I don’t remember now exactly what my comment was but Pam (not real name) said
I should be punished for saying something like that to her. In a macho manner I
said, “Oh…I might like that.” I had just released the Evil Jeanie from her bottle
with that comment.
We had been dating only a few weeks and I didn’t know the many facets to her
personality. A new one was now revealed. She grabbed the ponytail of my hair and
pulled me roughly into her bedroom. She kicked the door shut with her foot and
pushed me to the edge of her bed. Pam removed my belt and with the skill of an
Olympian had my trousers and shorts down to around my ankles in world record
time. I was speechless but becoming highly aroused. She pushed me face down
over the edge of the bed.
“Ok, let’s see if you like this.”
The belt tapped me lightly on my butt as she took aim. The first stroke landed with
a smack that broke the sound barrier. The force and pain propelled me up onto the
bed. She grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to where my feet were once more
on the floor.
“Please Pam, not so hard.”
“Oh yes, nine more just the same and if you move out of position we will repeat all
ten. Do you understand?
“Yes Pam.”
For years I had secretly longed for such punishment and had probably spanked
myself hundreds of times but I had always warmed up my butt in a gentle manner
first.
Pam had me count out the remaining nine and did proceed with slightly less
ferocity. I was near tears when she said that will be all… for this time. That
comment let me know there could be a sequel to this scenario. She then cuddled me
like child and said she was sorry but it was necessary that I respect her.
I agreed and said I was sorry. Inside I was delighted to think I might now have
someone to give me the discipline I had always longed for.
Only a few days went by and I made another faux pas. We were not living together
but spent as much time together as we could. I had gone grocery shopping with her
and discovered she was rather sensitive about her weight. When Pam put an item in
her cart I jokingly commented, “That will look good on your hips.” Pam got in my
face and sternly told me when we arrive back at my apartment you will help me
carry in the groceries and then get your butt into my room. You will strip down to
your underwear, clime up onto the bed and wait on your hands and knees while I
put the groceries away. I will then come in and teach you to keep your comments to
yourself.
The time it took to finish shopping, the trip home and the wait on the bed had me in
rather a large tizzy. I heard the bedroom door open and felt fear and a strange
sensation in my stomach. My mind was reeling in anticipation for what was to
come.
She commanded, head down and butt up in the air. Like a well trained dog I
quickly complied. I heard the closet door open and she was muttering to herself
about my comment and which one shall I choose. I took a quick peek and was
startled at the wide array of paddles, straps, floggers and canes that hung from pegs
on the back wall of her closet.
She caught my peek and yelled, “Eyes forward. I can fix that.”
Pam came over to me and tied a scarf over my eyes. The next thing I felt was the
cold surface of a wooden paddle. She began to scold me for my comment and tell
me I will teach you to comment on my purchases.
She was making slow circles on my butt as she roared at me. Suddenly there was
an extreme pain. I yelped unconsciously. Several seconds went by and then there
was a flurry of perhaps twenty full force strokes. I knew from my previous session
my protests for lenience would be futile. She would have her way and I must
concentrate on enduring this.
“You will remain like this until I return for you. I want you to think about this
lesson. I told you before, you will respect me or you will have a very sore butt
when you don’t.”
When she returned some half-hour latter it was if nothing had happened and all
was well. She led me into the kitchen where she had prepared a delicious meal.
The next few weeks seemed to find a great many excuses for Pam to warm my
bottom and some were rather flimsy.
I was enjoying the attention and it was usually followed by terrific sex.
Each discipline session almost always had a new facet added to it. I can’t
remember the order of addition but there was hand strapping, mouth soaping, a
variety of nipple clips, candle wax, golden shower or some new instrument pulled
from the back wall of her closet. I was beginning to think I had a de facto
dominatrix on my hands and one I didn’t pay hundreds dollars an hour. I had
arrived in Nirvana but there was a road that led out of town.
The apex of our relationship was reached on a camping trip into the mountains of
North Carolina. It was late fall and we had only one other couple sharing the entire
camp ground and the next morning they were gone. Wimps, the morning temp was
forty six.
Pam and I had caroused the night before with a camp fire and Al K. Hall. Pam
passed out early missing some wonderful shooting stars. The next mourning on the
way to the bathhouse I foolishly mentioned she must have a huge hangover after the
bender she went on.
Pam roughly grabbed my wrist and led me out to the back side of the bathhouse.
She said, “I guess you will never learn.”
I was made to stand facing the wall about three feet away and lean forward with
my palms flat on the stone wall. In a few seconds my hands were numb from the
cold masonry wall. Pam undid my belt and with a hard jerk pulled it from around
my waist. She dropped my jeans and tore down my underpants. The cold air on my
bum and privates gave me an instant erection. It was quickly erased by unrelenting
strokes from my wide leather belt. And all the while Pam was loudly reading me
the riot act. I don’t know how many strokes I endured but it was several dozen. The
worst belting I had ever had.
Pam’s drinking was often out of control and I obviously could not talk to her about
it and she could not see herself as I did. It was time to do something and the safe
thing for my behind seemed to be a letter. I hoped the mail man was out of sight
before she finished reading it or he might have been a victim of her wrath. After
some wrenching phone calls our tryst was at an end. Shortly thereafter I moved
away but I always expected to one day see Pam in an ad for dominatrix services.
She was a natural and my bum still feels a warm glow when I think of her.
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