jo jo’s Formal Punishment - jo jo
She had an air of sophistication and natural charm, he thought as he watched her drinking her martini. She had worn her black cocktail dress, draped in the pearls he bought her for their first anniversary. He could not help but notice the black sequined belt she had chosen to wind around her waist displaying proudly her nice well-rounded bottom. He felt an immediate reaction, as he thought of it naked before him.
“Hardly a punishment”, she thought as they dined in a cosy little French restaurant - Clos Maggiore. Actually, she really could not believe her good fortune. It was certainly not, what she imagined, to say the least! She looked over at her handsome date, he’s was dashing. White dinner Jacket, black tie, Silver hair. She hoped they would go somewhere quiet afterwards and make love.
They had not been out to dinner for months, since his birthday actually, January 18th. It was not that Sir didn’t enjoy fine dining, but rather he liked to marry it with an occasion. M’mm she mused to herself. “I wonder how this celebration will end.”
“How the year had flown”, she thought, as she watched him enjoying his Treacle Caramelised Gressingham Duck. Her mind darted back to the events of the day and how her heart had stopped momentarily when his email came through. She’d waited for its arrival all afternoon, stopping to check almost every 10 minutes. Then at 5: oo pm precisely it arrived. She had finished her chores and had the house looking wonderful; Sir definitely would be impressed with her effort. He was meticulous in everything he did and expected things to be done right. How could she have fallen so short over these past weeks?
The email read...
Good Afternoon Jo Jo
You are to have the following in place by 6:30pm.
Choose suitable attire for an 8pm Dinner in Town:
Pack one bag only with the following items.
*All clothing to be loose and comfortable.
1. 7 Brassieres
2. 7 Panties
3. 7 pairs of socks
4. 3 pairs of loose fitting jeans
5. 5 long sleeved shirts
6. 4 sets of casual clothes
7. Your Pyjama’s , robe and slippers
8. Walking shoes,
9. Gumboots
10. Hat and Gloves
11. Rain Coat, Wind Jacket,
12. Night attire
13. Toiletries
14. Torch
15. Sun block
16. Moisturiser
17. Your Tennille Evening Gown with your choice of shoes and accessories
18. Make-up
*Do not add to this list!
Glory be...!
What on earth, or should I say... where is he taking me?
This was the strangest request she had ever received. She was not sure whether she even owned three pairs of loose fitting jeans, tight ones - yes of course, she giggled to herself. There was no time to waste, she had to be packed, dressed and waiting in an hour and a half. Just enough time.
Most of his discipline ended in cuddles but on the rare occasion, it wouldn’t. Once he was so annoyed with her he took her to their bedroom, pulled off her panties, put her over his knee and spanked the living daylights out of her. Just when he had, no strength left in his hand he promptly laid her over three pillows on the bed, took the razor strap from where it hung as a reminder on the back of the bedroom door and whipped her arse until she could endure no more. He left her sobbing on the bed. “Don’t come out of this room till morning he commanded her”. She fell asleep heartbroken and did not wake to see if he had slept with her or not that evening.
The waiter came with the dessert menu. “Dessert Sir”, he voice snapped her back to reality. She rarely ate them, but tonight she ordered one, mainly to steal more moments of the evening with him. She smiled at him when the waiter suggested the ‘Gateau au chocolat’, “how he loved chocolate cake.” Their night had been perfect, they laughed and talked and flirted and of course their time together always seemed more evocative because of the ever unspoken knowledge of a spanked bottom lingering always in both their thoughts.
Over time she had grown to understand him, how he compartmentalized his life. It did not matter how busy he was at work, she was always free to call to say hi. She so much needed his attention and he lovingly gave it to her. Once again, she rebuked herself for her recent behaviour. What had she been thinking?
The valet had the car waiting as they left the restaurant; she loved being spoiled this way. As she took her seat she noticed the suitcase sitting on the back seat, she had totally forgotten about that strange request.
He drove for about an hour, their conversation flowed open and easy. He always made her giggles and particularly tonight as her head was giddy with wine. “It would be just awful to be with a Master that forbade me drinking,” she thought, as her long blonde hair blew freely out the window.
The truth was he enjoyed her occasional tipsy state; it made her a little freer with him. He enjoyed her strength and vitality, her bubbly ways, but there was something in her personality that prevented her from letting go, a drink or two and she was a different person, she’d giggle with him and tell him all her secrets like those that she was talking to one of her girlie friends. Sometimes the stories she told him would land her in trouble. He would use it to create opportunities for corner time.
He smiled to himself thinking of her impish ways. Of how she would try to dominate him in bed - not because she was a switch, but because she enjoyed being rebellious and this was her way of being so. He enjoyed her attempts at seducing him and her brave attempts at being ‘top’. It always amused him, because he knew all too well that it only took one stern word from his mouth and she would melt back into her submissive self-offering her torso for use at his command. He loved her, she was his itch. Naughty, adorable, fun loving and most importantly an extremely loyal loving friend to him.
On several occasions that night, he almost cancelled his plans for her discipline.
He stopped the car on a secluded hilltop at the entrance to a farm. It was quiet, not a car in sight. In the distance, you could still see the River Thames winding itself around the famous old buildings. Buckingham Palace and Westminster Abbey, the Tower Bridge, St. Paul Cathedral. She was overwhelmed by the beauty of the city and by him. She was lost in a moment of love, memorized by the night...
“Jo, I need to tell you something, I need to speak with you.” His face looked serious, yet she could not resist him. The moon had etched him in a frame of eroticism and she lunged into his arms kissing him passionately. Separating his lips and swimming in his mouth with her tongue.
“M’mm Sir!” She felt him stiffen immediately, giving her the courage to go further. Hurriedly she unbuckled his belt and released his thick cock that was bulging against the zip of his pants. She bent down to suck a little into her mouth, stoping only to wet her lips. She worked her tongue skilfully. “You’re a filthy little slut,” he said, as she opened his pants freeing his balls and sucking each one in turn. She loved his humiliation during sex, the dirtier he spoke the better it was for her. “Yes sir”, she said, “I am your whore, to use and abuse as you see fit.”
She held the head of his penis in her teeth biting gently at first, until he started to feel the pain shoot through his body... “ARGHHH, easy up girl”, and he immediately responded by slapping her arse with his big hand. “You fucking little brat”, he said, playing along with her. She had taken him over the edge and he knew their ‘little talk’ would have to wait.
“Please Sir, please make me beg”. It was one of her many little games and he loved playing it. “Down on your knees slut, now beg for it slut. Beg for me to cram my big prick down your little whore mouth.”
Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, she begged him. “Please Sir, fuck my mouth hard.” She wanted it so badly and he didn’t make her wait too long before he took his rock hard cock and forced her head down on it, forcing it down the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed. Pulling away from him, he forced her again, but this time she was ready for it, swallowing as it entered her throat, taking it past her gag point and sliding that thick cock way back as far as she could. She was lost in passion and he loved looking at her, she began breathing through her nose so she could relax her muscles enough for him to get its full and thick length deeper into her throat. Just where he liked it. She felt it tighten inside her.
“Oh, yes baby” he said, as his body stiffened and began thrusting hard into her face. He felt like he was in her tight pussy as she began squeezing her throat muscles to his rhythm. His screams of pleasure sounded like magic to her ears. He fucked her harder than he ever had before, passionately yet somewhat coldly and he pulled out just in time to spray cum all over her wonton little slut face. She loved it.
Looking at her in the moonlight she looked so innocent, she had a manner about her that was bewitching, especially with his cum still dripping from her face. He slipped his hand under her dress and traced his finger down her leg flicking her panties to the side exposing a very wet cunt. What a shame to waste this pussy juice he said as he kissed her mouth tasting his own cum. Your Master’s going lick you out even though you’re a naughty girl and don’t deserve it. “Why don’t you ask you Sir to lick you out baby girl?”
Not waiting for her to answer he lifted her pussy lips up to his mouth. His right hand circling her hardened clit. “O you smell good,” he said and his tongue worked up inside of her. Would you like me to finger that little fuck-hole, would you...? Yeah?” She groaned in ecstasy as his large fingers entered her roughly. Here baby girl, this will make you feel better, fucking her now with three fingers deep up inside her and teasing her g spot.
Her head spinning in desire and squeezing her own nipples hard, spreading her legs further apart, her body trembling as he stuffed 4 fingers up into he. Her cunt muscles contracting tighter and tighter. She was ready to cum when he sat up and pushed her back in her seat. “Did you ask me permission to cum?” He mockingly scolded her. “No, you didn’t you little cum slut, Sir’s going to have to spank that little pussy hole of yours now.” Taking his cock in his hand, he began to hit her pussy with it. Spanking it with his growing hard cock he said, your pussy needs a thrashing. His voice, his cock, his authority it was all turning her on so much she could take no more and she began to sincerely beg for him to fuck her.
With that he forced himself in her and began to pump her pussy, taking her over the edge to orgasm. Oooooooooo, she squealed with delight as waves of ecstasy spasming through her body. O fuck Sir, thank you was all she could say as she fell limp in his arms. He gently kissed her, “I love you baby. You know that don’t you?” Looking up at him, “Yes Sir, I know that.”
They laid there for a few more minutes enjoying each other. He looked over the back seat and saw the suitcase. Sitting up and adjusting his clothes, he said. Sweetheart it’s almost time for your discipline to begin.
She smiled and hugged him. “Yes Sir, I know I deserve it and I will never treat you like that again. I promise.”
“That’s right baby, because you are going to learn to appreciate your Master and what he does for you.” Sometimes it takes more than a thrashing Jo, to change a behaviour. I have been spanking that bottom of yours for a long time now. Now it’s time for some serious discipline.”
At 10:30pm sharp, a car appeared from up the driveway. She didn’t take any notice of it until he leaned over and kissed her. Grab you bag honey; this is where you get off. She looked up at in disbelief.
He got out of the car and greeted the man on the other side of the gate, he spoke briefly to him and then handed him a folder.
He went to the back seat and got her suitcase “Come on sweetheart it’s late.” She sat in disbelief; she was frozen to the seat. “What is happening Sir?” she begged.
He opened her door and almost having to pull her out, he said. “Joanne let me introduce you to a friend of mine, Master Hattin”. Master Hatin was very important British Army Colonel Jo, he now runs a Slave Training Camp.
“Colonel Sir, please meet my sub-girl Joanne.”
She nervously put out her hand for him to shake it, but he just nodded, picked up her suitcase and demanded her to get into the truck immediately...
Frightened she looked at her Master, looking for answers.
“Its okay Joanne do what you’re told and be a good girl.”
He stood there watching the tail lights of the old truck disappear into the night. “She’ll be fine”, he chided himself as he felt a tear form in his eye. “She’ll be fine”.
My Big Mistake - jo jo
It was around 5pm and I knew it was almost time for my Master’s car to pull into the drive. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at the clock. I was particularly anxious this afternoon because I knew I was in dreadful trouble. I had displeased him this morning; in fact, he was more than displeased, he was livid. I knew I deserved what was about to come, because I had broken the one rule that I was never, ever to break.
Rule number One. Start everyday in obedience.
We discussed his rules and I warmly embraced every one, they all made me feel safe, protected, loved and secure and each of them was important for the creation and continuance of our ethos.
Rule number One. Start everyday in obedience - every morning I am to wake him in the usual way, sliding down in the bed and taking his beautiful swollen cock in my mouth. It was to be my daily pleasure to bring him the gratification he so rightly desires and deserves.
This morning I woke especially tired, we had played the evening before and I had been tied up and thoroughly spanked which resulted in me cumming several times, with permission of course. This morning for the first time since we had been living together I slipped out of bed before he woke and headed straight into the spare bedroom to go back to sleep again. I knew he would not look for me in there. It really does go beyond saying that I wished I had not now, particularly knowing how my disobedience angers him more than anything else does. I know I will suffer greatly for being insolent and ungrateful to my loving Master.
I had no idea that he would not go to work that morning, so when the time had come for him to leave I got out of bed, showered, and meandered into the kitchen. It was already well past 9am and I was hungry and was looking forward to treating myself to a hot breakfast. You can imagine my horror when I saw him sitting at the end of the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I came to an abrupt halt my feet stuck to the floor and I could feel my face redden. I was visibly shaking inside and I stood motionless waiting to be addressed.
He continued reading the paper as if he did not notice me; I did not know what to do or what to say. I had been caught, well and truly caught!
I felt a slight pang of conscience as I saw him sitting there with only a cup of coffee in front of him, as it was always my pleasure to go and get his morning paper and cook his breakfast; I always enjoyed watching him read while eating his breakfast.
He put the newspaper down and rose up off his chair, without even looking at me; He picked up his briefcase and walked towards the door. With his backed still turned from me he said, "Be waiting for me in my study when I return, be kneeling naked facing the corner and be prepared for a long painful punishment." The door closed behind him and I was not sure whether it had banged louder than usual or whether it was the sound of my heart thumping. Today was the first time he had ever gone to work without giving me a kiss goodbye, even when he had been cross he always kissed me goodbye.
Now he was home. I heard the car door close and the sound of his footsteps on the veranda. He opened the door and I barely had time to make it into his study. I hurriedly, but carefully folded my clothes and placed them on the floor and knelt in the way I had been taught. My face deep into the corner, my knees slightly spread apart, my bottom pushed out a little to expose my holes and my hands folded on my head with my elbows spread wide. It was humiliating and very intimidating. Kneeling in the waiting position and having all your holes exposed and Sir knew waiting like this always caused the tears to flow, but gratefully he did not mind my tears, I think he knew me well enough to understand that they were always out of repentance rather than pleading. I think he has come to accept them as part of me and I believe he expects them...
Today I seemed to wait for him longer than I ever had before, my knees had become numb and my arms ached; however I dared not move an inch, I just waited.
It is strange how you can feel the presence of someone even before they speak or make a sound. I felt his steel blue eyes piece into my soul on many occasions. I knew he had entered the room. Stand, he commanded me, I stood up nervously, and not daring to lift my eyes, the circulation in my legs began to return, my feet feeling the tingle of pins and needles causing me to stumble. He reached out his hand and helped me to my feet.
He led me to his large ebony desk and forced me across it. I was on the tips of my toes as he stretched me over its width. I knew he was still displeased by his heavy breathing, He tied my hands with rope to the legs on His side of the desk, and he was hurting me and did not seem to mind. He then placed a spreader bar on my ankles and proceeded to tie them in place.
“Can you tell me why you are here”, he said and he sat in his chair holding his senior cane.
“I broke the rules.” I said, as I squirmed involuntarily at the sound of his stern voice.
He whipped the air with the cane causing me to jump.
“You will soon jump!” He said, “I’m going to give you good reason to jump.”
I began to cry, I did not mean to and I did not do it for sympathy, but I was scared. I always loved my punishments, but this one seemed to be different. He was not role-playing today.
I heard him stand and felt him move around behind me, his tool of correction whipping in the air as if he needed to practise. Hardly I thought, his aim was always perfect. He could Kris cross my ass leaving a perfect pattern to look at for days later.
I clenched my bottom and waited, I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs and I knew he too could see, for I didn't know how it would feel. I knew He was waiting for me to try and negotiate the impact.
Then it hit, like lightning falling from the sky.
CRACK!
Instantly my body rose from the desk had the ropes not been so secure I would have hit the ceiling.
The again.... WHOOSHHHHHHHHHH
It landed right across my bottom and the pain was instant. I screamed in agony and I knew it was only the beginning.
He did not stop and he showed no intention of stopping. I stifled my screams as best I could and I obediently counted each and every stroke. I counted to twenty and I wanted to beg him to stop, but I knew that never worked, in fact it just rewarded me with five more.
I was beginning to feel as if I would pass out when he stopped.
He undid my hands and took me into his arms leading me into bed where he laid and held me.
“It hurts me to have to punish you like that.” He whispered in my ear.
I nodded and was extremely grateful to him for his love and forgiveness. My entire body was radiating pain, but I was extremely happy as I wrapped myself into him.
"Shhhhhhhh, Shhhhhhhh, sleep now lilone”
"It is all over now."
I looked into his eyes and found my soul there. I do not remember falling asleep, but when I woke early the next morning, my body was still in agony. Somehow, that did not concern to me at all, I just lay there waiting for his eyes to open so I could show him how much I truly loved Him.
I love you Sir
Jo Jo
xxxx
Oversleeping - Don Brown
Jo jo was woken with a hard slap on her bare bottom by her daddy, it was 7.10, how could she have slept in.
She knew that daddy liked his first cup of coffee at 6.30
She was having the most perfect dream, obviously about the man she adored and wanted to always be with.
He had just lifted her up into His strong arms and placed her over the 3 pillows He had already arranged in the centre of the King size bed.
As a special treat He had decided to miss out her first corner time.
He lowered her white cotton panties to just below her knees and tucked her skirt into the waistband.
She raised her bottom proud of the pillows to greet the first cut of daddy’s belt, when………………
“Owwwwww I`m so sorry Daddy, I over slept, please do not be cross with me, I was dreaming of you.”
Daddy smiled as he lifted her out of her bed and over his knee.
“An easy thing to do lilone, but still one which need correcting”
“Yes Sir” jo jo draped herself over His knee and was spanked to sobs, then tears quite quickly.
Her little bottom ablaze with daddy’s hand prints, turning from white to red.
Daddy stopped and rubbed her bottom, her legs instinctively opened a little and she was rewarded with a gentle stroke of her tiny pussy lips.
She made a huge sigh and just laid over her Daddy`s knee, warm, protected and loved so much.
Which Implement - jo jo Brown
It will soon be time for my correction and i know daddy will tell me to go and choose an implement. I really, really, really hate this and its simply not fair, cause they all hurt, just each one hurts differently.
The problem is if i grimace or show any kind of reluctance than i know daddy will add on the amount of strokes i am to receive, which in turns makes me automatically pout which then adds on more of the horrid swats with the implement of choice, or worse still He will then just go ahead and choose not one but several. So you see it is a very painful (no pun intended) situation to be found in.
Daddy says there is nothing more effective than a thoroughly spanked bottom and He loves to hear the sound of a lilone’s bottom being attended to, this for us is loving domestic discipline. (LDD)
I have to chose my own discipline object, and i know that it does me the world of good when i receive my maintenance, you see somehow it settles me and reminds me to be respectful and appreciative of my daddy’s love and constant attention. If i don’t receive it then i know i will without doubt misbehave and become frustrated and more likely to quarrel with daddy.
I think sight and sound has a lot to do with the excitement of discipline. Watching daddy undo his belt from his pants and slowly walk over to me with it doubled up in his hands, those hands that tenderly hold me and love me, also bring me to heights of passion, as well as.. yes tears.
Laying over a couple of pillows with my bottom pointed high in the air just waiting for the sound of his implement resonating through the room produced from the bareness of my rounded posterior can be both frightening and thrilling at the same time.
Even an over the knee (OTK) hand spanking can be effective in bringing me to my senses and thus making me remember who and what daddy is. The Head of the house (HoH) of my world.
Then there is the dreaded brush, i hate it. It whacks and stings and there is very little erotic fantasy involved with it. It produces a thud and then the sensation of a sting. I usually get the brush for a punishment, which is no fun at all, so i would definitely never choose the brush.
Next in line would be the cane and it can be very cruel to a young girls bottom and tops of her legs. However I must admit it does create incredible feelings of eroticism and excitement, but the pain it delivers makes one soon forget about any kind of play. The moments leading up to a caning is foreboding. Feeling daddy standing there with it in his hand, knowing that He will tell me to bend over his big desk with my bottom rising higher than i like and my hands reaching far across the table to its edge. Holding on tight helps to ease the excrusiating pain each strike inflicts.
I shut my eyes tightly as i hear the bamboo rip through the air and find its target, my legs automatically rise from the floor and my body goes into involuntary shudders as the pain rushes from my bottom to my brain and then immediately back down to my bottom again. My hands long to leave the edge of the desk to rub and hold my bottom for comfort… but i know that will only cause an instant whackkkkkkkkkk from daddy on them so i struggle resist and wait in silence for the next stroke and for daddy’s permission to rub.
My choice implement usually is the crop, its my friend. Oh that swishing sounds it makes as it cuts through the air is just as scary as the cane, but the effect on my bottom is not as severe, thank goodness and... did i mention after several swats the crop is then used on my pussy in a most delicious way. Yes m'mmm the feeling i get then is sooooooooooooo wonderful.
So of course today for my discipline.
I will choose the crop!
The end.
