It has been a little over a year since I de-lurked myself on Niki Flynn’s blog; and while it no longer exists, I have managed to stay in touch with a few people. One of them is HH, the partner of the former Niki Flynn, and a fairly well-known top in the UK CP (corporal punishment) scene. I never thought I would get the chance to meet him in person, simply because we have a large ocean separating us; however, one day, he emailed me about a potential day we could meet for some playtime.
With some careful planning and some re-arranging of schedules, we finally agreed on a time and place to meet. A week before his expected arrival date, we spoke briefly on the phone, partly to ease my nerves, and partly because Sebastian “suggested” it. for the most part, the conversation flowed naturally; allowing us to get to know each other. After I hung up, my nervousness turned into excitement. I was looking forward to meeting the man behind the blog comments, and now his own blog.
As usual, I sat down at my local Second Cup and waited for HH to show up. It wasn’t long before a relatively tall man with a friendly smile walked up to my table and introduced himself and gave me a hug. We sat and chatted for about an hour before deciding to head to his hotel room. When we arrived, we settled in, experimented with the lighting, and talked about potential scenes for the weekend. When everything was finally set up, we began.
Scene I: A Broken Drain Pipe
A young schoolgirl residing in an all-girls boarding school sneaks out in the middle of the night to meet a boy. In the process of sneaking out, the girl manages to detach a drainage pipe right outside the dorm master’s window. The girl is reprimanded and told to report to the dorm master’s room at 9:00 the next morning. She wakes up on time and knocks gently on the dorm master’s door. The door opens.
Schoolgirl: Good morning sir.
Dorm Master: Ahh yes, please come in. I suppose you know what you are here for?
S: Well sir, you probably will not believe me, but I did not break the drain pipe last night. I was out for a stroll when I saw an abnormally large raccoon climb onto the thing and pull it–
D: Girl, do not be funny with me. I clearly heard you climbing down the pipe. In any case, you are not to be out of bed at those hours. Where were you off to? Out to meet a boy? Hmm?
S: Well what do you expect? It’s a goddamn all-girls school! Where am I to have any fun?
D: Tsk Tsk. This is not the first time you have done this before, is it? You have only been here a month and you’ve been caught sneaking out twice. That is unacceptable. The first time, I let you off with a warning, but this time I am going to have to do something to make sure it never happens again. Young lady come over my lap. Now!
S: What? You can’t spank me! I’m too old for this! I’ll call my parents-
D: Go right ahead, they signed the forms when they enrolled you into this school. Now come here!
I was pulled over HH’s lap, quickly and firmly. The first smack anded on my ass like a ball of fire. I had never been hit so hard by someone’s hand before. I began to squirm and kick, trying to escape my punishment. My insincere please of “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again” had no effect on the dorm master as he reddened my ass.
HH and I had agreed earlier that the first scene should be fairly innocent and that it should be a “getting to know you” hand spanking scene. In all honestly, I have never felt such a strong and stingy slap from someone’s hand before. It was truly a new and amazing experience as I felt almost helpless, laying atop HH’s lap, legs off the ground. I could not help but squirm away from his smacks, even physically trying to turn around and fight it at times. I decided after that scene that I was going to try and be still for him. It has always been difficult for me to stay still when going through physical pain, and it is something I am trying to work on; but I have only made a little bit of progress with that.
Scene II: A Real Life Punishment
A biology student is up the night before her lab is due. The high-school lab write-up calls for a picture of the apparatus used in the experiment. Her partner, the one who has the picture had just lost his camera and was not available to talk to. Panicking, the young biology student asks a friend, who did a similar lab, to send her a picture of the apparatus. Stupidly, she uses this picture for her lab, committing an act of academic misconduct.
HH: Now Sarah*, I believe there was an incident with a biology lab that needs taking care of, no?
Sarah: I suppose
HH: No, you don’t suppose. You know it. Now, do you think there is a safe word for this one?
S: No, sir, I don’t think so.
HH: I don’t either. This is punishment. It will be over when I think you’ve had enough. Do you understand?
S: Yes sir.
HH: Good, now get up on the bed and lay across the pile of pillows.
This “scene” was based off of a true story. The above scenario did in fact happen to me last year. It is not something I am proud of, nor is it something I plan on repeating. This spanking was very much an emotional experience; much more so than a physical one, and it certainly provided some much needed catharsis.
I did not get a warm up for this one. As I laid over the pile of pillows, clutching the top of the blankets, I watched HH pick out an implement. I cannot quite remember what he used. It could have been either a hairbrush or a strap…or both. But what I do remember is that towards what i thought was going to be the end, he gave me a dozen with the cane he had brought. I counted out loud, water coming slowly to my eyes. After twelve hits with the cane, HH looked at me carefully for a moment and shook his head.
“You haven’t had enugh yet – I can see it.”
While I wanted the pain to end, I knew he was right. He picked up a small wooden paddle and teased my ass with it. He leaned over and whispered into me ear,
“I am disappointed in your behaviour. You know that is was not acceptable, and now you must be punished.”
His words had hit me like a sharp smack in the face. I felt tears welling up behind my eyes as I put my head down and waited. The first blow came down and it stung. It stung more than anything else I have felt before. Before long, a second blow came down, and then a third. By this time, I was in tears, more from guilt and shame than from the pain that was being brought onto my ass. I think we must have reached six smacks with the paddle before he had decided I had had enough. I took a moment to lay there and let my tears out before having some major cuddle time with HH. This was certainly one of the most cathartic spankings I have ever had.
To be continued…
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