

"All right, follow me."

Each purposeful stride I shadow

strips a decade from my age.

So when she settles with authority

Into the straight backed chair and

Smooths the pin stripes of her dress,

I have become her eleven year old girl,

Who soon will lie across that austere lap.

Resolutely, she takes my hands into hers,

Steadying my nervous eyes,

By her kind leonine regard. 

She speaks of why we are here,

And what she does understand.

How dark moods can cause

Poor choices or bad behavior.

But what is unacceptable must be

Made clear; that she will do.

She is not angry, only disappointed.

Those words pierce painfully

the child adult before her.

I want her to be proud of me.

Her voice retakes my attention.

But most importantly, this

Discipline is dealt because

There are demons to be banished,

Because I need it,

And because she loves me.

I nod; she unfastens my jeans and

Guides me over her pinstriped lap.

So strong and safe, even as

She commences the deliberate

Spanks, her hand is firm, and

Loving in its correction.

The quiet lecture ensues;

Calm the nerves, ease the sting.

Then spank, SPANK, SPANK, 

Again and AGAIN and AGAIN.

A disciplinary duet of words

and rhythm played upon

Me for reasons I know well.

I squeeze her ankle seeking comfort,

And finding none,

Attempt to distract myself by

Studying her perfect shoes set

At attention side by side.

But now we go to the bare;

She instructs with voice

And blistering palm,

If I require pain to stay the darkness,

The provision of such will be

Her responsibility and hers alone.

Unless I want to make her mad.

"You can kick those jeans off."

Her command as she

Takes a seat on the couch.

I found the damn shoe brush.

Its specialty is sit spots.

It works perfectly.

She is mad, I think.

"We aren’t done."

The ottoman.

Her shoes come

Off to get down to business.

The multi -forked tongue

Of an angry dragon flashes

Constant furious fiery lashes

Across my decidedly

Non-dragon hide.

Two straps, a ruler,

A hand made wooden

Peruvian spoon splits.

I brave the fate of a

Very naughty girl.

Internal tears surge;

Against my will,

The seawall holds.

"One more trip across my lap."

“The Essex, the most dreaded

Instrument in her collection.

Firmly taken into a leg lock,

Clasped closely- powerfully, to my disciplinarian.

That horrid brush delivers the final snapping spanks.

A binding reminder of who is in charge,

And who must alter her behavior.

With gossamer arms,

She lifts me tenderly.

I hide in her shoulder,

Unable to meet her searching eyes.

“I’m sorry, the whisper is all I can offer.

Her arms tighten, I forgive you, the answer, and you

Must forgive yourself.

Ever perspicacious, my Miss Chris.

Despite sensitive aftercare,

To a throbbing bottom,

I am slow to process.

Our friendship resumes.

We join a hibachi birthday celebration,

Have lengthy, comfortable conversations,

Into bedtime and deep

Restful sleep.

Breakfast at the nervous place.

Laundry and flipping folding fitted sheets;

We are good company; we chat more

On life, and time is running out.

With no forethought,

And a wild kind of urgency,

I crawl across that same ottoman, to

Where she resides in the big brown chair.

She gathers me in an easy embrace.

I settle against the warmth,

Melding into her like a tired cub.

"There... you... are..."    her voice purrs softly.

Cuddling close, I feel her heartbeat.

Release and peace sigh through my being.

My soul is finally calm and quieted.

Moonlight snow falling, drifting,

Into the valley of her care.

Well spanked surely,

With an unspoken promise that

There will be others if necessary.

But always measured

With love and forgiveness,

No specter of fear. None.

With this woman, the stray finds shelter.

With this woman, the child is safe.

Till she is whole, returned to adulthood,

Ready to begin the battle again.

I am told the universe has a plan,

If one keeps searching and believing.

Parts may be written in apartment corners,

Parts may be found with a little help”

Parts are shown when we begin the journey anew

Refreshed and forgiven of our dark moments.

And part of my plan I have discovered,

With humility and gratitude,

Or perhaps it found me,

"There... you ...are..."

In this woman’s open heart…

YSD  10/08

This is a possible punishment scene between a naughty boy and Miss Chris, his disciplinarian. He was caught stealing a comic book from a local store by the owner, a Miss Hazel O’Brien who brought him before the court. He was found guilty by a female judge who sentenced him to visit Miss Chris for some serious discipline.  When the judge notified Miss Chris that she was sending her a naughty young male for due punishment, she was given all the facts pertaining to the case instantly. He would be reporting to her the very same afternoon at 3 PM.  At precisely five minutes before three the doorbell rang and when Miss Chris answered it, she saw a young male standing before her with a smug look on his face. She told herself that he would not be wearing that look for very long. “You are five minutes early, that mistake will cost you an extra chastisement to be administered after I have properly punished you,” said Miss Chris angrily. “I understand that you are going to spank me,” said the naughty young man to his disciplinarian.” I heard that you spank very hard so I hope that I will not be spanked too hard as I do want to sit down tonight.” he finished saying.  “You do not have to worry about being spanked because I am not going to do that. What I am going to do however, is give you a good horsewhipping with my riding crop and you will be whipped over all six of my knee positions. You should have noticed that I am wearing tan jodhpurs with black boots with 3 inch stiletto heels.” replied Miss Chris in a very angry voice. “I promise you that when your punishments are over, you will not be sitting down not only tonight but for an entire week. I do not like that smug look on your face and you will not have it much longer. You will soon be feeling my crop across your bare bottom cheeks and at ten lashes per position that means sixty in all. But that will be for just your first whipping. Now enough talk. It is punishment time and I want you to strip completely naked in front of me.” He looked at her and said, “GO to hell. I don’t strip for any dame.” That did it.  Miss Chris got up from her chair and grabbed him by an ear and hauled him over to her chair. Raising her right hand she slapped his left cheek very hard and then did it again twice more. Then raising her left hand she did exactly the same to his right cheek. Now he had two very red cheeks that looked pale compared to what his bottom was about to receive. Grabbing his belt buckle she undid his pants and before he knew it his pants and underpants were just off the floor. “Step out of your clothes immediately and do not say one word or you will be very, very sorry, “she told him in no uncertain terms.  Clamping her left hand around his wrist and putting her right behind him she quickly had him in his proper PPP across her left jodphured knee. She picked up her riding crop and brought it down with a sharp crack to his bare bottom cheeks. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, “OW, OW, OW, OW, OW,” he cried out in pain from the lashes of her whip. “You will not steal ever again if you know what is good for you. And for your language to me a moment ago I shall thrash you with my birch switch after completing your discipline.” his mistress told him angrily.” You will not use that language to any woman from now on and you will never, ever refer to me or any other woman as a ‘dame’. Is that clear?” “Yes” he said to her. “Yes! Yes! Yes what you insolent man?” she replied. “Yes” he said again. “Yes ma’am is the correct response. Don’t you ever forget it,” she told him very emphatically. “You have just received one sixth of your first whipping. Thank Me properly for each lash you received and then kneel before me and kiss my left knee ten times respectfully. That was not respectful, do it again and you have just earned an additional ten lashes.” She waited for him to obey her order which he did because he started to learn that when Miss Chris spoke to him and gave him an order he must obey immediately or face very serious consequences. “Back over my left knee for the next five lashes plus an additional ten that I just promised you,” she ordered him in a very angry tone of voice. He instantly put his bare bottom across her left knee as ordered. Again she picked up her crop and brought it down hard on his bare bottom. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, went the sound of her whip. “OW, OW, OW, OW, OW,” cried the naughty male in pain from his deserved whipping.  “You have now received one third of your chastisement. Get up and kneel in front of me and kiss my left knee twenty times with respect if you know what is good for you. After you will kiss the lash of my crop twenty times also with proper respect.  Next, stand in between My Knees facing My right Knee. Bend over putting your bare bottom top dead center across My right Knee to receive your next whipping.”CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,”OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW,” cried the naughty male really feeling pain on his bottom.“All right, get up and kneel before Me again and kiss My right Knee twenty times with respect of course. Then kiss my crop twenty times and thank me properly for your whipping so far.” thus spoke his mistress angrily. “I most certainly will not thank you for what you did to my bottom. I will not be able to sit down tonight and I told you that I must be able to do that,” he said to his mistress. Miss Chris slapped his right cheek ten times hard and then did the same to his left cheek. “How dare you talk to me like that? How dare you use that tone of voice with me? I will taws your bare bottom forty lashes without mercy for your impertinent attitude just now. You will learn that when I tell you to do something you will obey my order to the letter if you know what is good for you. Your tawsing will commence as soon as I have finished your punishment for today,” his mistress told him in a very angry tone. “You will express your thanks to me instantly or I will double your tawsing and I mean every word I am telling you.” said Miss Chris very, very angrily.“All right, thanks for the licking. Is that what you wanted to hear? He asked Miss Chris. She answered him and said,” I did not give you a licking, what I did give you was a whipping with my riding crop. And no, you did not tell me what I wanted to hear. I expect you to thank me properly and with great respect because I taught you a valuable lesson. If you do not know what that lesson was then I shall repeat the whipping until you do know.” “Thank you for my whipping which I guess I had coming ma’am,” said the naughty male to his disciplinarian. ”You guess you had it coming? You guess?” asked Miss Chris in astonishment. “As long as you just guess then I shall have to repeat it in full, won’t I?” asked his mistress. “After all I expect you to know that you deserved every lash of my crop plus a lot more evidently. IF you do not want it repeated, you will have to prove to me that you deserved it in the first place. Can you prove it naughty boy?” Instantly he put his bare bottom across her left knee and asked for a good whipping. “Please give me a whipping Miss Chris, I realize that I have been very naughty,” said the bad boy to her. “OK I will administer the forty lashes of my taws as previously promised. You will stay put and accept each and every one or else. I do not have to tell you what I mean by ‘or else’” said Miss Chris to him. “No ma’am, I know what you mean. Please put your right knee over my legs so that I cannot wiggle around during my tawsing.” said the bad boy to her. “Yes, that is called the scissors lock and I know exactly how to use it,” answered Miss Chris eagerly. She instantly had him in his PPP in Her scissors lock position. She picked up Her taws and raising it above Her head brought it down hard across his bare and very red bottom. “OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW that hurts something fierce,” he cried our in great pain. She paid absolutely no attention to his pleas for mercy because being such a naughty and disrespectful young man, none was needed.  So his punishment continued in the above fashion until he had received his total chastisement per Miss Chris’ orders which were  naturally very strict, especially since the court had sent him to her. He had hoped that She had forgotten about the thrashing promised him earlier because his bottom was already red and sore and had some blisters on both cheeks.  But Miss Chris never ever forgets a promise to punish a naughty boy no matter how sore his bare bottom is.  As soon as he had finished kissing Her knees, Her crop, and Her bare hands, She ordered him to bend across Her right knee facing out so that She could scissors lock him so that he would not be able to move or even wiggle during his thrashing with Her birch switch.  Knowing better that to disobey Her after his severe discipline, he put his bare bottom face down across Her right knee and waited. He did not have long to wait because Miss Chris picked up Her 12 inch long birch consisting of six birch sticks bound together, each being equal length and raised Her switch high above Her head and brought it down sharply on the bare red bottom perched top dead center over Her right knee. “OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, it hurts and I can’t take anymore,” the naughty young man cried out in extreme pain. Miss Chris paid no attention to his pleas and told him that he would take everything She dished out and he would be required to not only thank Her but also kiss Her birch switch as many times as She would determine after the thrashing was over. Naturally, he was not happy about doing all these things, but having a chance to think about it, he realized that She was absolutely correct in every phase of his severe discipline.  So the minute his thrashing was over and She released him from Her right knee, he knelt before Her and began the worship of Her switch and Her hand kissing each with great respect, which rather surprised Miss Chris because he had been so naughty and disrespectful at the beginning. But She knew that Her discipline was exactly what he needed. Instantly upon concluding the worship of Her switch and hand, before She had a chance to say anything, he lowered his still bare bottom once again across Her knees, and asked Her to please repeat any part of his discipline that She felt was necessary. She told him that since he had taken his punishment so very well, that the only thing left was a hand spanking which She would administer just before sending him on his way. Her normal hand spanking at the end of a discipline session was one hundred spanks, but She told him that he would receive only fifty this one time. But he immediately asked Her to apply the entire amount because he felt that he deserved all fifty especially if She delivered them extra hard.  So She immediately ordered him across Her knees to receive the promised spanking of one hundred spanks extra hard. He took them fairly well considering the red and sore bottom.  He knew that Miss Chris always spanked very hard, but he also knew that he did deserve everyone She delivered to his sore and red bottom. During this final spanking, he was crying constantly, but managed to say “Thank You Miss Chris” several times in spite of his very, very red and sore bottom. So this very naughty young man learned several very valuable lessons across Miss Chris’ Knees. In addition to learning to always show proper respect to all women, he also learned how to worship a woman’s knee when she wore pants, and how to worship her implements including her hand. Because She did not have enough time to teach him how to respect a woman’s heels correctly, She ordered him to report to Her again in one month and he would be taught this very valuable lesson. So another naughty young man learned important lessons from a very strict professional disciplinarian.

THE END

by Al

“Come here,” she says

Her voice assures me;

 Her eyes are gentle.

Her lap is a cradle

For my vulnerability.

I have no fear.

“When you feel my palm…”

The stones crack,

and mortar crumbles,

The darkness parts.

Far out at sea

A tsunami rises,

Townships tremble.

“When you feel my palm…”

It strokes and soothes

My skin in circles.

 Like a child I

Clutch her arm

For comfort;

It is given.

“When you feel my palm…”

She speaks kindly, firmly,

“Do unto yourself as you do for others,”

The clear gist of her gentle lecture.

“Or else?” I smile at the bedcovers.

“Or else this butt is mine.”

“When you feel my palm…”

Impacts intensify.

Deep dwelling demons

Are dragged from night

into day and broken apart.

I bury my head and attend

To her calm command,

“Breathe.”

Her palm then rests-

It meanders through

 My moppy hair,

Tenderly ordering

Strands; I bask

 In the care ,

That is there

For the asking.

Her palm resumes-

She sets me aflame.

Because when I am good,

I am very very good.

But for the times I am not,

She skins me properly.

Her palm ceases.

The  tsunami sleeps

 At peace with the sea.

Years of stones

and mortar remain,

But the cracks are substantial,

And light brings change.

Demons need darkness.

I can fight them now.

Her palm’s only part

Of this rare woman.   

 It begins and it ends with

 her uncommon heartbeat,

and her steadfast embrace.

Our time has been brief,

 Yet somehow unspoken,

All was surrendered,

And all was given.

This was about trust;

This was about love.

I bid fond farewell

And go on my way,

 Greeting the sunlight

With a beautifully blistered

Backside.

But my tired and tattered,

Blistered and battered,

 Bettered, unfettered,

Heart---

Takes wing.

@@@@ 

deb 2008 

Locked and kept by freewill alone,

There, my gift waited—meant to be shared.

Pale curves, an unscathed palate,

A restless need. Such rarity to calm indeed.

Offering of skin, mind, and spirit followed,

A sweet door You have opened.

Grasped the dangle of keys, found the one.…

Marked me tender, brought me deep,

A cultured hand fostered queer energy.

Took me as I was,

A kindled novice frayed of passion.

We travel a liken road, an understanding,

Of the lightest manner, the joyful path.

How to thrive within a pure rhythmic exchange.…

Why to savor the honeyed token, the sting,

A precious bite of pain—shroud of scarlet haze.

Feeling through burning way to a velvety finish,

You awoke in me a spark, smoking ember.

Bank the fire to grow, 

Rise up an amber flame.

Needing to flower a learning ache, our journey begins….

A bright pleasure it is in You,

To have found four simple naked truths.

Freedom, beauty, trust, and love,

Fine graces, so liberally given.

Exquisite this, of which we share,

The knowing way of life’s superior bounty.

This girl is so grateful for You….

Jenni

July '08

Summer is hot.  One day I learned the hard way not to press Miss Chris for her "limits" during that season.  It's fun to tease, of course, and maybe even earn the threat of a spanking, but this one time I went too far.  Here's how it happened.

 I was driving her to a restaurant for lunch.  We had toyed with the idea of sometime having an "angry" Miss Chris make me stop the car so She could take me to the back seat for a bare-bottomed spanking.  It's a thrilling fantasy for more than just me, I'm sure.  The idea is to be "sort of public", with the REMOTE possibility of being seen.  In fact, it would be thoroughly humiliating to actually be caught, and maybe even dangerous if the wrong person caught us in the act.  So, we would both want to avoid those hassles.  But, if we saw people in the distance from inside the car, who couldn't really see us, the scary thrill would be utterly intoxicating.  People in real life often turn up out of nowhere at the most inappropriate times.  And, with Miss Chris being the "Get in the back seat NOW, young man -- I don't care who sees you get this hairbrushing!" kind of woman we all know she can be, the stomach-churning scare would be at its absolute maximum.  Besides, you never know how much She means, how far She'll go, maybe She REALLY doesn't care if we get caught.  As we lucky ones understand, She knows how to make scenarios "real."

So, I thought this might be our time.  We were going to a mall, with huge parking areas, some of which weren't too populated on weekday noontimes.  Naturally, if this was to be today, I'd have to "act up" somehow.  I don't remember all the words exactly, but conversation went something like this.

Me:  "You look very lovely today, Miss Chris."  (And, she did, with a knee-length, black, loose skirt, from which her knees poked out.)

MC:  "Well, thank you!  I love black, but I don't know how good a choice it was on a hot day like this."

Me:  "Well, at least in the car, You can lift Your skirt and let the air conditioning cool You off."

MC:  "Oh, yeah, I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Me:  "I like the thought, of course, but You know I couldn't see anything.  You could even take Your panties off, and I wouldn't be able to see anything.  There's no law that says women have to wear panties.  A lot of women choose not to, and think how much cooler You'd be."

MC:  "Right, I guess you're just thinking of Me, aren't you?  What's it to you, anyway, what would you get out of it, besides the hardest spanking you've ever had if you did try to see anything?"

Me:  "Well, OK, of course I'd get a thrill knowing that You were doing that while I sat here in the front seat.  Then, I thought, maybe You'd let me fold them and carry them in my pocket.  Then, while we're eating lunch, I'd have the thrill of knowing they were there, and that Your "basement" was unfurnished and not overheating."

MC:  "You know, I do like the idea, believe it or not.  But, I don't trust your concern for Me and your eagerness.  I might do it.  How about if I take a belt to you when we get home for being brazen enough to suggest it?  Would that be a worthwhile trade-off for you?"

Me:  "Hmmm...  How serious would that belting be?"

MC:  "That's my choice, isn't it?  Do you want to gamble on that bargain?  Think it over, now."

You know how we are about promising things which are in the future.

Me:  "Yes, please Ma'am, let me see Your panties come off and let me put them in my pocket for safe keeping.  I promise I won't try to peek." 

So, she did.  There were some athletic moves to get off the seat for a moment.  There was mysterious, delicious rustling of Her skirt, and magically, black panties began the trip down Her gorgeous legs.  I was good, I didn't try to peek, the sight I was seeing and understanding was payment enough.  She folded them and handed them to me.  Before reaching my pocket, the panties in my hand instinctively passed by my nose.  That didn't go over well.  Miss Chris yelled at me, slapped my arm, and demanded I hand the panties back to Her.  I apologized, begged, and was allowed to put them away, but Miss Chris now had a permanent frown on her face and, I suspected, "a bee in Her bonnet."  I could see She felt a bit betrayed, and I knew that wasn't the attitude I wanted Her to have when She picked up the belt later.  I touched Her hand, which was on Her knee, and apologized again for getting carried away.  I'm normally much more of a gentleman around Her, out of admiration and respect.  She seemed to ease up a little and patted my hand with Hers, leaving mine on Her knee.  Maybe the "heat" was affecting my judgment.  In the next few blocks, that hand slowly inched above Her knee and to the bare skin on the inside of Her upper leg.  All of a sudden I felt a sharp and loud slap on my hand.  She yelled at me again and told me to pull over to the side of the street and stop the car.  Then she told me to take my sunglasses off and look Her in the eyes.  It was a nervous pleasure, until She slapped me hard on my face.  She had never done that before, so the novelty and shock hit home.  I teared up a little.

MC:  "What's the matter with you, today?!  Are you TRYING to get Me to drag you out to the curb, pull down your pants, and give it to you good in public?  I thought we were going to have a nice lunch before you pulled any shenanigans.  And, even then, I didn't expect you to get so naughty for real."

A few tears did dribble down, as I apologized once again.  It didn't help to say my testosterone had temporarily won the battle.  She almost decided to turn around and go home, but my begging and promising won Her over one more time.  She does have a big heart.  And my few tears were really because I could see how disappointed She was at the moment with me. 

So, we continued and made it to the restaurant without further incident.  I really hadn't wanted to earn the car spanking until after lunch.  I really did just lose my head.  By the time we were heading into the restaurant, we were both feeling better, but She still had a worrisome frown, not totally relaxed, yet.  We were escorted to a booth.  A waitress brought us menus and water and left, so we could look over the menus. 

I made the final mistake of asking Miss Chris (I could see She still wasn't in a great mood) what I had actually done that was so wrong.  My hand, after all, wasn't thinking of going all the way up Her leg.  My hand isn't insane?!  I was trying to give Her a chuckle, so lunch could be more enjoyable, but it backfired. 

MC:  "That isn't funny, mister.  We should probably leave a tip and go home right now so I can blister your bottom properly!  I know you're probably hoping some tasty food will calm me down.  We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"

I couldn't think of which line of defense to try next, when the waitress saved me.  She was in her mid-forties, had a pleasant demeanor, and was ready to take our order.

MC:  "Let me think for a second, if I can.  I'm so angry with this bratty man, I can't concentrate."

The waitress glanced at me and saw nothing but meekness and maybe some embarrassed flushing in my cheeks.

W(aitress), jokingly:  "Yeah, MEN!  What are you going to do with them, anyway?"

MC:  "Ha!  I know what I'm going to do with this one when we get home!  But, this hairbrush in my purse has the itch right this minute.  I wish you had a private room in back we could use for ten minutes.  Or, maybe I should just drag him into the ladies room, but I wouldn't want to scare any other customers."

W:  "It doesn't sound like you want to brush his hair.  I wonder if you really do to him what it sounds like you're saying."

MC (glaring at me):  "Go ahead, bad boy.  Tell the lady specifically what I'm talking about."

Me (shrinking and dying):  "Well, ..."

MC:  "Tell her this instant!!"

Me (quickly and quietly):  "Well, ma'am, She really does pull me over her lap and spank my bare bottom.  It's embarrassing and hurts no matter what, but Her hairbrush is terrifying.  I'm being very good right now, I'm sorry for embarrassing you and me, and I hope we can have a calm and tasty lunch to bring some peace to our world."

The speech killed me.  Miss Chris had never outed me to a stranger like that.  I knew this was a situation getting out of control, and I really was thinking it would be better to go home and get what promised to be a tearjerker over with.

W:  "Well, this is a new one on me.  I'll be happy to take your order now and wish you the best of luck and hope the rest of the day is better for both of you." 

W (looking at Miss Chris):  "Oh, the ladies room is a small one back there, just two stalls, a sink, and a little, padded sitting bench."

MC:  "Does it lock from the inside?  What would you think, would it be all right to make some noise in there?"

I knew my face was burning red, now.

W:  "It's pretty slow in here, this side of the room is empty.  It does lock from the inside.  I don't know how much noise you're talking about, or who might hear anything, but that's up to you.  I've known, rarely, a mother or two to drag a child in there for a quick spanking, but that's not done much anymore these days.  I can't tell you what to do with an adult man.  If nothing gets broken, and if it doesn't take too long, well, it's all up to you."

I suspected Miss Chris was going down this path to crush any sassiness out of me and put in a big scare.  That was working beautifully.  I think that's all that would have happened if the conditions of emptiness in the restaurant weren't so ideal.  She gave her order, I gave mine and held my breath.  Then Miss Chris stood up and grabbed her purse.

MC:  "OK, I think my lunch will go down better if I blow some steam off and show this young man what can happen when he pushes too far.  Since it is slow, and since you've got an earful and sounded curious, if you'd like to see for yourself, just give the word."

Me:  "Please, Miss Chris, I'm so sorry.  Let's just eat lunch.  You can take care of this in Your harshest way when we get home, can't You?"

MC:  "Sure.  Don't worry, I will.  Now, don't say another word."

W:  "It's a first for me.  It'll just take a second to put your order in.  Sure, you don't mind an audience?"

MC:  "Not at all.  We'll wait for you.  Come with me, mister."

I slowly got up, a little dizzy, plenty shamed.  Miss Chris actually took my hand and made me follow Her towards the ladies room.  I got a drink of water from the fountain while Miss Chris went in alone.  She came out saying it was all clear.  A minute later, the waitress came back, and we all went in and locked the door.  She looked at the waitress as She pulled the bench a little further from the wall and sat down, my hand still in Hers.

MC:  "Well, this one will be short and sweet.  I just want to teach him a really, really embarrassing lesson, and I'll be able to digest my food better after this."

As she pulled me in front of Her, opened my belt (I panicked and pulled back for half a second, but the intense glare brought me back right away), unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and pulled pants and shorts down to my ankles all at once, She said:  "Don't worry, this is going to be real and much longer than he'd like right now, but I'll spend more like an hour on him when we get home."

As I was pulled over Miss Chris's left knee, I caught a quick glimpse of the waitress's surprised look and gaping mouth, but I noticed she wasn't looking away.  Miss Chris wrapped Her right leg around me, grabbed Her hairbrush from Her purse, and laid into me with hard, fast swats.  There was no warmup.  I gasped for air, cried out a little from the shock, and after 15 seconds, I began to cry for real in embarrassment and pain.  There was too much noise, but all my focus was on the same area Miss Chris was focusing on.  I suspect it lasted less than two minutes, but She probably delivered around 200 strokes.  She let me fall to my knees and sob on Her leg for only a few seconds, asked the waitress for a paper hand towel, told me to get up, wipe my tears, pull my pants up, and apologize to the waitress, whose mouth had finally closed.  I did.

W:  "Oh, no, that's OK.  I've never seen anything like that, but it was an eye-opener.  I know a few other guys who could use some lessons like that.  And, look now at how sweet and well-behaved you are.  I think maybe you're a lucky guy."

I was glad the waitress took it all so well.  I was numb for only a minute, before the booth seat began reminding me to be good.  It didn't seem like anyone was staring at us.  I don't know how they couldn't have heard, but I could hope they hadn't.  The real, and scary, lesson here was that Miss Chris showed no hesitation in this whole thing.  If the place had been crowded and people had heard and seen me limping back to my seat with a red face, it wouldn't have bothered Her at all.  I worry She might have even preferred it that way.  I'm planning to not push any of Her buttons in future public places (but, oh, how I want to).  The smile on Her face while we ate, and the feeling of love I have for her and caring I sense from Her, make me want to reach for those buttons again.  But, I should probably finish lunch and make a getaway, first.

Lunch was good, and I felt that sore, leathery feeling while walking Her back to the car.  Strange how I always look forward to lying across Her lap, but I wasn't looking forward to the promised hour of intensity.  I hoped the last half hour had eased up on that prospect.  A loving, "simple" spanking would do the trick nicely.  I was feeling a slight throbbing down below (well, OK, both front and back were throbbing for different reasons) thinking about that, and watching Her climb up into the SUV seat didn't do any harm, either.  I ALMOST reached for Her lovely bottom to help Her in, but all the blood hadn't yet left my top brain. 

It was a huge, spread out mall, and as we started to weave our way through the parking lot, I guess my top brain fluid had finally emptied.  I asked Her isn't She happy now (the walk to the car was plenty hot and it takes a few seconds for the air conditioner to cool us down) to not have any panties on (I did occasionally reach my hand in my pocket during lunch -- I said lunch was good, didn't I?), and She could trust me not to look while She loosened Her blouse and took Her bra off, too (I didn't really understand the mechanics of all that, but I was willing to learn).  She gave a little glare, but I was happy to see it was more of a playful "Watch out, mister!" kind of glare.  And then (I swear it was an accident, but I've been wrong before), as I reached over to just point and say how heavy and uncomfortable I assumed Her bra was, my hand landed on Her breast (I was partially looking at the road, after all). 

We both jumped and I apologized and tried to explain, but Her glare was now real, and She told me to pull into the nearest parking space.  We were kind of in between the mall buildings, and there were only a couple of isolated parked cars about 100 feet away.  I expected another face-slapping and scolding.  The irony is, it really was an accident this time, although in retrospect, the teasing about bra removal was definitely intentional, so I felt guilty enough.

The engine was running, the air conditioner was a must.  But, instead of talking me down, She told me to get out, pull my seat forward and come over to help Her out.  That seemed odd, and that's always scary, but I did as told.  Maybe She wanted more freedom of arm movement for a harder face slap.  I certainly would prefer that to a spanking in the open air.  When I helped Her out, She had the dreaded hairbrush in Her hand again.  Now, I had that terror and lump in the stomach again.  She didn't say a word, just motioned for me to move Her seat forward.  Then She climbed into the back seat, so now it was obvious what was coming.  My eyes circled all around.  Oh, no, I could see several sets of pedestrians in the distance.  She motioned me to climb in, too, which I gladly did and pulled the passenger door shut behind me.  If I was going to get it here, I just wanted it over quickly, before someone walked to a nearby car or a parking cop drifted by to see why we were in the back seat.  I had a millisecond wish that we were teenagers and climbing into the back seat for other reasons. 

But, Miss Chris seemed eerily calm and was in no hurry.  I was sitting on the folded down passenger seat, facing Her.  She just thought for awhile and slowly began discussing and scolding.  Well, my car fantasy was finally here, but in real life, in daylight (as opposed to during a sexy dream at night), things always seem so different.  I mean, it was good that She was there and I was here, and the dream could finally get some real data to guide its future variations, but there was a real world outside, with real people, most of whom wouldn't see why I thought this would be fun.  So, I was scared and anxious, but it really was still sexy, thrilling fun.  Even from a distance, would people see Her hand quickly rising and falling?  Who could doubt the meaning of that? 

Miss Chris found more words than usual, and stretched the worriful embarrassment out.  She told me to lower my own pants and shorts to my ankles.  And then she found more words and seemed to talk even slower and quieter.  I began to savor Her every word, and sank into studying Her face and the way Her lips moved.  It very rarely happens for me (I envy those for whom it is standard fare) during a spanking session, but sitting there quietly, looking at this lovely, dominant woman, whom it was so easy to develop a crush on, part of me began to grow and stand at attention.  She teased and scolded me about that, too, and tapped it a little with Her brush.  The focus made me droop in embarrassment, and then She finally invited me across Her knee again, just like in the ladies room. 

Since we were alone, and sort of fulfilling a long-desired fantasy, I expected now a sharp, but short and not too hard spanking, just to complete the idea.  After all, She said She had more severe plans for when we got home.  But, again like in the ladies room, this one was for real.  I was still plenty sore, remember, so the tears and pleas were real, too.  And, aside from the scolding and pausing to rest Herself sometimes, this seemed to unbelievably last closer to five minutes.  Believe me (some of you already know), that's a VERY long time with a hairbrush.  By the time She let me up, I could care less if a crowd had gathered peeking in the windows.  I just wanted Her forgiveness and consolation.  At least this time, She let me cry into Her lap for as long as needed, and held my head in Her bosom for a little bit. 

I felt ashamed that I had been hoping (fruitlessly, I knew even then, of course) to steal a more generous glimpse of Her breasts.  All I wanted now was Her warmth and tenderness.  Eventually, it was time to stumble back out into the world, and head home.  I felt exhausted and humbled.  I was very quiet on the way home, glancing occasionally at Miss Chris with love and admiration.  She let me put my hand on Her knee on the way home, and it was very happy to be there -- I was, after all, touching Miss Chris.

Miss Chris reminded me that Her promises had to be kept, and back home, there was extended time over Her lap, and some more tears, but somehow, they were tears of joy in getting to spend personal one-on-one time with Her.

Accountability beckons;

Her lap is the reckoning,

Weary with guilt I

Return to the cradle.

My surrender is tenderly

Drawn down, enveloped

Within the safety of

Her care.

The hardwood is strict-

 no arguments,

 Attitudes, excuses.

Her knowing palm cruises;

She notes every bruise.

Though firmer marks

 Linger a day or two.

With love her hand falls,

Its ringing tattoo wakes

 a soul gone astray.

The echoing cadence

Beats time with her words;

Listening, I find the way

Home again.

It was much too late,

Atonement  awaited.

The sole comfort was

That she might

put me straight.

Heat the hide

Turn errant tides

Of deeds, I did

Know better than--

Inside.

The lesson’s complete.

I comprehend even more

The relief in restraint,

Sweet solace of pain,

As yin shifts to yang. 

How shall I explain

To those who don’t feel

The sun after rain?

The burn is what’s real.

Her love frees my heart,

And to hurt is to heal.

In release there is peace,

The sin will be cleansed,

With the darkness destroyed,

All the demons are lamed,

I will rise without shame,

And walk weeping to joy.

deb, August 2008