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Master Chris 67
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A Letter to the Editor © 1994 Master Chris
Story #67 in the Master Chris Collection
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Dear Sir,
I have read your magazine with some interest over the past
months. I was first introduced to your fine publication while
visiting my brother and sister-in-law's home. I spotted a copy
in the nite table of the guest room where I was staying. When I
asked my brother Bob about it, he told me that he and his wife
were firm believers in corporal punishment and that their three
daughters had been punished that way for years. During my stay I
got to see Carol, their 15 year old put over her mother's knee
for an old-fashioned over-the-knee bare-bottomed spanking.
Afterwards while Carol stood in the corner of the room with her
panties and jeans still around her ankles, Mary (my sister-in-
law) told me some more of how the children were punished. I got
very aroused while Mary was telling me about the various
punishments meted out and later that night, the mental images of
it were vivid in my mind as I brought myself to a fabulous orgasm
with my fingers.
I should tell you a little about myself. I am a 34 year old
computer consultant; single with short blond hair and a figure
that I keep in shape through aerobics. I was spanked on the bare
by my parents until I was 18 when I moved out on my own. The
punishments I received were very straightforward, quite unlike
some of the punishments Mary had described.
About 3 months later, Mary and Bob called to see if I would be
willing for Janice, their eldest, to visit for a couple of weeks.
Apparently the family was going on vacation and Janice had to
stay behind for some exams at school. Since we only live a few
miles apart, I was the easiest place for her to stay. I replied
that I'd be happy to have her. I made sure the guest room was
cleaned out for Janice's arrival that weekend. On the Saturday
morning, Mary called to let me know that Janice was on the train
and would be here in an hour or so.
"Now remember Sue," she said "if Janice gives you any trouble
while she's with you, you have our full permission to punish her
as you see fit. Janice gets punished about once a week on
average so I wouldn't be surprised if you have to turn her over
your knee while she's there." A chill shot up my spine at Mary's
words. The thought of a naked seventeen year-old bent over my
lap for a spanking had me soaked in moments.
The first few days passed uneventfully. Janice, at 17, was fun
to have around and the apartment was certainly more alive for her
presence. On the fourth day of her stay however, that all
changed.
I had set a couple of simple rules for Janice while she was
visiting. There were to be no boys in the house while I wasn't
there, Janice would have to let me know where to reach her when
she was out in the evening and she had to be back no later than
eleven o'clock each nite.
Thursday night I returned home from work to find no Janice and no
note saying where she was. I was a little irritated but my
irritation turn to outright worry when she still wasn't home by
nine o'clock. At 9:15, Janice walked through the door as though
everything was wonderful. One look at my face and she realized
it was not.
"I though we had an arrangement about letting me know where you'd
be in the evening." I said.
Janice looked a little worried. "I'm sorry Aunt Sue, I was
studying at school and I must have forgot."
"Well I've been worried sick here Janice. I was just about to
call the police!" Janice's face turned pale as she realized how
upset I was. "What do your parents do with you when you don't
keep the ground rules?" I asked quietly.
"They p-p-punish me." quivered Janice.
"Well I'm going to do the same." I said. "Go to you room and get
ready for bed. I'll come and see you in your room in a few
minutes."
Janice was trembling slightly as she walked out of the living
room. I gave her about 10 minutes to think about it before
following her. On the way to the guest room, I picked up my
hairbrush from my vanity. Mary had told me that the girls
usually got spanked with a leather strap but I figured my brush
would do the job for this evening.
As I walked into Janice's room I caught my breath. I had
expected to see her in her usual nightclothes sitting on the bed
waiting for me but she was not. Instead, she was standing in the
very corner of the room facing away from me. Her nose was
pressed right into the corner. Janice had changed into a lacy
baby-doll nightgown that I hadn't seen before. Aside from that,
she wore nothing. Her hands were holding the nightgown tight,
high up her waist leaving her lower back and her buttocks
completely bare to my gaze.
My pussy seemed to clutch at the sight and I could feel myself
getting very slippery and very hot. I sat down on the end of the
bed and didn't say anything for a moment. I could see Janice was
also breathing quickly and I remembered that Mary had told me
that both older girls often got aroused at some point during
their punishments. I shook my head and tried to pull myself back
to the issue at hand.
"Alright Janice, come over here." I said. Janice turned and
walked right over to me. She stopped about two feet away and
waited. Her nightie was still being held up high on her waist
and her pussy was now in plain view. There was surprisingly
little hair covering her mons and what was there was pale blond
leaving a clear view of her puffy outer lips. Although Janice's
head was hanging down, I could see she was blushing furiously at
being so exposed to me like this for the first time. I started
to understand Mary's belief that embarrassment was an effective
and essential part of every punishment. The baby-doll was so
sheer that I could clearly see the outline of her nipples which
were both dark pink and very erect.
"Over my knee, Janice." I instructed. Janice was quick to do so,
relieved, perhaps that her pussy and breasts were now hidden from
view.
I felt her body rest over my knee and adjusted her slightly so
that her bottom was well placed. I could feel her breasts
hanging down against my nyloned left leg and the sensation made
me even hotter.
"Ok Janice, now why are you being punished?" I asked.
"Because I didn't follow instructions. I'm really sorry." she
answered.
"Alright, given it's your first infraction here, I'm just going
to give you a spanking," Janice seemed to uncoil with relief,
"but make no mistake. Your mother told me in great detail how
you're punished at home and I won't hesitate to punish you
'fully' if you don't follow my simple ground rules."
With that, I started spanking Janice with my hand. Alternating
from one pale buttock to the other. It was the first spanking I
had ever given! Janice's bottom was very pink and she was
squirming when I paused to pick up the hairbrush.
Without pause I rained a series of sharp smacks over the already
hot cheeks. Janice cried out again and again and her feet kicked
out like someone swimming the breast stroke as I completed the
punishment. With her kicking like that, I had a perfect view of
her nether regions from her light brown anus all the way to her
pink inner pussy lips that yawned open wetly every timed she
kicked.
After about fifteen spanks to each buttock I put the hairbrush
down. Janice was crying quietly as she hung, limp, over my lap.
I rested my hand on her buttocks that were now hot to the touch.
"Now, are you going to follow the rules?"
"Yes" replied Janice in a very contrite voice.
"Alright then, get back into the corner and think about why
you've been punished." I said
Janice shuffled back to the corner and hitched her nightie back
up her waist now displaying two bright red buttocks that
contrasted sharply with her brown tan line. I left the room very
hot myself. I gave Janice another ten minutes to compose herself
before I poked my head back into the room. I was happy and a
little thrilled that she was still waiting, submissively pressed
into the corner.
"Ok Janice, you can go to bed now."
A few minutes later there was a timid knock on my door. I had a
copy of your magazine open to one of the pages of a girl bent
over an older woman's lap with her buttocks all red from a
spanking. At the sound of the knock, I immediately stuffed it
under the covers. Then I pulled it back out and left it lying on
the bedspread as I answered, "Come in."
Janice walked into my bedroom now wearing the T-Shirt I usually
saw her wear to bed. "Aunt Sue, I just wanted to say I'm sorry
for what I did and that I know I deserved that spanking. I'll
try to be good for the rest of the time I'm here."
I stood up and gave her a big hug and told her I hoped she was
good for the rest of her stay too. As Janice turned to leave I
saw her catch a glimpse of the magazine on the bed and the
full-page picture that it was open to. Her eyes got a little
wider and I heard a tiny gasp before she left to go to bed.
I was so aroused that as soon as she had closed the door behind
her I was touching myself. It only took a few short minutes
before I was thrashing about in the hottest orgasm I could ever
remember.
For over a week Janice was a model guest but on the last Friday
night of her stay she broke the rules again, this time quite
seriously.
Janice had asked to borrow my car to go to a friend's to 'study'.
She promised to return by 11:00pm so I figured it wouldn't be a
problem. I got the number of her friend Barbara and went out on
my own to catch a movie. I was back at 10:00 and waited up for
Janice. She wasn't home at 11:00 and at 11:30 I called
Barbara's. Barbara's mother answered right away and said that
neither girl was there and if I found them to let her know right
away because Barbara was out past her curfew. Barbara's mother
volunteered that Barbara's behind was likely to suffer the
consequences as her father was upset at her being out late.
Apparently they had both gone to a party and had not left the
phone number.
It was close to 1:00am when Janice finally returned and by then I
was steamed. I was ready to put her over my knee right away for
a repeat performance of the previous week's punishment. I
figured I'd spank her completely nude this time and frankly I was
kind of looking forward to it. When Janice actually walked in
the door, however, I immediately changed my plans.
Janice was drunk, really drunk. Her words were slurred and she
stumbled as she walked. When she walked into the room, her eyes
went wide as she saw me.
I cut her off as she tried to explain. "Did you drive home?" I
asked. Janice nodded miserably. I ticked off the infractions on
my fingers as I listed them. "One, you lied to me. I called
Barbara's mother and found out that you weren't even there. Two,
you didn't let me know where you were. Three, you're late.
Four, you've been drinking and are obviously drunk. And five,
you've been driving while intoxicated which is, over course,
illegal
l!" Janice's head hung down in misery. She knew she was in
for it.
"Go to bed Janice. Sleep it off but make no mistake. Tomorrow
morning you're going to get punished properly for this
misbehaviour.
Janice stumbled down the corridor to her room and I started
thinking about what I'd do in the morning.
Saturday morning I was up early. By now my anger had dissipated
and all that was left was my excitement at the punishment Janice
had coming. I poked my head into her room but she was sound
asleep. I figured she wouldn't wake for at least two of hours.
I pulled on some sweats and jumped in the car. I had a couple
of purchases to make.
I was back in less than an hour and a quick check ensured that
Janice was still asleep. It was almost 11 o'clock when she
finally woke up. In her usual long T-Shirt, obviously somewhat
hung over, she shuffled down the corridor to the kitchen where I
was enjoying my second cup of coffee.
On seeing me Janice seemed to wake up a little. "I'm sorry about
last night Aunt Sue." she said
"So am I Janice but don't think that will get you out of the
punishment you have coming."
Janice gulped and blushed. "I guess I deserve it." she said
meekly.
"I certainly think so." I said, "Now get into the bathroom and
get showered and cleaned up. I'll expect to see you in the
corner of the living room in fifteen minutes naked as a jaybird.
"Yes Ma'am." said Janice as she scurried off to the bathroom.
It was just a little less than fifteen minutes later that I saw a
naked blond go past the kitchen door toward the living room. I
let her wait a few more minutes. When I walked into the living
room, Janice was standing in the corner as instructed. Her
pretty buttocks, accentuated by her dark tan lines were on
display.
I sat down on the chair in the middle of the room and had Janice
come over to me. She stood in front of me and, unasked, spread
her feet shoulder width apart and then clasped her hands behind
her head. Mary had told me about this position. I lectured her
for a couple of minutes while I drank in the view of Janice's
submissively offered body. Her breasts were pulled up and tight
to her chest but the dark pink nipples stuck way out betraying
her arousal. I knew the feeling. My own nipples were so hard
they ached.
I put the naked girl over my knee and started with a hairbrush
spanking. Janice was squirming by the time I was done. When I
stopped I kept her over my knee. Janice hung there, submissive
to whatever would happen next. "You know that you're going to be
'fully' punished?" I asked her.
"Yes Ma'am." she answered quietly.
I reached behind me and picked up the jar of vaseline I had
strategically placed there.
Janice gasped as I placed the jar of the small of her back. I'm
sure she knew exactly what it was. I dipped the forefinger of my
right hand deep into the jar and pulled it out covered in the
clear petroleum jelly. I reached over with my left hand and
gently rested it on Janice's hot buttocks. I rubbed up and down
for a moment and then, using the thumb and forefinger of my left
hand, I spread her cheeks wide open to reveal the light brown
crinkled opening. For a moment, I did nothing, letting the
tension build. Janice began clenching and releasing her anus,
letting it 'wink' at me despite herself. I brought my right
forefinger down and rested the tip, covered in the cool vaseline
on the center of her anus. Janice gasped at the sensation. I
left it there a moment. I then started pushing it in, slowly, as
far as I could reach.
I watched Janice's toes curl in as my finger pushed deep into her
rectum. Once it was all the way in, I held it there a moment
before twisting it slowly back and forth. Janice whimpered in
embarrassment. I pulled my finger all the way out and added more
vaseline before sliding it back in. I wanted to be sure that she
was completely lubricated.
Janice was trembling slightly as I finally pulled my finger out
her. From my vantage point I had a perfect view of all her
charms. I leaned over slightly and I could see that her teenage
pussy lips were swollen and puffy. They had spread apart
slightly and I could see the pink inner lips were completely
soaked. I was sure mine were the same.
I kept her buttocks spread as I reached back to grasp something
that had hitherto only been used on me.
Mary had explained that the humiliation of having her bottom
examined and spread open was often the most effective told in
keeping Janice in check.
I had retrieved a special rectal dildo from my own night table
that morning. The plastic device was not too large but it had an
odd shape, getting wider at the middle before narrowing down to a
small neck and then flaring out to a wide base. Once inserted,
the dildo acted as a rectal plug, unable to be pushed out or
pulled in. Janice's sphincter would try in vain to close on the
long narrow neck of the device. Mary had told me that had used a
similar device during punishments in the past.
Janice jumped a little as the tip of the cool plastic touched her
anus, still slick with the sheen of the petroleum jelly. I
nudged the tip into her and then started moving the plug in and
out in ever-lengthening strokes. Within moments Janice was
gasping with ever stroke. At each push, her knees would spread
wide.
As the thickest part spread her anal ring wide, she whimpered. I
held it there a moment, then pushed it home, letting her own
muscles pull the device deep into her. Janice's breathing was
short and shallow now at the various sensations running through
her.
Leaving the plug deep in her body, I now stood Janice up. Her
face was flushed with embarrassment partly, perhaps, because she
knew there was more to come.
Taking her by the arm, I walked the naked teen over to the back
of my leather couch. I had placed a couple of towels over the
back of the coach which was conveniently at hip height. I had
Janice bend over them to rest her head on the cushions. Her hips
were still a little high but spreading her feet wide apart
handled that.
The sight of Janice in this incredibly submissive position was
making me very hot. Her still-red buttocks were sticking way up
in the air with the base of the rectal plug poking up between
them. Walking around to the front, her blond hair was hanging
down to spread across the cushions. Her round breasts with their
hard nipples were pressed flat against the black leather couch.
"Now don't you move until you're given permission, young lady." I
instructed.
"Yes Ma'am" said Janice meekly.
I walked out of the room and into the bathroom to get the next
part of Janice's punishment ready.
"You know Sue, the thing that is most effective as a punishment
is a good old-fashioned enema." Mary had told me. "If we're
going to give one of the girls an enema, it's always after a good
hard spanking. We'll expose their bottoms, lubricate them
thoroughly and leave them in a tail up, head down position for
awhile to remind them of the trouble they've gotten themselves
into."
While on my errands that morning, I had stopped by the pharmacy.
There were several choices when it came to enema equipment.
Rather than the conventional bag and tube, I had chosen a douche
syringe. The nozzle had been longer and thicker than either the
regular nozzle or the rectal syringe.
I filled a basin with warm water and brought it and the douche
nozzle back to the living room. Janice was still bent over the
couch, her feet resting wide apart.
I set the basin down behind her and filled the bulb of the douche
with it. Then I reached up and grasped the end of the rectal
plug still lodged in Janice's pretty bottom. Before pulling it
from her, I couldn't resist twisting it through a full circle of
rotation. Janice gasped out loud as I did so. Very gently, I
pulled the rectal plug from her. Her anus closed slowly as it
left her, clenching as though missing the rear penetrator.
I reached down and picked up the douche syringe with my right
hand and covered the tip with yet more vaseline. As I had done
with the plastic dildo, I touched the tip to her tight anus then
slid the whole nozzle home. I saw that Janice was holding her
breath, waiting for what was sure to come next.
I squeezed the large bulb firmly, letting the water force its way
up deep into her bowels. I heard Janice moan and whimper in
abject humiliation as her most private area was flooded with
water. Again and again, I pulled the long nozzle from her and
refilled it only to reinsert its full length back, deep into her
rectum and insert more warm water.
By the time I was done, Janice had received almost 3 quarts of
water and was visibly uncomfortable. I pulled the nozzle from
her for the last time and picked the plug back up. Again, I
inserted the rectal plug, but with all the attention her bottom
had received, this time it slid in easily.
I stood up and took my time putting the basin back in the
bathroom and cleaning the douche syringe. When I got back to the
living room, Janice was squirming uncomfortably and moaning over
the couch. I sat down in a chair behind her and simply watched.
It was quite an incredible sight. Her bare bottom was sticking
up, her buttocks spread naturally wide open. The end of the
rectal plug was sticking up erotically between them. I watched
her bottom wriggling back and forth as the water that had been
inserted deep into her worked its way through her bowels.
Now I stood up and picked up the short leather strap I had found
that morning. The first strokes were light, but within a moment
or two, I was delivering short sharp smacks to each cheek.
Janice's buttocks had faded in color somewhat but the strap
brought back their blush with a vengeance. Within a minute,
Janice was crying outright as I burned her bottom with the strap.
As soon as it had started it was over. I put the strap down and
waited for a few moments for Janice to compose herself. Then I
had her stand up. I took her by the arm and led her to the
bathroom. She was able to walk only in short steps and her face
was completely flushed with embarrassment. Her face was wet with
her tears of the punishment. I wasn't sure if they were tears of
pain or embarrassment but I suppose it doesn't matter.
I placed Janice over the toilet and had her bend over. I reached
down and tugged the plug from her. She plopped down to the
toilet and started releasing the enema despite her humiliation at
doing so in front of me.
I left her alone to finish voiding the full enema. I was sitting
in the living room when Janice, returned and, without asking,
went back to the corner of the room to stand there.
I left here there another ten minutes before finally telling her
that the punishment was over.
Janice turned around and started back down to her room then she
turned and came back to me. Throwing her arms around my neck she
said, "I'm sorry for what I did and thank you for punishing me
Aunt Sue. I know I deserved it."
I hugged her back. "I hope it makes you remember to be a good
girl from now on Janice." I said.
"I won't forget this in a hurry she giggled."
"Alright I said, go and get dressed." I gave her a light tap on
the behind as she headed down the hall.
I headed down to my room myself. I closed the door behind me and
pulled my sweats off. The rectal plug that had filled Janice was
sitting on my nightstand next to the vaseline. I dipped the plug
deep into the vaseline and then bent over the bed on all fours.
I slipped my hands between my legs, one of them holding the plug.
I teased the tip against my anus then pushed, hard until I was as
full as Janice had just been. The sensation was almost too much
for me.
I reached up to my pussy with both hands. I was dripping wet.
With one hand I slid two fingers deep into my hot slit and with
the other, I started rubbing my hard clitoris. The most
incredible orgasm I've ever had hit me like a ton of bricks.
Mary and Bob were fascinated by my tale of Janice's punishment
and made me tell them every detail. I know one thing for sure,
I'm a definite convert to corporal punishment.
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