My name is Amanda Johnson I am twenty-five years old, I finally left full-time education this summer. I had barely passed my business studies degree and like many students, my finances are in poor shape. After a nervous few months, I secured a job in IT Security Sales. The problem was that the position was in Poole, Dorset, I live in the West Midlands. As I had attended University in my hometown this would be my first time stepping out on my own.
My Mother used to work with someone who lived in Dorset and found that her friend’s daughter lived alone and had a large house in an affluent area of Poole. This house had a self-contained flat in an annex. After a bit of persuasion, I was offered this annex at a reasonable rent for a six-month period.
I travelled to Poole in the first week of August and met Anita for the first time. She was in her mid-thirties, tall, and very striking. She was self-assured, and her house was fantastic. She worked for an American bank and was responsible for their Middle East Investments. I soon discovered she was a very driven person and worked long hours and judging by the house got high rewards. She did not seem to have much of a social life she did have a few callers who came and stayed for an hour and left. She was however the image of a high-performing successful businesswoman. I was quite in awe of her and would love to be as successful as she obviously was.
The annex was attached to the main house and although there was a connecting door we agreed this would be kept locked. So, I had my own front door for the first time in my life, it all felt very exciting.
I spent that weekend looking around the town and all too soon Monday brought the first day in the new job. Everything was good for the first few weeks before it all started to go wrong. I fell in with the wrong crowd and spent too much of my time partying and living beyond my means. My new friend Shelia never seemed to have any money and I seemed to always be paying for drinks and tickets for the events we attended. Things came to a head when she asked to borrow £1000 until Monday, I reluctantly agreed. By Monday she had disappeared along with my money. That money was going to pay the rent.
In a panic, I knocked on Anita’s front door and asked if I could talk to her. She showed me into her lounge and after getting coffees I explained.
“I cannot pay the rent this month, I am so very sorry.”
Anita looked closely at me. “You knew the rent is due on the first of the month, why can you not pay?” She remained calm but there was a steely edge to her voice.
“I lent some money to a friend, and she has disappeared.”
"You have no other money?”
“No,” at this point it all came out. I started crying and told Anita about the fact I had maxed out all my credit cards, my overdraft was at its limit, my boss was concerned about my performance at work, and that my so-called friends had let me down.
Anita listened and said. “I have also been worried about you. You are out all the time, I looked into the annex the other day and it is a tip. I am disappointed in you.”
I was ashamed at her disappointment, and I knew she had every right to feel the way she did.
“Do you want to get yourself back on track?” Anita asked. She looked at me and it seemed to me she could see into my soul.
“Yes, I am in a total mess, and I don’t know what to do for the best.”
“You need structure and discipline.” This was the first time I had heard her use the word discipline and it did not register. Very soon it would have a whole new meaning in my life. “I will give you a very stark choice, you accept my help in putting you back on the right track. That means we work together to come up with a plan and you will stick to it. Or I am afraid I will have to ask you to vacate the annex by the weekend.”
“Please I want to stay.”
“So, you accept you need structure and discipline?”
“Yes, please I look at your success and I would love to be more like you.”
“We are going to meet every Thursday evening for a reckoning, which means we will look back at the last week and set goals for the next week. Shortcomings will have consequences. Are you still happy?”
“What do you mean by consequences?”
“I mean corporal punishment; I am a very firm believer in its merits.”
“You mean to spank me?”
“Spank you yes, more often I mean to cane you.”
I stared at her open-mouthed. I had never been spanked and certainly never caned. There was however just a small part of me that was curious, and I was ashamed to admit a little excited.
“You have managed to get yourself in a complete mess, your life appears to be going nowhere but downhill and I am offering you a way to get everything on track. I am not a sadist, but I do believe that corporal punishment is an effective way of bringing about change. I was bought up in a strict regime I owe a lot of my success today to being able to live a disciplined life.”
I sat for what seemed a long time contemplating what I had just been told, I did want to get back on track and was ashamed of the situation I was in. I was also scared of submitting myself to the cane. However, there was still the excitement lurking behind the fear.
“Well do you accept my terms?”
"Yes, I do, but I am very scared.”
“That is a good place to start, it will help you to focus on getting everything back together. On Thursday come over a seven o’clock. We will talk about your finances, your goals, and how you are going to improve. I would also warn you to expect your first punishment on Friday evening.”
On Thursday I was shown into the dining room. We sat side by side at the table and went through my finances in detail. We agreed on a plan to get things back in order. We also agreed I should start to get fitter as I was putting weight on. I would also keep the annex tidy and that it would be inspected regularly. We discussed my job and what was needed to make it a success. As we would be talking on a far more regular basis, we agreed the connecting door would be left unlocked. After two hours I was feeling much happier I could finally see a light at the end of the tunnel if was still a long tunnel but there was a way forward.
“So, you agree that we have a plan?”
“Yes, thank you so much, Anita.”
“You may not thank me tomorrow. I propose to give you six strokes of the cane tomorrow evening. This is less than a usual punishment, but you will then know what to expect.”
Although I had been expecting something like this it was still a shock. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“I want you dressed for bed at seven o’clock tomorrow evening. I will see you in your bedroom and I expect you to take your punishment well. After my visit, you will want to go to bed for the night, although you will probably sleep on your stomach. I will see you tomorrow.”
Although terrified there was a twinge in my pussy when she said this. We said good night and I was left to worry about tomorrow.
All the next day my mind was in turmoil. What was it going to be like? Would I be able to stand it? Along with many other thoughts. Also, there was excitement, it was hidden but definitely there. That evening I had a bath and dressed for bed. I chose my winter nightie that was both very long and made of thick material, in addition, I wore my biggest panties. I was not certain they would make any difference but it was worth trying. By six-fifty I was sitting on my bed awaiting my fate. It seemed like a long ten minutes, but all too soon I heard the connecting door open and Anita entered my room. She was dressed formally and in her hand was a cane. I had never seen one close up before and I could not take my eyes off it.
“Are you ready?” She was straight down to business.
“I think so, yes.”
“Then place all four of your pillows in the middle of the bed and lay yourself over them bottom uppermost.”
I did as I had been requested.
“Right pull your nightie up.”
This was it. I have a shapely body, my boobs are full and I do have a broad bottom, but I like to think it is shapely. I am not going to win any beauty contests, but I am comfortable with myself. I got into the position requested. My bottom shapely or otherwise felt very vulnerable when laid over the pillows. It also felt very large.
“Do you normally wear knickers to bed?”
“No,” I replied.
“Then why are you wearing them now? Are you trying to avoid your punishment?”
“I thought it would be ok.”
“I asked you to be dressed for bed. You disobeyed. Take them off, you will now receive an extra stroke.”
I stood and took off my knickers and put them on the floor.
“You should get an extra stroke for dropping your clothes on the floor, you need to be tidier. I will overlook it this time. Back over the pillows.”
I could not believe she even thought of punishing me more for putting my knickers on the floor.
I got back into position bottom uppermost.
“Legs wide apart.”
I opened my legs. In this position there was nothing hidden, my pussy and all my charms were visible to Anita. Five minutes ago this woman had never seen me naked and here I was spread-eagled before her gaze.
“Right seven strokes, I will give you four from this side of the bed and three from the opposite side. Keep your bottom always pushed up, I also like to punish a relaxed bottom. No unnecessary noise and do not protect your bottom with your hands. Is that clear?”