My name is Anna, and I am a French girl. I admit that I had a rather wild and for a while, almost undisciplined adolescence. In my late teens (I was seventeen) I bought some cannabis and sold some of it to a school friend. The school found out and to make matters worse, my mother worked there on the administrative staff. I was suspended from school because they regarded it as “dealing."
However, my mother sent me to my uncle who lived in the same town to be strapped. This was explained to me and I was told to go and get it over with. I was too scared and confused to disobey.
My uncle had been educated in England where he had been caned at school as an adolescent. He was disgusted with me and very angry.
To make matters worse, when I arrived at his house feeling very scared, I had to go to the toilet first. When he heard me finish in the toilet, he pulled the door open and dragged me out still with my panties around my knees. He made me strip naked for my beating, it was all so humiliating.
He held me down naked over a table in his house and whipped me with a thick belt like a razor strop. I took thirty-six very painful strokes on my bare bottom. It hurt terribly but it also excited me a lot and later at home, I took care of my feelings.
I began to realize that this sort of physical discipline, whilst very painful, was not unwelcome and was even exciting, within limits.
Eventually, they let me go back to school, but my mother was too submissive and could not get me under proper control. I continued to have problems.
My uncle’s strapping stopped me for a while, but soon I carried on smoking. I was nineteen when I got into serious debt with a drug dealer from whom I had bought cannabis and ecstasy. He threatened me with a serious beating with black eyes, broken teeth, etc., if I did not pay up.
Eventually, he offered that if I would perform oral sex on him, I would be let off; so in a mixture of fear and self-disgust, I did that to him.
I hated myself for it and I was scared because he would not wear protection. I had a check-up a few months later and thank God I was OK.
I thought of what was happening in my life; it was too scary. I had an urgent desire to get myself under control. I looked around for someone to confide in and to help sort me out. I have a much older uncle who married a younger lady called Marie who was about forty-five years old at the time.
She worked in our judicial system and I think she had some idea that I was watched by the authorities. I was known locally as being wild, although I had never been arrested by the law.
She and my uncle were repairing an old farmhouse to set it up as a ‘Gite’. They asked me if I could go with them one weekend to help out and that they would even pay a bit because they needed another pair of hands to help with the work.
They were washing the place out thoroughly before it got re-plastered and decorated. They needed help with it which included clearing undergrowth out of the courtyard in front of the old house.
My cousin had gone down to the village to buy a few things and I was on my own with Marie. We were sitting in the kitchen and Marie began to talk. She mentioned my earlier problems at school and asked if I was settling down and thinking about what to do with my life. I was silent for a few moments, and knowing that it would be at least half an hour before Jean-Paul was back,
I decided to confide in her. She seemed so self-assured and understanding to a young girl like me and I was very glad of the opportunity to confide in an adult at last.
I told Marie everything over about a quarter of an hour.
Marie looked a bit shocked at first, but she said, “You may not believe this, but I had similar if not so severe problems. I confided in a much older cousin who was in Merchant Shipping. I too was nineteen at the time. He offered me the opportunity to take a hard dose of the Martinet to ‘straighten me out.’
“He said I would be restrained for it but he would give me a safeword to use if it all got too much for me. I agreed to be punished because deep down I knew I could not carry on in the way I had in the past. I had been yearning for someone older whom I respected to do something to help me.
"He took me to his house and tied me to one of those trestles that carpenters and builders use to hold wood when they saw it. He beat me for ten minutes with the Martinet until I was red and raw.
“I howled and screamed but I managed not to use the safeword, I often wonder how. He left me there tied to this thing for about thirty minutes until I calmed down, and then he released me. I fled into the bathroom and washed my aching, burning bottom on the bidet.”
Marie continued, “When I came out about a half hour later, he was sitting in his living room with a glass of white wine poured for me. He had put a thick cushion into an easy chair for me and I sat down carefully. I went red when I realized he had planned all this and anticipated my reactions; he was a true man of the world.”
Marie paused for a moment then went on, “Then my cousin said, 'Marie, do you feel you have paid the price now?'”
Marie went on, "At first I could not speak, so I just nodded in agreement."
My cousin carried on, "If you feel the need for anything like this again, please let me know, I think this may have cured you of your wild behaviour for a while; but if it has not, let me know and we can try again with more vigour with a wooden cane next time.”
Marie continued. “I was shocked. The Martinet was bad enough. I could not imagine the searing pain of the caning of my soft white bottom which glowed and twitched after the Martinet as if it was alive, and my 'little sister' within me was in a state of high excitement. I finished my wine and he took me home in his car.
"I never paid him a return visit and dear Anna; you are the first person apart from Jean-Paul, I have told about it. Now, I can tell you one more thing. We brought you here this weekend not only to help us but to offer you correction and direction.
“I knew you had been strapped hard by your uncle because your mother spoke of it to us. She is so worried about you. I have not told your mother what Jean-Paul and I have in mind, but it is very isolated here and we could give you corporal punishment. You can freely yell and scream without the thought of anyone being able to hear you.
"We have a cane here, hidden, ready to use on you if you agree. But if you do not agree, we will take you home and leave you to struggle on as best you can.
“What we are offering you is a chance to sort yourself out and get a grip on your life. The physical pain in your bottom will remind you of the seriousness of your problems and may stiffen your resolve to straighten out your life. If you want to think about it for a while that’s fine. Jean-Paul will come back when I call him on his mobile. He left deliberately as we had planned so I could talk to you alone.”