Six months had passed since I joined with Master. Six months of training. First came my Domestic Training, the house becoming my responsibility to keep clean and tidy. Food ordered, prepared, and cooked, washing and ironing done, even the gardening was mine to care for.
My first spanking had come from something simple. Master had shown me the panels on the roof, generating free electricity for the house, but I hadn’t listened carefully enough as he explained the limits of the panels, the amount of electricity generated being dependant on the sun. So when making Master’s breakfast, his tea and toast, I switch on the kettle and depressed the bread in the toaster at the same time.
I hadn’t even registered Master’s presence before my right nipple was grasped, pinched hard and pulled, leading me from the kitchen to the living room and over his knee. My second spanking was when, without thinking, I did the same thing ten days later. This resulted in a much firmer and longer spanking including the addition of the paddle. Another constant source of spanking was for leaving the lights on, something Master was quick to admonish and punish. My continued leaving of the hall light on became so vexing for Master, it eventually earned me the cane. A dozen stinging strips across my bottom. As much as I felt chastised and remorseful, I can also remember the feeling of euphoria as this truly was the Master I had been seeking, one who wouldn’t hesitate to discipline me when needed.
The second month was Humiliation training. This started simply with peeing in front of Master. Easy enough, I can recall smiling up at Master as I sat on the loo, her pee splashing into the bowl beneath me. I’ve peed many times with girlfriends within the cubicle, waiting their turn.
That one command had my cheeks blushing as I parted my thighs wide, master dropping his gaze to watch my stream. Heat rushed through me, and my heart pounded, wishing I hadn’t drunk so much wine and water.
He stayed silent as I wiped my lips and stood.
‘Finished?’ he asked.
I nodded but felt an unease. I was missing something.
And was instantly grabbed by the hair, led over to the bath and bent over.
I remained there as the rasp of his belt, as it slid around his waist and into his hands, filled the room. The leather slapped across both cheeks, and I remember the sound was loud within the confines of the bathroom, the sting instant and painful. I know I was lifting my feet alternately off the ground as the heat and pain sunk into my bottom, despite my intention to take my punishment stoically. Twelve times, the belt landed across my bottom, Master alternating his standing position from my right to my left, to ensure an even delivery.