[This story arose from close collaboration with SplendidSpunk, to whom I am deeply indebted for his major contributions. The initial idea was mine, but after that, we shared equally in its development. Those offended by enemas and excrement or humiliation generally should stop right here.]
I've had what some might regard as a peculiar life story. Raised as the middle child in what we increasingly would call a normally dysfunctional family, I couldn't wait to get away from home and find my own way in the world. Home was a place I learned to avoid by the time I was in high school.
First, our parents believed in imposing strict discipline in an age when hardly anyone else did. My older brother, younger sister, and I were spanked from when we were little until well into our teens. I'm not at all surprised that the rather weird practice Mom and Dad had of punishing us at the same time helped lead my siblings into an incestuous relationship. But that's only one reason that I hardly ever see any of them and haven't for some time.
Every Friday before supper, Mom took out her little book and had the three of us standing before her as she read out our demerits for the week. If one of us had behaved reasonably well and had acquired a very few marks, Mom would go easy and it would be a light spanking on the bare bottom. Greater amounts of offense marks meant that you had to strip in front of everyone and Mom or Dad might have you over the chair or the bench for the strap, switch, crop, or cane.
Embarrassment was the norm, although we soon became accustomed to seeing each other in the nude. Susie was two years younger but she matured more quickly and became very self-conscious as her bust expanded to a nice 34B. Harold invariably had a hard-on, which he had no ability to hide or, apparently, control. I remember crying my eyes out because everyone would see that I had a tampon string hanging out of my vagina.
Once I got to university, everything changed. I met a whole group of marvelous people, some of them boys who were very attractive and attentive. I had been much more academically focused, so I went to a first-class college, unlike my sibs. I became enamored of smart people, even if they were duplicitous. I even joined a sorority, although I never found it worthy of much of my attention once I was initiated.
When I graduated, I was offered a generous fellowship program to pursue my studies at the graduate level. My supervisor in the department was named Diane and she was an attractive auburn-haired woman in her 30s who was an associate professor. She found my work more than acceptable and we quickly became close friends. I always had dated and had several regular guys after me, and yes, I slept with some of them sometimes.
But one day Diane returned to the spacious apartment we now shared—as she was single—and told me she was having serious problems with her research. As she described these to me, it did not take me long to analyze her subject and suggest several approaches, all of which would be difficult but rewarding, but which would help her toward overcoming her obstacles. Privately, I wondered how someone brilliant enough to have attained her position, could lack the basic puritan work ethic so essential in research. My suggestions were not earth shattering and should have been obvious to her.
A few weeks passed and one day she returned home to tell me that my ideas had produced totally fine results for her, and she would soon be finishing the project that had caused her so much concern.
Smiling, she looked into my eyes and managed to inquire, "Leslie, you do have to tell me how I can repay you for your help. I feel as if I should be the grad student and you the professor."
While I appreciated the compliment, something inside me made me feel that she was looking for me to assert myself, even though I was still officially under her academic supervision. I looked her straight in the eye and hoped my perceptions were on target.
"Diane, I'm so happy for you," I began, but then my tone grew more firm, "but I think you would benefit from more discipline in your life than you have had. Had you been more grounded in this assignment, you would never have found yourself in need of assistance. Discipline and structure will enable you to easily meet the challenges of your position. If you agree with my assessment, I am going to make some changes around here."
Diane seemed torn. "I think I see what you mean, Leslie," she said haltingly, "although when you use that word 'discipline,' do you mean in a physical kind of way?"
I felt she was moving right down the track. "Yes, Diane, I mean it both ways, mental and physical," I responded quite brightly.
"Basically, I will set out your duties and responsibilities—both here and at work, and I will, at least initially, make sure you are actively carrying them out," I started, "and yes, there will be rules for your behavior here, especially. You will be responsible for cleaning up and not leaving your dirty clothing lying around."
"And if I cannot perform to your exacting standards?" she asked, knowing what was coming.
"You will be subjected to discipline," I answered. "You may lose some privileges, such as going out to dinner or the movies...or if I feel it necessary, yes, you may be spanked."
"Spanked?" she repeated, "like a child?"
"Yes," I agreed, "for I have found that childish punishments are very effective with grown women like you as they are with little ones."
"This may end up being very embarrassing for me," Diane stated.
"Think of how embarrassed you would have been if you had failed to complete your project," I said, bluntly.
Diane turned to me and without any further inquiry, kissed me deeply on my lips.
"I am ever so grateful to you, Leslie," she said, "and if this does embarrass me, I suppose I deserve it and it will help me in the end."
While the kiss surprised me it did not stop me from returning it with as much passion as Diane. Yet, I knew this was the time to begin drawing the line, asserting my authority and control. I gently pushed Diane away and suggested that she should begin by cleaning her room and that I'd be by later to inspect it.
I then left the apartment more to give myself time to cool down, that kiss had me very distracted. I also wanted to allow Diane some time to accomplish her initial assignment. I felt a few hours would be sufficient and pulled my cell phone out and made a call.
"So glad I caught up with you, do you have time to meet me for some dinner? Great! Yes I know the place. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes or so."
Well that worked out nicely, I get to have dinner with Kevin while Diane cleans and wonders what it will take to please me. Smiling I met Kevin outside the Bistro and gave him a light peck on the cheek then grabbed his hand and we went inside.
"You seem so happy Les, and while I'm not complaining, a middle of the week date is not your usual style."
"Kevin, I am happy at some recent developments and I want your help in them, if you will."
"I've never been keen on saying no to you, in fact I don't recall denying you ever, so yes, what is it you want from me?"
