While I'm Gone
"I've arranged to have you punished at an establishment that specializes in the discipline of naughty boys and girls", Lisa told John when they talked on the phone that evening. Lisa was out of town and tomorrow was Sunday, when she usually gave him his weekly punishment spanking.
"I've told them how I want you to be punished. I want you to think of it as me giving you your Sunday spanking. I expect you to do everything you are told and to take you punishment without question. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Don't be late" Lisa cautioned.
"No, Ma'am" John answered.
"Ok, good boy. Sleep well. I love you."
"I love you", John told her.
The address Lisa had given John turned out to be a Victorian mansion. The garden was full of roses and the sun shown from the cream color paint. He went through a garden gate and up a short flight of marble stairs to a porch and the front door. He rang the bell rather nervously. A few minutes later, the door was answered by a woman. She was tall, close to six feet and wearing spike heels, which made her even taller. She was wearing a white low cut blouse, with a lace border and a short black skirt. Her legs seemed to go on forever. She had raven black hair, cascading down over her shoulders. John noticed she had deep blue eyes.
"Yes?"
The woman's appearance was so striking that it took John a moment to respond. "I have an appointment" he told her somewhat timidly.
"An appointment for what?"
John thought of checking the address, but considering the way she was dressed, this had to be the right place. "For a spanking, Ma'am" he told her.
"Come in" she told him, shutting the door behing him. After getting his name she checked a book on a podium. "Here it is. Your wife made the appointment for you. Please follow me."
She lead him down a hall to an office, her heels tapping softly on the hard wood floor. The skirt was tight over her round bottom and John could see the muscles of her buttocks move beneath the skirt as she walked. He didn't see any panty line. The woman seated herself behind a wide desk, which was empty of papers or even a telephone. The sort of desk, John imagined, that a naughty boy could be bent over, his pants and brief around his ankles, for a caning.
The woman opened a file drawer and took out a folder and placed it on the desk. She took out two sheets of paper. She read from one.
"Lisa tells us that you have been a bad boy and need a good hard spanking."
John looked down at the desk. "Yes, Ma'am. I have been a very bad boy." he answered.
"We operate on a principle that we call consensual non-consent" the woman told John. "This means that you must freely agree in advance to the spanking session. Since you will be receiving a punishment spanking, once the session starts, you cannot withdraw your consent. So that you understand what you are agreeing to, I will briefly describe what you can expect."
"All spankings will be given on your bare bottom."
"You will be paddled, caned and whipped. When you are paddled, you will bent over your disciplinarian's knee. When you are caned or whipped you will be bent over a spanking bench. You will be expected to stay still and present you bottom for punishment when you are caned or whipped. If you have difficulty doing this, your disciplinarian may decide to restrain you. If this is necessary, you will receive additional spanking as punishment for having to be restrained.
At the end of the spanking session you will be bound over a spanking bench and gagged. Then you will be given twenty strokes with a spanking whip and a five minute punishment fucking with a dildo."
"You can expect that the spanking will be very painful and will result in welts and bruises."
Lisa had given John punishment spankings like the one the woman described, but it was still somewhat shocking to hear his punishment described in such dispassionate terms.
"Do you consent to receive the spanking session I have described?", the woman asked.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I want to remind you again that once your spanking starts, you cannot withdraw consent."
"Yes, Ma'am. I understand", John replied softly.
"All right then. Please sign the form giving your consent."
With some trepidation, John signed.
The woman took the form from him, put it in the folder and replaced the folder in the file cabinet. She got up from the desk and he followed her out of the office, back to the entryway where he had come in.
There was a wide carpeted staircase just beyond the entryway. The bannister was carved dark wood. A dark maroon carpet covered the center of the stairs, leaving a dark wood border on the side. John followed the woman as she turned up the stairs. At first all he could look at was her bottom, outlined beneath her short tight skirt. John was disappointed to find that it was not quite short enough for him to see if she was wearing thong panties. As he went up the stairs he raised his gaze and he was surprised to see a naked woman at the top of the stairs.
The top bannister post was a tall smooth pillar of dark wood. The woman's wrists were cuffed above her head, attached to brass rings in the wood. She was blindfolded with a black silk sleeping mask. The woman he was following walked by the naked woman as if she was not there. When he stopped to look at the naked girl, he noticed that she had recently been spanked, leaving her bottom and upper thighs blushed crimson.
The woman he was following noticed that he had stopped and turned back towards him. "She is waiting for her whipping" the woman told him. "Please follow me." She went down the hall to a room and John entered before her. She shut the door.
There was a wide couch against the left wall. In the middle of the room there was a spanking bench covered in red leather. There were paddles, whips and spanking straps hanging on one wall and an umbrella stand full of canes next to the couch.
"Please undress to your panties", the woman told John
John nervously did as she ordered. He felt very self-conscious as he undressed under her gaze. He folded his clothes neatly placing them on the couch, putting his shoes by the left end.
The woman took his clothes and shoes. "You will get these back at the end of the session. Your disciplinarian will be Alysia. She will be in shortly to administer your punishment." The woman turned and left, closing the door behind her.
John walked over to the wall and looked at the paddles, straps and whips that where hanging there. He imagined some of them being used on his bare bottom. After a few minutes examining the spanking implements, he sat on the couch and waited. John heard the smack of a leather strap on flesh and sound of a woman crying out in pain. He imagined that the naked woman at the top of the stairs was getting her whipping.
A few minutes later the door opened and a woman came in, shutting the door behind her. For a brief moment the sound of the whipping down the hall was louder. The woman was tall like the woman who had met him when he came in. She was wearing a sheer black bra and black bikini panties. Her face was masked in a grey feathered owl mask. The mask ended in a small beak that went over her nose, leaving the lower part of her face uncovered. Her blue eyes looked out of the feathers of the owls mask, the feathers pluming up over her forehead and around the sides. She had golden blond hair that was drawn back in a pony tail.
"My name is Alysia" she told John. "I will be your disciplinarian today." John's eyes traveled from the mask to Alysia's full breasts. He could see the faint outline of the aureoles of her nipples beneath the sheer black mesh of her bra. Her bikini panties made a small black triangle between her thighs.
Alysia glanced down at the clipboard she had in her hand. John noticed that there were printed lines with check boxes at the end.
"You're John and your wife's name is Lisa?""Yes, Ma'am"
Alysia put the clipboard on an small table at the end of the couch.
"I talked to Lisa yesterday. I'm afraid that your punishment will include a very hard spanking", Alysia said, almost apologetically. "Do you have any questions before we get started?"
"No, Ma'am" John answered.
Alysia got a ruler paddle from where it hung on the wall and sat down in the middle of the couch.
"Come here, please", Alysia ordered.
John went to her right side.
"This is your last chance to withdraw your consent. Once you're over my knee there is no turning back", Alysia told John.
"I understand, Ma'am. I will take my punishment".
"OK. Pull your panties down and lie over my knee", Alysia said. "I am going give you a paddling".
John was embarrassed to find that his cock was hard and pressing against the sheer material of his bikini briefs. It stood out in front of him when he pulled his panties down to the middle of his thighs.
Alysia spread her legs so that should could take him over her left thigh, his upper body resting on the couch. He could feel her smooth warm skin under his cock. She wrapped her left arm over his back, holding him over her knee.
"Do you have anything to say before I punish you", Alysia asked
"I'm very sorry I was a bad boy, Ma'am. I will be a better boy in the future"
"I am sure that you are very sorry right now, but not as sorry as you are going to be, I'm afraid. Now are you ready to take your punishment?"
"Yes, Ma'am", John replied.
The erotic feeling of Alysia's bare thigh against John's cock was soon replaced by the pain of the paddle smacking his bare bottom.
Alysia paddled John with a steady rhythm, bringing the paddle hard across his buttocks. After a while she stopped, allowing him to catch his breath. She caressed John's bottom. "You've been a good boy and stayed still", she told him.
She started paddling him again, harder this time, making John cry out after each stroke. When she finally stopped, his bottom felt like it was on fire.
"Ok, honey. You can get up now and step out of those panties". He let his briefs fall to the floor and stepped out of them.
Alysia pointed to the spanking bench. "I want you to bend over the spanking bench."
John climbed onto the spanking bench, his knees and arms on the supports as he bent over the padded top. His bottom was pushed out and he felt very exposed.
"I am going to cane you and whip you, honey. You have the option of asking to be restrained when I punish you. If you can't stay still or you clench your bottom too much, I will have to restrain you. If I have to do this, I will be required to give you extra punishment. So it is better to ask now if you think that you will have a hard time staying still."
"I won't need to be restrained, Ma'am"
"OK, I always ask. Some of my clients are crying by the end of a punishment spanking and have a hard time lying still."
Alysia went to the umbrella stand, took out a rattan cane and moved behind him."
"Get your bottom up", Alysia ordered.
The spanking bench already angled his bottom up, but John arched his back and pushed his bottom up, offering his bottom for the cane.
"That's good, honey. I want you keep your bottom just like that", Alysia told him.
John heard the swish of the cane, before it burned across his ass. She gave the strokes very hard, laying the first stroke near the top of his buttocks, and moving downward, with an exact precision as he cried out with each stroke.
Alysia gave John a brief rest while she ran her fingers over his bottom, feeling the raised welts left by the cane. Then his punishment started again, the hot metal pain of the rattan burning across his raised ass.
John had another brief break when she exchanged the rattan cane for a black synthetic cane, which was heavier than the rattan and hurt more. He cried out with each stroke, which left a welt across his buttocks. Near the end, he clenching his buttocks when Alysia gave the cane stroke just above his thighs. She gave him two extra strokes, harder than the others, to punish him for clenching.
John watched as Alysia put the black cane back in the cane stand and took a leather punishment strap down from the wall. The heavy harness leather of the strap was doubled over into a loop, with a handle at the end.
Alysia moved behind John again. She caressed and gently squeezed his buttocks, feeling his bottom hot under her hand, his cheeks crimson for the paddling and caning. She could count the welts she had given him with the black cane.
"Bottom up", Alysia ordered.
Alysia raised the strap to her shoulder but did not immediately bring it down. As John waited for the first stroke of the heavy punishment strap, he thought about how much it would hurt over the cane welts.
Alysia brought the strap down hard across John's ass, the smack of the strap echoing in the room. Soon John was crying out with each stroke. As with the cane, Alysia give the strokes slowly. She gave John a stroke near the top of his thighs, were the skin was especially senstive and there was already a painful cane welt. John clenched his buttocks and squirmed.
"Stay still", Alysia warned. "You have earned two extra strokes"
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but it hurts so much", John said.
"Spankings are supposed to hurt, honey. That's how bad boys learn their lesson. How get your bottom up for me."
John raised his bottom again and Alysia brought the strap down hard across his cheeks. The only break in his punishment was the brief moment when Alysia switched sides so that she could punish both buttocks evenly. Twice more Alysia had to warn John to stay still and take his whipping.
When Alysia had given John the whipping Lisa had assigned, he was crying like a spanked little boy.
"I'm afraid that you've earned six extra strokes for not staying when I whipped you. I'm going to give these extra hard."
Although John was crying, he raised his bottom as Alysia brought the strap down six more times, very hard.
Alysia put the strap back on the wall and took down a paddle. The paddle was designed for over-the-knee punishment spankings. It was shaped like a paddle ball paddle and made of dark hardwood.
Alysia sat down in the middle of the couch and told the crying boy that he could get up.
John got up from the spanking bench. Seeing Alysia sitting on the couch with the paddle in her right hand, he went over to her. He was still crying when Alysia put him over her left knee. This time when his cock was not hard.
When John was in place over Alysia's knee, she told him "While I am paddling you, I want you to be a good boy and lie still for me. I want you to think about why you are being punished. While I paddle you, I want you to think of this as your wife spanking you."
Alysia began spanking John hard with the paddle, alternating buttocks. His bottom was already very sore from the caning and whipping that Alysia had given him. As the pain built and he cried over Alysia's knee, he did think of his wife, imagining for a moment that he was over Lisa's knee getting his weekly punishment spanking. When the paddling was finally over, John lay limp over Alysia knee, sobbing.
Alysia held him over her knee, stroking his back and punished buttocks, letting him recover. When John stopped crying she told him he could get up.
"Please wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes" Alysia told him. John could see her round buttocks beneath the sheer panties as she turned and left the room.
John rubbed his bottom and thighs. His skin was hot and very sore from the spanking. He waited nervously, remembering that his punishment was to be finished with another whipping and an ass fucking. He wondered if Alysia would be fucking him in the ass.
Alysia returned about ten minutes later. "Follow me", she told John.
He followed her down the hall, watching her bottom beneath her sheer panties. She opened a dark wood door at the end of the hall, standing aside to allow him to enter. She shut the door behind them.
In the middle of the room was a spanking bench. Standing to the right of the spanking bench was a woman, who like Alysia was wearing only a sheer black bra and bikini panties. Her face was also covered by a dark feathered hawk mask, the feathers flaring up around her dark brown hair which was held in a french braid. Over her panties she was wearing a black dildo harness. A black dildo, covered by a condom, stood out like an erect silicon cock. In her right hand she held a short black braided whip.
"This is Ann", Alysia told him. "She will be administering the rest of the punishment your wife asked us to give you." Alysia walked over to the spanking bench.
"Come over here, please" she told him, indicating a padded top of the spanking bench. "For the last part of your punishment I am going to have to restrain you over the spanking bench."
John knelt over the bench. He noticed that the bench was lower than the bench that Alysia had used when she caned and whipped him. He was positioned in a V, his torso on the top of the bench, with his knees forward, pushing his bottom out.
"I need to get you ready for your punishment fucking", Alysia told him. "Please reach back and spread your cheeks".
John reached back and cupped a buttock in each palm. His cheeks were hot and sore under his hands as he spread them. With his buttocks spread, he felt very exposed, his ass pushed up by the spanking bench. He heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing and then the snap of rubber as Alysia put on a latex glove. Alysia penetrated him several times with her finger as she pushed lube inside him.
"Please move your arms forward on the arm rests" Alysia told him when she had finished and discarded the latex glove. She fastened his arms to padded cuffs at the front of the bench and strapped his thighs and ankles in the back. She bound him down with a strap across his back.
Alysia took out a plastic bag and removed a ball gag.
"Please open your mouth for me", she said. She put the ball gag in his mouth and attached the rubber strap behind his head.
Strapped down to the spanking bench, with his legs spread and his bottom pushed up, John felt helpless, exposed and vulnerable.
"Ann will give you the rest of your punishment now", Alysia told him. He heard the door open and close as Alysia left the room.
Ann caressed John's bottom. "I see Alysia gave you a good hard spanking." She ran her fingers over the welts left by the cane and punishment strap. His cheeks were crimson, and bruised from the last paddling he had taken across Alysia's knee.
"Such a hot, sore bottom. I'm afraid that your spanking is not quite over" she said regretfully. "I'm going to have to give you a whipping. Alysia tells me that you are one of the fortunate people who can cry when they are spanked." Ann caresses John's face. "I want you to cry for me so that you will be crying when I fuck you in the ass."
Ann moved behind John, to his left side. "I'm going to give you twenty strokes" she told him.
Ann brought the lash of the whip down hard across his ass. John was soon crying again under the painful strokes of the whip, his cries muffled by the gag. Ann gave the strokes slowly, letting him feel each stroke. After giving John ten strokes she moved to the other side and started whipping him with a backhand stroke.
The whipping seemed to go on a long time. John's body was shaking with sobs when Ann finished whipping him. She hung the whip on a hook on the side of the spanking bench.
John heard the squish of the KY as she lubed the dildo. "Your wife asked that your punishment be finished with a good hard ass fucking, honey" Ann told him. "Now I want you to relax and take the dildo for me."
John felt Ann's thumbs spreading his buttocks and the tip of the dildo against his anus. "Come on, honey. Relax and take it for me. If you don't, I'm going to have to spank you" she told John as she gently pushed the dildo forward. "Push that bottom up a little for me." John did as he was told, but he was still too tight for penetration.
Ann pulled away and got the whip from the side of the spanking bench. "I'm going to give you another four strokes for not giving me your ass."
The whip cracked hard across John's ass. Ann gave the strokes fast and very hard. When it was over his face was lined with tears.
Ann moved behind him again and as he cried, he felt the dildo pushing against his anus. He imagined that it was Lisa behind him, fucking him after she spanked him. He pushed his bottom up as far as the straps binding him allowed, pushing out against the dildo, relaxing as Ann thrust the dildo inside him.
Ann started fucking him with with slow, shallow thrusts. Soon she was fucking him hard, her hands on his hips, pulling the dildo out half way before slamming into his hot, punished buttocks. John lay limp over the spanking bench sobbing softly as she fucked him.
"That's a good boy. Take your ass fucking. Take it for me", Ann told him. She continued fucking him for five minutes.
Ann took the gag out of John's mouth, but left him bound on the spanking bench as she took off the dildo harness. She went to the side of the room where there was a sink and discarded the condom in a medical waste trashcan. She put the dildo and harness on the counter next to the sink and washed her hands.
She walked back to where he lay. "It's been a pleasure spanking you and giving you your punishment fucking." She caressed his bottom. "Alysia will be back in a few minutes."
When Alysia returned she unstrapped John from the spanking bench and gave him his clothes. "I'm scheduled to administer another spanking in a few minutes. I enjoyed spanking you and I hope Lisa will send you to us again. I'll tell her that you took your punishment like a good boy."
"Please get dressed. Madam will be in shortly to escort you out."
Alysia left the room. John noticed that there was a box of of tissues the counter near the sink. He used some tissues to wipe the lube off his bottom before he dressed. A few minutes later the woman who had met him at the front door came in and he followed her out to the front door.
The welts from the whipping Ann gave him were still visible when Lisa came home two days later.
September, 2004
Case Wintermute