Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... side of the building,

I had been quite sleepy from my lack of rest the night before, but now I was wide awake and feeling a lot of anxiety about what would happen to me. I had been spanked before in my life, but I had never experienced a wood paddle applied to my tender little backside.

We waited in a hallway while the first two chicks got their beatings. I was impressed by the amount of yelling they did, and I could also hear the impact of the implement on their bodies. When they stumbled out, one had tears running down her face, and the other was openly sobbing.

I was called as the third. There was a spanking trestle in the middle of the small room, and four corrections officers, one male and three females. The man read a brief statement that was printed on a card. It listed my name, the offense, and the usual "six strokes of the paddle on the seat of your trousers and ten more on your exposed buttocks."

Hearing that sent me into a panic. There I was, nineteen years old, and I was about to get a solid thrashing on my pale, narrow behind. I started to breathe heavily, and I felt like I was on the verge of crying.

Nora, you've got to get a hold of yourself. It's only a quick little spanky. Then one of the women revealed the wood paddle to me, and I lost my nerve even more. My legs felt weak, and I seemed to be on the verge of fainting.

She said, "Okay, sweetie, this is what we are going to use on your evil backside." The business end of the implement was ...

... long and thick with three rows of holes drilled through it.

I knew that this procedure was going to hurt a lot. It was not going to be a little spanky. The two other female C.O.s -- and they were quite burly, not delicate little things -- saw how unsteady I had become. They immediately grabbed my arms and put me over on the trestle. That piece of furniture pushed my behind up so it was the highest point on my body. It was going to be an excellent target.

There were two straps of leather that they used to restrain my hands. Also, there were two loops for my legs, but they didn't bother with those. I started to cry softly and say ridiculous things like, "Please don't do this to me, I'll be a good girl from now on."

The lady with the paddle said, "A good girl? Honey, you may say that but you are really just a piece of street trash."

She swished the paddle through the air so I could hear the noise it made and she said, "Okay, baby, are you ready to take your discipline?"

I protested, "No, please, don't hit me with that thing."

She went to another topic. "Take her glasses off so that they don't go flying from her head." I wondered if they were obligated to buy new ones if an existing pair broke.

After that, she tapped my bottom with the paddle and got it lined up for the first stroke. I glanced back at her, and I saw her move the paddle way back for a long swing onto my butt. There was going to be no warm-up, that was for sure.

I heard the impact as it dented ...