This follows on from an earlier story: Debra Meets a Dominatrix

Debra was now twenty-eight and Karen was forty-four. They had met at the spanking party. Debra knew that she was submissive, and often in awe of confident women. In fact, she often felt like a naughty girl in their presence.  

Having submitted to Karen at the spanking club, suffering both her first ever spanking, and first ever caning, her pussy lips were very damp very quickly after the spanking started, and even damper by the end. Equally exciting was that the dominatrix, Karen, fingered her to a huge orgasm afterwards. Debra was equally surprised and delighted to find that Karen was turned on by spanking and caning women that she fancied, and that definitely included Debra.  

Debra had left Karen's house with a seriously stinging bottom, having received twelve more strokes of the cane in the morning. As she made her way home she couldn't take her mind off Karen, or, Miss Karen as she had to call her, of course.  

Throughout the following day whilst at work Debra kept looking at her watch, waiting for home time when she would definitely try to contact Miss Karen. She was therefore very surprised when she was the one who got called. She had given Miss Karen her home and office telephone numbers, as well as her mobile because that was what Miss Karen had told her to give her. She did find it humiliating to take the call at the office, trying to make sure that the answers she gave Miss Karen didn't give away just who she might be talking to. To still address her as Miss Karen on the phone hardly helped that.  

Two things transpired from the telephone conversation. The first was that Miss Karen invited Debra back to her house again, with the demand that she stayed overnight, to once again suffer a spanking and the cane, and lovemaking. The second was that Debra realised that her knickers were getting more and more damp as the very difficult conversation took place. That was when she realised she found humiliation a turn on as well as the pain of the spanking and caning.  

After work, Debra took the bus to Miss Karen's house, although realised she hadn't asked about bringing her own clothes, but then Miss Karen hadn't mentioned it either, so that set her vulva quivering even more.  

Debra arrived at the house feeling so excited, and actually looking forward to being spanked and caned. Miss Karen answered the door, welcoming Debra by holding out her hand, knuckles up, and expecting Debra to kiss it. Debra did exactly that.  

Once the door was closed, Miss Karen told Debra, in what was clearly a commanding voice, to go into the living room, but not to sit down. Debra was nervous as she did so, but stood in the middle of the room, and turned and waited for Miss Karen to come in.  

When Miss Karen came into the room she sat on an armchair, glared up at Debra, and ordered, "Naughty girls sit on the floor, so do so, right at my feet."  

Debra sat on the floor, looking up at Miss Karen, not even thinking about complaining as it was so clear to her that being submissive to someone as authoritative as Miss Karen was something she had hankered after for so long. She told herself that whilst she was in Miss Karen's company she would only do what she was told. Of course, she would have to work out whether Miss Karen expected her to disobey her in order to give her the spanking and caning she was expecting.  

Miss Karen was certainly an experienced dominatrix and knew the kind of thoughts that would be going through Debra's mind. They were wrong, of course, and she was about to make that clear to her.  

Miss Karen explained, "You told me when you stayed here last night that you didn't particularly enjoy your job and it was poorly paid. Well, I can deal with that. Not only will you be staying the night, but you will be staying for at least a week. Tomorrow morning you will call your office and say you are unwell and are likely to be for a few days. The truth of the matter will be that in a few day's time, you will phone them and say you'll not be coming back. Of course, that assumes I am happy with the way that you submit to me."  

Karen said, "Yes, Miss Karen, I will be happy to do that."  

Miss Karen leaned forward and put her hand on Debra's face, knowing that Debra would think it was a loving touch, but instead, she pulled her hand back and landed a really hard slap around Debra's face. Before Debra could react, she said, sternly, "In this relationship, I tell you what to do. I don't ask you to do something. Therefore, there is never any reason to say, 'Yes, I will,' or even, "Of course,' but you just do it. The only time you will speak is when I ask you a direct question. Like now, and I'm asking, 'Is that understood?'"  

Debra found the slapping of her face so unexpected, but as Miss Karen explained to her how submissive she would have to be, she realised that that would make her life so easy. All she would have to do is obey her every single time and not think about anything. Well, she could think about it, but not out loud. She could see so many benefits to being like that. This all set Debra's mind off in a whirl. It was also certainly correct that she didn't care for her job, and only did it so that she could afford to pay her rent and eat and the like. It would certainly be something she would welcome if she were to stay with Miss Karen, even on her terms of total submission.  

So, as Debra was still up for this, she happily replied, "Yes, Miss Karen."  

Miss Karen continued to explain, "I have a very well-paid job, and so can certainly afford to have you here and look after you. On the other hand, you will stay at home and carry out all of the chores I specifically tell you to do whilst I am at work. I will also have produced a daily schedule of chores for you to carry out, such as cleaning chores that day, washing and dealing with clothes that are in the linen basket, and the like. You will be expected to be up fifteen minutes before me so you will make my breakfast, which will be exactly the breakfast that I command you to make. I will expect dinner to be ready thirty minutes after I get home and again I will tell you exactly what to make for dinner each day. You will get to eat exactly the same as me, so long as you are in my good books. If you disobey me, then, as well as being spanked and caned, you will be eating food more fit for a dog. Is that understood, Debra?"  

Debra certainly wasn't expecting any of that, but told herself that all she had to do was be obedient, and so replied, "Yes, Miss Karen."  

Miss Karen continued, "So far as your clothes are concerned, you will be naked at all times when here in the house. When we go out, I will tell you exactly what clothes to wear, and again you will wear those whether you think them appropriate or not. I will want you to be in skimpy clothes such as sleeveless vest tops and very short skirts with bare legs. When at home, because you will be naked, I expect you to keep your armpits, legs, and pussy lips clean-shaven and smooth at all times; that will make it very easy for me to check. Is that understood, Debra?"  

Debra already shaved her pussy lips as well as her legs and armpits and certainly didn't mind Miss Karen choosing the clothes for her to wear, and she actually preferred skimpy clothes. So, once again, the easy to choose answer was, "Yes, Miss Karen."  

Miss Karen said, "I will drive you back to yours soon and I will choose the clothes you will be allowed to bring back here. Over time, all the other clothes will be got rid of and I will buy your new wardrobe."  

When Miss Karen saw that Debra remembered not to reply as it was a statement and not a question, she continued, "There must be no misunderstanding on your part. I make the decisions, you make none. I tell you what to do, and you do it, without hesitation and without querying anything. In return, this will be your home, and you will repay me by carrying out the chores I set you. Is that understood, Debra?"  

As much as it was a life that she never actually expected to live before today, she could see so many benefits for herself, and happily replied, "Yes, Miss Karen."  

Miss Karen continued, "I need to explain to you about discipline. If you disobey any rule whatsoever, you will be spanked and caned, mercilessly. I have a caning bench in the second bedroom, which I call the punishment room. It has leather wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as thigh and waist straps, and believe me, your bottom will be secured in position so it cannot avoid my cane no matter how much pain you are suffering. If I find you are making too much noise, I have a mouth gag as well. Is all that understood?"  

Debra thought to herself how awful that sounded, but, judging from the way her vulva was again quivering with excitement, she knew the correct answer, and the only answer was, "Yes, Miss Karen."  

Miss Karen smiled as she added, "Of course, there will be many many times when I decide to spank and cane you simply because I want to. Again, that is my sole decision. In fact, if I think that you have disobeyed me on purpose, then, whilst I will strap you to the caning bench, I will not cane you but leave you there to understand what can also happen when you do disobey me in any way. Is that understood, Debra?"  

Again, Debra knew she was really up for this. She knew that when she cleaned her own flat she found it hard work but also relaxing because she did the same thing every time, in the same order, so it got to the stage where she didn't have to think about it anymore, but just did it. She was, therefore, very confident that she would be able to satisfy what she rightly assumed were Miss Karen's very high standards, and again replied, "Yes, Miss Karen." She actually enjoyed the repetitious replies she was giving.  

Things had certainly moved on since then. Debra had moved in and her new wardrobe of skimpy clothes was in place. All the rules that Miss Karen had set were the ones that Debra expected to obey, and did, so things settled down very quickly. Debra did do whatever Miss Karen told her to do, immediately, and enthusiastically, and so rarely earned a discipline spanking and caning.  

Equally, Miss Karen knew that she was turned on by giving Debra a spanking and the cane and regularly did so. In fact, several times each week, and sometimes more than once a day. She even put the mouth gag on, even when Debra wasn't crying out with the pain, simply because she wanted to.  

Debra found that following the quite explicit daily set of chores was very easy for her, and it would be for anyone who was truly submissive. For the same reason, she looked forward to being secured on the caning bench as she was every time after being given a spanking, and knew that she was taken well beyond her limits, but trusted Miss Karen implicitly.  

So it was today, that Debra had carried out all of her chores, including washing all of the dirty clothes, hanging them up to dry, and then ironing and putting away the clothes that she had washed yesterday. She had also carried out her house cleaning chores. Today was one when she had also gone shopping in the clothes that Miss Karen had got out for her to wear, and, of course, as soon as she got home, she got undressed again. She also watched the time very closely to make sure that she started preparing dinner so that it would be ready exactly thirty minutes after Miss Karen got home.  

When Miss Karen did get home, and let herself in, she saw that Debra was working away in the kitchen on their dinner. She stood in the doorway, and as soon as Debra saw her she stopped doing everything and just stood and looked at her mistress.  

Miss Karen gave the instruction, "Come and give me a kiss," and Debra did so immediately, reveling in the way that Miss Karen's tongue dived into her mouth, and their tongues intertwined as Miss Karen clutched hold of her bottom cheeks with one hand, and caressed her breasts with the other.  

Releasing Debra from the loving kiss, Miss Karen said, "Expect a present after we have had dinner, and you have cleared up."  

Karen knew that was the normal statement that Miss Karen made when she was going to thrash her mercilessly, before taking her to bed and making passionate love. She got so excited as she finished preparing dinner. As they ate together, she sat obediently and listened to Miss Karen tell her about the things she had done during the day, and even asked her questions about her day, which she was delighted to answer.  

When they had finished eating, Miss Karen simply stood up and went into the living room, and Debra knew she had to wash everything up, dry it, and put it away, which she did thoroughly, feeling more and more excited about what she hoped was about to happen.  

She finished putting all the things away and left the kitchen very clean as she always did because, on one occasion, Miss Karen came back in and checked that it was. This time, she didn't come back to check, so Debra went and stood in the doorway of the living room, staying there obediently until she was told to go in by Miss Karen. As usual, that didn't happen immediately, but Miss Karen continued to watch the TV, even though she knew that Debra was waiting in the doorway. It was, just like everything else, her way of controlling her very submissive girlfriend, and Debra readily accepted that.  

It was some ten minutes before Miss Karen stood up and switched off the TV. She then turned to Debra, and ordered, "Let's go and deal with your very very naughty bottom."  

Debra knew that she was already excited at the prospect of another merciless punishment, but she knew that it would set her up for several huge orgasms. Just as it would set Miss Karen up for several huge orgasms as well.  

Debra knew not to move, but to wait for Miss Karen to come up to her, which she did, and clasped hold of her bare upper arm, and led her upstairs to the punishment bedroom, which was where the caning bench was. Miss Karen could tell that Debra was already excited because of her taut nipples and glistening fully shaved and smooth pussy lips.  

Whilst Debra was aroused, she was still not certain that she would be mercilessly thrashed because there were occasions when Miss Karen secured her to the bench and left her there, even when she hadn't misbehaved or disobeyed her. Debra again totally understood that, like everything else now in her life, everything was at the absolute discretion of Miss Karen, but, as a true submissive, she accepted every single decision whether she liked it or not.  

As usual, Miss Karen didn't let go of Debra until she had walked her up to the caning bench and guided her down onto it so that her arms were stretched out to where the wrist cuffs were, and her legs were spread so her ankles were by the ankle cuffs. Debra had had to do this so often that she knew exactly where all of the cuffs were and therefore where her wrists and ankles needed to be. She stayed obediently still as Miss Karen secured both wrist cuffs, and then both ankle cuffs, followed by the two thigh straps and the waist strap. The waist strap in particular was secured really tightly, which meant there was no way that Debra could move her bottom, even if she couldn't cope with the stinging pain. Of course, she never could, and she was thankful for that waist strap because the one thing she wanted, when here in this room strapped to this bench, was that merciless thrashing.  

Debra knew that, maybe half of the times, she was first given a spanking both with Miss Karen's hand and a very thick wooden hairbrush, and only then secured to the caning bench. What was also established was that Miss Karen enjoyed giving a cold caning, giving many more strokes than she gave when giving a spanking first. They had both worked out that that was something that seriously aroused them. It still meant that Debra got herself very close to an orgasm just as she did when being spanked, but the cold caning got her crying much more quickly, and that got Miss Karen aroused even more.  

Once Miss Karen had secured Debra in place, she went to the cupboard, opened it, and took out her favourite senior hook-ended cane. She swished it as she walked back towards Debra, knowing that Debra knew that when that cane was swished that she was going to be caned rather than left there. She knew that would excite Debra and, just to check, she eased her hand between Debra's spread apart legs, along her pussy lips, and felt just how wet they were. She loved doing that, knowing that her very submissive girlfriend was aroused, just as she was because she knew her own knickers were already wet as she had been anticipating all day giving a merciless thrashing.  

Miss Karen took it slowly, rubbing the cane from side to side across Debra's gorgeous bare bottom cheeks, before standing back, positioning herself, pulling her arm back, and bringing the cane down really hard for the first cane stroke. She watched the cane bite into Debra's bottom, making the bottom cheeks quiver and then bounce around as the cane was lifted back up. She intended this to be the same as a discipline caning, and only waited five seconds before the cane landed once again, and then again for the third stroke, enjoying the gasps of pain coming from Debra. She then landed stroke after stroke, not stopping after six, nor after twelve strokes, making sure that each stroke was pretty much full force, savouring that Debra's gasps got louder and louder, and she was pulling at the wrist cuffs, but, of course, with no success.  

Miss Karen continued to land stroke after stroke, knowing that the stinging pain was increasingly intense, but that wasn't her problem. It was Debra's. On the other hand, she knew that she was getting more and more aroused herself as she landed stroke after stroke, and savoured watching the thick welts develop.  

Debra always found a cold caning harder to handle. After all, there was no warm-up with the spanking, nor the enjoyment of being across Miss Karen's lap. Even so, she had to admit to enjoying the variety when it was simply imposed on her, rather than having been told at the beginning what was going to happen. She loved the uncertainty, knowing that just like with everything else she did now, she just accepted whatever Miss Karen decided so far as her punishment went.  

Debra never bothered to count the number of strokes. She knew that the absolute minimum was thirty-six strokes, but regularly she got forty-eight strokes, or sixty strokes, and on one occasion seventy-two strokes. It didn't matter, though, because she knew she could handle that number of strokes, although she would be crying uncontrollably and pulling at the wrist cuffs and yelping, but she did deal with them, knowing that Miss Karen got so aroused giving them to her.  

Normally after two dozen strokes or so Debra couldn't stop herself crying out with the pain, and that was when Miss Karen would stop the caning, just for a few moments, but long enough to put on the mouth gag. Debra loved it when she did that as it always meant the caning could go on longer than if she didn't.  

Miss Karen hadn't actually decided how many strokes to give Debra. She did keep count but knew that she could tell from the way that Debra was handling the strokes whether she could take any more. She knew that so long as Debra was pulling at the wrist cuffs it meant she was dealing with the pain. If she stopped that, and just cried uncontrollably, it meant that she could no longer deal with the pain. Well, she always wanted to take Debra well beyond what she could handle and knew that the turning point was when she stopped pulling at the wrist cuffs.  

Miss Karen got to forty-eight strokes of the cane and felt that Debra was about to refrain from pulling at the wrist cuffs and so was at the very brink of what she could cope with. Miss Karen was excited at that knowing they both had orgasms to come. However, she had to take Debra beyond what she could cope with and so landed six more full-force cane strokes, and each time Debra yelped with the obvious pain. 

Miss Karen made a point of putting the cane back in the cupboard before coming back to the caning bench, as usual without saying anything, and undid the thigh straps, making sure she ran her fingers along Debra's very wet pussy lips before undoing the waist strap. She then undid both ankle cuffs and again ran her fingers along Debra's wet pussy lips before undoing the wrist cuffs.  

As much as Debra was struggling with the pain, she loved it when Miss Karen fingered her as she undid the restraints. She knew her pussy lips got wetter with the fingering and each time it did get her closer and closer to an orgasm. She knew to make sure that she didn't have an orgasm because once she did, Miss Karen would secure her to the bench again and she would get twelve more strokes of the cane and then be left crying her eyes out until Miss Karen deigned to come back in and release her again. She knew that she had to control her orgasms from that moment on and made herself do so.  

Once released, Miss Karen still didn't say anything, but took hold of Debra's upper arm and helped her back up, waited to make sure that she didn't try to rub her bottom with her free hand, because that was an absolute no, no. When she saw that she wasn't, Miss Karen led Debra out of the punishment bedroom and into the main bedroom, where there was a large double bed, which they shared most nights. On that now very rare occasion when Debra disobeyed Miss Karen, which included substandard work, then Debra was relegated to the third bedroom, where she had to lie on her tummy on the bed with her wrists and ankles secured at each corner of the bed, as one of the many types of lesson she was given. Debra still always accepted that as on those few occasions, she saw the lessons were necessary to keep her in her place.  

Today, though, they would be sharing the bed. Debra was already naked, as she always was in the house, and she stood with her arms folded behind her back, but clearly not rubbing her stinging bottom, as Miss Karen got undressed.  

Once she was undressed, Miss Karen ordered, "Let's shower."  

Debra still knew not to say anything because it wasn't a question, but a statement. She followed Miss Karen into the bathroom where there was a large shower cubicle, which they both went into and showered together, face-to-face, washing each other's breasts and in between each other's legs, although doing their own arms and armpits and legs, loving the closeness of each other.  

After the shower, they both dried themselves, but Miss Karen regularly leaned forward and kissed Debra, who kissed her in return, and mutual love filled the room.  

Once dry, they both left their towels in the bathroom, and Debra obediently followed Miss Karen back into the bedroom, and they both lay on the bed. Moments later, kissing and cuddling, and caressing each other, as lovers do, they quickly brought each other to a huge orgasm, knowing that was nowhere near enough for either of them. They were quickly licking each other's pussy lips again, and bringing each other to another orgasm, and then doing the same again and again.  

Both knew that the foreplay of living a life of domination and submission, as well as a spanking or just a merciless caning, was what they both relished and was how they both wanted to live their lives together.