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Samantha Derbyshire, sat shaking in the corner of the dingy East End Café, wondering where the hell she was, the scruffy old Italian behind the counter told her she was in Plaistow, wherever that was, but at least she was safe, as he sat waiting for Peter to come and collect her as he had promised he would when she had rung him half an hour earlier sobbing into the phone, thirty years her senior and her boss at work, she know how cross he would be about having to drop everything, but she knew he would as he was her mentor and protector.

In fact she knew she was going to be in trouble, though for now she was more than grateful to be in one piece, the previous evening had started well, she had taken it upon herself to visit a Spankers Munch being held at a bar in Canary Wharf, where could be safer, not a play party a Munch is simply an informal gathering of people who share a kink, there were around 30 in the group altogether, and no one watching would have guessed they were anything but a group of bankers on a night out. Peter had been very clear with her before she set out, make sure you don’t drink too much and make sure you leave alone in a cab. If someone takes your fancy get to know them first and meet them again at a later date, be careful or you will get into all kinds of trouble. She knew that was sound advice from her Lawyer boss.

He had introduced her to spanking, and had been keeping a careful eye on her for the past two years, he was she felt far too old for her as a sexual partner and now she felt the need to meet someone closer to her own age of 24, to take her education in the world of BDSM one step further, and she did so with Peter’s blessing.

Most of the group had been none too different to Peter and most of the ladies had been older than her, in their thirties and forties, but Carlos had leapt out at her immediately, he was about 35 , 6ft tall tanned and handsome, who spoke good English as you would expect from the Spanish banker he claimed to be, his manners were impeccable, and within the hour they had split off from the main crowd and were sipping champagne on the pavement outside, the desire to be handcuffed to this guys bed became overwhelming, and he promised to be gentle, given it was their first date, he promised he would whip her gently and their wouldn’t be a mark to show for it, she felt her knickers getting moist simply talking to the man, and it seemed quite natural to leave with him at around ten thirty even if they both were a little tipsy, the guys stunning good looks had blinded her to Peter’s rules.

She was a little shocked when the mini cab turned up a rather run down flat and she had little idea where she was, it certainly wasn’t Wapping where she had been expecting to be taken. But never the less she went in with him and gasped with delight as he took her in his strong arms and hugged her tightly. She felt heady as he told her to undress and stand in the corner, and she did without a second thought, peeling herself out of her over tight jeans and T shirt, she was a little plumper than she ought to be, and she was definitely punching above her weight with this guy and enjoying every minute. It was as if an electric shock passed through her as he tightend leather cuffs around both her wrist and ankles, he lead her to the bedroom with its Iron Bedpost and quickly secured her too it face down, and then stroked her long blonde hair and ran his fingers slowly down her back until they reached her crotch, she shuddered as he reached her sex, she was on fire and this was going to be marvellous, she could see a riding crop hanging on the door and didn’t fear it one little bit.

She heard him go out and mess about in the kitchen and he shortly returned with a tumbler of what looked like whisky in his hands, he sat in silence in the chair for some thirty minutes or so, the anticipation, making her more and more excited by the minute, but then he fell asleep, and she was alone in a strangers flat tied to the bed with no possibility of moving until he woke and released her, the thought quickly sobered her up, she heard to the front door open and a couple came in both speaking Spanish, they came into the bedroom looked at the scene, laughed and left again, without a word in English.

It was getting chilly and she needed the toilet badly, she was scared now it must have been five am when the sun finally rose and she could contain herself no longer, she peed on the bed and had no choice but to lie in it for what proved to be another 6 hours, by which time she had defecated too, the bed stank her body stank and she was in the middle of it naked and cold despite the day warming up outside, and very scared as to what would happen next. Luckily the Spanish girl came into the room and released her, looking worried herself but the language barrier prevented words, Samantha just pulled on her jeans and T Shirt, without so much as stopping to clean herself up and fled down the street, and into the first café she found, where she called Peter in tears and he set out to rescue her.

She wasn’t about to call the police, in fact the guy hadn’t really done anything other than leave her tied to a bed, no lasting damage had been done but she shuddered at the thought of what night have been ,Peter’s advice had been so right, why had she been so young and stupid, she knew the older man was not going to be pleased with her.

She cried and hugged him tightly when he came into the café, the owner probably assumed he was her Dad and in no time at all they were heading back towards the safety of her Regents Park flat.

Peter ran a foamy bath for her, and she slipped into it, when she emerged feeling a lot better, in her while towelling robe some thirty minutes later, he had prepared lunch, they sat and ate in silence, Samantha really didn’t know quite what to say, in the end she just looked him in the eye and said “I am very, very sorry Sir, for disobeying you and putting you to so much trouble”

He eyed her back, “you should be he retorted, it was crass stupidity, it’s time for you to learn what a real caning is all about, once you have experienced it I am sure you won’t step out with madmen again, its better you experience it with me than at the hands of a stranger who you know nothing about”

Samantha’s stomach tightened with fear and apprehension, she had heard about Peter’s real canings, from her friend Angela, well Peter’s friend to be more precise, he had introduced them at his tennis club, and she had shown the younger girl the last remains of the marks on her bottom some two months after the event, she had told her all about both the experiences at the hands of her father in her late teens and of the repeat performance with Peter many years later. She had shown Samantha at Peter’s request, simply to show her what could happen if she put herself in the wrong hands, she had also seen photos of the older woman’s bottom the day after the caning, twelve purple wheals running parallel across her buttocks, perfectly placed in neat lines by the perfect pro that Mr Jones was, Samantha winced at the thought, but she knew that she deserved it, and she knew she was safe with Peter, she knew she could trust him implicitly to do what was right for her and keep her safe. She didn’t want to make the same mistake again.

Peter punched a number into his phone, she realised straight away who he was calling, the guy who owned the Headmasters Study that she had heard so much about, but not yet visited, Peter was brief, can you fit me in an hour tomorrow evening, 8-0PM will be fine, I shall have two ladies with me, one of whom is in a lot of trouble.

Fine, see you then. He then dialled a second number, “Hi Alison, I will explain more later but are you free tomorrow evening, Ah good, then can you do me a favour and pick up young Miss Derbyshire from Regents Park and driver her over to Stepney for me, good, thanks a lot I will arrange the details in the morning”

Alison will be here at about six pm to prepare you, make sure you wear a skirt, and don’t expect to be able to sit down before Monday, Samantha’s stomach flipped again, it was only Wednesday.

Samantha was shattered and she slept fitfully right through to the following morning when her alarm woke her at six am, she showered and dressed, she knew what Peter would expect, or at least she hoped she did. Stockings and suspenders were the answer that would distract him she hoped, she wore them to work, she knew she wasn’t going to have much time afterwards, she only saw him once during the day, and he ignored her as a Senior Partner would a lowly trainee, no one in the office had any idea of the relationship they had.

She felt strangely calm on the tube going home, though it got stuck for a while and it was almost six fifteen when she got to her flat, she saw Alison’s BMW parked outside. In many ways this is something she had dreamed of for a long time, punishment, pure simple punishment, that she knew was deserved and would benefit from. When they got into the flat Alison came straight to the point. Put your hands on your head and look at me whilst I explain what’s going to happen, Samantha was taken aback, but she knew this is how it was meant to be and obeyed instantly, whilst feeling quite humiliated, she had never been treated this way by a woman before.

“Knicker Inspection, raise your skirt” was Alison’s first command, Samantha obeyed without hesitation, feeling her face start to burn as she revealed her rather sexy stockings and suspenders”

You must be kidding; I am not taking you to see Headmaster dressed as a tart. Take them off. Samantha felt herself really blushing now as she took them off and didn’t understand why, Alison had seen her naked many times before in the changing room, but this was different and somehow more exciting, she could already feel the adrenaline starting to build. It was a heady mix of fear and excitement that she was feeling.

“Put these on instead” Alison handed her a pair of white tennis knickers that fitted rather too snugly, she needed to make more effort to shed a stone, at that moment she vowed to give up drinking until she had attained that goal.

“Do you want me to spank you, Alison said quite softly, you will get no warm up from Mr Jones, it’s up to you” Samantha was again shocked at the thought of being punished by a woman, but she knew it made sense, “yes please “she responded.

Alison glared at her, and the penny dropped at to why. “You will refer to me as Mrs Rodgers or Maam if you will please young lady”

“Yesss , errr Mrs Rogers err Maam”, she was blushing even more furiously now, but knew it was what she had to do.

“Fetch me the paddle Miss Derbyshire, Alison knew that she kept a leather paddle belonging to Peter in her bedside drawer. Samantha headed for the bedroom and Alison decided to follow her as she turned Alison was stood in the doorway, with her hand out, blocking the exit, with her hand out, she stepped out and the younger girl handed her the paddle.

“If you bend over the edge of the bed it will be more comfortable” Alison instructed and Samantha obeyed reluctantly, but she was on a high this was new territory.

She lay face down on the bed and placed her hands on her head as she always did for Peter. And was electrified when she was rewarded with a gently flick of the paddle, she didn’t expect to enjoy it from a woman, but she was.

But she soon came down to earth, you have been very very stupid Sammie, I can’t believe what you did, Alison was talking as a friend now, punctuating her words with gentle flicks or the paddle. You could easily of gotten yourself killed, both Peter and I have warned you about the dangers haven’t we, with that the strap bit hard in to her flesh for the first time, Samantha let out a low squeal.

“Don’t be silly girl, this is nothing compared to what is to come when we get to Stepney”, didn’t the young girl know it.

“You will receive twelve strokes of the cane from Mr Jones, a Senior Dragon Cane applied with considerable force, you will keep still throughout, are you in agreement that this is what you deserve”, Yes Maam I am (she was expecting at least twenty in her own mind and was mildly relieved).

Right then let’s get down to business, Samantha lay there in silence for the next fifteen minutes as Alison, flicked at her bottom with the strap, building up the intensity gently until the girls buttocks were quite pink. Sammie was actually enjoying this, and knew it was going to stand her in good stead for what was to come.

She stopped when the alarm rang on her phone signalling it was seven fifteen and time to move. Are we ready then Sammie, Alison was being a mate again now,” This will do you good, you have to learn how to look after yourself , I did the hard way, and it will do you no harm to do the same”.

“I know” replied Samantha, can we go, I am ready to get this over with, the older woman fished her keys from her handbag as the younger girl held the door open, and followed her down the two flights of stairs, a quick stab of the central locking and her pink bottom was luxuriating in the deep leather bucket seats, knowing that on the return journey sitting would be all but impossible. They drove in silence through the late rush hour traffic; Samantha felt the fear rise and fall within her in gentle waves, why was she doing this, was she crazy, she was doing this because she wanted Peter like no other despite his age, she has fought the idea for a long time but she had now decided that at nearly 25 she was old enough to do what she liked with whoever she liked, and that included submitting to and seducing a man 30 years her senior, so what she was a big girl.

She was in a bit of a haze when they pulled up in the nondescript street; Alison checked a text message on her phone, and then quietly said “Good Luck, Sammie. Let’s go , I shall be here to take care of you when it’s over”

The guy who answered the door clearly recognised Alison, and looked closely at the pretty young blonde, “Hello, he said to the older woman, I presume this is the silly young girl, he turned to Samantha, Peter has told me all about you, I believe you had a luck escape, and now it’s time to pay for it” The young girl nodded almost paralysed with fear now. This was it, the real thing, no games anymore. Alison do you want to go in and have a word with Peter, he would like the young lady to wait outside the door until he is ready, “Face the wall then young lady, hands on your head, when the clock strikes, please knock on the door and ask permission to enter” With that they both disappeared leaving Samantha’s in complete silence bar the ticking of the Grandfather clock in the Hallway. Butterflies were everywhere in her tummy now as she felt as many young girls had before her before CP was outlawed, the difference was that she knew if she wanted to, she could walk away at any time, but she didn’t want to, she was ready to face it.

Her heart missed several beats some twenty minutes later when the clock finally chimed, her mouth went dry, and her legs felt as if they could no longer hold her weight. But she stepped forward and knocked loudly on the door.

“Come” she heard Peter boom from within, and Alison opened the door, wearing Academic gowns as teacher would, Peter as ever was in an expensive suit, as ever in control of the situation.

She eyed the room, very 50’s she could see all manner of canes hanging from rack on the side, and Peter was sat in a leather chair behind a solid oak desk.

“Mrs Rodgers and I are both very disappointed with you, we thought we had taught you some sense about the dangers of the BDSM world, but at the first opportunity you forgot everything and plunged yourself into danger”, Samantha burst into a flood of tears and the older woman put her arm around her shoulder, they were tears of relief that she was still alive to face the ordeal she knew she so richly deserved. Within two minutes she had composed herself and Alison helped her with a tissue.

Peter knew he had pushed the girl as far as she could and now needed to get the deed done quickly, and painfully, this was intended as a once in a lifetime punishment, not to be repeated. He selected a cane from the rack, a quarter inch thick fairly stiff rattan Dragon cane, roughly 3ft long with a crook handle.

“Bend over the desk”, he issued the instruction quickly and Samantha obeyed without hesitation, “feet apart, just a bit further”, he spent about two minutes getting her in the precise position he wanted. Lift her skirt please Mrs Rodgers, he always avoided any physical contact with the victim when punishing. Alison ticked her skirt into the top of her tennis knickers and pulled the hem up to expose as much of the tanned bare flesh as[i] she could, again he didn’t allow the girl the thrill of exposing herself fully when it was genuine punishment as this was.

He actually hated doing this but knew that just occasionally it had to be done as part of a girls training,

“Are we ready Miss Derbyshire” “Yes Sir “the girl responded loudly and almost defiantly. Mrs Rodgers are we ready, “Yes Mr Jones” was response.

There was a pregnant pause, and then Alison spoke quietly.

One she intoned and the cane hissed through the air meeting Alison’s bottom with a loud crack, as ever a white tramline appeared which burned to red some twenty seconds later

Two, Alison was moving this along quickly and the cane burned into the young girls flesh for the second time, but she didn’t flinch, she was being very brave. Alison knew she couldn’t hold out for long this was far worse than anything she had dreamed possible, but she did as Alison called the third, fourth and fifth strokes a 30 second intervals, timed with her watch now, on the sixth stroke the flood gates opened and Samantha began to howl, tears once more pouring down her cheeks.

Take her hands Mrs Rodgers, and Alison moved round the desk grasping her wrists pinning her down so that movement was impossible. Peter was worried maybe 12 was too many

The next two strokes were no more than flicks, he knew he was going soft and needed to concentrate on the job in hand.

He decided that he needed to lower her panties if only to assess the damage he was doing, and slipped them down to her knees, from where they fluttered to her ankles, it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting angry red wheals yes, but purple no. That’s what he wanted to achieve. For Samantha’s part, she felt as if a burning poker had been applied to her bottom, but she knew she had to brace herself for more, “please sir “she whimpered “please get it over with quickly”.

Peter decided to oblige, four more times within probably no more than ten seconds he lashed the cane into her tender buttocks, cleverly avoiding hitting the same spot twice, his accuracy was spot on , she was screaming with pain now, thank god the place was sound proofed.

Stand up he ordered, and the young girl just about stumbled to her feet.

Come here, you’re not going to be that silly again are you, and he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a bear hug that lasted a full five minutes, she had never felt so safe, loved and protected in all her life and she knew more than ever that she wanted him like no other man.

Alison will look after you know he intoned, take her home and rub in some Arnica, I will, be round on Saturday at eight PM to take you out to dinner, and with that he swept out of the room.