“You’ve been a very naughty boy and you deserve to be punished by Mistress.” is all he could remember Her saying.  He’d been alone in the room only a few minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime.  “Wait in there and think about what you’ve done.”  he heard through the closed door.  As instructed, he’d lowered his trousers and pants and was bent over the whipping bench.  So many thoughts raced through his mind.  “What will She do to me?”  “Will I stand the pain?”  “How long will I have to wait?”  “Will I enjoy it and get an erection?  Oh how embarrassing!  Will I be punished for that too?”

His heart raced as he wondered if he’d be lucky enough to be bent over Her knee for a spanking.  “Will I manage to catch a glimpse of Her thighs?”  “Would She notice if I touched one of them ‘by accident’?”

The last time they’d met was almost a month ago.  He’d been in heaven and was so lost in thoughts and dreams, that when She spoke it had almost made him jump out of his skin.  “What do you think you are doing?” She demanded, in a tone that reminded him of his strict headmistress from years ago.  “Oh, erm, n-n-nothing Mistress!” he stuttered, but She was not convinced at all.  “You are not to look up My skirt when you are on your knees!”  “Oh no Mistress,” he said, “I, I, I wasn’t.  I…”  “Yes you were and it will not do at all, will it?”

He knew the look She was giving him.  The stare from which there was no escape; but he dared not look up at Her now.  “No Mistress.  Sorry Mistress.”  “Lying to Me will not be tolerated!”  She exclaimed, in a quiet but very stern voice, leaving no room for manoeuvre.   “I’m sorry Mistress!” he said, keeping his head bowed respectfully.

The door suddenly opened and in She came.  He dared not look at Her, despite every fibre in his being begging him to do so.  She walked around him saying nothing.  He felt so exposed and vulnerable.  His body started to tremble.  “Have you thought about what you did?” She asked.  He wasn’t sure how he should answer, so in a very quiet voice he begged, “Mistress…”  “Speak up!” She demanded, “I asked you a question.”  “Yes Mistress, I have and I know I’ve been a naughty boy and deserve to be punished.”  “Good,” She said, “and punished you will be!”

To be continued…

(The above scene refers to consenting adults over the age of 18)