Candy Among the Christians
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Download Title, "New Faculty Orientation"
Dr. Elsbeth Strikt
10:45 AM, August 1st, 2001
A Complete Tour of the Facilities
So Candy the "Toast of the Town" was entrusted into my hands. It would be my
job to remake her. And her daughters whose spoiled brat behavior was a legend
among the girls at our school who knew them socially. Well 2nd Evangelical was
the place to do it and I am the person to do it. There certainly are enough
legends about 2nd Evangelical Girls Academy. The local rumor mill calls us
"Spankers High" and those are just the rumors that circulate among the girls
that go to the other private girls schools. Our girls don't spread rumors
outside this school. They know better. And so do their moms. The only
accurate rumors about this place are the ones that circulate within. Most of
them are true. But well disciplined mothers and daughters know just how far to
push and when to bow down. Or rather bend over. This one will soon enough
learn.
As we walk out of the office and down the hall, I start off with my standard
instructions. "First of all, in my presence you will only speak when spoken to.
Your answers are to be short and without excuses. Is that clear?" The blond
one replied "Yes Dr. Elsbeth". To you that is "Dr. Strikt", I corrected.
"Before we go to human resources I will give you a tour of the relevant parts of
the school. That way I will be sure you understand the contract and are
amenable to its terms". Candy started off "Oh no problem, Dr. Strikt, I am very
happy with the terms that Rev. Payne laid out. You see he ...". I stopped in
my tracks. "Candy", I said, "you are babbling and thereby have just broken my
first rule. And you were late to our meeting. And I smell liquor on your
breath at this hour of the morning. All of these things are unacceptable." By
this time we had reached the English Dept. which was also on the third and top
floor of the school.
Candy was smart enough to remain silent as we walked around the currently vacant
classrooms and offices. I showed her the office in the interior corridor that
she would share with another novice teacher. After checking out the desks and
bookshelves in what would be her office she noticed a pair of tawses hanging on
the wall. One was a 24" and one was a heavy 30". "What is this for?" she asked
picking up the longer strap. "What do you think it is" I replied. She said
nothing. "Time to go to the basement" I instructed as we headed toward the
elevator. Without thinking she started babbling again. "Boy, it is interesting
that you have a basement. You know in this town most places don't have
basements because we are so low at sea level and the basements flood so easy. I
remember during Allison..." I stopped. Candy stopped. I looked her in the eye
and said "you are babbling again. Do you realize that this behavior is totally
unacceptable. You must discipline your tongue or it will be all over for you.
You need to decide right now whether we proceed to the basement or just go back
to Rev. Payne's office and forget the whole thing." Candy, humbled replied
"Yes, mam, let's go to the basement".
Immediately after exiting the elevator we made a right turn and came to a door
marked Room B.100 with a plastic plaque. This led to a tiny anteroom which
after turning on the light revealed two doors. The one directly ahead, the one
with a handle and a deadbolt that was marked Teachers while the one without a
lock to the right said Waiting Room. Candy was obviously intrigued but for once
kept her silence. I unlocked the Teachers door, and relocked it after we
entered. There was a maze of corridors before us. These are the teacher's
locker rooms I explained leading Candy up to one with a deadbolt that said
Humanities. I explained that "since at the middle school and high school level
we have only female students, we have only female teachers". I unlocked the
door, we turned on the light and entered, and I relocked the door. I suspect
that Candy was surprised at how large the room was. Down the middle was the
expected set of varnished wooden benches set on grey-painted pipe legs. Along
one wall was a set of large floor to ceiling lockers, actually small closets,
with locked louvered wooden doors. All of them had plastic plaques with names
on them, starting with "Dr. Strikt" and proceeding to the last two labeled Ms.
Belt and Mrs. Butz. I unlocked the door of the last locker and told her "This
will be yours", pointing to the one at the end and indicated "this will be your
new office mates, Ms. Belt" and motioning toward the conventional metal lockers
on the other wall of the room indicated "and those are for the students".
Candy, curious about this piped up without thinking "That's weird, I've never
heard of students and teachers sharing locker rooms." My patience just about at
an end, I unlocked my locker, I took off my black suit coat and hung it in my
locker. "Candy" I said, "This is not an athletic locker room. This is a
disciplinary locker room. I can see that you have lot to learn and I am about
to begin your disciplinary instruction".
Mrs. Candice Butz
11:00 AM, August 1st, 2001
Candy Butz Begins Her Education
I couldn't believe what happened after we left Rev. Payne's office. Elsbeth was
consistently curt and demeaning to me. I don't know what management school she
went to. She kept insisting on my silence and was really not interested in
conversation. When I saw my office I was appalled. It was an inside office
without window and I was to share it with another teacher. I guess given my
situation I will have to lump it but I don't like it. Then I noticed a couple
of wicked looking straps hanging on the wall. I asked about them but Dr. E
decided to be uncommunicative. I had heard so vague rumors floating around that
they spanked at 2nd Evangelical but I had blown them off. I figured that this
was chatter on the part of Kim's girlfriends that went to St. Michael's
Episcopal designed to rattle Kim and Ashley's cage. Well I guess the rumors are
true. When I get the chance I'll have to ask Elsbeth if she expect me to hit
girls. Does she realize that its child abuse and we could get sued. But with
her in this hissy fit I guess that this is not the time. As we left the English
Dept. Dr. E indicated that the Basement was the next stop.
Candice Butz
11:25 AM, Wed, August 1st, 2001
The Basement
Boy, this is weird. Why is the basement a high priority on a tour of the
school? Maybe that's where the cafeteria is. Time for coffee! I could really,
really use some now. I have a death dealing hangover that is getting worse as
the day goes on. Good old Elsbeth is getting even bitchier as we go to the
basement. Maybe she needs a cup too. I get a real creepy feeling as we get to
the basement and go into Room 101. Eventually we get to this room with lockers
and she assigns me mine. When she points out the student lockers I ask her if
that isn't a bit strange. When she says that this is the disciplinary locker
room I gulp. I ask her if this is where we spank students. At that point she
starts into this long lecture.
"Ms Butz, get down on your knees. Have you just signed a contract charging you
to complete obedience to me. Do you understand the implications of your failing
to follow this contract. Do you know what will happen to you. Do you know what
will happen to your daughters. Do you know what discipline is. We are here so
that you can completely submit to me. I will then chastise you. This complex
is not simply for spanking girls. It is for disciplining student, their mothers
and when necessary, teachers and staff. Do you understand this. Are you
willing to comply with every one of my exact instructions. If you do not, then
we will immediately go up to Rev Payne's office, we will tear up the contract
and you can walk home and take your daughters out on the street with you.
Because the locks are already changed on you car and here are the new keys." At
this point she held out a set of key on a Momentum Jaguar ring. The way things
had been going lately I was sure she was telling the truth. "Do I have your
complete obedience" she said. I was between the rock and the hard place. I was
out of options. I gulped. "Do I have your complete OBEDIENCE" she shouted.
"Yes" I whispered knowing I had no choice. "LOUDER" she insisted. "Yes Dr.
Strikt" I said. "Are you willing to submit to your chastisement" she said.
"Yes Dr. Strikt" I replied. "LOUDER" she insisted. "Yes Dr. Strikt" I said.
Then Elsbeth coldly looked at me and said in a reptilian voice "So be it. Hand
me your purse. Disrobe".
Dr. Elsbeth Strikt
11:15 AM, August 1st, 2001
Teaching Candy about the Facts of Life
I began Candy's education by explaining the disciplinary facts of life at 2nd
Evangelical to her. All females were subject to discipline from the Dean on
down to the lowliest 5th grader. This included teachers, students, staff and
mothers. Just yesterday, I was instructed by Rev Payne to discipline his
secretary. Yesterday, the young woman paid a visit to Room B169 and today her
deportment was much better. This afternoon she would complete her discipline.
I explained to Candy that so far today her behavior was completely unacceptable
for employment at this school. This confirmed my earlier suspicions. I had
been opposed to helping her from the start. I explained to her the consequences
of her actions both for herself and for her daughters. I indicated that I felt
that only the most severe discipline had any chance of turning her around and
that I didn't think she could take it. I did admit that Rev. Payne felt that he
knew more of her and that he said she might work out. At that point I told her
that I was willing to go along with Rev. Payne but that I still had my doubts
that Candy could stand the sort of discipline necessary to turn around.
Normally, it takes months, perhaps a year, to work up to the level of discipline
that Candy needed. I asked her if she thought she could get there in a single
afternoon. I guess she felt she could. I purposely chose not to let her know
immediately, all that she was about to receive.
First, that ridiculous pink miniskirt outfit had to go. Permanently. It was as
fitting for a widow as a condom on a steer. Even for the bimbo widow of a
disgraced Texas suicide oilman. I had her take off the short jacket and
miniskirt and deposit them in the trashcan. As I suspected she wasn't wearing a
slip.
So Candy stood there half naked feeling a bit ill at ease. I had her take off
her expensive but gauche pink Prada strap up high heels. Her panty hose went
into the trash next, real women don't wear panty hose. In keeping with her
former career as stripper and part-time harlot she wore a thong rather than
panties. About the only nice thing she had on was her bra, a feminine lacy
confection. I unlocked her closet and instructed her to put in the bra. She
was as startled to find clothing already there as she had been to find her name
on the locker. I explained that the clothing was for her to wear when
eventually she went to her quarters. Yes we already had her exact measurements.
This seemed to somewhat relieve her. I suspect that even a former "table
dancer" was embarrassed standing there naked. I reached into my locker and took
out a pair of my standard dark blue stockings. I was a bit taller than she was
but she was definitely had a much more voluptuous figure than I did. Therefore
the stocking should be an excellent fit. And since her thighs, although not
fat, were considerably fuller than my skinny ones, the elastic tops of the
stockings up would suffice to hold them up. I explained to her that stocking
tops were very important because they demarcated one of the boundaries of the
areas of the body suitable for discipline. She did a double take at that
remark. Then I told her to put her silly pink high heels back on. From now on
they were to be her punishment shoes. Yes, there were already a pair of
sensible, black shoes in her size in her locker.
Having disrobed the former Mrs. Genron, I picked up the phone hanging on the
wall. I called up Rev Payne's office and talked to his secretary. She was to
inform him of how far we had proceeded. Then she was to come down to Room B.101
and join us in Room B.169. She could use Rev. Payne's master key. Expect to be
down here all afternoon. Yes, he would know what she was up to. She would
complete her chastisement but she would mostly assist me. I would need
progressively more and more help in the upcoming chastisements. Then I
instructed a somewhat subdued and frightened Candy to enter the Treatment Room.
Candy Among the Christians
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Download Title "The Treatment Room"
Candice Butz
11:35 AM, August 1st, 2001
They Seem to be Well Prepared and I'm Not Sure I Should be Happy About This
I had to admit that the fuckers really had the best of me. I was stuck with no
money and precious little prospect of getting any. I had no doubt that with
their resources they had my house and car. At a time like this, in this
vengeful town stripping my girls away from me would be child's play. I would do
anything to keep my daughters out of the hands of my step-father. At least
right now I didn't have to worry about them. Our housekeeper, Mrs. Broussard,
the one reliable, loyal employee we had was taking care of them.
Yeah, before at 17 I was able to survive out on the street. But now I'm 30 and
everybody and his sister in this town is down on me. At first upstairs, I
thought that I might have to half and half the Reverend to get enough money to
make it through the week. Maybe at his age just a blow-job. But this
discipline stuff from the tall dark haired on gives me the willies. Anyway, I
did as I was told and I stripped and threw away the suit. So I will have to
change into black widow's weeds and ride herd on high school brats. But I loved
that pink suit, it showed off my charms to alarming advantage. I didn't have to
throw away my bra though. That was a $80 Victoria's Secret. Put it in the
locker. Somebody's been planning ahead. Rev and Alex, and probably Ms Tall and
Thin. The name on the locker and that black suit in there for me. I didn't
know whether to be touched or revolted when she gave me a pair of her hideous
heavy blue stockings. And then my pink shoes. The dark mistress may have a
Ph.D. from Columbia but she has no sense of style.
Elsbeth got on the phone. Looks like she is summoning down the boss' secretary.
The cute looking young short red head. Apparently again plans worked out
beforehand. But I don't like words like "discipline" and "chastisement".
Sounds like too many cheap porno movies I have seen. Then Elsbeth pulls out a
white lab coat from her locker, puts it on and says, "go into the Treatment
Room" just like this is some sort of cheap movie. This whole thing is giving me
the creeps. I hope it is not some sort of a snuff movie. Well, lead on, tall
dark-haired one. Things can't bet that much worse for me.
Candice Butz
11:40 AM, August 1st, 2001
The Treatment Room
At the opposite end of the locker room from where we entered was another door.
Another stupid plastic plaque says B.169 Treatment Room. Elsbeth unlocks it. I
open it and note how really thick and heavy it is. Creepy. Coming in behind
me, Elsbeth turns on the lights and deadbolts the door. A real lock and key
freak Blinding bright mixed fluorescents and incandescent spots. Despite my
fear, I am almost starting to get off on this. It is like a bad episode of the
Adams Family with Dr. Strikt as Morticia. Tall and thin with dark hair, very
pale skin and black clothes. In a spooky place.
She adjusts the lighting and turns off the spots. The "Treatment Room" is good
sized room, at least 20' by 20'. The room is white, white, white. Glossy white
ceramic tile floors and white gloss enamel walls. I notice some white ropes up
on the ceiling with white pulleys. Even the interior surfaces of the massive
wooden doors are painted with white gloss enamel. There are four of these heavy
doors, one at each of the corners of the room. The ceiling is about nine feet
high with acoustic tiles and all kinds of lighting fixtures. Yeah and I have
noticed that the eye bolts in the ceiling are painted with white enamel. Lots
of eye bolts and pulleys and ropes. The only wall that is really different is
the wall to the far right with its expanse of sliding mirrored closet doors.
Immediately to my left is what is obviously the bathing end. By that wall are a
toilet, a sink with a large, recessed mirrored cabinet above, a double set of
recessed showers with their transparent curtains open and tied back and wonder
of wonders, a bidet. Guess they are ready for anything. The remaining two
opposing sides have double closet doors, painted white of course. Whole place
looks like a New York fag decorator's dream. If I was going to do a Treatment
Room I would do it in pastels. Pink maybe On the other hand, here I am,
standing in the Treatment Room, naked, in stupid blue cotton stockings and my
pink high heeled shoes. Guess I got no choice but to go along with it. Doesn't
mean I like it. In fact I am just about scared shitless at the prospect of it.
It looks to me like I probably have some sort of a whipping staring me in the
face. Smack dab in the middle of the room is a perverse sort of carpenter's saw
horse. Except it looks sturdier than any I've ever seen. Obviously custom made
and varnished to a Mexican's dream. Legs of four by fours. Cross piece a four
by four covered by leather. Unlike any saw horse I've ever seen this one is
only about thirty inches long, rather than the usual four feet. A tall boy that
stands about thirty-six inches high. Also this horse ain't going nowhere fast
since it is fastened onto a rectangular base made of two by sixes. Oh yeah, and
the ends of the crosspiece come to a point. I don't like that. I have seen a
few blue videos in my day. Alex wouldn't have any part of them but he was out
of town a lot. Some of my girlfriends were of the venturesome kind, although
none so venturesome that they knew about my real past. Sometimes when it was
just us Girls together and the kids had gone to sleep or were at somebody else's
house we had Grown Up Girls Quality Time. Fine liquor, fine food and unusual
video entertainment. Organs way bigger than hubby's, unusual orifices, fun with
animals and machines, and a little bit of the old BDSM. Oh yeah, I seen the
trick where they strap you across the horse with your legs spread. Versus the
one where you ride the end with your pubis resting on the pointy end. This
horse certainly had enough straps with nice brass buckles to accommodate as many
positions as Elsbeth can probably think up. Maybe a few more. I wonder what
position Dr. Ms. Frankenstein von Strikt prefers. I wonder who disciplines her.
Is it the Reverend? Oh yes, and did I mention the Gynecological Exam Table on
the other side of the room? Ulp!
Candice Butz
11:45 AM, Wed. August 1st, 2001
Reverend's Little Red-Headed Darling
My fantasies along these lines were brought to a halt by a quiet knock on the
door opposite the one we came in through. Elsbeth walked over and knocked back
three times. I heard the door unlock. It opened and in came the Rev's
secretary who I had not been formally introduced to. Elsbeth then with great
rattling of keys, locked the door. I guess all this locking and unlocking was
part of her control freak thing. Outside of the Rev, his sec, the receptionist
at the entrance, and Ms Bride of Frankenstein I hadn't seen or heard anybody
else all day. I guess everybody was taking off prior to starting up for
classes. I now got a closer glimpse of the Rev's secretary. Sitting behind her
desk I took her for a looker. Out in the open my impression was amply
confirmed. A body that was almost the equal of mine, but short and demure. You
know, the eyes cast down type. And married. I noticed the all-important gold
band on the ring finger of the left hand. But no engagement ring. Oh and
modestly dressed in a long sleeved white blouse, buttoned to the top button
with ruffles down the front and a cute little ribbon tied in a bow just under
the collar. But inside that blouse nestled a noble rack of tits. An ankle
length denim skirt buttoned down the front concealed her legs but I'll bet my
nonexistent exotic dancer license that she has a cute ass. Elsbeth introduced
he as "a young lady, a recent graduate of 2nd Evangelical Girls Academy,
recently married, newly employed who was just beginning to learn the disciplines
of wife and secretary." Oh Boy! I thought. What an assistant. For a moment, I
doubted that the Rev was porking her.
Elsbeth continued, "Patty show Candy the fruits of your chastisement yesterday".
Patty meekly turned around, lifted up her skirt and slip and bent over. One
could immediately see the results of her previous punishment because she wasn't
wearing any panties. She was wearing a sturdy white cotton garter belt and the
ugly dark blue cotton hose that the fundamentalists are so fond of. From her
waist on down to the tops of her stockings she was one big red bruise with
purple splotching. Boy did I gulp, these folks don't fool around! Never in our
"Girls Gotta Have Fun" video nights had I ever seen bruises anything like that.
Dr. Strikt commanded "As you were" and Patty dropped her skirts, straightened up
and turned around. All that trauma and she was scheduled for more chastisement
this afternoon. What did she do to deserve this, bite down when giving the Rev
a blow job!
Well, Morticia had an assistant that had a high pain threshold. Then the dark
bitch goddess had little Patty fasten to my wrists fleece-lined leather bands. I
can only describe as forearm protectors made from the hide of hirsute sheep.
These had steel D rings on them. I don't think we were going to be doing
archery.
Dr. Strikt's Plans and Preparations
Dr. Elsbeth Strikt
11:50 AM, August 1st, 2001
As we entered the Treatment Room it was obvious that Candy had never seen
anything like it. Beneath the brazen manner and the haughty demeanor I could
see fear. Good. She didn't know what to expect. She gawked around like the
yokel she truly was until Patty arrived. I had Patty lift her skirts and expose
the fruits of her recent chastisement. This caused further consternation on
Candy's part. Maybe the Reverend was right. Given the quality of our program
of discipline we can break down this slut's resistance and remake her in the
image of our suffering Man-God. We will see.
The time had finally come to commence Candy's chastisement. It was seldom that
I got to severely discipline a mature woman who was totally new to chastisement.
Usually the mothers of our girls were gradually introduced to pain and
humiliation. We started by spanking them with only their buttocks exposed and
slowly moved up through bondage to switches, the rod and finally bound naked to
Dr. Norcod's whips. Often a year would pass as the discipline progressed from
the buttocks to the thighs, the outside and inside of the hips and then only
slowly and gradually to the breasts. Finally, after many sessions the genitals
and nipples would be subjected to the implements of pain. Often the girl would
be a senior before her mother lay on her back with her legs spread and feet
lashed to the stirrups waiting for the first kiss on the vulva from my whip.
Only on the rarest occasions did I have the opportunity to employ thorns, pliers
or hot irons. But in Candy's case, Rev. Payne earlier indicated to me that she
would not leave the Treatment Room until her nipples and vulva were bloodied. I
warned him that it might be late tonight before we were finished because of the
necessity of frequent long pauses for the whore to recover. He said I had until
daybreak, although he wanted her off the horse by 3 PM. Just to think, from
first spanking to pussy whipping in a single day. And Candy had one of the most
beautiful mature bodies that it has ever been my privilege to work on. Fulsome
buttocks and thighs but nowhere fat. Large breasts and yet a flat stomach.
Holy work it is, but yes, I love it. And later, Mrs. Broussard was bringing
Candy's two daughters. Between the Genron's and the other Robinson's, I was
probably in for a sleepless night.
I had earlier decided that in order to take her to the limit it would be
necessary to employ bondage from the start. The heavy horse would be optimum
for her first bondage Earlier I had inspected some photos Rev Payne supplied.
I speculated that that her thighs were thin enough that I could access the
perineum from the rear when she was bent across the width of the horse with her
knees spread. Thus I could chastise her extensively without having to move her
to another bondage system. I like the horse because a subject can absorb an
amazing amount of discipline without fainting. You can't say this for
suspension bondage where all but the strongest and most experienced will faint
after surprisingly little punishment. I abhor fainting it totally ruins the
rhythm of chastisement. And rhythm and pacing are so important to taking over
the mind of the female you are training. I am still unsure what implement to use
for the first cycle of vulvar discipline. The riding crop, birch and whip all
have advantages and disadvantages. I will make that decision after I am
finished blooding her ass with the birch. Should be about 2:15 PM or so.
So first on went the heavy-duty five inch wrist restrains and Candy was bent
over the crosspiece of the horse. First with her legs together as Patty secured
her arms. The wrist restraints were padlocked to the base of the front legs and
the elbows were buckled to the front legs with straps. Candy was nice and tall
which meant she didn't have to stand on a stool in order to get her wrists all
the way to the bottom of the front legs of the horse. Another reason I so much
prefer tall mature women to short girls is the way they drape over the heavy
horse. Then, one at a time, I had Patty secure Candy's knees to the outsides of
the horse's back legs. Candy was surprisingly co-operative, again an advantage
with a thoroughly intimidated mature woman. Girls tend so to struggle so
irrationally when in fact they have nothing to gain. Once we had the straps
holding Candy's ankles buckled, we had a magnificent picture. Buttocks high in
the air, the fattest part of the buttocks level on the top. Thighs nicely
spread. Head well down - less likely to faint. With her waist unsecured Candy
was likely to buck a lot. But that is something I am looking forward to, the
struggle. But secured at wrist, elbow, knee and ankle Candy wasn't going to do
anything on that horse but rub herself raw. And the use of the heavy horse
ensured that it wasn't going anywhere fast.
And what a magnificent perineum she had. I now could clearly see from the
corrugated condition of her fourchette that Candy had indeed delivered several
children by the vaginal route. You never could tell until you had them spread.
I have seen mothers of three and four daughters that had delivered them all by
Caesarian section. They sometimes had the vulvas of 14 year olds. Not Candy.
But considering that she was 30 years old and had 2 daughters, her wrinkled,
protuberant labia were the only sign of wear and tear on her. I couldn't decide
which implement to use on her vulva but with her bound to the heavy horse it
magnificently exposed. And vulnerable.
From the side I could clearly see her breasts dangling down. I doubt that those
breasts ever suckled her daughters. Well, if she indeed had been a stripper
once, as Rev Payne indicated, then it certainly behooved her to keep her assets
in good shape. The breasts were so large and so firm that they will stand
straight out when she is stood straight up with her arms suspended above her
head. Usually with breasts this large there is sufficient sag such that the
lowest portion is concealed from the implement. In order to make all of the
breast available to discipline they must be secured on their back. And then the
breast just lays there and pancakes out. But not Candy. With her suspended from
her arms her breasts will be one of the finest targets I have ever had. And the
"Treatment Room" was well equipped with lines and blocks and remote controlled,
motorized winches for suspensions. But again the dilemma. Which to use first,
fiberglass rod, riding crop, switch or whip. I think it will be riding crop
first and then the rod. Whip last, maybe in a separate part of the session.
This was working out much better than I had hoped. . With the advantage of
height, I will begin by working on the buttocks with the heavy strap. Then,
from the rear, Patty will thoroughly apply the tawse not only to the backs and
outsides of the thighs, but also to the inner portions. The inner thighs are
one of my favorite sites for punishment. Then, after a long rest to recover, I
will work on Candy's vulva.
I instructed Patty that she would be playing a significant role in Candy's
chastisement. The excellence or lack thereof, of her performance would
influence the remainder of her punishment later today. I reminded her that if
she did well, there was always a need for someone to assist in the pre-term
discipline of the schoolgirls later this month. I then instructed her to remove
her skirt and slip, unbutton her blouse and tie the ends together under her
bosom. As a student she learned the routine. She rapidly and efficiently
removed her lower garments, opened the mirrored closet sliding doors and hung up
her skirt and slip. Then she tied up the lower portion of her blouse. She was
a striking sight with her breasts jutting out above brightly bruised buttocks
and thighs. Like a good girl Patty asked "should I shave her?" "Of course" I
replied. She went over to the cabinet above the sink and removed shaving cream,
a razor and a small basin which she filled with water. She lathered up Candy's
entire perianal, perineal and pubic region. Because the blonde had a
"brazilian", she needed a trim. The area around her vulva and anus still had a
fine covering of blonde hair. And considering my plans for that region, I
wanted it hairless. Patty passed the razor over Candy's private parts time
after time again, dipping it into the water in between strokes. "Is that OK,
Dr. Strikt" Patty asked. I inspected it and suggested she go over it yet again,
thoroughly, without the cream. Candy obviously didn't like being shaved and she
squirmed around. Patty was persistent and scrapped every part vigorously. She
might make a good nurse. After having finished her Candy's prep, Patty put the
razor, cream and basin away and went back over to the sliding mirror doors.
Patty opened the left half of the closet revealing a large pegboard at the back
of the closet. Hung on this pegboard was part of my collection of leather
implements for punishing delinquent females. On the floor of the closet was
also a series of tall receptacles holding switches and other long thin resilient
implements of chastisement. Dr Payne and I have always prided myself on the
completeness of our collection. Today we would go right to the top because this
was no tender middle school girl we were disciplining. "Candy, do you wish to
have a gag to bite down on. We don't want you biting your tongue" I suggested.
She shook her head no. "Which implement will we start with Dr Strikt" Patty
queried. "The thirty inch long, two and a half inch wide, thick strap" I
replied. Patty was obviously enjoying herself. This would be her first time on
the giving end. She was readily appreciating that it is better to give than to
receive. Patty bubbled "Boy is she going to get it". I glowered at Patty. She
cast down her eyes and blushed as only a redhead can blush. Patty realized that
she was getting out of her place and was, herself, going to be on the receiving
end once again later this afternoon. I can't let the help get puffed up. "Show
her the implement of her chastisement" I commanded. Patty went around to in
front of the bound and severely bent over Candy and showed her the heavy thick
leather strap. "Now Candy, kiss the implement of your correction" I instructed.
Patty indicated the blond whore's compliance. I went over to the control panel,
adjusted the lights and started the recording equipment. Then Patty brought the
strap over to me.
