Women Spanking Men

You Will Kiss The Hand That Spanked You by Raymond Shaw

(c) 2001, all rights reserved
Excerpt from:

The Punishment Project, Paperback

The Punishment Project, Ebook

He reported to the exercise room as ordered, the punishment book clutched firmly in his hand. He was not looking forward to this encounter. Mistress Margaret had been rather upset with his typical slovenly behavior in the matter of dusting the library, and Miss Janis would not be too pleased with his carelessness in the matter of the curtsey. He did not really know what to expect. Women were so unpredictable, he thought, they can be the most desirable of all creatures and the most cruel at the same time. He entered the room and stood facing a semi circle of chairs, each one occupied by one of the four ladies who would dominate his life for the next two years. Mistress Margaret was seated in the center chair, and she told him to give her the book. Then to stand in the center of the semi circle, and to place his hands on top of his head, locking the fingers there, and to remain in that position until otherwise instructed. He did so, and the act of locking his fingers together on top of his head caused the already short girlish skirt to rise up even further. He tried to focus his eyes on something on the far wall, rather than look at the ladies, and he simply stood and waited. They passed the punishment book between them, each commenting on the entries, and giving details of each entry.

“What really disturbs me, Miss Denise,” said Margaret in a very stern tone of voice, “is this business of goofing off when you were supposed to be working in the library. It is the very thing we are trying to cure you of, and it is a classic example of why you are here instead of college somewhere.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said. “I am very sorry. It will not happen again.”

“You can be sure of that young lady,” she replied. “I am quite certain you will think twice before you try a dumb stunt like that again.”

He said nothing, continuing to stare at the back wall.

“Your punishment tonight will be as follows,” Margaret said. “You will come to each of us, one at a time beginning with me, kneel down and kiss the hand that is offered to you. You will then ask who ever you are kneeling in front of to take you over her knee, take down your panties, and give you a good spanking, because you have been a very bad girl. After you have been spanked, you will kiss the hand that spanked you, and thank the person who disciplined you for doing so. You will then go to the corner over there,” she indicated a place within full view of all of them, “and stand in that corner like a small child with your skirts held up. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said.

“Repeat your instructions to me,” she demanded, “so I know you understand.”

“I am to come to you, kneel and kiss your hand and ask you to take me across your knee and spank me because I have been a bad girl. When you finish spanking me, I kiss the hand that disciplined me and thank you for it. I then go stand in the corner with my skirt raised, until I am called by Miss Uschi, Miss Janet, or Miss Janis. I report to whoever summons me, and repeat the procedure until all four of you have spanked me.”

“Correct, Miss Denise,” Margaret said “since your behavior was that of a small child, we will treat you like a small child. Now come here.”

He went to the place indicated by Mistress Margaret, and knelt in front of her. She held out her right hand to him, and he kissed the back of it, and said, “Mistress Margaret, please take me over your knee, take down my panties, and spank me. I have been a bad girl.”

“Very well, Miss Denise,” she said, “place yourself across my lap.”

He did so, and she pulled his panties down revealing his bare bottom. She adjusted him around until she was comfortable with his position on her lap and began to spank him. Her hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, hitting first one cheek and then the other. The strokes were hard, and noisy, as they made his bottom bounce with each blow. She kept up a running commentary as she went. “Lazy”— SLAP—”undisciplined”–SLAP—”a disgrace to your father”–SLAP— SLAP—”we shall cure that”—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—and on and on. His bottom felt as if it were on fire. He did not realize a woman’s hand could hurt that much, and he squirmed and tried to get a hand back there to block it. That only got him more, and harder spanks, and a warning from his tormentor that if he did not keep hold of the chair leg with both hands, he would have to be spanked by everyone twice instead of once. He decided to hold on to the chair leg for dear life, and managed to survive the onslaught of Margaret’s strong hand. He was sure his bottom was on fire when she finally finished with him. He quickly fell to his knees, and kissed the warm hand that had just warmed his bottom so thoroughly.

“Oh! Thank you Mistress Margaret,” he said between tears.

“You are welcome Miss Denise,” she said. “Now go stand in the corner. You may not rub your behind once you get to the corner, but you may do so on the way. Remember to hold your skirt up until your are called again.”

“Yes Mistress Margaret,” he said, and quickly rose to his feet, rubbing his sore backside, which caused laughter among the ladies present. He moved slowly to the corner, trying to get as much rubbing time as possible without incurring the wrath of Margaret in the process. He finally reached the corner, and leaned his head into it gratefully. He lifted his skirt, and tried to think away the pain, still very much aware of the fact he had three more ladies to face. He was not sure he could take it. Behind him, he could hear the ladies talking and drinking wine. There were several comments on the bounce of his girlish bottom, and how much fun it was to watch “Miss Denise” get spanked. He tried to lower the skirt for a minute, just to give his arms a rest, but a voice from behind him said, “Keep it up, Miss Denise,” and he hastily did so.

“Come out of the corner Miss Denise, and visit Miss Janet,” came the command from Margaret.

He did so, and knelt in front of the fair-haired maid, kissing the offered hand, and requesting the spanking.

“Since you ask so nicely, Miss Denise,” Janet said, “how can I refuse you?” A statement that produced laughter from the others.

He was placed across her lap, and told to hang on to the chair leg or else, and she began to spank him. She did not comment, but slowly delivered each spank with a precision, and a force that was frightening. He knew her strength from the morning encounter, and her hand striking his behind sounded like a rifle being fired in the room. She would sweep her arm from down below his bottom striking him on the underside of his globes, causing them to bounce up and down, a fact which did not go unnoticed, or uncommented upon by the others. She would also strike down, and across, setting up different vibrations, all of them painful to him. She was slow and methodical about it, making each spank count, and making each one produce a desired result. When she finished, he dutifully kissed the hand and returned to the corner, getting in as much rub time as possible. The conversation continued behind him, and they discussed various ways of spanking and other ways of punishing unruly girls. It was not a happy conversation to his ears.

“Now report to Miss Uschi,” came the voice from behind, and he obeyed. He went through the ritual, and soon found himself draped across her lap, with the usual admonition to hold on to the chair leg. He did so.

Uschi was vigorous, and competent. She did not waste any time in getting to the task at hand, and she spanked him quite rapidly, and thoroughly. She did not hit as hard as Miss Janet had, but the cumulative effect was still quite painful. She did not comment as she spanked, concentrating on the job at hand. There were several comments about the bouncing globes as she spanked him, but they came from the others who were watching in obvious enjoyment. She finished, and he kissed the warm hand, and returned to the corner again to await the final session. They continued the conversation behind him, but he semi blocked it out. He was concentrating on the pain in his behind, and he hurt too much to eavesdrop.

“Now to Miss Janis,” the voice commanded, and he did as he was bid. He kissed the offered hand and asked to be spanked. She did not answer him right away, and he looked up at her, and saw her looking down on him with a look that said she was enjoying every minute of this. She smiled and said, “My lap is too small to hold a big girl like you Miss Denise. I want you to stand here in front of me, pull your panties down to your knees, and bend over and grab your ankles. Please keep hold of them, Miss Denise, or it will go harder for you.”

He obeyed, and stood grasping his ankles in a place and a position that displayed his bare bottom to all present and this somehow embarrassed him more than anything else had all day. It was sort of the final insult, but he did so, and hoped she would get it over with. He did not know why this bothered him so much. Everyone had seen him naked under the lash. The maids shaved his nude body this morning, so he was not showing anything that they had not seen before. Nevertheless, it disturbed him, and he hated it almost more than the spankings. He got an upside down look at Margaret’s face, and he could see a pleasure in her eyes that he had never seen in anyone’s before. She was in the height of her glory, and her tongue licked over her lips in anticipation of what was to come. He could not see the other two, and he waited for Janis to begin.

She began. Her dainty hand landed with such force that it almost knocked him over. It was all he could do to keep his balance, as she delivered another one to his tightly stretched backside. The ladies laughed at his discomfort, but did nothing to help. Janis continued with her slow calculated spanks to his already sore, and now stretched behind. She took her time, and each blow was delivered with the full force of her small body. She flexed her knees, as she had with the whip that morning, rotating her body in the process so that each spank was delivered with the full force of her small body behind it. He began to cry and whimper as she continued. She left him in that position when she finished, and stepped around in front of him to offer the warm hand to be kissed. He did so with pleasure and relief.

He was allowed to rub and to resume his place in the corner. The ladies continued to drink their wine, and to converse with one another. He was basically ignored, and he slowly regained his composure while standing in the corner holding up his skirt.

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