A mature man who enjoys all aspects of sexual control and discipline. You will see from mild and romantic to dark and intense, depending on my mood that day. As a Counselor, i hear about every form of sexual control, punishment and denial - regardless of gender or taboo. There are forms of sexual control, dominance and submission everywhere in life. The home, the neighborhood and the workplace. Feel free to ask questions, send in your experience, let me know if you would like to see your experience in a post. Explore the desires in your mind - the things you would only share with your Counselor. The only rule for the blog is no judgement. If there is something you don't like, don't reblog it. If you don't like the blog, don't follow it. It really is that simple. This blog is NSFW - 18 and older only. I will not hesitate to block anyone whose info states otherwise, or if your blog has no content. I work to source all pictures. If something is yours and you wish to have it removed, just send a note and I will be happy to remove.
At times, as an Elder in the church, i am called upon to handle disciplinary situations when childish behavior occurs.
Two women were overheard gossiping, and talking badly about several church members. This type of behavior is not becoming, for mature women.
To add to it, both of them said these comments around young children - so, after i pulled them in to the church rec room, for a discussion, and to inform them that after a chat with the Pastor, the belief was on the spot punishment.
At times, having to watch another persons punishment, knowing you are next, and that the one you watched will be observing your punishment, the exposure and shared pain makes the discipline a bit more personal, and hopefully a better lesson learned.
This hopefully will be a final step.. but both were warned if this type of behavior is seen again, there would be a more formal punishment session, much longer, and with something more severe than a hand spanking.
Have you ever been punished in front of another? Or watched someone being punished?
While dating for over a year, Emily and I decided to break up.
About 2 months ago, out of the blue, I got a call.
It was a guy named Glen, and he told me he was dating Emily, and could we talk.
Absolutely I said..
He hemmed and hawed a bit, but finally tried to ask if Emily was ever, um, not nice.
I laughed and said, “oh, you mean a bratty bitch?”
Glen relaxed and told me that indeed, that was what he meant.
Then he asked, “How did you handle that?”
I told him simply, “I took her over my lap, or over a table, and used a hand, hairbrush, paddle, leather belt or anything else i found nearby, to help refocus her attitude”
There was silence, and then finally Glen said, “I don’t think i could do that”
Typical, I thought - keeping my opinion to myself.
I told Glen, “She is a hell of a girl, but needs a strong guy and a firm hand”. I also knew she was part alpha and needed ultimately to date a guy she could dominate, and that wasn’t me.. She had sub-tendancies, but not as a normal day to day person.
Glen asked, “What should I do?”
I told Glen, “Send her over to my office. I will take care of what needs to be done”
“Um, Won’t that be a bit odd that you and she are alone for that?” Glen asked?
I told Glen, “You are welcome to come with her Glen, or she can have you on the phone. All good.. She is happy with you I am sure, so i am just offering you my help. If you want, send her over Thursday at 5″
At 5:00 PM on Thursday, Emily showed up. Looking good, and the tell tale bitchy smirk look on her face.
She told me, “I can’t believe Glenn called you, and that he said I should come visit”
I smiled and said, “Well, I guess he found out i was the one who could tame the “Bitch” at times”
Emily laughed and came in to the office. The staff was heading home.
Emily saw a hair brush and leather strap on the desk and blushed. She remembered them well.
Then, without further ado, i told her her go over the desk, and after handing her a pillow, i told her to call Glen.
The rest went smoothly - I began with my hand, over the skirt, then over the panties - making her tell Glen her skirt was being lifted. He needed to know it would be a real spanking, not some over the clothes crap.
All during the session - I made her tell Glen what was happening and making her apologize. If was fun starting out easy, and having her think it was fun, but as the swats and pressure increased, she knew it was punishment.
Glen was not in tune enough to know that half of Emily’s moans were pain, and half were from growing arousal.
When it started to get to the point where she needed her panties off, and when i was going to use the leather strap, i told her to tell Glen that she would be different when she got home in about an hour.
After she hung up, i told her to undress, and as she went back over the dress, i reminded her what the leather strap was meant to do.
Tears, apologies and a re-focused and better attitude later, I had accomplished what Glen wanted.. A re-balanced woman.
As i was putting away the belt, Emily came over and hugged me. She still felt and smelled great.
Then she went down to her knees and started to undo my pants. Taking me in to her mouth she smirked and said, “Isn’t this where I am supposed to thank the man who cares enough to discipline me?“
Feeling the warmth of her mouth after all this time I nodded and said, “I am glad a naughty girl, when punished and becomes a good girl again, remembers”
Taking her mouth off me for a moment, she said, “I trust that this part of the future sessions won’t have to be shared with Glen”
As she took me expertly in her mouth again, with all the skill she had ever shown, iI told myself, “No, Glen doesn’t need to know that the one who disciplines gets thanked properly”
**Who would love to have a disciplinarian to visit on a regular basis?”
**As a Counselor - I have people at times tell me that the posts I make, cannot possibly be about real events. I work to explain that while names and some details may change - to protect - in essence, many of my posts discuss real events that explore forms of sexual dominance, submission - in every day life.. as is the theme of my blog.
I state - truth, life, what happens in our neighborhoods is in many ways stranger than fiction. I have people share their background, as reading posts has helped them to feel their story, their life, their manifested desires - are not a form of guilt any more.
Now, in the headlines today, we read about an actress, Allison Mack - (”Smallville”) is alleged to be one of the top people in a cult - a group in which she led a sorority of women - who had to pledge to find other female slaves, or be punished themselves - asking to be branded as part of the group. See the two articles provided (with sources at the end of each - and let me know your thoughts.. Is truth / life - stranger than fiction?
**And tell me - after reading the articles - looking in the eyes of Allison Mack - can you see her as the head of Sorority? Instituting and delivering Punishment to other women?
Here is the link to the more sanitized USA today article - below are two other articles in full: https://www.usatoday.com/story/life/people/2018/04/20/smallville-actress-allison-mack-charged-sex-trafficking-role-nxivm-cult/537531002/
How ‘Smallville’ Actress Allison Mack Became a Women-Branding Cult Leader
A former Hollywood actress, Mack rose up the ranks of the cult Nxivm—whose founder, Keith Raniere, was recently arrested in Mexico—to second in command.
by - Author Amy Zimmerman (pictured below)
The difficult-to-pronounce word on everybody’s lips this week is Nxivm, the self-help “company” that former members have deemed a cult.
Nxivm (pronounced “Nexium”) is currently in the press because its leader Keith Raniere was arrested in Mexico on Sunday. Subsequently, he’s been charged with sex-trafficking and conspiracy to commit forced labor. FBI official William Sweeney detailed on Monday that, “As alleged, Keith Raniere displayed a disgusting abuse of power in his efforts to denigrate and manipulate women he considered his sex slaves.”
Sweeney continued, “He allegedly participated in horrifying acts of branding and burning them, with the co-operation of other women operating within this unorthodox pyramid scheme. These serious crimes against humanity are not only shocking, but disconcerting to say the least, and we are putting an end to this torture today.”
Unlike other, less glamorous cults, Nxivm has always flirted with celebrity. A 2010 Vanity Fair piece alleged that Raniere went out of his way to court wealthy and influential followers. That article, “The Heiresses and the Cult,” told the story of Seagrams heiresses Sara and Clare Bronfman, who quickly rose through the Nxivm ranks, helping to organize high profile events like the Dalai Lama’s visit to Albany in 2009.
Vanity Fair reported that the Bronfman sisters’ relationship with Raniere lead to a “massive gutting” of their trust funds “to help finance nxivm and the alleged investment schemes of its leader.” The article continued, “According to legal filings and public documents, in the last six years as much as $150 million was taken out of the Bronfmans’ trusts and bank accounts, including $66 million allegedly used to cover Raniere’s failed bets in the commodities market, $30 million to buy real estate in Los Angeles and around Albany, $11 million for a 22-seat, two-engine Canadair CL-600 jet, and millions more to support a barrage of lawsuits across the country against nxivm’s enemies.”
“Slaves must immediately answer their masters any time they text or call them, and if they do not recruit enough slaves of their own, they are beaten with a paddle on their buttocks.”
In 2017, The New York Times published a shocking report, substantiated by the testimonies of former members. One woman, Sarah Edmondson, claimed to have been branded during a Nxivm ritual. The Times reported that, “Each woman was told to undress and lie on a massage table, while three others restrained her legs and shoulders. According to one of them, their ‘master,’ a top Nxivm official named Lauren Salzman, instructed them to say: ‘Master, please brand me, it would be an honor.’”
“A female doctor proceeded to use a cauterizing device to sear a two-inch-square symbol below each woman’s hip, a procedure that took 20 to 30 minutes,” the article continued, “For hours, muffled screams and the smell of burning tissue filled the room.”
A text message Raniere allegedly sent to a female follower that was obtained by The New York Times acknowledged both the branding and its unique design, reading, “Not initially intended as my initials but they rearranged it slightly for tribute.” The ‘KR’ initials also, when inverted, spell the initials ‘AM.’
The New York Times also reported that the state police investigator “told Ms. Edmondson and two other women that officials would not pursue their criminal complaint against Nxivm because their actions had been consensual.”
Dynasty star Catherine Oxenberg spoke with the Times as well—her daughter, India, had reportedly also been initiated into the top-secret “sorority.”
Before fleeing the country, Raniere wrote a letter in response to the Times’ expose, describing the sorority’s members as “thriving, health, happy” and “better off,” insisting that they “haven't been coerced.”
Catherine Oxenberg isn’t the only minor celebrity to make an appearance in Raniere’s tangled web.
Smallville fans were shocked to learn that Allison Mack, the Teen Choice Award-winning actress who played Chloe Sullivan on the CW series, is allegedly a “key recruiter” at Nxivm.
Frank Parlato is a businessman who was accused by the Bronfman sisters of defrauding them in 2011. He’s gone on to publish information about Nxivm on his blog, The Frank Report, often citing anonymous ex-followers.
According to Parlato,
Mack helped form the secret sorority, otherwise known as DOS (Dominos Obsequious Sororium, which means Master Over the Slave Women), envisioning:
“a united group of women branded in the name of Mr. Raniere and Miss Mack—which will be a force for good, and a female force against evil.”
According to a 2017 Daily Mail article, “DOS operates as a master-slave hierarchy, with Raniere at the top and Mack as his immediate subordinate…Women in the group are allegedly kept on a 500- to 800-calorie a day diet because Raniere likes thin women and believes fat ‘interferes’ with his energy levels, Parlato claims. Slaves must immediately answer their masters any time they text or call them, and if they do not recruit enough slaves of their own, they are beaten with a paddle on their buttocks.”
The Frank Report alleged that Mack herself introduced corporal punishment into the sorority.
In that 2017 blog post, Parlato claimed that Mack had also taken over Jness, a Nxivm women’s group, writing, “Both women’s groups, Jness and DOS are based on the teachings of Mr. Raniere. Both require members to keep the teachings secret. Jness is open to females who want to take entry level self improvement courses on female empowerment. A beginner is not told about the higher level teachings until she proves qualified…Since Miss Mack has assumed control of both organizations, Jness is evolving into a training ground and recruitment camp for women who may qualify for the teachings of DOS. The ‘cream’ of Jness women are invited to join DOS, and the ‘cream’ of DOS women are invited to join Mr. Raniere’s harem [subject to his approval].”
According to the BBC, The FBI’s criminal complaint similarly claims that, “Once recruited as ‘slaves,’ women were allegedly expected to perform menial chores for ‘masters’ and have sex with Mr. Raniere, who was known as ‘The Vanguard.’”
“Raniere has maintained a rotating group of fifteen to twenty women with whom he maintains sexual relationships,” the FBI further stated in its complaint. “These women are not permitted to have sexual relationships with anyone but Raniere or to discuss with others their relationship with Raniere. Some of the Nxivm curriculum included teachings about the need for men to have multiple sexual partners and the need for women to be monogamous.”
Mack, who has acted sparingly since Smallville, praises Raniere on her blog. In the bio section, she writes, “Over the course of several years, Mr. Raniere mentored Allison in her study of acting and music. As such, she has developed a deep connection to the nature of humanity as it relates to acting as an art form, and a tool for personal evolution.” The blog continues, “In 2013, Mr. Raniere worked with Allison and a small group of equally skilled and dedicated professionals to develop a curriculum that is currently taught through a private arts academy, The Source. There Allison serves as president and is one of its top trainers.”
Frank Parlato told The Sun that Mack is one of the women who can be seen panicking over Raniere in a leaked video clip of his arrest. According to prosecutors, the women that were reportedly living with Raniere in Mexico “chased the car in which the defendant was being transported in their own car at high speed.”
Nxivm’s official website currently reads, “In response to the allegations against our founder, Keith Raniere, we are currently working with the authorities to demonstrate his innocence and true character.”
A fascinating story has hit the headlines today – The beautiful Allison Mack, who appeared in Smallville, amongst other TV hits, has become the second in command of a cult based around Keith Raniere.
The allegations taken from the Frank Report, are that she is responsible for recruiting female cult followers to become slaves of Mr Raniere. The women are subjected to a regime involving starvation and sleep deprivation, but the most interesting aspect is that she is said to have introduced corporal punishment, in the form of paddlings on the bare bottoms of slaves who do not conform to the cult’s rules. The spankings are administered by women on women, and are said to be ‘brisk and painful’. Strange world!
Taken from: https://frankreport.com/2017/06/11/part-9-branded-slaves-and-master-raniere-allison-mack-replaces-the-late-pam-cafritz-at-top-of-the-harem/
*Actress Allison Mack – who was the third lead in the TV show Smallville – has assumed the top position in the harem of Keith Raniere. She has surpassed several long time harem members and assumed the role of the late Pamela Cafritz.
Miss Mack reformed the model Miss Cafritz employed and enhanced it, creating an organized system where women obey her daily instructions.
Her structure is based on a 6-6-6- model. She has six slaves who in turn are required to get six slaves and each of these six are required to get six more slaves.
From there, the movement can spread infinitely. Miss Mack has also introduced corporal punishment as part of the disciplinary process. Failure to recruit slaves results in prescribed corporal punishment. To date this has been administered through a brisk and painful [but not permanently injurious] paddling on the naked buttocks of the offending slave.
This is a representation of the paddling punishment imposed on the women of DOS who fail to meet their quota of slave enrollment. The man with the paddle in this picture is not Mr. Raniere. Sources say that the paddling is administered by women on women.*
Counselor’s Notes: Lacy’s Young Neighbor finds her Journal
Lacy explained to me, the downside of a diary. The act of writing down your thoughts, your desires.
When the family moved in next door, she began noticing the older teen. Even though this young woman was the same age as her daughter, she was intoxicated by the fresh, sexy blond haired girl.
Not only did Lacy find her attractive, she found it intense to see her husband look upon her, to see him pause longer than would be appropriate - to see his eyes gaze up and down the young girls incredibly long legs, or when she came home from volleyball practice, how the teens bottom looked so amazing in the shorts.
Keeping her desires to herself - but writing them in her journal, she began write about the dark thoughts in her mind. It began with her seducing the young girl, tenderly undressing her, pleasing her. Then it turned to a side she never imagined.
As a Counselor and Disciplinarian - this is my favorite implement of choice. (Face View)
Wood handle but a wide piece of supple leather.
Thinner and stiff belts, that most men wear during the week are not good, as they have the ability to cut.
The goal - as seen here, is to start off, with the pants on - building a feeling of “It’s not that bad”.
Then you do the next set - just the panties, and very little protection, but still in their mind, doesn’t expose them. Notice the way to use the “sit spot” where the bottom cheek rounds nicely.
Then, and especially hard for the spankee if others are watching, the panties come down. You can add to the time by having pants and panties all the way off, and then instead of legs together, lean against of over something, and legs spread wide.
This is the perfect way to see for a form of Domestic discipline, as you can tell by body language and sounds, she has not reached her limit until just the end where the breathing becomes more ragged and she has to choke bag the whimper and crying out.
Is there any sound more lovely then the sound of a whimper and leather striking the bottom - or watching the face as the bottom becomes more tender..
**Whether Dominant or Submissive - what do you prefer to watch? The actual punishment? Or the face?
I was 18 when I got my first job at the local video store. Inexperienced but was a huge movie buff and really wanted the job. I was nervous about interviewing or even working, but it was time to stop having Daddy take care of me now that I was back at home from college unexpectedly. So I got my interview and to my surprise I was hired. What I wasn’t to happy about was that I would be working the closing shift, and because it wasn’t busy in the evening, I would have to be by myself. But hey, how hard could it be?
It took about a week for me to be trained and then it was, “you’re on your own now.” The store was off of a quiet road, the kind you see in scary movies, but my town was small and really never any crime, just some kids shoplifting every now and again. So nothing to really worry about. After my second week working there a man started coming in nightly. He would disappear into the curtained off room in the back. The room with all of the porn and fetish flicks. He would stay in there for quite some time before he came out with his selection. It was embarrassing for me to ring him in. The DVDs were always the kind with bondage and spanking. We actually had a pretty big selection of that too. I found it odd considering it is such a taboo subject.
There was something dark about this man, but that intrigued me and made me nervous. It also excited me and gave me little butterflies in my stomach, even made me a little damp in my panties. The thought of him watching these flicks made me even more intrigued. I had a little secret and that secret was my fascination with anything having to do with spanking. Daddy had whipped my butt from the age of 12 till I was almost 17. College would be my savior from that. But when I got caught cheating on an exam I was thrown out of school and lost my scholarship, Daddy was livid and you can imagine how badly he blistered my ass for it.
Now I attend a small community college and the rules are, as long as I live with Daddy, my butt is not spared the belt when I misbehave, disrespect, or get caught doing something that is unacceptable, it’s a trip to his study. What is ironic about this job was I started getting the belt when my best friend and I were in a video store and got caught attempting to steal. Daddy used his old fraternity paddle on me but took me shopping to pick out a belt, that belt would become frenemies with my backside for years to come.
I hated that brown belt, but my body betrayed me when I got a little older. The thought of getting a whipping gave me butterflies. Waiting over the desk, making me wet, hoping Daddy didn’t see that my pussy was glistening from intense arousal. And because no whipping was ever with panties on, bare from the waste down, it became a constant worry for me. It was always ½ hour after that I would have to stay over the desk while he sat in front of me. Not able to rub the sting and throbbing from my strapped skin.
The first time I masturbated was after one of my younger teen whippings, and it was just an amazing and intense climax for me. So although I was terrified when I knew a trip to his study was inevitable, my pussy would be rewarded afterwards. Nothing made me more wet then that belt. I have always felt weird because of it, but it is what it is.
Now working at this video store gives me time alone. Time to write when nobody is in the store. Time to fantasize, time to reflect. After a month or so of working and seeing this man every night he finally said something to me.
“You know, a pretty young lady like you shouldn’t be working alone at night, especially off of this quiet road.”
Being the shy type that I was I just smiled as I put his DVDs in a bag.
“It’s alright mister, this is a quiet town, I’m not worried.”
As he took the bag of DVD’s he grinned.
“Well you make sure to be careful, you never really know, always keep your guard up.”
He gave me a menacing look as he left the video store, leaving me to feel a little unsettled. I looked at the clock and it was just about closing time. So I closed up the register, put any returned DVD’s back on the shelves, and vacuumed. But forgot to lock the front door like I always do. And I was really horny for whatever reason. Maybe it was that man…Or maybe I just needed to get off. So now that everything was put away I went behind the curtain. Cock, tits, pussy, ass, dildos, butt plugs, whips, crops, ball gags, etc. were all over the covers of these movies. And because this was a closed off room there was a small flat screen with a DVD player. Well, this girl needed to play with her wet kitten.
Skimming over the DVD’s I found one that looked appealing. There was a belt with a red lipstick mark on it. The title. “The Leather Kiss.” Fuck yes, this is what I want to watch. I couldn’t get it in the DVD player fast enough. I also couldn’t get my jeans and panties down fast enough. The opening scene was of a college aged girl, bent over a desk, legs spread, and a man folding over a brown belt, walking in front of her, grabbing a handful of her hair, telling her to put on her red lipstick and kiss the belt. Wow that’s hot! I sat in the floor with my legs spread, licking my fingers before slowly circling my clit. What I was doing was so very wrong and would get me fired. The video was making me hotter and hotter. He started whipping her, the red stripes appearing almost instantly,
I rubbed and fingered myself like I street whore. But I didn’t want to cum yet, I wanted to watch more. So I slowed down the pace, only to watch him place the belt on her lower back, unzip his pants, and unleash his cock.
“You know what ‘cums’ next young lady don’t you?”
He grabbed a clock and set a timer for 30 minutes.
“Start sucking, but if you make me cum with that lovely mouth of yours before that timer goes off, I’m going to whip your slutty wet pussy with that belt. Do you think I don’t see how wet you get from a whipping?”
My mouth was wide open, I actually slapped my face to make sure I wasn’t dreaming up what I was watching and hearing. But I wasn’t. Now I was licking my lips as I watched her mouth wrap around the head of his manhood, sinking down to the base. Oh yeah, this is so hot! I began to really play with myself now. But then, in a split second, I had the living daylights scared out of me.
“My-my, is this what you do when you close every night little lady?”
I squealed and jumped to my feet. Scurrying to pull my panties and beans back up. Heart just about pounding out of my chest. It was that man, what the fuck?
“How…How did you get in here? We’re…We are closed, you have to leave.”
He came closer and caressed my cheek.
“Hmmm my lovely, I locked the door and turned off the open sign, you really shouldn’t be so careless forgetting to keep yourself safe.”
My eyes widened with fear and I went to scream when he put a ball gag on me.
“Hmmm, you can scream all you want my dear, nobody will hear you.”
My eyes were welling up with tears.
“Awe, don’t cry my little pet, I haven’t given you a reason to, not just yet anyway…Save those tears, you’re going to need them for being such a careless and naughty girl…”
To be continued…
(Kitten was / is the most amazing woman I have had the pleasure to meet. I hope she knows how much i think of her)
Examples of Dominance and Submission in the Neighborhood
With what I see as a Counselor, I think many would be surprised at how much, and in how many forms of control are found day to day.
As I begin to post more of these experiences that I find, I hope in someway people recognize examples of experiences they have, that they are not alone, or that others explore in ways that many of my readers desire or enjoy.
As in the Counselor’s office, there is no true right or wrong - it is finding peace in what your mind and body responds to in your day to day life.
Maryann began working at an earlier age. Living on a resort island, most of the jobs for teens were in the hotel or restaurant industry.
She interviewed with Miss Amanda, the owner of the most popular Bed and Breakfast on the island. She asked hard questions, demanded simple and tasteful attire, and expected her young employees to work hard and take care of her guests.
Miss Amanda offered Maryann a job, introducing her to the manager of her B and B, and explained that he handled all training, scheduling, and punishment.
Nervous to ask, but Maryann inquired what she meant by punishment. Thinking it was along the lines of “docked without pay” or “having her hours cut” - Maryann was a bit startled with Miss Amanda said “Punishment. Belt, Switch, Paddle, whatever was needed if someone broke the rules”
Not believing that this would happen in this day in age, and because this job paid more than the others on the island, she signed a work contract, not reading the fine details.
All went well for the first month. Maryann worked hard, and got praise from Miss Amanda and her manager, and she enjoyed the paychecks. She liked having money in the bank, in her pocket, and knew she made more than her friends who worked at the grocery store and local shops. Even some of the guests gave her a tip when they were happy with the service.
Over the first month, several times when customers were unhappy, or if she heard Miss Amanda unhappy with an employee for various reasons, they were told to go to the back of the building. Women of all ages were included. Being over 18 didn’t seem to matter. One woman, who was the mom of one of Maryann’s friends, tended to be sent to the back of the building at least once a week. Age did not seem to matter when it came to discipline.
One fateful day a customer was upset due to a mix-up in reservations, and began getting mad at Maryann. Before she knew it, she snapped back at the customer. In moments Miss Amanda was in front of her, and after apologizing to the customer, she ordered Maryann to the back of the building.
Informing Maryann, or more so, reminding her of the contract, that she would be punished for this lapse, and for insulting the customer, and to be by the back property wall at 3:00 pm for her punishment.
Nervously walking out - Maryann saw Miss Amanda, talking with her manager, and the customer that she snapped at - there was dread in her belly.
Telling Maryann that since this was her first infraction - that it would be an easier one, but that she would need to understand that she, and the customer she insulted would observe.
Miss Amanda decided upon a traditional punishment. Switching, as they were plentiful.
Too nervous to argue or debate, Maryann moved in to position as Miss Amanda bent her over in to position, pulled up her skirt, and after removing Maryann’s panties, told her to hold her dress up.
Trembling, she watched the manager take a knife, cut 5 switches, and while Maryann was exposed to all, trimmed the small branches and leaves from the switches.
At a first glance, the switches didn’t seem that large, so equating them to the size of a paddle, Maryann didn’t think they would hurt that much.
She was wrong.
As the punishment progressed, Maryann cried out in pain, apologizing to them all.
After it was all done, Miss Amanda came up to Maryann and felt her bottom. Telling Maryann she handled that well, and was proud of her. This would just be the first time Maryann was punished. At times, based on the infraction, it would be with more traditional implements, and at times inside, in the kitchen or main office, even completely undressed with others present. Good behavior was rewarded, bad behavior required punishment, and punishment at times included exposure and humiliation to make a point clear.
All of her punishments, watching others, others watching her as she was exposed to them. The small group that bonded together - due to the discipline.
Maryann now is in her 30′s - married, and struggling. Coming to me for insight and help, she finds it hard to focus and accomplish goals. She worked for Miss Amanda until she was 25, done with college and out on her own.
**Why do you think Maryann now struggles?
Do you feel there is a need for punishment at work at times?
She had expected him to be like all the other men -
The ones that took advantage of girls like her - and her past.
Once men found out about her scars - the ones inside, that had made her feel like she had no worth, they merely used the vessel and then went on their way.
Her past was the foundation - and each encounter was another brick that added to her walls. If all they wanted was her body - that was all they would have.
He was her Professor the spring semester. He taught English Literature. She struggled with Shakespeare - but loved his intensity. So many books and authors - it was a whole new world to her. He treated her with respect - but also pushed her when she struggled. She didn’t know how to describe it. He was commanding like the men she had been with before - but there was a comfort to it - she had no way to describe it, except it was different - safer.
After the last day of class - he asked of her summer plans. She dropped her head. Near tears she said she was out of money, and her parents had told her she was unwelcome due to their only surface understanding of her past.
He told her - he had room in his country house - and he had a small library there. He said it was up to her. He saw a spark in her desire for learning - and felt she was destined for much more than she had ever believed in her self.
He handed her an envelope - with a map, address and money.
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That Summer
It was the fateful summer when Melissa’s younger cousin April came to stay with them.
She knew the submissive city girl was the one she wanted, needed, desired.
After a few weeks of kissing, touching, teasing, Melissa told April she wanted to show her an old house near the back of their property.
Melissa’s mom watched her daughter lead her cousin down the path. She smiled, knowing both of them would come back as young women, both understanding more about themselves and their needs.
Melissa’s mom knew that Melissa had been peeking and watching now for over a year, when she had her submissive girlfriend over. Knowing Melissa watched when she was spanked, made to climax, made to please, trained to submit.
Melissa’s mom would give them a little while, before she quietly followed them down to the old house, to peer inside and to listen, to see how much Melissa had learned and grown.
**Did you experience this growing up? Can you see the intensity of learning to climax while being spanked?
**Can you see and feel how hypnotic it was as her climax built, the spanking became harder - the sensations peaked - until the crashing crescendo of both came together.
Counselor’s Notes: Emily Explains how she develops her Young Submissives’
I asked my friend Emily, how she knew? How did she develop the girls she was teaching, to be enjoyed throughout the school year?
Smiling, Emily began to tell me how she begins each class year at the private girls school where she has tenure as a History teacher.
She told me that she looks to find the girls who are shy, who don’t make eye contact usually, and who are not part of the popular girl group.
She told me that once she can develop a friendship between two of those girls, to help them support and help each other, it is a simple thing to bring them together over time, to explore each other sexually.
Then, Emily smiled, she gets to then enjoy them as their dominant and supportive and understanding mentor.
I was intrigued, so i sat back with my drink and asked, as any counselor would, “What was the catalyst to help two young girls begin to explore each other sexually?”
“Punishment” smirked Emily.
“Do tell” I said.
Emily explained that she would single out the shy submissive girls and pair them up for punishment at the end of the day.
Skirts up, panties down, bare bottom whipping. Tears, pleading - yet over time she finds a pair that while one is being punished, the other one peeks, to look, that finds interest in hearing her class mate crying out, while seeing the red lines appear.
Once she finds two girls that seem to be of the same type. She has several punishments with them together, for the first month. Each time when done, she tells them to help each other out, to go back to their rooms, that together they will be strong and will learn from this, and she recommends they help each other out with some good lotion, to ease the pain.
Later on, Emily said, she goes by the rooms to listen. Knowing, as she did when she was at school, and as the girls tell her later, they go back to the room, and then even though shy, they each take turns rubbing the cool lotion on each others punished bottom.
“it’s just a matter of time” Emily said. The pain of punishment, the closeness of undress young bodies, hands and lotion soothing, and then the hands move to find other ways to ease pain, to find pleasure..
Making sure several times a week the girls are in her room after school, bare bottom, whipped and crying, Emily said she begins to see arousal from each of them, as she knows their bodies and minds are thinking past her punishment, to the time in an hour or so where hands, lotions and eagerness awaits them.
Emily said she picks that time on a Friday afternoon, for a very hard punishment session for the two of them, and then sends them on their way.
Within an hour, Emily will head to the girls rooms, and without notice will walk in on them and shut the door.
She told me without fail, the girls are entwined with each other.
“My my girls” is how she begins. “I came up here, because i know the punishment was very severe, to help with the lotion and to make sure you both were ok”
Normally, they are nervous, embarrassed and worried they are in trouble, but Emily then tells them it is alright, as what happened to them, and what they are doing is natural, and it is what happened to her, many years ago when she was a student like they are now.
Soon, the shy girls are bidden to undress, and while Emily gazes upon their young bodies, she has each one of them over her lap, applying lotion, and then working her fingers in to one of the girls as the other watches.
Soon, the one over her lap will cry out from the pleasure, and then told to get up, while the other girl is called, and the act is repeated.
Telling the girls she had the same treatment when she was their age, that because she knows discipline is key for them, she also knows that learning about their desires, their pleasure is also key. To find that one person you can trust, to enjoy, to please and get pleasure.
Emily told me then, having each one lay back, and this time using her mouth, she brings each girl to another peak of pleasure.
Leaving them to think about that, Emily leaves, telling them the next time they are punished, they will come to her office afterwards.
I refilled Emily’s drink as she smiled. Telling me that the next punishment is usually the hardest yet, but then off to her office, to have them undress, after the lotion and one climax per girl, she then instructs them to undress her, and the real teaching begins.
She told me by the end of their 1st quarter, her shy submissive girls are usually very experienced with their hands and mouths. She finds that the more punishment, the more quickly they cave to the need for pleasure.
She even gets the girls to the point where they can punish each other, usually while the one being punished is being motivated to use her mouth better on their teacher.
Emily told me the pinnacle of her pleasure, is seeing a young girl, between her legs, frantically licking her to please, while the other girl is naked, eyes glazed over, and methodically whipping her friend as the young submissive cries out between Emily’s legs.
“Sometimes I climax just from that” she tells me.
Emily sighed and smiled. She has been teaching there are 11 years, and has never failed to developed a bi couple each year.
Laughing, she tells me the pay is not as good as a college level Professor, but the benefits definitely make up for it.
While dating for over a year, Emily and I decided to break up.
About 2 months ago, out of the blue, I got a call.
It was a guy named Glen, and he told me he was dating Emily, and could we talk.
Absolutely I said..
He hemmed and hawed a bit, but finally tried to ask if Emily was ever, um, not nice.
I laughed and said, “oh, you mean a bratty bitch?”
Glen relaxed and told me that indeed, that was what he meant.
Then he asked, “How did you handle that?”
I told him simply, “I took her over my lap, or over a table, and used a hand, hairbrush, paddle, leather belt or anything else i found nearby, to help refocus her attitude”
There was silence, and then finally Glen said, “I don’t think i could do that”
Typical, I thought - keeping my opinion to myself.
I told Glen, “She is a hell of a girl, but needs a strong guy and a firm hand”. I also knew she was part alpha and needed ultimately to date a guy she could dominate, and that wasn’t me.. She had sub-tendancies, but not as a normal day to day person.
Glen asked, “What should I do?”
I told Glen, “Send her over to my office. I will take care of what needs to be done”
“Um, Won’t that be a bit odd that you and she are alone for that?” Glen asked?
I told Glen, “You are welcome to come with her Glen, or she can have you on the phone. All good.. She is happy with you I am sure, so i am just offering you my help. If you want, send her over Thursday at 5″
At 5:00 PM on Thursday, Emily showed up. Looking good, and the tell tale bitchy smirk look on her face.
She told me, “I can’t believe Glenn called you, and that he said I should come visit”
I smiled and said, “Well, I guess he found out i was the one who could tame the “Bitch” at times”
Emily laughed and came in to the office. The staff was heading home.
Emily saw a hair brush and leather strap on the desk and blushed. She remembered them well.
Then, without further ado, i told her her go over the desk, and after handing her a pillow, i told her to call Glen.
The rest went smoothly - I began with my hand, over the skirt, then over the panties - making her tell Glen her skirt was being lifted. He needed to know it would be a real spanking, not some over the clothes crap.
All during the session - I made her tell Glen what was happening and making her apologize. If was fun starting out easy, and having her think it was fun, but as the swats and pressure increased, she knew it was punishment.
Glen was not in tune enough to know that half of Emily’s moans were pain, and half were from growing arousal.
When it started to get to the point where she needed her panties off, and when i was going to use the leather strap, i told her to tell Glen that she would be different when she got home in about an hour.
After she hung up, i told her to undress, and as she went back over the dress, i reminded her what the leather strap was meant to do.
Tears, apologies and a re-focused and better attitude later, I had accomplished what Glen wanted.. A re-balanced woman.
As i was putting away the belt, Emily came over and hugged me. She still felt and smelled great.
Then she went down to her knees and started to undo my pants. Taking me in to her mouth she smirked and said, “Isn’t this where I am supposed to thank the man who cares enough to discipline me?“
Feeling the warmth of her mouth after all this time I nodded and said, “I am glad a naughty girl, when punished and becomes a good girl again, remembers”
Taking her mouth off me for a moment, she said, “I trust that this part of the future sessions won’t have to be shared with Glen”
As she took me expertly in her mouth again, with all the skill she had ever shown, iI told myself, “No, Glen doesn’t need to know that the one who disciplines gets thanked properly”
**Who would love to have a disciplinarian to visit on a regular basis?”
When Bill was caught peeking in the women’s employee locker room, and caught red-handed trying to steal a pair of panties, the girls that caught him, went to the office manager.
She shut the door, and with the women in the office, she gave him the option. They take him to HR, he gets fired, and they even might file a police report. OR - he could agree to weekly punishment, by the women.
Bill lowered his head, not realizing he should have taken the first offer.
The first afternoon of his first punishment session in the back warehouse, the Office Manager, with the other two women watching, told him to strip completely and then she showed the women the long thin rod she brought from home.
Making Bill go over a chair, the two women watched in wonder as the Office Manager made him regret his peeking and theft, an his decision to agree to the punishment.
The bad part for Bill, was being naked in front of the women he wanted to spy on, his body betrayed him.
As the Office Manager continued his punishment - she smirked and said, “I wonder how harsh the punishment has to be before he either cums or goes soft?”
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