For many years, since leaving school, Paul was having on/off thoughts regarding female domination and spanking, without really being sure why or where they had come from. But the fascination and curiosity were there and wasn't going away.

He'd not really mentioned anything to his first girlfriend, as he had realised this was not something that most people would probably be interested in, and contented himself with buying the odd magazine and book containing such content. Eventually, however, after his first relationship had ended, he decided to pluck up the courage and try to arrange to visit a disciplinarian.

He had seen a few adverts for female disciplinarians, and was quite taken by one in particular, who sounded just what he thought was needed. A mature mistress, with a very strict and powerful appearance, brandishing a cane!

After a few failed attempts at arranging to visit Mistress Stephanie over a number of months, Paul had finally managed to arrange a visit. It was a fair distance to travel, but this suited discretion and privacy, and the nerves and thoughts intensified during the three-hour journey. All too soon, however, he found himself walking down an unfamiliar street, and knocking on her door, full of trepidation...

He knew, however, that this was very much needed, long overdue, and indeed deserved!

A brief telephone conversation had occurred two weeks previous regarding what may be required, with line writing, spanking, humiliation and corporal punishment all mentioned, to a moderate to hard level, and Paul had been told that it sounded like he needed to be taught a sound lesson, that he wouldn't be forgetting in a hurry. The Mistress had also added that this was exactly what would occur if he was brave enough to report to her.

The door opened after a short wait, and he heard an authoritative "Come In," and there she stood to the side as he stepped in, and the door was closed behind him.

She looked very imposing indeed! Shorter than him, but powerfully built. She wore a white blouse and black skirt, with black leather court shoes. There was no smile. A cold, stern expression.

"Go upstairs to my room," she ordered, as she pointed to the stairwell to the side of them.

Paul obediently walked up the stairs, with the sound of her heels on the wooden steps seeming quite loud, just behind him.

"Get yourself through that door to the left, at the top of the stairs," she ordered.

"May I quickly use the bathroom first, please?" he inquired.

"You may, but quick about it, boy," she answered, pointing to the door opposite.

He walked in quickly to the quite spacious bathroom, and just as he was about to lower his zip, realised she had followed him in, and stopped in his tracks.

In a flash, her hand came up and slapped him across the face, hard and loud. "GET ON WITH IT, BOY!" she bellowed, and stood to the side, hands on hips, glaring at him.

Shocked and embarrassed, Paul took his zip down and began to urinate as Mistress Stephanie looked on impassively, managing a relatively small amount.

"Is that it?" she sneered. "Pathetic!!" "Get your hands washed, then get in my room NOW!" she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," he responded.

He quickly washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom, across the landing, and entered her room, with her following just behind.

As she closed the door behind her, Paul immediately saw a small school desk and wooden chair, with a pen and paper on it, and behind that, a larger desk with a leather chair. On the wall behind the desk, there were several punishment implements hanging on hooks, including straps, tawses, belts, and canes!.

"Stand in front of my desk," she ordered, as she took down a cane and flexed it menacingly.

"Now bend right across it, and we shall make a start. Hold your position, you're getting six!"

He did as ordered, fearful but excited to be finally getting the treatment he'd thought about many times.

She stood to his side and tapped his backside a couple of times before swishing it down sharply.

CRACK!

Paul sprang up, clasping his hands to his backside. "AARGH!"

Mistress Stephanie moved towards him, turned him around, then cracked her hand across his face, harder this time. "HOW DARE YOU!!" she bellowed, at full volume.

"That stroke will be repeated. NOW BEND OVER, YOU WIMP!"

He quickly bent back over, as she stood waiting to the side, with a cold expression, flexing the cane.

"Do not disobey me again, boy. Hold your position until I tell you otherwise or I will double it to twelve!"

CRACK!

The cane lashed down again, right across the middle of his backside. "AARGH!"

Paul managed to stay bent across her desk this time, but it took some effort!.

CRACK!

"AARGH! Please, Mistress," he gasped, as the cane struck again, slightly lower, and he put his hand back, in a futile attempt to rub the pain away, although he managed to stay bent over.

"PLEASE WHAT BOY?" she enquired, with a raised voice.

"You are here to be thrashed, and thrashed you most certainly will be!" she calmly informed him.

"Do not put your hand back again, or you will be so very sorry. I will be dealing with that shortly," she announced

CRACK!

"AARGH." He cried out again as the cane slashed down.

"Keep the noise down boy, this is nothing yet!" she ordered.

CRACK!

"AARGH!" Paul was struggling to stay bent down, squirming around, but just about managed to.

CRACK!

"AAAAARGH!" The cane bit a bit lower this time, and harder, as Mistress Stephanie smiled to herself. She had done this many times to new visitors, and always enjoyed their reactions and struggles.

CRACK!

"AAAAARGH!" he cried out again, feeling his eyes moisten, and reached back to try and rub the pain away from the cruel stroke that had whipped across the back of his thighs.

"STAND UP AND FACE ME, BOY!" she shouted.

As he did so, a hard slap landed right across his face again.

"I warned you about those hands." "Get on your knees!"

As he did so, she went to the wall behind her desk, and took down a nasty-looking tawse from a hook, flexing it menacingly as she approached him.

"Hold out your hand. I'll teach you to put your hand in my way, my lad."

Paul obeyed, knowing what was coming and dreading it.

WHACK! Down came the tawse, whipping across his outstretched palm.

"AAARGH! Please Mistress, I'm sorry!"

" Sorry, boy?" she questioned. "I don't think so somehow, but you most certainly will be when I've finished with you! Now get that hand back up now! You're getting 3 on each hand....at least!"

Paul obeyed, then almost immediately, the tawse was lashed down across his hand with a loud crack.

"AAAARGH Please!"

"Get that hand back up now, boy, and keep the noise down or you'll get double!" she ordered.

With that threat, which he was sure would be carried out, he immediately held out his hand again, and almost instantly, the tawse whipped down across his palm for a third time, slightly harder, causing him to double over on his knees, gasping, although he managed not to shout out this time.

Mistress Stephanie looked down at him impassively, flexing the tawse in both hands. "Yes, my boy, you will learn to do as you are told and take your punishment stoically, or by god i will thrash the living daylights out of you! Now get your other hand up NOW!"

"Yes, Mistress," he meekly responded and held up his other hand.

WHACK! The tawse lashed down again.

"Owww," he whispered, his face etched in pain, but composed himself and held out his hand again.

WHACK! A new streak of fire blazed across his upturned palm.

"Oh god," he quietly uttered.

"Get that hand out!" she coldly ordered, and as soon as he obeyed, she cruelly whipped the tawse down once more, harder again.

"AAAARGH!" he uttered, although not so loudly this time, and looked up at his disciplinarian through watery pleading eyes.

"Oh dear, we don't have tears already, do we?" she said mockingly.

"We have barely started young man! Now stand up, strip to your underpants, and take a seat at your desk as we have a lot to get through!" she ordered, pointing to the small school desk.