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LESLIE'S DISCIPLINE, Part 1

***NOTE:  This story is pure fiction, and as such, people and places named
in the story are entirely fictitious.  This story contains adult themes
involving corporal punishment.  If you are under 18 years old, offended by
such material or this material is illegal where you live, DO NOT READ ANY
FURTHER.***

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She couldn't wait.  She began reading one of my stories I wrote about her
discipline sessions as soon as she got home, still dressed in her office
attire.  She started out in front of the computer rubbing her pussy through
the fabric of her skirt.  In short order the crotch rubbing was not enough.
 She hoisted her thigh-high miniskirt to her waist and removed her red
bikini panties.  She was wearing thigh-high stayups so she now had full
access to herself.  She slouched in her chair and propped her feet up on
either side of the 
keyboard.  She kept on her ridiculously high heels...and let her fingers
do the walking.

I unexpectedly entered the room and found her in that shameful position,
engrossed in a tale of her own punishment.  I stood silently for a moment
before I gave out a slight cough which got her attention in a hurry. 
Removing her hand from her hairy pussy and dropping her feet immediately to
the floor, she quickly pulled on her panties in a futile attempt to hide
what she was doing.  She jumped to attention in front of me, trembling with
embarrassment and fear.

"Sir, I'm so ashamed of myself.  If a 13 year old schoolgirl was caught
doing what I 
did she would have hell to pay,"  she confessed.

"Why should it be any different just because you're 43?  You've still
disobeyed me just the same as if you were a schoolgirl in uniform,"  I
asked her, letting her ponder the question.

"Sir, do you think even at my age I really should be punished like a
naughty schoolgirl who plays with herself?" she asked as she had been
trained to do.  This was her way of requesting punishment when it was
deserved.  She knew better than to argue that she was innocent of whatever
allegations I made, or to protest impending punishment.  "Sir, the story
was just like reliving my punishment.  I was just fantasizing about my next
session that you promised me."

Her fingers were still sticky and smelled with my female juices, which I
confirmed by picking up her hand and holding her fingers to my nose.  "You
know what this means, don't you, Leslie?" I asked softly, without any trace
of emotion.

"Oh yes, Sir, yes, I understand.  I was being naughty just like a naughty
13 year old 
schoolgirl.  And I know I deserve to be treated like a 13 year old
schoolgirl found playing with herself...school uniform skirt up, regulation
panties removed and fingers inserted where they shouldn't be.  Yes, Sir, I
know what happens to naughty schoolgirls who disobey instructions.  Just
please have mercy on me, Sir.  I beg you!"  she whimpered at the end of her
recital.

I grabbed her auburn hair and dragged her into the kitchen.  In the center
of the kitchen I forced her to her knees.  She assumed her kneeling
position of attention:  knees apart, back straight, hands clasped behind
her back in the "parade rest" position, head lowered.

"You are to remain in that position until instructed otherwise, Leslie. 
Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir.  Oh please don't make me kneel long, Sir,  it hurts my knees at
my age.  Oh please, Sir."

To prepare her for her scolding, I raised her miniskirt and tucked it up
at her waist.  I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it back over her
shoulders so it was hanging down on her arms in back.  She was not wearing
a bra as usual.  I pulled her panties down so the elastic waistband was at
mid-thigh, panties inside out, with the crotch still tucked in at your
pussy.  Sort of like an "A" shape.  Her bare asscheeks and pubic hair were
now properly on display for me.

Ignoring her pleas, I did a few odds and ends around the kitchen as she
knelt there alone, contemplating her predicament.  After about ten minutes
I took an 18" red ribbon and laid it across her now erect nipples.

"Now, young lady, you will keep that ribbon on your nipples at all costs. 
That is MY ribbon, and I expect you to care for it as if it were your own. 
If it falls, you will pay dearly.  Understand?"  I asked as I gently draped
the shiny half inch wide ribbon over the tops of her breasts, resting
across the nipples, ends hanging to either side.  The only way she could
make certain it stayed there was to jut out her tits to give the ribbon a
stable place to rest.  With her hands still behind her back and her knees
wide apart, she had to maintain her balance for as long as I decided to
leave her in that position.  With my fingers, I gently lifted her head so
her eyes were fixed on me.  I didn't want her looking down in a
psychological attempt to escape the present moment.

I knew this position would get Leslie's attention.  I knew what she was
thinking to herself as she knelt there, blushing with shame, praying no one
would come to the door while she was there being scolded.  That had
happened twice before, and she was thoroughly humiliated as I carried on
casual conversations with delivery men while she was forced to maintain her
position.  She knew better than to try to escape and hide.

'I'm kneeling here as positioned...how humiliating!  My miniskirt up to my
waist...panties askew...breasts stuck out obscenely...making sure I don't
drop the ribbon...HIS ribbon...his DAMN ribbon!  I hope no one sees me as I
am...it is so humiliating...especially at my age.  And my knees!  How they
hurt! I'm not used to kneeling.  Please let me up...my back hurts from
having to thrust my breasts out as I am.  Oh, how I want to masturbate
again...' she prayed silently.

After fifteen minutes, I removed the ribbon from her jutting breasts. 
Grabbing her by her ear lobe, I raised her to her feet.  She tried to pick
up her panties, but I slapped her hands away and ordered her to leave them
as they were.  I led her back through the living room, down the hallway to
the spanking room.  She tried to hurry along with me the best she could,
hobbled by her panties still around her thighs.

Arriving at the spanking room, I placed her in the center of the room.  As
she stood there rigidly, I dragged over the heavy wooden chair, straight
backed and armless.  A perfect chair for discipline.  I ordered her to
remove her clothing, folding each piece neatly as she removed it.  When she
was finally naked and had her clothes in a neatly folded pile, I made her
present her clothing to me using both hands.  This offering her clothes to
me served to remind her that she was now relinquishing all her modesty, and
that I would control how exposed she would be at any given time during her
punishment session.

"Open your mouth," I commanded.  When she did so, I inserted my thumb and
grabbed her lower jaw with my fingers curled underneath.  I led her to the
chair, making her kneel on the seat facing the low back.  I pulled her head
down so she was bent at the waist over the top of the chair back.  Using
leather straps, I buckled her wrists to the rear legs of the chair,
noticing how her breasts were hanging down between her chest and the chair
back.  I secured her thighs to the back of the chair, then her calves to
the chair seat along with ankle cuffs secured to the front chair legs. 
After double checking all the leather straps to be sure she was secured, I
was ready to begin.  I selected an elongated polished wooden paddle with
holes drilled down its length and her name, "LESLIE" stenciled onto the
surface in flowing black script.  I returned to the naughty girl.

'There is nothing I can do secured as I am,' she admitted to herself.  'I
know my buttocks and tender thigh backs are all too readily accessible to
the damn paddle embossed with LESLIE.'  Suddenly she realized she had to pee.

'I'm almost sure to pee when that paddle starts impacting my upturned
bottom.  In this position I feel as if I'm all ass and again curse myself
for not loosing some weight.  Please, Sir, not too hard.  I'll be a good
girl.  I need to pee.  Please don't make me suffer the indignity of wetting
myself like this.  Oh please, Sir, spank me as you wish, but please let me
visit the bathroom so I may save some dignity.  Please, Sir, please! 
Surely neither of us want me peeing on the floor like an infant. It'll only
take a minute...then do with me as you will,' Leslie prayed silently,
knowing enough not to beg to be released once secured for a spanking.

I could see the familiar look in her eyes...yes, she probably had to pee
badly by now.  "Oh, Leslie!  Stop your childish begging with your eyes!  I
know what you want.  And yes, I would LOVE to see the little yellow stream
of pee running down your thighs as you quiver in fright!  Which would be
grounds for further punishment as you know.   Maybe to prevent that I
should catheterize you, hmmm???  And then I'd have to wipe your pussy with
some Kleenex like a little baby.  Then strap a sanitary napkin to your
little pussy....or maybe a diaper.  Keeping your ass clear for my
punishment, of course," I taunted my little captive schoolgirl.

She finally began to beg and squirm.  She's desperate now, with tears
rolling down her cheeks streaking her makeup.  Then the first warm yellow
drops start their journey down her naked thighs.  It gets heavier and
finally she loses all control, crying like a baby and urinating like one as
well.  She floods the chair and then the floor.  She's so ashamed.  

"Look what you made me do you BASTARD!! I hope you're happy now that I've wet 
myself."  

Not surprised at her outburst, I nonchalantly replied,  "Too bad, you
snotty bitch! I see you've got to learn more about not breaching
discipline, though."

I placed a large diaper between her legs on the chair to soak up her
disgusting urine incontinence.  Undeterred, I took the paddle and brought
it around to her face, offering it to her.  Now that she had regained her
composure, she kissed the smooth surface before I took my position behind
her, feeling, tasting and smelling the finish of the paddle.

SMAAACCKKK!!!  SMAAACCKK!!!!   SMAAACCKK!!!

She blubbered and cried and begged until ten stinging pops were laid
across her bared butt cheeks.  She wiggled and squirmed to try to get out
of her bonds, but to no avail.  I stood behind her and watched with
satisfaction as she writhed with burning pain, her most intimate parts on
shameful display. 

I wasn't worried about her peeing anymore.  She was empty for now,  so I
knew I could continue with spanking the brattiness out of her.

After her paddling, I let her remain secured to the chair, burning ass on
display.  I admired my handiwork as I stepped back a few paces.  God, I
loved seeing her bound helpless like that, cheeks rosy from a proper spanking!

Finally, I unfastened first her legs, then her arms.  I led her over to a
wall, where I made her stand with her legs wide apart, hands on her head,
fingers interlaced.  I buckled straps around each of her thighs and
attached wrist cuffs to each wrist.  I brought her arms down to her sides,
clipping the wrist cuffs to the thigh straps, which caused her to bend
slightly forward with her wrists pinned to her thighs.  I grabbed her hair
and bent her over at the waist, so she was now eye-to-eye with a 6" rubber
cock staring at her, affixed to the wall.
I forced her head forward.  

"Now open your mouth and suck on that dildo!  Take that cock all the way
into your mouth until you gag!  Wrap your lips around it!  There, that's
very nice, Leslie."

I spread her legs apart and told her to hold that position...legs spread,
bent at the waist, mouth sucking on a big thick cock, hands pinned to her
thighs.  I took my position behind her.  

"Now don't move!  I don't want to see your mouth come off of that cock,
understand?"

I used my hand this time, cocking back my arm...

SLAAPPP!!!   SLAAPPP!!!   SLAAPPP!!!

I reddened both cheeks with twenty of the hardest hand spanks she'd ever
experienced.  All the while she was wiggling and squirming, but never once
moved her feet out of position or removed her mouth from the dildo.  Each
spank caused her to lurch forward, giving the appearance that she was
sucking that cock feverishly.

Finally, I stopped the spanking at that point.  She's taken all her
spankings like a good, brave girl so far.  Let's see how well she does
next....

While the spanking was going on, Leslie's mind was filled with protest and
humiliation even as she obeyed me.

'What an awful position, bending with my wrists bound at my thighs. The dildo
makes me gag...I hate having to give a man head...why do men like it so
much?  The rubber tastes God awful, but at least it didn't cum in my mouth.
 God, I hate that filthy act!  What a spanking!  This is the hardest hand
spanking I've ever had and it sets my butt aflame again...How humiliating
sucking on the rubber dildo...' she thought all at once.

When the spanking was finished, I pulled her back by the hips, pulling her
mouth off of the dildo.  Gasping for air, she straightened up as much as
she could, restricted by the wrist cuffs attached to her thigh straps.  Her
boobies swung back and forth with her erect nipples scribing little arcs in
the air beneath her chest.

"All right, Leslie.  Now comes the last part.  Are you going to take your
final punishment like a big, brave girl?"

"Y...yes, Sir," she stuttered, fearfully contemplating what lay ahead.

I led her by the arm to the opposite wall, where several straps were
hanging from eye bolts in the ceiling.  Unclipping her wrist cuffs from her
thighs, I raised her hands one by one to attach them to the hanging straps.
 I pulled the opposite ends of the straps to extend her arms outward and
above her head, until her feet were barely touching the floor.  I took a
spreader bar, adjusted it for about a four foot spread, and locked her
ankle cuffs to each end.  She was now hanging there with her torso in the
shape of an X, spread wide and completely exposed to me.  She was wholly
vulnerable to whatever punishment I decided to inflict upon her.  I moved
around her slowly, inspecting her titties, spreading her pussy lips apart
and noting her wetness seeping to the outer lips, and finally spreading her
buttocks and tapping her anus a few times, noting the reflexive clenching
of her tight hole.  Good, I thought, still nice and responsive.

(Continued in Part 2)

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