I provide correction services mainly for carefully chosen individuals, but I do have a very select number of corporate customers.
For individuals, there are many reasons for using my services. Some come to me for motivation or when they feel they have done something wrong. Most, however, come to me because they get pleasure from my services, although pleasure comes at a painful price.
For my corporate clients. They use my services when certain employees have done something seriously wrong. I am used as an alternative to either dismissal or as a means of avoiding invoking more formal disciplinary processes.
I do enjoy myself and get great pleasure from dispensing discipline to deserving bottoms.
I am called many things by my clients. Sometimes Mistress, sometimes Madam, and by a couple of my clients, Headmistress. Whatever I am called, each client leaves their session with me sporting a very sore bottom. Some vow never to return, but for many, they will repeat the process in the future.
Although I do hand spank some clients, I much prefer the cane as an instrument of correction. It instils fear in those bent over with their bottoms pushed out in anticipation of a forthcoming punishment. The cane makes such an exciting sound before delivering its stroke, and it certainly leaves a clear sign of its effectiveness on the bottom of the receiver.
This evening, I am due to punish one of my corporate client's employees. I do not know or particularly care what offense she has committed, but I have been asked to deliver a twelve-stroke punishment as an incentive to improve going forward. As usual on these occasions, I am dressed in a conservative business suit. I do, however, have a variety of uniforms I can choose from for other situations.
The woman who I will punish is named Penny Beckett; she will be very well aware of the reason for her visit. She will know she is to be caned and caned severely. Like me, she is expected to dress formally as if attending a client meeting. However, we both know that she will be presenting her naked bottom for punishment this evening.
I can only imagine the feeling of fear and dread she will be experiencing. I do, however, think that in some cases, there is also a feeling of excitement mixed in. Anticipation is an important part of punishment.
My doorbell rings at five minutes to the hour. At least she is on time; lateness, of course, increases the punishment considerably. I open my front door and find myself facing a woman in her early forties. Unsurprisingly, she looks very nervous.
"I have an appointment with you this evening."
I show her to my study and ask her to stand in front of my desk.
"Do you know why you are here?" I ask.
"I am here to be punished." She is obviously scared and goes red at this admission.
"Do you know how you are to be punished?"
"You are going to cane me." She almost whispered the last part of the sentence.
"And do you deserve the punishment?"
"Yes," she stammers. "Yes, I do. I have been very stupid."
"Remove your skirt and stand facing the wall with your hands on your head. You may place your skirt on the sofa. You will not be needing it for some time."
I could see a moment when Penny thought to protest. She wrestled with herself before she turned and walked towards the sofa. With her back towards me, she reached around and unzipped her skirt, removed it, and placed it as requested. She displayed a broad, mature bottom encased in sensible white panties and this was framed by a white suspender belt supporting tan stockings. She slowly made her way to the corner I had indicated, and with a final look around at me, she faced the wall and put her hands on her head.
I do like a bit of corner time before starting the punishment. It gives time for reality to fully sink in. Penny, a senior executive, was reduced to the role of a naughty schoolgirl, awaiting her punishment. She was displaying her bottom to a virtual stranger, and this stranger was shortly going to remove her panties and punish her for her transgressions.
After five minutes, I decided it was time to move on to the next stage.
"Come and stand before the desk again."
Penny did as she had been asked. I was seated, looking at her underwear on display. She looked most uncomfortable.
"Have you been caned before?" I asked.
"No, never."
"Spanked?"
"Only in fun, never as punishment."
"You are in for quite an experience, then. You will bend over the desk and reach across to the far side. I will remove your panties and then cane your naked bottom. I expect you to maintain your dignity throughout the punishment. You will not stand or cover your bottom with your hands. You will not make undue noise, and you will keep your bottom fully presented to the cane at all times. Is that understood?"
