A further report by Amanda Jones who has already shadowed a Surrogate from Surrogate Discipline Limited and has now spent a week shadowing a Surrogate from sister company Remote Discipline Limited.
The main service provided by RDL is to Mothers who’s daughters have either left home and for instance gone to University or to another city for work and where whilst at home the daughter was subject to her mother’s discipline and the Mother, in particular, is concerned that without the threat and implementation of discipline the daughter’s behaviour will deteriorate. RDL overcomes those fears.
I shadowed Mrs. Karen French who is 34 years old so a little younger than the Surrogates at SDL but then Mrs. French is more likely to deal only with the daughters and have no need to discipline the Mothers.
Mrs. French has what she believes to be a pretty standard approach to the job. “I am polite but firm when meeting what we term the Recipient, in other words the daughter I am contracted to punish. I always dress smartly preferring a skirt that falls to just above the knee, a jacket that can be removed, a cream shirt, long sleeved in winter and short sleeved in summer, and stockings with high heeled shoes for just that extra couple of inches in height.”
Mrs. French certainly looked the part as her phone sounded with the ring that tells her a new assignment has arrived. It is still only ten minutes past nine in the morning. Quickly she reads the text and murmurs, “Ah, young Lucy again, I see.” There is a knowing look from the Surrogate as she goes to her spare bedroom with her bag and I watch as she picks out several wooden backed hairbrushes, three leather straps of differing lengths, and four canes of varying thicknesses and lengths.
Quite an arsenal I suggest. “I like to be sure. Some of the implements can break after being used several times, particularly the hairbrushes, so I like to take enough with me to last the day. I can’t keep coming home after all.”
Well that was true enough. I had already been told we will be making four known stops today and there was always the chance another instruction or two could come through, like Lucy. RDL do have more than one person covering the busy areas though as they fully expect to deal with each new instruction on the day it is received. They are so confident of that assertion that they say they don’t charge if the instruction received by 2.00 pm but not dealt with until the next day. Mrs. French told me happily she had only ever had to deliver one free punishment.
We got in to her car and set the sat nav for the student area of town. “This is a particularly interesting instruction. We are going to a house of six sharers, all girls from different parts of the country. They are final year students and have been together for three years now.”
Initially the contract was with one Mother and her daughter but it didn’t take long for the other Mum’s to enroll and Mrs. French now disciplines all six girls.
So initially just one daughter was a Recipient. It was her first year away and Mrs. French explained that when at home the daughter, Carrie is her name, was spanked about once a week for breaking one of a whole range of pre-set rules. When Carrie first went to University her Mum found it hard to keep track of her and although Carrie assured her Mum she was taking her studies seriously it became clear from the first half terms tests that was far from the case. Carrie and her Mum had a frank discussion. Either Carrie bucked her ideas up or she would be taken out of University.
The trouble was it seems that Carrie had very little self control and was easily led on by her housemates. Come the end of the first term tests her marks had not improved. It was during the holiday break, when Carrie returned home and spankings were once again earned and given, that Carrie’s Mum realised something needed to be done.
Carrie was initially resistant to being spanked saying she thought she was free from being spanked once she had gone to University, and was put out she had been spanked three times in the first week alone of the holiday. Her Mum explained it was intended to remind her who was in charge and that if she studied more whilst at home there would be less likelihood she would break a rule and earn a spanking. The point was well taken by Carrie who asked her Mother what can be done to help her. Carries’ Mum brought out the RDL advert and it didn’t take long to get Carrie to agree to the appointment of a Surrogate.
So today Mrs. French’s first appointment is with Carrie. The car stops outside a large terraced house with a short front garden. Mrs. French takes her bag from the boot of her car and we walk up the path. The door opens before Mrs. French has the chance to ring the bell.
A pretty girl who looked in her early twenties opened the door with almost a smile, and greeted us with an almost cheery, “Hullo Mrs. French, please come in.”
Mrs. French replied with a solid, “Thank you Carrie. Do lead the way.”
We walked in and I closed the door as Carrie disappeared upstairs followed closely by Mrs. French. I noticed a couple of faces peering out from the living room and realised they knew what was about to happen. I followed the others up the stairs and in to Carrie’s bedroom, closing the door.
Mrs. French already had her papers on the table and Carrie was standing somewhat obediently it has to be said with her hands clasped behind her trying to read what was written on Mrs. French’s pad. Clearly she was trying to read what punishment her Mother had determined for her today. I noticed the desk chair was already in the centre of the room, put there by Carrie before she came downstairs, and was within easy reach of a table for any implements to be placed ready to be used.
Carrie had clearly failed to read what her punishment was to be before Mrs. French picked up her pad and turned to face Carrie who was now licking her lips no doubt in anticipation, or maybe trepidation, and breathed deeply, waiting. Mrs. French checked again what was written and then read out the email from Carrie’s Mother. “For going to the pub instead of revising during yesterday afternoon your Mum’s instruction is a bare bottom spanking by hand followed by six dozen spanks using the wooden backed hairbrush, give or take.”
Carrie’s face fell but other than pushing her lips out she said nothing, although it was clear the punishment was worse than she had hoped for.
I noticed Mrs. French did not ask if Carrie was guilty of the charge. RDL’s policy is clearly stated that the presumption is the Mother has satisfied herself before issuing the instruction to discipline and indeed Carrie didn’t even try to contest the charge. The reference to ‘give or take’ is a catch all safety guard for the Surrogate to prevent any suggestion the number of spanks given exceeded the allocation.
Mrs. French put the pad on the table, took her jacket off revealing a smart white short sleeved blouse and I noticed her pearl necklace which made her look rather attractive in a strict kind of way. She turned and went over to the chair, straightened her skirt, sat down, straightened her skirt again, looked at Carrie and ordered, “Skirt and knickers off please Carrie.”
There was still no objection from Carrie as she accepted the sentence, passively removing her skirt letting it drop to the floor, stepping out of her knickers, picking up her skirt and placing both over the other chair. Carrie stood for a moment facing Mrs. French in only a t-shirt, clearly wearing no bra presumably to avoid its tightness around her full breasts hurting her, breathed deeply again, walked to Mrs. French and in one movement put one hand on the far side of Mrs. French’s left thigh grabbing a corner of the chair before easing herself down across Mrs. French’s lap, releasing the chair and allowing both hands to hit the floor breaking her fall, shuffling slightly so she was comfortable, or at least as comfortable as possible one had to accept, before coming to a stop.
Mrs. French placed her open palm on Carrie’s nicely shaped bottom, fleshy enough to roll around when spanked, pert enough to be made very red very quickly.
Mrs. French asked if Carrie was ready, and Carrie murmured a yes in response but with a tone of voice that acknowledged she fully expected the spanking to hurt. Mrs. French rubbed Carrie’s bottom a few times, scolded her by telling her she mustn’t lie, raised her hand, and brought it down hard with a sharp smacking spank. The sound of spank after spank filled the bedroom together initially with the odd gasp from Carrie which increased in intensity and as the spanking continued and Carrie’s bottom bounced and swayed and her lips quivered particularly when Mrs. French spanked the sweet soft spot at the top of her legs and the gasps turned to groans then short ‘ouchs’ and then the unmistakable concession of a sob. I watched a very businesslike Mrs. French spank on and on, not needing a break, her hand getting redder and redder as she lifted it high but apparently not hurting enough to stop, or maybe able to spank through the stinging her hand must feel knowing Carrie was suffering much more.
Mrs. French focused on Carrie’s bottom but also paid attention to the tops of her legs and inner thighs whilst listening to her moans and sobs. I could see the moment Mrs. French decided the hand spanking had taken its toll but the hairbrush was now needed to enforce the discipline. Mrs. French lent across to the handily placed table, picked up the hairbrush, spun it around in her hand so the hard flat wooden surface was pointed downwards, and with hardly a break lifted the hairbrush up and brought it down hard on to Carrie’s already nicely reddened bottom.
The reaction was immediate. The almost controlled quiet sobs turned to shrieks. The tears flowed down her now flushed cheeks, nowhere near as red as her bottom cheeks but no longer the fresh faced clear skin she had before the spanking started. I was now witnessing a young lady who was seriously regretting lying to her Mother. How did I know that? Easy. Carrie was repeating through her cries the words ‘I won’t lie again,’ time and time again and the occasional almost hissed but imploring ‘promise,’ whilst her legs kicked and her bottom squirmed around on Mrs. French’s firm lap as she continued to give Carrie a very businesslike spanking with the hairbrush. I lost count as I concentrated as best as possible on both the intensity with which Mrs. French administered the spanking and the kicking squirming crying Carrie who was plainly wishing she was somewhere else.
Suddenly the hairbrush stopped thrashing down although Carrie’s very red bottom continued to squirm for several seconds until it dawned on her she was no longer being spanked, but the crying did continue. Deep sobs, a heaving chest, a head shaking in disbelief, Mrs. French’s hand still rubbing Carrie’s bottom as she tried to soothe Carrie, a real tenderness, maybe even a Mother’s tenderness. It took about a minute for Carrie to stop crying enough to ease herself up but she knew enough to stand obediently in front of Mrs. French.
Then the words came that Carrie clearly wanted to hear. “You can rub.”
Carrie’s hands flew to her bottom and rubbed and rubbed. Now it was clearer that Carrie wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt as her breasts bounced up and down as she rubbed her bottom.
Mrs. French stood up, smiled, saw Carrie smile back and hold her arms out and threw her arms around Mrs. French’s waist, and smiled broadly when Mrs. French wrapped her arms around Carries shoulders, stroking her hair.
Carrie repeated what she had said whilst across Mrs. French’s lap, “I’m so sorry Mrs. French, tell Mum I won’t ever do it again. I promise.”
Mrs. French kept stroking Carrie’s hair but said sternly, “Carrie, you will tell your Mother yourself, do you hear me young lady?”
Carrie’s face took on a worried look, as though she had said something very wrong, but then realised it was just a warning and said quickly, “Oh yes, sorry Mrs. French, of course, I’m going to tell Mum, of course I am.”
“Good girl,” Mrs. French said grinning a friendly smile.
When Carrie had calmed down sufficiently they broke away from each other. Carrie stood rubbing her bottom. Mrs. French went to the table and filled in the paperwork, leaving a receipt for Carrie confirming the punishment she had been given. She then picked up her phone and sent an email to Carrie’s Mum with copies to Administration at RDL and to Carrie as an electronic confirmation of what the discipline was and the fact it was completed.
Mrs. French put the papers and hairbrush back in to her bag, looked across at Carrie and said, “You be good Carrie, OK?”
Carrie looked at Mrs. French, tears still glistening on her face, and said a wet, “Yes Mrs. French, I will.”
Mrs. French left the bedroom and as she closed the door said to me, “I’ll be back in a week. She just can’t help it.” It turned out Carrie had been disciplined almost every week throughout her time at University, about as often as when she had lived at home. It was a common theme I discovered. There was a pretty constant correlation between how often the girls were spanked before University when they lived at home and the number of times they were disciplined by RDL.
We walked along the corridor and another girl stood by her door. Mrs. French stopped at the girl who said, “Hullo Mrs. French.”
I had wondered how come the next appointment was so soon after the first and that is why. Two girls disciplined in the same house. This girl is Gina, at the same University. Her Mum had seen Gina on one of her friend’s social networking sites and had seen a photo of Gina drunk yesterday night.
Mrs. French walked in to the bedroom and I followed and closed the door. The procedure was similar to what happened in Carrie’s bedroom. The punishment was read out, 100 spanks with a leather strap on her bare bottom. Lighter than Carrie got but Gina’s Mum never spanked as long or as hard as Carrie’s Mum. That is another correlation. Mum’s tend not to be more severe when instructing RDL on the punishment to be administered on their daughters.
Gina slipped off her skirt and knickers and lay on the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her above her head, her legs apart, her stomach lying on two stacked pillows. Mrs. French rested the leather strap on Gina’s bottom, asked the customary, “Are you ready Gina?” and when Gina answered a pensive ‘Yes,’ Mrs. French lifted the strap and with a rush of air the strap flew downwards and wrapped around Gina’s bottom. Gina’s head rose up, her mouth opened as a scream came from her parted lips, her legs kicked, and her bottom bounced upwards.
Mrs. French raised the strap again and another rush of air, the strap caressed Gina’s bottom again, her head rose up, and another scream. This was repeated time and again. Tears rolled freely after about twenty spanks, and still Mrs. French continued. Her instructions were clear. 100 spanks without a break. One spank every three seconds, 300 seconds, so 5 minutes later it was over. Well the spanking was but again the crying continued and Gina’s bottom was red and bruised. Her bottom will be very tough to sit on for quite some time, well after Mrs. French will have left, probably still hard to sit on tonight when Mrs. French was finished for the day. Yes, quite a spanking.
Gina lay on the bed still crying, her hands rubbing her bottom. No maternal hug here. Just the spanking and then Gina was left to tend her own bottom and to think about how naughty she had been. Mrs. French did the paperwork and sent the emails. She gave a last look at the sobbing disciplined Gina, well the back of her head and her bruised bottom, but the look wasn’t returned.
“Gina’s Mum never cuddled Gina after a spanking,” Mrs. French explained. So again RDL followed what the Mother did at home, and why shouldn’t she. This was a service that duplicated the punishment at home after all.
Mrs. French packed her bag again and left the room. Downstairs another young lady caught Mrs. French’s eye. “Hullo Lucy,” she said sternly.”
The young lady blinked, blushed, and replied, “Hullo Mrs. French.”
Mrs. French told Lucy she had the instruction and the appointment was set for 4.00 pm this afternoon. The exchange was almost friendly. Lucy asked what the punishment was due to be. Mrs. French reminded Lucy she won’t be told until the meeting and they parted confirming the 4.00 pm meeting.
In the car Mrs. French explained Lucy wanted to know what the punishment was because she wanted to wear a bikini for a swimming party that evening. “Well she won’t be wearing that tonight not after 48 spanks with a horsewhip with a leather tongued end. Yes indeed, her bottom will be far too marked to allow her to wear a bikini bottom. Her Mum knew about the party and deliberately chose a punishment that would leave marks, just as she would have done if she were spanking her daughter.
Another interesting fact Mrs. French told me was that the Mum’s of the other three girls in the house were now also Clients of RDL. Mrs. French had collected them as Client’s one by one over a period of weeks in the first term at University and they had remained Clients since then. There were in fact seven student houses in the area that had all the sharers in the house subjected to RDL discipline. Quite a Client list.
The next stop which was a large detached house in a nice street full of large detached houses which looked like well to do family homes judging by the cars parked outside. We walked up the path and the door was opened by Beth, a 21 year old. At first I wondered how come a student could live in a house like this but it turned out the Client was Beth’s Mother who used to be an Headmistress at a local school but is now a School Inspector who spends long periods traveling the country inspecting schools. She employs RDL to discipline both her daughters. Beth’s younger sister, 18 year old Sandy, was upstairs but will be called downstairs to watch the punishment.
Mrs. French went to the living room where a chair was already turned in to the room. She once again got her papers out read them before looking at Beth and said, “Twelve strokes of the cane on the bare Beth.”
Beth didn’t even blink. She blushed as the sentence was read out and swallowed but that was her only reaction. Beth went to the door and shouted out, “Sandy, come down if you are gonna watch.”
There was the sound of someone coming fast down the steps and seconds later Sandy walked quickly in to the room. The ‘Hullo Mrs. French’ told me she was also acquainted with the RDL disciplinarian. Whilst her younger sister took a seat I saw that Beth had already dropped her skirt to the floor and her knickers to her knees and bent down and grabbed the seat of the chair. I was about to witness a school style caning. So Beth’s Mum used the cane to discipline her daughters just as she had used the cane at her school.
Mrs. French took her position next to Beth and tapped the 21 year olds bottom, asked the now inevitable ’Ready?’ and when Beth replied that she was I watched, in awe I have to say, as the cane was pulled back, there was a whoosh, a thwack, the cane bit in to the bare bottom cheeks, whilst a gasp came from Beth. I looked across at Sandy who was smiling, probably pleased it was her sister and not her presenting her bare bottom for the next stroke.
Beth’s bottom had a straight line right across both bottom cheeks as Mrs. French pulled back her arm for the second stroke. Whoosh. Thwack. Gasp. A second straight line just above the first. I wondered how Beth took the second stroke so well. By the sixth stroke Beth’s knees bent, by the eighth a tear flowed down her cheek, by the ninth Beth raised a leg after the stroke, by the tenth she cried, and by the twelfth more tears.
Sandy on the other hand still smirked.
This was what I had understood RDL was really about. Mothers who were away instructing RDL to maintain disciplinary standards and of course more often than not the discipline is watched by the siblings.
It was nearly lunchtime but Mrs. French didn’t stop for lunch. Instead we finished our business with Beth, the receipt left, the emails sent, a curt goodbye to Beth and Sandy, again no Mother’s cuddle, and we were back in the car.
To my surprise, well I suppose another surprise in a surprise filled day, we arrived at a leisure centre and made our way passed the reception desk and towards the back to a studio. Inside were two desks. Two women, in their late twenty’s I guessed, were working. They were both teachers and were marking papers. What surprised me, again, were the seven young ladies, each spread out around the studio facing the wall, their noses pressed against the wall, their hands on their heads, their skirts tucked in at their waistband, their knickers pulled down to around their knees, and two of the girls had very red bottoms. Spanked bottoms I was told.
Mrs. French explained. “Some Mums want their daughters grounded for the day. RDL hires studios like this, maybe three or four a day at a weekend, normally a Saturday, in various parts of each town, and hire teachers normally to staff them. They usually spend the day marking papers or preparing for future lessons. The girls arrive first thing and it is up to the teachers to decide what the girls do. Sometimes they might do lines, or spend time facing the wall, or just have to sit at desks and be quiet. A whole day without access to their phones or their computers or to a TV. It wasn’t easy for the girls. Boring in fact. It was just like being grounded at home though. Again a duplication that RDL specialised in.
The two girls with red bottoms had failed to be quiet. They were punished by one of the teachers, and as we entered the room so a third had made a noise. She was called over to one of the teachers who yanked her knickers down to her ankles, turned the girl around by the arm and guided her across her lap and when happy with the girl’s position turned around and picked up the wooden paddle from her desk. She scolded the girl briefly and then started to paddle the girl’s bottom. Legs kicked, her bare bottom squirmed, she gasped and cried out, and the teacher just kept spanking the girl with the paddle.
The other girls kept their noses pressed hard against the wall. None made a noise. None tried to look at the girl being spanked. They all will have heard the splat of the paddle as it hit the girl’s bare bottom and heard the cries, and the crying. Still they faced the wall. Obediently. Glad they weren’t having their bottoms spanked with the paddle.
I looked at the teacher as she spanked the girl across her lap. She was certainly spanking the girl hard and I guessed was well practiced at paddling naughty girl’s bottoms. I counted forty spanks with the paddle.
Mrs. French explained most girls don’t get spanked when they are grounded. They might find it hard but they get through the day unscathed. Today was unusual. Three of the seven girls got spanked. I was told only one of the teachers spanked the girls, and she was the teacher doing the spanking now, and she was well known for being particularly strict. Mrs. French supervised here three times last month and whilst the norm is all the girls hate being grounded not one girl got spanked on any of those days. After all the most common outcome when girls are grounded by their Mums is a boring day but no spanking So again RDL are duplicating that punishment and at the same time teachers get extra pay for supervising the girls.
I couldn’t take my eyes from the teacher giving the spanking. I would have to say she was enjoying herself, giving pain, maybe to be fair knowing she was teaching the girl a valuable lesson, but certainly enjoying herself. She sat straight backed, her legs firm, one hand gripping the girl’s waist, in control. She wore her hair shoulder length, had on a short sleeved red blouse, full breasts pushing her blouse out, a skirt that showed off slim legs, her calf muscles tensed as she brought the paddle down on to the ever reddening bare bottom, she waited for the scream raising the paddle as the sound subsided, and brought the paddle down hard again. No let up. The paddle landing on alternate bottom cheeks part of the time, and the same bottom cheek time after time at other times. This girl was really being punished.
I wondered what it must feel like. I asked Mrs. French and she said, “It hurts, it’s meant to of course, and if we do spank any of the girls we make sure it does. What’s the point otherwise?”
That is true of course. These disciplinarians at RDL know their stuff.
Mrs. French completed her work then it was back in the car, first to a 22 year old who was working away from home but had admitted to her Mum she had drunk too much last night. The young lady had to take a twenty minute spanking followed by a hundred spanks with the paddle and twenty four with a three pronged strap. Her bottom was a beautiful deep shade of red by the time we got ready to leave. I spotted the vibrator on top of a cabinet in the kitchen when I went for a glass of water. The young lady didn’t know I saw it. Mrs. French had. The young lady’s Mum knew all about it as her daughter was allowed to take the vibrator to her room after a spanking where she had to stay for the rest of the day.
Then it was off to Lucy. We arrived just before 4.00 pm but Lucy was ready for us. The earlier the better she reckoned on the outside possibility her legs might be clear by 9.00 pm and the swimming party. Mrs. French faced the girl in her bedroom. Lucy was anxious to get started and undressed as she was told what punishment she will receive. She froze when she heard the final words. “Thirty six strokes with the misery stick spread evenly on your bottom and the tops of your legs. Lucy gasped, or actually more let out a heartfelt sob. You see Lucy knew what the misery stick was, had been given it before, and was already acquainted with the effects. The dark black lines that will take the best part of a day to ease. Her Mum had ordered it, as a penalty for breaking the rules.
Lucy knew she won’t be able to swim at the party as she lay face down on the bed, in only a t-shirt which she lifted well up above her waist. She lay over three pillows, her bottom bent nicely upwards.