This is a personal story about how a friend of mind entered a “program” with me to help curb her flirtatious ways. This was her first encounter with adult discipline.
I was over at a friend's place, Jamie, fixing her computer one evening when she was lamenting about how she got another infection “down there” three times that month. (We were close as siblings so no topic was taboo!) Being a concerned friend, I queried further and it turned out that her nympho-tendencies had been unleashed and she had been sleeping around. It had been happening for the past six months and she reckoned that the infections had been a-few-times-a-month affair. While I have my own theories of why she turned out like that but I shall not digress. It a nutshell.......it probably had something to do with a bad break-up with her ex around the same time that the sleeping around started.
She continued that she wanted to stop it but somehow could not control herself. Everytime she headed to the clubs with her girl friends she would somehow lose all inhibitions and would wake up the next day at another unknown stranger's place. Couldn't her girl friends help her and try to stop her whenever they clubbed? Apparently they had tried numerous times previously and had just given up. They even chided her whenever they met up a few days after but somehow it did not help. Her girl friends had all given up and had jokingly termed her the nymph.
Now she knew about my alternative lifestyle (though she never showed much interest) as I normally casually talked about it and so I just casually matter-of-factly commented that if “I had it my way, you bottom would be so red you wouldn't even step into the clubs for a while.” It wasn't the first time I had commented that way but to my surprise this time............she looked me straight in the eye and asked,”Do you really think it would help?” Now it wasn't the first time she had joked about such things and I gave my usual reply of “Now you wouldn't want to go there, you'd never want to find yourself over my knee would you”, which would have normally ended the conversation with us having a laugh. But this time she seemed to be really considering it for she continued with “No seriously.........do you think if I...........(voice trails off as if thinking)” Sensing something I stopped what I was doing and looked at her asking “Now don't tell me you are seriously thinking of that?” As if unsure, she looked down and told me that she had been considering it but didn't know how to broach the topic. I told her then that she was like a sister to me and I would gladly “help” her if she wanted but she had to be sure. I added that I would not want to start something that I could not finish. If she wasn't serious I would not even bother trying. I also warned her that if we began a “program” together there was no turning back on it. She kept quiet, looking down, as if in deep thought about what I had said. Therefore wanting to make sure that she would not making some decision in haste, I got up (wanting to make my way home) and told her that she'd probably think about it first and let me know again if she really intended to start such a program. But as I was walking towards the door, she suddenly blurted out “No, I am sure. Whatever it takes to stop this.” It was getting very late, thus we agreed to talk about it the next day over lunch her place.
The next day, I worked out a simple program for her to try out for three months. She headed to the clubs literally every Fridays and Saturdays. If it was not to the clubs, it would be to some house party. Therefore each time before she headed out to the clubs, I would give her a pre-emptive punishment. A 5 minute otk handspanking which consisted of 1 minute of warm up one her panties and four minutes on her bare. After that, she would go on to meet her friends at whichever club they were going for the night. I knew two of the ladies whom Jamie clubbed with and therefore I told them to inform me whenever she ended up leaving with a guy. (Jamie and myself did not tell them what the exact program was about, and they just thought I was helping her count how many times she ended up sleeping around!) If she made it back to her own place, then all was fine. But if she ended up at another guy's place having sex, she would receive a punishment on Sunday. For each night that Jamie slept around, she received a 5minute bare bottomed otk handspanking, 10 strokes of the belt (as she bent over the edge of the couch with only her bra on) and 10 strokes of the cane (as she went on her hand and knees on the dining table) in the nude. This was considered a set. If she slept around on Fri and Sat, she would get 2 sets of punishments one after the other.
For the first month, Jamie only managed to stay celibate on the first weekend. On the next two Sundays she received one set of punishment each. Come the fourth Sunday, she had slept around on both Fri and Sat. I wasn't getting to her. Therefore at the end of the caning of her 2nd set, I lectured her that while she had shown promise at the start of the month, the punishments appeared to be too mild and she did not seemed to be trying. I warned her that i had decided that from the next month onward, the pre-emptive punishments would be more severe and it would be worse if she did not even make any effort to stop sleeping around.
During the next pre-emptive punishment, I made her remove all her clothing before giving her the handspankings. I increased the strength of my spanks and she was crying by the time I was done. I made kneel in the corner with her hands on her head for five minutes. After that, I called her over my lap once more. She appeared shocked but obeyed nonetheless. As she laid over my lap, I reminded her that I had told her earlier that it would be more severe this time. She nodded but begged not to be spanked again. To her surprise, I said I agreed that she should not be spanked again. Now she probably thought I was scaring her by putting her over my lap again for she turned back and gave me a smile. But then I continued, “Yes I agree you should not be spanked again tonight, because you will be getting twenty with the my ruler.” I could feel her body freeze and stiffen. I gave her twenty hard strokes with the ruler and made her count every single stroke. I let her lay over my lap crying for a couple of minutes before I helped her up and sat her down beside me. I lifted her tear-stained face up by her chin and looked into her eyes. I told her that she would be getting the same thing the next day before she clubbed and it would be much much worse if I had to punish her again on Sunday. I added that she would not want to find out what I had in store for her if she went ahead with her sexcapades once more.
And it did work. For the next two months, she came straight home after the clubbing and even her friends were amazed. When I asked her how she managed to keep herself from flirting and sleeping with the guys at the clubs, she said that it was the sting of the punishments which lingered that kept her in check. Jamie wanted to continue with the program and we did. She however slipped up somewhere in the fifth month. Therefore on that Sunday when I appeared at her place for her punishment, to my surprise I found her kneeling at the corner of the living room in only her bra and panties (She had passed me a key sometime earlier). Amused I walked over and asked her what was she doing. It turns out that the past months of punishments had brought out an interest in her. She had begun to research online with regards to domestic discipline and came across the idea of presenting herself for her punishment in hope of some mercy when punished. She knew that it would be a severe punishment this time and had hoped that her actions would spare her bottom from a bit of redness. I gave a smile and told her that it would depend on how cooperative she was during the punishment. With that I began her punishment.
I ordered her to strip of her bra and panties and to kneel by the sofa with her hands on her head facing me and looking up at me. She had already began to tear as I sat there lecturing her.
After I was done with the lecturing, I took out two pegs from my bag and clip one on each of her nipple. She was told to remain extremely still for 30mins. Jamie however began to fidget and thus I took out my crop and gave her two quick swats on each butt cheek everytime she figeted. I think she received at least ten swats. After that, I removed the pegs and took her over my knee for a 5minute handspanking, following which she was made to stand in the corner with her hands clasped behind her back for ten minutes.
She was then made to touch her toes as I gave her twenty strokes of ruler on each of her thighs and then she was put into the corner again for another ten minutes.
I then made her turn around, spread her legs and put her hands on her head. I gave her five swats on each of her breasts and then ten on her pussy. (*Disclaimer, please do not try this at home. Punishments to such areas are only for the experienced and the strength of each swat is much lighter than on the bottom*) She was already crying by this time and kept promising that she would not do it again. As I put her back into the corner, I told her that she was only half way thru her punishment but the rest of her punishments would be solely on her bottom.
I laid out five implements (a belt, a spatula, a leather strap, a paddle, and a cane) on the couch and made her kneel before them. I told her that she would receive 20 strokes with each. The cane would be the last implement and she was free to choose the order of the rest. Before each implement she would stand before me with her hands on her head, as I sat a chair, and say “I have been a slut and need to be punished. Please warm my bottom for the implement.” I would then spank her bottom, as she stood there, for about a minute. Then she would crawl on her hands and knees to the couch and choose one implement. She would then crawl back, kneel infront of the chair and say “Please punish me severely with this, I deserve it.” As received each stroke, she was to count aloud followed with “I have been a cheap slut, I deserve to be punished. I will not sleep around again.” After each implement, she would go over my knee and say “Thank you for punishing me, please reinforce my punishment.” Then I would give her another one minute of handspankings. After that she would have 5minutes of corner time before the whole cycle began with a new implement. She was bawling her eyes out by the end of the first implement but she took every single stroke and every implement.
At the end, I laid her over my lap on the couch and rubbed some cream on her very red bottom as she sniffled. After that punishment, Jamie managed to stay six months without sleeping or flirting around. In fact she even frequented the clubs less.
There is more to Jamie's story which I will put in another post. So meanwhile, keep spanking.