I need a spanking. It has been way too long since my last one and I am in urgent need of a good bottom warming.
I had just clicked on an e-mail from a client and was reading her e-mail. Well not really a client, with clients you normally get paid. So why do I receive e-mails like this most days? I provide a service for women who want to discuss and live out their spanking fantasies. With some of my clients (I really can think of no better word) I just exchange e-mails as they discuss their deepest fantasies, with others I have regular virtual calls, and with a smaller number, I provide a hands-on service. When I say hands-on that is not always strictly true, it could well be cane or tawse on. It is a discreet service, I guess most of my clients do not even use their real names but create a sort of persona for themselves. I enjoy it and I do believe my clients enjoy it. We are all consenting adults.
I have never advertised for clients but through word of mouth and various postings I have made I have built up a list of people for whom I believe I deliver a valuable service. Whilst at the same time hopefully bringing in a human and fun side to what is, after all, an unusual relationship.
You may think the service is the same for each client, but you would be wrong, very wrong in fact. For everyone, their needs and wants are vastly different and diverse.
For each client I have a list of likes, dislikes and I list recent encounters. For instance, what words turn a person on and which turn a person off. What are their favourite scenarios? For some, it is dressing as a schoolgirl and remembering those times, for others that would not work at all and they find something else to their tastes. Everyone may have an interest in corporal punishment but what that means is a very individual matter. I just try to understand and if possible, meet the client’s needs. For me, heavy BDSM does not work, and I am not interested at all although I understand it works for many people.
What I would like to do is describe a recent meeting with one of my favourite clients, indeed the one who sent me the e-mail informing me her bottom needed a good warming. Of course, I have changed the names to protect the not so innocent.
Jane Price has been a long-term client. She has visited me several times over the past couple of years. I would say she is in her mid to late forties and keeps herself fit. She has a good figure, a pretty face, and a very engaging personality. Before each visit, we exchange a few e-mails to set up the session, although we do like to leave a surprise or two for each other.
Jane arrived on Saturday afternoon as expected. She was conservatively dressed and upon arrival, we shared a coffee and had a bit of a catch-up. After twenty minutes she said she would go and get ready and would knock on my office door shortly. I entered my office and sat down to wait; it was a very pleasant wait looking forward to punishing one of my favourite clients. Jane does take her punishments well and seems to enjoy the roleplay involved.
Eventually, there was a knock on the door. Jane entered dressed as a high-powered businesswoman. Skirt, jacket, white blouse, nylons, and high heels. She approached my desk to announce.
“My boss has sent me for punishment, sir.”
“What have you done to deserve this punishment.”
“I was very rude to a major customer.”
“I see and what punishment does your boss wish to see dispensed?”
“He wants me to have a spanking.”
“Anything else or just a spanking?”
“He wants me spanked he said particularly on my thighs and he also wants me caned.”
“You have been very bad, so a spanking on your thighs and a caning, how many strokes?”
“At least twelve and if I do not behave well during the caning, I should have extras.”
“What does ‘behave during your caning’ mean?”
“He said I have to stay still, relax my bottom, not reach back to protect my bottom, and push my bottom out for the cane at all times.”
“That is very good advice to get the very best lesson from your punishment, anything else?”
“He is going to inspect my bottom later to decide if I have been punished enough.”
“So, we had better do it properly the first time. If you would like to remove your skirt and place it on the sofa, for now, please keep your panties on. Then we shall begin.”
I stood and walked to my old bureaux where I kept my punishment instruments. I collected my wooden backed clothes brush and returned to my seat.
Jane was just bending to remove her skirt. She presented her generous bottom to me, it was covered in sensible white cotton panties, as I had expected she was also wearing black stockings and suspender belt. She looked extremely attractive. She stood semi-naked from the waist down in front of the desk.
“You do not need the brush; the boss did not mention that.”
“I think it might be for the best, after all, if you have to pass an inspection you would not want to find yourself back here tomorrow, would you?”
“But that looks like it would sting.”
“Yes well, that is the general idea. Your bottom and of course your thighs will remember the experience for a long time and hopefully, you will remember the next time as well you think about being rude to a client.”
“If you say so. I do think you are very mean.”
“Mean I maybe but I am in charge and you need to get across my knee. Let’s get this unpleasant task over with. Well unpleasant for you, I will quite enjoy making you into a contrite girl.”
Jane came round the desk and slowly lowered herself over my lap, she wriggled a couple of times to get herself comfortable and then pushed her bottom up. Looking down what a lovely sight to behold a beautiful mature lady’s bottom awaiting her punishment.
“We will start with a spanking over your knickers to warm you up. Then I will ask you to remove your knickers and then the punishment can begin in earnest. Remember you only have yourself to blame.”
I lifted my hand and delivered the first crisp smack to the centre of Jane’s left buttock. This was met with a little cry of “ouch,” from Jane. No matter how hard you try you can never fully prepare for the first smack or stroke of the cane.
I alternated the next smacks between two perfect buttocks, Jane was starting to vocally react to her spanking. I then concentrated on the flesh just at the edge of her knickers and enjoyed seeing the contrast between the pink spanked skin and the white panties. The spanking continued for ten minutes or so before I decided it was time to move to the next stage.
“Right, Jane, it is time to remove your panties so the punishment can really begin.”
“I think it has started,” came the indignant reply.
“Up you get and let us get those panties off.”
Jane levered herself upright and standing in front of the sofa with her back to me she slowly removed her panties. I do think she was enjoying making a bit of a performance. With her knickers in her left hand, she bent over showing me her bottom, and said. “Look at what you have done to my poor behind.”
“I think you will find that your behaviour has caused this situation, and it will look a lot redder by the time we have finished. Are you ready to get back over my knee?”
With a sulky look, she complied with my request, and again I looked down to see her perfect bottom, nicely pink and awaiting my further attention. I started slowly again alternating between her left and right buttock. She was starting to wiggle nicely on my lap. It is a wonderful feeling having a mature lady who is being spanked wiggling, it is so very erotic.
I then asked, “Right, your boss wanted the tops of your thighs punished. Could you please open your legs so I can smack your inner thighs?”
“But Sir, you will see everything,” protested Jane, not too strongly I must say, she turned her head and gave me a slight smile at this point.
“Now Jane let’s have none of your nonsense.”
She adjusted herself so she could open her thighs allowing me a much greater choice of spanking targets. She also did indeed show me the lovely sight of her charms and what a sight, I could not help but notice that she was in an aroused state. I started smacking her thighs just above her stocking tops. This got an immediate and vocal reaction. The reaction increased further when I spanked her inner thighs just below her pussy.
“Is this the type of punishment your boss was expecting you to receive?”
“I think this is exactly what he had in mind, sir”
“The hairbrush to finish the starters before the main course I think.”
I picked up the brush from the desk and tapped the centre of her bottom. “Six on each side should do the trick.”
I brought the brush down. It does make a lovely noise when it connects to a bare bottom, Jane added to the noise with an “ouch”.
I delivered five strokes on each buttock and one on each thigh before I was done. Jane wriggled her legs and shook her bottom throughout. In the end, her backside was a very pretty uniform red colour. Nicely warmed up for the cane to come.
“Let us have you in the corner for five minutes, to think about the caning to follow.”
Jane walked to the corner and stood facing the wall. I enjoyed the view. “Hands on the head,” I instructed.
What a lovely sight. A mature woman facing the wall thoroughly spanked bottom on show, and what was more a good caning to follow.
After five minutes I asked, “What cane shall we use today? The junior one, the standard, or the dragon?”
“Oh the junior one, I have already been punished severely.”
“I seem to remember the last time you were here you had the junior cane and yet you are back again.”
“I will learn my lesson this time, I promise.”
“You said that last time as well, it will have to be the standard cane, if you find yourself here again it will be the dragon cane.”
“You are a big meanie.”
I had picked up my cane, “I am a big meanie holding a cane. Now, what did your boss say he wanted you to do?”
“He said I have to stay still and relax my bottom”
“Anything else?”
“Not reach back to protect myself and push my bottom out for the cane at all times.”
“That is particularly good advice and if you fail extras will be awarded. Do you remember where extras are delivered?”
“On my thighs, sir”
“Correct, extras are to be avoided.”
“I will try.”
“Right let us get you bent over the desk. Your chest on the desk. Legs apart and bottom pushed out.”
Jane got into position and looked back at me and gave a little grin.
“You do look most fetching. Your boss is an incredibly lucky man to have such a good-looking woman working for him.”
“Well thank you, kind sir.”
“Not so kind, prepare for your first stroke. Remember a nice, relaxed bottom.”
I swished the cane a couple of times, which does not help if you are trying to relax your bottom. Anyone who has ever been caned knows the delicious feeling of fear, anticipation, and dread waiting for the first stroke of a caning. Your bottom, especially if naked, feels so very vulnerable and exposed. There is no feeling like it. I had no intention of really hurting Jane; the caning was in roleplay and she had come to me for an experience. The experience she was looking for was of having had a punishment and having had to submit herself briefly, to someone else. The cane would leave a mark but by this evening the marks would have faded. We had agreed before, if Jane said during her punishment she had been a bad girl that meant I could cane her harder, if she said she had been a good girl I would not cane so hard.
“Keep still, hands remain on the desk.”
I tapped the cane in the middle of her bottom, she tensed her buttocks briefly. I waited until she had relaxed and drew back the cane and delivered the first stroke. Jane lifted one foot and stamped it down again. She let out a moan of protest and blew out a long breath.
“One, very well taken,” I announced.
The second and third strokes were delivered similarly. Jane’s bottom had three stripes starting in the middle of her buttocks and marching down towards her thighs.
I tapped the underside of her buttocks close to where they meet her thighs. Jane knew where the next stroke was going to land. She tensed her bottom in anticipation.
“Jane I have told you to relax your bottom, otherwise you will not feel the full benefit of the caning.”
“That is easy to say when it is not your arse being beaten with a stick,” retorted Jane.
“That is one stroke, extra,” I informed her. I tapped her bottom again and delivered the stroke as planned. It got a loud reaction from Jane. She waved her bottom around in a most appealing manner. “That is a second extra.”
“Oh sir, I am very sorry.”
After six strokes I said, “Remain in position, I will give you a short break.”
I stepped back from Jane thus giving myself the wonderful view of Jane stretched across my desk legs apart, her pink rear crossed with six stripes and just a glimpse of her beautiful charms slightly hidden from view. There is no sight better.
Jane looked around. “Enjoying the view, sir?” she said with a smile.
“Yes, you look wonderful.” I meant every word. “Well, we had better finish the job off.”
The second half of her caning was accompanied by much oohing, ouching, foot-stamping, and wriggling. I decided two extra strokes were enough. Jane had twelve neat stripes across her generous bottom.
“Time for extras. Let’s get those legs together. I will deliver one stroke from each side.”
Jane complied with my wishes and I stood to her left side and lined up my cane on the top of her thighs and delivered her stroke. She reacted with a loud, “Ouch.”
I repeated the process from her right side. “We have completed your punishment. How do you feel?”
“Like a very naughty girl who has been properly punished. I have a very sore bottom.”
“As I keep saying you only have yourself to blame.” Which in a way was very true.
Standing back I saw the picture of a perfectly disciplined bottom. I longed to be able to comfort Jane and run my hands over her buttocks but that is not what we had agreed so, being the gentleman I am, I resisted.
“Right Jane, I will leave you to get yourself together and I will see you downstairs when you are ready.”
I retired to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I heard Jane go into the spare room upstairs. She came down some twenty minutes later. I can only speculate what took her so long. After coffee Jane prepared to leave. Just before she went, she said. “Thank you for today it was very exciting but maybe next time it will be my cane and your bottom, I have heard some rumours about your poor performance at work.”
With that, she gave me a peck on the cheek and took her leave.
What she said gave me some very exciting thoughts if I am honest.
The End.
