Taught some respect - the hard way: spanked for fantasising about Miss Iceni

Fantasy account of a spanking from Miss Iceni

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(This is a written piece sent by a client after his discipline visit. He wrote a fantasy version of his interaction and punishment with me. I think it's rather good!)

The last visit to Miss Iceni the prim and proper neighbour who I had a sort of crush on was a painful humiliating experience. When I left her “custody” I promised to respect women and avoid self sexual abuse of masturbation and my fascination for women’s nylons and underwear. 

Indeed she instructed I was to compile a journal detailing any bad thoughts I had which she said she would regularly inspect. 

Of course needless to say once the corporal punishment/ cane wounds healed I returned to my old ways masturbating every day to all sorts of fantasies including reliving my images of Miss Iceni in her dressing gown and lingerie when she gave me a bloody good hiding. 

Journal - what journal - she’s never going to inspect or request that I thought. Oh how wrong I was. 

I had seen (in fact ogled and fantasised) her in her garden hanging out her washing and had said hello to her in the passing but assumed she would have forgotten about the journal. 

At the next residents meeting I was sitting next to Miss Iceni who kept crossing her legs showing her shapely legs encased in black nylons. I got an erection which she saw. Whilst the meeting was ongoing she wrote and handed me a note “I can see that bulge in your trousers, you and I have some talking to do, report to my house at 11am tomorrow and bring your journal otherwise I will show everyone here the CCTV images of you I have” 

This was sort of dominant female blackmail I had no choice but to attend at her house but what did she have planned for me - surely not another thrashing with her sexual power instilling aversion therapy into me regarding my nylon fantasies and the journal?  She’s bluffing I thought. 

At 11am prompt I attended at her house and was shown into the lounge by Miss Iceni who was looking very alluring with her bright red lipstick and wearing a very strict governess type blouse, tight skirt, tan colour nylons and high heels. 

She sat on the couch, crossed her legs and dangled her shoe on the end of her foot. “Now give me your diary I want to read what you’ve been up to” 

“I didn’t keep a diary Miss I thought you were joking” 

She stood up grabbed hold of the bulge ( I was excited looking at her legs) in my trousers “Joking, I’ll teach you boy, you are going to receive a cold hard caning on your bare bottom” and led me by my bulge into her office which brought back previous painful memories. 

She continued to scold me, stood me in front of her ‘punishment block” and yanked down my trousers and pants. It all happened so quickly, next thing I was strapped over this wooden contraption with Miss Iceni telling me how hard she was going to cane me.

The last time the cold caning was over my trousers, I knew it would hurt but nothing could have prepared for the ferocity and searing pain to follow. 

From my position I could see Miss Iceni’s nylon clad legs and heels as she lined up to administer the strokes. She had placed a mirror in front of me so I could she her in action - was this part of her nylon/ legs painful aversion therapy. 

What followed was excruciating, the first stroke then 5 more at a slow tempo and Miss Iceni calling me and forcing me to say after each stroke that I was a horrible panty thieving pervert - she pushed items of women’s underwear into my face after each stroke when I was crying out in agony.  I begged her to stop after 3 but she continued- she seemed to enjoy seeing me suffering. 

She undid the straps holding me in place “Stand up right in front of me, those masturbatory hands are going to be tawsed”  I struggled to my feet, my head was buzzing with the pain from the caning, I just did what she said. She ordered me to look her directly in the eyes, hold out my hands with palms crossed then she slowly administered 6 strokes of a heavy XH two tailed tawse. Oh my goodness this hurt, she maintained her stern gaze looking at me as she expertly and painfully tawsed my hands until they were bruised. I was shaking and kept saying I’m sorry. 

“You will be, this is only the start, now tell me how often do you masturbate, why are you obsessed with nylons snd legs?”

I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say. 

Miss Iceni sat on a chair, crossed her legs, ordered me to kneel in front of her then hitched up her skirt and started rubbing her stocking tops saying “You need to learn to associate legs and nylons with pain, bend over my knee, I’m going to thrash you with a plimsoll” When I stood up to get in position over her knee she noticed I had become excited and was dripping. Miss Iceni scolded me for such conduct and ordered me to go to the toilet and clean myself up which I did.  I must admit when I went to the toilet I thought about masturbating however my palms we so sore from the strap that I could do that. 

When I returned to the office Miss Iceni inspected me to ensure I was dry then grabbed me by the arm forcing me over her knee like I was a small boy, she certainly had plenty of strength. Next thing as whilst locked between her legs the thrashing commenced with what she described as her brand new heavy men’s plimsoll. Then followed the hairbrush, oh how I hated that, I started struggling trying to break free and was starting to cry, this made he more determined to mete out severe punishment. She said “ I’ve been training at the gym and you’re going to remain over my knee until I decide - not you”  There was me locked between Miss Iceni’s nylon clad thighs struggling to break free and being sadistically beaten by the dread hairbrush with her continually calling me a pervert and pathetic little boy. 

She then pushed me off her knee telling me to lie on the floor facing up, Miss Iceni stood up straddling her legs either side of me.  I was inferior and broken lying there in agony and trying not to look up her skirt for fear of bring caught and getting more thrashings. 

“You are going to receive 12 of the tawse on your bottom, now bend over the desk” I sheepishly did so and got 12 rapid strokes of the tawse, just what I didn’t need on top of the previous beatings. 

Miss Iceni then said I was to receive a hand spanking and caning, she asked what I wanted first. Keen to avoid the cane I went for a hand spanking first and was again dragged by the arm over her knee. Oh how wrong I was the hand spanking was vey painful especially when she extended it to my legs. 

Thereafter was the cane - back over the desk and she administered 12 hard strokes and ordered me to get dressed because we were going to the local shop to get a notepad for the journal. 

Still in excruciating pain Miss Iceni escorted me to the local shop where I was instructed to purchase a notebook for my journal and even more humiliating for me a pair of women’s nylon tights. 

The blushes and embarrassment was terrible. 

Miss Iceni escorted me back to her house, ordered me to remove my trousers and pants and put on a pair of the tights for my journey back across the road to my house to remind me to associate the feel of nylon with pain. 

Before putting my trousers and pants on  Miss Iceni ordered me to sit at the desk in my tights and write an entry in the journal: 

“Today Miss Iceni thrashed me within an inch of my life and has taught me a lesson in respect. In this journal I will document when I have urges to masturbate, the triggers for such thoughts and other transgressions I have. I must submit this for inspection to Miss Iceni every Monday and will wear the nylon tights when I report to her” 

To reinforce this she again ordered me to hold out my hands for 6 strokes of the tawse on each hand and was alllowed to put my trousers and pants back on and dismissed from her house. 

Will I keep the journal up to date? YES

Did I learn a lesson? Yes the marks lasted for 13 days and that day is memorable for me - I am learning lessons.