Friday, January 05, 2007

Beautiful, young, cruel and stylish

A review of a maid training and punishment session - December 2006

I am a young maid being sent to Miss Cameo by my owner for retraining. Miss Cameo has been requested by my owner to retrain me and to punish me ruthlessly if I don't come up to her standards. Worse than that, she is to punish me even if I do, to remind me of my place. And, well, just because she can.

My first visit was last week. After she had tidied up my outfit - knickers, blouse, suspenders and stockings she set me to work. She chose her light but vicious cane at first and as I bent, stooped and toiled she laced my backside with strokes of her cane - sometimes one, sometimes several. If she left the room and came back to find her instructions not followed it was worse - knickers down, over the couch and then she sat quickly astride me and lay on four or five sharp strokes.

In the end she had had enough of me and wanted to express her irritation. Her dark eyes showed no sympathy for me and nothing but contempt as I cleaned my way up the stairs with her delivering sharp strokes long-ways down my buttocks and biting the top of my thighs, on the way up to the punishment room.

Once there it turned nasty - over the trestle for a good whipping with her long leather single tail. Then legs astride as she whipped in some vicious strokes on my soft inner thighs. Then over the bench for a sharp caning for moving too much (after a ten minute wait - in position). Next she stood in front of me as I put my hands on my head and as she looked on impassively I had to suffer a thrashing on my flanks.

Finally - and most scary I was secured on my back to the bed with soft rope - thoroughly tied - and treated to about 15 strokes across the fronts of my poor thighs. She towered over me curling the cane down. Clearly she enjoyed crushing the last of my spirit.

She put me through my paces and I have suffered at her hands. All my hindquarters have felt her simmering anger. In a week the marks have nearly gone and my next visit looms large. She has a heart of darkness and is the undoubted queen of domination. Beautiful, young, cruel and stylish.

Maria

Judicial caning review - December 2006

At 19.58 I pressed the call button. Just a minute later I was in the room, the caning bench just behind me, a selection of canes on a rack, implements on a bed, Miss Cameo on the bed. She looked cool, in command, in control already.

She discussed my previous experience of severe caning, then the parameters of this my first judicial caning. I was to receive a minimum of 24 strokes to be delivered with full force. I would be fully restrained and my kidney and thighs would be protected in case of a mis-hit. Additional strokes would be delivered if I were to struggle or cry out. Once I accepted this punishment it would be carried out to completion, there would be no mercy.

I agreed to receive my sentence. Within minutes I was naked, bound to the bench and just able to see Miss Cameo selecting the dragon cane from the rack.

The blur of the punishment is difficult to describe. The first swish through the air immediately transformed into intense pain as the cane landed. Within ten seconds Miss Cameo had repeated the stroke several times and I could hardly keep still or quiet, never before had even a no warm up caning hurt with such intensity. I tried to adjust my breathing to the rhythm of the beating and gradually as the endorphins kicked in the burning pain became almost controllable.

After 27 strokes Miss Cameo asked me if I had repented, my silence drew 3 more strokes. Now do you repent – Yes I replied.

The bindings were undone; I stood, viewed my welted and bruised backside and began to dress. I had managed my punishment. Miss Cameo’s eyes were sparkling – she had enjoyed her work. It is 20.45 I am driving home, it hurts.

I have offended again; this punishment will be carried out in January. I am to receive at least 50 strokes.

Watch this space, I will explain the actual punishment in as much detail as the pain will allow me to recall.