She was expecting my arrival. For weeks we had corresponded by e-mail. She was going to deal with
me in her particular area of expertise, namely punishing naughty young men for habitual, unapproved
and unsupervised self gratification.
She is a stately, mature lady with many years experience in dealing with lewd recalcitrants like me.
She is tall, robust and busty. Here style is much more domestic rather than dominatrix as she
preferred to wear a white blouse, dark skirt, seamed nylon stockings and leather shoes with
conservative two-inch heels,
During the course of our correspondence, it became clear to me that she understood exactly what my
problem was and she knew precisely how to deal with it. I was to report to her residence at a
pre-determined time and date. She would take care of everything else!
My apprehension continued to grow as I counted down the days until our rendezvous. When the day
finally arrived my trepidation had reached a fever pitch! My heart was pounding and my stomach was
queasy as I arrived at her abode and rang the doorbell.
After several minutes, she answered the door. I gasped when I saw her. She wore her blonde hair in
a bun. Round, wire-rimmed eyeglasses adorned her already pretty face. She wore a white,
high-collared see-through blouse with long sleeves. Beneath her blouse, I could see her black bra.
She also wore a knee-lengthed black skirt and dark nylon stockings. On her feet were black, leather
shoes with perhaps three inch heels.
"Well hello William," she greeted me pleasantly, come in." She motioned me across the threshold
into what appeared to be a living room and invited me to sit on the sofa. When I sat, she pulled up a
cushioned chair sat facing me about five feet away. She crossed her legs, hiking up her skirt thus
revealing her shapely thighs and the black seam on the back of her stockings. I felt a stirring in my
loins as she began to question me!
"Well William," she began. "I am happy that you are punctual, but I am quite disappointed at your
unwillingness to control your primal urges." She continued, saying, "and the reason for your visit
today is to be disciplined for that unapproved, unsupervised habit, isn't that correct?" I swallowed
hard and agreed with a meek, "yeess Ma'am."
"Alright," she continued, "Now tell me William, the amount and nature of your masturbatory activities.
In other words, how often and what do you think about when you are performing the vile deed?" My
blood ran cold as she asked the question and my aroused member strained painfully against the
confines of my underpants and trousers. I paused, taking a deep breath and tried to give a satisfactory
answer.
"Well, Ma'am," I began, "Usually about three to five times a week and recently I have been
fantasizing about you punishing me." "Hmmm, could you be more specific, William," she asked.
"How do you fantasize that I punish you for masturbating, young man?" Again, taking a deep breath,
I responded. "Well Ma'am, first I imagine that you strip me naked..." "STOP," she interrupted. " I
have heard quite enough. Are you aroused now?" I responded to the affirmative and she said. "Oh
you will be stripped of your clothing young man and quite seriously punished but on my terms, is that
understood?" "Yesss Ma'am," I replied.
"Very well," she concluded, "follow me into the discipline suite." She then stood up and began
walking down the hallway. Like a puppy dog, I followed her, my eyes fixated on her shapely hips and
muscular, nylon sheathed calves. The clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor pounding
relentlessly in my head.
We soon arrived at a room at the end of the hall and my Governess unlocked and opened the door,
reached inside and turned on a light in the room. "Sit at the desk and await my return," she directed,
pointing to a school type desk with an attached modular top which was positioned in the center of the
room. When I sat down, she left the room,closing and locking the door from the outside.
My stomach was queasy but I was terribly excited as I began to look around the room. I first noticed
a chalkboard standing on an easel beside a bigger desk. Written in big, bold letters across the top was
my name, William. Beneath my name was written; Infraction = masturbation. Below that was; To be
severely punished. Nervously, I continued to survey the room. On the Mahogany desk were a couple
of rattan canes, a couple of straps and a Scottish tawse. A cushioned leather chair sat behind the
desk. The walls on all sides were mirrored, obviously so I could view my own discipline that was
about to be meted out by my instructress.
My trepidation was now at a fever pitch. It was finally starting to sink in, just what was in store for
me. Her psychological ploy of me wait for her return had caused me to be a nervous wreck. This is
precisely what she was trying to achieve.
Several more minutes passed until I finally heard the clicking of her heels growing ever louder as she
approached the door. The key was inserted and the door opened. I was now about to face my
fantasy! She moved behind the mahogany desk and sat in the chair, pulling it up toward the desk.
Then, looking at me above her glasses, she said, "William, you know why you are here don't you!"
"Yyyess, Ma'am," I replied. "Why," she queried. "Uh.....ummm...for unapproved, unsupervised
masturbation, Ma'am" "That is quite right, William," she agreed. "Now remove your shoes and socks
and place them over there by the door." Quickly, I obeyed her directive and returned bare-footed to
the desk. "Now remove your outer shirt and trousers and hang them on the hooks on that back wall,"
she said, pointing. As I did, she pulled her chair from behind the desk and placed it between her desk
and mine in the center of the room. She then motioned me with her finger for me to stand beside her
and ordered, "put your hands on top of your head." I was humiliated by her directive, knowing full
well that my underpants were hideously "tented," revealing the full extent of my arousal.
My Governess, however, took no immediate notice of my condition. She did, however, grab the
bottom of my tee shirt and began to roll it up tightly toward my chest. She had soon rolled it past my
nipples until it was bundled tightly beneath my armpits. She then completed my humiliation by placing
her hands inside the waistband of my underpants by each hip, and in one motion, yanked them down
to my ankles! I was now on full display, naked from armpits to ankles. Meanwhile, my Governess
adjusted her skirt to the tops of her stockings revealing her sturdy thighs.
I glanced in the mirror on the facing wall and was a sight to behold! She was seated, fully clothed
with her thighs slightly revealed, I was standing with my hands on my head, naked from armpits to
ankles and lewdly pointing at my disciplinarian! She then guided me across her hep, instructing me to
place my hands squarely on the floor. "You can watch as i spank your naughty bottom," she said.
And spank me she did! In fact, I was surprised at her ability to spank with only her hand. I was soon
squirming and kicking as the intensity built up.
She, however, was relentless and continued spanking my bare bottom and upper thighs until I was
quite certain I couldn't rake any more. It was then she finally stopped and I had completely kicked off
my underpants. She then pulled off my tee shirt, rendering me completely naked. "go stand in that
corner, you naughty boy," she instructed, "and keep those nasty hands on top of your head. I want
that red bottom of yours on display!"
I scrambled into place and stood quietly, waiting for more instructions. My bottom was throbbing but
there was much more to come. After several minutes, she approached me from behind and by the
shoulders spun me around so that i was facing her. My aroused condition and subsided somewhat and
upon that revelation my Governess said, "well we are making some progress, but we still have a way
to go!" She then began a campaign of verbal humiliation with a singular goal in mind; to cause to be
once again shamefully aroused in her presence.
"You are a vile, nasty, young man," she stated. "As your instructress, I will not tolerate self-abuse and
I fully intend to break you of that disgusting habit." "In fact," I may have you move in here for
awhile. That way I can keep you completely naked at all times, so I can be assured that you are not
masturbating behind my back!" "Now young man, just to be sure you have been properly chastened, I
am going to give you a proper caning!" "You told me that you touched yourself improperly three to
five times per week, therefore, we will give three sets of five strokes both on your bare bottom and on
those masturbating hands!"
Governess then fulfilled her promise, leaving me striped and quite sore. Unfortunately for me I rained
highly aroused requiring her to utilize a smaller cane on the offending member. Would I learn my
lesson, or would I continue my vile and lewd behavior? My Governess will most certainly decide that
question!
me in her particular area of expertise, namely punishing naughty young men for habitual, unapproved
and unsupervised self gratification.
She is a stately, mature lady with many years experience in dealing with lewd recalcitrants like me.
She is tall, robust and busty. Here style is much more domestic rather than dominatrix as she
preferred to wear a white blouse, dark skirt, seamed nylon stockings and leather shoes with
conservative two-inch heels,
During the course of our correspondence, it became clear to me that she understood exactly what my
problem was and she knew precisely how to deal with it. I was to report to her residence at a
pre-determined time and date. She would take care of everything else!
My apprehension continued to grow as I counted down the days until our rendezvous. When the day
finally arrived my trepidation had reached a fever pitch! My heart was pounding and my stomach was
queasy as I arrived at her abode and rang the doorbell.
After several minutes, she answered the door. I gasped when I saw her. She wore her blonde hair in
a bun. Round, wire-rimmed eyeglasses adorned her already pretty face. She wore a white,
high-collared see-through blouse with long sleeves. Beneath her blouse, I could see her black bra.
She also wore a knee-lengthed black skirt and dark nylon stockings. On her feet were black, leather
shoes with perhaps three inch heels.
"Well hello William," she greeted me pleasantly, come in." She motioned me across the threshold
into what appeared to be a living room and invited me to sit on the sofa. When I sat, she pulled up a
cushioned chair sat facing me about five feet away. She crossed her legs, hiking up her skirt thus
revealing her shapely thighs and the black seam on the back of her stockings. I felt a stirring in my
loins as she began to question me!
"Well William," she began. "I am happy that you are punctual, but I am quite disappointed at your
unwillingness to control your primal urges." She continued, saying, "and the reason for your visit
today is to be disciplined for that unapproved, unsupervised habit, isn't that correct?" I swallowed
hard and agreed with a meek, "yeess Ma'am."
"Alright," she continued, "Now tell me William, the amount and nature of your masturbatory activities.
In other words, how often and what do you think about when you are performing the vile deed?" My
blood ran cold as she asked the question and my aroused member strained painfully against the
confines of my underpants and trousers. I paused, taking a deep breath and tried to give a satisfactory
answer.
"Well, Ma'am," I began, "Usually about three to five times a week and recently I have been
fantasizing about you punishing me." "Hmmm, could you be more specific, William," she asked.
"How do you fantasize that I punish you for masturbating, young man?" Again, taking a deep breath,
I responded. "Well Ma'am, first I imagine that you strip me naked..." "STOP," she interrupted. " I
have heard quite enough. Are you aroused now?" I responded to the affirmative and she said. "Oh
you will be stripped of your clothing young man and quite seriously punished but on my terms, is that
understood?" "Yesss Ma'am," I replied.
"Very well," she concluded, "follow me into the discipline suite." She then stood up and began
walking down the hallway. Like a puppy dog, I followed her, my eyes fixated on her shapely hips and
muscular, nylon sheathed calves. The clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor pounding
relentlessly in my head.
We soon arrived at a room at the end of the hall and my Governess unlocked and opened the door,
reached inside and turned on a light in the room. "Sit at the desk and await my return," she directed,
pointing to a school type desk with an attached modular top which was positioned in the center of the
room. When I sat down, she left the room,closing and locking the door from the outside.
My stomach was queasy but I was terribly excited as I began to look around the room. I first noticed
a chalkboard standing on an easel beside a bigger desk. Written in big, bold letters across the top was
my name, William. Beneath my name was written; Infraction = masturbation. Below that was; To be
severely punished. Nervously, I continued to survey the room. On the Mahogany desk were a couple
of rattan canes, a couple of straps and a Scottish tawse. A cushioned leather chair sat behind the
desk. The walls on all sides were mirrored, obviously so I could view my own discipline that was
about to be meted out by my instructress.
My trepidation was now at a fever pitch. It was finally starting to sink in, just what was in store for
me. Her psychological ploy of me wait for her return had caused me to be a nervous wreck. This is
precisely what she was trying to achieve.
Several more minutes passed until I finally heard the clicking of her heels growing ever louder as she
approached the door. The key was inserted and the door opened. I was now about to face my
fantasy! She moved behind the mahogany desk and sat in the chair, pulling it up toward the desk.
Then, looking at me above her glasses, she said, "William, you know why you are here don't you!"
"Yyyess, Ma'am," I replied. "Why," she queried. "Uh.....ummm...for unapproved, unsupervised
masturbation, Ma'am" "That is quite right, William," she agreed. "Now remove your shoes and socks
and place them over there by the door." Quickly, I obeyed her directive and returned bare-footed to
the desk. "Now remove your outer shirt and trousers and hang them on the hooks on that back wall,"
she said, pointing. As I did, she pulled her chair from behind the desk and placed it between her desk
and mine in the center of the room. She then motioned me with her finger for me to stand beside her
and ordered, "put your hands on top of your head." I was humiliated by her directive, knowing full
well that my underpants were hideously "tented," revealing the full extent of my arousal.
My Governess, however, took no immediate notice of my condition. She did, however, grab the
bottom of my tee shirt and began to roll it up tightly toward my chest. She had soon rolled it past my
nipples until it was bundled tightly beneath my armpits. She then completed my humiliation by placing
her hands inside the waistband of my underpants by each hip, and in one motion, yanked them down
to my ankles! I was now on full display, naked from armpits to ankles. Meanwhile, my Governess
adjusted her skirt to the tops of her stockings revealing her sturdy thighs.
I glanced in the mirror on the facing wall and was a sight to behold! She was seated, fully clothed
with her thighs slightly revealed, I was standing with my hands on my head, naked from armpits to
ankles and lewdly pointing at my disciplinarian! She then guided me across her hep, instructing me to
place my hands squarely on the floor. "You can watch as i spank your naughty bottom," she said.
And spank me she did! In fact, I was surprised at her ability to spank with only her hand. I was soon
squirming and kicking as the intensity built up.
She, however, was relentless and continued spanking my bare bottom and upper thighs until I was
quite certain I couldn't rake any more. It was then she finally stopped and I had completely kicked off
my underpants. She then pulled off my tee shirt, rendering me completely naked. "go stand in that
corner, you naughty boy," she instructed, "and keep those nasty hands on top of your head. I want
that red bottom of yours on display!"
I scrambled into place and stood quietly, waiting for more instructions. My bottom was throbbing but
there was much more to come. After several minutes, she approached me from behind and by the
shoulders spun me around so that i was facing her. My aroused condition and subsided somewhat and
upon that revelation my Governess said, "well we are making some progress, but we still have a way
to go!" She then began a campaign of verbal humiliation with a singular goal in mind; to cause to be
once again shamefully aroused in her presence.
"You are a vile, nasty, young man," she stated. "As your instructress, I will not tolerate self-abuse and
I fully intend to break you of that disgusting habit." "In fact," I may have you move in here for
awhile. That way I can keep you completely naked at all times, so I can be assured that you are not
masturbating behind my back!" "Now young man, just to be sure you have been properly chastened, I
am going to give you a proper caning!" "You told me that you touched yourself improperly three to
five times per week, therefore, we will give three sets of five strokes both on your bare bottom and on
those masturbating hands!"
Governess then fulfilled her promise, leaving me striped and quite sore. Unfortunately for me I rained
highly aroused requiring her to utilize a smaller cane on the offending member. Would I learn my
lesson, or would I continue my vile and lewd behavior? My Governess will most certainly decide that
question!
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