Some people would say I have the luckiest job in the world. And some people would be right.
I am a teacher of discipline. Dissatisfied husbands and fathers send their wives and daughters to me for lessons in obedience. The success of my one-time hobby enabled me to take early retirement from my office administration work and concentrate solely on this delightful occupation. It is quite amazing in this age of political correctness that my current work should be flourishing, but I am not complaining. I have been doing this full-time for the past four years and last year I was even able to take on an assistant, Maria, a dark haired, late-twenties, lady who’s height gives her a commanding presence and who’s task it is to administer certain punishments to our unwilling guests. After all, at my age I can’t be expected to do all the work necessary to bring these ladies to heel, so Maria will do very nicely thank you.
Naturally some days are more interesting than others: today for instance was a real delight, when my old office colleague, Arthur Roberts, sent his wife and daughter for some corrective training. Apparently the daughter, Nina, nineteen years old but still at home, was very lax with cleaning her room and other household tasks, thinking such tasks were beneath her, and when Mr Roberts tried to assert his authority over his inconsiderate daughter she would run to her mother, Andrea Roberts, who would always take her side and in her well meaning way ‘protect’ her precious daughter from the realities and responsibilities of the real world.
So now it was time to make them both, mother and daughter, realise their place in the world, not to mention their place and duties within the household.
Arthur’s requirements were very concise. He would expect the obedience lessons to result in the total submission of the females, an unquestioning attitude to the authority of himself, the total acceptance of the dominance of men, and an end product of consistent submissive and compliant behaviour. And we were to use any means we deemed necessary to bring this about.
That was the kind of instruction I liked!
Maria brought the two ladies into my study and showed them to the two chairs placed across the table from myself. They sat down and crossed their legs in unison. This was the first time I had met them so I studied them closely. Both had dark hair in contrast to their pale complexion. Andrea was fifty-four years old, had a round face with, let’s be gracious, chubby cheeks, and carried too much weight to be considered in good shape. This was obvious even though she was wearing a baggy white blouse and loose fitting blue slacks. She had given birth to Nina relatively late in life, and she was her only child, which I would assume contributed to her over protective nature towards her.
As my attention drifted towards Nina I thought how plain she looked. She was tall and thin. Her pleated knee length skirt and navy blazer gave her a prim and proper look and she appeared much older than her nineteen years. Like her mother she displayed not a hint of sexuality. That would have to change.
“Stand up” I ordered.
They glanced at each other and then slowly rose to their feet.
“ Undress ladies, down to your bras and panties please”
Nina looked to her mother for guidance. It was plain that she would follow her actions. However her mother did not move. I strode over and stood at her side.
“Please be aware that neither of you will be leaving here until I am satisfied that we have made some real progress with your training. You know why you are here, and we can do this the easy or hard way. It is entirely up to you.”
I knew that if I could break the mother, the daughter would follow like a little lamb.
Unfortunately, but not surprisingly neither of them moved to my request. I leaned forward so that my mouth was only several inches from Andrea’s ear.
“ Mrs Roberts” I whispered gently, “ We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it is your decision, there is no escape for you, think very carefully about your situation, Arthur has told you exactly why you are here has he not? Now, I will give you ten seconds to start undressing.”
She twitched her nose, a rather squat blob of a nose, but made no move to undress.
I looked over to Maria and held up three fingers. Maria picked up the two-inch wide belt from the desk beside her and wrapped the buckle end around her wrist leaving a good thirty inches hanging free. As she slowly made her way towards the static Mrs Roberts I considered how lucky I was to have found someone like Maria to assist me. She was tall, had a body shape that can only be described as exquisite, sublime facial features and piercing brown eyes. Moreover she revelled in causing pain and discomfort to her hapless victims. She knew she was superior to them and she loved to show it.
Maria stopped at the side of her current victim, looked her up and down before swinging the belt back and bringing it whipping down onto Andrea’s upper thigh.
The older woman gave out a yelp as her leg buckled and her left knee gave way. Before she could recover her balance Maria had dealt a second swishing blow on her lower back, swiftly followed by a third on the back of her right leg. Mrs Roberts was on her knees, protesting loudly, flushed and holding her right thigh. She motioned to stand up but saw Maria hovering over her with the belt poised for a further strike. She glanced up at me. She didn’t speak but her eyes flashed defiance. I indicated to Maria with five fingers. In a flash the belt came thrashing down on Mrs Roberts back, she cried out before three more hits saw her cowering on the floor. Maria looked her over before choosing to bring her final stroke down on the upper part of the poor woman’s back. Andrea’s face contorted in pain as she screamed out. Nina was flinching, her eyes screwed up as she witnessed her mother cringing on the floor a few yards from her. Yes I thought to myself, break the mother and the daughter would follow.
I knelt at the cowering woman’s side and yanked her hair so I could look her directly in the eyes. They were filling with water, not quite crying but not far from it. Maria would have to do some more work on her.
I stood up, rotated my hands, denoting that Maria should now use the buckle end of the belt, and raised three fingers. Thrash, on her back, thrash, on her bottom, thrash, on the back of her legs. As the woman grimaced and writhed about the floor in a vain attempt to evade the lashes coming down on her I stood over her.
“Please tell me if you want it to stop Mrs Roberts” but without waiting for her response held up three more fingers. This time Maria aimed each one at the same area of her body, the bottom of her spine. Andrea swung her hands round to protect herself and one blow cracked against her knuckles. She cried out from the pain. Nina attempted to take a step forward to help her mother but my command of ‘Stay there’ froze her in her tracks.
I surveyed the prostrate woman. She was whimpering. This time, instead of indicating to Maria with my fingers, I shouted, “Five more but harder.”
“No, please no more.” Our victim was beginning to lose her pride, “Please, let me get up, let me speak to you, please.” Her face was red and several tears ran down her fat cheeks.
“Get up, strip to your bra and pants, and I will consider calling Maria off.”
She struggled to her feet and brushed her hair away from her face with her fingers. She tried to regain some semblance of composure.
“Now I said, not in five minutes, now!”
Her trembling fingers reached for the buttons on her blouse. She hesitated on the top button and looked at me pleadingly. I moved so I was standing just a few inches from her face.
“ Obedience Mrs Roberts, you know very well that is the reason you are here. This is the last time you will hesitate to obey any of my commands. Do you understand?”
“I don’t see why….” she began, but I didn’t let her finish her sentence and slapped her firmly across her face with the palm of my left hand. Her head jerked to the side and shock filled her eyes. She regained her balance, looked at me with a pitiful glance and fumbled for her blouse button. She was obeying. My goodness that was so easy. I noticed the look of disappointment on Maria’s face as she ran her fingers along the length of the belt hanging from her wrist. She was just warming up and it looked like the fat bitch had surrendered already. Still, we would have ample opportunity for some more fun before this particular training session was over.
I shot a stare at Nina. She was standing bolt upright and had already taken her blazer off and had started undoing her shirt buttons.
Easy, so easy I thought to myself.
PHASE TWO.
“ Stand up straight” I ordered as I surveyed the two females in their underwear.
Nina had a matching blue bra and panties and it was obvious she carried no bust to speak of. She was thin rather than slim, and you could count her ribs protruding from her tight skin, which made her even more unattractive to me. With her lanky frame she towered above her much shorter mother.
