Part Two of a spanking story based on a real domestic discipline and corporal punishment role plays I do with some of my clients. The basic premise of the script is their idea. They choose to play the errant husband who wants to be punished by their sister-in-law for taking their wife for granted…. Or very similar variations on the same theme… Contains adult themes, over-the-knee (OTK) bare bottom hand spanking, caning, corner time, behavior correction, humiliation, coercion, sexism and forced cross-dressing.
‘Bend over and place your palms flat in front of you Paul,‘ I said pointing to the solidly constructed wooden table.
He appeared to steal himself for what he knew was coming next but to his credit his did not protest. Perhaps he thought it best to get it over with. He laid himself over the table, red spanked bottom poking out from under his business shirt and splayed his fingers out in front of him.
I rummaged around in the draw for a moment watching with amusement as Paul’s head cocked to the side trying to work out what I was doing. He didn’t dare turn around to look.
Eventually I found what I was looking for and hummed to myself as I walked slowly up behind him, black heels clicking ominously on the tiles. I bent down close so he could feel the warmth of my breath against his ear as I quietly but firmly explained what was going to happen next.
‘See these marbles?’ I asked holding two large, multi-coloured class orbs in front of his face.
‘Yes Ma’am,‘ He quickly corrected himself.
‘That’s better. I am going to place these on the backs of your fingers,’ I said following through as I spoke, ‘They need to stay there without rolling off while you receive your discipline. Each time they roll off we will add another cane stroke to your set. You currently have two sets of 6 to get through. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Ma’am‘ he said dismayed.
I stood back up and slowly walked around the table and picked up the junior cane. “We will start with the lighter of the two since this is your first time”, I said bending the flexible rattan for dramatic effect.
I walked back out of his line of sight, each step deliberate and pronounced in the kitchen acoustics.
‘This is going to hurt. A lot. You are going to take it like a man because you know you deserve it and you want your wife back. This is your penance,’ I stated with no room for argument. ‘How well you do will have a direct effect on what I choose to tell Clara and you know my influence with her is strong’.
I paused to let that sink in.
‘Between each stroke you will breath all the way out and then when you have gained your composure, you will count the stroke and thank me for taking the time to correct your behavior. You will say, “One thank you Ma’am, Two thank you Ma’am” and so forth. Is that clear?
‘Yes Ma’am’, replied Paul with no hesitation this time.
‘Good because if you lose count or forget to thank me, we will begin that set again’.
Paul shifted his weight slightly but did not comment.
I lifted Paul’s shirt out of the way and folded it neatly back exposing him fully. His bare bottom was swollen and red but as yet unmarked in any way that would last more than a few hours. It was time to correct this.
‘We tend to remember the lessons that are seared into our flesh Paul”, I said finding my stance and getting the measure of my swing. I tapped the cane lightly across both cheeks.
Then taking my time, I drew back and sliced through the air with a perfectly placed stroke. vivid red welt blossoming across his bottom.
Paul’s sharp intake of breath made it clear he felt it. Every inch of it. He let his breath out hard and adjusted himself slightly but the marbles stayed balanced on the back of his hands.
“One thank you Ma’am,” he said with stiff control that clearly took an effort.
I tapped to take aim again and then whoosh, the cane whipped through the air and landed half an inch below the first welt.
“Phewwww,” he breathed but did not falter. “Two thank you Ma’am”.
A third, then a fourth stroke biting into his skin and the already tender flesh beneath. I could see him wincing and clenching his jaw but his hands remained perfectly still.
I laid out two more strokes with artistic precision. ‘Five thank you Ma’am’ then ‘Six thank you Ma’am’, he managed to make it through the first round.
‘Good boy Paul. I can see I am starting to get through to you. Now tell me about what you have thought about. How are you going to be proactive in making changes dramatic enough to make you worthy of my sister?’
He cleared his throat and offered, ‘I will definitely help more around the house’.
‘Help you say? To say you are helping implies that housework is your wife’s responsibility and you are assisting her in her duties. That isn’t good enough. I need you to understand that housework is as much your responsibility as it is hers. Do you understand?’
‘Right yes, of course, you are right,’ he said hurriedly, realising his mistake too late.
I walked around the table and placed the junior cane down only to replace it with the senior cane. Let’s mark this new resolution into your flesh with this, the most painful punishment you have received yet,’ I said, completely devoid of emotion. ‘Time you will thank me exactly as before after each stroke but you will also ask for another stroke to show me you are serious about mending your ways.
I found my stance and practiced my aim again while reminding Paul, ‘This stroke is to remind you that until I say otherwise, it is in fact now your duty to ensure the housework is done. This is to make up for all the years you have taken Clara for granted, you will now take the role she used to take and if you are lucky she may “help” you every now and then. Just like you used to “help” her.’
Without waiting for him to agree I pulled back my arm and laid a hard fast stroke right across his bottom. This time, he couldn’t keep silent. A jagged moan involuntarily escaped his lips and the marbles wobbled dangerously on the backs of his fingers.
It took him several moments before he gathered himself enough to say, ‘One thank you Ma’am, may I please have another?’
I smiled to myself. Now my methods were really starting to take effect. ‘Good. Let’s see what else you have learned. What else are you going to do to change your behavior? Make it good.‘
‘Er… I will be more grateful, especially for Clara’s cooking’.
‘Yes you will, and in order to really value the effort put into cooking, you will now cook as often as you expected Clara to for the foreseeable future. You will even make a special effort to learn great recipes for her favorite dishes and slave away for hours to lay on three course meals for her and her friends to help her socially network. You can do this on top of your full time job just like Clara used to do for you. Do you understand?’.
‘Yes Ma’am!‘ he replied unwilling to argue.
‘I will visit unannounced to spot check you cooking is up to scratch’.
The cane whistled through the air and sliced into his bottom with vicious precision. His body shuddered under the impact and he eventually whimpered, ‘Two thank you Ma’am! may I please have another?’
‘Good. Now what else have you learned?’
‘That I mustn’t demand intimate relations‘ he replied.
‘Correct. After working all day in an office, coming home and doing the cooking and the housework while you rested with your feet up, the last thing a wife wants is intimate relations. As part of making yourself worthy of Clara you will be signing up to learn the art of female arousal from a practitioner of the erotic arts and you will attend tantra classes together so you can learn how to truly pleasure a woman. Not just pleasure, but connect to her, because funnily enough, it is not just about you. May this cane stroke imprint that deeply on your flesh, ‘ I said as I took aim and delivered my hardest stroke yet.
Paul squirmed and let out a cry. There was a rolling sound and a loud clunk as both marbles fell off his fingers, rolled across the table and skitted onto the tiles with an echoing clatter. Instead of staying firmly on the table as requested, both his hands were now rubbing his bottom furiously.
‘Forgotten your instructions already I see,‘ I said calmly, hiding my amusement, ‘Both marbles on the floor! Looks like we will have to add two cane strokes to your total for this set, bringing it up to 8. Six is the traditional number of course. Just be grateful I am only adding two strokes and not adding two extra sets of six to keep things neat and tidy’.
Paul groaned. ‘I can’t!’ he said.
‘Well you can stop at any point of course I reminded him, ‘but it would be a shame since you have come so far. Five more strokes and you will be finished and my sister will consider taking you back.‘
There was silence as he considered this.
‘‘Pick up the marbles Paul,‘ I said with deathly calm.
He looked at me with concern in his eyes but immediately dropped to his knees to search for the glass spheres. I just watched and waited, arms folded.
Eventually he found them and presented them to me.
This time he bent over the table without being asked. I replaced the marbles on the backs of his fingers, leaning in close, brushing against him.
‘What else have you learned Paul?’
He was straining to come up with anything now. His distress was a playing across the theatre of his face.
‘May I suggest that perhaps this cane stroke could remind you not be so consumed with yourself and your work but also make Clara a priority in your life?’
‘Yes, yes of course!‘ he agreed, relieved to be given a clue. ‘I will pay her much more attention and listen to her feelings and all that,‘ he said guessing at what was required of him.
‘Something like that,‘ I replied amused. ‘You will no longer only think about how Clara plays the support role to your dreams and passions but will actively play the support role to hers. That means attending her work functions and listening to the things that are important to her. It also means arranging to take Clara out to the kinds of entertainment she enjoys. You will be the perfect opera date for her without a hint that you are bored or disinterested. Is that clear?’
‘Yes Ma’am,‘ he gulped.
I took aim and delivered the next two strokes in quick succession, cruelly on the same spot. This was a new level of pain for Paul and he reeled but did not slump for shear terror at the prospect of losing the marbles and having more strokes added to his sentence.
“Four and five thank you Ma’am! May I please have another?’
‘Good I thought to myself. He really must care for my sister after all to endure this to be given a chance to get back together with her. At his core he wasn’t a bad man. He was just spoilt. Luckily for him there is a cure for spoilt.
‘Repeat after me Paul, “Clara deserves to be treated like the Goddess she is!”
Without hesitation he repeated my words back to me and judging by the tremble in his voice, he actually meant it.
‘Good man,’ I said rewarding him by no longer calling him a ‘boy’ in acknowledgement he was now beginning to behave like an adult.
The last three strokes were no less severe but I no longer tormented him with penance. I delivered smarting blow one after the other giving him just enough time to gasp and thank me. Six, seven and finally with a solid crack eight.
He let out sob before he could gather himself. I nodded to myself in satisfaction. I had made an impression. Paul’s re-wiring was under way.
I removed marbles from hands and he sat down with a thump only to spring straight back up again when he realised how sore his bottom was. He attempted to hide the fact that there were tears in his eyes, and discretely blew his nose into a tissue. I didn’t say a word until he finished and stood uncertainly waiting to be instructed.
‘Paul, I am going to call Clara and have her pick you up. In the meantime I want to you to put your trousers back on and stand in corner and wait for her to arrive. I suggest you use that time to think up the very best apology you can muster’.
He looked miserable but bent down to retrieve his underwear obediently.
‘No not those underwear Paul,‘ I said confiscating his cotton briefs, ‘These ones’. I held up a pair of pink lacy panties. You will wear nothing but lady’s knickers until you learn to respect femininity. You will wear them to work under your expensive suits and you will wear them at home as you do the housework. They will serve as a reminder to self-correct your behavior as out go about your business.’
Paul’s eyes widened in disbelief at this indignity. He stood there for a moment then reached over and picked up the lingerie I offered him fir thumb and forefinger as though they would burn him. His face burned with embarrassment and his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth but he dared not utter a protest. He slowly bent down and slipped the offending hot pink panties on, pulling them up over his smarting bottom, dressed himself agin in his neat pinstripe trousers and belt and placed himself in the corner.
The image of him standing there, nose to the wall, waiting patiently was the image of an entirely new Paul. His re-programming was well under way.
A week later I spoke to Clara on the phone. ‘How are things going with Paul?‘ I asked.
‘Amazing! gushed Clara. ‘I don’t know what you did to him but it has been all flowers, attentiveness ever since he came back from your place. He cooks *and* does the dishes! There have been a few small slip ups where he drifted back into his habitual ways but all I had to do was mention that perhaps he needed some more sister-in-law therapy and he pulled himself into line quick smart! Just goes to show that your unconventional methods really work.’
About the Author: Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based professional disciplinarian pasionate about all things spanking, domestic discipline and corporal punishment. She is a true switch and plays the role of both Spanker and Spankee. She specialises in traditional domestic scenes, from the playful to the intense including behavior correction, role play and ecstatic spanking sessions. See more here…