2012-10-03 ( 30 edited messages ) DOMestic is much more frequent and up to date here:- http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/ DOMestic latest posts including the reader replies here:- http://u4ds.com/replies.shtml Below is an archive digest of past posts.... # Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society (3) # C: Dom partner new to this lifestyle # Re: C: Dom partner new to this lifestyle (3) # C: femdom community for over 60s # Re: C: femdom community for over 60s # Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub # C: is it normal to call me a slut # Re: C: is it normal to call me a slut # Re: C: male maid 24/7 dressed as female # C: remote control hubby - to be chained and zapped # Re: C: remote control hubby - to be chained and zapped # C: secret Devotional Sex society # C: submits only if done his way # Re: C: submits only if done his way (5) # Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On... # X: quiet DOMestic at yahoogroups # Re: X: quiet DOMestic at yahoogroups (3) # admin: February to December 2011 update # S: Jim's Story - part thirty-six # S: The Prisoner - Chapter 84 Reply by email or post your message to DOMestic at:- http://u4ds.com/ The Fem Dom Training Program. Train your husband/lover. http://u4ds.com/program * * * start of the digest * * * Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society http://u4ds.com/2011/08/a_secret_femdom_society.shtml Date: 31 Aug 2011 01:19:50 -0000 From: MichaelK Often the ideas for a secret FemDom society are pure male fantasy, and it would be difficult to find even one women who would want to take part. Alternatively, if the ideas for a secret FemDom society are put together by a BDSM Mistress, the result may well work, but it will still be difficult to find other women who share the same BDSM philosophy who also want to join. If the typical BDSM type of secret FemDom society was really viable then it would already exist (maybe it does, and we don't know about it because it really is secret) or the Mistresses in each city don't want to create such a society, and thus secret FemDom societies will remain just fantasy. I'm writing a website about a mild form of FemDom called Devotional Sex. Following my ideas to their logical conclusion I can see that one day Devotional Sex will create some real-life secret FemDom societies. Read "secret Devotional Sex society" to find out why I think this. http://u4ds.com/2011/08/secret_devotional_sex_society.shtml MichaelK * * * next message * * * Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society http://u4ds.com/2011/08/a_secret_femdom_society.shtml Date: 28 May 2012 21:33:41 -0000 From: worshipwreck A lovely idea I've entertained myself quite some time! But there must be a good reason why it doesn't exist! I guess we men, especially when we submit, are too boring. Who wants to rule nobodies? * * * next message * * * Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society http://u4ds.com/2011/07/a_secret_femdom_society.shtml Date: 26 Sep 2012 22:36:28 -0000 From: Steve What a wonderful idea and an interesting concept. Allow me though to give you some advice. You can't start a secret society by publicly stating that you want it to happen on the internet, and asking for people to start it. If it is a secret society then you should start by talking about this subject with people you believe might join it. Second thing is that you say "like Skull and Bones or Masons". You name two societies that have been involved in conspiracy stories which involve malicious behavior. A pro-female society wouldn't be malicious. It would be good and positive I think. So, I can see how a society like the one you describe could work, but to have any importance and essence it should be built on concrete and have a very well coordinated organization. * * * next message * * * C: Dom partner new to this lifestyle http://u4ds.com/2011/08/dom_partner_new_to_this_lifest.shtml Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 08:24:50 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Christine and David, I hope you don't mind me posting my questions here. I have been reading your blog for many years, and what a great blog it is. I am now in a relationship where my partner is Dom (in fact i am currently in a chastity device ) and i have shown her your website. We are both interested in your software but i have a few questions :- 1) Will it help her as she is new to this lifestyle? 2) i am not at all being rude but is it relevant today?, you say you wrote it a long time ago. 3) can it be run on her phone as well as her pc? 4) can it help her with punishments. Hope these questions are ok. I look forward to reading your reply and hopefully purchasing the software for my goddess. regards kevin * * * next message * * * Re: C: Dom partner new to this lifestyle http://u4ds.com/2011/08/dom_partner_new_to_this_lifest.shtml From: Christine Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 18:10:41 +0100 Hello, kevin wrote: >I have been reading your blog for many years, and what a great >blog it is. Thank you, although it's become very quiet lately. A lot of twittering and not as much in depth communication nowadays I think. >I am now in a relationship where my partner is Dom (in fact i >am currently in a chastity device ) That's what I like to hear. Hope it's working - and perhaps you could tell everyone about your experiences with the "device" on the blog sometime? (anonymously if you like) >and i have shown her your website. We are both interested in >your software but i have a few questions :- 1) Will it help >her as she is new to this lifestyle? It was primarily designed for new-comers to Fem-Dom not for old hands. I imagined when we designed it that experienced dominants would just say - "tell me something I don't know" - but I was pleasantly surprised at how many experienced doms have told me they enjoy "refreshing" their ideas and techniques with regular use of the software. I've even found myself using it, browsing idly, and then being surprised at the things I came across that I had quite forgotten I'd programmed in. (but I've not let David know how often I've used it - but he'll know when he reads this) >2) i am not at all being rude but is it relevant today? Yes. I'd say more than 99% relevant. >you say you wrote it a long time ago. Male fem-dom fantasies seem to be the same to me now as they were when I first met David. Indeed many are the same now as they were hundreds of years before I was born. I can't think of anything that has significantly changed in male or female sexuality or the techniques a woman would use to control men since we developed the software. The world is much the same now as it was when I started. TV - video, the internet, all existed when we wrote and then updated the software to version 3. The only major change I can think of is the use of text messaging in communication between partners. (that is not discussed at all in the software - but ideas on telephone communication could be easily adapted). Canes, riding crops, whips, paddles, et cetera are the same now as they were hundreds of years ago. Bondage techniques are equally unchanged. There are of course some new brands of equipment available, but the software focuses on styles and techniques for behaviour between couples. It's not really got much detail about the equipment. If we spend any time at all on using equipment it is usually in generalities rather than spending much time on the specific details of any brand of equipment. >3) can it be run on her phone as well as her pc? I doubt it can be done easily with many older phones. Newer ones with web browsers perhaps. I can't say for sure. Not least because phones vary so much and you didn't say what phone she is using. It's most unlikely to be the same as mine. Sorry. If her phone can save, store and open web pages then it could work providing you can bluetooth (or similar) all the content across to the phone. I personally find phone screens to be too small to be useful for anything so I have not tried using the software on my phone anyway. If I were you I'd purchase for the pc and experiment with other devices. If it works see it as a bonus. (please let me and/or the blog know how you get on) >4) can it help her with punishments. Yes of course punishment is covered in the context of suggesting why, when and how. But not if you mean random punishment generators offering specific punishment recommendations - number of strokes etc. That is not something we bothered with as there were many random punishment generators available when we wrote the software. We thought them all rather a waste of time. Tossing a coin or rolling a dice has a similar effect. (as indeed nowadays would a similar dice based phone app) We chose instead to go in direction of teaching the whole package. >Hope these questions are ok. Yes of course. And if you care to drop me a line granting permission I'd like to include the discussion above on the blog at some point? Obviously I would not use the discussion unless you are completely happy with the idea. >I look forward to reading your reply and hopefully purchasing >the software for my goddess. I'm certain it will give you both many years of pleasure. Hopefully a lifetime. sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.shtml * * * next message * * * Re: C: Dom partner new to this lifestyle http://u4ds.com/2011/08/dom_partner_new_to_this_lifest.shtml Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 18:56:41 +0100 From: kevin Christine, Thank you for such a prompt reply. I agree the blog has really been quiet the last couple of years which is such a shame. The device is a cb3000 and I have been locked for 14 days with lots of tease and denial. Thank you for the answers I will discuss with my goddess and hopefully will buy the software soon. I am more than happy for you to use this on the blog as long as it is "anonymised" Thanks again kevin * * * next message * * * Re: C: Dom partner new to this lifestyle http://u4ds.com/2011/08/dom_partner_new_to_this_lifest.shtml Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2011 23:20:50 +0100 From: kevin Christine and david, just wanted to say thanks again for your email. i bought the software for my goddess, and all i know is that i am still locked up, massaging her feet and she is giggling to herself as she looks at it. regards kevin * * * next message * * * C: femdom community for over 60s http://u4ds.com/2011/10/femdom_community_for_over_60s.shtml Date: 14 Oct 2011 11:29:22 -0000 From: quitodoux i have been here several times, how many years ago? Whenever i have no Lady to train me as her slave or doggy, i turn to a vanilla relationship. This is not difficult for me in spite of my age (77). i am a healthy sexy senior citizen with an academic background and many social contacts. Now such a vanilla relationship again came to an end, because i tried to talk about my submissive fantasies - and was called a dirty old man. so here i am again, trying to exchange experience and ideas. the community here in Germany is extremely discriminating to old people. fortunately or unfortunately i have a psychological allergy against professionals, who would be my only chance. Does anyone here know a femdom community of people over 60? salut, quitodoux * * * next message * * * Re: C: femdom community for over 60s http://u4ds.com/2011/10/femdom_community_for_over_60s.shtml Date: 18 Nov 2011 20:11:49 -0000 From: Tim from Boston Quitodoux, I will keep my eyes and ears open for you and will contact you if I have some info. Bullhawk4 (Tim from Boston - 54 and sub to femdom also) * * * next message * * * Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub http://u4ds.com/2010/02/femdom_looking_for_ideas_to_do.shtml Date: 29 Jan 2012 16:12:11 -0000 From: jj my Mistress will put an inflatable butt plug in my ass, then cuff my hands in front of me - makes me lay on my stomach, and start with the paddle. Every time I squirmed, she would give me a pump or two, then once it was already so big I could hardly stand it, she would roll me over and sit on me so I could lick her pussy, and for every minute I couldn't make her cum, 3 more pumps. Boy did I learn proper oral techniques fast! But still take a dive here and there if u know what I mean. * * * next message * * * C: is it normal to call me a slut http://u4ds.com/2011/11/is_it_normal_to_call_me_a_slut.shtml Date: 27 Nov 2011 07:00:48 -0000 From: angeleyez In "never done this - some guidance appreciated" http://u4ds.com/2011/07/never_done_this_-_some_guidanc.shtml Sylvia D wrote:- >"I am starting to feel confused" i too am new at being a submissive and just recently have been collared by a dom. he is constantly addressing to me as slut, i have known him outside the dom relationship for 2-1/2 years and have never been called this by him and although i want to learn this lifestyle it makes me feel like i am nothing... my question is, is this the normal behavior i should expect in this lifestyle? * * * next message * * * Re: C: is it normal to call me a slut http://u4ds.com/2011/11/is_it_normal_to_call_me_a_slut.shtml Date: 26 Jul 2012 12:03:14 -0000 From: HuntersShyness First off let me say that slut doesn't mean the same thing to everyone. I am Daddy's slut and there is no malice meant when I am called that. Does he see the change in you when he calls you that or do you hide what you are feeling? Being a sub should make you feel complete not make you shut down. I don't know the dynamics of your relationship are you D/s or M/s? * * * next message * * * Re: C: male maid 24/7 dressed as female http://u4ds.com/2010/01/male_maid_247_dressed_as_femal.shtml Date: 16 Dec 2011 01:42:32 -0000 From: graham hi "Fastdrop", i see that your wife did the same as mine. we must be two lucky males. yes i am the wife of the house and i love it. tonight i get to please my 'misstiss' and her girlfriends. you see i was trained to do as told and when that is the way, it is whatever my master tell me to do because she's the boss and i am her slave so my friend do as you are told and love being a wife and one day you may get to feel a man cock and that day you will know how a wife feels i must go, i must get dressed in my nightie and beg for my strap- on cock. i just love sucking cock * * * next message * * * C: remote control hubby - to be chained and zapped http://u4ds.com/2011/10/remote_control_hubby_-_to_be_c.shtml Date: 29 Oct 2011 08:20:57 -0000 From: subby hubby m Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped http://u4ds.com/2010/08/electric_with_anticipation_of.shtml We haven't used the zapper for a little while but things will change. We are in the process of putting up a largish shed; some 10' by 8'. It is about 120 feet from the house and is not overlooked (however the walk between the house and the shed has some visibility to the neighbours). This is not in itself very interesting until I asked my Wife how she would communicate while She is busy doing her seed propagation and such. (I should have mentioned that She is the driving force behind the project - being a very keen gardener). Anyway, "Easy" She replied, "You will be wearing your zapper and if I want anything you will come running". This conjured up all sorts of ideas; like having to drop whatever I am doing in the house and run down the garden, taking drinks orders, fetching and carrying and such. Anyone watching would be well impressed at such an attentive husband. (Would they suspect I wonder). But there is more - my Wife mentioned yesterday that she wants me to arrange a strong fixing point somewhere in the shed. The theory is that if she doesn't want me in the house she can lock me in there. "I am sure I can find a way of chaining you to the floor - and if I can't I will just take away your clothes and leave you until it gets dark when you can risk running back to the house". (For safety we have a pair of little two way radios in case i need to use a safe word). I know this sounds like wishful thinking but it seems real to us both at the moment. I will keep everyone in touch. By the way - if anyone has additional ideas on the subject we would be delighted if they could post them. All the best to everyone. subby hubby m * * * next message * * * Re: C: remote control hubby - to be chained and zapped http://u4ds.com/2011/10/remote_control_hubby_-_to_be_c.shtml Date: 2 Nov 2011 00:20:12 -0000 From: tazsbill A large dog cage in the shed would make things easier - could be covered easily with a sheet. subby could even be kept there under the sheet while someone visited! * * * next message * * * C: secret Devotional Sex society http://u4ds.com/2011/08/secret_devotional_sex_society.shtml Date: 31 Aug 2011 01:19:50 -0000 From: MichaelK Devotional Sex is different from BDSM. Devotional Sex works very well with a non-dominant women, and it is focussed on sexual and sensual activities, not BDSM activities. It is mild FemDom without humiliation, inflicting pain, bondage and the other things that make up BDSM. While this makes Devotional Sex very tame for those into BDSM, it has the exciting benefit that many ordinary women may enjoy being a Devotional Sex Princess. An optional part of Devotional Sex is activities with others. (link displays here on the DOMestic blog) Devotional Sex with others can be just mild activities, or things may become fairly explicit. Of course it is the women who decide what will happen. By setting the rule that a Knight when with others will never ejaculate, and activities with others will never go as far as intercourse, this actually opens up a new playground of erotic exploration. The usual thinking of "one thing will lead to another", and "I don't want to go that far, so I won't do anything" of normal life no longer applies. I've just published a fictional story where Susan has her partner Sam fully undress in front of her friend Kate, which illustrates how this can work at. (link displays on the DOMestic blog) Though Devotional Sex is not yet well known, I can imagine that one day each major city will have at least a few couples who practice Devotional Sex. The internet makes it very easy for such couples to get in touch with each other, and though most interaction will be just talk, I've created the concept of a Devotional Sex Party which enables Devotee couples to get together and enjoy living room activities in a social setting. (links display on the DOMestic blog) Though the activities at a Devotional Sex party can remain just between each couple, those that wish can have some fun with the other couple's partner. For a Princess to really have fun with the other couple's Knight it would be better to be alone with him, and thus I've created the concept of Knight Swapping, where two Princesses swap their Knights. (link displays on the DOMestic blog) When a Princess lends or swaps her Knight she can say what is not allowed. My default rules are that the Knight is not allowed to ejaculate and no intercourse is allowed, but a Princess may well decide to create further restrictions. What a Princess does with a borrowed Knight is up to her (as long as it is within the limits of what that Knight will do and what his Princess allows). Likely things that may happen are for the Princess to have the borrowed Knight be naked, to admire his erection, to have him give her foot and body massages, and maybe to have him eat her to orgasm. Remember that this is not BDSM, so this is not about humiliating him or strong BDSM activities. Devotional Sex is much done with MUTUAL devotion and respect. This is about the Knight having fun as well as him pleasing the Princess. If two Princesses swap Knights, and it works, it is easy to imagine that they might do this a few more times. Now if they meet another couple who practice Devotional Sex, and share their success story about the fun of swapping Knights, it is easy to imagine that sometimes the other couple would be willing to also give this a try. Add a few more couples and there would be benefits in organizing things a bit better, and a Knight Swapping Club could be created. This could be set up so that Saturday night was swapping night. Any Princess who felt like swapping her Knight that Saturday would email the organizer. And as long as at least two couples were interested, a swap could be arranged. Note that if say four couples were interested in swapping, it would no longer be just a couple swapping Knights because the organizer could choose who will get each Knight. It could be organized such that the Knight had to arrive at the house of the Princess who was borrowing him at say 8pm, and had to leave her house at exactly 11:30pm. That way each Knight would not meet the partner of the Princess they were visiting, and even more powerfully, would not know who was visiting their Princess. (I also recommend that each Knight have to give a full report of what he did when he gets home to his Princess, but that the Princess never tell her Knight what she did.) Of course people would not tell everyone that they were a member of a Knight Swapping Club, and so it would be a secret society. The FemDom of Devotional Sex is very mild compared to most BDSM, but this is real female power as the woman do control what happens. Of course this all sounds like fantasy. But given my personal experience of Devotional Sex, I really can see that one day, in one city, such a club will form. MichaelK (link displays here on the DOMestic blog) * * * next message * * * C: submits only if done his way http://u4ds.com/2011/11/submits_only_if_done_his_way.shtml From: Angeloftheknight Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2011 11:13:10 +0000 I am having a few problems getting My husband to submit totally to Me. I'll give you some background on us in the hope you can advise me. My husband and I have only been together 3 years. I'm 41, he is 58. Between us we have 5 children in the house ranging from 17 to 2 years old. My husband has in the past, from what he has told me, been on line as a male Dom. Although he has never had a submissive partner in the D/s sense of the word. I on the other hand come from strictly vanilla relationships. I had never heard of bdsm or anything else till I met my husband. About 18 months ago my husband had a bout of depression and came to Me to talk. He explained that although he has a dominant mind his true desire was to be a woman, a submissive sissy. He had secretly been crossdressing for years to get a sexual kick. There are 2 major problems I can see at the minute that I don't know how to deal with. Bearing in mind I have had to learn what a sissy, submissive, dominant and everything else was to get this far. Problem 1. My husband will only submit to things he thinks will benefit him. It's all about what he can get out of the sexual side of things. He wants me to be dominant but wants it done his way and if he doesn't like what I say it doesn't happen. Problem 2. I cannot get him to stop downloading sissy pics and pictures of sexy looking woman who he alleges he wants to look like. Any ideas, advice or tips would be greatly appreciated. * * * next message * * * Re: C: submits only if done his way http://u4ds.com/2011/11/submits_only_if_done_his_way.shtml From: "Christine" at u4ds.com Date: Thu, 03 Nov 2011 16:03:19 -0000 Hello Angel, Kudos and congratulations are due to you for grasping the bull by the horns. You can tell your husband from me that he should be very grateful and he should work a lot harder at this. Angeloftheknight wrote:- >He wants me to be dominant but wants it done his >way and if he doesn't like what I say it doesn't happen. It seems the problem can be summed in saying he is not being the "knight" in this relationship at all. A "knight" submits to his lady and does not dictate the terms. >I had never heard of bdsm or anything else till I met my >husband. About 18 months ago my husband had a bout of >depression and came to Me to talk. He may need to do a lot more talking to determine precisely what he does want. It may be that he needs to seek help getting over his depression (and more) with a kink friendly therapist before he is ready to play politely. >He explained that although he has a dominant mind his true >desire was to be a woman, a submissive sissy. He had secretly >been crossdressing for years to get a sexual kick. They are three distinctly separate issues. Becoming a woman is one thing, and it may be a bit late in life for him to consider truly changing his gender but it's not out of the question. Being a submissive sissy is quite another thing, which takes a lot of devotion and obedience - not just submitting to the things he wants to do. Crossdressing, just for the kick of it, is quite different again. If he sees it as a reward then you can let him have some of this as a treat in the bedroom. Or if he wants to be humiliated with it you can "force" him to do it and clean house when the kids are away with grandparents. >I have had to learn what a sissy, submissive, dominant and >everything else was to get this far. And you've done very well. There are a lot more resources for you on the DOMestic site, and there is much useful stuff by myself and others on the site that you would do well to read. Go to the front page of the blog at www.u4ds.com and then scan down the menu on the right hand side to topics like.... Communication / Introducing Wife to FemDom Communication / Slave not submissive Communication / Wife understands Learning / Training Hubby One author on the blog you would do well to read more of is Madamplz. To paraphrase a Madamplz dog training metaphor - it seems that your doggy thinks he is training you. You need to change his mind about that! >Problem 1. My husband will only submit to things he thinks will >benefit him. It's all about what he can get out of the sexual >side of things. Tell him that this is no good to you and that you intend to take doggy's ball away until he begs for you to play, and will play your games by your rules. If you have a password then take a look at the thread "the skills to become dominant" at:- http://u4ds.com/2007/10/the_skills_to_become_dominant.shtml Where Madamplz wrote:- >"It may very well be that all he really needs are a few well >placed corrections to lose that aggression. People who bully >to get what they want respond very well to sharp correction without >attitude. That can be developed as her awareness of what >dominance is develops." -snip- >"When I was actively training animals I noticed that you could >take a dog with very dominant instincts and teach him to >accept the trainer as pack leader. It didn't necessarily mean >that dog wouldn't challenge the pack leader from time to time >because that's also a part of pecking order survival. But as >long as pack leader continued to act in the capacity of pack >leader, those challenges wouldn't go very far. Usually a stern >word, a leash correction, a refusal to engage, and sometimes >physically putting the dog down to bare his belly would end >the challenge. You need now to develop a plan of action to implement as described by Madamplz in that thread. So first tell us all on the blog/list more about what it is that you want to actually happen. How do you see the relationship working to suit you? Once we know what it is that you actually want to do, and how you would like to do it, we can probably tell you how to go about getting what you want. Angeloftheknight wrote:- >Problem 2. I cannot get him to stop downloading sissy pics and >pictures of sexy looking woman who he alleges he wants to look >like. Are you suggesting that you don't believe this and that you think he's just downloading wanking material? >Any ideas, advice or tips would be greatly appreciated. I think that we first need to develop your plan to cure problem one, and then ordering how he uses the computer in future will just be a detail which becomes a lot easier. sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.shtml * * * next message * * * Re: C: submits only if done his way http://u4ds.com/2011/11/submits_only_if_done_his_way.shtml Date: 4 Nov 2011 16:53:36 -0000 From: Angeloftheknight Christine wrote: >Once we know what it is that you actually want to do, and how >you would like to do it, we can probably tell you how to go >about getting what you want. All I want from this is a more attentive husband who puts my needs first, makes me feel wanted, loved and appreciated as a sexy, attractive woman. Instead of the woman who is there to be used to indulge his fantasies. My husband has had help with his depression and is much better now. I love tease and denial (my husband hates it) humiliation is something we both enjoy, light bondage and 'forced fem'. As for downloading pics, when I first moved in with my husband he was using pics to wank to, up to 5 times a day. He has since stopped wanking to pics but still gets incredibly turned on by them and looks at them for hours at a time. Hope this helps. Angel * * * next message * * * Re: C: submits only if done his way http://u4ds.com/2011/11/submits_only_if_done_his_way.shtml Date: 14 Dec 2011 22:39:16 -0000 From: Susan I think your husband wants it his way because he has not realised that when he tries to get it his way he does not get any of what he wants. As Christine suggests, I think you should make it plain to your husband that you would like him to be a submissive sissy and you will help him be one but only on the strict understanding that you choose how he is submissive. Tell him that it is not submissive if he is telling you how he is going to submit. Tell him you want to do it your way for a month and he must agree to doing it your way for the month. Tell him that if at any time within the month he objects then you will immediately stop helping him to be a submissive sissy and you will never again indulge him in this respect. Tell him that this condition is so important that you will only have the one month trial if he signs to say that he fully understands the condition. Explain to him that at the end of the month you are quite happy to discuss with him what happened during that month and you will decide after that discussion whether you will continue to teach him to be a submissive sissy in the way that you want which may or may not include any element of what he thinks should happen. Explain that if he does not then agree to continue on the basis that you are the one who decides what will happen you will not continue on this path. Remind him that he is extraordinarily lucky that you are prepared to work at this for both your sakes but that you need to make it work for you otherwise there is no reason why you should do it and you are certainly not taking on some new behaviour that gives him all the benefits and you none. Take control of the computer, get him to wear a chastity device, make sure you control his orgasms and that they only happen in a manner that pleases you, when you are present and directing them. Read and absorb everything that Madamplz and Christine have written because they both have enormous experience. * * * next message * * * Re: C: submits only if done his way http://u4ds.com/2011/11/submits_only_if_done_his_way.shtml Date: 25 Nov 2011 05:28:02 -0000 From: lowill i can be a slave * * * next message * * * Re: C: submits only if done his way http://u4ds.com/2011/11/submits_only_if_done_his_way.shtml Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 18:07:43 -0000 From: "David" at u4ds.com Hello, lowill wrote: >i can be a slave 5 words is very short for a post to any forum. Would you care to say a bit more than that lowill? Regardless of how short the post is, raising the topic of "being a slave" in this thread makes me wonder if perhaps I should put a cat among the pigeons :-) Perhaps "lowill" you are Angel's husband telling us and her in this forum that you could be "a slave" for her? Are you perhaps suggesting that currently you are a submissive trying to get his needs met, and that what the ladies say they want is a slave to obey them? Are you telling Angel to do as Susan and Christine have suggested and lay down the law and demand your obedience? sincerely, David at Ms-Christine.com Download "Prickteasing" by David at:- http://www.u4ds.com/manuals * * * next message * * * Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On... http://u4ds.com/2009/11/aarkeybabble_chastity_heaven_r.shtml Date: 16 Nov 2011 16:43:23 -0000 From: Aarkey FYI - here's another reviewer of a similar product: "Longterm Chastity Devices - The Queen's Keep, A Review" (links were posted and display on the DOMestic blog) * * * next message * * * X: quiet DOMestic at yahoogroups http://u4ds.com/2011/12/quiet_domestic_at_yahoogroups.shtml Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 16:07:38 -0000 From: "earl" Mrs (and Mr) Christine, Why has this site gone quiet? (posted by "earl" via yahoogroups) * * * next message * * * Re: X: quiet DOMestic at yahoogroups http://u4ds.com/2011/12/quiet_domestic_at_yahoogroups.shtml Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 17:00:30 -0000 From: "Christine" at MsChristine.com Hello Earl, you wrote: >Mrs (and Mr) Christine Cute! But I'm actually "Ms Christine" (not Mrs) - the clue is in the domain name MsChristine.com - but I don't mind you calling David "Mr Christine" - that has a certain amusing appeal :-) you asked: >Why has this site gone quiet? As you posted your question via yahoogroups, which is where we send the infrequent email digests - you may not be aware that DOMestic is still alive and well and much more frequent here:- http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/ Many prefer the shorter URL for quick and easy access straight to the DOMestic latest posts including the reader replies here:- http://u4ds.com/replies.shtml Or you can follow DOMesticFemDom on Twitter here:- http://twitter.com/DOMesticFemDom The quickest and primary way to interact with DOMesticFemDom is on the web by using the Newsfeed at:- http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/index.xml which gets you the individual messages immediately they are posted. As Email is so old technology nowadays, and incoming email is blocked by so many systems, we have had to prioritise the methods we use for sending out DOMestic to the modern ones that people use most. When we have too much work in our other life we still edit and send DOMestic individual posts out using the methods above, but the email digest has to wait until we have the time to put one together. So don't wait for us to send you the nowadays infrequent DOMestic digests via Yahoogroups or Topica. Get your DOMestic posts the very minute they are edited and posted by us. You can get help using DOMestic NewsFeeds at:- http://www.mschristine.com/newsfeed.shtml There is no longer any need to ask us why you have not received an email digest because it is easy for you to check yourself when the last digest was sent out in the sidebar here:-. http://u4ds.com/ sincerely, Christine at MsChristine.com You can support DOMestic at http://u4ds.com/password * * * next message * * * Re: X: quiet DOMestic at yahoogroups http://u4ds.com/2011/12/quiet_domestic_at_yahoogroups.shtml Date: 27 Aug 2012 17:24:19 -0000 From: MsHourglass It seems like I am no longer getting the digests. Best wishes. MsHourglass * * * next message * * * Re: X: quiet DOMestic at yahoogroups http://u4ds.com/2011/12/quiet_domestic_at_yahoogroups.shtml From: "David" at u4ds.com Date: 27 Aug 2012 17:34:49 -0000 Hello MsHourglass, you wrote: >It seems like I am no longer getting the digests. Don't wait for us to send you the DOMestic digests. Get your DOMestic posts the very minute they are edited and posted by us. You can get help using DOMestic NewsFeeds at:- http://www.mschristine.com/newsfeed.shtml The email address you posted from is not subscribed to any email list here. So I'm guessing you are still subscribed at another address and that you have received the last digest in January. As you can read here... http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.shtml digests are nowadays occasional and infrequent, so you probably have not missed any. 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If you don't have a password you can search at least 3 months of DOMestic using the search box at... http://u4ds.com/ sincerely, Christine at u4ds.com You can support DOMestic at http://u4ds.com/password * * * next message * * * S: Jim's Story - part thirty-six http://u4ds.com/2011/12/jims_story_-_part_thirty-six.shtml Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2011 09:23:21 -0500 From: randolphus Jim's Story by randolphus part thirty-six Back to Work Sarah and I ride together to the office. However, I drive and Sarah rides in the back. We arrive early but many of the other employees have seen this and it just adds to my humiliation. I returned from cleaning the rest room to report to Carmen. I saw her standing outside of my office and I went to her. She said: "You have to report to my cubicle, go there now or you will be late." I saw they were taking my desk apart. I said: "What are they doing to my office?" Carmen said: "Go stand in my cubicle now!" I said: "Can't you tell me what's going on?" Lisa and Jan were walking by and Carmen said: "Lisa, Jan, will you escort Jim to my office. He has to stand facing the cubicle wall and wait for me." Jan took my arm and I was excited and worked up but I wasn't going to struggle with my staff. Lisa took my other arm and I was escorted to Carmen's cubicle. Jan said: "You have to stand here and there is no talking and moving." Lisa said to Jan: "Why can't he talk?" Jan said: "Carmen always tells him that." Lisa said: "Do we have to stay here and make sure he doesn't move?" Jan said: "No Carmen will take care of him." I was burning up with humiliation. I was an object to these women. Maybe about twenty or thirty minutes later Carmen arrived and said: "You are in serious trouble, you not only didn't report here like you have been told to do, you disobeyed me when I told you to come here and you tried to aggressively question me." She didn't ask me a question. Carmen said: "You have nothing to say?" I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen." Carmen said: "Come with me and I'll show you your new furniture." I followed Carmen, I was very apprehensive. She said: "You have a new stand-up desk. We decided you've been sitting too much. These chairs in front of the desk are for your visitors, you may not ever sit in them." I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen"; the furniture was dark wood, seemed to be very good quality, I was impressed. She said: "Go back to standing in my cubicle; I'm deciding what to do about your bad behavior." I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am;" I wanted to seem contrite. I stood for another twenty or thirty minutes waiting for Carmen. She said: "You're going to be caned in the conference room. I can't manage you when you won't do what I tell you." I heard her making a call, I think to Peggy. She said: "He's standing here facing the wall." She listened then said: "That'll be fine, the more the merrier." Carmen said: "Our whole department will witness your caning. Peggy and Sally will be there too." I wanted to die. 'How can this be happening?' I thought. We walked to the conference room, me behind the sexy Carmen. Only Sally was there, she had brought the cane. Carmen said: "Go to the end of the table and take off your pants and underpants and bend over the table." I said: "Yes ma'am;" I knew that the whipping paled next to the humiliation but I knew that Carmen would whip me hard enough so I would lose my composure. I hope somebody sits on me and muffles my screaming and crying so a shred of my dignity will be saved. I could hear people coming in and talking. It was a happy event, getting out of working and seeing a spectacle. Peggy came in and the room got quiet. Peggy said: "This is not the first time Jim has been caned in this room on this table. But we want to start a new policy. As you know Jim is accountable to every one of us here. We expect him to do many different things and Carmen has been trying to keep tabs on him by herself. From now on, I would like all of you to pay attention to Jim's work and his behavior including any lack of respectful behavior and report it to Sally. If you wish you can report it anonymously. Periodically we will invite Jim to a meeting and Sally will report to Carmen the complaints from you and she will administer the correction." Carmen said: "Jim has become disobedient and we can't have that, would someone please volunteer to sit on him?" Lisa said: "I'll do it." Lisa it turned out was wearing a full skirt so it completely covered me; I was in a warm dark tent of privacy, like an ostrich with its head in the sand. And I was completely seduced. Carmen said: "Jim isn't very brave when he is being caned so don't be disturbed by his crying and pleading." And Carmen struck a very hard blow; and another until I counted about thirteen when she stopped. But Lisa didn't get off. I listened and there was a discussion going on if I had gotten enough strokes. Then they talked about different numbers of strokes for different offenses. They calculated that there were three offenses, late for cleaning the toilets, because I hadn't gone to the right place and I didn't go there when Carmen told me to, and aggressive questioning. Everyone it seemed had an opinion but a consensus formed around twenty-five strokes with credit for the ones I had gotten. Carmen resumed the caning, each stroke harder than the previous. I screamed and cried but it was muffled by Lisa's skirt. Lisa got off me and I noticed that she was very pretty. Carmen said: "Stand up and face the wall!" I found it painful to move but I did and said: "Yes ma'am." It seems that Carmen and Sally and Peggy were talking. Peggy said: "Sally you should note the suggestions for the punishments that were made and you and Carmen can discuss and refine them. Maybe we can institute a fixed number of strokes for each offense." Sally said: "I'll work on that; that should improve his behavior." Peggy and Sally left. Carmen said to me: "See what you caused to happen?" I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen." Carmen said: "You'll probably get caned every week." I agreed with her assessment. Carmen said: "You can pull your pants up and go stand in my cubicle." I said: "Yes ma'am." I stood in Carmen's cubicle for another half hour. When she came back Carmen said: "I told Peggy that I thought this might be a bad idea but she liked it very much so now you will have to live with it. Every one of the ladies here can rat you out for a spot on the mirror or their favorite tampon being out. You can't defend yourself, there's no appeal, its just strokes. You could end up getting fifty or a hundred strokes, it's crazy." Carmen is such a good manager that she is now worrying about my welfare. I only wish I could stop standing here. Carmen said: "This is all your fault." I thought her frustration was that she lost her autonomy dealing with me. She has to at least share with Sally. And it was her choice to escalate punishing me. I understand why she is troubled but I'm stuck standing here. And she said it was all my fault because she realizes it's not. Carmen said: "Don't you have anything to say?" I said: "At least you will do the caning." Carmen said: "Why does that make you happy." I said: "I thought it would make YOU happy, Miss Carmen." Carmen said: "It does a little." I said: "You're not happy because you want to decide how much and why yourself?" Carmen said: "Yes." I said: "I think I'm still available to you for whatever you want to do, it's only this special event that's being run by a committee." Carmen said: "No, if you're late coming back from cleaning the toilets, I have to report you to Sally." I said: "Oh." Carmen said: "And Sally will look up what you get for being late and that's how many strokes you get." I said: "Don't you decide how many I get for being late?" Carmen said: "Yes but I don't always give you the same." I thought to myself that Peggy is actually a very observant person, I didn't know if I was being rescued or imperilled. Carmen beats me according to her mood, Sally will always cause me to be beaten the same amount, but now I have nearly ten supervisors handing out demerits. I said: "Miss Carmen is there something I should be doing?" Carmen said: "You want out of standing facing the wall?" I said: "Yes ma'am." Carmen said: "I'm considering leaving you for the night, but I can't fasten you. This is the second time you have made me really angry at you." I felt her take my arm and we went downstairs to the toilet. Carmen said: "You may no longer talk and you can't look at me. If I could take you home I would beat you until you passed out." She is so mad at me but she lets me get on my knees between her naked legs and get inches next to her pussy. Who is using whom I silently wonder? I love this woman and it hurts me that she is upset. Even if she is not physically hurting me, it hurts. Carmen thinks she suffered a political set back and maybe she has it in for Sally. I wish I could talk. I'm patting Carmen dry and she says: "I can see you want to talk, go ahead, but if I don't like it you have to stop and I might find some way to fasten you standing for the night." I said: "Thank you, ma'am. I was reflecting that IT managers hold a lot more marbles than administrative assistants do." Carmen said: "Are you trying to cheer me up?" I said: "Another thing Miss Carmen is you're way prettier." Carmen said: "Alright, you may look at me." I said: "Since I'm a slave, I don't have any standing in saying this: I consider you my protege and I feel that I have learned many things from you and somehow I'm your protege too." Carmen said: "Can I check you out?" I said: "It's okay with me, in fact it's choice one, but consider choice two, you can take me home and tell three sympathetic women what a terrible thing I did today that had unexpected fallout on our favorite lady." Carmen laughed and said: "They'll beat you again, or have me beat you, do you really want more?" I said: "No ma'am; but I'm saying you have to check me out and hope none of them questions me aggressively." Carmen said: "Why? Could they beat it out of you?" I said: "I never lie." Carmen said: "Can I tell them that I'm having an emotional crisis and I need you?" I said: "Yes ma'am;" but if I said I was having an emotional crisis everybody would yawn. I overheard Carmen talking to Betty. Carmen described what went down as: "He went a little berserk, he frightened me and it took several of the programmers to subdue him. As a result, Peggy has taken him away from my authority. And no one else here appreciates how much it hurts." One of the things I learned from Carmen is never to say it's not my fault. Carmen said: "Betty said you have her permission to console me any way you can but she will want a report." I told Carmen that Betty was another Peggy. Carmen and I went to a bar that can best be described as a 'neighborhood bar.' There wasn't a lot of noise, not a lot of people, and mostly not beautiful people - except for Carmen. It does a guy good to walk into a public place with a pretty lady. We ordered beer. Carmen told me about the power struggles the IT department had with Sally and her friends in the ordering and shipping departments. Carmen said that when I came everyone was shocked and stepped back from fighting. Suddenly everyone understood why everyone else was there. "We woke up. We don't know how it happened but we think you did it." I thought that was nice but we're here for Carmen: I said: "Companies live and die on customer service and IT departments are a customer service function, and you have what I call style. You can roll over backwards for the users, or you can be aggressive and defensive, in between there is a sweet spot. You do it better than anyone I've ever seen." We sat very close and Carmen said: "I'm going tell Betty that after one beer you forgot to say ma'am or Miss." I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, ma'am." Carmen laughed: "Would you like to go to my apartment for a little more caning." I said: "Always Miss Carmen, but couldn't we have another beer first." Carmen said: "Is that talking back?" I said: "It's in the ears of the listener, I think." We stayed for three beers. Carmen drove me to Sarah's house and I talked her into coming in. Betty said that no one had dinner yet and a take out order had been assembled and I would go pick it up and serve it, after I provided everyone with some wine. That's how I left Carmen with Betty, Sarah and Kathleen. When I returned the temperature in the room had plunged to minus ten. The icy stares directed at me told me that Carmen had told the story so that I was the evil culprit that caused irreparable damage to the sweet Carmen. I tried to elevate the mood; I curtsied to everyone and offered to refill wine and get water. Betty said: "Hurry up with dinner." I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied to everyone. I very quickly set out plates, glasses and silverware and wine and announced dinner is served and waited on everybody. I listened to the conversation but they were no longer talking about me or work, it was about a story Sarah told. Everyone was talking and laughing and being happy which made me happy. Toward the end of the meal Betty said: "You may clean up then stand in front of the hook in my room." I said: "Yes ma'am." I don't know why but I knew better than to ask. I made as quick work of cleaning as I could so Betty wouldn't be waiting. I went upstairs and stood in front of the hook I had recently installed. I didn't have to worry; I did the waiting, as usual. Betty arrived and fastened a collar around my neck and handcuffed me. She snapped the collar to the hook. Betty said: "I told Carmen that you will stand there all night as she wished. She's very upset about losing a power struggle at work and blames you, and you're being punished. I don't agree with that, but we are grateful to Carmen for taking care of you and respect her wishes." Betty said: "There is no moving until I fall asleep." I wondered if I could sleep standing up and I fell asleep leaning forward against the wall. I woke and my shoulders and legs were sore. I could hear Betty was moving around, so maybe I wasn't permitted to move. I tried to hold still. Betty unlocked my handcuffs and unsnapped me from the hook. Betty said: "Kathleen says you can put the collar on yourself, I expect you to do that from now on." I said: "Yes ma'am." She grasped my arm and led me to her bathroom. I saw she was naked and I liked looking at her. Next I was kneeling on the floor between her knees looking at her pussy. How many more hours of standing fettered against the wall would I earn for kissing her pussy? I didn't want to find out so I kept kneeling. If I hadn't been fastened to the wall I would be bringing coffee now and breakfast would be sitting out. I keep forgetting that these women can read my mind. Betty said: "I want you to tell me your thoughts." I said: "If I wasn't fastened to the wall I would be bringing you coffee now and breakfast would be made." Betty said: "You had to be punished but if there was some way I could have automatically released you an hour ago that would have been nice." I said: "Yes ma'am." Betty said: "I like that you bemoan your punishment not in terms of the discomfort it caused you but the missed services to us from you." I said: "I live to serve you Miss Betty." Betty said: "Well you can serve me now." I said: "Thank you Miss Betty." Betty said: "Hurry up, or you'll be late for Sarah." Betty let me put underwear on her and sent me to get ready for Sarah. read part thirty-seven at http://u4ds.com * * * next message * * * S: The Prisoner - Chapter 84 http://u4ds.com/2011/12/the_prisoner_-_chapter_84.shtml From: Boz 4444 Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 18:10:28 -0000 The Prisoner, by Will Cane Chapter 84 The previous episode, Chapter 83, is at:- http://u4ds.com/2011/05/the_prisoner_-_chapter_83.shtml A tall slim female officer entered with a clipboard and called out a number. The 40 year old female prisoner was still there and with a look of surprise she sprang to her feet and snapped to attention. With a look of some boredom the staff lady informed the woman that she was next for punishment and to follow her. The woman gasped with shock. "But Madam...I have been punished and was waiting to be released," she wailed in desperation. The staff member on the desk searched through her data and was soon joined by the officer with the clipboard. There had obviously been a mistake... but where? It took several minutes to resolve: It would seem that there had been a mix up with the numbers on the shirts and the woman had received a beating that had been ordered for another female sitting in the room. The attitude of the staff was simple: She still had her visit to the punishment room to complete as whatever had happened in error, she had yet to receive the punishment that was scheduled for her. Glancing nervously at the posters on the wall that prohibited any questioning of authority the woman pleaded to be let off as she had already been severely beaten and clutched her still throbbing buttocks in the hope of eliciting sympathy. Just then Chief Wardress Rathbone happened to walk in having obviously overheard the pleading. Her comments were as impassive as her face as she agreed fully with the decision by her staff. She took the clipboard from the officer and consulted the sentence that had been decided. "Add four strokes for questioning authority" she muttered. "And remember that no allowance is to be made for any existing marking from any earlier beating. She obviously has much to learn about the way we do things here. She seems all too ready to blame officers for what seems to be a genuine error on someone's part. I think we should take a couple of these other prisoners along with her so that they can see how she is dealt with and spread the word that we do not tolerate any nonsense in this establishment." She quickly pointed out a girl prisoner of around 20 years and Wendell as witnesses. The officer with the clipboard ordered the now shaking female and the two witnesses to follow her, leading them down the ominous stone stairs into what had been the holding cells. Each had been extended and was now a punishment room. Each was numbered as it would seem that the equipment within varied to accommodate whatever punishment had been decreed. The original doors were still in place but could now be opened and closed from the inside. It was left open as the officer indicated to the prisoner witnesses that they were to stand with their backs to the far wall and facing a padded wooden horse that the victim would have to mount. The temperature in the room was chilling and did nothing to stop the prisoner shaking. There was a strong smell of toilets. The walls were plain brickwork and painted white with a stone floor and high ceiling illuminated only by a small window set high in one wall. When the officer flicked some light switches the area of the horse was brightly illuminated as were the racks of straps, canes and other devices on the walls. "For the benefit of you two" said the wardress, "I will explain the system in here. First the prisoner will strip stark naked then mount the horse. I will secure her to the device with Velcro straps around her arms and legs and finally a thick leather belt will be pulled over the small of her back that will present her buttocks and thighs for punishment." "Right girl, strip off and mount as you did earlier." The woman now knew better than to argue or delay. She quickly slipped off the vest, panties and sandals and climbed up on to the horse. This consisted of a leather covered sloping support for her body that forced her buttocks high at one end and her head lower at the other. Either side and away from the body were padded wooden boards to support her arms and legs. This, with the legs in particular, forced her thighs and knees to be spread indecently wide so that her intimate areas were fully displayed. Even though she was unshaved, her genitalia and anus were fully exposed and it was a measure of the woman's fear of what was to come that this did not seem to concern her. The savage marks of her previous beating were even more apparent and reached down to the top few inches of her plump thighs. Vertically down across the weals were the indentations caused by the seating in the waiting room. Finally the strap went over the small of her back and forced the buttocks even higher. Neither witness dared comment, but they were both puzzled by a stainless steel plate that was fitted to the horse behind the woman's crotch. It led down into a funnel device that pointed down to a stainless steel bucket on the stone floor. Noticing their interest the wardress explained that it was a new idea so that prisoners who were unable to control their bladders when awaiting or during punishment would minimise the unpleasantness for the staff assigned to be there. Wendell immediately realised that this had been the reason for the insistence on them drinking a pint of water when they first arrived and accounted for the smell that lingered in the room. The wardress then took a well worn soft leather ball gag that had been steeped in a jar of disinfectant and ordered the victim to open wide, forcing the soggy smelly ball into her mouth and securing it behind her head. "Believe me, when you two have been through this, or when you think back to your other beatings in the system, you will appreciate being totally unable to move or make the sort of inappropriate comments during the punishment that would earn you extra strokes. The strapping and gagging is something of a benefit." Without any more explaining she picked up a container from the nearby table and lifted out a swab held in a pair of plastic forceps. The smell of strong antiseptic hit their senses. She carefully swabbed a generous amount of the cold liquid all around the inflamed buttocks, thighs and anal cleft. It took a few seconds for the coolness to wear off and the astringent component to kick in resulting in considerable struggling against the straps and much shouting into the gag. She then picked up the clipboard and standing in full view of the victim, read out her sentence for the first time. "Your owners have complained that you have been far too casual about your work for them in the last week and on many occasions have failed to accord them the respect that is required. They believe that you need a good beating to bring you back in line. Their recommendation is for 12 strokes of the medium cane across your buttocks and upper thighs. This has been approved and the Chief Wardress has increased it by four strokes for your earlier dissent. The cane will be administered by Mrs Collins whom I will call in just one moment. This is your opportunity to empty your bladder without attracting any penalty, I advise you to take it." The wretched woman knew that this was no idle threat. There was a silent pause then she released control and the two witnesses saw how efficiently the new device collected the flow. When the somewhat noisy process stopped and just a thin patch of steam came from the stainless steel the wardress picked up the 'phone. "Mrs Collins? Your next punishment is ready when you are Ma'am. She has been told the sentence, the penalties for her dissent and swabbed down. We have two prisoners present who have been detailed to watch by the Chief Wardress." The wardress then took up a position near the door. It took several long minutes for Mrs Collins to arrive, during which the room was in total silence apart from the muffled sobs of the prisoner. As she entered the room the wardress snapped to attention rapidly followed by Wendell and the girl witness. Mrs Collins was a short heavily built woman in her early forties. She had short fair hair and was dressed in a uniform skirt with a short sleeved blouse open at the neck. She was one of the new breed of volunteer ladies and was normally employed as a security guard in a local departmental store. Her satisfaction and enjoyment with her new part time job was not displayed on her severe looking face. Instead, a look of boredom mixed with irritation was the only clue as to her emotions. She clicked her way around the horse in her uniform knee boots carefully observing the woman from all directions then running her finger tips over the weals from the earlier infliction. Using both hands, she pulled the cheeks apart to check how much the strapping had penetrated the anal cleft noting the thin red line caused by the searing ridge before taking up a position facing the woman's head. She then took down an electric probe from the wall rack, adjusted the setting on the handle and reached under the woman to lift her left hanging breast with the tip against the nipple. She had just explained to the witnesses that this was to assess if the prisoner was fully secured and gagged when she pressed the discharge button. A loud muffled yelp was heard through the gag and all of her arms and legs flexed against their securing straps. She then repeated the shock to her right breast and finally by pressing the tip just inside her exposed anus and pressing the discharge satisfied herself that the woman was indeed secured. "Right then girl, you have twelve strokes to take plus four more for your continued stupidity and refusal to obey the rules. The fact that there has been a minor slip up with your earlier punishment is no concern of mine and I will be taking no account of your somewhat tender backside. I intend that you will feel each of my strokes to the full. You two witnesses should pay close attention as you are both due for punishment today and may well be meeting me later." She then unbuttoned her uniform shirt and removed it leaving her heavy white support bra exposed. The shirt, with its damp underarms visible, was hung on a convenient hook on the wall. She nodded to the wardress who closed and locked the heavy door which was a further indication of the total inevitability of what was to happen. She went to the rack of canes and selected a couple of long acrylic ones with moulded handles muttering to the wardress that she found them more pliable and less likely to damage the skin than a bamboo version. She practised swishing both and replaced one on the rack holding the selected one for the wardress to disinfect with the swab that had previously been wiped over the target area. She then moved to the rear of the victim and swished the cane a few times to further enhance her feeling of total vulnerability. Then, with a few gentle taps on the target part of the upper buttocks, the cane was raised back over her right shoulder and suddenly brought whistling down to impact on the already sore flesh. As the second stroke was applied, the first weal was already visible against the already reddened skin. Over and over again the plastic rod was brought down to form another line the sum of which moved inexorably down the plump buttocks towards her thighs. There was no sound from the woman, she had decided on the futility of protest and simply lay there absorbing the pain that had been allotted to her by the system. The final two strokes were laid across the tops of her parted thighs and came close to marking her most intimate area. Both witnesses were unmoved by the suffering they were observing just feet in front of them. They knew that it would be them strapped down later in the day and should they express the slightest sympathy or objection to this prisoner's treatment, they would soon be told to change places with her. Mrs Collins closely examined the now wealed buttocks. She said that she intended to lay the four penalty strokes across the thighs, but as they were well apart this wouldn't be possible. Instead she would lay four strokes across each tightened thigh in turn so that the female would not feel that she had been let off in any way. She carefully took aim on the left thigh and delivered four rapid strokes just below the earlier pair at the overhang of the buttock. She then delivered four to the other side just as swiftly. Without a break she then announced that the punishment was over and that the victim was to be allowed a five minute recovery before being un-gagged and unstrapped and the two witnesses were then to make their own way back to the waiting area. With a brief "Carry on!" to the wardress who was unlocking the door, she departed. Wendell was already seated in the waiting area when the woman reappeared and had to announce her offence and sentence between sobs and sniffles. The duty staff member gave her a clutch of tissues and nodded towards the waiting bench which she sat on with even more exclamations of distress. She was directly opposite Wendell but still had to spread her legs displaying her panty crotch to him. He could only speculate how much extra pain would be caused by the position of having her knees higher than her bottom with all the weight on that area. It would be nice to think that this was the end of this day of suffering for the woman, but as Wendell was to learn when he had a chance meeting with the woman some days later, it most certainly was not. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The woman had told him that, dressed in her ridiculous schoolgirl uniform, she had made her uncertain way back to her owner's house on the 'bus clutching the official looking envelope with her "Report Sheet" inside. She had no intention of sitting down even if that had been allowed. Her owners were a couple in their sixties who had gone to considerable lengths to arrange for "Jennifer" as they called her to be assigned to them. Outwardly they appeared to be your average concerned and caring couple but as "Jennifer" knew only too well, the reality of her position was markedly different. They had both lived abroad and worked for the British Government in several distant places. They had been used to servants and had no intention of giving that life style up now they were retired. The ability to use and abuse a servant was something that they had always hoped for but never fully achieved until now. Jennifer knocked on the rear door and it was opened immediately by "Madam". She was shorter than the average with her swept back gray hair in a bun. She wore half rimmed glasses which conveyed the impression that she might be a school mistress or something similar. Her figure was still slim with matronly breasts obscured by a dark blue dress. Underneath she preferred, as Jennifer knew too well, supporting underwear and stockings from a previous generation. "Well, young lady, you certainly took your time," Madam snapped. "You will make and serve tea to Mr Henderson and myself in the sitting room... and be quick about it!" There was no mention of how she had been treated at the "Local", 'why should there be', thought the woman. They had sent her to be beaten and that was that. Jennifer quickly produced tea and biscuits for two on a silver salver next to an envelope containing her report from the 'Local', then walked into the sitting room to find the Hendersons sitting on a long sofa as she knew they would be. She put the salver down in front of them, backed away, bobbed a curtsy and said:- "Tea is served Madam... Sir." Mr Henderson eyed her up and down in his usual manner. He was tall and well built with grey hair and a weather-beaten face. "Ah yes Jennifer... I had forgotten... you were sent for a beating today in an attempt to sharpen up your attitude to work in this house were you not? I trust they dealt with you as we requested. Hand me your report girl and it had better be complimentary." Nervously Jennifer handed him the envelope with another curtsy before walking backwards to her original position. He opened it and pulled out two sheets handing the second to his wife. He slowly read the report with his eyebrows indicating surprise at some of the comments. "I really can't believe that even you would question the staff Jennifer. I see that you received an extra four strokes for it... I'm surprised that it wasn't more. And all because they made a simple mistake with the first punishment." Jennifer knew that she had to agree and go along with the man's utterly unfair comments. She simply looked at the floor and muttered "Sorry Sir." "Well" he continued, "Let's see what all the fuss was about shall we? Turn around, bend right over and raise your skirt." She did and waited for some indication of sympathy. She realised that her bottle green school knickers that Mrs Henderson insisted she wore covered up most of the buttocks, but surely the weals across her thighs should be visible under the suspenders that reached down to hold the black stockings up. "Mmm... well things look pretty good from here apart from the bruises across your thigh backs and they can't hurt that much even though you richly deserved them. Now," turning to his wife, "What does the other letter tell us?" Mrs Henderson seemed most excited. "Well dear, they are expanding the treatments that they have on offer at the Local. They are training a small number of males in inflicting corporal punishments so you can ask for your servant to be dealt with by a male officer should you feel that to be more effective. You can now send both males and females for 'Genital' punishments and they have trained up some junior nurse volunteers to give a daily cover that they hope to extend to weekends eventually. Routine milkings for the owners of males who find the procedure unpleasant is now available at all the normal opening times and they are considering offering female relaxations, as they call it as well. Now... well... here is something for us... they have permission to introduce breast punishments from the start of next month. Apparently the delay is caused by the time it is taking to train up volunteers. I have often thought that Jennifer here could benefit from such a punishment." Mr Henderson looked concerned. "Did you have your breasts punished when you were inside Jennifer?" Blushing, Jennifer told them that she had received nine breast cane strokes on each breast just the once, and had to explain how three were laid on the upper surface, three on the lower and three across each nipple. He snorted in disbelief. "Yours droop so much girl that I fail to see how they could get the cane to the underside! Let's have a look at them... strip to the waist!" Jennifer knew this would happen, sooner or later he would find some excuse to humiliate or hurt her and all she could do... dare do... was to obey. She quickly removed her tie then her shirt exposing the heavy old fashioned bra that she had to wear above the restrictive white body corset that squeezed her waist so tight. The bra was soon laying on a table with the other items and she was at 'the present'. "There you are," he snarled, "half of the lower surface is clinging to her chest." That was indeed true. She was a large girl in that area and although her breasts were superbly shaped even their owner would agree to a little sag. Mrs Henderson stepped forward, gripped both of the large nipples in a fierce grip with her fingers and lifted the breasts up high. "There you are dear... all exposed on the soft underside." Then she let go suddenly. Mr Henderson stood up and spent several minutes doing the same lifting and then groping her breasts as he usually did. "It would certainly be another way we could keep this girl in check," he mused. "It will be something that we would like to be kept informed about so I think we should reply and express interest my dear." After that Jennifer was left alone and apart from serving dinner she was allowed to remain in her room attending to various sewing tasks. When it reached nine o'clock and she could hear them watching one of their favourite shows on TV she permitted herself some hope that they would forget that this was a Wednesday and that her maintenance beating was due at 10pm. She really didn't think she could take any more as her buttocks and thighs were still sore and throbbing from their earlier treatment. The slightest touch or even sitting on a soft surface hurt like hell. It would be a gamble to ignore reporting to them, but she decided to risk it. Sure enough, the time came and went and nothing was heard from them. Following routine she changed into her pyjamas and prepared for bed ready to spend a restless night of lying on her front. At ten thirty precisely the call bell by the side of her bed rang and her heart sank: she was being summoned. Hoping that she was required for some simple task she went to the sitting room but realised from the atmosphere that she was in for it. The TV was turned off and she was told to stand in front of the sofa, yet again. Mrs Henderson started the interrogation in a calm quiet voice that Jennifer knew only too well presaged something deeply unpleasant for her and she was frightened, really frightened. "What day is it Jennifer?" she asked and having received a reply went on to ask "And what time is it?" Having received the answers she then coldly asked: "Jennifer, what are you supposed, no required to do, at exactly 9.45 on a Wednesday night?" Mumbling and shaking Jennifer responded: "Report to you Madam with my maintenance strap in my hand ready to pass it to you." "...and what then?" "Please Madam, I am to go up to your bedroom, strip completely, kneel on the left side of your bed on all fours with my knees wide apart, head touching the duvet and back arched until you or Mr Henderson arrives to give me the beating." "...and during the beating?" "I must remain in position... otherwise penalty strokes will be awarded Madam." Mr Henderson interjected: "Well Jennifer, knowing all this you have seen fit to deliberately flout our rules and instructions... why is that?" "Pp.. please Sir, I have been beaten already today... my bottom is too sore to take any more. Please may I have them on another night instead... Sir?" The couple looked at each other in shock and both commented how insolent she was in deliberately avoiding punishment then trying to wriggle out of it even more. She was told that the state of her buttocks was of no concern and if she really wanted to avoid repeat punishments she should behave better. She was told to leave the room whilst they discussed her fate which she did, standing, trembling with fear, in the cold hallway. Eventually she was called back in to stand in front of them. "Having given the matter due consideration, we have decided that your maintenance beatings will be increased from 8 to 16 strokes for the rest of the month. It is your bad fortune that this is a month with five Wednesdays. Needless to say, double penalty points will be awarded for the month as well should you irritate us on any occasion. It is rather late, but this is a Wednesday and you will now receive your beating. Go and fetch your strap." With a curtsy to them both, Jennifer hurried up to her room, took the wretched implement off its hook and on returning to the sitting room presented it to Mrs Henderson with yet another curtsy of submission. She was told to follow the normal instructions, go to their bedroom and to grip the strap in her teeth when in position. It took but seconds for her to strip and mount the bed. She felt the tightness of her flesh renewing the persistent pain as she bent into the required position. By twisting her head she could see herself in the mirror and just how blatantly she was displayed along with the weals and bruises that the Hendersons had yet to see. For one brief moment she allowed herself to believe that they would take pity on her when they saw how tender she was and not carry out the punishment, or at least, reduce it to something with which she could cope. She soon came back to reality and realised that the marks were more likely to inflame their sadism rather than reduce it. There was no clock so she could not tell how long she was waiting. She knew that one of their tricks was to keep her in suspense far longer than necessary but not daring to move in case they suddenly burst in, as they had on more than one occasion hoping to find her out of position and therefore liable for penalty strokes. She found that biting on the strap to retain it in her mouth soon had her tongue tasting the oil that had been lavishly anointed by herself. It was making her salivate for some reason but she dare not remove it even for just one second in case they came in. After fifteen minutes of holding the humiliating and difficult position and dribbling into the strap the door opened and she heard them walk into the room, closing the door behind them. She knew that she was theirs to do with as they wished. Mrs Henderson was the first to speak: "My... my... girl they really give a good thrashing at the local don't they! You must be quite sore." She then slowly dragged her sharp finger nails up and down her cheeks digging into the weals so that Jennifer flinched. "Keep still girl, you are in enough trouble without making things worse for yourself! Do you really want some penalties?" She then gave half a dozen sharp slaps to both buttocks knowing that the condition of her target would greatly increase the pain level. All that Jennifer could do was to bite even harder on the oily and now wet strap. "I think that we will start with four strokes from me and then four from my husband. Normally that would be the end, but of course you are on an enhanced maintenance beating for tonight and the next four weeks. Just in case you are expecting any sympathy let me remind you that any insolent exclamations or undue movement will most certainly result in penalty strokes as normal." Jennifer knew from previous beatings that this was no idle threat and that her owners would be looking forward to finding some small fault that would justify even more pain. Mrs Henderson reached round and gripped the handle of the strap telling her to release her dental grip which she did. Mrs Henderson grunted in disgust as she showed her husband the teeth marks and dribble on the strap. She then stood with feet wide, raised the strap back over her shoulder and brought it down over the centre of the waiting buttocks with a dull "thwuck". It hurt Jennifer even more than she expected but she remained in position and waited. The next three followed quickly, all to the same area so that a broad band of flesh felt on fire. She started sobbing knowing that nothing would stop the assault. Mr Henderson laid his four on with even greater force, as he always managed to do. His landed lower down and started to encroach on the tops of her thighs. Her buttocks felt as if a red hot iron had been applied to them. She knew that she had moved during the strokes, how else could she absorb the pain? Whether that would be deemed sufficient to need penalties she would no doubt be told. Just then he ran his hand between her legs cupping her hirsute vulva and slowly introducing a wriggling finger into her intimate folds. By now she should be used to the Henderson's employment of humiliation as well as pain to break her down, but she would never voluntarily agree to these assaults, she would only learn to accept them to avoid more of the same. She well remembered her first few days with them. A couple of the young men from the next door house popped in on some errand. They were fired up on emerging hormones and could not help looking at her large breasts. Rather than telling them to behave Mrs Henderson just grinned at them and said how good it was that they were taking an interest in the opposite sex. She then asked them if they had ever seen a pair of breasts in real life? Mumbling and blushing they both admitted that they had not. Unbelievably Mrs Henderson said that perhaps the time had come to correct that and turning to Jennifer gave a simple command to strip to the waist. Jennifer, understandably shocked, covered her breasts protectively with her hands and shook her head. Mrs Henderson was furious. Telling the young men to wait, she ordered Jennifer down to the cellar and followed her leaving all the doors open. This room was in the process of being developed as a place in which punishments could be inflicted. Taking a thin cane down from the wall rack she ordered Jennifer to bend over with legs apart and grasp her ankles. Jennifer hesitated, but soon complied when Mrs Henderson offered to call the lads down to watch. She then felt her schoolgirl skirt raised and her knickers being snatched down to her knees. Her new owner stood to her side, raised the cane high and quickly laid on five stinging cuts across the plumpest part of her nates. The sound of both the cane and Jennifer's yelps carried upstairs to the waiting pair who looked at each other with broad grins. They had, of course heard stories about the way these prisoner servants were treated but hearing it for themselves was an unexpected treat. It was just a couple of minutes before the now dressed girl came back up the stairs and stood in front of them again. Mrs Henderson apologised for the delay and explained that this was a new servant who had much to learn. She then turned to Jennifer and repeated the order to strip. Sobbing a little and blushing bright red, she obeyed, just lingering for a brief second and looking at her owner in the hope that she might change her mind before reluctantly slipping off her shirt and large white brassiere. She took up the hands on head, elbows forced back and legs apart position without being told. She tried to ignore the throbbing pain from under her skirt as the young men looked over every part of her breasts. "Not the best example of how breasts should look as Jennifer is rather old and overweight... so hers tend to droop more than they should. However, they are a good size and the nipples big and rubbery." She then ordered her to jump up and down so that they bounced and slapped against her chest wall. The movement causing some amusement with her small audience. "It might be a good idea for you two to come round and get some practical experience of what a fully developed female looks like... you know... get to examine her... all over... really thoroughly. Would you be interested?" Their enthusiasm for the suggestion was overwhelming. "Right then, I will arrange it sometime, in the meantime I will allow you both fifteen seconds each to give them both a real feel... and don't forget the nipples." It felt longer to Jennifer. Standing there, frightened to move or object, she had to brace with her elbows hard back as the two young thugs cruelly squeezed and pulled with one hand on each breast. When they had finished, both breasts ached and carried red marks. Just a few days prior to the visit to the local Mr Henderson had complained about Jennifer's weight and said that the time had come to do something about it: Mrs Henderson had agreed and remembered back to the incident with the neighbours. She had noticed how fit they were and had heard from a friend that they regularly exercised in a large gym that had been built for them in a building in their garden. She wondered if perhaps they would take on Jennifer for some really hard physical training so that she would burn off some calories. In return they could use her for some more exploring to increase their knowledge of the female anatomy. With both her owners in agreement Jennifer was informed and still awaited the results of the discussion that she knew had taken place. She could not believe that even the Hendersons would hand her over like a toy to these two young men. The thought of being trained by them with physical exercises until exhaustion was bad enough, but the thought of them having her strip and be intimately groped and exposed for their education, was infinitely worse. The sound of Mrs Henderson slapping her hand with the now warm strap brought her back to the present day. "Well girl, eight strokes to go. We could lay them all over your backside but that seems to be a little too tender, so we will be incredibly kind and lay them on another part of the body. You will therefore take them on your inner thighs which seem to be untouched. Lay on your left side facing away from me and lift your right leg up high to fully expose the left thigh." With some difficulty Jennifer did as she was ordered. The soft white flesh of her plump thigh lay fully exposed. Mrs Henderson raised the strap and brought it hard down across the leg... high up near her exposed crotch. She had chosen the site well knowing just how sensitive the area is to any punishment. Jennifer's instinctive reaction was to lower her right leg to protect it, but she managed to keep her limbs well spread. The next three moved down the thigh three inches at a time towards the knees until the whole area was red and burning. On the command "Change" from Mr Henderson, Jennifer turned on her right side and extended her left leg skywards feeling the abused flesh tighten. She could now see the careful way he caressed the strap in his hands before standing back a little and bringing it down just above the knee. Knowing where the most sensitive spot was he was keeping the best 'til last. The three remainders fell quickly leaving both inner thighs blazing with pain as she was ordered to her feet and told to wait outside the bedroom door whilst they discussed whether any penalties were needed. This was psychology at its worst. She stood on the cold landing frantically rubbing her legs to ease the pain, dreading the call to return, but knowing that she would have to obey and allow whatever the pair had decided, to take place. Eventually her name was called and trembling with fear she marched in, curtsied to them both and stood to await their verdict. They sat side by side on the bed. Mrs Henderson smiled cynically. "Your acceptance of our authority tonight has been barely acceptable, but we have decided to let you off any more strokes. We may need your services later so I want you to kneel at the foot of the bed and await your next order Jennifer." It could have been a lot worse. Usually kneeling at the foot of the bed required her to play some part in the sex that usually followed her beatings. With luck it would be just tidying up afterwards when they were asleep. Without luck she would be expected to join them in the bed and assist in some way as she tried to forget the pain they had caused her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For Wendell, his visit to the local continued in its inexorable way: He had to wait a further ten minutes before a volunteer wardress in her thirties, tall with lanky short blonde hair and an angular face walked into the waiting room and called out his number. He obediently followed her as she almost marched through the building. He was well aware that a word from her would increase his sentence should he show any reluctance or disrespect. He soon found himself in a punishment cell and was mortified to find the two young lady trainees who had watched and assisted with his last milking and humiliation were there to witness this punishment. As he stood to attention awaiting the next order he found their immature grins of anticipation to be more than distasteful. In no time he was totally naked and lying in position with his thighs spread and his head well down awaiting the tightening of the Velcro straps. His painfully sore penis with its retracted foreskin rested against the cold steel of the urine trough which he felt almost soothing, but he knew from the formal thrashings he had received when in the Correctional Centre that this would be a short lived relief. The two girls were allowed to assist in fastening the restraints which they did using all their strength to bind him securely to the horse. The wardress retrieved the gag from the disinfectant jar and pushed it into his mouth fastening the straps behind his head. He had no idea what the liquid was that it had been steeped in, but it tasted foul and smelt even worse. Rather than hurry the proceedings the wardress took the time to show the girls the various canes, straps and paddles that hung on the racks and described how they were used on the male and female victims that were brought into this place of discipline. They seemed to take great delight in flexing and swishing both the rattan and plastic canes whilst speculating on how painful they were to receive. They even tried hitting their free hands with a few implements and emitted frequent exclamations that indicated they were experiencing the effects for themselves. "Now boy," the wardress said to Wendell. "This is the time to relieve your bladder without incurring any penalty strokes. I strongly advise you to do that." Just then, the elder of the girls reached between his thighs and grasped his dangling tender organ between her thumb and fingers and started to shake it hard which, as well as being painful, also reminded him that his bladder was indeed full and that he would have to relieve himself in front of them no matter how disgusted and humiliated it made him feel. Even the act of passing water proved to be painful, especially with the girl gripping the shaft and waiting to direct the flow, but at least it wouldn't count against him he acknowledged to himself as he relaxed control and the urine flowed freely into the stainless steel trough. The action was greeted by sounds of disgust from the two witnesses who then asked if they could swab the area to be punished. It was the younger girl's turn to torment him. She took the forceps in her hand and swished the swab around the bowl for some time before bringing it still running to his buttocks. It was ice cold and smelt more like a commercial or industrial product than one for sensitive human skin. She allowed it to run down his buttocks and particularly into his anal cleft where it stung his anal region savagely. Having wiped it generously over both buttocks and thighs she drew it down through the anal cleft and then wiped it around the exposed tip of his penis rubbing his organ against the steel of the trough. The skin in that area was already raw, and as she hoped, the liquid added greatly to his suffering. Eventually the volunteer wardress picked up her clip board and read aloud to him: "Your owner has complained about your frequent requests to be milked, a procedure that she finds revolting. To discourage this in the future she has asked that we milk you here, which I note has already been done, and then inflict a paddling and dose of the cane. I see that we have approved thirty swats of the small paddle to be followed by sixteen of the medium cane. The lady scheduled to punish you is rather busy and has therefore authorised me to lay on the paddle, she will then come here to lay on the cane." Wendell lay there fuming at the injustice. He had mentioned milking just the once and to have him beaten for that one time was a total injustice... not that he was even in a position to comment, let alone complain. She went on: "I have been given permission to allow these girls to practice with the paddle. I will lay five on each cheek and then they will do the same. Needless to say, any whacks that I consider to be too light... will be repeated." The wardress selected a heavy rubber paddle from the rack. It had a wooden grip with the oval shaped business end somewhat larger than a hand. It was over a quarter inch thick and not very pliable as she demonstrated by flexing it in front of him. She could just as easily have selected one of the smaller lighter paddles so her choice demonstrated that Wendell should not expect the slightest consideration, let alone mercy from the woman. Playfully slapping it across the palm of her left hand she told the girls that she had chosen that particular paddle because she needed to "tenderise" the whole of the buttock area so that the relatively minor caning would have the maximum effect. Much as she would prefer to land the paddle on the same spot every time, even to giving the whole thirty strokes to the same spot on the same buttock, she would have to spread them around or risk displeasing the wardress who would eventually arrive to lay on the cane. She said that she would give him her ten and then the girls could try their hands. His buttocks were only slightly bruised from earlier beatings by his owner and apart from the vertical indentations from the seating, they had an almost clean area to work on. This did not last long. The wardress laid on five to each side, raising the paddle way over her shoulder and bringing it down to a slightly different target each time with a loud "Thwack". One girl stood behind to observe the marking process and the other squatted in front of his face, not caring that this would allow him to see her panty crotch as she was so absorbed in watching his facial reactions to each impact. The younger girl then went first. She was of a slight build but packed a surprising wallop and she put her whole body behind each stroke of the paddle on the already reddened target. It took less than a minute to complete her allocation and hand over the now warmed implement to her friend. The elder girl stood behind the boy, stroking the palm of her left hand with the rubber as she surveyed the buttocks deciding where she needed to hit. "There doesn't seem to be much colour in his thighs, so will it be ok if I warm them up a little?" she asked with a grin. 'Warming' was hardly the word. She gave five really hard whacks to the upper part of each thigh overlapping the lower part of each buttock cheek. When she finished, her selected area was a much darker hue than the rest as the bruises started to appear. His buttock area still felt as if on fire when he heard the phone being lifted and a brief conversation imparting the knowledge that he was ready for the cane. There was a long wait during which the wardress explained the finer points of how severely the staff laid on the cane in the local. She said that the unofficial motto was that if you laid it on hard enough it would be a longer time before a repeat performance would be necessary. In practice however, since the decision as to whether another offence had been committed rested entirely with the owner, this didn't always hold true. What was true is that the fear and apprehension displayed by the repeat offender was certainly increased when he or she had been really effectively thrashed on the previous visit. Just then, to Wendell's horror, the door opened and in walked Mrs Rathbone the Chief Wardress. 'Of all the rotten luck,' he thought to himself. Any other wardress would be strict, but not to the extent that he had heard Mrs Rathbone was. When he saw her selecting a prodder from the rack he knew what was coming and struggled against his over tight straps to move. It was futile and he felt the cold touch of the probe lifting up his scrotum and nestling between his testicles. "Just a routine check to make sure that you ladies have secured him properly" she said quietly. Then pressed the discharge button. To the captive male it felt as if he had been kicked in the balls. He strained against his straps and shouted... or at least tried to shout, into his foul tasting gag. It took several seconds before he could relax and open his eyes. Mrs Rathbone stood in front of him towering over his head. "It is the custom in the actual Correctional Centres that formal thrashings are carried out with the Officer stripped to the waist. This emphasises the feminine aspect of the punishment so the victim learns respect for the female in authority. It also," she added with a cold smile to the new girls, "reduces the ladies body temperature a little as a really good thrashing can be hard work and that of course induces sweating." Without any embarrassment she then removed her tie and undid her shirt slipping it off her back to reveal a white heavy sports type bra with her breasts surging over the cups. This was unclipped from the rear with some difficulty and leaning forward she pulled the stiff wired cups free of her breasts and hung it with the shirt and tie on a convenient hook. She was certainly a magnificent sight that even Wendell found impressive. The light brown breasts stood out well, even without support, and were capped with large almost black aureoles and thick black nipples almost half an inch long. She leant forward until they were almost touching her victim and shook them slightly. "Take a good look at them Boy! This is the one time you are allowed to ogle without it resulting in even more pain!" She then stood and addressed the girls: "This will be a formal flogging and it is designed to hurt. If you have any thoughts that you won't like what you are about to see, I would advise you to leave now." They remained motionless and so she closed and locked the door, signalling the end of all hope for the male and walked over to the cane rack. She knew what she was looking for and soon found it. A length of knotted but springy bamboo with a hand grip in rubber. It was forty inches long and about 3/8th of an inch thick not counting the knots. Most of the staff would have chosen a thinner and more flexible cane, but Chief Wardress Mrs Rathbone knew that her inflictions had to be that little bit special to impress the staff and the prisoners with her authority. This might impress the staff, but would be sheer hell for the victim. She squatted down to be level with Wendell's head and held the cane under his nose. "You will be feeling this in groups of four strokes, I will allow a couple of minutes for the pain to subside between each group. My advice is to remember to breathe and avoid clenching your buttocks as that will only make it feel worse." She then stood, and with a glance at the wall clock, raised the cane over her right shoulder and brought it whirring down to cut across the buttocks just below the top of the anal cleft. The next three fell in rapid succession creating a two inch broad band from the top of the cleft. As the pain reached Wendell's brain, futile sounds of extreme anguish could be heard through his gag. Mrs Rathbone pointed out the different weals that her "special" cane created. Slightly thicker than normal canes and with the characteristic lumps or extra swellings from the knots. She waited for exactly two minutes on the wall clock... then brought the next four strokes slashing down, just below the first ones. "You girls can now appreciate why I checked on his restraints. Believe me, if he wasn't secured he would probably be running round the room clutching his backside and begging for leniency. Feel free to run your finger tips... and nails if you wish, over the ridges." This they did, commenting on how hot the weals felt, particularly the added swellings. Needless to say their nails were scraped along the ridges whilst watching to see if this caused the male any extra pain. It did, but he was so totally maxed out by the cane strokes themselves that there did not appear to be any extra moans or struggles. The next four strokes followed and joined up with the first two searing bands of pain across his buttocks. A period of just two minutes then elapsed with the room in total silence apart from Wendell's muffled moans and the creaking of the straps and frame that supported him. Before laying on the final four Mrs Rathbone carefully examined the area available. Rather than lay another band to join the others she prodded the tip of the cane against the lowest part of the buttocks and upper thighs that were unmarked. "It would be a pity to let this soft spot escape the rod," she mused, "but we had better first re-position the thighs so that I don't catch the scrotum by mistake." By winding a handle low down on the left of the frame the supports on which his lower legs were strapped were brought closer until they were almost touching. This had the desired effect of shielding his testes but raised his buttocks, tightening the skin around the lower area. Sensing what was to come, the male was now shivering with fear and his entire body covered in a cold damp sweat. There were no more words. The rattan cane was raised high over Mrs Rathbone's sturdy shoulder and brought whirring down across the vulnerable flesh. Three more strokes quickly followed to cover a band of just two inches or so of the most sensitive part of his legs and backside. The cane was then immediately placed back on the rack and the Chief Wardress was about to depart when the duty wardress raised a query. Needless to say, not one of the females was even looking at the shivering moaning male as their interest had ceased with the final stroke. "With respect Ma'am," the young wardress said, "I am trying to complete my punishment assignments so that I can become fully authorised to punish these wretches myself. I have noted that Wendell's owner has kindly ticked the box that would allow us to use him for staff training and wondered if you would allow me to lay on one of the punishments that I need to complete. You could, perhaps, sign me off if I administered it to your satisfaction." Mrs Rathbone, struggling to replace her support brassiere picked up the clip board and examined it and turned to the two young witnesses: "Mmmm, you see girls, we have recently included a box for the owners to tick should they be happy for us to use their prisoners for a little extra staff training. There have been comments that owners who ticked it thought that they were simply agreeing to the actual punishment being used for training rather than anything extra but that is hardly our concern. In Wendell's case the box is ticked and we can use him as we wish, should we choose to do so." She then asked the wardress what she had in mind. It seemed that she had yet to lay on a hand punishment and following a brief glance at the wealed and reddened buttocks in front of them, laughingly agreed as at least that part of him was still unmarked. Wendell could not believe that his agony was not yet over. He had no idea what a hand punishment entailed, perhaps it was being slapped by the wardresses hand? Maybe his face? Whatever the area it would be better than taking any more pain to his rear. He soon found himself unstrapped, un-gagged and somewhat unsteadily, at attention taking great care not to follow his natural instinct which was to try and rub away some of the pain. He was still damp with sweat and rather paler in complexion than normal, but all of these signs were perfectly normal to the two staff to the extent that no comment was necessary. Needless to say, the two female visitors had flushed faces and shining eyes that seemed to indicate their continuing excitement at his vulnerability and pain. Mrs Rathbone, now fully dressed briefed the wardress and explained to the visitors: "The hand punishment, is really a relic of the old style school punishments where a strict mistress would keep her charges in line with a cane. What I want to see is a more penal version of that punishment. I expect to see five firm strokes of a suitable cane laid on across the fingers and palms of this boy. He will take the strokes without any attempt to avoid them. This is in itself, a good test of his acceptance of the wardresses authority as he will see everything in front of him and be obliged demonstrate his acceptance of her authority by not moving his hand in the least, even though he knows it will hurt like hell... or should do if she lays them on to pass my level of satisfaction." And then turning to the young and very eager wardress:- "Now... which cane will you select? It will of course be much lighter than the one I have just used but not as light as say one of the ones that we will be using when we are approved for female breast punishments. Anyhow, the assessment starts right now so off you go!" With a confident smile the young wardress went over to the rack of the lighter canes, took down several and practised swishing them several times before selecting a very flexible plastic rod about two and a half feet in length and a quarter of an inch in diameter. She then addressed Wendell: "Right boy, you will now experience a hand caning from me, not because you have committed any crime but simply because I need to demonstrate one to the Chief Wardress here. I intend that it will hurt, but should you try to avoid any stroke you will still receive that stroke and a penalty one in addition. Throughout the punishment you are to watch the tip of the cane wherever it is and your eyes are to remain open. You may brace yourself when you see me bringing it down but nothing else. There will be no rubbing hands during or after the last stroke has been given. I will accept a little movement after each stroke, but you will have your hand back in to the correct position within ten seconds or that stroke will be repeated. Do you have any questions?" A forlorn Wendell assured her that he had not. "Stand with your feet apart, left hand behind your back, right hand in front and parallel to the floor." She then used the tip of the cane to lift his hand to the required level. "Fingers together and fully outstretched..." She stood to his right about four feet from his hand to ensure that the tip would hit the target, raised the cane back over her right shoulder and brought it whistling down across the fingers just below the first joint on the index finger. Wendell was appalled how much it hurt. The pain seemed instantaneous and he had just got his hand back to the required level when the second stroke hit just where the fingers join the palm. He did not need to be told that the wardress was out to impress. Strokes three to five landed across the plump palm area, the last taking in the thumb root. His whole hand was now an excruciating pad of pain as he followed instructions and placed it behind his back and offered the left one for punishment. The two visitors stood just feet away to his front. Both were still flushed with excitement and watching every whistling descent of the cane. Perhaps it was because he was right handed and therefore the skin on that hand was a little more hardened, or perhaps it was because the wardress was laying on even harder to the left hand, but the fingers and left palm felt even more painful as the strokes fell. By the time the last one had landed the tears were running down his face much to the visitors amusement. But at last it was over... or so he thought. The unsmiling young wardress replaced the cane and came back to his part of the room clutching an old fashioned wooden school ruler. Not one of the modern plastic jobs, this had been kept as some sort of memento and Wendell wondered what for. He was soon to find out. "Now Ma'am," the eager young wardress went on, "as you well know the school mistress of old also had an alternative to the cane. Cheeky young males could also expect to have their knuckles rapped and I hope that you don't mind, but I found this ruler in a junk shop the other day and thought that I would include that discipline with my hand punishment routine. It wasn't a punishment that any of them looked forward to but I'm sure that its use was beneficial to improving overall school behaviour." Mrs Rathbone was impressed. She inclined her head to indicate her acceptance of the wardresses views, her purchase of the implement and its intended use on the boy. The young wardress again now stood to his right. Ordered him to extend his hand with the palm down. She then adjusted the height by tapping it with the heavy wooden ruler and then brought it down in a sharp flick to crack flat across his knuckles. It took a few seconds for the pain to hit his brain, during which time he had noticed the ink stains and scribbled name of its one time owner on the ruler. He thought that no pain could exceed that of the cane across his fingers... but he was wrong. It was a duller more sickening pain but had a new height of intensity. Without thinking he snatched his hand away and rubbed the knuckles violently with his other hand. "Well boy," his tormentor remarked, "that disobedience was very silly. I appreciate that this must hurt and I was going to go easy on you, but now you will have to take... without movement... that stroke repeated to your right knuckles and then two to your left hand knuckles." It took only a couple of minutes to hit him with the wretched ruler the three times she had promised. Each time the loud crack signalled the numbing pain that he had to fight against to remain in position. He certainly felt for the previous generations of males who were obliged to stand and take such knuckle aching cracks from a stiff and starchy school mistress, probably in front of several other boys and girls who must have flinched each time they heard the noise in case they might be next. Naturally, neither Mrs Rathbone nor the girls had any such worries and were free to appreciate the effect it had had on their victim. He had been looking round at all of them with concern, but now he had the look of a man terrified about what may come next. His visit to the centre was certainly having the results that his owner had hoped for as he was already planning to avoid another visit in any way he could. He had no need to worry about any further pain or indignities that day. Mrs Rathbone departed having made approving comments as to the abilities of the wardress and the latter was soon escorting him back to the waiting room and the discomfort seats. He had to wait for around thirty minutes, during which he found himself fidgeting to ease the discomfort from the seat and being given disapproving glances by the lady officer in charge. He was then given the envelope containing his report card and told to dress and leave, which he did with some difficulty as his hands were still throbbing and all too sensitive to him touching anything. He departed for his owner's house as rapidly as he could. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And now here he was, days later, in front of another group of ladies who were fascinated to hear of his punishments in the local. Naturally they insisted on closely examining his hands and found the bruising they expected, particularly to the backs. Amanda explained that the night he returned was when he was scheduled to carry out her intimate laundry and she laughed saying how he found the very hot water that she requires her panties and things to be washed in to be even more uncomfortable than usual. Naturally, her sympathy extended to the next day when she had him pruning a thick hedge with a small pair of secateurs that he seemed to find difficult, especially as he wasn't allowed to wear protective gloves. She had to hand it to the staff at the local, they certainly changed attitudes as until today, Wendell had been as good as gold. He would have to be brought down a peg or two in front of the ladies, but first Lang had to be punished for her carelessness earlier. Once more she found herself at the present in front of the comfortably seated guests. Sophie explained how she tried to prevent Lang believing that she was in some way special by dressing her in cast off's from the charity shops. Her panties were the exception as she was made to wear Sophie's from the previous day. I think we will start by having her strip to her underwear so that you can see what I mean. This she did, and Lang was soon standing in front of them, back at the present, dressed only in her ill fitting dingy bra and small white panties. To be forced to display herself in front of people who knew her was almost unbearable, yet it had to be endured as she knew only too well. Having heard the story about the "local" she had no enthusiasm to do anything that would enable Miss Sophie to book her in to their safe keeping. Miss Sophie came straight to the point. Lang had been clumsy and any form of clumsiness by a servant had to be punished. She would normally have waited for her husband to return but decided that it would be better if she allowed the guests to decide how she should be disciplined. But how would that be? To be continued. 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