Holiday Corporal Punishment
By Clyde
This happened when I was a senior in high school. I must have been held back a grade when I was younger because I turned 18 at the beginning of the school year. I didn’t have to stay in school, but I was told that I should. This made me very rebellious. I just wanted to do the least possible to graduate.
Anyway, when Halloween came around, I thought I would cause a lot of mischief. I hid behind trees, and if I saw kids without their parents, I would take their candy from them. As it grew darker outside, I set off firecrackers and smashed pumpkins. I was having a jolly old time. Then I picked a house at random, and threw toilet paper all over the trees.
I was standing in front of the neighbor’s house admiring my work, when I felt someone grip my arm. I turned around and a big woman was holding me tightly so I couldn’t move. “You’re coming with me,” she said. I was dragged into her living room and forced to sit on a chair. She stood in front of me so that I was unable to move out of the chair.
“I’ve been watching you all evening. I saw you take kids candy, break pumpkins, set off firecrackers, and T P my neighbors yard. How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” I said.
“You’re legally an adult, now. If I call the police on you, you could spend time in jail.”
“I’m sorry! I must have gotten carried away with myself. Please don’t call the police on me!”
“I’ll give you an alternative. Either take a spanking from me, and everything that goes along with it, or I’ll call the police.”
I thought a spanking from her would he hit over my jeans with a paddle, so I said, “I’ll take your spanking.”
“Good choice,” She said. “If you don’t like your punishment and spanking, I’ll stop at any point, but then I will call the police.”
“Okay.”
“You will not say a word unless you are spoken to or I tell you to talk.”
“Okay.”
“You will do exactly what I tell you to do, without complaint.”
“Okay.”
“And you will call me Mistress.”
“Okay.”
“From now on, you should say “Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Very good! Now what is your first name?”
“Joe.”
“Joe, I want you to take off your shirt, shoes and socks.”
“Yes. Mistress.” I thought this was strange, but I did as I was told.
Then she came out with something from the kitchen. “These are wrist cuffs. After I have them on your wrists, please turn around so that I can secure your arms behind you.”
Now I had wrist cuffs on and my arms were secured behind me. “Let’s go downstairs where your spanking will take place.” Once we got downstairs, she opened a room that had whips and paddles, a wooden horse, and a wooden X on the wall. This would be more than a simple spanking, I said to myself. “If this is too much for you, you can back out now and I will call the police.”
“I’ll still go ahead with it.”
She sat on the only chair in the room and said, “Now I want you to stand in front of me and not say a word.” Then she proceeded to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, and unzip my zipper. I was helpless, because my hands were secured behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I told you not to talk. If you say anything else, your spanking will be more severe. You need to be completely naked for my spankings.” Then she put her fingertips in my briefs. And soon they were also around my ankles. I felt so embarrassed. Only the boys in gym class had seen my naked like this, and my mother. “Step out of them, now.”
She looked me over and said, “Let’s go over to the wooden X for the first part of your spanking. Stand with your nose almost touching the wooden X.” Then I felt her undo my wrists in back of me, and immediately secured them spread apart above my head. Next she attached anklets to my ankles, and secured my legs together.
“I am going to start you out using the flogger on you. It contains many fingers of leather. They will turn your skin pink and they will sting a lot. Are you ready for m to begin.”
There was nothing else to say but, “Yes, Mistress.” She started up near my neck and worked her way down my whole body. Everytime time the flogger hit me, it felt like a hundred little pins had been stuck into my skin. She also had it wrap around the sides of my body. It made my entire skin tingle.
She quit flogging me and I felt her down by my feet. “Spread those legs.” She commanded. I spread them apart and she still said, “Spread them even further than that.” I spread my legs as far as I could. Then I felt her attach each leg to the ends of the wooden X. I felt completely vulnerable. My cock and balls were now completely exposed and hanging down.
“Now I will be able to get to your inner thighs and other sensitive places.” Then she started to flog me some more. I wanted to get away from the flogger, but I was secured in place. It really shocked me when she flogged me between my legs.
“You look pink all over, now. I am going to switch to a paddle and concentrate on your butt.” Then I felt the sting of the paddle on my bottom. She spanked me first on one cheek and then the other. I felt my butt getting real warm.
After spanking me for about ten minutes with the paddle, she said, “Now I am going to use the riding crop on you.” Where the paddle seemed to sting me in a wide area, the crop was painful in a straight line. She was also able to cover small areas where the paddle hadn’t reached. Then she flicked it a few times between my legs. It really stung my cock and balls and I wiggled about. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t falling asleep on me.” My bottom was now feeling very warm and tender.
“I am now going to release you and put you over the wooden horse.” I felt her release one foot then the other and she said, “You can put your legs together, now.” It felt so good having my legs together, but now I was aware of how tender my inner thighs had become.
She unhooked my hands above my head and then she lead me over to the wooden horse. “Please bend over it so that your hands and feet are touching the floor.” First she attached my arms to each of the legs in the front. Then she grabbed one of my legs at a time, and spread and secured them to each leg of the horse. In this position, I could look between my legs and see her.
“Now I am going to give you six strokes of the cane. Have you ever been caned before?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Well, it can be quite painful. I want you to count each stroke out loud, and also say ‘Thank you, Mistress’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I felt a tapping on my butt, heard a whistle, and then it felt like a hundred bees had stung my butt in a straight line. I tried to stand up to rub my butt, but I was held in place by the horse. I yelled out, “Ouch! That really hurt.”
“Yes were suppose to say, ‘One. Thank you, Mistress.’ But since you didn’t, that stroke will be repeated again. So this will be stroke number one, again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I felt a tapping again, heard the whistle, then the pain again. This time I said, “One, Thank you, Mistress.”
“Hopefully, after your spanking, you will never behave like you did tonight, ever again.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Here comes number two.”
I felt the intense pain, again and said, “Two, Thank you, Mistress.”
“Tomorrow, after school, I also want you to apologize to my neighbor, and help him clean up the mess.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Then I felt the next stroke of the cane. “Ouch, that hurts. Three, Thank you, Mistress.”
“And if I ever catch you making trouble in this neighborhood again, you can expect another spanking like this one. Is that understood?”
I felt the next stroke on my tender butt. “Yes, Mistress. Four. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Will you stay out of trouble?”
I felt the next stroke on my tender butt. “Yes, Mistress. Five. Thank you, Mistress.”
“This will be your last stoke, unless you forget to count it out.”
I felt a tapping. Heard the whistle sound, then the pain. “Six. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Let me put some lotion on your poor butt.” She said. Then I felt her soothing hands on my butt, rubbing in the lotion. “You have seven parallel welts on your bottom. It will probably be somewhat painful to sit down for a couple of days.” She released me from the horse, took off my anklets and wristlets, and said, “You can get dressed now.”
It was painful putting on my briefs and jeans. We went upstairs and I finished getting dressed. The spanking was quite painful and more than I had expected, but it was better than going to jail. As I was going out her front door, she patted me on my tender butt and said, “Remember to apologize to my neighbor, and help him clean up the mess.
“Yes, Mistress.” I replied.
My behavior drastically improved after that weekend. I will never forget that Halloween.
Originally posted 2013-04-11 15:59:26.
Halloween Spanking Mistress
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