Thirty-seven-year-old Angela was awake as usual at seven-thirty and was looking forward to her day shopping and meeting her friends at the restaurant at the mall. Before that, though, she had her meeting with Miss Strictwell.
As she threw the bedclothes off and swung her legs on to the floor and walked towards the bathroom she thought about her meeting which would be straight after breakfast. She knew to stay in her shorty nightdress which had a hem that only just covered her bottom. She also knew to remove her knickers because her bare bottom was going to be the focus of the meeting, or, rather, the need for her bare bottom to be severely caned.
Angela got more and more aroused as she washed her face and could even smile to herself at the thought of what would be done to her straight after breakfast. She remembered not to put her make-up on as that would just be a waste as her eyes were going to be pouring tears and so the make-up would only run and all have to be re-done before going out. She did brush her shoulder-length light brown hair and couldn’t resist, as normal before a caning, running her finger along her already damp pussy lips and putting her finger in her mouth and licking off her cum.
Breakfast was her normal small plate of cereal and a cup of coffee which always set her up for the day. Then, as she washed up and put her breakfast things away she took a deep breath, and then made her way back upstairs to the spare bedroom, where Miss Strictwell was waiting for her.
Feeling tense but increasingly aroused Angela walked across the hall to the spare bedroom door, took another deep breath, opened the door, walked in, and closed the door behind herself. She then went over to Miss Strickland and pressed the start button. A digital voice said in a very strict tone, “You have been a very naughty girl, again, haven’t you, young lady.”
Angela winced at the reference to being a young lady, but that always reminded her of her days at sixth form college when her fantasy to be caned started. However, she was already aroused as she replied, “Yes, Miss Strictwell, sorry.”
Loving being submissive, Angela looked at the spanking machine and already had flutters flying around her vagina. She had fantasised for so long about being spanked but had never found anyone to deal with her. Then she saw Miss Strictwell advertised. A spanking paddling caning machine with an interactive interface that could be set so she was scolded first before being disciplined. Angela enjoyed being told off as she pictured one of her old teachers at sixth form college, Miss Johnson, who had the same strict tone of voice, or, rather, Angela had set the tone of voice closest to Miss Johnson’s.
Miss Strictwell then reminded Angela of the reason for today’s punishment and what she was going to get. In the same strict tone of voice, Miss Strictwell explained, “You failed to do your homework twice this week and got a double detention. That means you need to get twelve strokes of the cane, young lady.”
As it was the usual punishment at college to be caned for a double detention, Angela naturally saw that as the perfect reason to be caned. She remembered when at sixth form college she was told by Miss Johnson twice in the same week that she got a detention and knew that would mean the cane. However, when the head prefect came into the classroom and read out the names of those in detention hers wasn’t on the list. She knew she had to ask just in case her name had been missed by the head prefect, but when she did she confirmed her name wasn’t on the list. Angela glanced at Miss Johnson who looked away and smiled as though she knew she hadn’t put her down for either detention. However, Angela felt she had missed out on the experience of being caned and her fantasy started.
Angela still had to face a full telling off from Miss Strictwell which made her feel so delightfully naughty. Then came the instruction, “Go to the caning table, bare your bottom, and bend over.”
Doing as she was told, Angela went and stood in front of the caning table and looked down at the tabletop that she would be bending over, and to the side saw the cane she had yesterday attached to the whipping arm. She then positioned herself in front of the table making sure her thighs were inside the leather-covered metal clasps that would secure her legs, and, bending over, stretched her arms to the far end making sure her wrists were inside the leather-covered metal clasps that would secure her arms. Her shorty nightdress rose above her waist without her doing anything so she knew her bare bottom was going to be beautifully presented to be caned.
The button to secure the clasps and to start the whipping arm was next to her left hand. She pressed it and the metal clasps tightened around her wrists and thighs. She loved to be secured in place for her caning as it passed control over to Miss Strictwell, just as she would have passed control over to Miss Morris, her headmistress at sixth form college. Of course, in case anything went wrong Angela set the safety feature, like a safe word, which was that the machine would stop and the clasps automatically undo at a pre-set number of strokes. Angela set that at twenty-four but could make it any number up to forty-eight.
Today, Angela set the machine at twelve strokes at level eight, with the severest judicial caning severity being level ten. This way Angela knew the welts would be nicely raised and so sexy to feel afterwards.
Now secured, and with more intense flutters flying around her vagina, Angela heard Miss Strictwell say in her stern tone, “I will start your caning now, young lady.”