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When she awoke her bottom answered her question of "Did last night really happen or was it just a dream?" The mirror showed her that the area in question was still sporting some marks. She thought of his comment about how making love to her would change their relationship and laughed. They may still be teacher and student but those roles had expanded beyond the study she originally came here for. She had learned quite a bit about the both of them in that room and could not imagine seeing him again without being very aware of how he had conquered her. Her thoughts grew contemplative as she considered if she would go willingly into that room again. She had no doubt that he expected to repeat the events of last night, however, he never said she was obligated to attend. Rather, he acted like she would have no objections whatsoever. The more she thought about the angrier she became. How dare he assume he could treat her like that without even asking? What in the world gave him the idea that just because he was her guide and mentor he had the right to spank her whenever he wanted? Was he so sure of himself that all he had to do was put her over his lap and expect her to lie there while he gave he the worst spanking of her life? She had worked herself to the point where she was about to tell him she had enough of him and his little games and she had no further desire to study with him.
Who was she kidding? She knew she needed him and his knowledge if she was ever to be more than second rate. She couldn't leave but she would make it clear there would not be any more sessions in that room. If he demanded that she either submit to his twisted desires or leave, she would...
Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. To be honest, she wasn't sure what she would do. She started to realize that most of her exasperation was more appropriately directed inward. It's true he never asked her if it would be all right if he spanked her but then again she never voiced any objection even after she was well aware of what he intended. Now the real question was how could she have been so submissive to let him do that? It had been many years since she had been spanked but she still remembered each one vividly. She couldn't hide behind a facade of innocence. Putting her bottom in that vulnerable position always led to pain and she knew what she was in for as soon as he placed her over his lap so why did she stay there? And after the first part of her spanking and she saw the paddle, why did she give it to him and meekly allow, nay, assist him to bare her bottom for an onslaught she knew would be even worse than what she had already suffered? Maybe he saw something in her she never knew existed. Her anger abated as she realized that as much as it hurt, the resulting sex, although somewhat unconventional, was fantastic. Still, it would've been nice if he had asked first.
Then she started giggling. She tried to imagine how he would've phrased the question. "Good evening my dear. Would you mind if I took you over my knee for a really good spanking?" Or maybe, "I have an idea. Wouldn't it be fun if I turned your ass bright red and then whipped it with a nasty paddle before bending you over and plowing into you?" Another possibility was, "Excuse me. I seem to have a need to punish a young girl and since you happen to be available and otherwise unoccupied." The more she thought about it the funnier it got although she had to admit there was nothing humorous about someone setting fire to your bare bottom. No, it was not a pleasant experience so why was she starting to slap her own still slightly sore rear end to bring out the sting again while her other hand was getting busy in front? The combination of a little pain and sex was too powerful to resist. She fell back into the bed as she continued smacking and probing.
Her self-punishment and masturbation was interrupted with a knock on the door. She put on a robe and opened the door. It was Sally, one of the maids. "Excuse me Ma'am. I thought you might like to put some of this on." She held out a small bottle of lotion as she explained, "If your bottom is anything like mine is after an appointment with him in the correction room you might find this soothing. We're not allowed to put it on till the next morning or I would have given some to you last night. I'll leave it here and you can apply it after your shower."
Alice was flabbergasted. How could she ever walk through the house again and hold her head high if they all knew about her visit to his secret room. Incredulously and with little hope of a satisfactory answer she asked, "You know about what he did and you've been to that room with him also?"
Sally shrugged her shoulders. "Of course. There's no need to be embarrassed. All of us girls have at one time or another. It goes with the job. Whenever we do something wrong we're punished. For small offenses Jason spanks us but if it's something more serious the master of the house deals with us in the correction room. None of us like it when we have to go in there since the punishments are more severe but at least you don't have to have your rear end bared and spanked where the rest of the staff can see and hear it. We all cry pretty loud when Jason is spanking us but that's nothing compared to how I scream in that room. I'm glad no else has to hear me and I'm thankful for small favors at a time like that. Of course, I'm never very appreciative at what he does to get me to make all the noise. But don't get me wrong, all in all I think it's not such a bad idea to live under his rules. Knowing what happens if we make a mistake or don't follow instructions keeps us on our toes and makes us do our jobs in a way that makes us proud."
Our little student was thunderstruck and her infuriation returned. She had almost convinced herself that what they had done was something special just between them and now it appeared she was just one of many females he had his jollies with. She kept her wrath in check and asked, "How does he punish you and does he take advantage of you afterwards?"
Sally was now the one looking shocked. "Really Ma'am. I think I know what you mean by `taking advantage' but he's never done anything like that.. No, we're there for discipline and aside from giving me a punishment to remember he's always been quite proper. I've never heard any of the other girls say a word about him doing anything inappropriate either. As for the methods he uses, we've all compared notes and he seems to follow the same procedures with each of us. Using my experience as an example, he starts by putting me over his knee and spanking me for the longest time. First with his hand which is much harder and longer than Jason's spankings and then the real reason I'm glad the room is soundproof is next. For the first offense he used a stiff piece of leather for another very long spanking and really set my bottom on fire."
Her listener interrupted, "Did he start the spanking over your panties and take them down for the second part?"
With a look of surprise Sally said, "Oh no. All spankings, whether from him or Jason, are always on the bare bottom from the very start. Even before as a matter of fact. As soon as we are sentenced to be punished we have to take our panties off right where we are and then we're excused to put them in our room. It's a long walk back when you can feel the air on your bottom and you know you're taking it to someplace it doesn't want to go. If we're to report to Jason we do so immediately but if it's to be the correction room we have to leave them off and go about our normal duties until he sends for us. Either way, it guarantees they have a clear target from the moment they lift our skirts. Going back to your curiosity about the spankings by our employer, it was pretty much the same the next time except he used a riding crop instead of the leather thing for the second portion. I don't know if it could properly be called a spanking since made me bend over the chair for that. He can really swing that thing and it felt more like a whipping but no matter what you call it, it really hurt and kept me in line for a long time."
The one with the most recent encounter with an implement applied to her rear end nodded in understanding. Sally noticed that action and it piqued her interest. It seemed as if the visiting student had already been punished in that position. As far as she knew this young woman had never been punished by Jason or sent to the special room before and it struck her as odd that he would've punished her like that on her first visit. She would've liked to question the newest female member of the household more but decided to wait.
She went on with her description of how proper punishments were rendered. "The third and hopefully last time was the worst. I was really rude to one of his guests for no good reason and he waited till the next night to see to it that I minded my manners in the future. I had to keep my panties off the whole time and Jason made me tuck the back of my skirt into my apron strings so my bottom was on display the whole day. It was sort of a before and after object lesson for the rest of the girls since I had to keep it bare and on display for the next day also so they could see the difference and maybe think twice before getting their own bottoms into the same predicament. But I guess you want to know what happened to mine in the meantime. There was a contraption I had never seen before in the center of the correction room and I had to strip naked before being strapped down on it. It held me firm and raised my poor bottom up high. He reintroduced it to the leather thing for as long as he used it the first time and then the riding crop. Again it was as long or longer than he used it before or so it seemed to me. It gets hard to judge time after a while. I didn't have to worry about how long the next part took. He was nice enough to count each stroke of the cane and I remember him saying twenty before he stopped. He left me there alone for what seemed like forever before he returned and finished the job with a wide leather strap. Don't even ask how many or how long. All I know is I couldn't sit down comfortably for days and you can be sure I'll do everything in my power to avoid going back in there again."
"Mary is the only one I know of that had to go there a fourth time. She said he repeated the same punishment as her previous session but didn't stop there. After she got the strap she stayed like that for another hour and when he came back he made her lie on her back and fastened her face up so he could use another smaller strap on her front. I understand he whipped her on her breasts and thighs and ended where a girl should never feel anything but pleasure if you get my drift. Her bottom was a sight to behold and Jason made her strip in front of all of us so we could see the marks left by the final strapping."
She ended her narrative with, "We always have the choice of accepting his method of discipline of quitting. I don't know where I'll ever find a job as good as this one but I don't think I'll want another invitation to that room and suffer the same fate as Mary so I really watch my step."
Young Alice didn't know what to think. Her emotions had been on a roller coaster. First she was mad at him, then at herself and then she started to warm up to the idea of a return visit and here comes Sally telling her how he takes other girls there which broke her heart. Now she finds out he doesn't have sex with them she was the only one to get her first spanking while still wearing panties. Maybe her experience was a special thing for both of them after all. She had done nothing to deserve punishment but it seems his intuition about how she would respond to a spanking was correct. She couldn't say she liked it but then again, maybe she did in an inexplicable way. Didn't she just try to spank herself and imagine her fingers were him getting her prepared for another wonderful impalement? Yes, there was hope after all although she was now aware of how severe he could be if provoked. She wanted him to take her back there again and wondered if she would change her mind after one or two of the punishments Sally described.
The serving girl couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. The fact that Alice had been asking questions about punishments in the correction room when she had just been there was peculiar. Could it be that her experience was different from that of the maids? Why did she ask about him taking their panties off and being taken advantage of? Did he have sex with her? She shyly asked, "If you don't mind Ma'am. He's had a number of students in the past. Both men and women and since the walls of the work area are not as thick as the other room we've heard him yelling at them the way he yells at you sometimes. However, I don't recall that he's ever taken any of them into the correction room before now. What did you do to earn his displeasure and, pardon me for asking but I gather your experience was somewhat different than ours. How did he punish you? I promise not to tell anyone else."
Alice turned around and lifted the back of the robe to display the marks on her bottom as she said, "I was spanked with his hand much like your account but it was over my panties. However, for the second spanking he removed them and used a thin paddle. Then I bent over the chair as you described for another session with the same paddle so I understand the difference between the force he can muster when you're in that position as opposed to on his lap. As far as I know I did nothing to deserve the punishment. The only reason he gave was because it was something he wanted to do to me and as long as I'm baring my soul he also had sex with me while I was bent over the chair as soon as he dropped the paddle."
Sally's startled response was, "You should pack your bags, leave immediately and report him to the police. I'll lose this wonderful job but it's the only thing you can do."
Alice smiled and gave the Sally a hug. She swore the maid to secrecy and whispered, "He filled me up and took me rough and fast because I asked him to and it was wonderful. This may sound awfully perverted but I don't want to leave and if he asks me to join him there a second time I'll go and take whatever he wants me to suffer as long as he `takes advantage of me' like that again. Are you shocked?"
This time it was Sally who smiled conspiratorially. "No Ma'am I'm not. To be honest, I've had the same feelings. I hurt like the dickens but there is a part of me that would definitely like the attention only a good hard man can provide. I think if I could limit my offenses to those Jason would punish and if I thought he would fill my other needs afterwards I would have a red, sore and happy bottom every day. I don't envy what he does to you, I'd rather take one of Jason's spankings any day but I do envy the reward you reap. I'll stick to my vow of silence but you have to promise to tell me every detail after your next visit."
Alice agreed and the two newfound friends shared another hug before Alice thanked her for the lotion and sent the girl on her way. Part of her wanted to go back to the self imposed spanking and genital manipulation but it was getting late. He expected her to have eaten and be in their work area by 9:00 AM sharp and she didn't want to be tardy. Not because he would punish her, she smiled to herself as she thought of how he would most assuredly see to that without any excuse but because she still respected and admired the man. He was her mentor and guide and in a way she would never have imagined, her lover.
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