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Subject: {ASSM} New: Mary, Mary (F/M spank)
Date: Sun,  1 Sep 2002 03:10:03 -0400
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Mary, Mary  (F/M spank)

"This is a series of photographs of an actual paddling at our
facility," Governess Alisha said.  "This is the mildest discipline
that we administer.  The standard dose is about thirty to thirty five
swats.  The male is bent over across what we call the punishment
bench, and he is secured in place so that he can not move.  Then the
discipline is administered."

Mary almost visibly trembled with excitement as she stared at the
photographs.  The series showed action shots of the progression of a
paddling.  The woman administering the discipline had her hair in a
ponytail, which showed obvious motion as she wielded the instrument.
She bent her knees as she propelled the swats into the bound
recipient.  The photographs of her face showed lips pressed tightly
together in an expression of determination.  The photographs of the
male's face showed wide eyes and a surprised, pained expression.  The
pictures of his bared buttocks plainly showed the effects of the
expert woman's attentions.

"Uhm.. interesting," Mary replied, and turned the page of the album to
the following section.

"This next section shows some strappings.  The instrument used is
called a tawse, and is very effective."

Mary gazed at the pictures of a serious-looking woman wielding the
tawse with obvious force.  The recipient in this case displayed
clenched teeth and a contorted expression on his face.  Other pictures
showed the progressive accumulation of strap marks on his bared
buttocks and further action shots of the governess wielding the strap.

"A strapping ordinarily consists of fifty strokes.  A more severe
strapping will have a hundred or more strokes, at our discretion."

Mary's hands visibly trembled as she turned the pages.

"What you see here is a caning.  These are among the most severe
discipline packages we offer.  The cane is a length of rattan.  As you
can see, each stroke leaves a raised weal on the buttocks.  Canings
are administered in sets of dozens.  A caning of one-dozen strokes is
given after a preparatory paddling of twenty strokes.  When a caning
of two or three dozen strokes is selected, we dispense with the
warm-up paddling."

Mary's breathing deepened when she saw the pictures of the progression
of a caning.  The recipient's face showed his mouth wide open, no
doubt shouting from the acute sensation.

"As you will see when you turn the page, when a caning of more than
twenty four strokes is given, about half of the strokes are given on
top of previous ones, and are diagonally placed.  This also has the
effect of intensifying the punishment."

Mary gazed for a while at the picture of the criss-crossed weals.  "I
think I've seen enough.  My mind is made up."

Alisha smiled inwardly.  She had seen the reaction before, and knew
that she had a new customer.  She was confident when she met the spry,
bright-eyed Mary, that the conclusion of their meeting would be one or
more sessions.

"When you make the appointment a non-refundable deposit of half the
fee is required," Alisha stated.  "Also, we request that you accompany
him to the clinic on every visit."

"Will I get to watch him while, uhm..."

"We ask that you not observe the first discipline session.  During
subsequent sessions, should they be required, you are welcome to view
the session from an adjoining private observation booth."

"Private?"

"If I may be very candid, some women find that observing the
administration of discipline is... highly erotic.  Thus, the privacy."

"Can you tell me more about the sessions..."

"When you bring your boyfriend or husband in for discipline, two
members of the staff take him to the asssigned room where his
treatment will take place.  There are always two of the staff in
attendance at a session - the discipline administrator and a nurse.
The nurse also takes notes on any details of the session. The door is
then locked, and the male is to strip completely and position himself
bent over at the waist.  The governess in charge then affixes his
bindings in place.  She binds his wrists and ankles to the punishment
bench.  Then she will cinch a binding strap around his waist to assure
as little movement as possible."

Alisha had Mary's wide-eyed attention.

"The nurse will record his pulse rate and temperature, after which the
governess initiates the prescribed discipline.  The discipline itself
never requires more than a few minutes.  Afterward, the nurse will
again record his pulse and temperature.  The recipient must then stay
secured in position for ten minutes before being released."

"I can almost anticipate your next question," Alisha said.  "Let's see
if I have it right - you want to know about the governesses on the
staff."

"That's amazing!  How did you know?"

"You are far from the only one on your situation.  After all, if there
were no demand for our services, we would not be offering them."

Mary was releived to know that she was not alone.

"Back to your question about the staff.  The governesses - those who
administer discipline - are very experienced at what they do.  They
typically are employed part time by us, and may have part time
employment outside the clinic.  They could be at the checkout counter
of the grocery store; they could be your hairdresser; a department
store clerk; a student at college - or a housewife."

A flash of insight came to Mary when she recalled her latest hair
appointment.  A printed flyer had been left as a bookmark in a
magazine she was reading.  She was about to discard it when the
wording caught her eye. 'Ladies: Discipline problems with your
husband/lover?  Let us do it for you.'  It went on to suggest that a
woman doesn't need to learn the complex art of administering
discipline, and that the staff at this clinic could assist, and gave a
phone number for more information and an interview.  She
inconspicuously folded the ad and kept it.  That led to the present
interview.

Now Mary wondered who had placed the ad where she found it - was it
one of the hairdressers, or was it a satisfied customer?

Alisha spoke again.  "You may need some time to make a decision and
arrange things.  Feel free to call the clinic if you have any
questions."  She stood up, shook Mary's hand, and left.

The previous evening, Mary had told her boyfriend, Max, that she
wanted to break up.  He, predictably, promised to treat her better -
as he had done several times before.  She told him no, this is a
predictable pattern and the same thing will happen again in a couple
of months.  After a long and sometimes heated discussion, Mary told
him that this time will be different, and that she will decide the
conditions under which she will keep seeing him, and to come over the
following evening and she will let him know.

When he did come over he was astounded when she outlined the terms of
staying together - he was to receive physical discipline at the
clinic, whenever she decided that he needed it.  They discussed; they
argued; they talked.  In the end, Mary stood firm and gave him twenty
four hours to agree to her terms, and even if he did, there would be
no sex until after the first appointment.

He reluctantly agreed, and Mary made an appointment for Max to be
paddled.  She agreed that a dose of thirty five swats would be good.

Two days later they went through the clinic's main entrance and were
shown a small waiting room in which Mary would spend her time while
Max received his due.  They were both excited for different reasons,
and both tried not to show their excitement.  Max's was more
trepidation than excitement.

The door opened and two women told Max to come with them.  His heart
pounded as he followed Nurse Sabina and Governess Kat.  They went into
a rather large room, in the center of which was a padded structure
that was bolted to the floor.  On each wall there were several small
windows which appeared to be mirrors.  He noticed one of the two video
cameras inconspicuously mounted near the ceiling.

Nurse Sabina told him to strip completely.  Kat had him bend over
across the punishment bench, and secured his wrists to each side of
the structure.  His bared buttocks were well presented for what was to
come.  Kat secured his ankles to the bench, and snugly cinched a
binding strap around his waist.

Max's mouth went dry.  He didn't know quite what to expect, and the
inevitability of the situation became clear as he realized he would
have to take all the punishment that Kat was to give him.

The governess retrieved a hardwood paddle and stood in front of him
while Nurse Sabina recorded his pulse.  The nurse went behind him and
inserted a rectal thermometer.

Max wondered how hard Kat would spank him.  He looked at his spanker -
she appeared to be in her mid twenties, and dressed in ordinary street
clothes - a short dress and sandals.  Her medium length dark hair was
in a ponytail, and her full lips betrayed no emotion.

Kat then slowly paced around the room while Max retained the rectal
thermometer.  Kat knew that there were observers in some of the booths
- probably new applicants in training for governess positions.  This
was becoming very popular and there was always an oversupply of women
wanting to be hired there.

Kat always experienced sexual excitement from wielding the paddle and
strap.  She felt fortunate that her current boyfriend accepted
discipline from her.  Not that he had a choice if he wanted to be her
boyfriend.

Nurse Sabina removed the thermometer, made a note, and stood before
Max, signifying that the discipline was to begin.

Kat took her place, spread her feet, slightly bent her knees and
touched the paddle against Max's exposed bottom to gauge her position.

"Thirty five strokes is your prescribed punishment," Kat announced.
"We will begin now!"

Kat had done this countless times before.  She kept her eye on the
recipient's bared bottom, drew the paddle far back, and swiveled her
hips as she expertly delivered the first swat.

A loud "whack!" reverberated through the room, immediately followed by
Max's exclamation of "UHHHHH!"

"One!" Sabina announced.

Kat counted to three, drew the paddle back again, and delivered the
second stroke.

Whack! "AUHHHHHH!" "Two!"

Whack! "OWWWW!" "Three!"

Max was bewildered by the intensity of the hot stinging sensation all
over his buttocks.  Each paddle stroke had a cumulative effect, and
added to the one before it.

Whack!  "AHHHHHHH!" "Four!"

Whack!  "OWW! NOT SO HARD!"  "Five!"

Mary sipped coffee in the small waiting room and absent mindedly
flipped through a magazine while Max was being paddled.  She wondered
about several things - how Max was taking it; whether it would do any
good; if the session she chose was either too severe or not severe
enough.  There was one thing that occupied her mind above all else -
she wanted to observe Max getting it.  While she did not acknowledge
any erotic stimulation from this, she did wonder about the twinges she
felt between her legs, and dismissed those to general excitement.
Meanwhile, the paddling relentlessly continued.

Whack!  "NO MORE! NO MORE!  PLEASE STOP!"  "Eighteen!"

Whack!  "STOP! JUST FOR A MINUTE!"  "Nineteen!"

Whack!  "UHHHH! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!"  "Twenty!"

Max had never gone through anything like this before.  Every swat of
the paddle seemed hotter than the one before.  His buttocks felt
ablaze.  And she keeps hitting me!  Why can't she stop for a minute?
Why does she have to paddle so hard? ...

Whack!  "AAAAAAAAAH!"  "Thirty one!"

Kat readied the next swat.  Four more and it'll be over.  I wish I
could go on longer with this one.  The way he carries on makes my work
worthwhile.  And he's got to take every last swat I give him.  I'd
better make the rest of them really count for something.  I love it.
Unhhh...

Whaaaack!  "OWWWWW! AAAAUGH!"  "Thirty two!"

Whaaaack!  "NO! NO! STOP!"  "Thirty three!"

Whaaaack!  "PLEASE! MERCY! AAAAH!"  "Thirty four!"

Whaaaack!  "AAAAAAAAUGH!"  "Thirty five!"

Kat hung the paddle on the wall and watched as Sabina again inserted
the rectal thermometer and recorded the pulse of the bound male.  Then
for the remainder of the ten minutes she paced around the room.

Max looked visibly shaken when Kat and Sabina returned him to the room
where Mary waited.  Without a word, she got up, took his hand, and
they left.

That evening they had an especially intense lovemaking session, and
Mary was satisfied for a few weeks.  Characteristically, old patterns
set in again, and Max backslid into his prior mode of behavior.

Mary dreaded having to confront the problmems in the relationship, but
decided that if it was not going to work, she should know before any
long term commitments.  She told Max that he would have to receive
another discipline session or not see her again.  They argued for a
while, and he reluctantly agreed to a discipline session.  Mary chose
the three-dozen stroke caning for Max, reasoning that a very severe
session would determine the direction of the relationship.  When she
made the appointment she mentioned that she wanted to observe the
session.

They arrived together and were quickly led to a waiting room.  As soon
as the nurse and Kim, the canemistress, led Max to the discipline
room, the receptionist escorted Mary to one of the many observation
rooms.

Mary, her heart pounding, locked the door to the small dark room and
seated herself on the padded bench provided for the observers.  There
were two video screens in view in addition to the one-way window
through which she could see the entire room.  Every sound from the
room came through the speakers.  She wathed Max being secured into
place, and one of the video monitors focused on his bared bottom.  The
other monitor took in the entire punishment bench from the front, so
she could see the governess administering as well as Max's facial
expressions.

Kim, a tall, slender blonde, appeared very young - as if still in
college.  She had a small mouth with full red lips.  She wore a white
blouse and her jeans came down just below her knees, nicely showing
off her calves and sandaled feet.  She retrieved a straight rattan
cane and paced while the nurse was taking Max's temperature.

"Oh God," Mary said aloud to herself.  Although she knew that Max was
going to be severely punished, she had to admit now that she was
highly stimulated by what she saw.

The nurse stood before Max.  Kim ran her hand lightly all over Max's
bared buttocks for about a minute, as if gettting a feel for the
target area.

Then in a rather high but dominant voice, she announced, "Your
prescribed punishment today is thirty six strokes of the rattan cane.
It will be very severe, and you are likely to beg me to stop.  It will
do no good to beg, however, since I will give you the entire
prescribed dose.  We will begin now.  Nurse, please count the
strokes."

Kim lightly tapped the rattan instrument several times on Max's bared
buttocks.  A flick of her wrist and a swivel of her hips, followed by
the sound of a switch through the air, and suddenly a flash of pain
invaded Max's consciousness.  The sharp pain, all across his buttocks,
intensified for a couple seconds and then peaked.  As the weal turned
red, he cried out, "AHHHH!"

A few seconds later Kim placed another striation immediately next to
the first one.

Max's exclamation of "OHHHH!" filled the room.

Whippp!  "AAAAUGH!"  "Three!"

Mary watched with wide eyes; she couldn't get enough of the scene
before her.  She had conflicting emotions about what she saw.  Max
was, after all, her lover, but then he needed to learn a lesson.  This
was very severe, and she felt for him, but she could not doubt the
effectiveness of the punishment.  And, the tingling between her legs
got stronger with each passing moment, and was impossible to ignore.

Max cried out with longer and more strident shouts as his punishment
progressed.  As most do, he fervently begged Kim to stop.  Only for a
minute, he pleaded.  If only she wouldn't stike so hard, he was
convinced, he might be able to take it.  But Kim's arm relentlessly
applied the sleek cane as she had done countless times, without
stopping, and each stroke was accurate and effective as the previous
one.

When Kim had applied half the allotment, she placed subsequent strokes
diagonally across his buttocks.  The sudden intensity of each flash of
pain from the intersecting striations convinced Max that he could not
endure Kim's administration of discipline.  He begged her to stop; he
shouted that he could not take it.  Kim had heard this litany over and
over, and paid no heed as she continued to apply the overlapping
stripes.

Mary could stand it no longer, and breathlessly shoved her hand inside
her damp panties.  She was taken aback at the profuse cream she
encountered.  She kept her gaze upon Kim's dispassionate and
relentless caning of Max's bound buttocks and the intersecting
striations, and used her slippery cream as a lubricant.  It took
scarcely a half minute for Mary to climax.  By then Kim had applied
the full measure of discipline to Max, and the nurse inserted the
rectal thermometer.  Mary felt her whole body blush from the afterglow
of her orgasm, and stared into the room through the one-way window.
She knew she had to seriously think about what she had seen that day.

Three weeks later, she waited nervously after dialing the telephone.
"Alisha, this is Mary - you may remember that I brought Max in for a
session recently.  I - I'd like to talk to you about working there...
Oh, thank you!  No, I don't mind - I admit I have a lot to learn...
Twenty five hours a week.  Thank you... I'm looking forward to
starting there.  I'll be there!"

"I can't take this anymore," she said aloud after she hung up the
phone.  She hurriedly yanked down her panties and took them off, then
hiked her dress up above her naked hips.  She reclined on the sofa and
splayed her legs.  Her head back, she closed her eyes and visualized
herself in the discipline room at the clinic, a rattan cane in her
hand, administering stroke after stroke on the bared buttocks of the
captive male.  Her fingers worked feversihly on her slippery
womanhood.  In her fantasy she saw the angry red striations appear on
her target as the nurse dispassionately counted the strokes.  Flashes
of light intruded on her fantasy scene when her orgasm took hold and
wrenched her insides.

The following day she stepped inside the clinic and began her
training.


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