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Denise’s Diary: Part 1

  • Posted on June 23, 2010 at 1:37 am

Denise’s Diary
by Mistress Twilight

Denise is a submissive woman in college. She lives with her dominant boyfriend Nicholas near campus. Though she tries to be good, Denise often finds herself over Nicholas’ lap getting her bottom spanked. What follows is Denise’s submissive diary entries. This journal is part of her training. I sometimes assign my submissives to keep one as well.

Part 1
I’m writing this as an assignment for Master Nicholas, my boyfriend. Lately, I’ve been getting into all sorts of trouble and getting spanking after spanking as a result. I can’t help but feel bratty afterward.

Nicholas was getting tired of my bratty attitude. He said he could give me yet another spanking but he didn’t think I would learn my lesson. So I’ve been instructed to keep a spanking journal to illustrate why I need a firm hand.

I was embarrassed starting this stupid journal and was determined not to have my fanny toasted so I wouldn’t have to write in it. But here I am with a tender bottom and a pen in my hand.

Today I skipped my Lit class to go out shopping with some my girlfriends. It’s a big class and I figured the professor would never notice if twenty people skipped out, let alone just me. Nicholas was at work and I was shopping on the opposite side of town. I figured I wouldn’t get caught.

Shopping for clothes is much better than sitting in my boring Lit class anyway. At the beginning of the semester the professor handed out a sheet that spelled out what was on the final. All I have to do is study what I need to ace it so why waste my time. One cut class is no big deal.

My heart practically stopped when Nicholas came up to us at the mall cafeteria. He acted surprised to see me and my friends but said nothing about me skipping class. He merely said he was on his lunch break and it was good to bump into us. Right before he left he turned to me and said he’d see me at home. I knew I was in big trouble.

The rest of the day I kept looking for some excuse to hang around campus. My last class got out and I briefly thought about hiding in the library for a few hours. I knew I was in for a good sound spanking when I got home. But I had just checked out books for a term paper and knew Nicholas wouldn’t buy that excuse. That would only make my punishment worse.

On the ride home I rehearsed my excuse. I already had read the assigned book for Lit class so it was pointless for me to sit through a boring lecture. Yeah, it was a pretty weak excuse. But it was all I had.

When I got home Nicholas was already there. Damn. I was hoping he’d have to work late so I could at least cook his favorite meal or something to soften him up. Well, I had to go into the house sometime. I did my best to steady my nerves and walked inside.

I barely had time to put down my backpack before Nicholas was questioning me.

“Denise, why were you at the mall today?”

Damn. When he says my name like that I get a chill down my back. My bottom already tingled in anticipation. I tried to explain I just wanted to go shopping but he cut me off.

“Going shopping is fine but skipping your class is not.”

I tried making an excuse but it just came out as a whine. “But I already know everything about the book. Why do I have to stick around for some boring discussion about it?”

“Because I expect you to be responsible and go to your classes.”

“But-“

“No buts…There’s no excuse for skipping class to go shopping.”

My excuse utterly failed so I tried the puppy eyes trick. That didn’t help either. No sooner had I batted my eyelashes and started to pout than Nicholas told me to get undressed.

I got out of my clothes quickly, not wanting to upset him more. He told me to get over his lap. That’s when I noticed the thick, wooden paddle sitting on the table.

“Not the paddle!”

”Don’t argue or I’ll get the cane. Get over my knees NOW.”

The cane was no idle threat. I had been punished with it before and didn’t want to feel it again. The threat of the cane was enough to get me over his knees fast.

At least he started with his hand. He slapped my ass playfully at first until I started grinding on his lap. Mmm, I thought, maybe this one could be fun?

Nicholas’ tone changed. “This isn’t for your enjoyment. This is punishment. If you insist on acting like a brat then I will treat you like one.”

He stopped spanking with his hand and reached for the paddle.

“Please stop! I promise I won’t skip class again.” I hated to beg but I hated the sting of that paddle even more. I knew how much it was going to hurt.

“I intend to make certain of that”, he scolded.

I felt the first smack. It was a sharp sting that made me yelp. But Nicholas didn’t even pause, he continued spanking me until my ass felt like it was on fire. I tried to hold still but the sting was growing so much I couldn’t help but squirm and kick.

Nicholas sandwiched my legs between his to hold me in place. My hand flew over my ass instinctively; I knew he was going to really lay into me. He grabbed my arm and held it behind my back far away from my bottom.

There was nothing I could do but take my punishment. I tried to bite my lip so I wouldn’t yelp but that lasted about twenty seconds. This was no playful spanking! My behind was was on fire! And Nicholas had to spank my thighs which made me start sniffling.

I was crying by the time he stopped. He let me stand up and my hands immediately flew straight to my bottom. It felt so hot I knew it was bright red.

Nicholas told me to get dressed and to start a term paper that was due the following week. As I was putting on my clothes I noticed the time. My favorite show was about to come on. I tried to reason with him. Surely I could do my homework later.

“Your punishment was supposed to remind you of your responsibilities. I would expect you would be cooperative and do your paper instead of trying to loaf in front of the TV.”

“But-“ I knew I shouldn’t pout but I couldn’t help it. This wasn’t fair!

“No buts. Your television and phone privileges are cut off for tonight. Your only focus will be on your paper and your spanking journal.”

“My spanking journal!”

By his smirk I could tell Nicholas was enjoying himself. “Yes, your spanking journal. Every time you get punished you’re to make an entry. Perhaps that will teach you why you need a firm hand.”

So here I am, stuck up in my room. And all I can do is write my term paper or write in this journal. I didn’t know my TV watching and phone calls were a privilege. I mean it’s not like I’m a child right? I bet Nicholas just made that up on the spot. But I know better than to argue. It will just get me another spanking. At least now I can rub my butt without him seeing.

Professor’s Punishment

  • Posted on April 21, 2010 at 12:55 am

Professor’s Punishment
by Mistress Twilight

Daniel was nervous as he walked toward his professor’s office. At the end of class his professor had called him to her desk. Theresa, his professor, had not looked happy. With a stern voice she told him, “Stop by my office when you’re done with classes today”.

After his last class Daniel immediately went to his professor’s office. He could sense he was in trouble and he knew better than to be late. As soon as he walked into the room he noticed a large stack of exam papers. Theresa gestured to a chair. As he sat down Daniel recognized the stack as student papers he had graded earlier in the week. His professor looked down at them and sighed.

Looking up she told him, “I’m afraid I can’t give you extra credit for grading these papers.”

Daniel instantly felt nervous. He had to get extra credit or else his grade would be too low to maintain his GPA. “But why? You know I need this extra credit to maintain an A in your class!”

“I’d be happy to give you credit if you actually took the time to read and grade the essays.” Theresa folded her hands and looked at him over the top of her glasses.

He tried to hide his nervousness. But his voice quivered as he asked “What do you mean? I graded them all, honest.”

Theresa gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Oh, you graded them, there’s no doubt about that. But I wanted you to actually read the essays and assign each with a grade that reflected the individual’s effort. It’s obvious you just wrote down a grade on these.” She gestured to the stack of papers in front of her. “And I won’t give extra credit for that.”

Daniel bit his lip and wondered what to do. Theresa was right-he hadn’t read each essay from start to finish. But he had read a bit from each essay before giving a grade. He took a deep breath and tried to explain.

“I did read the essays Professor, I really did. Maybe I rushed through reading them but the grades I gave reflect the quality of the writing. Really!”

Theresa arched an eyebrow and looked doubtful. “Oh really? So the papers you gave A’s to deserved them and so on?”

Daniel thought carefully about how to reply. Maybe admitting his mistakes would get him out of trouble. He leaned forward and eagerly agreed. “Yes, you’re right. I should have read each thoroughly. But I’ve been so busy with my classes I only had time to skim them. But I know I graded them fairly.”

“Fairly? Fairly! Oh, I don’t think so.” Theresa picked up the top essay. You gave an A to this essay about Zeus yet the student spelled it Z-e-s throughout the entire paper! Do you really think this deserves an B+?”

“Umm, well, it was a good essay. Maybe it should be an B-?”

“If you’re going to keep lying and pretend you actually graded these essays fairly you can forget your own A in my class.” Theresa waved her hand to dismiss him from her office.

“Professor no! I need to get an A! Please! Let me regrade the papers. I promise to read each one, every page!” Daniel hated begging but he was desperate.

Theresa looked down at him and frowned. “I’ve been giving you extra credit for being my assistant this semester. And this is how you reward me?”

Daniel bit his lip with nervousness. His class grade and GPA were at risk. Swallowing his pride, he started begging in earnest.

“Professor, please. You know I need this A. I’ll do anything to keep it! Please. I swear, anything you want I’ll do it.”

Theresa arched an eyebrow and slowly sat down. “Anything?” she said suggestively.

The tone in her voice made Daniel both nervous and excited. Sleeping with a professor could get them both kicked out of school. But the risk and reward were too tantalizing to resist.

Daniel looked his professor in the eyes. “Yes. I said I’d do anything and I meant it.” He stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans.

“What are you doing?” Theresa’s asked in a surprised voice.

Daniel panicked. “I thought you wanted me to do this! I thought you wanted…” His voice broke off. Had he just made things worse for himself?

“First you shirk your duties, then you lie about it and now you’re trying to use sexual favors in a shameless attempt to sway my decision.” The anger had returned to Theresa’s voice.

“Professor, no, that’s not what I-”

“Oh really, then why is there a bulge in your pants?”

Daniel couldn’t lie. His cock was hard and practically bursting through his jeans. Instead he hung his head and apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh you will be. You need to be disciplined. You can continue stripping.”

Daniel’s head snapped back up. “What?”

“You heard me. Take off your clothes. You need to be punished for laziness, lying and attempted bribery.”

Daniel knew he was not in any position to argue. Wordlessly he disrobed, feeling his professor’s eyes on his body.

When he was naked, Theresa stepped closer and bent Daniel over her desk.

“Professor?” Daniel’s heart was racing. What was going on?

“You have been behaving like an irresponsible brat. That is no way for a teacher’s assistant to act. Good assistants get rewarded but brats get punished.”

Smack! Theresa smacked her hand down on Daniel’s bare bottom. Instinctively, Daniel yelped and then felt his hair being pulled.

“Quiet! We’re still in my office. If you keep making noise I will gag you.”

“Yes ma’am.” Daniel closed his mouth then, determined to keep quiet.

But Theresa’s smacks become harder. She smacked each cheek, going back and forth until his bottom was bright red. How could her petite hand hurt so much?

“Now, I want you to regrade this Zeus paper.” Theresa placed the paper in front of him. Daniel tried to stand up but Theresa held him in place.

“Before I send you home to grade the rest I want to be assured you’ll do it right. Start reading.”

Daniel did as he was told. As he was reading Theresa started smacking his bottom again. Her slaps were slower now, but harder. She occasionally quizzed him about the paper, asking what was wrong grammatically or about errors in the writer’s logic.

Daniel’s bottom was stinging horribly by the time he was done. “So, what grade do you think this paper really deserves?” There was a wicked tone in Theresa’s voice.

“A C-?” Daniel asked hopefully.

“That seems fair.” Theresa grabbed something from her bookshelf. “And how many more swats do you think you deserve?”

This question made him moan slightly, in spite of himself. Daniel’s whole body shook. He hoped Theresa couldn’t tell how hard he had become during the spanking. He was humiliated but was so turned on he could hardly breathe.

“Twenty more ma’am?” He honestly didn’t think his ass could take much more. It was stinging horribly and he knew he’d have trouble sitting down that night.

“That seems fair.” Then Theresa leaned in and whispered in his ear, “However, all twenty will be given with my cane. I want this to be a firm punishment, not just something that makes you hard.”

Then Theresa slid her hand up Daniel’s thigh. Her fingernails tickled his balls then wrapped themselves around his cock. “I know you want me Daniel. But you’re going to have to earn it first.”

This made him moan again. Every time Theresa wore a short skirt to class Daniel would be jerking off to the image as soon as he got back to his dorm room. How could she have known?

Her soft fingers released him and grabbed the cane. Theresa made him count every stroke. Each wisp of the rod made his body tense. His voice shook as he counted. The cane bit hard, striking his ass and upper thighs.

After she finished Daniel collapsed against the desk, breathing hard, murmuring promises to do better next time.

This brought his professor to his ear again. “Oh you will do better. I expect you to regrade these papers, giving them the proper grades they deserve. If you do not you will be punished again. She placed her hand on his bottom and rubbed it lightly.

“Now as for this,” Theresa slid her hand between his legs again and caressed his cock lightly. “When you have earned a reward, you will receive it. But that is something for me to decide. You are in no position to induce bribes. Understand?” Without hesitation Daniel moaned a yes. Instinctively he arched his bottom higher in the air, hoping to be stroked more.

Theresa laughed and pulled away. “For now I expect you to get dressed and head back to your dorm. You have a lot of work ahead of you tonight. These papers will be regraded and on my desk by tomorrow morning.”

Daniel silently nodded and began to dress. He could not stop his hands from shaking. He gathered up the papers and turned to leave. Impulsively he turned around and met Theresa’s eyes.

“Thank you Professor for giving me a second chance.”

Theresa smiled. “Don’t worry my dear. I’ll make sure you earn it.”

Caned For Lunch

  • Posted on May 17, 2009 at 9:28 pm

Caned For Lunch
by Mistress Twilight

Jack was alone in his office for lunch. He had locked the door, closed the blinds and told his secretary to hold his all his calls. He was not to be disturbed.

He leaned back in his chair while he downloaded some of his favorite porn pics. His favorite picture was of a red haired woman getting a hard over the knee spanking from her boyfriend.

Watching that chick’s tight ass getting redder and redder was getting Jack extremely hot. Within minutes, he had whipped out his cock and was stroking it rhythmically. He stretched back in his chair and was pumping his hand furiously when his door unexpectedly opened.

His girlfriend Daria walked in and locked the door behind him. He tried to hide what he was doing but her smirk told him she knew exactly what was going on.

She quickly walked around his desk and grabbed his hand off the mouse before he could close out the window. “You were supposed to call me you know.” She looked at his screen and her eyes grew wide.

“We were supposed to go out to lunch together today. But instead you’re sitting her looking at very naughty photos.”

Jack tried to stuff his cock back in his trousers but it was no use. It was too hard to get back into his pants. He was caught and was at her mercy.

Daria looked back at the photo on his monitor. “Hey! That woman getting spanked looks like me!”

Jack gulped. There was no denying it. This was exactly the reason the photos got him so hot. He tried to laugh. “Well, now we know what it would look like if the tables were turned.”

She arched an eyebrow and stared him down. “Funny. But don’t think I’m going to let this slide.”

“What do you mean? Let’s just forget about this and go out to lunch.” He knew it was hopeless to try to get out of being punished. But he had to try.

Daria got up and walked around his office. “There must be something around here that I can punish you with.” Her eyes lingered over one of the blinds.

“And I know just the thing.” She climbed onto the chair and grabbed at the stick that opened the shades. Taking the stick off the hook she stepped back to the floor.

As Daria started walking back to his desk she started smacking it into her hand. This made Jack extremely nervous because it sounded just like a cane. He licked his lips and tried another tactic with her.

“Honey, I’m sorry. You know I feel bad for not calling. We’ll go out anywhere. I’ll take you too your favorite restaurant downtown.”

She smiled. “I think that sounds like a great idea. And we’ll do that as soon as I’m finishing caning you.”

He stood up suddenly. “What?!”

“You heard me. Now take off your pants or I’ll double your punishment.”

Jack knew it was better not to argue when she used that tone. As he was taking off his trousers, she walked over to his computer and clicked on another picture from the porn site.

“You’re going to look at this picture while you take your punishment. I want to make sure you don’t stand me up again.”

She bent him over then and he was looking right at a picture of a red haired woman giving a harsh spanking to a man. Daria chuckled then. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“Now your secretary is just outside. This cane is pretty quiet so she won’t hear me punishing you. But you better be careful not to yelp. We wouldn’t want her to think I was in here punishing my naughty boyfriend now would we?”

A rush of excitement made Jack shiver. He groaned softly.

“Now Jack, you were supposed to call me at noon. So to punish you, I’m going to give you twelve cane strokes.” He nodded and braced himself for the first stroke.

Daria whipped her arm back and brought the cane down hard across his ass. Jack started to yelp and then clamped his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was for his secretary to hear him getting punished.

Again and again the cane came down. Lines a delicious pain streaked across his bottom. After every couple of strikes Daria scratched her fingernails over his sensitive skin. Jack bit his lip to keep from moaning. The stinging pain mingled with pleasure every time she brought down her cane. The twelfth stroke was the hardest and Jack couldn’t stop a quick yelp from escaping his lips.

After rubbing his reddened bottom, Daria stepped back to admire her work. Jack sucked in his breath as she raked her fingernails over his now tender ass. He could hear the pleasure in her voice as she told him to get dressed.

Daria smirked while he pulled on his pants. Then she turned unexpectedly and walked away from him. He hurriedly buttoned his shirt as she opened his office door. She told his secretary they were going to lunch. The two women exchanged suspicious smiles and Jack hoped she hadn’t heard him getting disciplined.

They went out to Daria’s favorite restaurant. All through the meal he squirmed in his chair. He could feel each stroke throbbing. Daria looked very pleased with herself. She smiled and told him that she was confident he wouldn’t stand her up again. Jack couldn’t agree more.