Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... choice. If you accept my, punishment, I will vigorously thrash you on your buttocks with this. For the first six strokes, you will be bent over and the cane will be applied to the seat of your trousers. Make no mistake, those pants you are wearing now will offer you no protection. That's only the first part of your discipline. Do you understand everything so far?"

Paul was looking quite nervous now. "Yes, I understand perfectly ma'am."

"Then, you will lower your trousers and drawers, and I will give you ten more on your bare behind. I believe all that is what is called a proper 'corporal punishment.' "

I was wondering if his fear was causing a twitch in his behind. A few people, both males and females, reported that happened to them as they considered the beating to come. In fact, it had happened to me too at times.

Yet some of them also mentioned that they would feel a perverse anticipation about what was going to happen to them. Men might get an erection during the proceedings, while women would get damp in their pussies. Both sexes might then have had an urgent need to masturbate as soon as possible afterwards.

Thus, I would be able to tell from the state of Paul's cock if he was that kind of person. As for myself, I admit that I would often feel tingles in my own crotch when dominating a man.

I got up and added one more statement, "Now, D'Amato, if you don't relish the idea of being caned, you can simply fail the course -- right now. Don't take too much ...

... time deciding." I swished my cane through the air. "Maybe you should be a man about it and not wimp out. And I will then give you those two days to complete your paper."

My appeal to his manhood must have gotten through to him. "Yes, professor, I will take the caning as you recommended. Once it's over, I won't have to worry about falling the course."

"A wise choice, assuming you truly finish the paper. All right, then let's get to it. Go over to that armchair, and bend over it. Keep your head low and grip the back of it to steady yourself. And get your ass up nice and high."

The chair was off to my left, against the wall. Paul dutifully went over there and got into position. I was right behind him, holding my cane up and out with my right hand.

I assessed what I had to do. "D'Amato, your behind looks a little on the thin side, but I think you will survive it." I lifted the tail of his jacket and used my left hand to give him a firm smack on each butt cheek. "That's just a little warm-up."

"Yes ma'am."

Then I ran the side of my cane gently along his hindquarters, and he flinched at the feel of the wood on him. "Now, you may cry out as long as it isn't excessive, but please don't try to get up. If you keep a tight grip on the chair, that should help you stay in place."

I continued moving the cane along his backside, lining it up for the first strike. "Whatever meat you have on you is right about here, so I'll start with that."

At first, I just tapped him ...