Dear Miss - Part 3
By Sir Chaucer
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“Front and Centre!” I demand as you enter my study, you stand there abashed, slightly stooped as I continue “Miss M****, are you feeling ill?”
Your reply comes softly “No Sir, I feel quite well”. Your reply is tinged with puzzlement that I did not tell you to get your bare bottom over my knee for your indiscretions at the party you attended last night, you think I do not know what happened and wait patiently for me to continue.
“Look at you” I say “Five foot six inches and yet with the way you stand, you look more like four foot six inches. You’re slouching girl, Stand Up Straight!”
“Ah, that’s better but I think you’re forgetting your place and training. When you started your employment with me you were a shy little mouse, I showed you how to be proud of yourself, to be proud that you carried the marks of a spanking and I became proud of you. Now?”
I continued “You Are Letting me Down! I think it is time for a reaffirmation of your place in this house! Now undress, I want you standing there as naked as the day you were born!”
I observe you removing your lacy apron and then, more shyly your black dress and hang them over the back of a chair. You are fluttering now and I snap “Your Vest Girl, come on, I order you not to be shy of your body!”
I wait patiently while you take your vest off and expose small breasts with erect nipples. I see you pull your shoulders forward as if to make them sink into nothingness. Next you struggle to remove your stockings and garters, you so obviously kept watching my reaction which was deliberately calm and composed. Your panties gave you even more trouble and you expose your front view and you’re shocked when I suddenly order “Feet together, stand up straight and put your hands on your head!”
You are so obviously quaking now, I can see the tightness in your stomach. The little twitches of muscles all over your naked body as you try to hide behind what you assume to be “Your Shame”. You have forgotten that I see a thin, elegant nakedness which might have been sculpted by David or another artist of the time.
I rise and your eyes dart around seeking a sanctuary but as commanded your feet are firmly together. I come to you and gently touch your erect nipples and say “Look at these girl, what do you call them?”
“Nipples, Sir.” You are still trying to hide them and blush as I continue to play and tweak them sharply and are even more shocked when I ask “What would you call their condition now?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” came your reply and I countered, “They are Erect, it is a natural function, it is beautiful that they stand erect for me.”
I continue as I feel your small breasts. “Look how they’re mounted, these lovely dark rings, they’re known as Aureole and they grow on your firmness.” Squeezing and reshaping with my hands I say, “Now put your shoulders back and be proud of them, they are just perfect for your body shape.”
I see you straighten a bit and quiver as I gently whisper my fingers down the ridges of your rib cage and your stomach tightens even more as I play around your belly button, trace the curves leading to the junction of your legs and return to your prominent hip bones.
You almost smile as I press my fingers into your ticklish place. I continue and you squirm whilst trying to stand properly, I tell you “Here is your stomach, the very centre of your being, you get pleasure from my tickles, be proud, be happy with it, don’t let it sink inwards.” And from there I move slowly further down.
My fingers trace the fact that you have not shaved this morning but at the moment, I do not get cross. They trace between your legs, which are at least a hands-width apart, and spread your labia to each side. I run a finger along the pink split which I’ve exposed and say, “Look, you have some lubrication already. Maybe it’s come from my feeling your breasts or, from tickling your belly. It could even be from just standing naked in front of me.”
“Be proud that you are lubricated ready to accept what I would slide in there, be it a dildo or even my penis, which I must say is throbbing so strongly for you right now.”
Now I grasp your hips and turn you round, I apply pressure to the inside of your legs to force you to stumble and move them apart and then press on your back so you bend and almost fall forward, I tell you to place your hands on a stool and keep your back dipped to present your bottom.
Now you gasp and your head jerks upward as I deliver four heavy spanks, two to each cheek and I say “I see your bottom blushing now, do not be afraid to present it in front of me. Be happy that I am happy with the size of it and they way it absorbs my slaps, the sting of the taswe and switch to show to you that I do love you and only want you to be a good girl.”
I move my attention now between your cheeks and my fingers drift between your anus and vagina. I tell you “Here is your anus, it is one of the exits from your body but, can also give you pleasure.” I remove my hand, don rubber gloves, apply Vaseline to the fingers and continue. “See, I can slide my finger inside and feel you grip me.” I push in to the length of my finger, “do you feel that? Now I pull my finger out and I see your rosebud close like a flower in the night.”
I see you in a state of arousal now, I hear your breath gasping in and out in short panting sounds and I move my attention down your perineum into your vagina. I carry on with my lecture thus:
“Feel here,” as I play feather-like around your most secret entrance “here is your clitoris, it is like a tiny penis and can become erect, you feel me playing with it because I see it is erect now.” Moving my finger firmly into your opening I continue, “Here is your vagina, it can also be named Cunt and you must not associate that word with the shame of it’s modern usage in swearing and insults.”
“In olden days one usage of Cunt was to describe a cover, much in the way that a condom will cover my penis. From that came the association that your Vagina equally covers my penis when it’s stiff and I enter you and give you pleasure. Now rise up, stand straight and I shall commence the second part of your reminder that you are very special.”
I keep my finger inside you as you rise and slide it out as I see you become straighter than you were originally. I think your body is beginning to remember the lessons you learned shortly after I first employed you and I also stand, grasp one of your wrists and inform you, “We will now go into the punishment room where I will continue this lesson with the martinet.” And so saying, I lead you into the punishment room and you do not resist as I raise your arms to the punishment bar and fasten them with the silk covered cuffs to keep you in position.
I come in front of you and ask, “Are you ready?” showing you the many tailed martinet and you answer comes, “Yes Sir” in a small, quiet voice because you are not sure what to expect. You know I can apply it to punish and, you know I can apply it give pleasure and dare not think what is going to happen next.
You did not expect my next statement, which was “If you start to feel excited or an orgasm coming on, don’t hide it, let it come and take you into happiness for your lesson today is to be proud of yourself and I think it is better to be happy and proud rather than sad and submissive.” And so saying I started with the martinet.
Swish, splat as it lands on first one breast and then the other. Not landing in a manner which I usually use, to cause punishment but lighter, the tails flicking the skin instantly, inflaming the nerves just underneath. I concentrate on your breasts for twenty or so strokes and gradually move down your trunk.
I allow the tails to flick upwards to your vagina, to wrap round the tightness of your tummy. From the back the some of the tails brush your “arsehole” while the rest nestle sharply against your vagina. I come to your front and see your face glowing, your eyes half shut and glistening and keep up my assault on your bottom cheeks, your back and your tummy. I allow the tips to curl inside your legs and contact your clitoris and see you wriggle and squirm and hear your gasps as your orgasm increases.
I step to one side, still applying those light lashes and am rewarded by your shuddering and, squirts of fluid from between your legs. I desist and release your hands and guide you to the bed and sit by you gently stroking your hair whilst your breathing returns to normal and through that you hear my voice.
“There now, that part is over, do you think you can remember to be proud of who you are and, to be proud to work for me?” The answer came “Oh Yes Sir, I’ll try to behave and thank you for showing me how I can be better.”
You expect then that its finished but I say “There is just one more thing and that involves the riding crop across your bottom, can you guess why?”
“I think so Sir, is it for my indiscretion in telling a vanilla-person how you punish me in submission instead of telling her proudly how you punish me?”
“Yes, I think that will be twelve of the crop whilst you are standing with your hands on your head, please prepare yourself now!”
I watch as you stand in the centre of the room, feet about a foot apart, hands on your head and I move to a striking position and start.
One… Five, Six and I stop and ask “What do you do if you need to speak to a vanilla person about punishment?” I do not allow your answer yet but, land the next six stroke in rapid tram lines across your now painful globes and then say “Well?”
Your reply comes between sobs “Speak proudly, Sir?”
“I accept your answer, be proud of who you are, now you may dress and go about your duties”
