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Once in a Blue MoonPrologueShe turned the radio off and looked at the dark afternoon sky. Almost at once the rain spattered on the windowpane and left tears shaped droplets. Tears; did she read somewhere that c***dren were told that rain was formed from the tears of angels crying for the sins of c***dren? Or did her mother tell her that in an effort to convince her to be good. She still believed in Angels but she had found more positive ways of being ‘good’, whatever that was. She crossed the room and opened a small drawer set in the desk that her computer rested on. She took out a five-year diary with a little lockable strap holding it closed. She kept it locked, even though it could be forced with nothing more than a hairpin but she liked the idea that it was secure. The key lived under her computer keyboard; she had thought that a cute hiding place for it but accepted that it would be the first place anyone would look. Smiling ruefully to herself she retrieved it and unlocked the book. It had not been maintained as a true diary but used as a handwritten journal, she had done her best to keep to the same ink and type of pen and there were only a few pages where the necessity to record the information had out weighed the need for uniformity. She took the book and sat in her favourite chair and pushing her hair away from her face began to read.Chapter 1Katherine stepped from the shower and wrapped a huge fluffy bath towel around her. She checked the time as she went into her bedroom, 5:05 pm according to the bedside clock, good, she thought, plenty of time. She towelled herself dry, put on a dressing gown and sat at the mirror. She gathered her make-up, surveying the array of hues and colours in front of her she decided on the look she was going to adopt and started to apply it. Looking at her efforts in the glass, she was pleased by the reflection that blinked back at her. Then the first flutter of butterflies made itself known. She got up and turned to the bed, looking over the carefully laid out clothes and wondered again if it would be the right look.Taking off her dressing gown and hanging it up, she sat in the edge of the bed and picked up the black French Knickers style panties and pulled them on. She stood and crossed to the mirror and stood, twisting to see how her bottom looked in them. Then, she slowly pulled them down and tried to imagine what this image would look like in a few hours time: another attack of butterflies, she shuddered slightly and pulled them back into position and straightened the waistband. She put on the matching bra and then carefully donned the black seamed hold-ups that he had asked her to wear. Another look in the mirror, more twisting to see the view at the back but she could not pull the image together. She put on a crisp red blouse, buttoned it up and smoothed it down. She ran her two hands gently over the front of her panties as she did so and felt something slightly different to the butterflies for a second, which pleased and clamed her. Turning her attention to a knee length skirt that she had recently bought, Katherine carefully stepped into it and brought it to her waist, fastened it and straightened the blouse. Again to the mirror, twisting this way and that but this time to see how the skirt moved with her body. Pleased with the results and smiling a little, she sat down and fitted her shoes. This time when she went to the mirror she detected a slight wobble and decided that her instincts had been right all along, the heels were too high for this occasion. If she were to make a fool of herself, as she feared she might, then it wasn’t going to be because she had fallen off her own shoes. She changed them for something that she could walk in.Now the clock told her it was 6:15, she picked up her mobile and dialled the local taxi firm. Katherine ordered a cab for 6:40 to the Little Inn; she gave her address and then cut the call. Going to her computer, she searched for and found a file and sent it to her printer, she copied the numbers from the screen to her mobile and then went downstairs. On entering the lounge she crossed to the bureau, opened a drawer and took out a small pink ribbon. Then she went to the drinks cabinet and removed a half bottle of whisky and poured a small one then put the bottle in her handbag. She fetched her jacket and carefully pinned the ribbon in place on her left lapel and put the jacket on. A long look in the hall mirror told her that the ribbon was perfectly straight and that she looked as good as she ever would. She ran her hand over her bottom for a second and tried a smile but somehow it looked more like a grimace, with a slight shrug she turned from the mirror and went back to rejoin her whisky. A car horn sounded outside. She downed the drink, picked up her bag, did a last check and went outside pulling the door closed behind her.Katherine got into the back of the cab and repeated the address to the driver who pulled off chattering the usual inanities so common with cabbies. She made what she hoped were the right noises in the right places, as she wasn’t really listening her mind was turning over with a dozen questions that she seemed to be asking herself all at once. Was she mad? Was she doing the right thing? What if he doesn’t like me and won’t take the ribbon? Perhaps I won’t like him, what will I do then? But she found no answers. She took little if any heed of the passing streets and continually looked at her watch, she really didn’t know what she would do when she got there but she knew that she did not want to be late but ever traffic light was red and ever junction was busy and it seemed as if she would be taking this cab ride forever. Then the cab driver’s voice shook her from her reverie, they were in the car park of the Little Inn. She got out and paid him and waited until he drove off out into the early evening traffic.Katherine went slowly to the door of the Carvery bar, as she drew close she took out her mobile and keyed a number. She stepped back into the shadows of the car park and stood watching through the window into the bar. It was reasonably busy for this early but it was Friday and the ‘Weekend Starts Here’, mob were wasting no time. She pressed Send on her phone.A man sitting alone at the bar reached into his jacket and took out his phone. He looked at the display and then smiled as if amused and looked up, straight at her. She knew that he could not see her but it unnerved her all the same. He pressed a button on his keypad, read the text and returned it to his pocket. She moved quickly further into the shadows and watched the door. It opened and he stepped out looking round the car park with a slow steady gaze. “Anthony,” she called softly, on hearing his name he looked in her direction and moved across to her.“Come let’s go inside quickly, its cold out her.” He motioned with his head that she should join him and she walked over. Opening the door and steering her gently with slight pressure in the small of her back he ushered her inside.Suddenly she felt as if the entire place had stopped talking and were looking at her. OMG she thought, they all know why I am here. But on a second glance she could see that she had generated no interest at all. She reached the bar. “Hi” he said, “its Kate isn’t it.” It wasn’t a question. And she understood his use of the name. Now that she was closer, she could see a small red British Heart Foundation pin fastened to his lapel. It was upside down and she suppressed a giggle at the mental image it produced.“Hello” she said quietly, “you’re Anthony?”“Oh, that sounds so formal please call me Tony, at least for now.”She detected an inference there and the butterflies came back“So can I get you a drink? Whisky and?”“Oh, yes, yes please. Coke Err, coke and no ice”She feared that she was babbling and he put his hand on her arm. Then turning to the barman he ordered two drinks. She was aware that he was looking her over as he said.“Your timing is excellent; you are smack on seven”Again the butterfly squadron looped and wheeled as she caught the inference. Katherine felt herself blush but despite herself, she giggled a little then smiled. He paid for the drinks and suggested a table over near the quieter corner of the room. Katherine nodded and followed him across to it and sat opposite him at the small table.“You look very smart Kate,” he told her, “I approve of the skirt.” He offered her, her drink, which she accepted, and sipped it just a little too deeply. She coughed as it hit her lungs. Anthony put his hand over hers and said softly “Kate, I know that you are nervous but it will be fine, believe me, just slow down a bit.” she nodded at that, sipped her drink and tried to relax.They made small talk for a few minutes, idle chat about the journey over and the niceness of the carvery, about the “Thank God It’s Friday” crowd and then decided on another drink. Anthony returned from the bar, two glasses in hand and set them down. He picked his glass up and took a sip.“Kate,” he said “You don’t seem like an overbearing cow to me.” He smiled at her and went on “but then that may be because I don’t know you and you haven’t had a chance yet to prove otherwise. I think that prevention is better than cure, don’t you?” He looked into her eyes. Katherine felt as though he were looking at her soul. They sat chatting quietly, for some thirty-five minutes, it was slightly bizarre, and then he offered her another drink. She considered for a moment then said, “No thanks Anthony at least not here.” She unpinned her ribbon and placed it on the table. He nodded, picked up the ribbon and said, “Come with me please Kate.”She followed him to the door and across to the hotel entrance that adjoined the bar they had just left. He went up a flight of carpeted stairs and along a corridor with her behind him.“Oh God, what am I doing? What am I doing.” she thought to herself then he stopped and opened a door and stood back to let her enter. Inside he took off his jacket and asked for her coat, she handed it to him and as he hung it up she looked around the room. It was a standard hotel room and she noticed that it was tidy, he had obviously showered and changed but there was little evidence of this. Looking round, she noticed, a double bed, a desk, a golf umbrella standing in the corner, two chairs and a table between them; she noticed that it had been set with drinks. “Before we start there is something I wish to discuss with you.” He looked at her and she listened carefully, knowing what was coming next.With her heart in her mouth .Still nervous she did as she was asked. She opened the drawer, inside was a brown leather tawse, suddenly a hundred half remembered thoughts gelling into substance and she remember how she had hated this thing. She took it to him.“Take one step back and hold out your hands, palms uppermost and right hand on top.”Katherine obeyed.“Now, tell me what his is for?”“I’m not sure that I remember Sir. Is it because it was what I originally wanted?”“Still think that teachers waste too much time?”“Oh” she said, he had remembered after all“I’m sorry Sir, I had forgotten“I am going to give you three strokes to help your memory. Straighten your arms.”He lifted the belt to his shoulder and without any warning brought it down on her open hand.SLAPAt first there was nothing other than the sound then it slowly became a deep sting.SLAP.She winced and wanted to pull her hand away. She could feel the pain seeping deep into her hand.SLAP.She let out her breath and put her hand in her oxter.“Change hands girl” he commanded.She gasped and looked at him.“Now, three more for saying it in the first place”“I am sorry I said it Sir, it was meant in fun.” She stretched out her hands again.Again the strap descended three times, each time as loud and painful as before.“Sit please Kate,” he pointed to a chair and she took it, she sat savouring the sensation in her hands, she could barely understand it but she was wet with excitement. Her hands felt thick and clumsy and she wondered how long this would last; she could not remember that sort of detail.He sat in the other chair and looked at her. She crossed her legs and then saw that he was looking at them.He lit a cigarette.“Oh God,” she thought, “I’ve got to open them,” She re-crossed them, unable to sit like some slut. He glanced at her legs again.“Oh God, Oh God, I’ll die if he has to tell me to do it” she uncrossed them and let her knees open; she looked up at him and let them open a little more. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and she knew that she had pleased him. She also knew that he could see her panties and the thought made a pang of shame strike her but at the same time she felt, what was the word, wanton and the mixed emotions heightened her senses. Then she realised that he was speaking “Oh God” she thought. “I wasn’t listening” He was outlining her safe words, she knew all this, he had made her go over it in their emails to each other. Now she knew why. He knew that she would not be paying attention and the irrational thought flashed across her mind “Does this man know everything about me?”She found herself wanting a cigarette for the first time in a long time then she realised that he was speaking again and asking her if she really wanted this and if not she was not to worry. She nodded and said, “You know that I want this. You know that I have to do this.”“Yes Kate I do. Then in that case I am going to sit on the end of the bed in a few moments. When you are ready I want you to come over to me.”He put his cigarette out and crossed to the bed and sat squarely on the edge.“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she looked at the floor in front of her, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,”She stood and walked over. She was unsure of how to get across his knee, as it suddenly looked so difficult. He put his hand to her waist and drew her closer, then moved to the small of her back and gently pushed her forward.“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, he is lifting my skirt.” Then she was lying on the bed with her face in the coverlet. He arranged her legs and pushed her skirt to her waist. Then he took her right arm and pinned it with his. He ran a hand though her hair and made calming sounds to her. Then she felt him caress her bottom over her panties, he asked if she was ready and she could only nod, she lifted slightly to allow him to pull her panties down when…SMACK His hand came down on her with a loud slapping noise.“Ohhhh Oh God” She was aware of a stinging sensation.SMACK“Ohh Ohh Shit” she called. “Christ that hurt. It was then that she felt him take her knickers down and she noticed that a heat was spreading over her. She moved to press her pussy into his leg and squirmed a little.SMACK“Oww Jesus Ohh”SMACK“Ohhhh You bastard, Bastard” she heard herself say.SMACK“I’m sorry I’m sorry Sir I didn’t mean that”SMACKSMACK SMACK“Ohh shit it hurts, bastard,”SMACKSMACKSMACKThen it stopped. And he touched her hair again and rubbed her. He touched her gently for a minute then told her to get up and bend over the bed. He snapped a photograph of his handiwork and then took her by the shoulders and turned her round and held her.“You are a very good girl” he said “ I am very proud of you” He kissed her full on the mouth and she kissed him back, deep and hard, pushing her body at him and exploring his mouth with her tongue.He ran his hands over her breasts and then stood back to unfasten her top, then touched her gently over her bra.She knew that she was wet and as if she had sent him a mental message, he ran a finger over her pubic hair and over her outer lips. His finger searched for her entrance and slipped inside her.“Ohh: ohh Mmm” she felt herself leak onto his finger and pushed herself against his hand. Before she could start to come, he withdrew and told her to pull up her pants. He then motioned her to the chair. She sat and accepted another drink.He put his hands on her thighs and stroked her and it felt wonderful.“Is that as you expected it to be?” he asked.“Yes. I think so.”“Stand up Kate.”He kissed her again. As they broke from it, she sank to her knees and looked up at him, then opened his belt and unzipped him. She freed him from his shorts and nipped at his cock with her lips then opened her mouth and took him inside. She sucked hard and deep. He put his hands on her head and smoothed her hair. He moved gently with her rhythm for a few moments, and then said.“Go to the chair take down your panties and bend. Hold the chair arms. Keep your back and your legs straight.”He touched her with the belt “I am going to give you six with this and I want you to count them. Do you understand?”“Yes. I do .I really want to try to do this for you Sir. I will try hard not to let you down.”“I know that Kate and you know your safeword, ready?”“Yes Sir. I am ready”He brought it down across her.THWACKThe pain exploded across her buttocks and her breath blew out with a loud Ohhh One “He lifted the belt again; she tried to anticipate it and twisted herself to avoid it, he tapped her with it and she twisted again.“Kate I asked you to remain still. Now do as you are told.”THWACK“Ahh Two That’s two”She waited for the next one and as he raised the strap she felt herself twist again.THWACK“Now behave”“Sorry, I’m sorry. Three Anthony three”THWACK“Four” she said, “Oh God Oh God it hurts. I want this to stop.” she thought. THWACK“Oh shit you bastard. Five.” She barked in anger.THWACK“Six. Six you promised six.”He came up behind her. He rubbed her again the traced over her pussy lips and inserted two fingers into her and fucked her with his hand. “Ohhhh Oh please don’t, stop, oh oh oh make me come. Ohhh Hmmm. She felt it well up in her and her orgasm took control as she squirmed against his hand. She could not remember being so wet before. Her orgasm subsided and he released her. He told her to stand and he held himself against her kissing her neck and holding her breasts. He undid her bra and reached round to cup her breasts and then he took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand Anthony rolled and squeezed her, sending shudders of pleasure through her. She felt her knees weaken and her breathing quickened.“Ohhh I can’t come again. Please … can I have a cigarette and a drink Oh please”?“No cigarette for you … don’t ask again girl.”Anthony released her and as he poured another two drinks she sat gratefully in the chair. He handed her the glass and she held it in her still tick feeling hands. She sipped and he sat opposite her, once again he put his hands on her thighs and stroked her. Every so often he lightly stroked her vagina, which caused her to gasp a little as the waves of pleasure took her again. They finished their drinks and he took her to lie on the bed where he started to finger fuck her again. She held him tightly and nuzzled to his neck, as she began to cum again she whispered to him.“No cane. Please Anthony, don’t cane me.” His fingers increased the pressure on her clitoris and all such thoughts were forced from her head. Waves of intense pleasure welled up and burst inside her; she lifted her hips from the bed and bucked against his hand, somewhere far off but still close, she heard the sound of a woman moaning in ecstasy. She had forgotten it could be like this, the scent of a man combined with the pressure and weight changes that she could not influence, the fact that he would just not concentrate on one area, as she would have done had she been pleasuring herself, but flitted from clitoris to labia, from her wet warm vaginal opening to seeming deep inside her, all the time varying but consistently raising the level of pressure he was using on her. Again she shuddered violently as another level of orgasm was reached and passed. She could hear her breathing quicken as if she were watching herself in some weird playback and heard herself groan “Oh God” through gritted teeth. Her body shuddered violently once more and all of a sudden she seemed to have lost all strength. His motions lessened and the pressure came off slowly as he returned her back to earth. She lay with her eyes closed, panting from effort and suffering small involuntary twitches as he slowly smoothed his hand over her wet sex. Katherine struggled to control her breathing and finally caught her breath, she put his arms round him and hugged him tightly, her face nuzzled in his neck. He returned her gesture and they lay together for a few silent moments until he broke the spell by moving his arms and taking her shoulders in his hands, she lifted her face to look at him, his washed blue eyes searching hers.“I have never ever in my life felt like that Anthony. What did you do to me?”“Katherine” he said using her name for the first time, “all your senses have been heightened by the sensations that you experienced by being spanked and strapped. Your nerve endings are on overdrive as it were. Not everyone experiences this but then not everyone is prepared to put herself in the hands of someone like me. The line between pain and pleasure is very fine indeed, what you have experienced is a path, a bridge if you will between the two and with my guidance, crossed it.”He though for a moment then spoke again,“I am going to cane you Kate. You must know by now that you need something to fear. I know that you trust me enough to show you that fear.”He touched her hair and made soft noises to her, rolled her over, then kissed her on her back.Katherine merely nodded in blind acceptance, then said,“I have seen pictures of women who have been caned. Some of them looked as thought it hurts terribly, they were … injured, cut. I don’t want that.”“I know that you don’t and I will not do that either, not unless you wear my collar and displease me enough to warrant that but that is not the purpose of this meeting tonight, all I propose at this time is that you are introduced to concepts and experience some practical application of those concepts.”“I understand Sir. I accept your judgement and place my trust in you. I will do whatever I am told to. I want to just please you.”“Good girl; that is all I ask” He got up from the bed and moved towards the dressing table. Anthony indicated towards the area in front of him. Katherine sat up on the bed and looked round the room, her skirt was still around her waist and her stockings still in place but the rest of her clothes were s**ttered about the floor although she could not really remember the act of undressing.“I want you to get yourself dressed again and wait for my return. I will be about 10 minutes, when I come back I am going to give you 6 stokes of the cane. I will once again explain it all to you in detail and I want you to remember you’re….. shall we call it your ‘lecture posture’? Use the time wisely and prepare yourself for my return.Before she could say a word he picked up the room key and was gone.Katherine got up and went first to the mirror and stood trying to get a good view of her bottom, twisting first this way then that, all she could see was a large bright red ellipse over her cheeks. Gingerly she probed the area with her hands, pressing her fingers to identify the more tender spots and feeling a strange pleasure from each wince she gave herself. Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie, gathered her clothes up and dressed. She went into the en-suite and attended to her make up and then returned to the bedroom. She straightened the coverlet on the bed, emptied the ashtray and finally sat down with the remains of her drink and let her thoughts go over the experience she had just had. She could not think about it no matter how hard she tried. All that would come to her was that in a few minutes the door would open and soon after that she would be caned and she realised, now that she was alone with her thoughts, she was afraid of what was going to happen to her. The minutes seemed to drag slowly by and she did not know if she wanted him to come back or not. This waiting was like a form of torture in itself. Again she looked round the room but did not know what it was she was looking for. She straightened her skirt for the hundredth time but her thoughts kept returning to the immediate future. Would she just baulk and refuse to bend for him, even though she had practised getting into what she thought would be the right position time after time. Did she not catch herself thinking about this when bending over at work to move something or even empty a box? But the more she tried to think positively about it, the more she felt her stomach tighten and it occurred to her that she was in danger of wetting herself. As Katherine rose to use the en-suite when she heard the key in the lock and the door swung open.Anthony stepped inside and closed it behind him; he was empty handed and now she knew what she was looking round for, there was no evidence of a cane in the room. Perhaps he had forgotten to bring it and he had been looking in his car all this time for it?“Have you given this you careful consideration Kate?” he asked looking intently at her.“Yes Sir, I have. Please, can I ask …?” He stopped her words with a sweep of his hand and spoke softly.“Lecture posture. Remember?”Katherine jumped inwardly and was momentarily dumbfounded, then with clear recollection parted her knees to a distance of some twelve inches.He looked directly at her mound where she knew that he could see the black material stretched over her mound.“I want you to examine something.” He crossed the room to the corner where the golf umbrella stood and took a long slim rod from it. He placed it across her knees, it weighed almost nothing at all; she examined it closer. It appeared to be made from some sort of lightly ridged wood but it looked nothing like the bamboo canes her grandfather had grown runner beans against, it was about three foot long and had, straight leather bound handle with a sort of wrist strap dangling from it. She held it back out to him and he took it from her.“This is a rattan cane,” he began, “it is strong, light and whippy,” he swung it swiftly and it made a frightening ‘whoosh’ sound as it cut through the air “and it stings like blazes.” Katherine winced.“Now… When I tell you, I want you to stand up and take your skirt off, fold it and place it on the bed and then walk to the chair and wait to be told what to do next. Do you understand?”“Yes Sir. But may I please go to the … that is, I want to go … not home but …” she stumbled for the words. “Sir I am afraid that I will wet myself.”“If you dare do that I will be very displeased with you but as this is not a proper training or a punishment session you may. You have two minutes exactly.”Katherine almost ran into the small room and relieved herself. She was almost crying with fear and considered not unlocking the door and staying put but she dried herself, quickly washed her hands and stepped back to the room.He indicated the chair with the cane and Katherine nodded slowly, she looked down at the floor and undid her skirt. After stepping out of it, she folded it neatly and went to the chair.“Now, take your pants down to your knees and bend over the chair, grip the sides of the seat and do not move your hands unless I say so understood?”She answered weakly, “Yes Sir.”Taking the waistband of her pants with her thumbs she pushed them down to her knees and then she bent forward putting her hands at the side of the seat.“Feet apart”Katherine obeyed.“More, good, now straighten your legs and your back to push your bottom out. Now stay in that position and do not move.Suddenly, Katherine heard the cane swish through the air three times, and then it rested lightly on her exposed buttocks.“Are you ready?” He asked.Katherine wondered if she would ever be ready but said in as clear a voice as she could muster,“Yes Sir.” She held her breath as she felt the cane lift from her. At the very instant that she heard the ‘swish’ of it through the air she felt a white heat explode across her buttocks. She cried out in shock and pain and straightened up involuntarily.“Resume your position and keep still girl” his voice was even and without anger, more a sort to patient but wearied tutor. Katherine obeyed; his hand caressed the now red-hot streak across her behind, it was soothing to a point but it gave little relief. He swished the cane another twice and then struck her again, some two inches below the first stroke. Again an explosion of pain and her knees buckled and she sank downwards.“Amber Light Sir, Please?”“Certainly Katherine” again she noticed the change of address, “what do you need?”“Can I rub Sir?”He nodded. Katherine clasped her backside and rubbed, she could feel two raised lines with her fingers, the rubbing helped little, the sting of the cane would subside more slowly than she would like it seemed.“I don’t think I can take anymore Tony…Anthony? … Sir what do I call you in ‘Amber’ anyway? Oh shit. This really hurts.”“We are ‘out of the scene’ Katherine you have called a rest, do you want to make it a Red Light?”There was a fleeting look of concern on his face. She decided that it was for her and not out of disappointment at having to stop. She thought for a moment then said,“I can try another two and perhaps another, amber would that be alright?”“Yes, of course it would. You are just getting the experience after all.”“Ok … Are you Sir again?”He answered her question by saying, “Bend over and take your position Kate.”Katherine obeyed him once more. This time her legs were weak and shaking, she could feel the tremble all though her body as she tried to splay her feet apart again. She wanted to cry. She wanted this to be over. Now she wanted ….“Ready?”Meekly Katherine nodded; he lifted the cane and for the third time brought it down on her inviting bottom. Again the pain of it seared though her.“Christ!” she almost shouted. “Shit … shit … SHIT! That really hurts. RED fuckin’ light you sadist bastard.”Katherine sank to her knees, holding back tears. She sat back on her haunches and her shoes touched the weals that traversed her bum. With a gasp, she rose off them and struggled to her feet. Katherine pulled her pants up over her stinging rump and danced on the spot in pain and frustration, Anthony took a step backwards and watched her performance with a detached interest. After a few seconds, she settled down and started to whimper softly, she turned to Him with wide eyes and the found she was unable to meet his gaze. Imploringly, she held out her arms to him for reassurance, he put his round her and said comfortingly,“There now it’s over Katherine. Shhhhh.” He stroked her hair soothingly and then held her tight. Katherine buried her face in his neck and held herself from crying; she took a deep, measured breath then murmured in a small voice.“I’ve failed you Sir, I’ve let you down haven’t I? “No, that you certainly have not. Come, sit down. I’ll explain.”Katherine sat gingerly on the bed beside him; he gently ran his fingers down the side of her face. “It’s not a failure, in fact you have gone as far as I could have ever imagined in two hours. But, it’s over now you don’t have to be spanked anymore tonight.”Without looking down, his fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and began to undo them. He slid the garment off her shoulders and kissed her on the side of the neck, she let her head arch backwards and she revelled in the soft touch of his lips. She felt the weight of her breasts pull forward as he unclipped her bra and she moved her arms to assist his efforts to remove it while still nuzzling her neck. Putting his hands under her arms he guided her to her feet and he manoeuvred her upwards off the bed. She kicked her shoes off and then put her arms round his neck and inched her mouth to find his. Finding it she kissed him deeply, her eyes closed and she flicked her tongue between his teeth. She walked both of them round in a semi circle and started on the buttons of his shirt. She jerked it free and then moved her mouth to his chest and kissed it lightly, dipping her body as she did so. Slowly sinking to her knees, she looked up at him; he looked back at her in anticipation. Concentrating now on his belt, she quickly undid it, noticing that her hands were still a little thick from the earlier strapping but did not fumble. She undid the zip of his trousers and then the waist clip. She tugged them away to reveal starched black cotton boxers; Katherine undid the single button and then eased his cock out of the opening. She closed her mouth around it and sucked slowly, taking as much as she could, as far as she could into her wet mouth; gripping his shaft firmly with her lips she drew her head back towards its tip and then just as slowly she reversed direction maintaining a constant lip pressure as her rhythm developed. Her hands clasped at his buttocks and she felt his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. He began to move against her, effectively quickening her technique. His breathing became shallow and he applied pressure to her shoulders.“Stop” he whispered, “I’ll come, stop now.”Reluctantly she stopped, she had wanted to give him something back but she knew from his demeanour that she had to obey. She eased the pressure and released his member from its warm, wet cave. He helped her to her feet and brought his hands down to caress her breasts, his fingers and thumbs found their respective nipples and applied a squeezing pressure to them, rolling each nipple, first this way, then the other. She closed her eyes and let the moment wash over her. Her mind clouded, she attempted to analyse all the sensational contradictions that were confusing her body. Her bottom still hurt, fiercely hurt but she could not now describe what she felt as pain. It had become something more, something different and something that was magnifying all the other feelings that were causing her nerve endings to scream for more of this direct treatment. She put her hands on his waist and pushed her upper body back, giving him better access to her breasts which by now were tingling with pleasure and she gave a little gasp as the pressure of his ministrations increased heightening her pleasure.“Take your pants off and lie on the bed Katherine.” He released her teats causing a slight pain shock and the blood flowed back into them. She put her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and slid them over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. She gingerly lay down, manoeuvred her body in to the middle of the bed, feeling the rough candlewick coverlet sc**** against the weals on her bottom. Anthony had undressed fully and had put a condom in place and joined her on the bed. She opened her legs and drew her knees up and he knelt between them opening his own legs against hers. It had been a long time since the flesh of the insides of her thighs had felt the warm flesh of a partner and she could feel her breathing quicken with anticipation. He lowered his upper body and put an arm either side of her to steady himself. His eyes were open and showed no sign of the man who had taken a strap to her open hands and a wicked cane to her bottom. Instead she saw a pair of deep blue eyes searching hers with concern for her continued pleasure. She reached down and felt for his cock and drew it to meet her outer lips, with the minimum of fumbling she positioned him and with a smooth easy thrust he slowly entered her. She saw the pleasure on his face as they joined and his full length was totally enclosed inside her. As he pressed against her, her buttocks seared as the texture of the cover below her sharply reminded her that she had been recently caned. She lifted her hips against him in an effort to lessen the discomfort but realised that he had no intention of letting her of easily and using his hip thrust forced her back into contact. More of his weight came on her as he moved his right had from its support position to stimulate her clitoris. His touch was like an electric shock; her button jumped to awareness and she could feel the beginning of an orgasm pull its way from somewhere deep inside her. His thrusting into her had settled into an easy rhythm and Katherine wrapped her legs around his back as far as she could and thrust her self back at him. The pain from the caning was now indistinguishable form the pleasure of his closeness, his presence inside her, and the feel of his chest crushing against her tender and responsive breasts. And then she came. With almost no other warning, her orgasm burst forth and exploded in her head. She gave out a long low moan to her Creator and her breathing became short shallow pants mingled with a sound from deep in her throat.“Ahhhhh………Ohhhhhhh God! Oh God! Oh God! “Katherine lost her sense of time as wave after wave washed over her until she reached the peak and convulsed violently against his body. She clung to him as she realised that his own climax was imminent from the increased rhythm of his penetrations quickened into a series of short jerks accompanied with a low deep groan. They lay still for what seemed ages and as she felt his fullness inside her weaken against her vaginal contractions she felt him withdraw from her completely then his mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply and passionately. He stroked her hair as she gradually returned to earth and she smiled greedily at him.“If I try to take six from your cane, will you do that again?”“I think that you have taken enough from that” he said running his hand lightly round her bottom. It was now deliciously hot and sore but at the same time fantastically responsive to his touch, she realised that she had never really felt like this and wondered if she would only enjoy sex if she submitted to a beating first. Alright it would be a controlled and organised beating but still, the though scared her. She had to ask him.“No.” he replied quickly to her question “all I have done is show you that you can be in touch with your inner feelings and shown you one way to reach them. I have used D/s to focus your attention and your feelings on the same thing at the same time. Mostly D/s does not lead to sex but when it does it leads to great sex but don’t think its all there is from now on.”Katherine nodded at these words realising that they were exactly what she wanted to hear. She glanced across the room at the digital clock by the bed and realised that the entire night had gone. She caught him looking at her.“I have to go soon Sir. May I have permission to leave?”“I know; its late, if you get yourself dressed I will call a taxi for you.”Katherine collected her clothes while he dialled and gave the address; she took note of its estimated arrival time then took herself into the en-suite to dress. She checked the mirror to see what her bottom looked like and was impressed by the expanse of red skin transversed by three lightly etched lines. With her make up repaired, no one would be able to guess just what she had been up to and she loved the idea of having such a secret. She came out of the bathroom and put on her shoes. Anthony had dressed also and was lighting a cigarette.“Will you do something for me Sir?” she asked.“Of course, if I can. What is it?”She picked the cane up from the dresser and handed it to him.“Please give me the three that I owe you then take me to the taxi?”He hefted the cane in his hand and looked out of the window to see if her cab had actually arrived.“Bend over the chair like before then Kate.” It was an order.Katherine obeyed he quickly lifted her skirt and tugged down her knickers. His hand came between her knees and knocked them the correct distance apart and he then ran his hand up her leg and brushed her vulva. Then he stood back and said.“Ready?”She noddedWith no further warning he brought the cane back down on her and like before it stung like a hundred angry bees. Before she could count the stroke aloud he delivered the next stroke. As it connected her knees buckled and she dipped out of position. She straightened her legs and presented her bottom properly for the last one. He did not disappoint her, it arrived as had the other two and breathtakingly painful but while blinking back tears she smiled knowing that she would have something to remind her during her taxi ride home.Chapter 2He held open the rear door of her cab and she gingerly go in the back, normally she would jump in the front with the driver but she followed the invitation. Anthony opened the passenger door and for a moment she thought that he was going to get in with her but he leant towards the cabbie and passed him a banknote.“This should get her home, the change is yours,” he said. Leaning back towards her he handed her an envelope and told her“Don’t open this until you are safely home and all locked up. Understand?”Katherine took the envelope and replied“Yes certainly and thank you. That was a lovely evening. Really, it was wonderful.”“I’ll call you tomorrow Katherine; I have to get a few things done before I go in the morning.”She nodded her understanding and he closed the door. “Where to?” it was the cabbie speaking, she gave her address and as the car moved off she twisted round in her seat to watch him as he went back inside and instantly regretted it. The tender flesh of her buttocks complained bitterly as she twisted in the seat and she gasped out a little moan.“You ok?” asked the driver and she told him that everything was fine; she was just a little stiff.Thankfully, her chauffer was not much of a talker and gave up trying to make conversation with her, which meant that she could take the short trip in reflection. She wondered just what he would say if in answer to his opening question she had said“Oh yes, wonderful night out. I’ve just been smacked hard, strapped like a schoolc***d and bloody well caned…..and I loved it.” She smiled at the thought and then squeezed the fabric of the envelope as if that might tell her what was in it. The cab turned into her road and stopped outside her house, went to reach for her purse and remembered he had been paid already so she opened the door and eased herself out. As he drove away she stood in the dark quiet street and watched as its taillights vanished into the night. She breathed deeply; she felt … exhilarated, every nerve in her body it seemed was awake and raring to go as she wished she could have stayed a little longer. She unlocked the door and went inside. She put the envelope on the hall table and rushed round checking that all was well. Returning, she locked the front door and took the envelope into the living room and she sat on the sofa, all too quickly she remembered to sit with more care next time but oh how she loved the feeling in her rear quarters, standing slowly, she rubbed her bottom hard to feel that sweet hurt again than sat down again carefully and opened the envelope.It contained two carefully handwritten pages. She began to read.KatherineBy now you should be at home as I instructed and all locked safe and secure.Go to bed now, do not use your computer and switch your mobile phone off until tomorrow (I may check this!). When you get upstairs, undress but leave your pants on, get into bed and continue reading …She got up from the sofa and settled the house down. She entered her bedroom and undressed to her knickers. She slipped into bed and read avidly.Tomorrow, I want to introduce you to a game I like. It may be a little intense so I want you to understand the rules of this game before you agree to play it. It goes like this.I will have a series of envelopes containing cards; each envelope will be a different colour and will represent and event or an implement. The White envelope has five cards; …1 Over skirt …2 Skirt up…3 Bare bottom…4 Naked… and 5 ?The Yellow envelope has five cards; …1 Over knee…2 Standing…3 On bed…4 Over chair… and 5 ?The Blue envelope has these cards and they have numbers; there is one with 1 0 …2 six with 6…3 three with 12…4 two with 18… 5 one with 24 and 6 ?The Red envelope as I think you may have guessed by now has the following cards;…1 Hand spanking…2 Tawse…3 Cane…4 Riding crop…5 Belt…and of course 6 ?The ? is a wildcard, it means the you have to choose, if it is from the Blue choice you may have any number from 0 – 24 I will offer you the envelopes over the span of time before we go upstairs the Red one last and when you have all the cards you must look at them and then tell me canlı bahis in a joined up sentence what will happen. For example, if you pick card two from each envelope you will say “I am to be given six strokes of the tawse, and standing with my skirt pulled up Sir.” Or if it were 3 1 6 1 you will say “I am to be given a bare bottom spanking over your knee and as it is a wild card I choose x spanks Sir.”I think that you should have the idea by now.Now… there is something else that I want you to do while you think about this game. When you reach the end of this letter, put it away safely and turn out the light. Lie on your back and put your right wrist in the small of your back, extend your fingers to touch your bottom and do not move it until you orgasm. Then let your left hand slide under the elastic of your pants and pretend that it is my hand.Sleep well. xxxKatherine carefully folded the pages and placed them under the sheet below her pillow and turned off the light. She settled herself into the middle of her bed and opened her legs a little then put her right hand behind her and wiggled her fingers to assess the range of touch she would have. As they stroked the recent weals from her caning she gasped and realised that he had written this letter before they had met that evening and the thought that he was so sure of not only her but himself filled her with wicked pleasure. She brought her left hand to her stomach and gently flicked at her waistband with the fingertips slowly and teasingly slipping them closer and closer to the small trimmed tuft of pubic hair, a thought crossed quickly to remind her that she was going to shave for her next meeting and let her fingers curl in the hair trying to imagine how it had felt for him when he had done this not three hours ago. Her finger pushed though the thatch to encounter her clit hood and she increased the pressure a little …she was amazed at how her left hand felt just awkward enough that with a little imagination it was not really her hand. She reached her moist lips and slipped her finger inside herself and dipped it in her juices, she brought it back to her clitoris and rubbed it slowly at first trying to use the pressure she was used to. Involuntarily she started to withdraw her right hand to take over but remembered in time and lifting her hips up she spanked herself across her tramlines as a reminder to do as she had been told. It wasn’t like him of course but the tender skin reacted all the same by giving her a stab of pain far more than a simple self-administered slap should have, she loved it. Working her finger on her button she felt her self start to come she ached to let her usual hand take over and finish her quickly but dared not. If she disobeyed she would have to tell him and she was convinced that he would punish her …even if she owned up. She persevered and an image came into her head. She could see the card with 24 on it and she wanted to take control of the though. She imagined herself standing in his room and telling him that she was to be taken over his knee and have her pants taken down and given twenty four slaps with his hand…or was it forty eight. No! Seventy-two . Her orgasm grew and grew until a deep and sharp shudder went right though her; she rubbed harder and ground her backside against the sheets to try to recreate the feeling she had had when he had been thrusting into her. Her breathing shallowed and she barely escaped crying out as she came for the umpteenth time that day. She slowed her manipulations in time with her receding orgasm and slowly, very slowly came back down to from where ever she had sent herself. She twitched twice and then it was over. She was breathing hard and slowly withdrew her hand from behind her and placed both hands between her legs and clamped them shut to trap them there. She closed her eyes and tried to force her mind to re run the evening from the first minute but she couldn’t, her body was totally relaxed and limp. She tried to think about the pain but she was unwilling to move her hands and slowly she slipped into a dream filled and contented sleep.Chapter 3Weak sunlight filtered into the room making her aware that she was awake. Unwilling to open her eyes and surrender her dream-thoughts to the world of reality Katherine squeezed her eyes tightly shut and found that she was tracing the outline of her slit lightly over the fabric of the panties she had gone to sleep in. She gave a soft murmur of pleasure and slid her finger inside. She felt sticky and knowing the clock would announce her new day any second she despaired for recreating the pleasures of the previous night so she abandoned her futile pursuit and withdrew her hand, instead, she concentrated on the mix of fantasy and reality that had been created for her and she lay there, warm and still and attempted to sort one from the other. The alarm burst into life.All through the morning she though of how to respond to the letter she had secreted in her handbag. She had taken it out and re read it at least five times knowing what her reply would have to be. As lunchtime arrived she slipped out of the shop and went to the small café long the street and over a hurried coffee sent a text message to her new friend. It simply said “Your game is exciting. Can’t wait, to play.I accept all rules as understood.Am willing to sit for explanation SirCan’t w8 4 2 nite”She smiled to herself at her own wickedness, knowing that he would know that she was telling him that she enjoyed the slight humiliation of ‘Lecture Posture’ and wondering if he knew that she knew how much he had enjoyed looking at her like that. From that point on, the day dragged like a cripple through custard. Everyone seemed to be in slow motion and her nerves edged to ragged threads, or so it seemed until finally it was time to leave and get ready. As she reached for her coat her mobile bleeped its presence and she quickly scanned the message.“Come at 7 Table booked forDinner. Dress smart or bottom will.”‘It will anyway’ she smiled to herself and stored the message, collected her stuff and fought her way home though the early evening traffic.She showered, soaped, scrubbed and wrapped in a towelling gown sought out a set of clean clothes to wear to the hotel and her stockings to change into later, she elected for white this time. She had been given no clear instructions regarding this and as she had worn black last night, she hoped that white might please Him especially if the white of her underwear showed up well against the red that her bottom would be. Katherine suddenly realised that she had been avoiding any real though about how the game would actually unfold, she realised that she was afraid too. Had she not accepted his rules? There was no clue of a ‘get out’ in regard to blue cards coming badly with Red cards.Her taxi arrived, thankfully with a different driver from last night and she gave him the address. As they drove she convinced herself that Anthony was going to manipulate the outcome in her favour and by the time it pulled up she was convinced that she was facing twenty-four strokes from a cane while bent over the chair in the room.This time he was standing in the car park, smoking a cigarette and musing in the direction of the river. She paid the driver and went over to him with a cheery “Hello…You ok?”He looked at her with a sort of far away look and then said “Yes …I’m fine. I used to be taken on picnics at the river’s edge by my Grandfather.” He indicated a track barely visible on the other side of the road. “Just down there. Under the railway bridge; I seem to remember it very clearly for some reason.” He looked at his watch. “Come on, there’s time for a drink before dinner.” He ushered her towards the entrance. He sat her at a corner table and went to the bar to return shortly with a Coke and ice for her and a beer for himself. He toasted her then asked.” So how’s you? Now that you have had time to let it all soak in, how was it?”“You know how it was. It was …fantastic. I didn’t know that it could be like that.” She was surprised at her open speech. “It was more than it though it ever could be.” Suddenly she blushed, she wanted to tell him about how unreal it was using her left hand, she thought for a second, looking for words. “And that, left hand thing … err it was … you know … nice.”He laughed gently at her discomfort “Oh, nice.” He said, “I’m glad it was … nice.” Katherine giggled in her embarrassment “You know what I mean. “It was sort of me… but it wasn’t it was really different.” She flushed and looked down from him “And I did think of you all the time.” He was silent at this so she looked up to see him holding a white envelope. Her heart jumped into her mouth ‘Already’ she thought and almost said it out loud. Wordlessly she watched as he took five cards and fanned them out in a manner where neither of them could see which was which. She looked at them, the appeared to be normal playing cards, she hesitated and was about to reach for one when suddenly turned them over in front of her and spread them out so as she could see that they were all different and as far as she could remember exactly as he had described. Quickly he gathered them up and shuffled them, then fanned them out as before. This time she took one and held it to her chest. “Do I look at it?”“Yes. But remember to say nothing until all the cards are dealt.” He put the remainder back in the envelope and replaced it in his pocket. She looked at the card. The corners announced it had once been a Queen of Hearts but a picture of a girl’s bared bottom had replaced the court face. She breathed out … at least she was not going to have to be naked. She waited for the next envelope but none appeared. She put the card in her bag. He sipped his drink and asked about her day. Feeling more comfortable she told him, beginning with a description of the fading aching that she had awoken with, then told him how she had tried to start her self off but couldn’t and before she knew where she was she was wanting to talk about last night again. He let her; she gave him a minute-by-minute account of how her senses dealt with everything that had happened to her. Time passed quickly and then he announced that it was time to eat and they moved to the small restaurant and took a table. He glanced at the menu and ordered a rare steak and salad no starter and she followed suit with a medium version. The waiter disappeared and he was suddenly opening a yellow envelope, he shuffled them and held the fanned cards to her. She took one and looked at it. This one had begun life as the Joker and had a large question mark printed on it. It joined the other in her bag. She was beginning to feel the sweet anticipation of what the rest would bring and she could still not shake the thought that she was going to start the night with that awful cane. The food when it arrived was wonderful. Apart from coffee at lunch she had taken nothing at all due to the inability to think about anything other than tonight and she managed to do it justice even with a mounting excitement of the next few hours. He ordered coffee and as it was served produced his next set to her. The blue one was a Twelve of Diamonds, it didn’t take much effort to work that one out, and she put it away. After coffee he suggested the bar again and half way through their drinks the red envelope came out. Katherine drew in a breath he looked at her hard and adopting a very poor ‘Dirty Harry’ accent he said,“Now I know what you’re thinkin’. Are they all different or only canes? So you have got to ask yourself a question. Do I feel lucky?” then he laughed at his own inanity and turned them over. Once again she could see that they were adapted from playing cards and were indeed all different. She noticed that the one bearing the picture of the cane had been the King of Clubs. He proffered them to her to shuffle but she shook her head and breathed, “I trust you Sir.” He shuffled them and held them out. Shaking slightly she touched one at the edge and willed it to be the one with the hand. At the last moment she switched and chose one of the middle two. She could barely look at it, slowly she edged it over … another Joker … her choice, and she new what it was not going to be not if she was having 12. He could sense her relief and must have known she had not chosen the cane. She searched His eyes for signs of disappointment but found none she composed herself and put the card away. Anthony lit a cigarette and handed her the key to his room. “Take your drink with you and go and change Kate. I will be with you shortly.” It seemed to her to be the most natural thing in the world to obey him and stood up saying “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir” and gathering her coat and bag walked out towards the door marked ‘Residents Only’Katherine walked to the room, her mind racing, her heart beating harder than she could ever remember. Her mouth was dry and she felt a little lightheaded. She knew she had to get changed, but the cards were racing around in her head, “what if I lose the power of speech” “what if I say it all wrong and make a total eejit of myself” Struggling to open the door because her hands were shaking Katherine took a deep breath, tried to calm her self down in case anyone was watching her. She opened the door. It closed behind her as she put the key on the table along with her drink .She carefully placed her jacket on the back of the chair, went to the bathroom and quickly changed praying she wouldn’t rip her stockings. Thinking all the time… ‘Stay calm’. She had worn a white blouse tonight and then remembered the tie, “Should I put it on? Will He think I’d forgotten if I don’t? Shit!” “What do I do? He might think I look daft with it on” Looking in the mirror, her mind raced with questions to herself, as if the answer would be there, she laughed when she realised what she was doing. Then thought ‘I better move, Anthony will be here soon and I had better be ready’, without thinking further she put the tie on. It felt weird; she hadn’t worn a tie since school. She took the drink from the table and drained it in an effort to calm her nerves,She was wondering if she should pour another drink, her mouth was still dry. There was a knock at the door. Her heart flipped. What if it wasn’t Anthony? She would look stupid in her tie. She knew she was being irrational, who else would it be? She went to the door and opened it. Anthony walked in and took his jacket off, and hung it on the back of the door. Noticing her empty glass he poured them both a fresh drinkThe silence was deafening. Katherine was struggling with her thoughts. ‘When, do I tell him what the cards say … Oh God! …the cards what did I do with them? Shit! I can’t remember what they were.’ She remembered they were in her bag she started to speak “Sir, can I… eermm… can I get the cards from my bag? I have forgotten what they all are, I’m sorry.”He smiled at her. He could see how nervous she was. He told her to get the cards then have a seat. Katherine went to her bag, retrieved the cards and sat on the chair. She looked at them …then remembered it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, she had imagined getting the ‘Naked, 24 and cane’ cards and gave a slight smile when she remembered she had two’?’ cards. “Shit! She thought, ‘I have to decide what He uses and what position I am in.’ Now the jokers didn’t seem so appealing, she was trying to think what Anthony would prefer. At the same time thinking, what would be most merciful on her bum because she was sure that wasn’t the only spanking she was going to receive before the night was out .Lost in thought she had forgotten about her lecture pose, she hadn’t even heard Anthony coughing in an attempt to remind her.“Kate”, She jumped slightly the second time he used the name. She looked at him and saw he was looking at her legs … she blushed and apologised but didn’t move, her body seemed not to be working, she forced her legs open, scared to speak in case it all came out wrong. Anthony spoke again, “Right Kate, It’s time to tell me what the cards say, I want you to explain in a sentence exactly what the cards say and remember the jokers allow you to decide what happens” Katherine looked at the cards, knew she better decide very quickly on the 2 cards and without further thought said“Sir, I” …” her mind raced thinking ‘how do I get this out?’ “Sir, I have to receive 12 ermm hand smacks on my bare bum … ermmm… over your knee” She couldn’t look at him. She sat waiting for Him to speak, hoping she had made the right choice. Then, remembered the hand spanking from last night. Perhaps the tawse would have been better. Damn! It was too late now. Anthony was speaking … Oh God! She wasn’t listening and hadn’t heard a word of what He said, “I’m sorry Sir. I was daydreaming. I didn’t hear you”“Well Kate, perhaps I should give you something to remind you that you should pay attention and not daydream when you are in my presence … “Stand up.” Katherine obeyed a little fearfully. “Now go and fetch the tawse. You know where it is” Katherine looked at him and knew there was no point in arguing. She went to the drawer and took out the belt and carried to him, wondering if her bum was going to have the tawse and hand. “Kate.” He barked, “Put out your hands as you did yesterday.” She raised them and put the right one on top of the other. The belt met her handTWACK The pain seared her palm and she wondered how many she was going to receive. TWACK it landed again her hand throbbedTWACK it descended a third time.She didn’t know where to look … praying that it was over.“Change hands girl this will remind you to pay attention in future won’t it “Katherine changed hands, hung her head and answered “Yes Sir I’m sorry Sir”Anthony administered 3 hard strokes on her left hand, one after the other. Katherine’s hands were as sore as they had been last night and she placed them under her oxters to try and ease the pain.Anthony placed the tawse on the bed behind him as he sat. “Right Kate, now we start and I hope I don’t have to punish you for daydreaming again tonight. Come here”Katherine walked over to his side. She raised her skirt and pulled her pants half way down her thighs. She next found herself over Anthony’s knee without quite knowing how she had arrived there. Anthony was talking again. Shit she knew she had better pay heed. He was reminding her that as this was pre agreed there was no safe word. She nodded her assent. He then stroked her hair, moved her bum and told her to open her legs a little wider … while gently rubbing her bottom, without further warning … SMACK! His first smack landed. As the noise died, the throbbing began, “Ouch” she cried.SMACK SMACK SMACK. 3 hard smacks descended in quick succession, taking her by surprise. “OUCH” she shouted. “That bloody well hurts you know.”“Be quiet and use a little more respect Please” It was not a question.SMACKSMACKAnother two landed in quick succession she was calling out with each blow.Anthony was speaking. “Kate. Quieten down or I will add two strokes of the tawse for each comment do you understand “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir”SMACK SMACK SMACK Katherine yelled out, she couldn’t help it, her bottom felt as if it was on fire.SMACKSMACKSMACKAgain, the pain in her bottom intensified just when she didn’t think that was possible.Then the spanking stopped. Katherine suddenly recalled the last threat.She could feel Anthony rubbing her bottom and as he began to slip his fingers in between her legs she hoped it had been an idle threat. “Mmmm ohhh that’s so nice mmm ohhh Tony” she could feel how wet she was becoming as he rubbed her clitoris and fingered her labia.She felt his hand withdrawing. “Now Kate, you will receive 2 strokes of the tawse on your bottom for not quieting down when you were told. You will thank me for each one. Stand up and put your hands behind your neck.”Katherine struggled to her feet, took a step back and did as she had been ordered to.He got up from the chair and picked up the tawse from the bed, he tucked the hem of her skirt into its waistband and moved away from her.TWACKThe leather belt came squarely across her buttocks and the pain spread across her bottom. She gasped a lungful of air she struggled with the words but blurted out “Thank you Sir.”TWACKHer bottom throbbed fiercely … “Thank you Sir” she heard her own voice speaking and was relieved that He had only given her two.“Please Sir. May I rub?”“No. Not yet. Stay in that position and consider your explanation for not having shaved as you had undertaken to do.”Stark realisation came to her. Her heart sank and her stomach turned to water, somehow she knew what was coming next. There was a silence; she could hear the blood roaring in her ears. How could she have been so stupid and forget … she hated the bloody hair anyway, she had only left it on because He had asked for the best of both worlds. He spoke quietly with just a trace of disappointment, his voice measured and even.“An explanation if you please Katherine.”Katherine! She had known He would use her proper name … He was going to punish her. With a little gasp she sank to her knees and looked directly at the floor, her hands still behind her neck. She wanted to cry. She felt an overbearing sensation of having let Him down, after all her efforts she felt only failure, tears leaked unbidden from her eyes. Her only way out was to admit to having forgotten, no excuses and acceptance of failure. Stupid … stupid … stupid. Without thinking she had uttered those words aloud.“Who is stupid? Me? I asked you for your explanation girl.”“Sorry Sir. I was thinking aloud. It’s me. I’m so sorry. I just forgot. It was all the excitement with the card game. I don’t think I thought of anything else.”Damn. She had promised herself she was not going to make an excuse and she had done just that … and it sounded so weak. “I’m really sorry Sir.” She looked up at him through tear filled eyes.“You may think you are but I can assure you that you will be. Get up.”Katherine struggled to her feet, only just maintaining her balance, she looked at Him again to ascertain if He was really angry with her or not.“Do not dare to look at me. Get your eyes on the floor.” Katherine stood, looking down, her skirt still tucked in its waistband and her pants looking ridiculous around her ankles. She was miserable. He continued.“You ask me for training. I am going to train you. You put yourself in my care, so I will care for you. You trust me to do this and I will. So! You need to learn that being excited by a new aspect of D/s does not mean that everything else goes out of the window. You will do well to remember to pay close attention to everything we discuss and not ‘cherry pick’ the bits that you think you will like. Your inattention to an undertaking that YOU made will now result in me being forced to punish you at the beginning of what could have been a wonderful evening for us both. Your reasons for being unshaved are not at all valid in my eyes. Now undress.”Still looking downwards Katherine pulled the tie from her neck and rolled it round her hand. She undid the buttons on the white blouse from the top down and then the sleeves and took it off, freeing the skirt from the waistband as she tugged it free. The material brushed her still tingling bottom sending a thrill up her spine. She dropped the blouse to the floor. She stepped back and shook her knickers off her feet and slipped off her shoes. She reached behind to undo her bra; she noticed the feel of her breasts as the side straps took their weight as they fell forwards as she had never done before; she marvelled at how, at this instance, everything seemed as if it were happening for the very last time and she savoured these sensations with every fibre of her body. Katherine unclipped her skirt, pulled down the zip and let it fall to the floor, again she stepped out of it and then bent to pick her clothes up, deftly, lest He would think she was wasting time, she folded them and placed them in a neat pile on the edge of the bed.“Sit.”She obeyed, automatically adopting a submissive posture by opening her legs a distance of eighteen inches and keeping her hands clear of her sex she continued to look in a downward direction. “Next door” he indicated the en suite “you will find new razors, shaving soap, hot water and clean towels. You will also find talc in my wash bag. I will go down to the bar and have a drink while you correct your omission and you will be inspected and then punished on my return. I intend to cane you and I intend it to be hard. Listen carefully Katherine you now have three courses of action open to you. The first being that if you have decided that this has gone too far and that having a Master is not really for you then you should dress and leave. You are free to do or say whatever you believe about me to all and sundry in the Internet chat rooms. I do not care. The second is to remain here and be dressed; I will see that as a wish to remain as we are, that is as spanking partners and punishments are to be a ‘no go’ area. The third to be here naked and shaved, as I require you to be and you will submit to my punishment without complaint. Are these three options clearly understood Miss?” He waited for her acknowledgement.Katherine was stunned for a few seconds then biting her lip she nodded, the tears in her eyes finally welling over the lower lids and plopping on her bare thighs. Without another word He snatched up the key from the dresser and quietly left the room.Katherine looked around her wildly. How had this happened so suddenly? She really didn’t want to be caned at all, let alone hard and she knew what He had meant by hard. She would get no pleasure from this at all. She could go, it would be easy, her clothes were there and she could call a taxi easily on her mobile and at this time of night it would be no more than a few minutes. She got up and walked towards the bathroom. She could still shave then dress and wait for Him and explain that this was all a little too fast just now and she could tell Him that she could maybe be a better submissive with more time. She found that she was running the water and testing its temperature and wetting her hair in preparation for the soap. How could He expect her to shave in a state of fright anyway? She was sure that if she tried she would nick herself and bleed everywhere. Katherine picked a new razor from the opened pack on the accessory shelf and sat on the edge of the bath and soaped between her legs. Suddenly a thought came to her, she was thinking of Him as ‘He’ and not ‘he’ His words came back to her “I will hurt you … but never harm you” He had told her that on more than one occasion. And had she not told Him that she trusted Him? What sort of trust would it show if she slipped off like some frightened rabbit? What sort of message would asking for more time convey? She applied the razor carefully and wondered at her dexterity, she made deft easy strokes with it and was soon patting herself dry with a towel. His wash bag did indeed contain talc and she applied some with care then brushed the excess off then stood and attempted to admire her results in the mirror. Perhaps after all this was a test? She had to choose, her mind, at that point, made itself up; she went out of the bathroom, picked her clothes up off the bed and put them into the wardrobe. She turned to the chair and moved it to where she thought it would be the best position to allow Him a full stroke and tried out her pose of last night. Yes. She was scared. She didn’t want to be hurt, she didn’t want to cry but she had wanted … No needed a Master and she had given Him her trust and that trust told her that He knew what was best for her and she was determined to respect and to honour that. She sat back on the chair once again in her submissive posture and waited patiently for his return. Although to her, the passage of time was interminable, sitting alone with her thoughts and fears, she did not have to wait long. When the key slipped in the door all her brave strategies abandoned her and as the door opened she had no idea of what to say. He stepped into the room and closed the door then, he looked her naked body up and down, finally resting his eyes on her crotch. He eyed her wordlessly for a long time, drinking in the sight of her total vulnerability. She felt herself blush and instinctively moved to close her legs. Checking her movement, she forced herself to ease them a little further apart both enhancing his view and declaring her total submission. Eventually he lifted his gaze to her face and spoke in a clear firm voice.“I had hoped you would make this choice, I do not think you will regret it. Fetch the cane.”She moved to obey then haltingly said, “Sir. May I ask something?” He nodded. “Is it possible that there is something that I can do to avoid this?” her voice faltered but she continued when he made no reply, “I could … what I mean is … do something else instead? Err …” she struggled but the words would not come “I wouldn’t spit it out I mean.” She looked down at his feet in shame at her own suggestion.“Katherine. This is not something that can, nor will be traded. And what you offer in exchange will perhaps one day be given but given freely and when you have no fear in you. No fear at all.” She blushed furiously, fully understanding His meaning. She knew she should not have suggested it but sensed that His words to her and her ensuing discomfiture were to be punishment enough; she rose to her feet and went to the wardrobe and withdrew his cane from it. Turning to him she then said, “Sir. Before you do this, can I ask one further but very important question?”“I have always invited your questions Katherine. What do you want to know?”“Sir, you said that my being punished would ruin a good night for both of us. Why is that? Are you going to beat me and then spend the rest of the night with a face like a squeezed lemon, making me pay over and over again for my very first mistake?” she continued bravely before he could answer, “Are you the sort of Master who delights in doing that? Or are you going to punish me comfort me and then forgive me?”He looked at her in some admiration and without hesitation said, “I considered that a harsh punishment would have a withdrawing effect on you. It would not be unusual for a girl to feel unfairly treated and simply just sulk. I see I may have made a misjudgement here. No. My intention is to punish you and once done, it will be over with.”“Thank you Master. In the time I waited for you to come back I realised that I could not serve a churlish man who gets pleasure out of making people feel small. I also realised that I have placed myself in your care and I trust you. I will try hard to take whatever you give me and I will try not to use your lights but please, could we just do this and get it over, I am really scared.” She handed him the cane. Taking it from her he tested its balance and ‘swished’ it as if to loosen his wrist.“Bend over the chair Katherine.” She bent over obediently taking up what she hoped was the correct position. “Straighten your arms. Good. Feet further apart, legs straight. Now straighten your back to push your bottom out. Good. Remain in that position. You will receive six strokes of the cane. You will not let your hands leave the sides of the chair else I will cane you again. You will count each stroke aloud before it is given. Do you understand these instructions?” Her fear was mounting now but she managed a clear acknowledgement. “Indicate when you are ready by saying ‘One Sir’”. Katherine took a deep even breath and held it, she screwed her eyes shut and said in as brave a voice as she could muster, “One Sir.”The cane whacked down over her backside; its sting cut across her like a hot knife and forced a small cry from her lips. She steeled herself for the next one “Two Sir.”WHACKHer knees buckled slightly and she almost clutched at her buttocks but steadied herself in time. Pain seeped into her and as she registered it she heard a voice say “Three Sir”WHACKHer mind seemed to be elsewhere. She realised for the first time that she had called Him Master, she hadn’t done it consciously but she had done it all the same. “Four Sir”WHACKReality caught up with her as the vicious cane whipped across her again, its horrible sting like a very angry bee. Her teeth clamped together as her eyes filled with tears … she did not want to cry. Though her teeth she called out “Five Sir.”WHACKShe wanted to scream but all that happened was a small whimper of misery … Oh God … Oh God, only one more. “Six Sir” She almost shouted it.WHACKShe was sure that it was no harder than the others but it stung so badly she almost let go of the chair … her knees were giving way. With an effort of pure will she straightened them and once more was in her correct stance. She noticed her breathing was hard and fast, she was sucking air in like a half drowned cat and panting like an over heated dog all at the same time. There were no more blows. It was over.“Stand up Katherine.” She stood and turned round to face him. Standing naked and hurting she felt a sudden fear that He was not pleased with her performance and as she looked up at Him imploringly, two large tears fell from her eyes. “Did I take it well? Do you think I was brave? Was I a good girl?” He put the cane on the bed and put his arms round her and held her to his chest, holding her tightly. She whimpered and then burst into tears. All her emotions seemed to want to be first to be heard, her body trembled and Anthony’s arms hugged her tighter. Making soothing noises and stroking her hair he gently brushed the tears from her face “Hush now. It’s all over.” He leant towards her ear and whispered “Good Girl. Good Girl. I am very proud of you.” She sniffed loudly feeling the strangest sensation for having pleased this man with her pain; she felt proud of herself. Anthony led her to the bed and got her to lie face down. He soothed the stinging flesh of her red-hot bum and inspected his efforts. She ran a hand carefully over the marks that she knew to be there. The raised weals felt like cart tracks on a sun-dried road but she could not feel the telltale tenderness of broken skin. Still it hurt like blazes and she knew she would not like the prospect of repeating this first milestone. Tony laid next to her, gently stroking her bottom for a few minutes, each brush of his hand sending little electric shocks up and down her spine. After a few minutes he moved his hand to her shoulders and she turn towards him and snuggled in as if for protection.“Can I ask you something?” she said simply.“As always, any question you have is welcome Katherine, what do you want to know?”“How do you know so much about me? How can you guess so accurately?” “Explain what you mean Katherine.” He asked interestedly. “Well. Okay. Last night you sent me away with instructions to play with myself with my pants still on and to use my left hand. It was easy pretending it was you ‘cause my left hand isn’t as good as the other. What I mean is it was harder to come quicker and I think that you know that. But what I also think you know was how much I hated getting ‘fingered’ by boys when I was starting out … if you know what I mean?” He nodded and said “Go on.”“Well, the used to take ages … getting me up? Would that be the right word? You know, hands slowly up my skirt and soft touching on the outside of my pants and then creeping under the elastic and then it was all different. As soon as the go near it they would shove their fingers in and ram them in and out and it was nothing but sore and … well just horrible. Then when I didn’t say something like ‘Take me Big Boy’ they would go in the huff and then I would have to bring them off just so as not to end up getting slagged off. It put me off sex, with boys anyway. I started to think that maybe the priest’s were right and that sex was a real sin, for girls anyway and just gave up. The only time I felt anywhere near good was when I did it myself but then I always felt really guilty after it so it wasn’t as good as it should have been. As for the rest of my sex life … please don’t ask me to talk about that just now. I’d rather you caned me that be made to go over that at a time like this.”“A time like what?” He asked in an amused voice.“This … this time. I feel good. I feel wanted. And I can’t explain it but I feel needed. That caning was sore. I mean really sore but I’m glad you did it somehow. I know I don’t want it again. I love being smacked by you. Going over you knee and you pulling down my pants and then giving me a good skelping makes me feel really horny … Is it ok to say that? I know that you don’t like women who swear of speak coarse like that. The tawse is sore too … I’ll have to get used to that on my bum but the cane isn’t ever going to be a big favourite although I know that sometimes I will qualify for it and that will make me try not to. But after it’s done and we are here close like this I still feel needed.” She lifted her head up and looked at him. “Tony I’m sorry that I offered to go the whole way to get out of it. I think I would have thought the worst of you if you had accepted. I will do that for you. I promise I will, but not yet. I want to but I just can’t.”“Shhhhh. be quiet and stop worrying about little things.” He stroked her hair lightly. “If that is all a man is interested in he has a very narrow field to play in my book. And I am glad to know that you like being ‘skelpt’ because you will be in for a lot of it.” He got up of the bed and started to undress. She lay on one side with the weight off her still smarting buttocks and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, slipped off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. The sight of that sent a small tremor thought her as for a split instant she imagined it was coming off to be used on her. The imagery died as instead of coming out of its loops he undid the clip at the waistband and unzipped. She was fascinated by the fact that his socks came off with them, she had always thought the sight of a man in shorts and sock to be bordering on ludicrous, and wearing only black boxers he rejoined her on the bed. She reached for him, slipping her hand inside them and closing her fingers round his cock she squeezed it tenderly and felt its warmth. She could feel it expand slightly in her grasp and she released what little pressure she was exerting only to close her fingers again and slowly nuzzled her head down to his navel. Her tongue traced her progress with what she hoped was agonising slowness and mumbled “You still haven’t answered my question. How do you know all about me?”He relaxed on his back and lifted his hips a little then said “I take the approach that all women are gentle with each other, they know how they like to be handled. Men are the same, they know how they like to be handled too but it would seem that some don’t manage to put that into any practical sort of use. I listen to things you tell me and I try to work out what is important to you and why. You have told me things from your teenage and early life. Those things were important to you so I tried to work out why and if nothing else not make the same mistakes as others have done.” She abandoned the manipulation on his cock as she wormed her tongue around his navel and tugged at his shorts. Guiding the elastic of the waistband over his erection she placed her lips on its tip. Her tongue darted over it. She could taste his essence and loved the smell of his freshness, she loved performing this act but sometimes she had had occasion to regret getting this far but there was a world of difference between the saltiness of this aroused male and the musty tang from others of his kind. She opened her lips and sank her head down to take as much of him as she could into her mouth. She sucked hard as her head receded upwards and again licked the tip as she allowed him to come out of her. Again she repeated the action, sucking tightly as she mover her mouth up and down his shaft. His hand probed at her crotch and she shifted position to allow him access. His hand caressed the now smooth vulva and he sighed with pleasure. One of his fingers traced along her outer lips to the little opening at their lower end, his finger teased inside and probed inside her moist vagina and with gentle pressure he pushed further inside and then the pressure moved up as he confidently homed in on her ‘g’ spot. The sensation was wonderfully claming, his finger milking her and her mouth enclosed over him, she could feel the blood pulse , not only in his erection but also as it engorged her own sex increasing her heat to a level where she could positively identify it had happened. Her orgasm started to build. It was still some way off but it was starting its journey from within her. She increased the pressure of her lips on him and at the same time squeezed her pelvic muscles to increase her sensations. For a second she considered holding out for a mutual orgasm, she on His hand and He in her mouth but as the first wave enveloped her she gasped, lifted her head and cried. “Ohhh. Ohhh. Fuck me harder. Please … fuck me now. Ohhh. Please.” Katherine threw herself on her back and drew her knees up, opening her legs wide. She was aware again that the coverlet on the bed was scr****g her caned behind but could not care. She grabbed at him and tried to pull him into her. He resisted while still working her from inside and said “No. not yet. We need to be careful.” She opened her eyes in understanding and took the condom packet he was offering her. His ministrations switched to her clitoris as she ripped the packet apart and awkwardly fitted the latex cover over him. He adjusted it with his free hand while still teasing her with his finger. Another wave hit her. She pushed her hips up towards him as the pure pleasure washed over her. Her hand closed around him again and she positioned herself for his entry. She was becoming frantic, she wanted this man inside her, nothing else was acceptable; the head of his cock slipped inside her sopping sex and as it did so he rammed himself with some force against her. It was not an act of v******e, his movement suddenly filled her and as her beaten bottom touched the bed again she experienced the mixture of pain and pleasure to the point where they became as one feeling, a feeling so intense that she let out a short scream as she suddenly climaxed. She wrapped her legs round his back and pumped her hips at him, in return he pounded his body almost ruthlessly into hers. Again she came, more intensely than last time .She tightened her legs against his girth and cried out in desire once more. Again she orgasmed, her breath was coming in rags, as if she had run miles and miles for this. Again, he thrust into her and she shuddered, every muscle in her body seemed to be involved in it and with one last lunge she pushed herself hard against him. At that moment, Anthony stiffened and gave a grunt; his hips moved quickly against her as he jetted his cum into her. She sank back; gasping for breath, beads of sweat forming on her brow, her shoulders even down her back. She gave one last feeble vaginal squeeze and then her whole body relaxed like a deflated balloon. Tony lay on top of her for a few moments then eased himself off of her to get rid of the condom. She smiled weakly at him. “Awful things those, aren’t they?” He smiled back, wrapping it in a tissue and putting it out of sight. He reached for her and moved her sweat damp hair away from her face. He lay very close to her and gently pulled her head to him. She offered her lips and he kissed her deeply and with real feeling. Katherine kissed him back. There was at least an hour before the bar downstairs closed, plenty of time to find herself over His knee she thought.Chapter 4Three long months had passed; Katherine woke slowly, the bright summer sunlight filtering into her bedroom though the curtains. The house as ever, was quite at this time in the morning and she let her mind go over the events of the last few weeks leading up to today. Her thoughts echoed a peaceful feeling as she laid quietly, with her hand resting between her legs, her fingers slowly stroking her sex and inducing bahis siteleri sensations of anticipation for the coming weekend. She sighed with pleasure as she remembered how she had felt when He had given her a name that only He would use with her. Kaz! Secretly, she had always liked that name but it had dropped out of use. She wondered if He was still going to use Kate from time to time, it suited some of the games He had devised but she was not about to complain, Kaz would be just fine.He was due to arrive later that afternoon and as agreed she had booked a room in her name in a small comfortable hotel, glancing at the clock she felt safe in the knowledge that his arrival was still some hours away and she had plenty of time to prepare. She closed her eyes and dallied her right hand in its warm nest, no need to change and force a pretence, it would be him soon enough. She gave into her needs and happily urged on the onset of her orgasm.Later, when she had showered and attended to the loose threads of the weekend she decided it was time to get organised. She checked first her phone and then her emails for messages and finding none assumed he was on his way and that she should get started. Taking an overnight bag from the cupboard, she carried it to her bedroom and opened the drawer where she had stored the clothing he had told her to obtain; she laid it out on the bed and checked it for the hundredth time. She shook her head with a wry smile, if someone had told her six months ago that not only would she own such clothing but have spent hours scouring shops and internet sites for it she would have laughed at them but here she was looking at an almost perfect school uniform. She had worn it once or twice since having assembled it and the sight that greeted her in the mirror was one of a woman looking faintly ridiculous dressed in white knee socks, white shirt and a tie but she had made an attempt once before, by adaptation, and it had pleased not only Him but had given her a strange pleasure too. And anyway, He had told her He wanted it and only Sir would see it on her. Carefully she packed the entire outfit into the bag. She then chose the underwear set she would need a new packet of stockings, a long black dress and shoes and put them on top. Reaching behind her wardrobe, she retrieved the object she had carefully prepared in accordance with his instructions and put it beside the bag. Finally, she packed her Punishment Book. A final check told her that everything was in order then Katherine took the items to her car and secured them in the boot, she locked the house and drove to the hotel.After checking in, she went to the room and unpacked, she hung the dress and the uniform in the wardrobe and put the underwear in the dresser. She made sure the room was tidy and arranged the two chairs either side of the glass topped coffee table, she placed her Punishment Book on the table for his inspection. She checked her watch for the tenth time and then left the room, letting it lock behind her and went down to the car park. She drove carefully to the airport and was pleased when she found a space to park without effort, she locked the car and went into the Arrival Hall, the Arrival’s board told her the plane was on time and with at least 20 minutes before he would come through the gates she went to the bar and ordered a large glass of red wine. She thought that safe enough. She went though her arrangements in her head. He had told her that she would need her uniform as He was going to give her a multi choice question exam, or MCQ as He called it and that there was a penalty for scoring less than 70%, the penalty would be six of the tawse on the hands for failing and two cane strokes for each incorrect answer, there would be ten questions and He had made her work out the minimum caning she could expect, she had calculated that seven was the pass mark which meant the minimum caning would be four times two, eight: but as He had let her choose the subject she felt fairly confident that she could answer anything He could ask and she was quietly confident. So that was that, what else? She had booked a table for dinner after and then she was sure that she was in the frame of mind for whatever lesson Sir had in mind for tonight. Tomorrow He had promised to take her to His part of Scotland where He had spent time as a boy and she was genuinely interested in seeing them and listening to His memories. A shuffling sound above her broke her train of thought as the Arrival board announced the flight had landed; she finished her drink and went down to the main concourse to wait for him.She did not expect to have to wait too long but as the first passengers exited she saw no sign of him, soon the flow of travellers slowed to a trickle and she realised that these were those with hand luggage only, she hoped that He was waiting for baggage to be unloaded but why would he? It was only a weekend trip, why would he need to check luggage? Crestfallen, she checked her phone for the inevitable message telling her he was delayed or had had to postpone the trip. There was no such message but she scanned the new out flux of passengers downheartedly until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find him standing with an amused look on his face. “Oh! Hello” she started “I was looking for you. I couldn’t see you,” she explained.“Evidently Kaz, You were playing with your phone when you let me walk right past you.” She decided not to explain further so all she said was “Sorry.”“Right then, it’s been a bit of a day and as the sun is over the yard arm somewhere I feel a drink is in order. Come on, we will have a quick one in the bar.” He motioned her in the direction of the bar she had just left.“Err… I had one while I was waiting. I thought you would want to go straight to the hotel.”“Did you indeed? I understood you were coming by car. Did you?” He regarded her with a scowl.“Yes Sir. It was only one. I’m legal to drive. But I thought that you would want to drive.”“What made you think that I wanted to drive in an unfamiliar city, in an unfamiliar car after three hours travelling?”“I’m sorry Sir. I’ll drive. We can go and have your drink now, we have loads of time.”“Katherine, you seemed to have missed the point here. Being legal to drive is beside the point. I don’t want you drinking and driving if you are ferrying me about. Not unless I say so. Give me the keys.”Katherine gulped and fished in her handbag for them and handed them over. He put them in his pocket and told her to lead him to the car. Conscious that she had made an error she indicated the way and wordlessly they left the Arrival Hall and made their way to the car park. He unlocked the boot and placed his bag inside. Katherine looked at him and said. “I didn’t know it was wrong but please don’t punish me with silence. I was really looking forward to you coming. It was just an indulgence because I was so happy. And then when I though you were not on the plane … now this. You really know how to put someone through it. Just take me somewhere and smack my legs. I won’t do it again. Sir,” the salutation came out like an insult.“What ever made you think I was not on the plane?” He asked in incredulity.“You weren’t out with the first batch of passengers and I didn’t think that you would have had to wait for luggage … so I thought you weren’t coming. That was why I was checking my phone.”“I have some …items in my bag that I don’t need inspected in the X ray machine so the bag had to go in the hold” he smiled “you’ll discover them in good time Kaz.” He went round to the driver’s side and got in, pleased that he had reverted to her pet name; she got in the passenger seat and gave him the exit ticket. He adjusted the seat and mirrors, fastened the belt and drove out of the parking slot. He cleared the exit arm and turned the car out towards the M8 and asked, “Left?” Katherine affirmed and he eased the car over to the correct lane and headed into the city. She gave clear directions and in less than thirty minutes he was parking the car at the rear of the hotel. After getting his bag and locking the car he returned the keys to her and made his way ahead of her into the building. She gave Him the room number and took out the key while following him to the room.He put his bag on the bed and unzipped it; taking out fresh clothes he announced that he would shower and then they would talk. Katherine did not miss the tonality attached to the word and with her eyes down muttered “Yes Sir.” He went into the bathroom and she listened to the sounds of running water as she sat wondering how the next few minutes would go. Eventually, after what seemed an age, he emerged dressed in pressed black trousers and a crisp blue casual shirt. Katherine sat in the chair and immediately adopted her lecture posture. She looked at the floor and waited until His visual examination was complete she blushed as she always did when He looked at her this way, He spoke “Look at me Katherine.” She raised her eyes to meet His. “Assumptions are dangerous Kaz I have explained that to you. You must never assume; you leave yourself vulnerable. I see that I will have to continue your training in this respect. Give me your Punishment Book.” Katherine obeyed; he opened the book and looked though it’s few pages. “Such a shame too, I hoped it would remain blank for sometime yet. Give me a pen.” Katherine complied using the complimentary pen from the hotel stationary pack, he wrote a few lines in the book and then closed it and handed it back to her. She held it as if it now contained a terrible secret, she had been given this book two months ago and told to keep it within reach at all times but until now it contained nothing other than its own printed framework… she opened it and read the first page. It was dated and signed, the entry next to the date said:Making assumptions that Master will drive — Tawse x 3 Left handAttempting to drive after alcohol— Tawse x 3 Right handKatherine closed the book and replaced it on the table. She looked at him and said “Now Sir?” and prepared to extend her hand.“No. Later, I have brought your examination. And I still would like a drink. I will go downstairs and you can prepare yourself, you have 25 minutes.” “Yes Sir. I will be ready.” He checked his pockets and finding he had everything, left the room quietly. Katherine waited for two minutes then snatching up her car keys rushed to the car park and opened the boot, she retrieved the object that she had put out of sight below the carpet and returned into the hotel hoping no one would see her and went up to her room. She placed it on the bed where it could clearly be seen and then hurriedly stripped naked. She ran her hand over her shaved vulva to ensure there was no hint of stubble, knowing there was not, but checking anyway and opened the wardrobe. She took out the uniform and pulled on the white cotton pants and struggled into the simple white bra, sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled on the socks and then stood up to don the white blouse. She fastened the grey pleated school skirt and then slipped the tie round her neck and expertly tied it in a smart half Windsor knot. He had taught her to tie it this way and practiced it until it was perfect. Slipping on the low black shoes she finished her outfit with a pressed grey cardigan and did up the bottom three buttons then went to the mirror to adjust the tie and sort her hair. She was always amazed by the transformation she underwent in these clothes. Yes, had anyone seen her they would see a mature woman in a school skirt, she saw that too, but she felt s*******n inside; all her experience of life seemed to slip away from her and she experienced the sensation of being a girl once again. Quickly she tided the room, she put his bag into the bottom of the wardrobe and put her punishment book into the small leather satchel she had found on E-bay and contained her pens. Checking her watch she saw she had five minutes to wait and used the time by reading the single sheet of paper she hope she knew ever single word of.A soft knocking came to the door and she looked though the peephole to ensure it was Him. She had learned enough about assumption for one day, or would, and on seeing him, opened the door for him. He entered and she closed it behind him, and then sat at the small dresser and took out her pen. He went to the wardrobe and took out his bag and removed a sealed brown envelope, he ran his thumb under the flap and ripped it open. He removed some sheets of paper and then said. “Kaz, here are ten questions on the subject I gave you. You will choose one correct answer from the three available and mark it on the prepared answer sheet. You must score seven or above to achieve a pass. Six or below will be a fail and you will be given two strokes from the cane for each wrong answer plus six from the tawse on your hands in total for failing. Is that clear?”“Yes Sir. Perfectly clear”“Good. Do you have any questions?” “ Just one Sir and please don’t think that I am complaining, I know that you know what is best for me but if I get less than seven correct I’ll get the cane. I thought you said the cane without a warm up was for punishment only and I haven’t actually done anything wrong. And this test is only a game” she corrected herself, “I mean, a scene so I am confused will this be a proper punishment?”“You are right Kaz, I do know what’s best for you, I have intended all along to give you a little ‘focus’ before you begin,” he paused seeing the look of concern on her face, “but, you were right to ask the question.” He put the papers on the bed, “Stand up and let me have the chair.” With a wicked anticipation Katherine change places with him and took hold of the hem of her skirt. “Over!” He commanded. She raised the skirt and tucked the hem in her waistband and lay across his lap, squirming into a comfortable position before becoming quite still, she slowed her breathing to a slow measured rhythm and as he slid her pants down she closed her eyes and quivered in expectation, she had been dreaming of this very moment almost every night since this had last happened to her. The familiar touch of his hand tracing the curve of her buttocks signalled that he was about to begin.SMACK. his hand came down with a loud slap and she jumped a little at the force, it was a little harder than she had remembered but as soon as the heat from the smack began to spread she submitted to the rhythm of his hand and lay contentedly lost in a strangely comforting pleasure zone that she was unable to explain, even to herself. He stopped and rested his hand on her blazing flesh rubbing comfortingly, and then he took his hand away and told her to get up and straighten herself. Jumping to her feet she pulled her cotton knickers up and readjusted the skirt then she sat down again. He put the papers in front to her, “You may begin. You have ten minutes.”Katherine started to read. She read all ten questions before beginning to answer. She was confident, she had read the subject again and again and could memorise it and as a consequence knew of the five answers before she even read the multi choice answers. The other five however, were more testing, they involved applying knowledge of the subject and not just remembering facts but she was fairly sure she would cope. She concentrated on her task and did not look at him as he sat watching her carefully, is if she would be stupid enough to try to cheat.“Two minutes remain.” His voice startled her, Already? She checked her watch, He was right and she had three blank spaces hurriedly she chose one then re read another of the difficult questions. She put her pen to paper and just marked the cross when the alarm on his timer sounded.“Stop writing” He commanded. She knew better that to disobey even though there was one question unanswered.“Stand up. Over here, hands crossed in front of you. He put the papers in order and took another sheet from the envelope, a marking guide she though. Before sitting down to mark her paper he went to his bag and took out his tawse and placed in on the bed next to the cane that she had so diligently prepared. He lifted it and inspected it thoroughly, in accordance with his instructions she had carefully sanded it smooth and given it a light coat of varnish and she could see He was pleased with it. She hoped He would not give it a practise swing. As if reading her mind he set it down next to the tawse and turned his attention to her answer paper. He placed the marking blank over it, from her standing position she could not see exactly how many crosses showed through from the paper below but she knew that at least one was missing. Please, she prayed to herself, make that the only one. He picked up her pen and studied the paper. The pen touched down once, he continued to study it, and again it touched down, then again. Katherine held her breath, he was marking the blank squares that were visible through the paper and he had marked three already. After a seeming age he put the paper down and turned to her, he regarded her without expression and told her.“Three wrong Katherine” She let out a sigh of relief, “and one unanswered. It’s a fail Miss.”Katherine’s heart sank. She lowered her head and said simply “I ran out of time Sir.”“Time management is every bit as important as correct answers. Bend over the end of the bed and grip the rail.”Katherine did as she was told, she let her head hang down towards the bed and waited for the chastisement they had agreed on, there was nothing to say, she simply did not score enough. Her eyes were on the two implements in front of her, she felt him raise her skirt and then her knickers were tugged sharply down to her knees, his hand came into view and picked up the cane. Now he practised with it, she heard the dreaded swish as it cut through the air, inches behind her.“Now I am going to apply the cane first. You will count the strokes as always. How many are you expecting?”This was not the time for smart arse answers she though to herself, the pun was not lost on her and made her want to giggle through her nervousness. “Eight Sir” She answered evenly. She rocked her body on the balls of her feet and locked her knees to straighten her legs. She hoped her legs would not give way. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready Sir.”The cane touched her skin and lifted immediately. SWISH …WHACK“One Sir” She levelled her breathing as the pain from the sting lanced across her.SWISH …WHACK“Two Sir” She let out her breath and squeezed her eyes shut; Katherine concentrated on remaining still.WHACK“Three Sir” Her knees dipped. WHACK“Four Sir” Her mind concentrated on the need to detach herself from the angry stinging in her behind.WHACK“Five Sir” Her knees dipped again, she quickly recovered and straightened her legs in preparation for the remaining strokes.WHACK“Six Sir” Her hands left the rail momentarily and she almost clasped her bottom. Her flesh burned with what she knew would become raised welts and she could feel tears begin to well up. “Amber Light Sir” She called in a quavering voice. She felt the cane touch her back and he said, “Go ahead Kaz.” She straightened up and rubbed her bottom as furiously as she could, it brought her a little respite and as the immediate sting died down she realised that she would have to indicate she was ready to resume the scene by once again assuming the position. She rubbed her eyes to prevent the welled tears from falling and then took hold of the bed rail and repositioned her legs. “Ready Sir,” she announced in a small voice.WHACK“Seven Sir” She wished she had not called now, she bent her knees and gritted her teeth and let a low moan escape through them.WHACK“Eight Sir” She stayed in position but let her knees bend and her head sag towards the bed. Her breathing was laboured but even and she was aware that this part was over. She felt strangely pleased with herself, she had never taken anything like that before, she had behaved well and she hoped it had pleased Him. “Stand up and sort your skirt and pants out Kaz. Gladly she did so, pulling the knickers carefully over her tender rear and straightened her pleated grey skirt. Then she turned to face him. Now hold your hands out.” He picked up the tawse and held it resting on his shoulder.Katherine pushed her hands out in front of her and crossed them, her right on top of the left her palms uppermost with her fingers together and stretched out. He measured his distance and brought the strap down hard on her open hand. She took the blow impassively, he repeated the stroke, the strap again contacted her hand and she felt the familiar thickening begin as the force registered. The tawse landed for a third time, this one covering the base of her thumb and sending a shard wave of pain along her wrist. “Change hands.” He ordered; Katherine momentarily waved her hands in the air as if to cool them and then obeyed. His strap descended a further three times, leaving her hands feeling thick and clumsy. He put the strap back on the bed next to the cane and turned to her.“When I set you a task I expect it to be done to the best of your ability.“Remove your tie and undo your shirt.” He ordered. She obeyed and pulled the shirt free from her waistband when it was unbuttoned. “Now place your hands behind your neck and close your eyes.” He reached under her shirt and slid his hand under her bra and grasped her left nipple then twisted it cruelly. Katherine winced and caught her breath, not expecting this, she let out a moan as the pressure increased but allowed the notion that even if painful, the sensation was one of pleasure. He held her like this for something like a full minute then released her.“Kneel.”Katherine sank to her knees with her hands still on her neck. He reached down and took her by the wrists and placed her hands on his hips. She understood and slid her hands to his zip and undid it. Reaching in she found the opening in his shorts and gently worked his cock free, she shut her eyes and then took him into her mouth pressing tightly with her lips and working her head down his shaft. She sucked greedily and felt him harden under her attentions. She felt his body relax a little and he moved his hips back and forward in an opposite rhythm to her, his cock almost at the back of her throat at its deepest. She avoided gagging with care and continued to suck until she felt him stiffen his hips and heard his breathing change from shallow measured breaths to shorter gasps. She was beginning to panic when he withdrew suddenly and turned from her fighting to regain control. She reached for him and said, “Please Sir, let me help.” He was concentrating on his recovery when she gently folded her still sore hand around him and gently squeezed his cock and eased its outer sheath back and forth; she used her lips to nibble at its tip and when she sensed he was beyond the point of no return held him against her breasts. He emitted a long deep sigh and his cum jetted out between her fingers and covered her exposed neck, she felt the warm fluid run down her chest and pooled at the ‘V’ of her bra. He rested his hands on her shoulders as he finished ejaculating and gave another deep sigh. Katherine bent her head down to him and kissed the tip of his penis, tasting the slat in the silky drops that remained there. On a sudden whim, she used her other hand to spread the sticky issue across the skin of her neck and chest and then once again bent to kiss him.His voice was a little hoarse, “Good Girl. You are a very good girl Kaz. You had better change and shower.” He moved away from her as she regained her feet, “Come out with only a towel when you have finished.” He seemed detached and she wondered if He was displeased but quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door. As she undressed she was amazed at what she had just done, and realised that she was no longer fearful and that when the next opportunity arose she would not pull back but would let her self fall over the edge, there was nothing now to fear. She showered carefully, the hot water was almost unbearable on her tender rear and she used the towel in a blotting motion to dry herself. When she had gone as far as she could she went back into the bedroom and found him sitting on the bed, he had placed a pillow in the middle of it and he bade her discard the towel and lie face down with the pillow supporting her middle and forcing her bottom into the air. He produced a bottle of salve and poured some of it over her reddened flesh; the Aloe Vera it contained soothed the savage burning she felt and she was filled with pleasure as he gently rubbed it in. the mixed sensations of the touch of his hand, the residual pain from her punishment and the pleasure that pain brought melded into a sort of ecstasy that she had never before experienced. She longed to turn on her back and have Him take her now but knew that He was in control of the situation and would not appreciate any such input. Eventually, he stopped and with a light slap on her bum he told her to dress for dinner. He specified her long dress with the side split; stockings, belt, pants and bra all in black and then took Himself off to the shower. Katherine was looking forward to dinner and a conversation but wondered if she would be able to sit still and not fidget something that she knew he would not accept.Chapter 5He folded the menu and laid it on the table without inviting her to look at it and signalled to the waitress to indicate that he was ready to order.“The sirloin please,” he said, “rare, no sauce with salad and blue cheese dressing A half bottle of House red coffee to follow. The lady will have Spaghetti Carbonara with flaked Parmesan and salad with ranch dressing, with water to drink, no starter or sweet for either.” She wrote the order on the pad and busied off leaving them to their conversation. “How do you know that I am not allergic to cheese?” Katherine asked. “Actually, I don’t, but if you were I would have expected you to have told me that before, we have known each other a long time now.” She nodded realising that something as important as an allergy would have been important information. “It’s lucky I like cheese then” she said. “Really? Do you think I trust in luck a lot? And anyway, you asked for my control and that is what you get … control. You eat what I want.” “Yes Sir.” She lowered her eyes hoping that she would not make this deeper and end up touching her toes for it. And anyway, she knew that He had planned something for later and there was in his bag something that he was unwilling to put through an X-ray machine. She was itching to find out what.The food arrived promptly and Katherine was pleased that he made it obvious that conversation would and should continue while eating. He encouraged her to talk about the changes in her life over the past six months and she was pleased to be able to tell him how certain parts of her character had strengthened through her submission and she now felt a direction and purpose in her life that she had once thought had slipped away from her. She told him how she sometimes ached to be taken and put over his knee, how she took pleasure from following his directions and how being free from making decisions lifted a weight off her shoulders even if only for a short time. Katherine noticed that she had not fidgeted at all while sitting, her backside still hurt but she was enjoying the blend of warmth and pain that she was experiencing. She went on to tell him how much she hated to be caned but accepted that if she were to improve she had to have guidelines to follow. She told him how important it was that those guidelines were met fully and that there had to be a retribution if they were not, then added, “I would much rather be caned by you than told that I had disappointed you.”She suddenly noticed that both plates were almost clean but what little of her meal remained was becoming cold, she made to push her plate away.“Did I ever tell you about the time I spent in Somalia on famine relief?” Katherine’s blood ran cold. “I am not sure Sir” she said pulling the plate closer and swirling the last of the spaghetti round her fork, she heaped the remaining sauce over it and continued “but it must have been harrowing, I do remember you having a view on people wasting food.” She forked the pasta into her mouth and chased the rest of the cold creamy sauce off her plate with slices of crusty bread. She glanced at her plate and the breadbasket, ensuring they were totally empty before placing her cutlery on the plate and asking him with her eyes not to punish her for attempting to leave food uneaten. He seemed satisfied and the conversation continued on much the same exploratory note as before as he drank his coffee. She asked him if he would like his cigarette lit and held the flame to its tip with a steady hand, knowing that shortly the meal would be over and that they would be back upstairs … the unknown still caused ripples of fear within her, she was still afraid of failing Him in some way or other and dreaded each new test. She was so lost in thought that she almost missed him signing the bill, an indication to her that it was time to return to the room.He stood up from the table and as she followed suit He took her by the upper arm and guided her to the resident’s doorway. “I have a surprise for you upstairs Katherine, and don’t think I didn’t notice the slip with your dinner.” Her heart sank slightly at the use of her ‘Sunday’ name; she understood enough to know that her hands would be strapped almost as soon as the door closed behind them. Once inside their room Katherine stepped to the centre of the area with most space and turned to face him. She looked down at the floor. “Shall I fetch the tawse Sir?”“Yes. And don’t dawdle either.” She crossed to the drawer and opened it; she lifted the black leather strap and closed the drawer, then took it to him. She offered it, handle end foremost and then returned to her previous position in front of him; she proffered her hands to him, right over left as she knew was expected of her; she fixed her eyes on her crossed palms and waited. He spoke, “Half of the world is dying from lack of food the other half from overeating you must not waste food. Two strokes.” He brought the strap down hard on her open hand.“One Sir” She changed hands he brought it down again, its force exploding across the base of her thumb. “Two Sir” She remained with outstretched hands until he told her to sit. She could feel the flesh of both hands thickening from the blows and she needed to put them in her armpits to ease the pain. “Sit.” He commanded. She did, automatically assuming ‘lecture posture’ although she was wearing an evening dress and it covered her knees. She put her hands in her oxters and wondered if this would be wrong too. He did not ask her to raise her hem but started to ‘brief’ her on her next lesson. “Kaz, I want you to stand up, go into the bathroom, take your dress off and bare yourself to the waist. Katherine got to her feet and went into the little bathroom; she blew on her hands to cool them a little then rubbed them together to try to ease the thick feeling in them then undid her dress which she hung on the back of the door. Reaching behind, she fumbled a little with the clasp of her bra, hanging that too when it came free she check herself in the mirror and then knocked the door.“Come”, the response came instantly and Katherine stepped back into the main room. On the bed were lay two pairs if steel handcuffs and a metal handled leather flogger. There appeared to be somewhere in the region of twenty four ‘tails’, she shuddered looking at it, she had never been flogged but knew that this used to be a punishment used on 18th century sailors that often proved lethal in its administration.“Kneel up in the centre of the bed and stretch your arms out.” Katherine obeyed. “Open your legs.” Taking hold of the rail of the bed head she placed her knees about twelve inches apart. “More” Katherine eased them further apart. “Enough. Now keep still.” He placed his hand between her legs and applied pressure to her clitoral region with the ball of his thumb and cupping her vulva with his fingers. Satisfied he let go of his informal grip and then fastened one set of cuffs to her left wrist, securing it to the rail at the bedpost. He did the same to her right. She was just slightly stretched and tested her balance by rocking her knees. She found that if she over balanced forwards that she would be in danger of hitting the wall or the top rail with her face and if she came too far back she would be hanging with all of her upper body weight pulling on her arm sockets. She quickly understood that it would be her job to maintain position no matter what happened. Suddenly she was afraid. She had not felt such fear since the first time He had taken a cane to her; her heart was racing and she let out an involuntary whimper. She felt his hands on her neck, stroking smoothly and his touch gave her reassurance. He made comforting noises to her and she began to settle down, her heart rate returning to a more normal level. From the corner of her eye she saw him holding a ‘sleep mask’ like the one often given to passengers on night flights and without a word slipped it deftly over her eyes. Almost total darkness enveloped her, the loss of this most important of her senses made her feel more vulnerable that she ever had done with this man and once more she started whimpering and then her body began to shake.“Hush now Kaz, settle. You don’t need to see, I will be your eyes. I want you to concentrate on the sensation you receive from this new experience.” He d****d the tails of the flogger from her right shoulder down over her right breast. She gasped as she felt the coolness of the thin leather touch her out of the blackness. “You do not have to count the strokes and your traffic lights are on. Are you ready?”Slightly reassured by his confidence but still afraid of the unknown she replied “Yes Sir.” He took the flogger away from her and with a loud ‘Swish’ for effect took position behind her standing to her left.He flicked the whip at her. The tails connected with her bottom and some of them curled round her, some to the side and some though the arch made by her opened legs. There was no pain. The mild sting where the tail ends had contacted her felt exquisitely sensual, she let out a moan of delight. He whipped her again, this time higher and the tails found a larger area spreading out from her lower back, each end feeling like the nip from an ant rather than a sting. He swung the whip at her again, still its force was no more than that of before and its tendrils curled round her body and flicked at her left breast. His next stroke was given square on her back, again with no more power behind it than before. She forced herself to breathe deeply and slowly, taking time to absorb the newness of this situation. The lack of sight only heightened her pleasure, as the tiny strips seem to nip and pinch at her, each one leaving a feeling that she found impossible to describe. He applied the flogger to her exposed back in a rhythmic and measured manner leaving no single area untouched, soon her back was red and tender, her skin made sensitive even to the air currents stirred up by the flailing strips, each caress from the flogger gave her a gratification that was more licentious than she could ever have imagined she could be and she found herself hungering for the random strokes that brought it between her legs. He had been flogging her for over fifteen minutes when he suddenly picked up the pace and flicked the tails viciously across her back. The pain intensified and her back arched to thrust her breasts towards the bed head. Again it lashed her savagely, this time across her bottom with the curling tendrils hurting her vulva where the tender flesh was pressed tight against the silk of her panties. She let out a gasp and cried, “Green Light. Whip me Master. Whip me harder.”Chapter 6Dawn broke through the flimsy hotel curtains. Katherine stirred and was momentarily disoriented. It had been a long time since she had shared a bed and the presence of another so close beside her was briefly unnerving. She turned to watch Him sleeping. The still tender skin on her back blazed as her body brushed against the warm sheets, he lay still, breathing evenly. Her mind returned to the events following her flogging and she sank back against the pillow to relive it as best she could. She remembered the hot stinging sensation that had deepened and spread even after He had ceased His assault on her back. He had let her remain chained and had put His hand in her crotch as He had done when He tested her position on the bed. His fingers working her, into sustained frenzy that erupted as He pulled the material away from her vulva and crudely entered her vagina. He had rubbed her clitoris hard with His forefinger and then taken it away as she welled up, ready to burst. He had freed her then and made her stand up beside the bed then taken the coverlet off and laid her on the sheets. The cool cotton acted like a salve and once again she experienced the phenomenon of pleasure and pain as the sheets acted on her flayed back to soothe and succour. She had not noticed but during her flogging he had stripped to his shorts. She remembered how He had stood leaning over her, His bare chest inches from her face. Katherine leaned up and attempted to nuzzle against His chest hair; He reached down and put His hands through her arms and lifted her. She remembered muttering something like ‘Thank you Master’ and had a very clear memory of being laid back down and having her panties slowly tugged off. Her hand went in between her legs as she recalled opening her legs and reaching for Him, her hand closing round Him, feeling His strength as she pulled Him to her stomach. She worked her fingers inside herself at the thought of what she had wanted to do then but was prevented by his movement towards her sex and how she had fumbled to get Him inside her. She felt something rise in her and worked her fingers to hurry her orgasm but it slipped from her and she knew that to reawaken it would disturb Him. She looked at Him again and felt as if this man owned her and she knew that the very though made her happy. She turned in the bed again and lay against his back, reaching down she found his cock and was somewhat surprised to find him hard. She squeezed his girth with her fingers and he turned to her. One hand came up to her hair and gently stoked it; He kissed her on the nose, “Good morning.” He said “why don’t you finish what you started Kaz?” he asked. Her response was to nuzzle her head to his stomach. “May I have a minute or so first Sir?” and without waiting for an answer sought his shaft with her mouth. Katherine licked its tip and closed her lips around him, sucking deeply. He laid back and allowed her to continue, his body taking on a rhythm complementing with hers. She sucked slowly and methodically and suddenly felt him stiffen; His back arched up slightly and his breathing shallowed, she continued to suck with enthusiasm, his hands came on to her head but still she pressed on and then after another stiffened jerk he came with a deep gasp of satisfaction. Katherine felt his seminal fluid jet into her mouth, she closed her lips tight and kept on sucking though each of the little judders as he spent himself. He dropped back against the bed and Katherine realised the implication of what she had done. Fearing the worst, she got out of bed and quickly went into the bathroom doing her best to appear demure, reaching the sink she realised that she was not going to be sick after all but was still unwilling to swallow it. She pulled a few tissues from the dispenser and held them to her lips. She allowed his cum to flow out without actually spitting into the tissue and wiped her mouth. She was faintly astonished that it was not totally unpleasant but still … She went back into the bedroom.Anthony was propped up on one arm looking slightly concerned. Katherine went to him but he silenced her with a gesture and she slipped back into bed beside him. Wordlessly she lay on her back and stroked her slit. It was gone, the feeling of warmth, the moistness, everything. She felt dry and almost robotic; she stopped and closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that Sir. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”“For what? What is it that you think that you have done wrong?”“Spitting it, that, you, out. I shouldn’t have run off like that. I don’t want you to think that you make me sick. You don’t, it’s just that … well … I wasn’t sure and I got carried away and anyway, I didn’t actually spit.” She struggled to explain and realised He was laughing.“Kaz, that was a wonderful gesture, don’t let it worry you; and if you need more practise … well I am sure I can arrange that. Anyway, get into the shower we have a few things to pack into today before I have to fly.The jets of hot steaming water produced by the shower took effect on Katherine’s back. With her sensitivity raised due to the flailing she had received the night before, her shower had the effect of a mini flogging and she revelled in it. Eventually, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her and went into the main room.“What shall I wear today Sir?”Anthony looked her up and down and said, “Today we are going to revisit some of my c***dhood haunts. A skirt would be out of place to say the least, so in the interests of practicality I will allow you to ‘purchase’ permission to wear trousers.”“I did not bring trousers Sir. Only the …” her voice trailed off, He looked at her and said “Go on.”“Err I have only the jeans that I left the house in. I changed here. I know jeans are forbidden but I thought that driving here and changing would be okay, that is, you wouldn’t see me in them. What does purchase mean?”“Purchase means ‘buy’. Two strokes from the tawse buy’s you an hour in trousers but you are right, jeans are forbidden.” He took a sheet of folded A4 paper from his bag and gave it to her. It was a copy of the contract that she had agreed with him and it clearly stated a dress code that forbids jeans at anytime. Katherine swallowed hard. She had done her best to obey all His rules this weekend and had fallen at almost the last fence.“What will you do Sir?” she asked in a small voice.“I have little choice Katherine. My rules are clear. My cane please”Katherine went over to the wardrobe and opened the door; the cane was standing propped up at the rear of the hanging space. She reached inside and clutched it below the leather wrapping that served as a handle and took it to him, her eyes downcast, unable to meet his. He took the cane and hefted it with his usual flourish as she took her towel off and folded it neatly and d****d it over the chair back. She waited for instructions.“Turn round and bend over to touch your toes.” Shaking, Katherine complied; she listened to the cruel swish and waited for the pain that would explode so vehemently any second, steeling herself for it knowing that so far she had never managed to achieve anything like readiness. Her mind raced how He could be two such different people in so short a time; one patient and understanding, the other cruel and unforgiving. The waiting was sadistic, her fibres were screaming to get on with it and be done with. She was beginning to ache from being bent so long when…“Straighten up girl. I have a better idea. I’ll tell you about it later but for now, put your jeans on and try to look smart.Katherine stood up and turned to look at him she knew better than to try to read his face when he was in this frame of mind so she lowered her eyes and said. “Thank you Sir.” Wordlessly, he went into the bathroom to shower.A short time later, she dressed in blue jeans, sandals and crisp tee shirt, He in stiff khaki chinos, soft deck shoes and open necked shirt, they got into her car and set off on the road signposted, ‘The North’. He told her to take the road to Helensburgh and settled back in the passenger seat as the car negotiated the Sunday traffic. He seemed to have forgotten the incident over her jeans as he pointed out bahis şirketleri first this landmark then the next as they left the urban sprawl behind.“Tell me how your meeting with Jackie went,” He said straight out of the blue. Jackie was someone who she had also met online. She was a submissive woman who had known about herself for a long time, Anthony had introduced them, as it were and Katherine had found chatting with her to be not only informative and supportive but also possessed a great sense of fun and above all, her chats with Jackie had had given her confidence, not only about herself but about the man she had decided to serve and obey. She used the name Charmed Life and was collared to a Domme who’s name was Jill. She made frequent trips north to serve her.“She’s nice,” she said “and even more supportive in the flesh. We had a great day, she bought me a teddy bear too and she must have known I like them.” They chatted idly about the event for the next few minutes. The river was clearly visible to the left and Katherine could see the town in the distance when he suddenly told her to take the next left. Katherine slowed and almost missed the single track marked ‘Ardmore’ but carefully drove down the road until it petered out at a collection of old farm buildings and some rusting farm machinery. She swung the car round and parked on some solid looking grass.“We used to come here for picnics it used to be nice. Come on. Let’s see what I remember.”Katherine got out and locked the car; there was no one else to be seen, whatever attraction this place had for Sunday picnickers had long gone. She followed him down a track leading to some light woods hiding them from the river. It did not take long to circumnavigate the little peninsular and shortly she could see the top of her car peeking through the hedgerows but he stopped and began to retrace his steps back towards the rivers edge. Then, he veered left and entered the small copse, Katherine followed, he allowed her to catch up.“Wonderful.” He said enthusiastically, “We are alone here.” And echoing her thoughts said, “The simple pleasures don’t seem to be too popular these days.” Katherine was intrigued, He was not here to relive some c***dhood outing, He had something else in store and she was beginning to suspect just what that might be. He stopped in front of a small bushy tree. “Look Kaz,” he said excitedly, “Willow, nice straight stems too.” Katherine looked and saw what he meant. The branches grew in long straight whippy cane like forms, her worst fears were about to materialise. “And over here too, birch, there should be a hazel here somewhere too. It took less than four minutes to locate it. Katherine looked at the thin branches; they too were long and straight. He sat on a fallen tree and said, “Right Miss Blue Jeans, you task is to collect three suitable branches from each of the three trees I have just pointed out. Suitable as in using to punish you for those” he pointed at her jeans. I will amuse myself for a few minutes; I could do with a cigarette anyway. I will be back in ten minutes. Be here with your choices and remember suitable choices.” He flashed her a big smile and leapt off grinning. Katherine gasped at the enormity of her task. She knew nothing about choosing canes. Did thick ones hurt more? Or were thin ones worse? And what difference did the type of wood make. She though back to His cane, it was about as thick as her little finger so that would do to start with. She looked in the hazel tree, there were lots about that size and she discovered that if she broke it off at about forty inches it looked much the same as a cane. She snapped one off with a feeling that she was committing vandalism she gave it a quick swish and was horrified to see how whippy it was. She chose another, a little thicker trusting that if she picked one that would injure her He would not use it. Applying the same strategy to the other two trees, she returned to the fallen log with her prizes and sat unhappily to wait for him. She hated waiting like this; she wanted to do something, maybe she should she take her jeans down? That might please Him but what if He wasn’t going to do it here, after all it was outside and she didn’t think that He would want anyone to hear her cries. A sound startled her and she turned to look. He appeared from the opposite direction and she correctly surmised that he had been checking that no one had joined them in the time they had been there. She stood and held the sticks out to him and he took one.“Nice piece of hazel Miss.” He swished it. “Whippy too … we’ll have that one.” He took another and gave it the same treatment the wicked look of pleasure on his face told her the worst.“Katherine,” he began, “part of your training is obedience and you demonstrate that by doing what you are told. You were told no jeans and yet you allowed yourself to be put in a position where you had no other choice to wear them. I now have no other choice than to correct you for that error.” Katherine listened with a growing dread, punishment meant that he would make her strip and they were out of doors, suppose someone came along? He continued, “However, just this once I am going to combine it with a training exercise. I will give you one stroke with each of these and tell you what it is, and then I will repeat the exercise and you tell me which wand I have used. Now, present yourself.”Katherine’s voice trembled a little “For punishment Sir?”“No. Just take your jeans and pants down and bend over this tree.” He indicated the fallen log.Katherine undid the button and unzipped, her jeans were fairly tight and she struggled to pull them down with some measure of demureness. They came free of her hips taking her pants with them and she left them at her knees, she turned away from him and steadied herself on the tree with her hands then placed her feet about twelve inches apart as she had been taught to.She felt herself glowing with embarrassment never having been in this position before and listen carefully for any sound that there may be some one else near. His hand caressed her bare skin and she had to confess to herself that this new experience was more than a little exciting.“Ready?” He asked “Yes Sir.”WHACK The sound of the thin wand slicing through the air had barely registered when a white hot sting cut across her, it was so severe that she leapt up in pain and surprise at its intensity and clutched at her rump howling. “Jesus. Oh! Jesus. That hurts.”“Hazel. Now get back down and stop whimpering.”Katherine put her hands back on the log. The streak across her backside was throbbing fiercely; it smarted as if she had been branded.Again His hand traced the contours of her bottom, it did offer some comfort but precious little. WHACKAnother stroke landed just above the first. Again she was caught by surprise and let out a cry of anguish. This one was different to the hazel, it seemed even more intense, its wicked kiss was almost sharp and sudden but what had been really different was the way it curled round her and flicked at her hip. The contact it made there felt like the sting from an angry wasp.“Birch”Again he caressed her and she thought that He was inspecting His handiwork. He must have been satisfied; He gave her a tiny pat on the bottom and then hit her for a third time.Once again, a flash of concentrated energy lanced across her quivering buttocks. Her knees buckled and she let out a tiny sob. “Willow”This had been dull and heavy in comparison to the first two but had hurt her just as much; with an effort Katherine straightened her legs and although trembling a little from the pain stood waiting for the next. Tears were welling in her eyes and slowly dripped from her face on to the rotting wood below her. She sniffed and tried hard not to cry. She thought that He would most likely be angry with her if she did and hoped that he would not notice. His voice came through her thoughts.“All I want to hear from you are two words Katherine, Hazel, Birch or Willow. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak but He asked “Do you understand?”“Yes Sir.” Surely He would hear the tone in her voice and know she was crying.WHACKThis one was heavy, it was dull and deep, it was a little like the pain inflicted by a tawse in a way.“Willow Sir.”WHACKKatherine bit her lip to stop from screaming out as the vicious little rod curled round her and nipped the outside of her hip, her knees went from under her and she sank down, her knees made contact with the fallen log. Snivelling a little, she called out “Birch Sir.”He tapped her back with a wand to indicated she should ‘Present’ again with effort she raised herself, offering her bottom to His will. WHACKAgain she jumped to her feet she clasped her hands on her flaming cheeks and let out a howl of misery. She recovered as best she could and put her hands back on the tree, expecting another for her display of discomfort but … none came. He was obviously waiting for some thing and then it came to her. “Hazel Sir I know that last one was hazel.”“Pull your jeans up and pay attention” Katherine obeyed “Two lessons there I think,” He said, “One, No jeans means no jeans … ever; and two, different ‘wands’ have different effects. I want you to remember these two lessons. If I ever find you in jeans again we will repeat the experiment with the ‘wands’ … and God help you if you cannot remember which is which.”Katherine sniffed and blinked back a tear of pain, “Yes Sir. I promise not to wear them ever again. I should have known better.” He looked at his watch and then held his hand out “Keys. I have a plane to catch.” Katherine gave him her keys and wordlessly, they went back to the car and left the quiet little riverside spot behind. After some five minutes, she desperately wanted a conversation of some, any sort and gathering her courage, spoke to him. “When will I see you again Sir?” Without taking His eyes off the road, he answered, “I have arranged to come back in six weeks, I have not finalised those arrangements but I will tell you what you need to know in plenty of time.”“Thank you Sir. I will look forward to it as I always do.” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.“Fidgety?” He asked. “Sorry Sir, No Sir, It’s just that your attentions were as thorough as ever.” Then she burst into tears. He waited knowing that an explanation would be forth coming. “My bottom hurts Sir It hurts a lot. I know I did wrong, but I took my punishment well and … You didn’t tell me. You always say ‘Good Girl’ and hold me. I didn’t think I had been that bad. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snivel but you could smack me again but please, I need you to hold me.” He looked quickly in the mirror and then scanned the road ahead, with a satisfied grunt he recognised his exact location and slowed the car indicating right. He turned off and followed an unclassified road that lead away from the river and entered the cover of a well-established and mature wood. “Take your jeans off Kaz and see if that eases it any.” As the car bumped along the rough track, she struggled out of the tight denim. The road ended at a collection of old deserted farm buildings. He parked the car beside what may have once been the barn and told her to get into the back seat. She kicked her jeans off and did so, sitting carefully on her tender rear. After ensuring that they were alone, he joined her and pulled her round until she was kneeling on the seat and facing out the rear window. He pulled her pants down to examine her backside and as the material sc****d over the weals she let out a little yip and made an involuntary jerk forwards. He instantly became gentler and eased her knickers to her knees, she could feel the air reacting with her wounds and each individual stripe began to throb, he ran his hand over her and she sucked her breath in at his touch. He slowly caressed her cheeks with his hand and comfortingly nuzzled her neck; she began to respond in the way that she usually did. His other hand slipped round her to cup her breast and he gently squeezed it; she adored his touch and wriggled a little on the back seat to place her knees as far apart as the constriction offered by her pants would allow. He took advantage and his right hand slid along her still sore bum to graze across her outer lips; she shuddered with pleasure and moaned a little, knowing that she now needed more but could not ask. His finger slipped inside her and probed deeply; instantly she became wet and she dipped her body down to increase his penetration. Slowly, he worked her; she undulated with his rhythm until she felt the familiar stilling within. Pressure from behind told her that he was ready to enter her; she reached down between her legs and groped for him. Her hand brushed against his hot cock and she closed her fingers round him. At the same time, she pushed her hip backwards to manoeuvre herself into position. She guided his member to make contact with her outer lips, she opened herself with two fingers and he slipped easily inside her. He thrust at her, gently at first but after a few moments he rammed her hard and slammed her shoulders into the rear seat squab. His rhythm changed and he quickened his strokes and she let herself climax there and then in tune with her Master and seconds later they collapsed in an exhausted heap in the rear of her own car.Chapter 7Katherine re-read the text message that she had just received. There had been little contact with Anthony for the past ten days and it had been almost five weeks since she had seen him last. Her Internet contacts had been a little coy when ever she enquired if he had been ‘seen’ online, giving her some cause for concern. As the time passed, she became gloomier about her prospects and was beginning to fear the worst. The text message changed all that: Make arrangements for next weekend.I will meet u in Stirling Sat 9th.Jackie has details.That was all it said, it intrigued her but she would be unable to chat to Jackie until she got home from work that night. Picking up her phone, she keyed a message and sent it to Jackie’s number but was disappointed when no reply arrived. All that day she picked up the phone and examined the screen for the little envelope icon that would have told her that she had missed the alert tone and that she might have some news … any news but no such message arrived that day.The day dragged; late in the afternoon the grey sky carried outs its promise and slowly covered the grey streets with cold permeating drizzle. She had difficulty in guiding her car out of the staff-parking zone and the slippery wet streets seem to mock her efforts to escape to her own world. Even then, she was frustrated by finding a really tight gap outside her house which meant parallel parking in the semi dark or having to park a little further from her home as usual, much as she hated leaving her car out of sight she drove a little further and abandoned it by the kerb. Arriving inside, she rushed to her computer and powered it up before even taking her wet jacket, as it slowly dragged itself to life, too slowly for her liking she discarded her jacket and roughly towelled her hair. At last! She sat down and signed on. Nothing, well no-one one, her contact lists were blank, turning her speakers up in order to hear if any of her contacts signed on she attended to her usual routine. After a quick shower and change and a hastily constructed chicken salad, she poured a well earned drink and sat down to amuse herself. She may as well have not bothered; once or twice she ventured into this or that chat room but found nothing to engage her and decided to write her daily email and then go to bed. After sending it she checked to see if they were being read. She had sent twelve mails in the past ten days and as of yesterday none had been accessed, however the time stamp on the status panel told her that they had all been accessed at 08:20 that morning. She checked her phone; His message was timed at 08:30 that told her that wherever He had been, He had returned. It didn’t explain the text message though. Sadly, she signed off and took herself to bed. Katherine undressed and decided to leave her panties on; she slipped into bed and placed her right hand beneath her. She ran her fingers over the tight material at her crotch but instead of it stirring her, she found it was having the opposite effect, forcing herself to concentrate; she moved her hand to the elastic and burrowed under it. Still nothing; she felt totally cold and feeling stupid for the first time got out of bed to undress properly. Returning to the cold comfort of her duvet she found she was fighting back tears, she was now certain that her first foray into the world of D/s was at last over. She suddenly felt empty and lost, it was the saddest feeling that she had experienced since this all began and she could hardly believe that it was now over.Her phone bleeped. She looked at the clock, it read 0:01, she had left it on the dressing table which meant she had to get out of bed again to read it, she almost didn’t; it could only be bad news. It was from Jackie Can you get online now?Quickly she texted back YesWrapping her dressing gown round her, she went downstairs and powered it up her computer again. As always, it took forever but within three minutes she was listening to the familiar welcome sound of her ISP. Jackie sent a message instantly.Charmed Life: Hi K, I couldn’t chat earlier my Domme had forbid me from contacting you. I think that she has cooked it up with Anthony but she rang me at 8 this morning and told me I was not to go online at all today.Tawsed Lady: helloCharmed Life: ’Today’ finished at midnight.Tawsed Lady: I’m breaking curfew. I’ll have to tell him.Charmed Life: It’s ok. I’m fireproof. Today is Tuesday, She told me on MONDAY not to go online. I wasn’t to text you either.Tawsed Lady: What’s it all about?Charmed Life: I can’t tell you but I have to get up to Jill’s place in Stirling next week we are all meeting there. I have to meet you and get you there.Tawsed Lady: You know what this is about? Tell me. I can only think I’m binned.Charmed Life: I daren’t. Jill says that if I tell you anything more than I have then she will give me to Anthony for an hour. I wouldn’t want that. Or you. Charmed Life: I have to copy or forward every IM, every email, every text I send to you or about you. I’m warned. And you just said you were on curfew. I’m sorry if you get into trouble because of me.Tawsed Lady: Yes ..I’d mibbie best go. I had better tell him how late I am. I’ll get 6 for this nae bother. Byeeeeeeeeee She signed off and composed a short email to tell him about the exchange and how long it has taken. Accepting the consequences, she reluctantly copied her entire IM exchange and attached it, then connected again to send it. He was on line.Tawse Lord: You’re up late.Tawsed Lady: Yes Sir. Sorry Sir. I had to send you and email and a copy of an IM. I hope I have explained well enough.Tawse Lord: I’ll read it. A few moments passed then …Tawse Lord: You are correct. You will be punished. Caned. 6 strokes. Log them please.Tawsed Lady: Yes Sir. Sorry SirTawse Lord: You may go to bed. I want you to ring me in the morning. 10am You know the number.Tawsed Lady: Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I will ring you Sir.He signed off. Katherine shut her machine off and checked all was closed up, and then returned to bed. Looking at her discarded knickers on the floor she suddenly decided to put them on and try again. This time she was responding to her desires, she was no longer worried. She knew she would be caned but she had been caned before and it was ultimately more attractive than the outcome that she had imagined for herself. She found that she was using the prospect of her forthcoming caning as an image and as she walked herself thorough the imagery she realised that she was becoming more adept with her left hand. Moments later, with the throes of her fading orgasm still twitching in the heat between her legs she slipped into a sleep filled with vivid scenes of her riverside outing interwoven with exaggerations from that very first night.The following day her personal phone alarm told her it was 9:55. She made an excuse and went out to her car and got into the passenger seat. She hit the speed dial, he answered on the second ring.“Good morning. Right on time Good girl, how are you?”“I’m alright now Sir. I was very worried about you and us too. I hadn’t heard anything for so long.”“I have been making arrangements.”“Oh?” she was a little perplexed, “May I ask what arrangements Sir?”“I shall tell you … I have been making arrangements regarding a question that I have for you.”“A question Sir, You know that I will do anything to please you Sir. May I know the question?”“Katherine. I have taken time over this. And it’s not been an easy decision for me but I have reached a position that I must resolve now.”Her heart sank, He sounded more serious than He did when he lectured her and instinctively she started to open her legs. Her voice faltered as she replied “I know that you don’t do things impulsively Sir. Is it bad news Sir?” “Katherine. I want to offer you my collar.”The days running up to the 9th were tortuously slow but full of much cross communication between Katherine and Jackie, who it seemed had been appointed as coordinator in the matter of the forth coming collaring. Katherine was slightly worried by the seriousness that she attached to the role and Jackie’s normal good-humoured teasing seemed to have totally disappeared. “It’s like this,” Jackie explained, “I have to make sure that this is all done properly, it’s almost like a sort of wedding. You know what Anthony is like; he loves ritual and everything that goes with it. And I’m only allowed to tell you what you need to know when you need to know it, if I let too much slip then I’ll be punished and I have been promised that it will be like nothing I’ve ever had before, so don’t ask me anything, frankly, I’m nervous about giving you the time of day.”Katherine nodded sadly. “I know, I’ll try not to, but I’m nervous, well, no. I’m terrified. I just don’t know what to expect or what will be expected of me.”Jackie said “Well, I’m to meet you at the railway station on Saturday morning I can tell you more then. See you at nine thirty. Bye.”Katherine answered but Jackie had already put the phone down. She looked at the clock, 10:15pm, a few minutes online and then it would be time to switch off and get to bed. Her email inbox had the usual rubbish and as she was clearing it another arrived, Anthony! She opened it with mounting anticipation. It was an instruction to transcribe the contents of her Punishment Book into a neat handwritten single page and then seal it in an envelope and bring it with her on Saturday, as it would be required. There was not that much on it but as she had not spoken to him much in the past few days, she had not accrued much in the way of offences. Thinking hard while she wrote she added that she had felt hard done by because of his lack of contact but was ashamed for thinking it as it was most likely for her own good and that such faithlessness deserved at least a pair of slapped legs but was sorry all the same. On re reading, Katherine was amazed that she had not only made up a reason to be punished but also actually suggested the punishment. She realised that her very thinking had changed since He had told her He wanted to collar her. She was not unhappy with this knowledge either. Katherine placed the envelope at the bottom of her weekend bag for safety and after settling the house down went contentedly to bed.Chapter 8She had given herself plenty of time to get to the railway station but a tortuous diversion due to road works meant that she approached the pick-up area without a minute to spare. Thankfully, she spotted Jackie exiting the station doors with her bag and she was able to coast to the kerb and stop next to her before she got lost in the throng of people. Jackie opened the boot and slung her case in then got into the passenger seat next to her.“Where to?” asked Kaz affably. “We take the A9 out to Causeway Head … I’ve got the directions but I’ve been there before so I’ll recognise something soon enough.”Katherine nosed out carefully into the traffic and eased into the right lane. Instantly she saw the right road sign and confidently pulled away. Jackie was unusually quiet and Kaz decided not to press her so concentrated on the driving. Shortly, Jackie recognised some familiar points and was able to direct her expertly into the outer suburbs of the historic Scottish city. They turned into the drive of a stone built detached house that had most likely been a substantial farmhouse and as it crunched to a halt on the think grave. Jill came out to meet them.“You can take the bags in.” she barked at Jackie, “You know where to take them and then make yourself acceptable. I’ll bring Katherine up in a few minutes so you’d better be ready.”She turned to Katherine and smiled knowingly “and you look like you could do with a cup of tea. Come with me.”She turned and walked into the house and Katherine turned to Jackie, gave her the keys and shrugged. Jackie shot her a glance to warn her not to delay; taking the hint she scurried off after Jill and followed her to the kitchen. The tea was already in the pot and Jill indicated a row of cups and made it clear that she was not about to pour. Katherine took two and asked her preference and poured two out. “I believe you have and envelope with you.” It was a statement and not a question; Katherine nodded “It’s in my bag.”“Sit down then, I’ll get it in a minute,” she growled, “I won’t bite you and anyway, you’ll need that tea.” Katherine sat and sipped at the hot brown liquid wondering just what the implications of that last statement were. Jill studied her openly and she found it just a little disconcerting. As if reading her thoughts Jill spoke suddenly.“Don’t worry about Jackie. If she didn’t want to be here she wouldn’t be, much the same as you really. She knows what to expect, craves it really. If I were nice to her she would run a mile and probably never come back. Anyway, finish that. She should be ready by now, God help her if she isn’t. Come on.”The commanding tone was enough for Kaz to swallow the still very hot liquid and meekly followed Jill along the lower corridor and upstairs. A riding crop was hanging on a hook at the top landing and Jill took it without breaking her stride, she led her to a white wooden door and opened it without knocking; Katherine followed her inside. Jackie was standing at the foot of an iron framed single bed, the type once used in military dormitories in the late fifties, the bed was covered with a single sheet and had one miserably thin pillow and two pairs of steel handcuffs hung from either side of the stout metal frame. Jackie was naked except for a leather collar with three ‘D’ rings in it, leather wrist and ankle cuffs which were also fitted with ‘D’ rings, each with a small brass padlock hanging from them: the look was finished off with shiny black heels of a seemingly impossible height. Her hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail. She said nothing as they entered but looked immediately at the floor.Katherine’s bag was placed on the floor at the foot of the bed, she knelt down by it and fished the envelope from it and handed it to Jill.“Good girl,” Jill said emotionlessly, she turned to Jackie “You have exactly one hour to prepare her for her Master; the collaring will begin at exactly noon and I will be here to check that you have done your job correctly girl. Understand?” with that she lashed the crop against Jackie’s legs. Jackie winced and said. “Yes Mistress. I understand. I will not let you down.” “I know you won’t.” Jill left without either a word or a look at Katherine. Jackie turned to her and smiled. “You had better get undressed, and then I can tell you what’s next.”Katherine started to undress and as she did so, she noticed that Jackie was opening what looked like a first aid kit. She laid a clean cloth on the table and then some suspicious looking tools on it. Katherine made to speak but Jackie just said, “Shush now. Just finish and come and sit down.”Worried now, Katherine discarded the rest of her clothes and took the seat the Jackie had placed next to the table. She came round to her and taking her two hands in hers, knelt in front of her. “Kaz.” She began, “I have to tell you something. And I don’t know how you will take it but …”“But what?” Katherine demanded“Anthony wants you to have your left nipple pierced. It’s to be your sign of submission.”Katherine was aghast. A sign of submission …? Had He not had enough by now? She had never even considered such a step. Jackie bowed her head and her grip on her hands tightened.“It’s not so bad, really, look.” She stood to display her own piercing. “It’s honestly not that painful. Anyway I have to do it. I have done it before and more than once. But if you won’t then you are to dress and either go or wait in your car until Anthony gets here. Tell you what. Go and have a shower and think about it for a minute but we haven’t got long really” Jackie handed her a towel and indicated the direction of the shower room.Katherine stepped inside and stood under the flow of water. Secretly, she had often thought about taking such a step but had never before had any other motive but her own curiosity … but now? She soaped herself and weighed up her options. She was more than sure that a refusal to accept this would not mean the end of her relationship but she did recognise that she was being manipulated into this. A horrible though struck her; what if this had not been Anthony’s idea? What if Jill had organised this herself? She had to know. She turned off the water and wrapping herself in the towel, went back to Jackie.“Jackie. This is important. Did Jill order this? Tell me.”“No. Anthony asked me personally if I would do it. He thinks that you have always wanted one and has taken the step for you. I don’t want to do it Kaz but I have to and I will be as gentle as I possible can. I’m sorry anyway.”Katherine threw off the towel and sat, still wet, beside the needles and forceps resting on the cloth.“Get on with it then,” she said angrily. She saw the hurt in Jackie’s face and mellowed. “No. I didn’t mean it like that. I know it’s not your fault.” She put her hands out and Jackie took them and squeezed them smiling at her.“Ok. Sit very still and hold these to either side of your left nipple.” She handed her two ice cubes and pulled the nipple out to assist, it was not wholly unpleasant. The ice sent a shock through her; Jackie busied herself with pulling on latex gloves and opening antiseptic wipes. Within a few minutes Katherine’s nipple was quite erect and Jackie offered her a paper cup to put the ice in. She took a small canister and sprayed the nipple with an antiseptic then caught it between the jaws of a pair of forceps. Stretching it out, she took a large needle, very much like a sail maker’s needle and then gently pushed it through the nipple about half way towards its base. There was pressure, but no pain as such and then it was through, a small bead of blood leaked from either side, Jackie swiftly mopped it away.“Here, hold this.” Jackie moved Katherine’s hand to contact the large needle, “Now hold it still for a second.”Jackie opened a small sterile packet and removed a little gold bar with spheres on either end and deftly unscrewed one. Holding the bar close to the tip of the needle she took control of Katherine’s hand and slowly withdrew the needle and as it came free she inserted the little bar and pushed gently, it slipped through effortlessly and after swabbing the end she replaced the gold sphere. “There all over. Good Girl”. Leaning forward she gave Katherine a friendly peck on the forehead before saying, “go on. Have a look then.”Katherine rose and went to the mirror and admired he new adornment. Despite herself, she turned this way and that in an effort to see it from all angles before Jackie picked up her watch from the table and said “Quickly. We had better get a move on or we will both be for it.” Without realising that she was being given no time to reflect on the enormity of what had just happened Katherine allowed Jackie to take control. She finished drying her carefully with the towel and then opened the wardrobe and took out a long collarless shirt made from a cotton-like material; it was a dazzling white. “Put this on.” Katherine turned and held her arms back to allow Jackie to bring the shirt up to her shoulders. She made to fasten it but discovered it had no buttons.“Here. Let me,” said Jackie who located three delicate little ties and did them up with neat little bows. “Sit now. I’ll do your hair.” Katherine sat and Jackie brushed her hair up and fixed it so that it left her neck full exposed. She fussed and ‘tutted’ for a few moments and then satisfied she crouched down next to her and again held her hands. “Ok,” she began, “When we start you need to open those and display your … bar. Then it’s just a case of following instructions. Have you thought what you will say?”“What do you mean?” Katherine asked“Well, it’s a bit like a marriage really. He makes a Dom type speech about taking you and protecting you and failing to mention beating the living daylights out of you when he feels like it” she smiled wickedly, “You might want to make some response. The whole thing gets sealed by a caning anyway so…” her voice tailed off in mild laughter.Jackie fussed one more time with her hair and nodded her satisfaction “There. Perfect.”“Thank you.” Katherine smiled at her friend, thankful for the confidence that she installed in her. Her nipple began to ache a little but it was of little consequence because just as she was about to turn her thoughts to it Jackie’s mobile bleeped. Without even looking at the message Jackie stood and said. “That’s us, we’re wanted.”Barefooted, Katherine followed her downstairs and into one of the two front rooms. The room was painted in a soft of white colour and the floor had sanded and sealed wooden floorboards, the furniture was limited to a black leather footstool and a small vaulting horse covered in the same leather. Both items were trimmed with smooth brass leather tacks but the horse was fitted with a series of thick brown leather securing straps.Anthony and Jill stood either side of the horse watching them enter and enjoying the fact that neither of them seemed to know where to stand. Jill spoke first.“You … Hands.”Jackie put her hands up behind her neck and turned round, Jill took a key from around her neck and unlocked the padlocks on Jackie’s wrist cuffs and secured the cuffs to the side ‘D’ rings on her collar. She pulled Jackie by the hair to a position behind the horse and told her to stay there and say nothing.Anthony moved to the other side of the footstool and stood one full pace away from it, his hands behind his back. Suddenly, Katherine knew what was expected of her. She looked at a point just in front of his feet and fixed her gaze, wordlessly she moved forward untying the shirt fastenings from the lowest up. She reached the stool as the upper ribbon slipped free and with a slow, demure motion she opened the shirt to expose her front. She could feel Anthony’s eyes on the gold bar sitting on her now slightly swollen nipple. She mentally counted to five and knelt on the stool. “Master, I am yours to command.” She said.Jill spoke from behind her, “Do you realise the implications of those words?”“I do Mistress Jill.”Anthony spoke; it was the first time that she had heard his voice in almost two weeks.“Katherine. You have shown both faith and obedience. You have been a willing and eager pupil and I am proud of both you and the progress that you have made. In recognition I now offer you this collar. Should you accept it your life will change for ever.” He brought his hands into view; he held a black leather collar that looked almost identical to the one worn by Jackie.“I accept your collar and your guidance Sir. I hope that I will always be worthy of this collar and everything that it symbolises.”“Lift your head”She looked up at him and saw that he was evidently pleased by the words that she had just spoken. He moved forward and fastened the collar around her neck; at the same time she felt two hands take hold of the neck of her shirt.“Stand up.” He commanded As Katherine rose to her feet the shirt was stripped from her body leaving her naked but for her collar. “Go to the horse.”She heard Jackie take a sharp breath then heard a loud crack as Jill rewarded her with a lash from her crop. She turned and walked slowly to the horse, she could see an angry red mark across Jackie’s exposed buttocks. Reaching the horse she stopped and looked straight ahead. Jill moved to Jackie and unlocked her hands. “Position her.” Jackie moved behind Katherine without either looking at her or speaking she steadied her then pushed her gently forward indicating where she wanted her arms and legs. Katherine allowed herself to be fastened to the horse with the straps and concentrated on maintaining her breathing. She heard Anthony ask to have the envelope opened and its contents read out. Again it fell to Jackie to announce each item and when the list was read Anthony spoke.“It has always been my belief that any sub who is taken by a new Master should be given a sound thrashing. I believe this because it tends to drive thoughts of previous Master from her mind. Having no previous Master as such really makes no difference Katherine so I will carry out the strokes that are due to you now. Do you understand?”“Yes Sir. I understand. Thank you for explaining it.”Jill spoke to Jackie sharply. “Hands” she commanded, she heard the locks operate and then heard Jackie marched out of the room and upstairs. Before she could give any further thought to that Anthony addressed her. “I notice you have confessed to some faithlessness and consider that slapped legs might help you have more strength. I agree.” With that he slapped her hard on the right thigh, then the left, and then he repeated the slaps again and again. He then smacked her across the bottom once and stood back.“You are due six from the cane for breaking your curfew.”“Yes Sir”“Ready?”“Yes Sir”Katherine heard the dreaded swish behind her; three times He did it until the forth cut into her waiting buttocks. She stifled a cry and fought to control her breathing.“One Sir”Again the swish, this time only once thenCRACK“Two Sir”CRACK, this time without warning and a small moan escaped her lips.“Three Sir”CRACK“Four Sir” His hand touched her skin she took comfort from his caress and worked at getting her breathing even. Again the swish, once, twice then …CRACK“Awwuch. Five Sir.”Swish CRACK“Sssix Sir. Six” she moaned low and pushed against her bonds. She could feel the fire burning across her and felt the wet tears on her cheek. She was not aware of crying and wondered what had actually caused them, the caning or the fact that she finally wore something she had come to value over the last wonderful months.She felt his hands at the buckles on the straps securing her and asked“Am I not due the tawse too Sir? It’s in my Punishment Book.”“Call it a ‘Collaring present,’ we have much to do today. It’s special, anyway there is always later.”Once freed from the horse, Katherine rubbed her wrists then turned and stood facing him without looking into his face. Overwhelmed by the moment, she sank to her knees and burst into tears. He reached forward and held her head.“Thank you Sir,” she blurted, “You are so patient with me. You have shown me so much. I promise that I will always try to please you wherever and when ever I can.” She looked up at him and became a ware of his erection. “Would you like me to …” she smiled and reached for his zip.Anthony put his hand over hers and returned her smile warmly. “There is little I would like more but …” He nodded towards the door. As he did it opened and Jill returned she addressed Anthony “I think that we can have some fun with these two later but for now we can parade them to the real world for a bit and celebrate your new acquisition.” She laughed wickedly.Anthony tossed her the shirt “Go and dress then come down when you are properly attired.”“Yes,” added Jill “Take this with you.” She threw a little key on a black leather thong at her. Katherine put on her shirt and fumbled with the laces but gave up and beat a hasty retreat up to the room she had been in before. On entering she was amazed to find Jackie sitting on the floor, handcuffed to the bed. Her make up was smudged with tears and her lower limbs bore a series of red weals, she was smiling happily. She looked at Katherine who turned round to display her own marks “Welcome to our world” Jackie said.The rest of that day was filled with moments of pain and pleasure, sometimes separate, sometimes together, sometimes prolonged but she still thought it mustered among the happiest days of her life.Epilogue.Katherine closed the diary and wiped a single tear from her face. She could not have read anymore, there was no more to read, she had been unable to write beyond that point. At least the rain had stopped; she looked at the rain streaked window. In the gathering gloom she could see her own reflection and fancied that she could see a familiar figure behind her and forced her mind back to the day her life changed again. Soon it would be dark and if the skies cleared she would go out and look at the full moon. She remembered that He had once told her what the true meaning of the phrase ‘Once in a Blue Moon’, it was the second full moon in the same calendar month and it was a fairly rare event. Like most of the things he taught her, she had never forgotten that. Tonight would be a Blue Moon, she had heard it mentioned on the radio and her memories flooded her.After the day she received her collar she returned home, bruised, sore and happier than she could ever remember. He called that evening, typical, Sunday night, she had a short curfew on Sundays and he was off to the pub. She smiled sadly at the memory. Then … nothing. She texted him on the Monday evening but he didn’t reply. She rang him on the Wednesday morning but it went straight to the answer service, she hung up without a message. A week passed and then on the Tuesday evening her mobile sprang into life. About time she thought recognising His ringtone.“Hello” she said sweetly.“Hello. Ermm is that Katherine?” A woman’s voice spoke. A cold knife traced its way down her spine.“Yes, speaking.” She could not think what else to say.“I don’t know if you know me? I’m Jane Marks. You are in my father’s phone. Tony? Are you one of his friends?”“Yes. I know Tony, and yes I’m one of his friends. Is there something wrong?”“Ah. I’m going through his phone and ringing all the contacts. You see …” the voice on the other end wavered a little. “Well, I’m not sure how to put this but … Well, did you know he had a heart problem.”Katherine experienced a roaring sensation as she heard the blood rush in her ears. “What happened?” she said.The voice on the other end wavered again, “We found him in his garden on Sunday evening. He didn’t come to the pub so we went round. We tried … but it was hopeless. He had been doing the crossword.” She stopped speaking.“Is there a funeral?” Katherine asked numbed to the core.“It was this morning. I never though about his phone until now. I hate the fact that he was all alone. I’m sorry to be the one to let you know.”“Yes, thank you Jane. It was considerate of you.” She broke the connection before she lost her composure.She cried like never before but she seemed to hear His strong voice in her head. ‘Stop crying Kaz and go on for me. Go on.’“But you were all alone.” she cried to the ceiling.Again she seemed to hear His voice ‘Alone? I wasn’t alone. Think about it.’It came back to her; He had rung her on Sunday evening. He had told her that he was about to go out. She must have been the last person to talk to Him before it happened. She was in His last thoughts. And here she was, feeling so sure that He was telling her He was not alone; it helped.She opened the drawer and put the book away. She resolved not to look at it again but she had made this promise to herself many times before. She took strength from it and knew that somehow He was still keeping his promise and protecting her. Once in a blue moon indeed.The End

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