BURNING CONFESSIONS EXTRACT

 
BURNING CONFESSIONS EXTRACT:
Spanking Stories
2008-03-17
An excerpt from my spanking short story collection, BURNING CONFESSIONS

BURNING CONFESSIONS, by Lizbeth Dusseau, copyrighted © 1998, all rights
reserved.
A bit of stern discipline …
Matherly's lake cottage was fifteen miles north of the city. Though his
were hastily written directions, they led me exactly to the rustic cabin
with the screened porch and a deep deck overlooking the waters of a
serene lake and its shoreline abundant with leafy green summer foliage.
I could think of a dozen reasons to enjoy this teeming hideaway far from
an overcrowded city-none included being disciplined. Yet, that was why
I'd come. Would the setting add or detract from the session? I suppose
I wouldn't really know since I'd never been through this experience
before in any locale.
I might have been charmed by Matherly's style if I wasn't so uneasy
about my next hour. The staunch surroundings of his home were as manly
as my master himself. Clean and orderly, it was warmly furnished in
leather and wholesome woods. I wanted to spend some time perusing the
place but this was hardly a social visit.
When Matherly invited me inside, his manner was as perfunctory as
before. He didn't offer me a chair to sit in, but took one himself that
stood before a great expanse of windows overlooking the deck outside and
the lake beyond.
I quaked as I had before in his office, though now I had all the more
reason, seeing that there was lying on a table next to him a thick
wooden ruler and a hard spanking paddle with a business end nearly as
large as a Ping-Pong paddle.
"Corporal punishment, how long has it been?" he went straight to the
point.
"Since I was a child."
"How old were you the last time?"
"I think fourteen."
"And for what reason were you punished?"
"Drinking." I remembered the occasion well when my father caught me
with the smell of bourbon on my breath.
"And how did he punish you?"
"With his belt."
"Doubled?"
"Yes. Daddy always doubled the leather and held it firmly in his hefty
fist-I'll never forget the picture."
"On your naked ass, I assume?"
"Yes, sir."
"Over his lap?"
"No, over the back of a chair. My hands were on the seat and I had to
stand on tiptoe."
"And that was the last time?"
"Yes. My father died the next summer."
"And from then on?"
"Perhaps part of me went down with him."
"And ever since you've struggled to discipline yourself and failed?"
He couldn't have stated it more succinctly. "Yes, sir."
"Well," there was almost a smile on his face, "that's going to change
now."
I nodded my head, breathed deep of his command and found myself nearly
in tears responding to the force he exuded which was far greater than
anything I'd experienced with my father.
"You're going to walk the straight and narrow from now on, Merrilee.
If you should veer from that, you'll be soundly punished. You'll feel
this ruler," he nodded to the table at his side, "and the paddle, as
well as a cane and razor strap. My discipline is harsh, but not without
compassion. Most of all, you'll learn to obey me, since you have such
trouble obeying your better instincts. Is all that understood?" Each
word he spoke was like a lightning rod drawing life into my body I'd not
felt in years.
"Yes, sir, it is," I answered, my voice so hushed but not without the
conviction that brought me to him.
"It should go without saying that you will not drink, smoke, touch any
drugs other than what a physician should prescribe for you, and simple
aspirin. You will not go to bars-even if it is to join a friend after
work. I will monitor all your activities, and you'll need permission
from me for any pursuit you might wish outside your daily job. It would
be safe to suggest that you should consult me on any matter that veers
from your normal life-even if it's something small and seemingly
innocent-even if it is something you are sure I'd allow you to do. You
make no assumptions. If you are unable to contact me before this event,
you simply do not go. You go nowhere without my permission. Is that
clear?"
I was shocked and I'm sure Matherly could see that shock on my face.
"These are extreme measures, Merrilee. But you either agree to the
whole package or none at all. If you want to find some other man to
assume control over you, that is fine. But I won't accept this
assignment with anything less than your intention to follow my orders to
the letter."
I stood for some time in silence, not sure if he wanted some response
from me or not, and when I didn't speak, he continued.
"In addition, you will report your activities to me daily. You will be
truthful and candid. Rest assured, should you try to lie to me, you
might get away with it once or twice, but the guilt will eat you alive,
and you'll show your colors fairly quickly. Since this is an
arrangement that you instigated for your own benefit, I wouldn't think
it would serve any purpose to hold anything back."
Matherly paused again while I absorbed all he had to say. I had no
idea I'd be giving myself so completely. Shocking as it was, however, I
sensed that this was exactly what I needed.
"From this day forward, I own your life, Merrilee."
No lie, I thought to myself.
"Get used to the idea now, because if you try to rebel against me,
there are only two results: one-we forget it completely, or two-I come
down on you so severely you'll not be tempted to rebel again."
Again, the silence between us was so tense you could prick it with a
pin, and perhaps like a balloon it would explode and all this aura
around us would vanish.
"Have I scared you enough?" he finally asked.
"Enough," I found courage to answer him.
"And you agree to my terms?"
"I agree," I replied. My voice didn't even quaver. Perhaps I was
responding on automatic pilot, for I certainly didn't have any clue what
his offer truly meant. Living through it would be the only way I would
understand what a pervasive influence Matherly would have on my life.
"Good, then. You can turn around and unclothe yourself from the waist
down, and kneel into the chair in front of you. We'll begin your
correction right now …"

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Lizbeth Dusseau
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