Chapter One

 

My real name is Mary and I am twenty-one and a bit now, I live with my parents still, though that might soon be changing. I work as a secretary in a large legal firm and have had quite a sheltered upbringing. Well that's me, sweet, mostly innocent and desperate. Do not get me wrong, I have had a few boyfriends, but none of them came close to providing me with the one thing I really wanted. I suppose if you, the reader of this, my story are to understand my desires, and what I ended up doing to ensure that they occurred; I must start at the beginning and tell my tale in detail, so this is what happened and where my desires eventually took me. This is the tale of my journey into slavery, it all started with a desire on my part to be soundly spanked.

 

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I was eighteen, bored, away from school, and as on most days, I met up with a few friends in the local park. We sat around looking I suppose like so many other groups of teenagers; harmless and not doing anything besides killing an hour before returning home.

It was Lou who found the magazine and Lou that thought it funny enough to show to us. She had been to the loo (quite apt really), the magazine was in there discarded on the floor. She had picked it up, flicked through it and then hastily returned to show us her prize.

The magazine was one of those adult books the sort that dealt with (as I soon found out) the forum of spanking and female domination. Instantly, I touched the cover, a shock of electric desire exploded through me. When I opened it and saw the first picture of a girl, skirt up, being caned, the shock returned. Something about the picture excited my imagination. Anyway the magazine got passed around and laughed at, I watched my friends carefully trying to see if any of them reacted to its contents like I had. They didn't, which left me feeling confused but also determined to own that magazine, and to read it most carefully.

Time to go and I had the magazine held safely clutched in my fist, I offered to dispose of it and no one argued. Like hell I was going to dump it, I intended to read it from cover to cover seeking out an explanation for my reaction.

That night I lay in bed reading and studying the images. I know what they mean now when they laughingly say 'wanking can send you blind'. I nearly burned the pages with my intense study. That night I dreamed a montage of dreams, all with me being the victim and some stranger doing the disciplining of my bared and presented bottom. With hindsight I know that those dreams, and that magazine, were the starting point of a desire. One that would eat me up, until I finally obtained the position of subservience I desired, and clearly, I believed needed.

Six months before my twenty-first birthday, and having failed at every turn to get what I wanted from my boyfriends, I made the decision to act. I searched the Internet looking at adverts and images, until finally one particular screen grabbed my attention.

That screen was not a glossy expensive site, it was instead constructed of simple type, but to the point, and it offered a service that I desperately wanted. The ad said:

 

NAUGHTY BOYS AND GIRLS IN NEED OF DISCIPLINE

SHOULD CONTACT SIR.

 

I contacted Sir that night from my bedroom, Sir responded with a demand to know exactly what and why I felt I needed discipline. Something I had not expected but should have I suppose. I spent the rest of that night trying to come up with something that Sir might agree I deserved to be very soundly punished for, and guess what, I failed.

It was the next day at work that I got an idea; a member of the cleaning staff had been dismissed for pilfering. As the girls talked about it over lunch, I realized the confession I needed to make, well invent really. I have never stolen anything in my life, I am a good girl in reality, but one that wants to be punished and soundly thrashed. The dissection of my desires always leaves me feeling confused, why, I demanded of myself, do I so want someone to thrash me. To cane my bare bottom and make me feel like a pathetic naughty brat, preferably one getting exactly what she deserves. The answer eludes me, I have just had to accept that I want and need to be subjected and punished.

I E-Mailed Sir, stating that I was a thief, that I had stolen a magazine from my friends (and then just to add an extra reason for me being deserving of punishment) that I had lied to my friends as well. I confessed to sir that I told them I would dispose of it, but I had no intention of doing so, hence a lie of sorts.

 

Copy of my E-mail to Sir.

 

Sir,

I have to confess to you Sir that I am a thief; I stole a spanking/female domination magazine from a friend, and then I lied to all of my friends about it. I now feel so guilty that when I saw your advert, I decided that I had no other choice but to ask you Sir, if you would play judge, jury and executioner to me for my crimes. I am willing to accept any and all punishment decreed by you, if you will please agree to discipline me.

Carol.

 

As I have already told you my name is Mary, you may be wondering why I have signed my name as Carol. I am scared of being identified, so I decided to use another name for my disciplining by Sir. It also makes the prospect of what I had instigated for myself more exciting. The opportunity to become someone else, to sort of have an alter ego but one that can be made to suffer for my crimes as well felt quite arousing, so hence I signed myself as Carol.

Two weeks prior to my twenty-first birthday, I returned from a dull days work and found that Sir had sent me an E-mail, which I hastily opened. It was typical of every contact I have had so far from him - clear direct and to the point, with no hesitation or possibility of misunderstanding his intent.

 

Sir to Me E-Mail

 

Carol, I have considered your crimes and have decided that discipline is clearly deserved.

 

You will report to my front door (address provided) at 10am on the 17th. You will be dressed exactly as you were at the time of the offence.

 

I got to that point and thought 'Oh shit', I had been at school then so I would have been in full uniform. The thought of being back in my old school clothes, but at twenty-one years old came as quite a shock. I would also have to travel to his residence dressed that way, which was not local, and therefore meant using public transport. What if someone I know spotted me dressed in my uniform again. I considered finding somewhere to change into the uniform just prior to arriving at his home, but then I realized that he intends that my traveling would be a part of my punishment, a sort of humiliation to set the scene, I read on.

 

The financial cost of your discipline will be £500 pounds with twenty percent, £100 pounds being presented at the front door prior to entry. The balance in full to be in an envelope, which you will place upon entry where indicated.

 

£500 pounds was a hell of a lot money, nearly half a month of my earnings, and all for a sound spanking, but it was intended to be my special birthday present to myself. Therefore, if my savings took a hit, they took a hit. Much as I hoped to take a hit, I mean, well, lots of them really, five hundred pounds worth to be exact.

I had to look up train times and book tickets; I realized that ten in the morning at his house meant that I would be getting up early to go. Was I mad, I remember wondering, as I paid for my travel?

The next section had a heading, one that made me gasp, though why I could not tell you, but it did.

 

PUNISHABLE OFFENCES

1. Stealing a magazine

2. Lying.

3. Possession of stolen adult material.

4. Reading stolen adult material.

5. Manipulation of boyfriends without confession.

6. Any offence caused or liberty taken during punishment.

 

Six offences all neatly typed out so I understood exactly what I was letting myself in for. A little knot grew in my guts as I hit save and exited his message. I had made absolutely certain that I would arrive with plenty of time to spare when I had booked my tickets. It was only after I had booked them that I realized that I would be standing around for an hour or more dressed as a school girl, and in a strange city. All whilst waiting to go to Sir's to be soundly punished, he must have known that was what would happen, the crafty B......

The last lines of Sir's message had reverberated in my thoughts, it had said:

 

I will require of you an E-mail stating clearly that you give permission in full, and accept my decision as to the nature of your punishment, and its application to yourself.

 

I had better reply. I do not want him thinking me tardy or not really accepting of his authority; so I quickly compiled a reply giving him the permissions he required of me.

 

Copy Of Permission E-Mail Sent To Sir.

 

Sir, I accept any punishment that you consider to be deserved. I accept and give full permission for you to administer to me, as you see fit and in anyway, method or with any implement, any level of discipline you require of me. I accept totally that I have requested you to punish me, and give you full permission to deal with me as you see fit.

Carol.

 

I remember that I nearly signed the wrong name, but I realized prior to sending it to him thankfully. I push the send button and my acceptance and commitment had been set in place. There was no way to get out of my well earned (and much wanted) discipline now, bar simply not turning up. The remaining two weeks until I had to attend dragged, my twenty-first birthday passed and finally the morning of my discipline arrived.