The front door closed, and we both watched James walk stiff-legged down the road.
"I am glad you have chosen to apprentice with me. You need to get your life under control. However you cannot expect to dispense discipline without being disciplined yourself. So, let us start as we mean to go on. Please, will you bring me the hairbrush."
I could not believe what I had just heard. "Sorry, what have I done?"
"I looked into your room earlier, there are clothes everywhere it was a disorganised mess."
"Are you going to punish me for a messy room?"
"Yes, it reflects on your approach to life, you need structure and discipline if you are going to be my apprentice. Please fetch the hairbrush."
I could not believe I was to be punished like a naughty teenager. Still semi-naked, I went into the office and collected the hairbrush. I had not paid it much attention earlier, but now it felt heavy in my hand, and I felt sure the wooden brush would leave a very lasting impression on my bottom. I could not deny that, although scared, I was feeling more than a tingle of excitement.
My aunt was sitting in the middle of the sofa, still just wearing her skirt. "Please remove all your clothing and stand before me."
I did as I had been asked and stood as instructed. I could feel my aunt's eyes roving over my body. She reached out and gently tugged on my pubes. "This is equally unruly, please tidy yourself up here, or I shall cane you next time."
I knew I had not shaved or trimmed myself for a while, but I could not believe I was being threatened with the cane for the state of my pubic hair."
"Hands on your head, legs further apart."
I rushed to comply. Her fingers strayed to my pussy, and she could no doubt feel my excitement from earlier. "You are excited; was it watching the punishment or the fact you are to be punished?"
"Watching earlier, I am scared to be punished."
"No excitement at all?" My aunt smiled and ran her finger along my pussy.
I could not lie. "Some, but I am scared."
"If you want to discipline people, you must experience it first. You have some painful lessons coming up."
Fear and excitement mixed again.
"Over you go," my aunt patted her lap.
I struggled into position and lay with my bottom uppermost.
My aunt gently rubbed her hand over my bottom, it felt lovely. "It does almost seem a shame to punish you, but you do have to learn." Her tone changed, and suddenly she was a strict disciplinarian. "Keep your buttocks relaxed, do not tense, and do not reach back to prevent your punishment. I expect you to be brave. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but please, I have never been spanked before." Even I heard the pleading in my voice.
"That is a major part of your problem, one that I will start to address now."
I felt the brush being placed on my lower back; my aunt's hand gently stroked my bottom. I realised I did not know my aunt's sexuality. I was sure my mother must have told her of mine. I parted my legs, hoping that she would rub somewhere else. I was to be disappointed.
"Offering yourself to me is not going to work. You are going to be punished; only good girls get rewards. Naughty girls get sore bottoms." With this, she picked up the brush and rubbed my bottom with it instead.
Fear raced through me, a thousand butterflies had taken hold of my stomach, but my pussy remained excited.
"Remember discipline under punishment." With this, the first stroke landed on my right buttock. I gasped at the impact. I bucked on my aunt's lap, and I kicked my feet.
"Did you not listen to a word I said?" My aunt sounded genuinely cross, "Keep your bottom relaxed and keep yourself still." There was a silence. "Otherwise, it will be the cane decorating your backside."
If I was worried before, it was nothing like now. I was terrified of being caned. I vividly recalled James' bottom after his punishment. I wanted to avoid that at any cost.
"Right, let's start again." Again, the brush rubbed my left buttock. Then it was lifted before returning with force. I kept still, and I let out a gasp of pain. There was a pause, and then the brush returned to my right buttock. I could not stay completely still, but it took all my willpower to not jump off her lap and dance around the room. Stroke followed stroke, and I could hear the wood connecting with my naked flesh. I cried out, and tears flowed.
After what seemed like forever but was probably two or three minutes, my aunt put her bush down and rubbed my bottom once again. "That was much better, you can behave if you try. I am going to finish off with two strokes on the top of each thigh, and then you are done."
I briefly considered pleading with her, but instead, I whispered. "Thank you, Mistress."
"Good girl."
I was so proud of the praise, later, I would wonder what had become of me.
The brush was placed at the top of my left thigh, and then two quick strokes followed. I cried out in earnest, and while doing so, my right thigh was subject to similar treatment. I lay across her lap, exhausted.
"You have been very brave," my aunt said as her hand started to rub the hurt away. This sounded like high praise, indeed. I knew in my heart that I had not been as disciplined as I could have been, but I was incredibly pleased that my first spanking was over.
"I suggest you go to bed now, you will want to inspect your bottom. Soon the pain will fade to a warm glow, which is the reward of being punished. I will see you in the morning. However, tomorrow evening, I will inspect your pubic bush.
Remember the consequences if you fail inspection."
With this, I was dismissed.
When I closed my bedroom door behind me, I immediately bent over in front of the mirror. My bottom was red all over, it was not, however, as sore-looking as James' bottom had been. After I had got into bed, I lay naked face down. I was starting to feel the promised glow, and soon my fingers found my pussy and I brought myself to a very satisfying orgasm. I drifted off to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring in my exciting new life.
When I woke in the morning before breakfast, I determined that I would need to buy some small scissors and a razor. Whatever else I did not want to fail inspection. Although the spanking the previous evening had been both scary and exciting, I did not wish to be caned. Especially for my pubic hair. I smiled as I thought about how weird it was to even think about this.
Over breakfast, I was invited to lunch. My aunt told me she was meeting an old friend of hers who ran a fashion import and export business. I was happy to accept the invitation. I went shopping for my shaving materials and realised I would have to get some sort of job if I were to pay my way. I did have some money my mother had given me, but this would not last forever. I was surprised at how much I wanted to stay in Brighton with my aunt. I was starting to think I finally had an ambition for something I wanted to achieve. I could not think of how I would explain to my mother that I wished to become a dominatrix, but I decided I would cross that bridge when I came to it.
Lunch was at a local bistro pub. I liked Natalie on sight. She was a skinny bundle of energy. You could tell she was a good friend of my aunt. Conversation flowed with the wine, and we got onto some of the funny stories of their time together. I was very relaxed in their company.
"So, what are your plans now that you are in Brighton?" Natalie asked.
Before I could answer, my aunt replied. "She has been a naughty girl and has been sent to me to straighten her out."
Natalie laughed, "That could be painful for you," she said, smiling at me. It was obvious she knew about my aunt's sideline. "Seriously, what are your plans?"
"I do not know, I like it here, but first I need a job, I do not want to be a charity case."
I spent the next few minutes filling Natalie in on my background.
"My PA has just gone on maternity leave; she kept me focused and ran my schedule. She was great with both my customers and suppliers. Would you want a temporary job running around after me?"
"Really? I would love that," I replied.
"Look, I am in London all day tomorrow, come to the office on Tuesday morning, and let's start from there. I need someone to keep me organised."
Later that afternoon in the bath, I shaved myself, and looking in the mirror, I was pleased with the result. I had taken away most of my pubic hair, and I thought I looked very sexy.
After a light evening meal, my aunt said, "Let's go upstairs and get this inspection over with." I meekly followed her to her bedroom.
"Everything off," came the curt command.
I was surprised by the tingle I felt when I heard this command.
I quickly undressed, reminding myself to fold my clothes as I removed them. I did not want to give my aunt an excuse. I stood naked before my aunt, who was sitting on the bed.
I could feel her eyes roving over my pussy and I could feel myself getting wet just from the attention. "Very nice that does look a lot better. With this, she ran her finger delicately along my entrance and rubbed my erect clit. I was getting extremely excited.
"You are enjoying this attention, aren't you?"
"Yes," I could not deny it as her fingers were coated with evidence of my excitement.
Her fingers were withdrawn. "Turn round."
Disappointment flooded me. I turned and presented my bottom to her. "There are no marks left from yesterday, you do have a bottom that calls out for punishment." I was not sure what exactly she meant by this, but I was sure it was a compliment from her.
"Please hold your buttocks apart for me, I wish to inspect your rear passage."
I could not believe this instruction. While I was processing it. I received a sharp smack on my bottom, "You will obey immediately."
