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Dear Miss,
Mistress Alexis is a thoroughly modern woman, a trained nurse with experience as
a teacher and on the stage. I got to know her several years ago when I used to
visit Toronto frequently. I was staying in a Holiday Inn. She agreed to visit
me, but told me I must write three hundred lines before she arrived "I must
not misbehave in class." I hadn't written lines for many years, and my
handwriting is even worse now than when I had done it before. I started off
eagerly enough, but the scrawl became worse. To liven things up, I made a few
changes "I don't misbehave enough in class". "I misbehave much
more outside class". "I would like to misbehave with you".
Conscious of her position, she kept me waiting, My uneasy excitement grew -
perhaps it had been a mistake to make those changes? When Mistress A. arrived,
she did so in style - and a long black coat (Toronto is cold in winter). I
helped her off with the coat. She wore a severe white blouse and a long black
skirt, like my old schoolmistresses. She smiled and put me at my ease - but not
for long. She had brought with her a large black bag, which she put on the bed.
She asked to see the 'lines'. Long before she had read them all, the smile had
gone. In a hard voice: "This is impertinent and disgusting. You deserve
severe punishment."
Hotel furniture comes in all shapes, strengths and sizes. Here it was sturdy.
There was a wood backed chair at the dressing table. "Bring that into the
middle of the room and bend over the back of the chair."
Leaving me there, she plunged into the black bag and brought out a whole armoury
- A Tawse, a riding crop and two canes, thick and thin. None of them looked at
all amusing, but she was chuckling "Now we'll see about misbehaving. You
are going to feel all of these - each of them at least six times. But I'll be
generous, I'll let you choose in which order I use them". I chose the Tawse
first but as a surprise she told me to stand up straight and to take it on the
hands, Scottish style. Three stingers on each and tears in my eyes. "Bend
over, and hold the sides of the chair firmly" - no chance to wring off the
effects.
My bottom was still 'virginal' but not for long. The thinner cane soon marked it
with those characteristic stripes that symbolise their visitation. I was panting
hard now, my feet had been together, now I was told to spread them well apart:
"stand still". Now it was the riding crop - a fierce instrument even
when applied gently. Mistress Alexis's nostrils were flaring and she was panting
too; "No chance of gentleness here" she warned, indeed there wasn't.
The racks sounded to me loud enough to raise the dead, as well as red welts
across the stripes of the cane.
"Just six more to go - unless you'd like some more." The thick cane
was what I feared most. How right I had been. She brought it round in front of
me and I was ordered to kiss it. Then she kept me waiting - how long I have no
idea, but I was trembling with fear. Swish .. Swish .. Swish. It had been a
tremendous effort of will to stay in position and take those blows. I had
managed to do so and avoid crying out, but it was a near thing "More?"
"No .... no, thank you Miss". "Very well then. Stand up. Now
kneel and kiss my feet. Say again thank you Miss."
It was over I had survived; and in just a few minutes I felt both exhilarated
and exhausted Mistress Alexis had no reason to feel exhausted, but she was
exhausted too: "Not many men let me deal with them as severely as that, I
enjoyed it thank you." She kissed me, it had all been worthwhile. But I
won't make mistakes in lines again - another lesson learned.
H. B.
