Join the Dots…

From Blushes 22

Dear Editor,

I have a recurring fantasy which, I am sure, would make an excellent basis for one of your exciting Join-the-Dots features.

Whilst aware that black leather clothing is usually associated with dominant women, in my fantasy the girl wears this type of clothing yet is a submissive. Or, at least, she is made to be one. May I describe the kind of thing she wears? Then, perhaps, you could approximate to it in your pictures. She wears a black blouse, preferably sleeveless. Her skirt is of black leather; exceedingly tight and almost absurdly short. Under this skirt is a black suspender belt supporting a pair of black fishnet stockings. The girl and I are alone in this house. We are to be there for the weekend. She has been sent to me for a brief course of corrective discipline… and is completely under my control. When she is not performing some domestic task I have given her, she is kept locked in a small room.

At the outset, the girl was informed that she would be subject to corrective discipline and that this would be administered by me, first thing each morning and last thing at night. When I show her the cane I intend to use, she looks very frightened. But there is nothing she can do about it. She is virtually a prisoner.

When I come to fetch her for her first taste of discipline, she runs around the room, trying to escape me. It is an impossibility, yet all the same she tries. Sheer instinct.

I pull her through the doorway and along the passageway towards the room where I intend to cane her. She resists fiercely. However, I do not allow her to dictate to me and tug her along remorselessly. She pleads to be released; she begs to be let off her corrective treatment.

‘Not a chance,’ I say. ‘As you will be aware, it has been laid down by others. I am merely acting as an agent in this matter.’

‘I’ll do… anything… you want!’ The implications of that are obvious, but I ignore them. In fact, I can take anything I want anyway.

Suddenly, in her efforts to resist, she stumbles, falling to her knees. I am not diverted and continue to tug her along. She slides along over the polished floor. Quite helpless.

Then we arrive in the room. I order her to stand. She does so, swaying and I see that she is trembling, with eyes wide in fear. When I produce the whippy cane they widen even further.

‘No… no… not that!’ she implores. She cannot escape me. She can move around, twist and turn, but she cannot escape. Nor can she interfere with her punishment.

I unzip her leather skirt at the back and open it. Beneath she wears a pair of very tight-fitting black briefs. They will offer no protection from the cane and, in any event, most of her fulsome bottom is naked anyway, so small are those briefs.

‘Six hard strokes,’ I tell her. ‘Then eight this evening. Ten tomorrow morning and twelve tomorrow night.’

This news of a progressive increase in her corrective discipline, causes her to burst into a flood of tears. I think it most salutary that the girl be informed in this way. It is something which will occupy her mind very much; day and night.

Taking hold of one side of her skirt — so that she cannot twist away too far — I give her as hard a cut as I can. She shrieks breathlessly, head thrown back, writhing from side to side with pain, ‘One,’ I say — rather needlessly.

‘Oh no… no… it h-hurts… it hurts!’

‘It’s meant to,’ I reply. Then I give her a second cut. She shrieks more loudly, twists more violently. There are two bright weals over the flesh. One can see them through the thinness of the knickers, too.

Unhurriedly, despite her continuous pleas and her pitiful cries of pain, despite her violent twisting, I lay on the remaining strokes. She is weeping most copiously by the time I have finished. She falls to her knees on the floor, head bowed right down, sobbing her heart out.

How will she react as the number of strokes I lay across her bottom steadily increases? There is no doubt that this girl will be much reformed by the time I have finished with her.

When she has recovered just a little of her composure, I lead her back to her room and lock her in once more. After she has had an hour or so to get over the worst of it, I shall set her some domestic tasks. The threat of more cane if she does not carry them out satisfactorily, will be a great incentive, I am sure!

That, then, is my particular fantasy, and I should be most grateful if you would include it in your series, so that I can amuse myself by making some important ‘additions’!

Yours sincerely,

D Jarvis, Folkestone