The third part refers to your mindset. I will not accept a woman who does not know how to submit to a man. You must learn your place and role in society, and at the very end of our meeting, I will chastise your will until you are willing to serve all my manly needs.
I will no more ask for your consent at this point. Let us start with your first punishment.
Stand close to my desk and bend over it.”
Stella had listened to his decisions and started feeling a mix of fear and a trembling arousal. She felt the budding urge to obey this dominant man in every order he placed on her. Still she was slightly shaking when she was about to receive her first physical punishment. She put her elbows on the clean desk and felt that her ass was utterly exposed to him. She wished he would lay his strong hand on her but he went to the other side of the room and rummaged in a big closet. She held still and did not dare to turn around to look for him.
After a couple of minutes, he had returned and stood right behind her waiting body. She could not resist looking a little to the side to see what he held in hand. It was a wooden paddle, not too big, with a round flat surface and little holes in it.
“For driving your car and for driving it too fast, you will receive fifty strokes of the paddle. Say that you accept your punishment and acknowledge that you deserve it!”
Stella was quiet. When she realized that he actually expected her to form a sentence, she mustered to say: “I acknowledge that I deserve to be punished for speeding.”
“Good enough for now”, he mumbled. “Stay in position.” A rush of fear and excitement went through her skinny yet tall body when she clung to the desk in expectation. How much would it hurt? Would she endure fifty strokes?
The first stroke hit her ass and was followed by a pause. It was painful but at the same time she felt aroused. She had gasped a little but could proudly say that she could take the pain well. He obviously had paused to let her get her mind straight about what was going to come. But with the second hit of the paddle he started to ignore her reaction and mercilessly began to spank her ass with rhythmic strong hits of the round wooden device to her jeans-covered butt. She was a thin woman, but still her ass was round and even under the jeans it shook a little every time the harsh blow would hit her cheeks. He knew that under the fabric her skin had taken a red tone that would continue to turn into purple later today.
25… 26…27… He would not pause anymore but like a storm of rain and ice he struck blow after blow on her ass, giving her no chance to react.
34…35…36… he took all his strength he could muster and hit the paddle as hard as he could on her trembling ass cheeks, sternly convinced she deserved the ocean of pain and fire, she deserved to learn this lesson. Stella was overwhelmed with the pain – it was nothing like the first blow. Each hit added up to a rage of pain in her cheeks, her whole body was flushed and hot and she kept her hands firmly on the table and her eyes tightly shut. Every now and then she made a grunting noise from trying to handle the pain. She knew he was serious. He really believed in the punishment.
This wasn’t a game for him or an evil wish to torment her – he knew exactly what measure of punishment was needed and when it was done, he sure wouldn’t have a desire to hurt her anymore. This thought started to spread in her mind – she trusted him in knowing what she deserved. That helped her accept the merciless blows to her ass. 47…48…49… for the fiftieth blow, he put his final strength in, he hit her as hard as he could, wanting to inflict as much pain and discipline as he could. 50. The blows had stopped. The woman that was bent over the heavy wooden desk still held her position, quietly trembling and sobbing but not moving nonetheless.
Karl had to lay the paddle to the side and move his hand muscles a little. He was in a rush of righteousness, feeling a strength that he knew came from doing the right thing, from correcting a woman that needed to know her place.
He also yearned to see the naked skin of her ass to see the results of his chastisement.
“Stand straight up. We have a break of ten minutes now. I order you to unbutton your jeans and take them off. You are to stand in the corner of my office during the break, facing the wall.”
Stella immediately obeyed his words. She timidly opened her pants and pulled them down. She took them off and laid them over a chair by the wall. She looked at him questioningly and he directed her to the corner opposite his desk. She was supposed to stand there in an upright position without moving.
During the break he sat down at his desk and filled out the paperwork concerning the first part of the punishment. It needed to be marked as done and put in her file. He then looked towards her, standing there with her sweater on but without jeans, and took notice of her round buttcheeks that were covered by plain white panties. Underneath he saw the area of deeply red flesh on both of her cheeks. Her white skin was a little suntanned but the stains of angry red spots could not be overseen. He could almost feel the heat streaming from the marks.
Stella stood still and tried to regain her breath. Her ass still burnt and stung but the cool air swept soothingly over it and she could muster up the courage to keep going
She was grateful that he gave her breaks to regain her control.
When the ten minutes were up, Karl lost no time and told her in his deep voice to walk back to the middle of the room. Still, there was no kindness in his eyes or in his voice. He spoke to her in a tone of merciless severity.
“I am impressed with how well you took your first punishment. It shows that there is hope in you, and a deep-seated understanding of your inferior position in society and to men. I am glad to see this understanding.
Let us proceed to the main part of discipline. You will without protest accept a total of twenty strokes of the cane to your bare ass.”
He took her to the other side of the room where a spanking horse was standing. It had leather padded areas for her to place her legs on and a big leather trunk for her torso to lie upon.
Karl added: “I need you to lay perfectly still and receive every stroke without objection. Say you accept this part of the punishment for letting your debt get this high, say you deserve this exact number of strokes and you will humbly receive them.”
Stella, recognizing this part of the punishment, repeated his demand. She said it out loud but also tried to internalize the words and really mean it: “I humbly accept and receive twenty strokes of the cane for being in such a high amount of debt. I deserve whatever the master thinks is appropriate for my behavior.”
This eloquent saying of her encouraged Karl in knowing he had made the right decision. She deserved the cane. He had her climb on to the leather padded horse which exposed her red butt cheeks to his doings. Her legs were to the left and right of it, and her arms embraced in anticipation the front part of the device, her forehead humbly laid down on the soft leather.