Real Life Discipline, Erotic Humiliation and Spanking Therapy

  At first, she thought it was demeaning and made her feel so incredibly vulnerable whenever he told her to bend over, pull her panties down around knees, and expose her post private areas in front of him for a random inspection. She found it difficult to stand still and balance properly, or even to think straight and stay focused. Her heart rate instantly increased, and she felt exceedingly anxious, nervous, and embarrassed at having someone’s face inching closer to her. It's so private, so taboo, normally not even shared with a sexual partner, let alone anyone else.  What must he think about her when he inspected every detail of her naked body? She was confident he would scold her for not being properly clean or showered, especially when inspecting her little asshole. She fretted that he might be upset if during the inspection her little pussy had some sparse hairs growing back between regular shavings. A myriad of reasons would sweep through her mind during the inspections as to

She felt beyond shame and humiliation, in a world of absolute desperation and no control over her most "private" acts. Here she was, an ordinarily well-groomed, rather demure, unusually beautiful professional, writhing naked begging and pleading for relief, showing desperation the way a child does. Her face contorted in desperate helplessness, turning an even deeper red from the endless embarrassment of her ordeal, yet she was so soaked between her legs, you could smell her from a mile away. While she was begging, I was calmly thinking if her arousal was because of an enema which had been injected with her ass up in the air, or maybe being prevented from being expelled or the desperation and control...!

  "You know, I had such great plans for this weekend." you say as you slowly pull my pale bottom cheeks apart. I’d kneel at the bottom edge of the bed, face down in a pillow, ass up in the air, legs spread wide. My face burns hot with the embarrassment that I still can't shake when I'm on display in front of you. I can feel your eyes sweeping across my private areas, taking in every exposed inch of flushed skin. You don't mind tears, or crying, or begging as long as I understand that they have no effect on the severity or duration of my ordeal. "I was so looking forward to start training your ass. Was going to give you a nice warm enema to clean you out, that way I could start off with my finger. Take it nice and slowly, stretch you out, getting you ready for your first plug as you requested." My knees start to shake as I listen to your description. I had never allowed any of my boyfriends to get close to my asshole. The idea seems unnatural and unplea

Have you ever experienced a real spanking by a man who has set specific expectations for your behavior?  His rules are clear.  His rules are simple and easy to follow.  There is no reason why you didn't follow them. Maybe you thought he was joking when he told you what would happen should you disobey.  Maybe you had a momentary lapse of judgement.  It doesn't matter.  You are instructed to strip fully naked while he watches and waits. He instructs you to neatly fold and stack your clothes as you undress just like he always expects of you. You feel naked and vulnerable as you wait for his instructions.  You feel little butterflies of anticipation in your stomach not knowing what to expect, how exposed your privates will be or how hard he will spank. You have a momentary feeling of regret and disappointment in yourself for not following his rules.   He motions you over his knee.  You feel the fabric of his clothes against your bare skin reminding you of your nakedness and vulnera

Brinda is a 32 year old hard driving always-in-control professional, who is now under my total control for one weekend. She made a mistake of having a fender-bender with his car after repeated warnings about driving too fast. Even though she had become a popular professor at the well-regarded university, something in her personality had led her to accept being submissive and lose all control. I decided a weekend of training might help her obey directions. Brinda realized that she was going to be a couple of minutes late while driving to me. She had to go home from work to change her professional outfit to punishment ones which are very child-like and embarrassing. I strongly believe in treating naughty women, as children, when they act like one. When she arrived, Brinda was shocked that two of my female friends, Erin 36, and Candace 54, were sitting in the living room, happily chatting. Both looked up when Brinda, who looked harried but striking as always, arrived. Both smiled and said

Her mind was racing, her body was trembling, her pussy juices were flowing freely beneath her, causing a small wet spot to form on the carpet. "That's right, Annette. It is inspection day. So please take position." "Yes, Sir." Her stomach was in knots as she placed both hands on the bed, planting her feet firmly on the ground, spreading her legs as far as she could without losing her balance. Bending forward at the waist her positioned my upper body to be parallel to the floor. With her head up she fixed her gaze to the middle of the room. Waiting and ready for her inspection. "Have you finished drinking your daily water minimum?" My hand rested on her lower back, tracing circles with my fingers gently trailed up and down her spine, causing bumps to rise all over her pale body. My hand stopped at the round of her ass, cupping one firm cheek and then the other. "Yes, Sir. And I managed to drink another large bottle of water before you returned home

  For months she hesitated to try something she was sure wouldn't have any physical or mental satisfaction for her...Being spread open and examined. Like at a doctor's office where she never gets aroused. But at 29, she finally decided to try it, or maybe tried to make me happy. I already took her temperature while she was bending over, reaching back and spreading her cheeks, but I was not satisfied with the result. This time I took the rectal thermometer out of the Vaseline jar. "Place your knees bent and close to your chest and spread your legs," She complied, quickly bending her legs and holding them under the knees and spreading them as wide as possible. She was mortified to be in this position revealing her entire private places as well as her bottom hole to me. "OK, I'm going to put the thermometer in now. Push out a little bit like you are going potty, it will make this a little easier." She tried to comply by flexing her muscles, and then felt th

She finds my page by accident; and, having found it, finds herself secretly returning to it, over and over again, her fascination and arousal growing stronger with each viewing. During the day she finds herself thinking about it: about the stories, the descriptions of the punishments. So humiliating but she can't understand why it turns her on! It can't be real, she thinks, only another example of online fantasy, of vivid imagination without any accompanying basis in fact. And yet, as she sits at her desk, the images replaying in her head, she feels her body accepting the reality that her mind works to reject these forbidden desires . Betrayed by her own reactions, her body responding to the words she's read on the screen. "The baring of the behind, the panties yanked down abruptly and the cheeks chastised"; her body responds to the words. "The trembling hands of that naughty girl spreading the sore buttocks after, the lubed finger probing deep inside the unt

It took only a brief phone call for me to arrange for Brooke to stop by during the day at my place for her random maintenance punishment without advance notice . " Welcome back Brooke. I know you were on your way to work, but you mentioned last night to have disappointed your mother and I am determined to make sure she is soon pleased with how you behave". Let's start out by inspecting you down there. Take off your pants and lower your panties for your panty inspection. This is something you will be experiencing as part of your maintenance punishment ." Brooke shamefacedly took her pants off , disclosing some rather conservative white cotton panties. She was now showing me one of her most intimate areas . I bent to peer into her soiled panty crotch. What I did elicited a curl of Brooke's lips but delight in her head. "Hmm, it looks like you will need some remedial hygiene training if I am correct in seeing that your panties are not as clean as I thought i