Becky had been regularly spanked by her landlady, Miss Scott, for several months. After manipulating her into giving her the first spanking and later establishing that every time she misbehaved she would be punished, Becky found herself about once a week across Miss Scott’s lap for a well-deserved spanking, first with the hand, then with the hairbrush. The punishments were always severe and left Becky sobbing, her bottom fiery red and sometimes bruised. Yet they also gave her strong thrills and made her feel alive, forcing her to experience fear, humiliation, submission, and total loss of control. She loved being dominated by the strict Miss Scott, and painful as they were, Becky loved every spanking she received from her. In fact, the pain was what made all the emotions and sensations that came with spanking feel real and intense.
The new regime was also beneficial for Miss Scott. She felt calmer and less stressed, and Becky firmly believed that the spankings had brought them closer than they ever would have been otherwise. After all, it was something so intimate and personal that it naturally built a bond between them. Spanking also gave Miss Scott a sense of duty. Although she didn’t enjoy punishing Becky, she felt good knowing that she was helping her become a better person. That’s why she always treated each spanking seriously and made sure there was a lesson behind it.
But Becky still had a problem that weighed on her. She found it hard to upset Miss Scott just to earn a punishment. She had been raised well by her mother and had a great deal of respect for Miss Scott, so misbehaving didn’t come naturally. She only did it to provoke her landlady into spanking her, but she wished she didn’t have to create all that tension and annoyance just to get the discipline she craved.
She knew she could never tell Miss Scott that she wanted to be spanked, and since it was all about discipline for her, she would never understand Becky’s deeper need. Still, Becky knew she had to find a solution and spent a long time thinking about the best approach. It was time to show off her acting skills again.
For several days in a row, when sitting and chatting with Miss Scott, Becky looked cheerful yet faintly troubled. Whenever Miss Scott asked what was wrong, she invariably replied, “It’s nothing. Really, I’m fine, Miss.” After building up tension like that for a few days, she finally caught the right moment to bring up the subject on a day when Miss Scott was relaxed and in good spirits. Becky had been spanked just three days earlier and had a clean record in Miss Scott’s book. Before getting down to business, she made sure to chat long enough, pretending to be cheerful yet showing just enough sadness to make Miss Scott curious.
Miss Scott finally took the bait and asked, “Becky, clearly something’s bothering you. I’ve been asking you for days what’s wrong, but you won’t talk to me. Seriously, whatever your problem is, you can discuss it with me.”
“It’s not easy for me to talk about it, which is probably why I’ve avoided it. It’s about spanking.”
“What about it? I want to start by saying that I don’t think it’s a good idea to give it up. Judging by your behavior, I think you still need to be spanked.”
“No, I totally agree with you. I’m not trying to avoid punishment.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Miss Scott asked.
“I hate to upset you and make you suffer. I try my best not to, but I can’t.”
“And you get spanked for that, so I suppose I make you suffer for it as well.”
“I’ve been living in your house for five months now, and about as many months have passed since you spanked me for the first time. Even though I try to be good, about once a week on average I end up annoying you enough that you decide to teach me a lesson. And the frequency doesn’t seem to change, even though I try. I want to break this cycle and stop upsetting you. I hate the tension I create between us.”
“Oh, honey, I appreciate you telling me this. Fortunately, that tension quickly disappears after a good spanking over my lap. I think it’s in your nature to misbehave sometimes. I believe you when you say you try to be good. Obviously, I don’t like being mad at you either, but being able to punish you also helps me get rid of frustration and gives me the opportunity to get you back on track for a few days at least. So I guess it’s up to you to try harder to be better behaved.”
“I’ve been trying for five months, and nothing has improved. As you said, maybe it’s in my nature to misbehave. So maybe we should adapt to my true nature instead of trying to change it.”
“What do you suggest?” Miss Scott asked, puzzled.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately and trying to piece things together. I’ve noticed that after each spanking there are a few days of silence. Perhaps the fact that my bottom hurts is an incentive for me to pay attention to my behaviour. Then after a while I go back to my old ways, you get mad, you punish me, and then we start over. As I said, I want to break this cycle, and I thought that maybe if you punish me before I misbehave, maybe that will keep me from doing stupid things.”
“Wait, are you suggesting I punish you without a real reason? I can’t do that. I don’t think it would be fair.”
“I know it may seem that way at first glance, but let me explain. What have the last five months shown us? That almost every week, I do something that you decide to punish me for. And I’ve never felt that you overreacted. I think I’ve earned every spanking. As I said, I try to behave better, but I fail. So I think we can agree that I’ll still end up being punished about once a week. What I propose is that we set one day a week for a spanking—basically a maintenance spanking that reminds me to behave. That way, we could avoid, or at least reduce, the moments when you get angry, and there’s tension between us. And I’ll still be punished once a week, like before.”
“I have to admit your argument is pretty strong. But it still seems a little strange to spank you for no reason. I believe in discipline, and actions must have consequences.”
“I totally agree with you, but if you know that a certain action leads to something negative, you can correct it in time and avoid a disaster. Since I failed to correct it myself, I came to you for help. We can at least give it a try and see how it goes. What do you say?” Becky asked nervously.
Miss Scott smiled. “I think you should have become a lawyer. You’re very good at arguing your case.” Then she became more serious. “I can see you really want this, and it’s important to you, so I’m willing to give it a try. Then we’ll draw conclusions and see if it makes sense.”
“Thank you, Miss. I really appreciate it,” Becky said, smiling.
“There are still a few things I’d like to understand first. How do you see this maintenance spanking?”
“Well, I thought we’d agree together on a day and a time for it, and we’d stick to that schedule. As for the spanking itself, I think it should be the same as any other spanking.”
“But it’s not really a punishment spanking,” Miss Scott said.
“That’s true, but it’s meant to prevent a punishment spanking, and it should still be meaningful. As I said before, I don’t want to avoid punishment, because I know I deserve it. I just want to make things better between us and in my life in general.”
“You sound so mature and responsible right now. I’m proud of you, you know?”
Becky blushed and smiled. “I have my moments of maturity.”
“What happens if you do something stupid between our maintenance spankings? Should I wait until the day we agreed on?”
“That wouldn’t be fair, would it? Plus, we’d lose the whole point of this system because you’d stay mad at me until that day, not to mention the tension between us. If I do something bad in the meantime, you should punish me anyway. That’s a risk I’ll have to take. Just like before. Even if it didn’t happen, if I made a mistake, say, the day after the last spanking, I don’t think you’d have a problem punishing me again.”
Miss Scott smiled. “You’re right, it wouldn’t be fair, and I’d have no problem punishing you again even if your bottom was still sore. So far, so good. That clears up pretty much all the questions I had. I can’t think of any others right now.”
Becky smiled at Miss Scott’s remark, then, in a more serious tone and blushing, said, “So… are we really going to give it a try?”
“Yes, Becky. As I said before, you pleaded your case very well. We still need to agree on the day and time, and, since it’s your bottom that will suffer, I think it’s best if you decide when you prefer.”
“I was thinking Friday night, before bed. Shall we say 9:00 p.m.? I know you’re watching a show until 8:30, so I thought it would be a good time after that. Since it’s a scheduled spanking, I’ll probably be quite anxious as the time approaches, and I have a shorter day at college on Fridays, so I won’t be too distracted. And I wouldn’t want it over the weekend either, in case I make other plans. But if that’s not okay with you, we can think of another day.”
“Sounds good to me,” Miss Scott said, then added, “I hadn’t thought about the waiting part until now.”
Becky was quick to reply, “I’ve thought about it from the start. Until now, I never knew when I was going to be spanked. I only found out a few minutes before, so I didn’t have to worry for long. I realized that with a maintenance spanking, I’ll have plenty of time to think about what’s coming, but I also believe that’s a good incentive for me to behave. And also, if before this system I made a mistake a few days after a spanking and was punished again, I’d probably behave for another week. Now, if that happened, I’d likely get two spankings on my already sore bottom: the punishment itself and then the next maintenance spanking. So that’s another incentive for me to behave.”
“You really have thought of everything,” said Miss Scott in an appreciative tone. “When do you think we should start?”
“This Friday, if that’s okay with you.”
“Then this Friday at 9:00 p.m. it is. Today is Thursday, so you’ll have three more days of waiting and anticipation,” Miss Scott said, smiling.
“Thank you, Miss, for being so understanding. I really hope it will work.”
“I hope so too.”
That evening, in her room, Becky recalled her conversation with Miss Scott. She was so pleased with how it had gone much better than she had dared to hope. She was thrilled that she no longer had to act out just to earn a spanking. Now she already knew exactly when the next one would happen, and just thinking about it made her feel wetter and wetter between her legs.
The next two days passed quietly. Becky kept remembering the Friday night appointment but managed to focus well enough on her classes and chores. The atmosphere in the house was calm and natural. She felt much more at ease now that she didn’t have to provoke Miss Scott on purpose, and the thought of the upcoming spanking filled her with a nervous excitement that seemed almost pleasant.
By Friday, the anticipation was affecting Becky’s mood more and more. She grew anxious and found it difficult to think about anything else. At the same time, she felt strangely alive, her pulse quickening whenever she thought of what was coming.
Before leaving the house that morning, she ran into Miss Scott in the kitchen. Miss Scott was cheerful and relaxed, clearly in a better state than Becky.
She greeted her with a smile. “Good morning! How are you, Becky? It’s an important day today. Are you sure you want us to stick to what we agreed on for tonight? You still have a clean slate in my book. It’s okay to change your mind.”
“Good morning, Miss. I’m a little nervous, but no, I haven’t changed my mind. I want us to stay on schedule, if you’re still up for it.”
“Yes, if we made a deal, I won’t change my mind. I’m glad and a little surprised that you’re only a little nervous,” Miss Scott said with a knowing smile.
Becky replied as she walked out the door, “It’s still early. See you later, Miss. Have a good day.”
“You too, dear.”
Luckily for Becky, Friday was an easy and short day at college, and even though she was distracted, she coped with it well. The walk home seemed longer than usual because she couldn’t wait to get there. The growing tension made her even more excited.
When she got home, she retired to her room. She was home alone until nearly 7 p.m., so she had plenty of time to herself. It was only 3 p.m.
First of all, she had a desperate urge that could not be put off any longer. She took off all her clothes, and lying on the bed, she started caressing herself. She was so wet, and after just a few minutes of touching herself, the liberating orgasm came. It was a good one, but nowhere near as intense as after a spanking.
Already much calmer, Becky decided to spend the day doing things she enjoyed and that relaxed her. She put on some good music, poured herself a glass of wine, and prepared the tub for a hot bubble bath. She sat in the tub for a long time until the water got cold.
After the bath, she put cream all over her body and did her nails. She chose a bright red polish for both hands and feet. Then she chose a bra and a pair of panties to match the bra. Even though they weren’t going to stay on her for long, she liked to look good.
Even for a date she wouldn’t have prepared so much, and she laughed thinking about it. But these activities made her feel good and distracted her from the main event of the day.
At one point, she heard noise coming from downstairs and realized that Miss Scott had arrived home. She checked her watch and saw it was almost 7 p.m. Therefore, she had two more hours to wait.
Because of her anxiety, she didn’t have much appetite and decided to skip dinner. Her mouth was dry, and she wanted to go downstairs and get a glass of water. She put a robe on because she was too naked to walk around the house like that. Even though in two hours she would be naked, it still didn’t seem appropriate at that time.
In the kitchen, she met Miss Scott, who was just making herself something to eat before her show started. She was still in a good mood. She said, smiling, “Hey, dear. What’s up? How’s your anxiety level?”
Becky also managed a smile and replied, “Hello, Miss. It’s higher and still growing.”
Miss Scott became more serious and added, “I’m going to watch the show in my room, but at 9 p.m. I’ll be waiting for you here. For your own good, you’d better not be late. And don’t forget to bring the hairbrush.”
Becky blushed and replied, “No, Miss. I won’t be late, and I won’t forget the hairbrush.” It was both humiliating and exciting to say those words out loud.
Becky returned to her room and decided that instead of thinking about her own spanking, she would read a spanking story. At least that way she could concentrate on someone else’s spanking. She found a story on a popular platform about a girl like her, who secretly enjoyed being spanked. The story focuses more on the erotic aspects of spanking and the feelings the heroine experienced, and not so much on the pain.
This helped Becky forget a little about the painful part and focus on the others. The story was very well written and detailed, and it turned Becky on. She was so engrossed in reading that she was at risk of losing track of time, so she set her alarm to go off five minutes before 9 p.m.
When she finished reading, it was only seven minutes to 9 p.m. She felt almost relieved that there was so little time left. The wait was harder than she had expected, but she was proud of how she had managed to distract herself. She knew exactly what she was in for and felt as nervous as ever, but she didn’t have the guilt she had before. The fact that Miss Scott was angry with her gave her an unpleasant sense of guilt.
She didn’t have much time left, so she put on the bra and panties she’d chosen earlier, grabbed her hairbrush, and headed for the living room but made a stop in the bathroom first. She didn’t want one more reason to worry, especially after all the anxiety and that glass of water earlier.
She entered the living room and found the chair already placed in the middle of the room. Miss Scott sat on the couch and told her as soon as she came in, “Just in time. Put the hairbrush on the chair and go straight to your corner.”
Becky immediately obeyed the instructions and put her nose to the corner. Miss Scott got up and walked over to her, saying, “What a nice pair of underwear you have. Too bad we have to take them off.” She then began to undo Becky’s bra, moving on to take off her panties. Becky was left naked in the corner, with her hands behind her head.
Miss Scott had some doubts about the spanking she was about to administer. She had taken some time to admire the beautiful, naked body standing before her and tried to reassure herself that she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Even if Becky hadn’t done anything bad that week, no doubt in a few days she would have found herself in the same position. Besides, Becky had pushed hard and argued so convincingly in favor of this new system that Miss Scott could not deny her a trial. She decided to do her duty and carry out the spanking as firmly as usual.
Standing in the corner was hard for Becky because the waiting made her feel more and more nervous. But it also humbled her and helped her get into the right mindset for discipline.
Eventually, Miss Scott ordered Becky to turn around and come closer. She was already sitting in the chair, waiting. Becky approached and stood in front of her for a few seconds before she was told to go across her lap. It was a movement already practiced many times. Miss Scott handed Becky the hairbrush, which she had to hold in front of her until it was needed.
After a few moments, during which Miss Scott rested her hand on Becky’s bottom, the first spank landed, followed quickly by many more in a steady, relentless rhythm. Becky managed to hold still for a while but soon began to squirm and kick harder and harder. Her breathing grew fast and uneven, and small sobs escaped her lips. With every minute, she struggled more.
Finally the rain of blows stopped, and a short silence followed. Becky was gasping and felt her eyes start to blur, a sign that tears were close. She knew it was the calm before the storm. And indeed, it wasn’t long before Miss Scott asked for the hairbrush.
She adjusted Becky’s position, placing one leg over hers and holding her arm firmly behind her back. Becky was completely restrained now and knew she had no way to avoid what was coming. Then the hairbrush began to do its work, spreading more and more heat and color across her already burning bottom. Each sharp crack brought louder cries and soon a river of tears.
Gradually, Becky stopped fighting and let go, sinking into the deep, trembling state that only true submission brings, a strange, floating calm that comes after the pain becomes too much to resist.
Time stretched, minutes feeling like hours. Finally, the sound of the hairbrush stopped, replaced by Miss Scott’s steady hand resting gently on Becky’s sore bottom. Becky knew she had survived another proper spanking. She was exhausted, and her bottom throbbed with pain, yet she felt that same overwhelming sense of release.
She stayed across Miss Scott’s lap for a while until she recovered a little, then was helped to her feet. Miss Scott told her to go to her room, saying they would talk in the morning.
Becky lay in her bed still crying and rubbing her bottom, trying to ease at least some of the pain. Once the pain subsided, it gave way to arousal, and Becky really loved that part. When the pain turned into a pleasant tingle, it sent shivers throughout her entire body. Her pussy was damp, and she wasted no more time but began to masturbate, again imagining herself over Miss Scott’s knee and being spanked. She climaxed and barely restrained herself from making too much noise by shoving her head deeply into the pillow so Miss Scott couldn’t hear her. It was fantastic, and it was worth every stroke received and every tear shed.
Feeling calmer and peaceful at last, Becky fell asleep as she was, her tears dry and her body warm.
In the morning, she woke up very refreshed and cheerful. Her bottom was very sore, but it was a pleasant feeling, at least when she wasn’t trying to sit on it. She was very happy with the new arrangement. She’d had her dose of spanking, and there was no need to upset Miss Scott to get it. It was exactly what she wanted.
But she was very curious to find out how things stood from Miss Scott’s perspective, so without lingering in bed, she dressed and went downstairs to the living room. From the stairs, she could already smell the inviting aroma of coffee.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“Good morning, Miss.”
“How are you? Did you sleep well?”
“Oh, yes. After such an intense evening, I slept like a baby.”
“I’m glad. And I also see you’re in a good mood. So I guess there are no hard feelings?” Miss Scott asked.
“No, not at all. Why would there be?”
“I don’t know. I’m just asking.”
“I got exactly what I asked for, and I’m glad I did, and it wasn’t the regular punishment spanking. I no longer had that feeling of guilt towards you, and I felt much more at peace with the whole situation. The fact that I knew exactly when I was going to be spanked made the anticipation harder than I had imagined, but I can live with that. So as far as I’m concerned, I’m happy with the decision. How was it for you?” Becky asked.
“It was mostly okay. I had to remind myself a few times during the spanking why I was doing that. Without any offense on your part, I found it a little difficult to spank you. But I’m sure it will get easier with time. So, do you want to continue our arrangement?”
“Yes, Miss, definitely,” Becky answered.
“Then next Friday, same time.”
“Yes, Miss. Thank you.”
“Unless you decide to do something stupid by then,” Miss Scott said in a more severe tone.
“I hope not, Miss,” Becky replied, blushing.
Things were going well for the two women, and the new arrangement was working out great. There was much less tension between them, and Becky was on her best behavior. They were both happy with the new system, which involved a maintenance spanking every Friday. The hardest part for Becky remained the waiting and the anticipation. Of course, apart from the spanking itself.
Several weeks passed, and it was already clear that the system was working. One Monday, when Becky had just returned from college, Miss Scott called her into the living room, telling her she wanted to talk to her. Her tone was authoritative, and she was not as cheerful as usual. It was clear that something had happened, but Becky couldn’t figure out what.
As soon as she walked in, Miss Scott said to Becky, “Guess who called me today? Your mother. We talked for several minutes. She asked me about you and how we were getting along. I made a little joke and told her that you were sometimes a bit naughty and lacking in discipline. And what do you think she said? She was surprised, poor thing, and told me that you were a very good and intelligent girl and that among all her acquaintances, you were the only one who had never been spanked as a child. She said you were the best-behaved in the class, even though she never had to lift a hand against you.”
Becky could barely stand. It was a real nightmare, as if her whole world were collapsing. “I’m sorry, Miss,” she managed to whisper, feeling miserable.
“Is that all you can say right now? You lied to my face and manipulated me however you wanted. At least help me understand why. Is there something that fascinates you? Does it turn you on?”
Becky blushed deeply and stared at the floor, unable to speak.
“Speak up, young lady. Don’t make me any angrier than I already am.”
Becky took a deep breath and said, “I’ve been fascinated by spanking for as long as I can remember. I’ve read everything I could find about it, in magazines and online. I think about it almost every day. I’ve imagined being spanked countless times by people I met at school, on the street, and on the bus. My mother never believed in spanking, so when I came here, I decided to take my chance with you. I’m really sorry for deceiving you, but I’m not sorry that I finally experienced something I’ve dreamed about all my life.”
Miss Scott’s tone softened a little as she listened. Becky sounded more like a lost child than a schemer. She still wanted to understand more, so she asked, “And what is it exactly that attracts you to it?”
“It’s a mix of emotions,” Becky said quietly. “I like the anticipation and the fear before it happens. I like the feeling of being under someone’s control, the discipline, and the authority. I like the moment after, when the pain fades and turns into a pleasant tingle. I don’t enjoy the pain itself, but I know it’s what makes everything else real; it gives meaning to all the feelings that come with it.”
Miss Scott studied her for a moment. “So it excites you in that sense?”
“The spanking itself is too painful to turn you on, at least if you’re not a masochist. But the other parts…” Becky was too embarrassed to say more.
“You know, I suspected. Now I’m certain. I’ve always noticed that your nipples were unusually hard, and I’ve sometimes noticed that your vagina seemed wet.”
“I’m really sorry, Miss. I shouldn’t have used you like that. But I was desperate. I knew that if I told you everything, you wouldn’t understand or accept it. I know it’s hard for someone who doesn’t feel the same way to understand why anyone would want to go through something so painful and humiliating.”
“You’re right,” Miss Scott admitted. “I probably wouldn’t have understood. And I certainly wouldn’t have accepted it. But it’s still not right that you took advantage of me.”
“I know, Miss. And I’m truly sorry.”
“So, you could have behaved properly all this time, and all the trouble you caused was just an act?”
“Yes, Miss,” Becky replied in a trembling voice.
“Look, I appreciate you being honest with me at least now. I like you, and I wouldn’t want to kick you out of my house. At the same time, I wouldn’t want you to get frustrated and have problems like we’ve had before, so I’m willing to compromise. I’m willing to continue with our Friday night deal if, in return, I get the peace and harmony I need. But it won’t be like it was before. Now that I know you actually enjoy being spanked, I can no longer accept letting you off so easily. I suspected, and you confirmed, that pain itself is not something that stimulates you, so during that part, you can still learn. I’ll explain right away what this is all about. I’ll be right back,” Miss Scott said and left the room for a few moments. Then she returned quickly, holding a cane in her hand.
Becky sighed heavily at the sight of the cane.
“From now on, in addition to the hand and hairbrush, our weekly sessions will also include this lovely cane. Take it in your hand and examine it more closely. See how light and flexible it is? However, don’t be fooled like I was by you. Once you officially meet it, the spanking with the hairbrush will seem like a caress.”
Becky looked at Miss Scott and the cane, paralyzed. Her mind was like a roller coaster, and her heart was pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest.
Miss Scott spoke again, “Normally, as mad as I am at you, you should already be over my lap and getting your well-deserved punishment. But it would be too simple. Therefore, you will have to wait until Friday, when our regular meeting is. Today being Monday, you have four days to think about what lies ahead, four days to feel terrified of how painful the cane will be. I want you to have four days in which to mentally prepare yourself and anticipate every stroke you will receive. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Miss. How… how many strokes will I get?”
“No less than twenty-four, but there could be more.”
Becky bit her lip and sighed nervously.
“You are dismissed. Go to your room before I change my mind.”
Once in the safety of her room, Becky tried to piece together what had happened. Fortunately, Miss Scott had been tactful enough not to give her away to her mother about the spanking. That would have been another tragedy for Becky. On the other hand, her secret had been disclosed and even in great detail. She felt ashamed and angry but consoled herself with the thought that she had not been sent away by Miss Scott. When she thought better of it, she realized that Miss Scott probably understood her to some extent or at least decided to accept her as she was.
Becky would continue to get regular spankings, although she hadn’t expected it at the beginning of her conversation with Miss Scott. As for the cane, she had read a lot about it and seen it used in many of her videos. She knew it was a very serious implement and was sure she was going to have a very hard time trying to cope with the pain it would cause her. In her stories, many punishments consisted of six of the best with the cane, yet Miss Scott had promised her at least twenty-four.
She tried to imagine how it would feel. The sharp hiss of the cane cutting through the air, the sting exploding across her bottom, the way her body would tense and tremble after every stroke. The thought made her squeeze her thighs together, not knowing whether it was fear or excitement. She had watched enough videos to know that the cane was merciless and that no amount of bravery could prepare her for the pain. Still, a strange curiosity pushed through her fear, the need to know how far she could go and how much she could take under Miss Scott’s control.
Just thinking about the cane sent a cold shiver down her spine, but strangely, she also felt very wet between her legs. Certainly complicated times awaited her, but at the same time, she remembered her experiences so far and knew that the greater the pain, the more satisfying the whole experience, and the more intense the release afterwards. She would find out more in just four days, but until then there would be an agonizing wait that would seem much longer.
THE END
