Pantied Part 7- The Naming Ceremony

The ring ceremony and aftermath further cemented our roles. J. was even more confident and commanding and i was even more willingly submissive. i loved that warm, weakening wash of pure submission that came over me when She asserted Herself.  She could make me feel as weak as a kitten with just a word or a look. After all, we both knew who was the stronger personality. The following Monday, i could barely concentrate at work. i kept reliving the intense emotions and sensations of our special week-end. The moonlit walk on the beach, the sensual feel of the lingerie on my flushed skin, the leather sting and burn of the paddle, and the power and fierceness of Her love-making. But most of all, i relived my feelings of surrender as She so effortlessly dominated me. That was the most important and erotic thing for me- the way i felt as She put me across Her knee, the way i felt as She pulled down my panties and spanked me, the way i felt as She spread my legs and took me as Her 'wife'. It all felt so natural and inevitable to me; this is my role and this is how it should be. i could hardly wait to get home and serve Her in any way She wished! i met Her at the door in my pink lingerie, complete with bulging panties. From the look on Her face, She had been reliving the week-end, too. Wordlessly, She put Her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. i kissed each toe of Her pumps, then remained kneeling, head bowed, at Her feet. i could feel the power radiating from Her, overwhelming me again. She gave me Her hand to kiss, then, grasping my ear, lifted me to my feet and led me upstairs to the guest bedroom where She stored Her old clothing. She pressed me into the corner behind the door as She collected things from the closet, put them on the bed behind me, then led me by my ear over to the bed. She sat down and dragged me across Her lap, my face on the small pile of clothing and shoes She had taken from the closet. 'I can't have you running around my house in your underwear, now can I?' She said, pressing my face into the feminine clothing. 'No, Ma'am,' i answered quickly. Her heavy hand started to smack against my bottom, stinging even through the slip and panties. i wriggled against the gabardine of Her skirt, my erection obvious against Her warm thigh.
'What a naughty little wife you are', She said mockingly, lifting my slip and sliding down my panties. ' And what a pretty little bottom you have, so soft and white.' Her hand stroked and kneaded each cheek in turn and I sighed my surrender. 'But it won't be white for long, will it, you naughty girl?'
Smack- Smack- Smack- Smack.
Her hand rose and fell repeatedly, stinging first one cheek then the other.
'No, Ma'am,' i murmured, 'Thank You, Ma'am.'
'Naughty little wives like you deserve red bottoms, don't they? And that's just what you're going to get, young lady! A very red and a very, very sore bottom!'
Smack-Smack-Smack-Smack-Smack
My legs kicked involuntarily as the spanking intensified- harder and faster, concentrating on one sore spot at a time, until my erection had disappeared and i was frantically promising to behave.
"Please, Mistress, i'll be good, i'll be good, i promise, i promise!'
Smack-Smack-Smack-Smack-Smack-Smack
"You will do what I say when I say it, do you understand me?" She said, Her voice calm and reasonable, 'I am going to turn you into the best -SMACK- most obedient- SMACK- little wife -SMACK- any woman could want!'
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK
I squealed and moaned like a girl, wriggling across Her lap. I was crying now, tears trickling across my face, but i didn't care- it felt right to cry, to submit so completely to Her. Spankings are always so very much more painful than you think they are going to be. i was so glad it was just Her hand and not the hairbrush! She paused to caress my hot bottom, whispering that She loved me but that i needed this discipline badly. Turning towards Her, i nodded tearfully and thanked Her for spanking me, meaning every word. She smiled and began spanking again, Her hand again forcing my face into the scented (Her scent) pile of clothing. i submitted willingly now, raising my bottom for each loving smack. It hurt so much, but i knew i needed this. I would be a good 'girl', i would be a good 'wife', i would do everything in my power to please Her.
'I've decided you need a pretty feminine name to go with your new role', She announced brightly.
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK
'Your new name will be Susanne, Susie for short. Pretty, don't you think?'
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK
'What's your name?'
SMACK- SMACK -SMACK- SMACK
'My name is Susie, Ma'am', i whispered.
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK
'Louder, Susie, I can't hear you. Say it with every spank . What's your name?'
SMACK- 'Susie, Ma'am'
SMACK- 'Susie'. SMACK- 'Susie'. SMACK- 'Susie'. SMACK-'Susie'
"That's much better. Now raise your bottom nice and perky for me. Show me how much you appreciate your bottom-warming, Susie."
The spanking went on and on and on until, finally satisfied, She pushed me off Her lap to the floor and offered me Her hand to kiss. i did so gratefully, then i looked up lovingly into Her face and took the tip of Her finger into my mouth and sucked on it gently. She smiled with delight, brushed my hair away from my face and said, 'How sweet! That's my good little wife. See how much better behaved you are with a red bottom, Susie? I think you are learning your proper place very well. I am pleased with you.' Unzipping Her skirt, She turned and offered me Her pantied bottom, 'Now you may thank me properly for your spanking.' My lips covered Her lovely bottom with eager kisses, Her musky scent intoxicating me. i traced Her stocking tops with the tip of my tongue, reveling in the soft texture of Her pale thighs. She moaned and grasped my hair with both hands, pulling me firmly against Her. i nibbled the lacy hem of Her scarlet panties then slipped my tongue down, down to the darkly moist spot at Her centre. A firm lick and soft flicker rewarded me with a deep moan. She ground Her hips back at me forcing my face into Her cleft, yanking hard on my hair. My hands caressed Her silky stockings and i groaned with my own pleasure as my hot, throbbing bottom rolled and pumped futilely. Noticing, She laughed 'Well Susie, what a shameless little 'girl' you are. Imagine that, my 'wife' is a slut!' She stepped out of Her panties and, kneeling on the edge of the bed said 'Well then, slut, please me. I want that pink little tongue of yours right inside my rosebud. You know you want to.' And She was right, of course, i wanted the incredible humiliation with every part of my being. How better to show my abject submission than to kneel there in my pretty, pretty lingerie with my panties pulled down and my freshly spanked bottom glowing, worshipping Her in this most degrading and humiliating way. After all, i WAS Her 'wife', Her 'maid', Her 'naughty girl', Her 'slut'. This is where i belonged, on my knees, worshipping Her, thrusting my submissive little tongue deep into Her rich, musky core. She growled and pumped, grinding and bucking against my tear-streaked face. 'That's it my little slut. Faster, deeper, deeper. Oh yes, oh yes, worship me, worship me. I own you, i own you!' Opening, opening, then spasming around my eager tongue. She screamed Her triumph, Her conquest as Her juices flooded down my chin, mingling with my tears. Giving myself to Her, giving Her so much pleasure was it's own reward. We lay gasping together for long minutes- She on the bed, me on the floor at Her feet. Then, smiling sweetly, She pulled me up onto the bed and held me to Her wordlessly, my head on Her shoulder, Her hands caressing my soft, sore bottom.
Many blissful moments later, She smiled as She 'asked' me to get dressed in the clothes She had chosen. She watched amused as i struggled into the soft blouse, tight knee-length skirt, and even tighter sling-back heels. 'Much better, Susie,' She laughed. 'If you're going to be my 'wife', I want you properly dressed, not parading around the house like a common slut!' i am sure my face was as red as my bottom.
She clipped on a pair of earrings and a necklace, then ordered me downstairs to cook Her dinner. i stumbled gingerly down the stairs and tottered around the kitchen precariously, the tight grey skirt forcing me to take mincing little steps. She tied a frilly white apron around my waist and patted my bottom, 'That's my good girl' She murmured in my ear. i cooked dinner in a sensual haze, my nylons whispering as my thighs brushed together, my garters tugging at my stocking tops, my silky panties cupping me so firmly. i managed to finish cooking without falling over and served Her at the table with a curtsey. She rewarded me with a small smile and motioned for me to sit at the other end of the table. ' Mmmm, this is delicious, darling. What a good little 'wife' you're becoming.' i ate my dinner quietly, feeling very embarrassed but elated at the same time. Now there was no doubt at all about my role, and i loved it. i squirmed slightly in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position, my bottom still tender. Looking up, She smiled slightly and raised Her glass, 'To my sweet sore-bottomed Susiegirl.' Blushing, i murmured 'Thank You, Mistress. For everything.'
As i washed and dried the dishes, She read a book calmly in the living room, sipping Her wine. She looked so regal, so full of Her feminine power that i was dying for Her to take me upstairs and do me properly, to take me as Her 'wife'. i squeezed my thighs together and pressed my belly against the counter-top, my breathing shallow and ragged. My sore bottom throbbed inside that tight skirt, aching so much for Her touch again.

Have you been a naughty gurl, trissy?

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Prima Donna

Why is everything always in the bottom drawer?

Why is everything always in the bottom drawer?
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Pantied Part 6- Mistress J. Takes A Wife

Once we had started down the D/s path, we just got more and more involved, it was like an addiction. J. had me open a P.O. box and order books and magazines on femdom, bondage, and corporal punishment. This was in a fairly small, conservative town, so i got some pretty embarrassing looks and comments from the lady who ran the place. i usually skimmed through them sitting in the car then drove off with a hard-on. Knowing that we weren't so unusual and ' perverted' was liberating, we were like kids in a candy shop, so many delicious ideas to try! My natural submissiveness and Her natural dominance came more and more to the surface, especially in private. She drew up a 'legal' document detailing our roles and obligations- basically i was Her maidservant/'traditional wife'. i turned my pay over to Her, and She clothed, fed, and housed me plus gave me a small allowance. i cooked, cleaned, laundered and above all, worshipped Her. i had to keep myself fit, attractive at all times, dress as She saw fit, and completely shaved (no more team sports for me; i took up cycling instead.)

We went out for a romantic dinner at an expensive beach-front restaurant to mark the occasion. We both signed the agreement at the table, then She surprised me with a simple silver ring, inscribed simply "J's" on the inner surface. She looked into my eyes as She slipped it onto my finger and smiled,slow and warm. We both knew i was Her's.

After dinner, we danced for awhile, slow and sensuous, Her lips brushing my ear, Her hips pressing against mine. I felt as if i were melting.

As we left the restaurant, She took my hand and led me down to the beach walkway. We strolled hand in hand wordlessly until we were almost out of sight of the restaurant's lights. The only light was the tropical moon, the only sound the steady heartbeat of the waves. i knelt and presented Her with a present to mark the occasion- a small brown leather paddle i had sent away for. Small enough to fit in Her purse, large enough to make me dance. She kissed me deeply and insistently, Her tongue penetrating to my soul.

We hurried back to the car and She gave me Her present to me. She started the Jaguar,and as She drove us home, i unwrapped a lovely short ivory silk chemise with matching panties, lightly perfumed. i pressed them to my face and inhaled deeply. Then, to my horror and delight, She told me to put them on in the car.

Luckily, it was dark and the road home was always empty. i struggled out of my clothes and into the lingerie- i felt so sexy and naughty, the silk caressing my body. Her hand slid up my thigh and rested full of unspoken promise on my pantied crotch. Slowing, She turned off into a small lakeside picnic area, well away from the road and stopped. i was shaking as She bent me across the trunk of the car and used Her paddle for the first time, thoroughly heating up my pantie-covered bottom. She paused to caress my burning cheeks, then lowered my new panties and proceeded to paddle my bare bottom until it was red enough to please Her. Please don't let anyone see me like this, i prayed, as i squirmed across the trunk.

"What a thoughtful present", She finally exclaimed, offering me the warm leather to kiss. i thanked Her gratefully for my present and for my first spanking as Her 'wife'. "You're very welcome, darling", She said, "the first of many, I'm sure. You are so much sweeter with a sore bottom!"

i rode the rest of the way home with my new panties around my knees, praying there would be no police roadblocks. The leather seat felt cool against my hot skin; it felt wonderful to be so owned.

Upstairs in Her bedroom, the paddle was used again as i lay squirming across Her lap. In the dressing table mirror, i could see my white and red bottom pumping up and down in time to the flat crack of the paddle. Her face was unforgettable- so powerful and loving at the same time.

Finally it was over. i lay weak across Her lap as She gently rubbed cream onto my hot, reddened skin. She told me how proud She was of my obedience and submission, then gently rolled me onto my back and mounted me. She looked so regal, like a goddess, as She rose above me. Her soft black nightie engulfed my face as She lowered Herself onto my waiting lips. We both knew i was in my proper place- beneath Her. She had asserted Her dominance with the paddle and the panties, now it was Her right to take Her pleasure. i slept very well that night- frustrated but exhausted!

The sun was streaming in the window as i woke to find Her above me, lifting my nightie, pulling down my panties. i sprang to attention and She took me into Her, sighing as She engulfed me- She looked so beautiful. She lowered Herself until She was lying on top of me, straddling me. Then Her legs forced mine apart and She started to make love to me- completing the role reversal. i wrapped my legs around Her as Her tongue filled my mouth. My silk panties hung from one ankle like a flag of surrender, waving as She pounded me into the mattress. The headboard banged against the wall and the springs squeaked and groaned as She took me. i was completely Hers and i loved it. This wonderful Woman had chosen me to be Hers.

After The Spanking Is Over

Well, trissy, you naughty gurl, what are you waiting for? Stop your snivelling and get down on your knees!
That's much better; now pull My panties down with your teeth.
All the way down. Mmmm, good gurl.
You may kiss My feet softly and gently- show Me how grateful you are. That's right, lick between my toes. Do you like the taste, sweetie? Of course you do! You're such a good gurl, aren't you? Would you like to taste my scented panties? That's right, baby, get them right in your greedy little mouth and suck all My tasty juices out. Oooh, I love it when you moan like that! So sweet and gurlie!
Now you may kneel up and thank Me properly for your spanking. You know how wet I get when I spank your naughty little gurlie bottom. Run your tongue along the tops of my stockings- slowly, slowly. Now the other one. That's a good gurl. What a pretty little lady's maid you make. I can see you were born to serve. Now lift the hem of your dress so I can see your sore little bottom- that's much better. You look so cute with your frilly panties pulled down at the back like that. And what pretty red marks our new leather paddle leaves! It certainly makes you wriggle and squeal in the most delicious way when ">I'm spanking you across my lap.
Speaking of delicious, I have a very special treat for you today. Since you took your punishment like such a good gurl, I'm going to allow you to worship my lovely, tasty bottom!
Let Me clip this leash onto your collar. There, that's better. Now I can really control My little lezziegurl, can't I?
That's right, kiss my bottom all over- show me how much you love Me. I want to see your lipstick traces everywhere- and I do mean everywhere!
That's right-long, soft licks. Oooh, that feels SO good! Swirl around Your Mistress' rosebud with that sweet little tongue. Show Me how much you adore your new owner- because I do own you, don't I? You are My slave-gurl now, aren't you? Oh, yes! Such an obedient little slut. Now I want you to stroke my pussy while you lick my ass. Mmm, this is what I call multi-tasking!
Your clittie is all swollen inside those sissy panties, isn't it? You may stroke it through those silky panties with your other hand- but just use two fingers like I trained you to. Up and down, up and down- so ladylike! I love your pink nailpolish, by the way- so gurlie! Maybe I'll let you cum like a gurl in your pretty panties. Maybe I'll make you wear your wet panties all day, just like a gurl! Wouldn't that be nice, sissygurl? Oh, yes- stroke that clittie for me, harder, harder!
Now make your tongue hard like a little pink cock and push it right into my bottomhole. Oh, yes, that is so good. In and out, deeper, deeper! Faster, faster! Come on, slutgurl, make Me cum, make Me cum!
Yes! Yes! YES!! OOOOH YESSS!

Sissygurl Secretary

9-5 Just Isn't Long Enough!

Working as a Mistress' secretary is a definite favorite of mine.

i love:

• the way my short, tight skirt rides up my stockinged legs, revealing a saucy glimpse of my lacy slip

• the way my bra straps dig in to my shoulders leaving a thin pink mark

• the intrusive thrust of my training plug as i shift on the hard chair seat

• the mounting discomfort of sitting on last night's spanking

• bending slowly across Her desk and lifting my skirt for correction with Her wooden ruler

• doing my gurly little spankie-dance as the ruler rises and falls

• kissing the ruler before and after my correction

• standing in my sissy corner with my panties around my thighs and holding my skirt up so that She can see my red bottom

• kneeling under Her desk afterwards, with Her hands in my hair and my lips on Her satin

...and, if i've been a really good little secretary, bending over the back of the leather armchair with my panties around my ankles and submitting to Her in the most feminine way possible- wiggling my freshly-spanked ass as She takes me firmly and deeply.

Surrender

Surrender is so very sweet

I'm so proud of you, trissy. You took your caning very well this time.
I do enjoy those girly squeals and that delicious bottom wiggle you do. How sweet.
And that dress is just adorable on you.
Let me kiss away those tears. Mmmm, your lips are so soft. Don't you just adore lipstick kisses?
That's right, trissy, open for me. Softly, softly. Surrender to your Mistress.
Let me stroke those lovely cane marks. Mmm, good gurl. Does that feel better?
Now run along to your bedroom and wait for me. I've got something upstairs that will make you feel much, much better. A little reward for being such a good girl!

Pantied Part 5- A Perfect Beach

It was such a beautiful summer's day, perfect beach weather. i packed a light lunch and a bottle of chardonnay in the cooler and we headed for the closest beach, about a forty minute drive away. J. Looked beautiful in Her black two-piece bathing suit and floral silky wrap, Her hand light and warm on my leg as i drove.
At the beach, i parked at the far end of the rough car park and unloaded the cooler, blanket, low beach chair, and umbrella. As usual, there were only a few cars and the 'crowd' was clustered in the first few yards of beach- beyond the sand stretched in an arc for miles. J. told me to keep walking- easy for Her to say, i was carrying everything except one small bag. After about 50 yards, i asked Her if we should stop. She said 'I intend to discipline you later. Do you really want to be spanked in front of these people?' Needless to say, i kept walking, only stopping about 400 yards later when J. told me to set-up the blanket and umbrella in the low dunes near a shade tree.
She stripped me down to my Speedo and told me to rub suntan lotion on Her back and legs. i curled up in the sun at Her feet as She sat reading and sipping wine in the shade. After a while, She stripped off her wrap, took my hand and we ran across the sand into the sea. We played in the low waves, the water warm and relaxing. Far down the beach, the other people looked tiny and insignificant. We stood waist deep in the surf and kissed deeply. She aggressive and demanding, me compliant and yielding with my hands at my sides, as She had taught me. With one hand at the back of my neck and the other inside the back of my Speedo grasping my butt, She controlled me and i was Her willing slave.
She led me back up the beach to the blanket, my legs were weak and rubbery. Pushing me down onto my back, She put on Her wrap, stepped out of Her bikini bottom and straddled my waist. i was as hard as a rock, of course, and She sat back and rubbed Her crotch against my bulging swimsuit, pinning my wrists with Her hands. Smiling down at me, She told me that if i pleased Her, maybe i would escape being spanked here at the beach. She leaned forward, shrugged out of Her bikini bra and offered first one breast, then the other to my eager lips, grinding Her pussy against my trapped erection. i was in heaven, sucking and nibbling Her swollen raspberry nipples. Her eyes were invisible behind Her sunglasses, but there was a smile on Her lips.
Soon She slid up my body, pinning my arms with Her knees. She grabbed my long wet hair with one red-nailed hand and lowered Herself slowly onto my mouth. i licked gently at the salty, sea-wet flesh at the top of Her thighs, my tongue tracing circles closer and closer to Her labia. She arched Her head back and groaned, then lowered Her pussy firmly onto my waiting lips. i licked and flickered my tongue up and down Her outer lips as She ground Her hips harder and harder, pumping up and down. i slid my tongue inside Her, then flicked at the hard button of Her clit.

Then suddenly She was gone- but only for seconds. She spun around on my body, then lowered Her gorgeous, womanly bottom onto my face. 'Come on, darling, lick my ass. You know that's where you belong.' She hissed, grasping my cock painfully, digging Her long nails in hard. i thrust my tongue at Her sweet, salty ass like a small pink cock. i could hear Her other hand rubbing Her wet pussy as She ground down onto my desperate to please mouth. i forced my tongue as deep as i could into Her bottom as She squirmed and pumped. 'Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes!!' She groaned as She came to a shuddering climax. Her sweet rosebud pulsated around my tongue; gripping and relaxing in waves- my chin was wet with Her juices as She collapsed over me. We lay like that for minutes but i could have stayed there forever.
'Not bad, darling,' She said finally, 'But I am still going to spank you later.' A few long minutes later i got my promised spanking. No reason was given other than that She loved spanking my 'sweet round bottom'. Of course, She really needed no reason.
She told me to lie face down on the blanket over Her canvas bag of towels, pull the back of my swimsuit down and wait until She was ready. i lay there in the sun praying that nobody would walk by. Of course, a few minutes later i saw a couple stroll by several yards away, down by the water. J. picked up Her flat leather sandal and whacked my upraised bottom twice. i prayed the sound of the surf drowned out the crack of the sandal, but i dared not look up! She laughed and told me that they looked over, looked away quickly, then turned back- i hoped so. She waited until they walked back up the beach, then straddled my back facing my bottom and went to work with the sandal. Harder and harder She smacked, until i was grasping the blanket with both hands. i bit down on the wool blanket to muffle my cries. Over and over She smacked. Faster and faster until my legs were kicking frantically and i was rolling from side to side under Her.
Finally She stopped, placed the sandal on my back, and ordered me to remain in that position. She walked down into the sea and washed off (my mouth was still deliciously sticky with Her juices), then came back to the blanket. She knelt beside me to check Her handiwork, then got out a jar of zinc oxide and traced something out on my bottom. A 'J' on one cheek, a heart on the other. I lay there in the hot sun, the untanned skin on my bottom slowly burning (and not just from the paddling). Except for the 'J' and the heart. When She was sure i would have a 'nice sunburn', J. let me pull my swimsuit back up and lie at Her feet as She finished Her book.
We packed up and i followed Her (three steps behind) back to the car park. i looked resolutely at the sand as we passed the knot of people on the beach; i was sure everyone was looking at me.
The drive home was increasingly uncomfortable for me, as the sunburn added to the afterglow of my paddling. J. laughed as i shifted around in the seat, wincing at every pothole.
After we had showered- i loved washing Her hair for Her- She bent me over to show me my bottom in the mirror. A blindingly white 'J' on the left, an equally white heart on the right surrounded by a sunburned and paddled redness that would last for days. It was extremely uncomfortable under jeans- She said i walked like a cowboy. i found myself looking forward to the comfort of my slip and panties.
She touched up the 'J' and the heart every couple of days, too, so that i had them for weeks. i loved to admire my markings in the mirror and cherished them as symbols of my deepening submission to Her.

Pantied Part 4- Pink Slip, Pinker Bottom

Reluctantly, i started down the stairs holding the oval wooden hairbrush that i already had a love/hate relationship with. The pink charmeuse slip was tight and short and rode up as i slowly descended the stairs. At the bottom, i tugged it down and took several deep, shaky breaths trying to calm myself. i felt so foolish dressed like this, but also oddly calm; it was as if i had been tranquilized. i had accepted my fate as J's submissive servant and it was a huge relief to me that i didn't have to maintain the standard macho male mask for Her. i could give myself freely.
She was waiting for me, hands on hips, at the far end of the lounge and she looked incredible. Tall, statuesque, and commanding in Her conservative business suit with knee-length skirt and black high-heeled pumps (such a symbol of feminine authority to me). i shuffled across the room to Her, acutely embarrassed. Wordlessly, She pointed to the floor at Her feet and i knelt, handing Her the hairbrush. i couldn't look Her in the face so i bent and placed a kiss on the toes of Her gleaming pumps. She told me to look at Her, and i did meekly. Her face was flushed (with triumph?) and a small smile played across Her lips. She brushed my hair back from my face and praised me for having the courage to submit to Her so completely. i blushed with pleasure. It hadn't occurred to me that submitting took bravery, but of course it did, especially in a macho society like Australia.
i spent the next half-hour learning to walk in a 'less ape-like fashion'. Up and down the line formed by the edge of the carpet, small steps, placing one foot in front of the other, so 'lady-like'. She waited at one end, correcting me with the brush after each trip, until finally She was satisfied. i carefully walked to the kitchen to cook Her dinner, oddly proud of myself, and sat at Her feet as She ate, waiting. i remembered Her comment about not tolerating disobedience and i was sure She hadn't forgotten.
Sure enough, after i had cleared up the dishes, J summoned me to the lounge. She was sitting stern and straight in one of the dining room chairs She had placed in the middle of the room. She tapped the brush on Her knee and curtly ordered me over to Her side. As usual, i felt weak and watery. My mouth went dry and i felt a little sick. She grasped my ear and pulled me across Her knee until my toes were barely touching the floor, my bottom stuck up high and vulnerable. She rubbed the back of the brush on my slip-covered bottom as She praised me for my submissive behaviour. i was shaking, i knew this praise wasn't going to save me from a very painful spanking. i was right.
The praise stopped and the thrashing began, interspersed with scolding. She paused to pull my slip up, exposing my lacy panties. The brush smacked into my taut panties over and over again until i was sure my bottom was pinker than my panties. i kicked and squirmed until She warned me that the spanking would start over again unless i 'took it like a big girl'. i learned later that She had been a prefect at the private school She had attended and had often enjoyed administering discipline to younger girls.
Finally my panties were pulled down to the tops of my stockings, and my bare bottom spanked until i was sobbing and pleading. Satisfied, She put down the brush and finished me off slowly with Her surprisingly hard hand. As painful as this was, i loved the intimacy- the feel of Her warm hand on my humbled bare bottom, thrust up so invitingly, the feel of my swelling cock rubbing against Her warm skirted thigh through the silky luxury of my panties.
By the time She put me in the corner, the front of my panties were bulging. i knelt there contentedly with the back of my panties pulled down and my slip tucked into my garter belt, my reddened bottom on display.

Pantied Part 3- Introduction to Her Hairbrush

Chapter 3

The next day was a work day. After all my housework had been completed to J's satisfaction, i was put to bed early in the spare bedroom. Again tied to the bed, again masked in Her very musky panties. She woke me early, kissed me and told me how pleased my submission made Her. i knelt and thanked Her again for teaching me so well.

Dutifully, i cooked Her breakfast then cleaned up the dishes. i was just getting ready to leave for work, when She told me that i was to have a little reminder before i left. J. ordered me to take off my jeans and underwear, bent me over the counter, and gave me a quick but very vigorous spanking with the wooden spoon. It didn't take much to make my still sore bottom even more sore and i was soon doing a little dance over that counter. As a token of obedience and as a constant reminder of my place, She made me put on my 'training panties' and an old pair of control-top pantiehose under my work clothes. This sure worked! The double layer seemed to retain the heat of my spanking for hours, and i was constantly reminded of my place by the humiliatingly feminine feel of the tight hose and lingerie on my skin. In addition, i was terrified someone would notice somehow.

i didn't sit down for long that day, either. Even sitting down to pee on the toilet with my panties around my knees was a reminder of my new 'status'. At lunch time, She phoned me and asked me how 'my poor smacked bottom felt in those tight little panties.' i was so embarrassed that i could feel my face glowing. Then She told me in detail what was in store for me when i got home. You could have grilled hamburgers on my cheeks! Luckily, i was alone in the office because i was also as hard as a rock inside those pink panties. i shuffled into the washroom and splashed cold water on my face.

i spent the afternoon in an agony of anticipation, as i'm sure She intended. By the time i got home, i was in quite a state- very excited and very scared at the same time. This relationship was progressing very fast, spinning out of my control. Which, of course, was the whole point, although i was barely aware of it. J was the sexiest, most exciting Woman i had ever had the privilege of knowing and i would do anything to please Her and She knew it.

i arrived home before Her and quickly showered and shaved as per Her phone call. i struggled into my panties and pantihose again and waited for Her in the lounge, kneeling in the corner by the fireplace. i was literally shaking in anticipation and, perversely, semi-erect. After what seemed like an hour, i heard Her car door slam and the front door open. Her heels clicked slowly across the hardwood floor and stopped. i could sense Her presence and smell the sweetness of Her scent as She stood behind me, inspecting me. Silently, She gathered my long hair into a ponytail and tied it back with a scarf, then, using it as a handle dragged me on my knees across the floor to the long brown leather couch.

She sat down, crossed Her legs then offered me Her foot to kiss. i did so lovingly, i regarded it as a privilege. She looked wonderful in Her dark, no-nonsense business suit and white silk blouse. Smiling, She opened the shopping bag She'd placed on the couch and showed me the oval wooden hairbrush She'd told me She was going to buy for me (with my money!). "Do you like it?", She mocked. i stammered some reply; my mouth had gone dry and my legs felt like rubber. 'you look so cute in panties, and I'm sure this will be an excellent pantie-warmer. Shall we try it out?' She stood up, slowly removed Her jacket and bracelets, sat down and ordered me across Her lap. She stroked my upturned bottom- Her hand felt so soft and warm through the nylon. She placed one of my arms between Her bottom and the back of the couch and firmly bent the other up into the small of my back, Her long nails digging into my wrist.

The spanking began- slow, hard and deliberate. This wasn't so bad, i thought. The double layer of panties and pantihose dulled the impact and the long pauses between smacks gave me time to recover. Then She rolled the pantihose down, and began beating my panties harder and faster. This hurt! Especially when She hit the spots the spoon had bruised that morning. Soon i was bucking and squirming across Her knee, which was just what She wanted. 'Do you like my pantie-warmer? Feeling macho now?' She teased. i had never felt less macho, but it felt so right lying there across Her lap.

The spanking continued, now slow and hard, now fast and furious. There was no rhythm or pattern. No set number of strokes to endure. My legs were kicking involuntarily and, despite my best efforts, each smack forced a squeal or moan from me. i was losing what little control i had. Then She lowered my panties! i heard myself begging Her to stop, that i would do anything She wanted, that i would be Her slave. She said, ' you already are my slave! Now raise your bottom high and ask me nicely to spank you.' i did in a shaky voice and She spanked me until i lay there still and submissive across Her lap, raising my bottom obediently for each stroke, sobbing loudly and unashamedly, tears flowing freely.

She was right, Her will was stronger than mine. i was Her slave. With shaking hands, a tear-stained face and an incredibly sore bottom, i cooked Her dinner and served Her. Then i cleaned up, and spent the rest of the evening kneeling in the corner with the hairbrush shoved down the back of my panties. She calmly read magazines, sipped tea and phoned a friend as if nothing unusual had happened.

i spent the night curled up under a blanket on the floor at the foot of Her bed, chaste and obedient.




After my first hairbrushing and cold, lonely night on the floor of J's bedroom i realized that this was my true destiny. i belonged to J, to do with as She wished. i truly wanted and needed to be the submissive partner.

In the morning, i made Her breakfast and got ready for work, wearing my panties and pantihose without being told. This pleased Her, and She stroked my sore bottom through my panties as She kissed me goodbye. i spent another anxious day at work, still terrified someone would be able to spot my feminine clothing somehow. But now i was almost enjoying the symbolic slavery; the constant reminder of silky nylon against my shaved legs and sore, marked bottom.

J. phoned me at lunch to tell me how much She had enjoyed pulling my panties down and thrashing my bottom. i blushed madly, and one of the secretaries teased me about it all afternoon. If only she knew!

i hurried home that evening and was making dinner when J returned , carrying another shopping bag. 'you make such a good little wife!', She teased, standing behind me at the sink caressing my butt. Her hands felt so good, and i arched my neck back as She kissed my neck. She slipped Her hands inside my shirt and pinched my hardening little nipples as She pressed Her groin hard into my bottom, pushing me against the counter. Her stockinged leg forced my legs to part and She whispered into my ear 'Bend for me.' i felt as if i was melting, i could only obey. She grasped my hipbones and started to pump me from behind, slowly and gently at first then faster and fiercely. i could feel Her heat of Her passsion right through Her skirt and my jeans. i pushed back eagerly, wiggling my bottom sluttishly- this felt so amazing. She was symbolically taking me from behind right here in the kitchen and it felt SO right!

The blood was roaring in my ears and i could hardly stand when She finally released me. 'Good girl' She said. i couldn't look Her in the eye but She tilted my chin up with Her gentle fingers and kissed me softly. 'I've got something for you', She said, handing me the shopping bag. My fingers trembled as i took it and looked at the pretty lingerie inside. 'No, i can't,' i said in horror. Panties were bad enough, but i was terrified of the feminity in the bag. 'You can and you will', She snapped. 'Don't you think your mates at work would be interested to hear how I dress you in panties and put you over my knee? Now go and get changed and serve my dinner!'

i knew i had no choice and slowly started up the stairs. 'Oh, and bring me down the hairbrush, too. I will NOT tolerate disobedience.' i slowly and clumsily changed into the matching soft pink lingerie in the bag, struggling with the bra and garterbelt. i felt SO foolish but it did feel wonderful against my skin as i slid the slip over my head and smoothed it down over my slim body. Mmmm, it did feel so sexy. i primped in the mirror, brushed my long, soft hair until it shone in the evening light, then gently kissed the back of that innocent-looking, ladylike hairbrush. i had delayed as long as i could- trembling, i carried that fearsome hairbrush downstairs to where my Lady waited. i had taken another big, irrevocable step.

Pantied Part 2- Who Owns You?

Once that first, hard step is taken, the submission comes easily (no pun intended). After that first, almost accidental spanking and the following corner humiliation, our relationship changed drastically. Now Janet knew She could punish me and we both enjoyed it, although i sure didn't about three strokes into my spanking.

Most Women never realize the power they have over men; we truly are 'slaves to our dicks'. We will put up with almost anything for the tiniest hope of sexual satisfaction. That is why enforced chastity works so well in training the male. The Woman decides when, how and if sex takes place. That is the ultimate power.

Janet knew this and She loved being the one in control. After my first spanking and cornertime (Her musky panties in my mouth, red bottom exposed and a very obvious erection), She marched me upstairs to the guest room by my ear, stripped me completely, and tied me to the single bed with old pantihose- on my back, feet tied together then tied to the footboard, arms spread and tied loosely to the side of the bedframe. i could move, but not much, and i certainly couldn't touch my throbbing cock! She put Her panties over my head, teased my quivering cock with Her fingers and tongue, then covered me with a blanket, turned off the light, and left me there until morning! I spent the whole night lying there in frustration, breathing in Her musk, with my sore bottom throbbing. i had never felt so humble (or horny). i certainly knew my place now.

In the morning, i woke to find Her smiling down at me with satisfaction. She removed the pantie-mask, wrapped it around my cock and teased me mockingly. She told me that my role from the on was to please Her in whatever way She wanted- i was Her servant, Her ladies maid, She was the Mistress. i willingly agreed - i would have said anything. She slid a pillow under my head, lifted up Her nightie, straddled my face and rode my eager tongue to a couple of shuddering wet climaxes. The pact was sealed.

As a further humiliation, i spent the rest of the day dressed only in a pair of Her old panties cleaning the house. It was very humbling - i jumped a mile every time the phone rang, and hid in the bathroom when someone came to the door. i was terrified someone would see me in panties! ( i guess because to a male, wearing feminine clothing is a very strong symbol of submissive status)

Now that Janet knew i was so embarrassed wearing panties, it gave Her another hold on me. She told me how cute i looked and teasingly suggested She would invite the ladies from my work to see me in panties. i was horrified, and begged Her not to do it. She told me i was safe as long as i pleased Her in any way She wished. i thankfully agreed, and impulsively fell to my knees and kissed Her feet. This pleased Her. She smiled and stroked my hair, then turned, lifted Her skirt and ordered me to kiss Her bottom. "Thoroughly and passionately," She said, and i did with a wonderful feeling of submission and love. She grabbed my long hair and forced my mouth hard against Her gorgeous bottom as i kissed and licked Her satin panties. She told me i was Her 'good girl' and that i was going to be an excellent little maid once She had me trained.

After several minute of worship, She made me kneel on the padded leather ottoman with my hands clasped behind my head. She went into the kitchen and returned with a long wooden spoon. 'Now I'm going to teach you to appreciate the privilege of wearing panties', She said, pinching my very obvious erection through the pink nylon of my panties. She stood beside me and proceeded to paddle me on the seat of my panties until i was moaning and shifting from side to side. 'Hurts does it, sweetie,' She mocked, then gave me several more hard swats, then stroked my bottom through my panties, commenting on how warm my ass was getting. She then pulled down the back of my panties, tapped my cringing bottom with the spoon, and started to spank me again. It hurt even more with panties down, and i was very soon crying and begging Her to stop. "Didn't I tell you wearing panties was a privilege?' She said, paddling me harder. 'Go on, beg me to let you wear panties.' i begged between sobs. 'Tell me that I own you, tell me that you will be my good 'girl'. Humiliated, i agreed. She gave me six more hard strokes on the bare ( i had to count aloud), then let me pull up my panties for the last part of my training.

She stood in front of me, opened Her blouse, and folded Her bra down, exposing Her hardened nipples. Her face was flushed and Her voice husky as She told me to flick Her nipples with just the tip of my tongue. With one hand in my hair She controlled my head, with the other She reached round and smacked my pantied bottom with the spoon as i eagerly licked Her nipples. She was right, it didn't hurt nearly as much on my panties- wearing panties was a privilege.

She led me to the couch, laid me down on my back, stripped to Her bra and panties and mounted me. Forcing Her legs between mine, She ground Her pantied mound hard against my bulging pink panties and kissed me deeply. My legs involuntarily wrapped around Her . " I do own you, don't I?", She murmured, looking down at my flushed, teary face. I could only nod. She did.

Pantied by Her- The Beginning

i am a sub-male of limited experience and training. Unfortunately, i am no longer the property of a Superior Woman since this incredible relationship ended several years ago, but the effect of Her training still lingers.
She turned me from being a typical selfish macho male into a submissive and obedient servant, sensitive to Her moods and needs. I learned to enjoy cooking, cleaning, laundering, and caring for Her as Her ' male maid'. This didn't happen overnight, but once i recognized Her natural superiority the changes were swift and inevitable. She quickly taught me the incredible rewards of being the inferior, submissive partner both around the house and in Her bed.
Discipline was maintained by humiliation and punishment. i grew to love the wonderful, watery-kneed feeling of helplessness as She marched me by my ear into the bedroom, put me across Her knee, and spanked me hard and long. My relationship with my Domme, 'Janet', began as a vanilla relationship. We met at a mutual friend's bbq and were instantly attracted to each other. She was a lawyer, nearly ten years older than me and much more assertive, all of which i found very sexy. As for Her, She told me later that She found my natural shyness and long, wavy hair irresistible. And, She said, She could spot a submissive man a mile away.
Within two weeks, i was living at Her home, a small hobby farm several miles out of town. Since She worked a long forty-hour week and i only worked part-time at a warehouse, i was responsible for household chores, cooking, and cleaning- already a submissive-type role. In addition, She was very domineering in bed- if i wanted sex, i did exactly what i was told. This was fine with me, i liked being on the bottom getting slammed into the mattress!
One Friday evening, She arrived home late, tired and irritable. She had had a difficult week, dealing with an obstinate male client with an undeserved superiority complex. This attitude of male superiority was very common in our small Australian town and it drove my Lady crazy. She was twice as intelligent as most of Her male clients but, because she was a Woman, She was viewed as somehow inferior. i was serving Her a glass of white wine when i carelessly slopped some onto Her skirt. That was the last straw, She lost Her temper completely. She slapped my face, grabbed my long hair and dragged me down across Her lap. She was so furious with the male world and, by extension, me. Pushing my face into the couch cushions with one hand, She yanked down my shorts (summertime- it was all i was wearing) and started to spank me.

Now 'Janet' was a big-boned Woman, almost 6', and She could spank! It sounds like a fantasy come true, but i was soon wriggling and pleading for mercy- it was so embarrassing and painful. She scolded me as She spanked; listing all my faults and failures. Real or imagined, it didn't matter- She was so angry. Unfortunately for me, i was becoming aroused- i had always fantasized about being spanked by a Woman and was enjoying it immensely, despite the pain. When She felt my erection pressing into Her thigh, She redoubled Her efforts until i was actually crying in a mixture of humiliation and real pain. She clamped my kicking legs between Hers, twisted my free hand up into the small of my back and gave me the spanking of my life (up to that point, anyway). i cried and wriggled and begged and sobbed but still Her hard hand slammed into my helpless cheeks. Eventually, i stopped struggling and surrendered to Her. i felt a sort of warm rush of submission flow through my body as i gave in to Her will.
At last, She pushed me to my knees at Her feet and pulled my face to Her panties, ordering me in a husky voice to please Her. I'll never forget the look of triumph on Her face as i knelt. By now, we were both really turned on- Her panties were soaking. As i knelt humbly between Her gorgeous thighs, my exposed freshly spanked bottom red and sore, i felt a strange sense of rightness. This is where i belonged, this was my proper place.
After She had been satisfied, She made me kneel in the corner of the dining room with my shorts round my knees, my hands folded on the top of my head, and Her wet panties in my mouth. i was in heaven! Needless to say, our relationship developed rapidly from this point on. She definitely wore the pants in our house and i happily wore the panties.