My best friend is Sylvia, a tomboy whom I knew from high school. After graduating from high school, we stayed in touch with each other. And from time to time, usually a few times a year, we visit each other.
During one visit at her place, my former classmate remarked:
"Sam, you have a littly belly, haven't you?" I nodded, and replied:
"Yes, I am a little bit overweight."
"Do you have plans to do something about it?"
"I intend to do physical exercises, but you know..." "You mean you haven't the discipline to do so?" "Yes."
Then Sylvia got a big smile on her face.
"Maybe, I can help you."
A little bit amazed, I asked:
"How?"
"I can help you with your lack of discipline."
"Please, explain."
"What you need is a clear program of exercises, and weight loss targets with deadlines. I can make schedule for you. Let's say that you have to lose five kilograms in six months, we could agree that each month you try to get rid of one kilogram."
"I understand your schedule. However, the problem is that you need to do exercises, and if I forget those... You know."
"I see, and therefore it's necessary that there are consequences if you don't lose your with in time."
"Consequences? What consequences?" I curiously asked my friend.
Sylvia stood up, and left the living. A few moments later she returned, now with a whip in her hands.
"I got this whip as a birthday present a few years ago."
I didn't need a further explanation what my former classmate meant with consequences.
"So you're going to whip me, if I don't lose enough weight?" "Exactly."
To my own surprise I wasn't shocked. On the contrary I felt a little bit excited by Sylvia's proposal.
"The first thing we need to do, is to establish how much weight you need to lose," Sylvia explained to me. "Hence I need to measure your length and weight." "Yes."
"Sam, could you take off your clothes, please? Only your boxer short can you keep on." "Yes, I could."
And slowly I started to remove my clothes. Meanwhile Sylvia collected a measuring tape and a weight scale. And when was standing in my boxer, the young woman said:
"Go stand against the wall."
I did what Sylvia instructed me. And when I stood against the wall, she put a small pencil line on the wall at the height of the top of my head. Subsequently she measured the length from the floor to the line. Thereafter I had to stand on the scale, and she noted down my weight.
Then my former classmate took her smartphone, and she entered my length and weight into some app.
"Sam, according to this app, you're six kilograms overweight. Hence I would suggest, that we agree that you will lose half an kilogram every two weeks." "That seems reasonable." "All right, then I suggest the following rules to follow. First, you will do twice a day ten minutes of exercises, I will give you list of suggestions you could do. Second, you will only take three meals a day. If you follow these rules you will lose your weight according to our schedule."
Sylvia took a short break.
"I will only measure your weight, that's the only way I will check what you do. But if you haven't met your target I will whip you. For each kilogram above schedule, you will receive ten strokes with this whip.
"And once you are at your proper weight, we will continue this program, but then to keep you on your right weight. Okay?" "Yes, Sylvia."
Since I thought we were finished, I tried to collect my clothes. But my friend stopped me.
"Before you put your clothes back on, I suggest you will receive ten strokes with the whip. In that way, you will know what it felt to be whipped." "Okay." "Put your hands on your knees, and bent over." "Yes, Sylvia."
When I was in position, she hit me with her whip.
"Sam, I will whip you with harshly, because it's intended as a deterrent. Severe pain is therefore necessary." "I understand."
And after ten force full blows, I had difficulty to sit for the next few days. According to my best friend Sylvia this would keep me line with my exercises. And she was quite right, at least for the first few weeks...
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February 22, 2014
Camilla's Aunt Barbara
During the summer holidays of the year in which I turned 15, my stepsister Camilla and I spent the first two weeks at the farm of her aunt Barbara, which was located near the shores of the Frisian lakes. Camilla's aunt lived there together with her daughter Myrtle, who was just a few month my senior.
Myrtle and her cousin were avid sailors, and hence we spent most of our time sailing at the lakes. And because she had the most experience of us all, Myrtle was our captain. Camilla and I had to take her orders, but we did not mind that. The girls and I had a lot of fun together.
At the third day, we returned from the lakes at around six o'clock. Aunt Barbara had already prepared dinner when we arrived at her farm. After we had finished eating, Myrtle, Camilla and I were supposed to do this dishes. But since Myrtle's mother did not own a dishwasher, we had to do it manually.
The girls and I soon agreed, that I what do the dish washing and that my stepsister and her cousin would take care of the drying. While I was filling the sink with hot water, Camilla and her cousin produced a pile of clean towels. It took a while before the sink was filled, and meanwhile the two cousins had become slightly impatient.
Both girls already had a towel in their hands, waiting for the first item to be dried. When the sink was finally filled, I bend myself over it. And while I was busy with washing the first few items, I felt two hits right after each other at my butts. In a reflex I was looking behind my shoulders, and I saw Myrtle and my stepsister each with a twisted towel in their hands.
Immediately I got whipped again by them.
"Do not look behind you, keep washing, boy." Myrtle said with a stern voice. Thereafter I was hit again. "You are too slow, keep up speed!" said my stepsister, as if it was an order.
I continued to wash the dishes, while ignoring the towel whippings. But because the pain, that proved to be impossible. And honestly it aroused me. Rather than speeding up, I was washing as slow as I could, hence inciting the girls to whip me more and over an extended period of time.
In the end it took me about ten minutes to finish the dish washing. During this period I was whipped over a fifty times. So my butts were glowing of pain.
A few minutes later the girls had finished to dry the clean dishes. And subsequently we went to the living. There my step-cousin said:
"Young man, you have been slow with washing the dishes at purpose. That is very, very naughty."
"And therefore you will get punishment," my stepsister added.
"So put your hands on your knees, and bend yourself," Myrtle commanded.
I saw that the girls had taken wooden spoons from the kitchen. Without hesitation I obeyed my stepsister's cousin.
With the spoons the girls spanked me then, in alternating fashion: first Myrtle, then Camilla. They spanked me very energetically, and I received a countless number of hits over the period of, I guess, three minutes. Thereafter, I had to return the spoons to the kitchen.
That night I had to sleep at my belly, and the next few days I was also unable to sit comfortably.
Myrtle and her cousin were avid sailors, and hence we spent most of our time sailing at the lakes. And because she had the most experience of us all, Myrtle was our captain. Camilla and I had to take her orders, but we did not mind that. The girls and I had a lot of fun together.
At the third day, we returned from the lakes at around six o'clock. Aunt Barbara had already prepared dinner when we arrived at her farm. After we had finished eating, Myrtle, Camilla and I were supposed to do this dishes. But since Myrtle's mother did not own a dishwasher, we had to do it manually.
The girls and I soon agreed, that I what do the dish washing and that my stepsister and her cousin would take care of the drying. While I was filling the sink with hot water, Camilla and her cousin produced a pile of clean towels. It took a while before the sink was filled, and meanwhile the two cousins had become slightly impatient.
Both girls already had a towel in their hands, waiting for the first item to be dried. When the sink was finally filled, I bend myself over it. And while I was busy with washing the first few items, I felt two hits right after each other at my butts. In a reflex I was looking behind my shoulders, and I saw Myrtle and my stepsister each with a twisted towel in their hands.
Immediately I got whipped again by them.
"Do not look behind you, keep washing, boy." Myrtle said with a stern voice. Thereafter I was hit again. "You are too slow, keep up speed!" said my stepsister, as if it was an order.
I continued to wash the dishes, while ignoring the towel whippings. But because the pain, that proved to be impossible. And honestly it aroused me. Rather than speeding up, I was washing as slow as I could, hence inciting the girls to whip me more and over an extended period of time.
In the end it took me about ten minutes to finish the dish washing. During this period I was whipped over a fifty times. So my butts were glowing of pain.
A few minutes later the girls had finished to dry the clean dishes. And subsequently we went to the living. There my step-cousin said:
"Young man, you have been slow with washing the dishes at purpose. That is very, very naughty."
"And therefore you will get punishment," my stepsister added.
"So put your hands on your knees, and bend yourself," Myrtle commanded.
I saw that the girls had taken wooden spoons from the kitchen. Without hesitation I obeyed my stepsister's cousin.
With the spoons the girls spanked me then, in alternating fashion: first Myrtle, then Camilla. They spanked me very energetically, and I received a countless number of hits over the period of, I guess, three minutes. Thereafter, I had to return the spoons to the kitchen.
That night I had to sleep at my belly, and the next few days I was also unable to sit comfortably.
January 12, 2014
My Stepsister Camilla
My parents divorced when I was six years old, and my mother remarried when I was fourteen years old. My stepfather Stephan was a colleague of my mother, and he had a daughter from his previous marriage, with the name Camilla. Unlike my mother, Stephan was a widower instead of a divorcée, since Camilla's mother had died in a car accident a few years earlier. After the wedding my mother and I left our rental apartment and moved into Stephan's house.
Though Camilla's was about seven months my junior, my stepsister tried to dominate me from the first moment. To be honest, I was quite attracted to Camilla, as she was a beautiful girls. So my stepsister succeeded quite well in dominating me. Whatever she asked me to do, I did so without complaint. But because of this, we developed a strong and intimate bond with each other. My stepsister was smart enough not too much from me, that it would negatively affect my performance at school.
At my fifteenth birthday Camilla woke me up:
"Congratulations my dear bother!"
"Thank you very much, Camla."
"Sammy, I have a special gift for you."
"What kind of gift?"
"I will give you a birthday spanking."
"A what?"
"I will put you over my knees, and then I will give as many smacks as your age in years plus one to grow up."
I had never been spanked before, neither as punishment nor as birthday present. Of course, I knew nevertheless that a spanking meant to be painful, at least to make sense as a punishment. But I was quite curious to find out how it would feel to get a spanking, so I complied with my stepsister's desire.
Without hesitations I stood up, and my stepsister was sitting at the edge of my bed. Camilla had already been dresses, while I was still in payjamas. Subsequently I bent myself over her lap, and when I lied with my belly on Camilla, she grasped me in a strong hold. Then she smacked my butts with her flat hand, it did really hurt. But simultaneously the spanking excited me.
Camilla administered the smack right after each other, hence the whole spanking was over within a minute. After the spanking my stepsister asked me:
"Did you like to be spanked, my bother?"
"Yes, I did."
"Maybe I should spank you once a week?"
"I think you should spank me more than once a week."
Camilla smiled, and said:
"Let's start with once a week. We can see later, if you need more frequent spankings."
Thereafter my stepsister pulled me up, and we started kissing and hugging.
Though Camilla's was about seven months my junior, my stepsister tried to dominate me from the first moment. To be honest, I was quite attracted to Camilla, as she was a beautiful girls. So my stepsister succeeded quite well in dominating me. Whatever she asked me to do, I did so without complaint. But because of this, we developed a strong and intimate bond with each other. My stepsister was smart enough not too much from me, that it would negatively affect my performance at school.
At my fifteenth birthday Camilla woke me up:
"Congratulations my dear bother!"
"Thank you very much, Camla."
"Sammy, I have a special gift for you."
"What kind of gift?"
"I will give you a birthday spanking."
"A what?"
"I will put you over my knees, and then I will give as many smacks as your age in years plus one to grow up."
I had never been spanked before, neither as punishment nor as birthday present. Of course, I knew nevertheless that a spanking meant to be painful, at least to make sense as a punishment. But I was quite curious to find out how it would feel to get a spanking, so I complied with my stepsister's desire.
Without hesitations I stood up, and my stepsister was sitting at the edge of my bed. Camilla had already been dresses, while I was still in payjamas. Subsequently I bent myself over her lap, and when I lied with my belly on Camilla, she grasped me in a strong hold. Then she smacked my butts with her flat hand, it did really hurt. But simultaneously the spanking excited me.
Camilla administered the smack right after each other, hence the whole spanking was over within a minute. After the spanking my stepsister asked me:
"Did you like to be spanked, my bother?"
"Yes, I did."
"Maybe I should spank you once a week?"
"I think you should spank me more than once a week."
Camilla smiled, and said:
"Let's start with once a week. We can see later, if you need more frequent spankings."
Thereafter my stepsister pulled me up, and we started kissing and hugging.
December 06, 2013
Amy and her whipping boys
Part 1
Colin and I have been best friends ever since elementary school, and it was not a surprise that we went to the same secondary school at age 12. There we met Amy, a white girl with brown hair and brown eyes. And both of us fell immediately in love with her. But we did not want to jeopardize our friendship.
After months of tinkering, Colin came up with an ingenious plan. My friend proposed that we would date Amy in alternate fashion. One of us would date her one week, and the other the next week, and so would change every week. I agreed with his idea, and we wrote a letter to Amy, in which we declared our feelings for her and explained the solution to our problem.
A few weeks passed after we had posted the letter, before we got an answer. In a return letter, Amy explained that at first sight she did not see much in our proposal. But after some considerations, she had decided to give us the benefit of doubt and she was willing to try this particular relationship. However, she imposed some conditions to our triangular relationship. Though Colin and I would date her in alternating weeks, we each had to promise her that we wouldn't date any other girl during our respective weeks "off". Further we had to agree that Amy would have a final say in all decisions in our relation. And if any of us would violate these rules, she would brake up with both of us.
It took some discussion, before Colin and I agreed with Amy's conditions. Then we called her to inform her about our decision. The only thing we needed to sort out was who of us would date her the first week. Therefore Amy invited us to come to her home.
Our girlfriend had decided to solve this problem by tossing a coin. She explained that head would mean that Colin would her the first week, and tail that I would. Sadly for me, it was head. And hence I had to wait a week.
Part 2
This arrangement of our relation with Amy was quite successful, three and a half years later we were still together. During the first years our relation was typical for teenagers: kissing and hugging during breaks and after class, going to the cinema and so on. But things changed when Amy reached age sixteen.
With the years, our girl friend became more insistent on invoking her right to make the final decisions. For instance, if we had decided to go to the movies, then in the beginning of our relation we would simply vote on which movie we would see, but later Amy made this choice alone. But Colin and I did not have problem with this development. We had both great joy in pleasing our girl friend.
A few weeks before Amy's sweet-sixteen party, she informed us about her plans. Save of us, only girls would be invited, all friends of our girl friend. Basically our role was to serve as waiters at her party. She also gave us a dress code: black pantaloons, black shoes and a blue blouse. Neither of us did object to these instructions.
Colin and I had to do most of the preparations of her sweat-sixteen. We were sent out to buy all the snacks and drinks, and we had also to do all invitations.
At the party eleven girls showed up. It was our task to let them in, while Amy was sitting in the living. Every time one of Amy's friend arriveds, Colin took their coats and I offered them a drink. Most of the night the girls watched movies selected by our girl friend, while Colin and I spend our time by serving them drinks and snacks.
But at a certain time the girls decided that it was time for the presents. Most of these presents were the usual stuff you would expect on such occasion. There was, however, one remarkable present. Anna, one of Amy's friends, was a fervent horse rider and she had given our girl friend a riding crop. Colin and I looked at each other, we had no idea what Anna intended with this gift.
Amy, on the other hand, was very happy with it. While she smiled, she swished the crop in the air. The cracks did cause laughter from the girls, which encouraged our girl friend to make a few more swishes. Then she said:
"Well, Anna. This riding crop sounds excellent. Maybe I should try it on a real subject."
The other girls agreed with her. So Amy turned her face to Colin and me, and she said:
"Boys, put your hands on your knees!"
Without hesitations we obeyed our girl friend. And some seconds later Colin and I were standing besides each other, with our hands on our knees. Without any further warning Amy started to whip us at our butts. Alternately she hit first Colin and then me. And while we were spanked, the other girls were cheering for Amy.
Though the whipping did hurt, I noticed to my surprise that I liked it. And despite the pain in my ass, I did not want that Amy would stop whipping me. I did not mind it that she was humiliating Colin and me in front of her friends, since I enjoyed both the humiliation and the spanking.
At that moment I realized that I did not only love Amy, but I desired to submit myself to her. I wanted to obey her whims, to be her loving and devoted servant. But simultaneously I wondered what Colin was thinking about this sudden development. Though I knew that he had never objected to any of Amy decisions, but would my best friend also be Amy's submissive? And would he enjoy being whipped by her?
I knew Amy well enough, that either both of us would be her "servants" or neither of us. In the latter case, it would probably mean that our relationship would be over. Personally I would not have any troubles with serving both Amy and Colin, but our girl friend would prefer to rule alone.
But much to my disappointment, Amy stopped whipping us after a couple of minutes. Thereafter Colin and I had to resume or duties. And the party lasted for a few more hours.
When the last of Amy's guests had left, we had to clean up. Meanwhile our girl friend took a shower. Fortunately Colin and I had finished cleaning, when Amy returned from the bathroom.
While we were standing Amy asked:
"Boys, how did you experience that I have whipped you?"
Colin said:
"Well, it's was quite painful. But honestly, I also enjoyed being whipped by you. And fits very well in the type of relation we have."
Amy then looked at me.
"And you, my boy?"
And I explained her my thoughts. When I was finished, she said:
"Since the beginning of our relation, I have increasingly become the dominant one in this relationship. It feels quite natural that you accept my leadership, or am I wrong?"
"No, you are absolutely right," Colin replied.
"Maybe, we should now make things explicit, boys. Do you agree that from now on, you will obey me at all times, and I will punish you in case of disobedience?"
"Yes we do, Amy." Colin and I said together.
"Okay. But now it's bedtime for both of you." "Yes, Amy."
Since we were both tired, we went upstairs without hesitation.
Colin and I have been best friends ever since elementary school, and it was not a surprise that we went to the same secondary school at age 12. There we met Amy, a white girl with brown hair and brown eyes. And both of us fell immediately in love with her. But we did not want to jeopardize our friendship.
After months of tinkering, Colin came up with an ingenious plan. My friend proposed that we would date Amy in alternate fashion. One of us would date her one week, and the other the next week, and so would change every week. I agreed with his idea, and we wrote a letter to Amy, in which we declared our feelings for her and explained the solution to our problem.
A few weeks passed after we had posted the letter, before we got an answer. In a return letter, Amy explained that at first sight she did not see much in our proposal. But after some considerations, she had decided to give us the benefit of doubt and she was willing to try this particular relationship. However, she imposed some conditions to our triangular relationship. Though Colin and I would date her in alternating weeks, we each had to promise her that we wouldn't date any other girl during our respective weeks "off". Further we had to agree that Amy would have a final say in all decisions in our relation. And if any of us would violate these rules, she would brake up with both of us.
It took some discussion, before Colin and I agreed with Amy's conditions. Then we called her to inform her about our decision. The only thing we needed to sort out was who of us would date her the first week. Therefore Amy invited us to come to her home.
Our girlfriend had decided to solve this problem by tossing a coin. She explained that head would mean that Colin would her the first week, and tail that I would. Sadly for me, it was head. And hence I had to wait a week.
Part 2
This arrangement of our relation with Amy was quite successful, three and a half years later we were still together. During the first years our relation was typical for teenagers: kissing and hugging during breaks and after class, going to the cinema and so on. But things changed when Amy reached age sixteen.
With the years, our girl friend became more insistent on invoking her right to make the final decisions. For instance, if we had decided to go to the movies, then in the beginning of our relation we would simply vote on which movie we would see, but later Amy made this choice alone. But Colin and I did not have problem with this development. We had both great joy in pleasing our girl friend.
A few weeks before Amy's sweet-sixteen party, she informed us about her plans. Save of us, only girls would be invited, all friends of our girl friend. Basically our role was to serve as waiters at her party. She also gave us a dress code: black pantaloons, black shoes and a blue blouse. Neither of us did object to these instructions.
Colin and I had to do most of the preparations of her sweat-sixteen. We were sent out to buy all the snacks and drinks, and we had also to do all invitations.
At the party eleven girls showed up. It was our task to let them in, while Amy was sitting in the living. Every time one of Amy's friend arriveds, Colin took their coats and I offered them a drink. Most of the night the girls watched movies selected by our girl friend, while Colin and I spend our time by serving them drinks and snacks.
But at a certain time the girls decided that it was time for the presents. Most of these presents were the usual stuff you would expect on such occasion. There was, however, one remarkable present. Anna, one of Amy's friends, was a fervent horse rider and she had given our girl friend a riding crop. Colin and I looked at each other, we had no idea what Anna intended with this gift.
Amy, on the other hand, was very happy with it. While she smiled, she swished the crop in the air. The cracks did cause laughter from the girls, which encouraged our girl friend to make a few more swishes. Then she said:
"Well, Anna. This riding crop sounds excellent. Maybe I should try it on a real subject."
The other girls agreed with her. So Amy turned her face to Colin and me, and she said:
"Boys, put your hands on your knees!"
Without hesitations we obeyed our girl friend. And some seconds later Colin and I were standing besides each other, with our hands on our knees. Without any further warning Amy started to whip us at our butts. Alternately she hit first Colin and then me. And while we were spanked, the other girls were cheering for Amy.
Though the whipping did hurt, I noticed to my surprise that I liked it. And despite the pain in my ass, I did not want that Amy would stop whipping me. I did not mind it that she was humiliating Colin and me in front of her friends, since I enjoyed both the humiliation and the spanking.
At that moment I realized that I did not only love Amy, but I desired to submit myself to her. I wanted to obey her whims, to be her loving and devoted servant. But simultaneously I wondered what Colin was thinking about this sudden development. Though I knew that he had never objected to any of Amy decisions, but would my best friend also be Amy's submissive? And would he enjoy being whipped by her?
I knew Amy well enough, that either both of us would be her "servants" or neither of us. In the latter case, it would probably mean that our relationship would be over. Personally I would not have any troubles with serving both Amy and Colin, but our girl friend would prefer to rule alone.
But much to my disappointment, Amy stopped whipping us after a couple of minutes. Thereafter Colin and I had to resume or duties. And the party lasted for a few more hours.
When the last of Amy's guests had left, we had to clean up. Meanwhile our girl friend took a shower. Fortunately Colin and I had finished cleaning, when Amy returned from the bathroom.
While we were standing Amy asked:
"Boys, how did you experience that I have whipped you?"
Colin said:
"Well, it's was quite painful. But honestly, I also enjoyed being whipped by you. And fits very well in the type of relation we have."
Amy then looked at me.
"And you, my boy?"
And I explained her my thoughts. When I was finished, she said:
"Since the beginning of our relation, I have increasingly become the dominant one in this relationship. It feels quite natural that you accept my leadership, or am I wrong?"
"No, you are absolutely right," Colin replied.
"Maybe, we should now make things explicit, boys. Do you agree that from now on, you will obey me at all times, and I will punish you in case of disobedience?"
"Yes we do, Amy." Colin and I said together.
"Okay. But now it's bedtime for both of you." "Yes, Amy."
Since we were both tired, we went upstairs without hesitation.
November 13, 2013
After work
As a college student I had a job at a second hand bookshop owned by Marylin Stretton, who was twelve years my senior. I used by Ms. Stretton's only employee, and I used to work two days a week for her. The bookstore was located in the historical inner city of town with some 100,000 residents.
At one day, a Saturday in June, I overslept myself and hence I was late at work. Of course, I offered my apologies to my employer when I arrived at work. She seemed to accept my apologies, and urged me to do my job. I thought this would be the last thing about it, but I couldn't have be more wrong than that.
After a busy day, the shop closed at five o'clock in the afternoon. While I did some cleaning, Marylin went to the office to count the money box. Usually this wouldn't take more than half an hour. But when my employer and I were finished with our respective tasks, Ms. Stretton called me to her office.
"Young man, this morning you have been thirty minutes late at work." "I am sorry, Ma'am." "I've heard your apologies. But I am not quite satisfied, yet. You perfectly know that Saturday is the busiest day of the week, especially in summer with all those tourists in town. Therefore I need an extra pair of hands to keep this business running." "I see, Ma'am" "It's good you got my point. However, I believe you need a firm reminder that you have to be at work in time."
I was surprised, and what did she mean with "a firm reminder"? After a short, but tense, pause Marylin Stretton explained what she meant.
"You're a great boy, so I will treat you as one. Since you are perfectly aware of misdeeds and why these are wrong, you have to understand that things have consequences." I asked her: "What consequences, Ma'am?" My employer smiled at me, and said: "You will see."
Ms. Stretton stood up and walk to a closet. Then she produced a school cane from the closet. Subsequently she looked at me:
"Young man, bent yourself over my desk." Due to her stern voice, I obeyed this order without hesitation. After I had taken my position, my employer walked towards me. But at approximately one meter away from me, she stood still.
"Young man, since you was thirty minutes late, you will get thirty strokes with this cane. And you will count ever stroke loudly, and if you don't will start again at zero. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I do, Ma'am."
Then without warning I received the first hit on my seat. An intense shock of pain traversed through my body, but nevertheless I was quickly enough to count "One". The second hit came almost immediately after I had counted the first. Despite the shock of the second hit, I also counted this. Marylin repeated this until hit number ten, after which she took a short break.
The next series of ten strokes was administered in the same fashion as the first ten strokes. Shocks of intense pain traversed my body. Though I happily able to count each and every hit with the cane. After a second short break the third and final series of strokes followed.
After finishing the last series, Marylin let me gain my breath by letting me stand in my position for a few more minutes. Thereafter, she said:
"Young man, I hope you will never be late at work again." "I won't be, Ma'am." While I was allowed to stand up, the woman grasped me and give me a hug. Without resistance I surrendered myself to her. Marylin whispered in my ears: "You have got your punishment, my boy. Everything is fine now."
At one day, a Saturday in June, I overslept myself and hence I was late at work. Of course, I offered my apologies to my employer when I arrived at work. She seemed to accept my apologies, and urged me to do my job. I thought this would be the last thing about it, but I couldn't have be more wrong than that.
After a busy day, the shop closed at five o'clock in the afternoon. While I did some cleaning, Marylin went to the office to count the money box. Usually this wouldn't take more than half an hour. But when my employer and I were finished with our respective tasks, Ms. Stretton called me to her office.
"Young man, this morning you have been thirty minutes late at work." "I am sorry, Ma'am." "I've heard your apologies. But I am not quite satisfied, yet. You perfectly know that Saturday is the busiest day of the week, especially in summer with all those tourists in town. Therefore I need an extra pair of hands to keep this business running." "I see, Ma'am" "It's good you got my point. However, I believe you need a firm reminder that you have to be at work in time."
I was surprised, and what did she mean with "a firm reminder"? After a short, but tense, pause Marylin Stretton explained what she meant.
"You're a great boy, so I will treat you as one. Since you are perfectly aware of misdeeds and why these are wrong, you have to understand that things have consequences." I asked her: "What consequences, Ma'am?" My employer smiled at me, and said: "You will see."
Ms. Stretton stood up and walk to a closet. Then she produced a school cane from the closet. Subsequently she looked at me:
"Young man, bent yourself over my desk." Due to her stern voice, I obeyed this order without hesitation. After I had taken my position, my employer walked towards me. But at approximately one meter away from me, she stood still.
"Young man, since you was thirty minutes late, you will get thirty strokes with this cane. And you will count ever stroke loudly, and if you don't will start again at zero. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I do, Ma'am."
Then without warning I received the first hit on my seat. An intense shock of pain traversed through my body, but nevertheless I was quickly enough to count "One". The second hit came almost immediately after I had counted the first. Despite the shock of the second hit, I also counted this. Marylin repeated this until hit number ten, after which she took a short break.
The next series of ten strokes was administered in the same fashion as the first ten strokes. Shocks of intense pain traversed my body. Though I happily able to count each and every hit with the cane. After a second short break the third and final series of strokes followed.
After finishing the last series, Marylin let me gain my breath by letting me stand in my position for a few more minutes. Thereafter, she said:
"Young man, I hope you will never be late at work again." "I won't be, Ma'am." While I was allowed to stand up, the woman grasped me and give me a hug. Without resistance I surrendered myself to her. Marylin whispered in my ears: "You have got your punishment, my boy. Everything is fine now."
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