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Spanking Stories - I Need Discipline

By The Disciplinarian

She called me because having seen my website the though it was the perfect answer for her. Her name was Hayley and because of her senior position in her company nobody had any control over her. She knew that she had been unjust a number of times with work colleagues and she needed to be punished for these actions. Could I help her to purge her guilty feeling?

I explained that I had several ladies who visited me with similar concerns where they were too senior to be reprimanded themselves but were aware of the way they dealt with others. I could certainly deal with her as requested if she would make arrangements to visit me.

We decided that she would come next Friday evening and the session would continue as long as was necessary.

It was seven o'clock on Friday when the front doorbell rang and when I opened the door I was confronted with a middle aged lady who was very nervous. I invited her in and, once the door was shut, immediately took her hands and reminded her that "Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen."
She removed her coat and we went into the lounge. I then asked her to talk to me about her problems and again she explained that because of her seniority she frequently had to discpline, or even dismiss, junior staff. Sometimes she felt that she had created the problem herself by her attitude but was unable to apologise and felt a sense of guilt for the outcome. Because of these shortcomings she considered that a very firm spanking and caning by an outside person would at least make her feel that she had atoned in some way for her behaviour. I agreed adding that this was a problem often found with senior single, unattached women who had no partners to talk it over with. I also added that a number of these ladies now returned on a regular basis.

I then asked:
"Will you put yourself completely in my hands?"
She hesitated for a moment and then agreed. She stood up and I saw an attractive lady of about thirty-five years with a medium slim figure wearing a blouse, skirt, stockings and high heels.

I then moved over to the couch and told her to take up her position along the couch and across my knees which she did burying her head into the cuchions at the end. I massaged the skirt once or twice and then gave a few slaps across her buttocks. Not hard but enough to tell her that we had started. She gasped and I guessed that now the reality was starting she was suddenly aware of what she had let herself in for. I continued spanking and massaging for the next few minutes using some hard and some gentle spanks for variety.

I then lifted her skirt and again the slight reluctance before allowing me to do so. She was wearing a pair of black silk knickers and a suspender belt to hold up her stockings. I massaged the bum a few times and then used my hand harder than before. She began to gasp as my strokes powered home as the knickers offered little protection. I then pulled the knickers into her bum crack so that the reddened bum cheeks were now clear and started on the bare bum. The crack of my hand rang round the room and I was soon getting a satisfactory reaction from her as the pain began to build up. She started wiggling and her legs parted slightly as I spanked away. I made no attempt at any sexual contact and kept the spanking strictly to the bum.

Now I told her to remove her skirt and stand in the corner naked below the waist until I was ready to continue.
Now it was time for the instruments and I took her into my office with the flogging bench. She gasped when she saw what I had to offer but I explained that I would use each of the instruments gently on her to find out her preferences. She then bent over the bench and a glorious sight it was with her long legs encased in balack silk stockings topped my a firm bum which was already beginning to lose its redness from the hand. I gave her a few more with my hand and then introduced her to the instruments one by one. First the 'slappy' paddle, then the leather ones, straps followed with the Lochgally 'tawse' as the last. Now it was time for the cane and I used the nursery cane for six sharp but controlled strokes.. Now I told her e would rest and have a cup of tea before the punishment began. She walked into the lounge naked below the waist as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

As we drunk our tea I explained that she had come to me for punishment spanking so there would be NO safeword. I would, from my experience judge when she had received enough. I pointed out that the first session was always exploratory and if she returned the tariff would probably be more.
We now returned to the office and I told her to take her position over the bench. She was not to talk unless spoken to and when I asked her to count she was to say "One, thank you Sir", failure todo this would mean that the stroke didn't count and she would receive it again. She nodded that she understood and took up her position.
Again to tone the bum I started with handspanking but this time it was HARD and with the full force of my hand. I then took up the Lochgally 'tawse' and lining up her bum cheeks, lashed it down. She cried out with the pain but I warned her that stroke would not count. Twelve more times the 'tawse' cracked home on the bum each one covering part of the previous strokes. By then she was weeping gently but had not cried out again. It was now time for the full punishment caning and I asked if she would like to be fastened down. She chose against it and I warned that this was what she had come for and the session would only end when I decided.

She took up her position again and I told her that I wanted these counted. I lifted the nursery cane and swished it through the air before resting it on her bum chheks. I then lifted it and cracked home. "One thank you Sir" she cried out. I gave five more cuts before inspecting the bum and massaging the marks. Then it was time for the next six and the marks showed as a line up the bum with twelve white line, turning to red. Now I tok the punishment cane and told her she need not count them but they would be harder and would continue until I considered she had purched her guilt.

The thicker cane whistled home and crossed lines already showing. One, two, three, four - I continued until a dozen had strokes home. The weals from the nursery cane were now overwhelmed by the heavier marks. I could tell that she was still not subdued however so I went into the next dozen using the cane with more force than before. By now she was crying out that she had had enough but experience told me that this was just a cry not a genuine appeal and I continued until I had finished this twelve.

Now it was time for the final six and I lifted the heaviest cane I have and with controlled power brought it down on the scarrified bum. Five strokes and then the final trashing one which ends the session landed and it was all over. She was weeping bitterly but had not flinched from what she considered a just punishment. I lifted her up and gently led her back to the lounge where she lay across my knees, not this time to be spanked, but for me to apply oil to the wounds.

Finally she dressed and gathering herself together gave me a kiss on the cheek thanking me and saying that somehow it had released her and she was sure that she would return soon.

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