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By Monday morning the cane marks had started to fade, although the memories of the weekend were still fresh in my mind. I found myself constantly thinking over the last seventy-two hours. I had been caned for the first time and witnessed the caning of a virtual stranger.At work on Monday, I resolved to put into practice all that I had discussed with Anita. I felt more confident than at any time since starting in the role. On Wednesday I finally managed to close my first piece of business, my boss was delighted and as soon as I got home, I rushed to tell Anita the news.She was pleased and invited me over later that evening to celebrate with a glass or two of wine. By eight o’clock I found myself on the sofa with Anita and a large glass of red wine in my hand. I told her all about the new client.“So, the new regime is working?” Anita queried.“It looks like it is yes. Thank you for helping me out.”“We are only just beginning, you are a very smart woman, you just have not tried to reach your potential yet.”“I am pleased you think so.” I paused. The wine had gone to my head. “The six strokes were worth it.”“That is only a beginning too. Can you still see the marks?”“No, they are faded now but I used to check every morning.”“How did they make you feel?”“It is strange, I know I deserved the punishment you gave me, but I was also proud of them. Does that make sense?”“Yes, when I was last caned, I checked my bottom every day until the stripes had gone.”“When were you last caned?”“More recently than you may think, but I will say no more for now. I do have something for you though.” With this curious answer, she left the room to return holding a cane. “Now the stripes have faded this will help you remember to be good. Hang it on the back of your bedroom door.”She handed me the cane. I took hold of it like I was holding a snake. It was very thin and very flexible and as I knew from experience, very capable of imparting a sting. I am not sure if I was emboldened by the wine but I asked, “Do you enjoy caning people?”Anita smiled, “You are very nosy tonight. If I am totally honest yes, I do. I enjoy the power it brings; I am not cruel and would never push someone beyond their limits. But I also feel corporal punishment works. Look at the change it has helped to bring for you.”“Are you a lesbian?” The question had escaped my mouth before I had thought it through. I had always been curious but had not been previously brave enough to ask. The wine effect I suppose.“You are being direct,” again she smiled, “but a fair question. Let us say I have strong tendencies that way. Can I ask the same question of you?”I felt myself blush. “I have had boyfriends, Ankara bayan escort but in the first year of university I had a relationship with a girl that ended badly but I loved her very much, it hurt a lot at the time.”“Interesting,” was all Anita said.The conversation drifted onto more mundane matters and just after ten o’clock, Anita stood. “I need to get to bed, remember I will see you for your weekly reckoning tomorrow. See you at eight o’clock.” With that, we both retired to our separate bedrooms.I had another successful day at work on Thursday and my boss told me that he had seen an improvement. I thought the reckoning would go well.At eight o’clock we both sat at the kitchen table with coffee this time. It was easy to list all the good points of the week. I was then asked, “Is there anything else we should discuss?”“Well, I forgot to mention a store card last week, that is also on its credit limit.”“Anything else?”“No, I think that is it, it has been a really good week.”“It has been a good week, but I thought you said you would start to get fit. Have you done anything about that?”“Well, no not yet.”“I also thought you would remember that you forgot to shave properly. Had you forgotten?”“I thought you would remember.” I blushed at the memory of having stray hairs around my anus.“So, you have even more debt, you have not started to get fit, and you forgot to mention something you had been specifically told to remember. Is that right?”I took a swallow. “Yes.”Anita looked at me. “Tomorrow you will receive nine strokes of the cane. It will help to maintain your great progress.”I could not think of what to say. Nine strokes seemed so many.“Do you agree it would be beneficial?”“Yes,” I stammered.“You saw how I was dressed when I punished Peter last week, would you like me to dress in the same way for you?”I did not expect this question, but a shiver of excitement passed through me at the suggestion.”Yes, please.”“Then you should also call me Mistress whilst I am dressed for you. Do you have stockings and suspenders you could wear? They would make you look very sexy.”“No, I have some at my mother’s house, but I did not bring them here.”“If I give you some money, would you buy some tomorrow?”I was being paid to dress for my punishment and the thought excited me.“Yes, if you want me to.”“Punishment is a very intimate thing; I feel you should look your best. Choose as if you were going on an important date.” She paused and looked at me. “One other thing, if you deserve any extras, I will be using this strap,” she took a short leather strap from the drawer. “It is called a groove strap.”“Where Escort bayan Ankara is that used?”“When you are bent over you hold your buttocks apart and this is used to punish the exposed flesh inside your bottom groove.”My heart pounded in my chest. “However, if you deserve no extras, I will reward you with my tongue.”I could not believe what had just been said. I felt a surge of both fear and excitement at the same time.“I will see you tomorrow, do not be late.”That night I struggled to sleep. Did I want to be seduced by this woman? Did I want this strict regime? Did I want a relationship with her? The answer to all these questions was yes. I finally fell asleep in the small hours, and in the morning the first thing I saw was the cane hanging behind my door, the cane that would be visiting my naked bottom at least nine times tonight. I hoped that the groove strap Anita showed me would not be used, I was really scared of that.Friday lunchtime found me lingerie shopping, I was not sure what lingerie was best when you were getting your bottom caned, and I did not think I could really ask one of the shop assistants. I finally decided on black, black suspender belt, with a black bra and black stockings. I completed my outfit with black satin panties. They looked very high class. A month ago, I would not have believed I would be shopping for lingerie in advance of a caning, not only that but enjoying doing so.Later in the bath, I very carefully shaved I did not want extras for stray hairs. When I was sure I was totally smooth I dressed in my little black dress and new lingerie. Looking in the mirror I was pleased with the result. I bent over and looked at my bottom framed by my suspenders and covered in black satin panties, it looked very sexy. I trembled when I imagined what it would look like very soon. I took hold of the cane from behind my door and went to receive my punishment.Anita was still dressed in her formal clothes she looked like she had just come in from the office.“I am glad you are on time. Stand here.”I stood in the middle of the room and Anita walked around me, I was being inspected, and thoroughly inspected at that.“You look lovely,” I was told. “Now remove your dress and let me see what lingerie you chose.I took my dress off and stood in the middle of the room again. Once again, I was inspected.“You have great taste in lingerie, you look stunning.”I was glowing with this praise. I felt absurdly pleased that I had passed her inspection.“I have been looking forward to this all day,” Anita said.I had been both dreading and looking forward to this, dread was currently Bayan escort Ankara winning.“Let’s have you in the corner, whilst I go and change.”Anita pointed to the far corner, I walked over followed by Anita. “Face the wall, hands-on head.”I could not believe what I heard. She wanted me to stand like a naughty schoolgirl. But I did as I had been requested. I felt Anita’s hands at the top of my panties, and she pulled them down to the tops of my stockings. “You have a beautiful bottom, it almost seems a shame to punish it, but as you have been naughty punish it I shall. Remain as you are still I return.”I stood facing the wall with my naked bottom on display and my mind in turmoil.Although I was nervous, I was starting to feel dampness creep into my pussy, this situation was also exciting, but in a scary way. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of heels coming down the wooden staircase, my waiting was nearly over.“Turn round,” I was instructed. What a sight greeted my eyes. Again, she was wearing a black latex basque, black gloves, stockings, and suspenders with knee-length black boots. This time however she wore no panties her naked, shaved pussy was on show. She looked stunning and very sexy. “Let us have you mount this chair for your punishment.”She pointed to a leather armchair, “I want you to face away from the seat with a knee placed on each arm. Then lean forwards and push your bottom right out.”I mounted the chair as requested. “Dip your back and push your bottom right back.”I was in a most lewd position there was nothing hidden. I also found a part of this surrender exciting. “That is better, I need to inspect if you have shaved properly. She knelt behind me. I could feel her face close to my pussy. Then she ran her fingers over my groove she could not fail to notice my excitement. “You are looking forward to this I see.” Her finger trailed along the crack of my bottom which was fully exposed in this position. She lightly pressed onto my anus. I pushed back. “What a naughty girl you are. Pleasure comes after punishment if you are a good girl. You have shaved properly. Well Done.”Again, I was pleased with the praise.“You are definitely good enough to eat, but first you need to be caned. How many strokes did we agree on?”Even though I know she knew the answer I replied with a slight catch in my voice, “nine strokes.”“Ask me properly,” Anita had raised her voice.I was frantic then remembered. “Please Mistress, give me nine strokes of the cane.”“That is better,” if you forget again, it will be extras. “I will take my time punishing you, I will give you one stroke each minute, you will count and thank me. Please keep still and keep your bottom pushed out for me.”This was it. I wanted to be brave, but I did not feel at all confident of not letting myself down. I heard the cane being swished behind me and my buttocks tensed. “Keep your bottom relaxed.” I was firmly told. It is very hard keeping your bottom relaxed for the cane.