Let us close the week with a story. I did not read it, well since 1999, to see what it was about. Here we have reality turning into a story. A married woman’s dalliance being addressed by a no nonsense mentor.
From Tendril@xxx.com Sat Mar 20 00:30:17 1999
He settled himself on the loveseat and opened the newspaper. “Elise, come here”. She stood before him and waited. The only sounds were the hammering of her heart and the beauty of the horn concerti. “What?!” She began to fidget; unable to will her hands to be still. He lowered the paper and said quietly, “You will stand silently until I decide to deal with you”. The clock chimed, and he continued to ignore her. She was filled with dread, but determined that he would not see her fear. The minutes passed until she was longing for anything to happen, just to be able to move her aching legs.
At last he put away the paper and fixed his gaze upon her. Now, she wished above all things in heaven and earth he had not learned of her affair. She prayed that the earth would open and swallow her. “Now we will have a little
talk. Give me your hand.” Taking her hand in his, he turned it and admired the delicate shape.” Taking the ruler in his hand, he said ” First I will set the ground rules for our chat. You will look at me when I speak to you; you will answer and address me as Sir, and you will only speak when I give you leave. I will punish each instance of disobedience. Do you understand?”
“Yes! But don’t- I can explain everything- it’s not what you think! ” The ruler descended with a sharp crack on her palm. “You will answer me with respect, and a simple yes or no is all that is required.”. She tried to draw back her hand, but he clasped it firmly. “Do you understand me, young lady?”
She gritted her teeth and from behind clenched teeth answered “Yes, sir.” Another blow of the ruler reddened her palm. “You will look at me when you answer me.” His face was calm, but his eyes blazed and she could hardly meet his gaze. “Give me your other hand”. Reluctantly she complied, rubbing the freed one against her thigh. “How long have you been playing the whore?” “I’m NOT – you don’t understand!” Two blows fell in quick succession. “You will answer my question directly; now.” She looked wildly around the room, but found no avenue of escape. “Three months, but not anymore, sir.” “I see. I am glad that you have come to your senses, but you will receive ample correction to assist you avoid future such errors.”
“Are you ready to accept my correction?” Terrified, she nodded slightly. She loved him, and yet feared him. She knew he was disappointed and saddened by her foolish dalliance. She knew he would be severe with her. Again the
ruler fell, this time on her thigh, leaving an angry red stripe. “I did not hear your reply.” “Yes, sir.” It was the most she could manage at this point.
“You have forced me to take serious steps to discipline you. You must remember that I care about you but will show no mercy.”
“Raise your skirt and come across my lap.” She broke out in a cold sweat and was rooted to the spot. Her hands clenched the hem of her skirt.
Memories of previous trips across his knee flooded into her mind. The humiliation, the pain; feeling like a small child again. Too afraid to rebel, she eased the skirt up and bent herself to lean across his lap. Halfway down, she stopped-
“please let me explain, please don’t spank me now.” The ruler fell on her exposed thighs, adding to the stripes she’d already earned. She tried to stand with a jerk, but instead he pushed her down and held her in position. “You
will not speak unless spoken to, and I am going to spank your bottom right now.” With that, he pulled her panties down in one smooth motion. “I’m going to spank your bottom until it is on fire, and then I am going to cane the
devil out of you. Fucking your little friend will be the last thing on your mind when I’m through with you.” Without hope of rescue, she was determined to gut it out. She grasped the edge of the cushion and clenched her fists as hard as she could. By God, she thought, let him do his worst!
He saw her defiance and felt her brace herself. He smiled to himself and admired her spirit. But he would break that spirit of rebellion tonight. Using a small paddle, he began to cover her bottom with spanks, slowly at first, and
then faster until every inch was warm and pink. As the sting became more intense, she began to cry out and struggle to escape the punishing blows. He stopped for a moment. “Elise, tell me darling, did you enjoy fucking him?”
Another silent struggle ensued as she desperately wanted to escape. He hit her then quite firmly. “Answer me, young lady.” In a trembling voice she complied in a whisper, “Yes sir”. She knew to lie would make it unbearable. He ran his hand over her ass, feeling the heat, imagining the tenderness.
Allowing her to stand, he looked at her and shook his head in exasperation.
“I am so ashamed of your behavior. Is this the way you were raised to act?”
She looked at him, face somber. “No sir”. “I should think not. Go to the closet and bring me the cane.” She turned to obey him, cursing the lust that had brought her to this point. Her palms burned and her bottom was on fire.
She brought the cane to him and hung her head. “May I say something, please?”
One last chance to talk her way out of what was sure to be a thorough thrashing. “No, you may not. Remove your skirt, lower your panties and bend over my desk.” She silently did as he instructed and waited. He moved beside her and lightly rested his hand on her back.
“Now then, my dear, did you let him kiss your breasts?” Before her faint reply was finished, the cane struck her. “Did you suck his cock?” On and on he interrogated her, caning her with each answer. She was soon pleading and
begging him to stop, each question more embarrassing than the last. Finally she began to sob. The pain, the humiliation were more than she could bear.
“So, now you are beginning to regret your little fling, are you?” “yes sir.
In heaven’s name, please stop!” The cane fell four more times. “How interesting. Go stand in the corner while I consider your unhappy situation.”
Tears streaming down her face, she stood in the corner as he poured himself a drink, trying to decide if he had blistered her sufficiently.