The Governess Cane & a Cottage Part 1

Minx in the Cottage Part 1

Since starting their new agreed lifestyle Minx & EH had also committed to spending one weekend away a month together. EH had booked a secluded cottage in the Cotswolds and took Friday off to relax & pack.

Minx went to log on her pc & found a note on her desk. It simply read:

1. Pack for my pleasure.
2. Ensure you bring your punishment book (up to date)
3. Report to my office at 3pm today (on the dot, without fail)

Blimey, she hadn’t been sure if weekends away would even include her weekly discipline. Clearly there was no choice in the matter. She checked her emails & went to pack. Already she was getting excited and the thought of being EH’s spank toy for the weekend was making her very very moist. He had nipped out to the supermarket & she nipped back upstairs to lie on the bed.

She dived under the covers and whipped out her vibe. She began remembering the most memorable spankings she had had from EH. She began to rub her nipples & gently rock the vibe back and forth against her clit. One memory in particular was a bath spanking she had recently endured and it was filling her with excitement. She drew it out, wanting to savour the moment & eventually shuddered & shivered with desire. But it wasn’t enough, she wanted more and closed her eyes to focus on a second memory, it took her longer the second time around but she could usually do it.

She turned the vibrator up; it was quite old & very loud. She imagined 3pm and what it may hold, hopefully a bare bottom spank before the drive. The thoughts of another recent spanking, when EH had simply yanked down her knickers and paddled her butt (Just Because) was making her moan & gasp in pleasure.

“So this is what you do when I go out is it?”

Shit. She sat up. He had never ever caught her doing this before. Ever. He flicked back the covers to reveal the vibrator down her knickers.

“I think I’ll take this young lady, and I suggest you ask in future to pleasure yourself as we have previously agreed?. In the meantime I would like you to strip and have some corner time to reflect on your sluttish behaviour”

She got up, mortified she had been caught. Embarrassed at having to take her clothes off she felt he was being totally unfair. She took off her clothes and hesitated before going to the corner.

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong”

“No sweetie, you were just being a slut without my permission. I had not given prior consent and therefore you must reflect on your disobedience.You are my wife after all"He grabbed her left ear & led her to the corner.

“Hands on your head please; I do not want you finishing yourself off without permission”

He sat on the edge of the bed and considered her punishment. She was already scheduled for a spanking at 3pm before the drive. Christ why today? He was going to make her wait until they got there. That way she would have to dread it all day seeing as it would be a punishment discipline. He watched her for 10 minutes and then turned her to face him her hands were still firmly on her head.

“I’d like you to pack now sweetie, I expect you to stay undressed. I would also like you to pack the Governess cane & the riding crop for your punishment. I will not be punishing you for masturbating until tonight. Do you understand?”

The Governess was an extremely unpleasant cane. She dreaded its use across her bottom. It was a long severe cane, one that welted her backside every time it was used. Not only was that he making her wait. How bad was that? Her emotions were mixed. She wanted to tell him he couldn’t control every desire and that she had a right to masturbate if she wanted to! But the Governess silenced her. She would have to be on her best behaviour and submit an apology. Not even a spank and she had to stay undressed! The crop had been hers before meeting EH and a previous Master had commanded she keep it in the boot of her car for his pleasure. EH had subsequently taken it to “be looked after”.

She went to pack. Hating EH she considered not packing anything sexy at all. But the thought of the Governess kept returning & she got some outfits together. Bastard!

1. Her school uniform and regulation gym knickers
2. Her peephole seethru nighty & crotchless knickers
3. Her spanking pantie set.

That should do. She looked at the clock. 11.30. God this was going to be long day. She shoved the rest of her stuff in the case & went into his office to get the cane & crop. He purposefully didn’t turn around. This she hated, he couldn’t be that mad could he?

She packed them away & went to fill out her punishment book. Her chair was cold against her bare bottom and she was getting moody. He watched her keep lifting her buttocks off the chair, smiling at her nudity & submission. She needed to keep herself occupied, naked for the next 3 hours. This was the worst he had done, making her wait for the unknown & the cane naked. She felt so ashamed, not of masturbating but of the humiliation of being without clothes, and the thought of being caned just filled her with emotion.

She burst into tears, from nowhere. She wasn’t a cryer but this new life sure was hard ( when it wasn’t going her way of course!) He went to her and took her in his arms.

“Why are you crying?” He was kind of shocked, she hadn’t cried before?

“Im getting the the the cane!”

“Why are you getting the cane?”

“Because , because…sniff snort, I pleasured myself!”

“No not because of that, you disobeyed a rule and therefore you deserve a disobedience punishment”

“But , but the cane, the Governess? Sniff , Sniff”

“I should be the one to determine your pleasure, therefore it is a very serious breach of trust, what do you think I should punish you with?”

“Erm, sniff, erm the cane I suppose…”

“You suppose? What else will determine your behaviour in the future?”

“Nothing I guess, I do understand, its just waiting, can’t you do it now?”

“Minx you know much better than to tell me how & when to punish you. I will ignore the last statement due to your upset, but if you continue the strokes with the Governess will multiply. Now go & put on a nighty to keep warm, make us some lunch and think about the fun we are going to have in our cottage”

Jesus, this making her wait certainly had an effect. He had never seen her like this & wasn’t sure he could follow it through. He had to. He knew if he backed out all the hard work they had put in would be for nothing. He did make a mental note to make it only six strokes, she was suffering already!

They had lunch and before she knew it it was 3pm. She had bathed and replaced her nightie. It was short enough to be pulled up over her bottom with no effort. She knocked on his office door at 2.59pm.

He explained that this was to be a pre holiday spanking to warm up her bottom for the weekends events. It had meant to be a type of erotic spanking to get her in the mood, but she just wasn’t smiling. Ahh well , he placed her over his knee & warmed up her butt. It needed a good spanking ready for the Governess. He spanked her naked bottom, watching her cheeks jiggle up and down. He was so so hard, desperate to show her he loved her. This was the hardest part of disciplining her when she was naughty. He helped her up & hugged & kissed her, she hugged him back tightly. “I didn’t mean to disobey you, I was thing about the bath spanking and”

“Shhhhhhhh you can explain later, go and clean yourself up and get dressed to go”

She was wet, always after a spanking, good or bad she was horny as hell. She dare not pleasure herself, cleaned herself up & got ready quickly. The drive was long and the only thoughts in her head the cane. They made small talk on the way, stopped for an evening meal in a pub and eventually arrived at the cottage.

Her heart was in her mouth, he had already got her to remove her(wet) knickers in the pub toilets. It was after 11 and she knew he was tired. They took their bags upstairs and he removed the Governess and took her outside. Behind the garden was woods (How convenient) he pulled her quickly through the gate and frog marched her to a tree.

He put her hands around the tree trunk and lifted up her skirt. She tried to prepare herself mentally; her crotch was rubbing against the bark…….

To be continued

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