Sent for Training

The following week, I sent Lucy an email requesting her presence at the weekend. She was to arrive on Saturday morning and plan to stay until Sunday afternoon. Her training was to begin in earnest. I told her the theme of the weekend was obedience. I also requested that she shave her pubic region.

I received a reply very quickly stating that she would be happy to attend and was looking forward to meeting me again.

Saturday soon arrived, and Lucy rang the doorbell at exactly ten o'clock, she did not make the same mistake of being late twice.

I was greeted with, "Wow, I was so nervous last time I did not notice how beautiful your house is, and it's huge." Lucy was carrying a small overnight bag.

"I inherited it, it is a beautiful house, and I have been lucky enough to live here all my life."

"Do you live alone?"

"I have a maid who lives in the annex above the garage, but she is generally away most weekends. I also have a stable lad who helps with the horses, though he lives in the village."

"It is beautiful, I love horses, where should I put my bag? I didn't know I was being trained by the lady of the manor." Lucy seemed both flustered and excited.

"Lucy, you were always going to get a sore bottom today, carry on like this and it will be a very, very sore bottom."

She paused, "Yes, Mistress."

"That is better."

I led her upstairs and showed her one of the guest rooms. I told her I would make coffee and see her downstairs in a few minutes.

Over coffee, I told her we were to go into the local town, and she seemed happy with the plan. As we stood to go, I picked up a hairbrush I had positioned earlier.

"Could you please put this in your bag," I asked.

"No need, I have a brush already."

"It is not for your hair, it is for your bottom, if you are naughty, I will ask for it."

"Oh," she blushed and took the brush. "I will be very good."

"Let's hope so."

With this, we headed into town. We had a lovely morning and visited a few shops, browsed a couple of galleries, and got to know each other better.

We had lunch in a quiet bistro on a side street close to the beach. I stuck to water as I was driving, but Lucy had wine, which seemed to relax her. I took this opportunity to ask more about her husband.

"He is kind, but so boring. He lives for work, and it is all he talks about. I was on the rebound from my first husband when I met him. My first husband was exciting and passionate, but ultimately, he broke my heart. Hugh seemed careful and safe. What he needs is a Labrador, not a wife."

She looked sad as she related this tale. She then smiled. "But meeting you is exciting."

"Let's see if you still think so tomorrow." Then, in a matter-of-fact tone, I asked, "Could you please put your knickers in my handbag."

She looked a bit confused for a moment, then nodded and made to stand up.

"No, please remove them here."

She now looked very flustered and looked around the room. Nobody was paying us any attention, I had deliberately chosen a quiet table. She reached under her skirt and tried to undress without drawing any attention to herself. She deposited her panties into my bag. They were pale blue cotton, very sensible but boring.

"In my presence in the future, you will only wear one of the uniforms I will be providing. Otherwise, you will wear sexy lingerie. These knickers are not satisfactory, and I will throw them in the next bin we pass."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you have such underwear?"

"Yes, I have naughty knickers."

"Naughty Knickers, where did that come from."

"My first husband called sexy underwear naughty knickers; I have a selection at home. I will have to dig them out from the bottom of the drawer, I have not worn naughty knickers for a long time."

"Well, that is all going to change, now we are going to buy your first uniform." I paid the bill, and Lucy followed me outside. We headed back to the high street.

We entered a school outfitter. Lucy was to acquire a school uniform. I know the manager well, as I have been a regular customer over the years. When she saw me, she bustled over. "Hello, again, lovely to see you, how can I help?"

"This young lady requires a uniform to improve her studies."

Lucy looked mortified.

"Of course. Let me get everything for you."

She hurried behind the counter and soon placed a short, pleated grey skirt on the counter. This was quickly followed by a white blouse and striped tie.

"Socks or stockings?" She asked.

"Stockings with suspenders, black if possible," I replied. Lucy looked like she wished the ground would open up before her.

Stockings and a pretty suspender belt were added to the pile of clothing.

"Traditional or sexy panties?"

"Both, please, it would be nice to have a choice."

Blue serge knickers and a black thong were added.

"Do you need shoes?"

"No, I have a lovely pair of stilettos at home."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, that is perfect. Lucy needs training, and this uniform will help. Thank you so much."

The manager looked at Lucy. "You had better be a good girl, otherwise you might find yourself sleeping on your tummy." She gave a knowing smile.

"I will try," Lucy mumbled, she was bright red.

We left the shop and found ourselves in the late afternoon sunshine. "Let's finish our outing with a walk around the park. The one I like is hidden away; the tourists never find it. This time of year, it is lovely and always uncrowded."

Lucy nodded; I think she was relieved to be out of the outfitters.

Five minutes later, we were in the park. I headed to the viewing point overlooking the bay. As we rounded the corner, I saw a man that I recognized.

"Benedict, how lovely to see you."

He turned and smiled. "Likewise."

"Lucy, this is Benedict, he was trained by me last year. Benedict, this is Lucy, she is just beginning her training."

"Hi Lucy," Benedict smiled.

Lucy mumbled something but looked embarrassed.

"Benedict, does your wife now take a firm hand with you?"

"Oh yes, I was caned last night."

"Good, that is exactly what you need. Lucy will go to bed tonight with a striped bottom."

"Oh, you poor thing," Benedict said with sympathy.

"Lucy, why don't you bend over and show Benedict your bottom. He will be able to see what is to be punished."

She made to protest and frantically looked around.

"Lucy, remember obedience is the theme of the weekend. If you do not bend over, I will be asking for the hairbrush."

Slowly and with great reluctance, she turned her back to us and bent over.

"Now lift your skirt."

There was a long hesitation, and then slowly she bared herself. Her naked buttocks were on display.

"She does have a beautiful bottom," Benedict commented.

"Yes, it will look even better once my cane has finished visiting it."

I made Lucy stay in position for a short while before telling her to cover up. We said goodbye to Benedict and walked to the car in silence. On the drive home, Lucy said. "You arranged to meet Benedict, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did. I wanted to test you."

The normal Lucy returned, "Did I pass?"

"No, if I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately."

"Sorry, but I am new to this."

"I know, but it is part of your training."

"Yes, Mistress."

When we arrived home, I asked her to take her uniform upstairs and join me in the lounge. I requested that she be naked when she presented herself. I gathered a few things I would need and awaited her arrival. I did not have to wait long.

As she stepped into the room once again, I was taken by her beauty. "Stand in the centre of the room. I will explain the areas of your body that I may choose to punish. But first here are some shoes I would like you to wear." I handed her a pair of highly polished black stilettos with a narrow three-inch heel. "I require you to wear these shoes whenever I request or when you are dressed in uniform."

"Yes, Mistress." She put on the shoes and stood before me.

"Cup your breasts for me."

She did as requested and seemed to be offering me her breasts.

"Tease your nipples."

She used her thumbs to excite herself. I then bent and took her left nipple in my mouth and gently sucked it to full hardness. I repeated this with her right nipple.

I took from behind the sofa a riding crop, it was white but with a light tan handle and a light tan leather tab at the end of the shaft. "Sometimes I may choose to punish your breasts."

Lucy looked very nervous.

"When you are to be punished this way, I wish you to present your breasts for correction as you are doing now. Is that clear?" All the time I was saying this, I teased her nipples with the leather tab.

"Yes, Mistress, please don't punish me."

"That is for me to decide, remember your obedience."

"Yes, Mistress."

"That is better. I will not punish you here today."

"Thank you."

"I see you shaved yourself."

"Yes, it still feels strange."

"I am going to check that you have done a good job, any stray hairs could result in punishment. Stand with your legs apart."

She opened her legs for me.

"Wider please."

She complied, and I knelt before her. I ran my hand over her smoothness and was pleased to find she had done an excellent job.

"Well done, let's check the back." I walked behind her and knelt again. Once in position, I parted her buttocks. "You have a lovely bottom, I will enjoy punishing you later, but you have passed your inspection. Please keep yourself shaved."

"Yes, Mistress."

Earlier, I had placed a dining room chair in the room. I asked Lucy to take a seat but to sit at the front of the seat with her legs apart. I picked up a twelve-inch plastic ruler. "When you are very naughty, I may have to punish you here." I tapped the ruler on her pussy. Lucy tried to close her legs. "Open your legs, you will present yourself properly." She reluctantly opened herself to my attention.

"Please don't punish me there," Lucy begged.

"Not today, but remember that I might."

She nodded.

"Now put your hand over your pussy but keep your legs wide apart." Lucy was happy to follow this instruction. "Your inner thighs are very sensitive; I may choose to punish you here." With this, I slapped the ruler onto her left thigh." Lucy jerked and closed her legs once again.

"Right, I have told you before, open your legs. I was not going to punish you there today, but I will now. Three of each thigh. Stay in position."

She looked very nervous, but she did open her legs for me. I quickly delivered her punishment, and she jumped at each impact. Her thighs bore the red marks of the ruler.

"Now I wish you to stand up and bend over again." She rushed to obey. "Part your buttocks for me." This was done with more reluctance. I ran my fingers down the crease between her buttocks. "I may choose to punish you here. I could use my hand, ruler, or hairbrush. When you deserve a thoroughly spanked bottom, you will be punished here."

"Yes, Mistress."

My finger now circled her anus. "This is, as you will be learning, extremely sensitive, it can give great pleasure or pain. If I am angry, I will use the ruler to punish this." I pushed against her anus.

"I will do anything to avoid that."

"We will see. That is the end of the lesson. Your training will be an experience for you."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Before we change for dinner, I will deal with your continued disobedience today. Please pass me your hairbrush."

"It is upstairs."

"Fetch it for me."

She hurried off, and when she returned, I was sitting on the chair she had so recently occupied, and I indicated she should get over my knees. Once in position, I looked down at her pale bottom. I rubbed the brush on each buttock in turn.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress."

The first smack landed, and Lucy jumped on my lap. I quickly landed the second stroke on her other buttock. I then proceeded to punish her whole bottom and the tops of her thighs. She cried out and wriggled throughout. When her bottom was a uniform red colour, I stopped and gently rubbed her bottom. Sniffles were coming from Lucy.

"All over now."

"Thank you."

"Open your legs for me."

She did as I asked, and I gently rubbed her pussy, and my fingers were soon working their magic on her clitoris. Lucy was pushed back onto my hand.

"Training is not all punishment, much of the time, if you obey, it will be pleasurable."

"Thank you. I want to be good for you."

"Excellent. After dinner, we will continue your training. We will eat in forty-five minutes, I am going to shower and change. I suggest you do the same. Please wear your new uniform." I gently slapped her bottom. We both went to get ready for the evening.

As Lucy would be dressed in her school uniform, I was going to dress as I would imagine a strict headmistress looked. I got ready quickly, and made sure everything was ready for our meal when it was delivered. I opened a bottle of wine and waited for Lucy.

After forty-five minutes, she came downstairs, she looked like the classic naughty schoolgirl. Her skirt was too short and showed her stocking tops, her blouse was too tight, and her boobs were trying to escape. She looked exactly as I had imagined.

"Do you like your uniform?" I asked.

"I think I would be expelled from any school in the land." Lucy laughed. "But it does make you want to play." She twirled around and showed she had chosen to wear the traditional blue serge knickers.

"Let's eat," We sat down and enjoyed a lovely meal, the wine flowed as did the conversation.

I asked, "Why did you persuade your husband to send you for training?"

Lucy thought and replied. "Lots of reasons, as you know, I am bored in my marriage. I enjoy being controlled--not all the time, but sometimes I like someone else to take charge. I do not like being punished; it hurts, but the thought of it and the feelings afterward are worth the pain. It was a risk, but one I wanted to take."

"Are you pleased you took the chance?"

She smiled, "Yes."

"Even though I am going to cane you later?"

She gulped, "Yes, even then."

Lucy asked about why I wanted her in uniform.

"It helps to take you out of yourself; it allows you to imagine a different person. Different uniforms almost create different personas."

"Do you dress up?"

"Yes, some people I have trained like me to dress differently for them. I have been a riding mistress, I have a headmistress's black cape. If you are really naughty, I can go the full dominatrix look."

"Wow, that does sound exciting."

After dinner, we tidied up.

"I need to get a couple of things from upstairs. I want you to stand in the corner with your hands on your head and await your punishment."

Lucy walked to the corner, once her hands were in position, her skirt rose even further, it was a delightful sight.

Upstairs, I placed three pillows in the middle of the bed and added a little surprise for later. I then collected my cane and prepared for Lucy's punishment. In the lounge, I swished the cane several times, and Lucy started to look around.

"Stay in position."

She quickly obeyed.

"You will receive twelve strokes. I see you chose the bigger knickers, if you thought they would lessen the impact of the cane, you were mistaken. Your panties will be coming down. Bend over in the middle of the room, let's get this over with."

Lucy bent over, and what sight to behold. I flipped up her skirt and pulled her knickers down to the top of her stockings.

"You will keep your bottom properly presented throughout."

"Yes, Mistress."

I tapped her bottom before delivering the first stroke. Lucy cried out and reached around to protect her bottom.

"Lucy, that stroke does not count. Present yourself properly. We do have all night; it could be a very painful evening for you. Let's start again."

I caned her a second time, although with less force. I wanted this to be memorable, but not for all the wrong reasons. This time she stayed in position. I continued her punishment until the seventh stroke. "Lucy, you have six strokes remaining. I wish you to count the remaining strokes and thank me for each. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress."

"Here comes the first."

I landed my cane once again on her already sore-looking bottom.

"One, thank you."

I took my time, but eventually we got to. "Five, thank you."

"Do you know the tradition of the last stroke?"

"No Mistress."

"It is always the hardest."

"Please, no, my bottom is so sore."

I delivered the final stroke, in reality, it was no harder than the previous ones, but it was delivered at the junction of her bottom and thighs.

Lucy cried out loudly but did remember to say. "Six, thank you."

She started to rise. Until. "Lucy, you should stay in position until permitted to move. Bend over, please."

She resumed her previous stance, and I gently rubbed her bottom. "Lucy, you are to be sent to bed early, like the naughty girl you are. However you have a choice, you can go to your own room, and I will see you in the morning. Or you can go to my room, and I will rub some cream into your bottom and kiss it all better."

Without hesitation. "Your room, please, Mistress."

I smiled. Right off you go. There are some pillows on the bed. Remove your skirt, blouse, and kickers and lay over them and wait for me. She rushed from the room.

I collected another bottle of wine and two glasses and followed Lucy. In the bedroom, she was positioned as requested.

"Open your legs for me."

She did so immediately.

"Would you like some cold cream on your poor bottom?"

"Yes, please, Mistress, it is very sore."

I had some cream ready, which I applied to her bottom, and I smoothed it into her punished skin. Soon my fingers found her pussy which was dripping wet.

"Are you enjoying your Mistress's attention?"

"Oh, yes, it is wonderful."

"Hold your buttocks open for me there is one more thing I want you to learn."

More reluctantly, she did as she had been told.

I applied more cream to the newly revealed area and then circled her anus again with my finger.

"This can give you so much pleasure, you just need to relax."

"I'll try."

I circled her opening and teased her. She started to respond and push back on my finger. I gently pushed at her opening, and with little resistance, I found my finger inside her. I continued my teasing while playing with her clit using my other hand.

"Is that nice?"

"Yes, Mistress, naughty but nice."

"The best things often are." I withdrew my finger. "We will explore more in the future. Now I have a surprise for you under my skirt, would you like to see it?"

Lucy rolled on her side. "Yes please."

I stood and slowly undid my skirt and showed her the surprise. I was wearing a strap-on penis, it was bright red, six inches long, with a wide girth. Lucy stared; excitement was written over her face.

"Do you like your surprise?"

"Oh, yes."

"Unlike the male version, this does not leak or go soft on you."

"That's an improvement."

"I have three different sizes, this one--an eight-inch version and a smaller one for dark deeds."

"This one looks good to me, the smaller one sounds scary."

"That is for another time. Do you want to try this one?"

"Oh yes, it is nearly twice the size I am used to." She said with a smile.

"Roll back onto your tummy." I knelt behind her and positioned the phallus at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly entered her. I looked down to see my penis embedded in her pussy with her red-striped bottom on show. I was in heaven.

This was the start of a very long night, eventually, we both fell into an exhausted sleep, both of us with sore pussy's from all the action. One of us with a sore bottom.

Sunday morning was bright and clear. I asked if Lucy wanted to take the horses out for a ride.