Real Stories - Predominant 2011, Issue 3

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I had to give her massages按摩 — rubbing the body to ease it, I painted her toe nails, I cleaned and polished her shoes, and I washed her underwear and did all the other laundry. When she wished, which was often, I dressed her and, with instructions, applied her make up.

The punishment part was the rudest shock. If she was dissatisfied with my tone of voice or I failed to perform a chore satisfactorily, I quickly found myself over her knee with my underpants down around my ankles on the receiving end of a spanking with a long-handled wooden hairbrush, followed by a strapping and a session with a heavy bath brush which I got while sprawled across the bed.

Soon, she instructed me to acquire other instruments of correction: a paddle, a leather tawse皮拍 — a split leather spanking strap, a crop, a single tail whip and a selection of canes. Gradually, she extended the punishment sessions until they might last an hour for an offense she regarded as “serious” with no less than half an hour afterwards spent standing in the corner with my underpants still around my ankles and my nose against the wall, holding a penny in place. When it was all over, I had to kneel in front of her, apologize for what I’d done (or failed to do) and thank her for correcting me.