-8-

After struggling a few seconds more, Kim suddenly spoke up and answered my question.

"I'm kind of scared about actually having my fantasy come true," she said, "but I really do want you to go through with it. I want you to dominate me."

I felt relief all over again that she hadn't changed her answer from a moment before. I was watching her face closely as she finished what she was saying and lost some of her abstracted look, and I realized that she suddenly looked frightened. But her fright seemed to be mixed with an expression of lustful anticipation that seemed out of place on Kim's normally innocent face. I noticed then that her lips were parted -- she was licking them nervously -- and she was beginning to breathe heavily through her mouth. She seemed to have lost all her hostility, and I was positive she was starting to feel aroused again.

I took a moment to calm down from Kim's angry reaction, then decided to switch to a less confrontational form of interchange. To hell with normal conversation! She was still compelled to tell the truth so I took advantage of that and began to ask her some sexually oriented questions about her fantasy. I knew the answers already, but I hoped the questions would gradually direct her thoughts where I wanted and get her used to the idea of being dominated. I had Kim tell me how she pictured getting a schedule of punishments when she was bad. She explained about her diet weigh-in fantasy and the fantasy she had about getting caught masturbating. Making Kim tell me these things was sexy for me, and I knew Kim had never told anyone these details before so it had to be a powerful experience for her as well. As she was explaining her fantasy punishments, she discovered she had to use embarrassing private words for parts of the body and taboo acts -- a suggestion I'd made two days ago when she'd told me about her private words.

While Kim was talking, I was beginning to feel turned on myself, so I was surprised Kim didn't show any signs of arousal until she finished speaking. But about a second afterward Kim suddenly blushed as red as a beet, redder than I'd ever seen her.

"Aside," she said suddenly, "I'm starting to lubricate and imagining how I'm probably going to be paddled in a little while." All right! Now to keep it up!

"What kind of thing do you fantasize getting paddled with, Kim?" I asked.

She started to tell me about the paddles she'd gone out to buy on Wednesday. Of course she hadn't known she was under orders to do that, and I'd done what I could to be sure she wouldn't do anything compulsive while she was shopping. I was eventually convinced it was safe to let her go because she was really wide awake, not even acting under compulsion, just motivated to buy some sex toys for her fantasy life. She certainly had enough toys like that already in her bedside table.

My idea in sending Kim off to do this was that a fetish object like a paddle would have a lot of extra resonance if Kim chose it herself. But I was surprised when I came home from work and saw she'd bought two paddles from different stores. I guess it was for the best, since the Jokari paddle she'd brought home was completely out of the question. I'd had some experience with bruised bottoms during my relationship with Julie, and I knew I wouldn't be able to use the Jokari paddle with a light enough touch to prevent awful bruising: it was much too heavy to use on Kim. The thin Italian boot-horn paddle, on the other hand, felt just right, rather light weight but whippy so it would really hurt if I swung it hard. But I could also use it very lightly; it gave me a lot of control.

I asked Kim a few questions about being paddled and observed her as she answered in embarrassing detail in a perfectly level tone of voice, then blushed extravagantly as she waited for the next question. She told me about her fantasy of having me give her a paddling in the woods, and I realized that her face suddenly looked different, the way I'd seen a couple of girlfriends look when we'd been petting for a half-hour and they were losing their resistance to going further. Kim still looked as attractive as ever, but as if she'd just awakened, lips more broadly sketched below a flaring nose and heavy-lidded eyes, and her breasts somehow seemed to have grown larger. I stopped talking and just stared at her for a moment. She seemed to take the hiatus as an opportunity to pull herself together, and muster some resistance again.

"Bob," she said, suddenly. "Should I assume that you're going to take advantage of my hypnotic conditioning to subjugate my will and hurt me?"

I was a bit tentative answering this. "But you just said yourself that it was what you really wanted," I said. "You don't doubt that do you?"

"What do you know about what I really want?" Kim asked, suddenly sounding upset. "How do you think I feel sitting here hearing myself tell you all these things? Goddammit, I've never been so humiliated." I could see tears in Kim's eyes, and reached across to touch her face and comfort her, but she brushed me away. "I suppose you think that I want everything in my fantasy translated directly into reality," she continued. "Why not take her right down to Harvard Square and have her pull her clothes off, right? Dammit, just because I fantasized about things when I was playing with my . . . button in bed with the door shut and the lights off, doesn't mean I can stand to have them happen to me in real life!"

She looked really pitiful at the end of this, and I felt sorry for her. I reached out again to comfort her and she tried to ward me off, but without any real force, looking scared and helpless. So I stood up and walked around the table to take her by the shoulders, kneeling so my face was on a level with hers. I brushed my fingertips against her pretty face and I could feel the wetness.

"Try to trust me a little," I said. I wanted to get it across that she'd really be safe in my hands. "I've already thought about how to handle things like this. I've ordered you to unconsciously tell me things that are important to how you feel, anything I should know, without realizing you're speaking. You'll tell me if you think some punishment is too mild or too hard to take, and I'll be able to act on what you tell me. Of course you won't remember saying these things, so you won't consciously think of yourself as having any control. But you see you don't have to worry that I'll make you do something you can't stand."

Kim looked at me sorrowfully for a moment, maybe cheering up a tiny bit because of what I'd just said. Suddenly her face got an expression I'd been learning to associate with naughty thoughts and she said, "Aside. I just realized that you could make me volunteer ideas for humiliating punishments when they occur to me, and it seems like such an erotic idea that it's turning me on again."

I decided Kim was fully recovered now that she was getting such frisky ideas. I repeated what she'd just said back to her to make sure she knew I'd read her thoughts, and I watched as Kim's dawning comprehension brought another flush to her face. It struck me that she was beginning to enjoy this a little.

I considered for a moment, then told Kim I was going to stop questioning her for now. I thought I'd turned the corner in the last few minutes and overcome most of her resistance, so I wanted to give her a little rest from the humiliation of telling me about her fantasies. Kim looked relieved when I announced this, and I said, "This is pretty embarrassing, huh?"

She bowed her head submissively. "Yes."

"Is it sexy, too?"

She blushed nicely. "Yes, but . . ."

She trailed off, but that was a pretty good admission at this stage. I think she was realizing I actually felt protective toward her, and that she could trust me at an important level.

"Kim," I said, "Deep trance!"

This was my new trigger phrase that worked only when Kim heard me say it, and she immediately took on a completely relaxed attitude. I asked her a few questions about how she was feeling, and it was pretty much as I'd expected. She was starting to accept being dominated by me, starting to feel kind of turned on by the idea, and I encouraged her to continue thinking that way. Over the next ten minutes I told her it would start feeling natural that I was in charge of her and punished her when she was bad.

I removed the compulsion to tell the truth, then woke her up and started to explain about the diet weigh-in ceremonies on Saturdays. I didn't think she was at all overweight myself, but it seemed best to go along with things that made her feel she deserved punishment. Next, I told her how I was going to keep her horny and frustrated, and suggested when it got to be too much to take she'd have to ask my permission to masturbate. The idea seemed to shock her, although it was a standard fantasy of hers. I realized the translation of fantasy to reality was going to be a constant surprise for Kim at the beginning. I mentioned how receptive she'd be to any humiliating counter-offer of mine when she asked permission to masturbate, and suggested I might make her do it while I watched. As I continued to tease Kim, it was fascinating to watch her embarrassment became more and more intense, until she was so red-faced and wretched she was actually squirming in her chair.

Suddenly Kim let me know in an "Aside" that she was becoming extremely aroused, picturing me watching her invisibly when she tried to masturbate. I decided to draw this to a close and ended by telling Kim she could get away with stroking off if I didn't actually catch her at it, and that she wouldn't automatically tell me any thoughts she had about masturbating. Then I told her about the other rules she'd remember when the situations came up, and made it clear I was winding up what I had to say. As I sat back, I could see Kim's worried expression, and she let me know in an aside that she was expecting me to paddle her now.

But after more than fifteen minutes teasing her about her sexual fantasies, I decided it was time to cool Kim down for a few minutes and maybe let her get a grasp on how she really wanted this to happen. I'd had plenty of experience with this kind of scene -- Kim needed to take a break occasionally. I couldn't keep her feeling hot and horny all the time or she wouldn't be able to last through a long session, and in her fantasies the first session was quite extended. Besides, one of the major things that Kim would find sexy about being dominated was not knowing what was going to happen next, thinking her master might act arbitrarily. Very few masochists would just climb into a spanking machine if they had one. Not knowing what to expect was the most significant element of the experience.

So I acted as if I was bringing the session to an end. My CD finished and I went to change it while I told Kim she was off the hook until next Saturday or until I caught her doing something naughty. When she fully realized what I was saying, Kim looked like I'd just dropped her into a bath full of ice water. From squirming around in embarrassed excitement, her posture quickly became drooped and dejected. As I sat back down at the table, I made a final statement. "So that's it! Even if you pick up some punishments during the week, I might put them off until next Saturday." Right, I was rubbing it in: a whole week away!

"Aside," she said suddenly in a somewhat altered accent, a Southern way of speaking. "Kim should be punished for leaving the tape downstairs last Tuesday. In her fantasy, Bob wouldn't let her get away with that tape business. She expects to really get it!"

I'd found out when I first asked Kim to suggest punishments for herself that she sometimes spoke in the third person with a different voice, and I learned it was the same when she fantasized. It seemed that when Kim was twelve she'd had a cousin named Peggy come and live with her family for a few months. In the first few weeks Kim had confided some of her fantasies to the other girl, and the sensations she got when she rubbed her pubic area. Kim was precocious about sex and Peggy was somewhat older, so she'd understood.

A little later Kim and her cousin started to fight and acted incredibly bitchy to each other. Twice Kim got paddled after hearing Peggy tell on her to her parents about some childish crime, and afterwards Peggy teased her that she'd tell her parents about Kim's fantasies and what she got up to at night. After Peggy went back home, Kim started getting a lot of other erotic feelings as she entered real adolescence, and in her fantasies Kim continued to imagine Peggy's voice telling on her and getting her punished, only now Kim was being punished by the boys in her classes. The imaginary Peggy would conspire with the boys to make Kim submit, for fear her fantasies would become generally known in the school, or because Peggy threatened to display nude pictures of Kim playing with herself, or for some other reason -- whatever was the embarrassing fantasy of the week. Personally, I thought this was all wonderfully erotic. Kim wasn't actually confused about who she was or anything, she just found it natural under hypnosis to take Peggy's persona, speak in Peggy's voice when she needed to suggest details of punishments for Kim. I enlisted the Peggy persona in a conspiracy to tell on Kim, and Peggy always sounded like she was gloating about Kim being punished. Peggy was so mean!

Of course it was pretty transparent that the ultimate purpose of Peggy's tale-carrying was Kim's sexual gratification, but Kim's unconscious wasn't trying to conceal her sexual motives -- just the reverse! The idea was to let me know what would turn her on most. I'd thought about paddling Kim for leaving the tape already of course, but I wasn't going to let her know that for awhile. I wanted to wait and spring it on her. Kim was staring at me with a kind of fascinated expression, and she suddenly flushed and looked away, obviously breaking off an embarrassing train of thought.

"Aside," she said in Peggy's voice, " You can just ask Kim if there's anything she needs to be punished for right now, and she'll have to bring up the tape because she'll be afraid of getting caught in a lie." I ignored this and Kim flushed again, unaware of what she'd told me but obviously thinking about how it might happen. Kim suddenly stood up, picked up the coffee cups and dishes from the table, and brought them over to the sink. She ran some hot water to clean them and then drank a couple of glasses from the cold tap. I waited for a little time to pass so Kim would lose her expectation that punishment was imminent, and to let her calm down a bit more. Now that I had a little time to think, I found I was getting aroused.

After a few minutes, as Kim put the last rinsed dish to drain, I said, "Of course there's the tape."

She looked around, obviously having lost the earlier thread of thought, and not connecting this with anything. "What?" she asked.

"The tape. It was very naughty of you to leave the tape so I'd find it last Tuesday. You have to be punished for that, don't you?"

Kim's eyes suddenly squeezed shut and she gave a little shiver of what looked like erotic excitement. "You bastard!" She said in a quivering voice. "You were teasing me! You're going to punish me!" She looked completely turned on again.

I was feeling pretty turned on myself. "It seems like you deserve it," I said. "You were very naughty leaving that tape around, weren't you?" Kim flushed and slowly nodded, which turned me on even more. It was like Kim was consciously agreeing she deserved a paddling! Great! Impulsively, I decided to see if Kim would obey me naturally, and in a voice I tried to make sound as commanding as possible I said, "Now come over here!"

Kim moved immediately to obey. I'd thought of using hypnotic compulsion, but this was much better, seeing her obey me without resistance. Kim came and stood in front of my chair, inches away, and I could feel the warmth of her flesh next to mine. I reached to touch her and her breath quickened. I placed my right hand on her back and turned her so she faced to my left, then put my left hand on her belly, near her crotch. I pressed against her back to bend her over, and she moved pliantly to take up the position I indicated, then I patted her bottom through the light material of her shorts. My breath was coming hard and I had a powerful erection. I'd never touched the flesh on her ass before, and she felt so voluptuous back there, hard, firm muscle, but at the same time soft and yielding. So nice! I took my left hand and reached between her lower thighs, sliding my hand up until I was just brushing her groin. She remained bent over and thought I could feel heat emanating from between her legs. She was trembling slightly.

"Aside, you have to be truthful, but I want you to remember me asking this question," I said. "You have to tell me what fits your fantasy. How many smacks should you get for the trick you pulled with the tape? " I patted her bottom again, and as I did it she made a small shrill sound.

"Eighty smacks," she said in a husky voice, " with the boothorn paddle." I'd told her that was the one she should fantasize about after she'd brought it home.

"I want you to go up to your room and bring the paddle right back down," I told her, "Bring it here to me." I couldn't resist giving her another pat on the bottom, and she seemed to rock forward a little, then straightened up and started obediently up the stairs.

-9-

As I went through the living room closing the blinds, I noticed a problem: the erection I had as I walked around in my shorts made me feel comical. I felt like I was playing the Steve Martin routine in "The Man With Two Brains" when his wife won't sleep with him. I'd looked for the special briefs I used to wear to contain my erection when I was disciplining Julie in Berkeley, but I must not have packed it when I came to Boston. My bulging fly just didn't fit with what I thought was the proper dominant demeanor, and I didn't think I was going to be able to lose my erection during the coming session. I'd be lucky to keep from pulling myself off again as I had a few times since Tuesday during hypnosis sessions with Kim. I didn't want to do that, though. I wanted to take my time and enjoy every moment of this. I expected to have Kim's clothes off in a few minutes and then to start her punishment, and this time she'd be aware of everything that was happening! The experience was so erotically important to Kim (and me!) that I wanted to be sure it went well!

I heard Kim coming down the stairs and as soon as she reached the kitchen, I said, "Kim. Deep trance." Then I asked her how she was, and she told me she was starting to accept the idea of being punished, thinking about the rules she'd have to follow, and how she'd want to be "good" so she wouldn't "get it". I encouraged her again, telling her to do more of the same. Then I told her that from now on she wouldn't notice the constant bulge of my erection -- it just wouldn't be visible to her. I also repeated an earlier injunction to tell me immediately if anything that happened didn't fit her fantasy or felt wrong to her. She surprised me by immediately saying that she'd want to notice my erection sometimes to know that her body aroused me. That was a kind of exciting idea, so I compromised by saying she'd be able to notice it occasionally, as much as she needed for the assurance she wanted. Then I woke her up and walked her into the living room.

Kim immediately looked self-conscious and frightened again. As soon as I stopped she handed me the paddle and then stood there, stepping from one foot to another apprehensively. I explained to her how she should obey what she was told without being forced, no matter how embarrassing it was. She understood what I said, although she seemed to be all eyes, fascinated by the paddle in my hand. Then I told her that her punishment was starting, and ordered her to take off her clothes.

It was incredibly sexy watching Kim struggle with embarrassment trying to undress. I'd made a number of suggestions that should add to her modesty. She was reacting like a young adolescent being taped on a VCR, with no guarantee that the VCR tape wouldn't be shown to other boys in her class she'd had crushes on. Kim blushed fire engine red just taking off her blouse. By the time she'd taken off her shorts and removed her bra, she looked like she was going to die of shame. This was the first time I'd seen Kim's bare breasts since Tuesday night, when I hadn't been concentrating too well, and I thought they were exceptional. They weren't large, but seemed so beautifully rounded, like a couple of small, perfect melons. I wanted to cup them in my hands. Kim looked so appealing, standing there with her legs crossed, blushing all the way down to her toes, and hugging herself to try to cover up her body.

But she had to be kept up to the mark. "Are you going to continue?" I asked, referring to her lack of progress in undressing.

"I can't, sir," she moaned piteously, "I'm sorry. Please. I can't help it." She had her legs crossed like she needed to pee badly, and her face showed the struggle she was feeling.

"All right," I said. "But that means extra punishment. Now, I constrain you in this! Finish undressing and while you're doing it don't hold yourself so you hide any part of your body. Stand naturally, as if you're fully dressed."

When I gave her this order, I used a compulsion I'd been working on for three days, but that I still wasn't really positive would work. On Tuesday night, when I'd tried to get Kim to answer some embarrassing questions, I had to make her think she was alone before I could get her to talk. Wednesday morning I worked on strengthening the hypnotic conditioning to overcome her reluctance to reveal embarrassing secrets when she knew I was present. After that I spent most of my time trying to figure out how to compel her physically. Ideally, I wanted a compulsion that would make her hold still while she was being paddled, and I knew it would have to be pretty intense.

It turned out I was able to draw from experience I had in high school when I worked two Summers in a dog training kennel. The way they train dogs to do really complex tricks in movies, is by a series of approximations. They train one set of actions until they're really solid, then another that connects to the first, and after they've got all the component parts they train the dog to put them together. I'd asked Kim some questions Wednesday morning to find a really powerful basic compulsion. Then Kim went to classes and I spent some time at the office. Later while she was out buying the paddles in the early afternoon, I went to the hardware store and got several lengths of different kinds of rope, then joined her at home in my room while our housemates were still at work. Kim had never been tied up, and when I used hemp rope to tie her wrists and ankles and told her to fantasize about the restraint she felt, it was obvious she was tremendously impressed by the experience. I tried various knots on her wrists and ankles, above her knees and elbows, around her waist, everywhere I could think of, and restrained her in several positions, keeping the restraint very tight and training her that it was useless to struggle, that the ropes made her helpless. She was in trance the whole time, and that was a great advantage since she remembered all her sensations perfectly and was completely suggestible.

By Thursday, I had her believing she was tied up and feeling the restraints even when she was unbound. I'd put her in various positions believing she was restrained, then have her struggle and find herself unable to escape, even when I told her she was being paddled. Of course she wasn't really being paddled, but I hoped the compulsion would stand up to the real thing. I gave her a couple of swats on the butt with the boothorn paddle to make things more realistic, but I didn't want to make her feel sore later, so I couldn't make them very hard. I was careful to keep Kim fully dressed during this session, but even so I had to stop at one point and attend to my own urgent needs.

On Friday I took off the afternoon again and started training Kim to do things she'd want to resist that required movement. I convinced her she was bound by knotted ropes on all her joints and was being forced through the motions of what I asked her to do. After awhile she believed the restraints were moving her smoothly through various complex movements, such as removing her shoes.

Finally I tried to strengthen these compulsion, by suggesting to Kim that even if she actually managed to overcome the restraints for a moment, she'd be quickly overpowered and pulled back into position again. I reinforced this by tying her with ropes again and having her struggle against the restraints, first making it seem she was gaining slack, then pulling the ropes taut again. After I'd done as much as I could, I tied up all this training with the code phrase, "I constrain you!" I wasn't absolutely positive the imaginary restraints would continue to operate properly when she was awake and aware of what was happening, but I was reasonably confident.

So I held my breath for a moment as I ordered Kim to finish undressing. I was ordering her to drop her drawers and not hide her body, and this was on top of the suggestions I'd given earlier that made her feel so much embarrassment to be nude in front of me. It was like an irresistible force meeting an immovable object, and I wasn't sure what would happen. It turned out fine, as Kim reached down and removed her underpants, pulled them off, then stood with her hands at her side and her legs slightly spread, blushing extravagantly. I could see a very slight trembling in Kim's arms and legs, a sign that she might be trying to struggle, but she was actually almost rock steady. I let Kim stand there for a moment, red as a beet on her entire upper body and making little moaning noises, as I gloried in the power I had.

"Aside," I said, "Is this embarrassment too intense for you? Is it more than you can take?" She should have told me by herself if it was, but I wanted to make sure everything was all right.

"Aside. It's awful," Kim answered in a trembling voice after a slight pause. "So humiliating. I never imagined it could be like this. But it fits my fantasy. I knew I was going to get it for leaving the tape!" I waited a moment, but she didn't add anything to that. Kim was accepting the punishment. She wasn't even speaking in the third person as Peggy, the mean alter ego!

I looked at Kim's naked body again, less concerned with other dominance details, and now I felt a wave of desire. I walked around to the side for a moment to enjoy the way Kim's bottom jutted out and her back arched, and my penis was erect and tingling. Stepping back in front of her, Kim's vagina looked so beautifully exposed I wanted to just go and enter her immediately -- take her on the carpet and put my mouth on her breasts and kiss her pretty face. "That's fine," I said in a choked voice, staring at her body. "That's very nice."

But I'd really just started Kim's punishment. I felt quite constrained myself in this situation, since it's a truism in the BDSM scene that the dominant partner is really just the one doing the work; everything really happens to fill the needs of the submissive partner, the center of attention. Kim had a very complete and graphic fantasy of a first encounter, and I felt I had to play out this first fantasy pretty much as I'd planned it. So I controlled myself and told Kim to get into position to be paddled. I was startled to see her sink immediately to the floor. After a moment I realized her restraints had dissolved when I told her to move, and she was simply trying to hide her body while moving to take up the position I'd ordered. But that was OK -- I could wait. She had to get into paddling position next, and I knew what that looked like.

Kim crawled over toward the ottoman and draped herself over it as she had on Tuesday night, her ass at the most prominent point. She spent a few moments in that position, but still didn't look exactly the way I remembered. Suddenly Peggy's voice spoke up. "Aside. Kim is trying to cheat by not spreading her legs, so she won't have to show you her cunny." The only time Kim every sounded the least bit vulgar was when she was speaking in Peggy's voice. I knew that in her fantasy punishment schedule, Kim felt that if she cheated she should be dealt with harshly, so I immediately told her she was really going to get it for trying to cheat. Kim whimpered when she heard this, and I immediately constrained her in position, stretched over the ottoman with her knees spread, exactly the way she pictured it in her fantasy. Then I heard Peggy's gloating voice again.

"Aside. You could humiliate Kim more by making her stroke her pussy while she gets paddled."

I thought about that for a moment, but decided I didn't want to mix things up to begin with. I had to learn how much Kim could take when she wasn't able to sublimate the pain into immediate sexual arousal. Julie had always wanted to be whipped beyond her normal limits when she was playing with herself at the same time. If it turned out Kim needed that kind of stimulation when she was being paddled, I could deal with that later.

I went up behind Kim on her left and knelt down so I could swing the paddle into her behind with a clear sweep. I had the idea to start Kim off with warm-ups, the way Julie preferred, and I explained this to her to get her agreement. Then I started the warm-ups, a series of light slaps, slowly building up to about half paddling strength, in what was usually the most boring part of a session like this.

But it was the first time with Kim, and I was still tremendously aroused having her in this position. I watched her lovely ass closely as the warm-up slaps got harder. There was just a little bit of pinkness as the slaps hit, but most of the color wouldn't come out until after I stopped for a minute or so. I felt excited as I thought of the restraint Kim was experiencing, how helpless she must feel, stretched out in this position by imaginary ropes. I also felt a bit of concern that the restraints wouldn't continue to work when the slaps got really hard.

I was slapping Kim's behind with some force now, and I suddenly heard Peggy's voice say, "Aside. Kim is using a kind of self-hypnosis to avoid feeling pain from the smacks." That was unexpected! I didn't want her to make her bottom insensitive to pain, because that would mean that I'd have to slap her harder to have the same effect.

"Aside," I said. "Kim, you won't be able to use that kind of self-hypnosis any more. You're going to lose your ability to interpret the slaps in your own terms, and in fact your behind is going to feel quite sensitive from now on any time I paddle you."

I continued the slaps, reasonably hard but not awful, and now Kim was obviously trying to struggle to rock forward on the ottoman. It didn't do her any good to try, because she was too firmly convinced of the soundness of her imaginary restraints -- at least I hoped she was.

Suddenly Kim cried out, "Please Bob, stop for just a second. Please, just for a second . . . Please!"

I stopped and asked Kim what she wanted. She asked me something kind of disjointed -- she was obviously upset about finding herself in this position. She must have realized what she said was too vague because she rephrased it, asking if she should get her real paddling now, and I said I thought she'd had most of the benefit of a warm-up.

Then Kim said, "Please can I have my real paddling now." And I said, "Kim: deep trance."

After a few seconds to let Kim go properly int trance I said, "Kim, you won't remember any time passing, and when I wake you up you'll repeat what you just said and quickly recapture the same feelings you had just now. Now I want to talk to Peggy to find out how hard I should paddle Kim."

Peggy's voice spoke up immediately, "Kim should really get it. Much harder than you've been doing it up to now!"

"Right," I answered. "I'm going to give her a couple of practice smacks, and you tell me if they're too soft or too hard."

I never had this kind of feedback before, but I didn't see any reason not to use it. I knew in general terms that Kim wanted the paddling to hurt enough so she'd be afraid to be disobedient, even though the idea of "getting it" turned her on. She wanted to feel a sinking feeling when there was a threat of more paddling. But how hard did it have to be to intimidate her that way? I brought the paddle back on my right, swung it through a fast arc, and gave Kim a good hard swat on the bottom, one that would have been full strength for Julie.

"Kim needs to get it a lot harder than that," Peggy's voice spoke up. "She needs to feel scared of being paddled and if it didn't hurt more than that she'd actually feel disappointed after she had time to think about it later."

One thing, I was pretty sure was that Peggy didn't exaggerate -- it was really Kim speaking after all. I tried again, with a bit more force. I didn't want to do it any harder than this until I could see how badly Kim bruised.

"That really wasn't much different," Peggy announced. "Kim should get it a lot harder, or she'll probably misbehave when she's feeling horny just to invite another paddling."

"Kim," I spoke directly to Kim's unconscious, "What I want you to do is reinterpret how this feels. I want you to feel more pain with each smack, even though they'll only be as hard as the first one I just gave you. You should feel that the smacks are hard enough to intimidate you, as they do in your fantasy, so you'll want very much to avoid getting more. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Kim said.

"I'm going to try again," I said, "and Peggy, you'll feel the same thing Kim does." I gave her another smack with the force I would have used with Julie. "How was that, Peggy?"

"Perfect," Peggy's voice answered. "After a paddling like that, Kim will be afraid to wipe without permission." Peggy must have been a real bitch.

"OK, Kim," I said, "From now on, all the smacks of about that strength will feel as hard as that one. Now I want to resume where we left off in your paddling. You're going to come out of your trance and recapture the emotions you had, then repeat what you said just before I put you under."

After a few seconds, Kim said, "Please can I have my real paddling now?"

"Remember, Kim, you won't be able to stop it once I start." I temporized a moment so she'd be fully alive to the situation again. And maybe I wanted to rub it in a little too.

"Ohhh," Kim moaned in a low voice, "Yes sir."

I brought the paddle around into Kim's behind with the force I'd worked out, and heard her wail as it landed. Then another one, and another, and Kim started to cry out words, like, "Please! . . . Stop . . . Please! . . . I'll be good!"

I experienced strong sexual excitement paddling Kim -- her wailing turned me on -- but I couldn't just relax and enjoy it. A paddling like this is a very intense experience. It's easy to misinterpret it as a violent act, as if real harm is intended, and I wasn't sure how Kim would react this first time. So I felt I had to pay close attention to what I was doing and to Kim's reactions. I was impressed with how well the hypnotic restraints were holding. Kim was even keeping the muscles of her buttocks taut through all this, with her knees held forward against the ottoman by the imaginary ropes. I could imagine how much that added to the sting of the slaps. After awhile I reached the count of twenty-five, which I'd decided on for a stopping point. Kim substituted a little grunt for the cries she'd been making when she realized the paddling had stopped, and then I heard her take a long uneven breath, whimpering a little as she let it out again.

I looked her over carefully and was turned on all over again by her exposed position. Her right buttock cheek was a bright red, the other one nearer me was pale red. She still had the prettiest ass I'd ever seen in my life. I asked Kim a few questions in trance state to be sure she was OK -- not too frightened or anything -- but she seemed fine. She thought the paddling hurt a lot and she was intimidated about getting more, but that fit perfectly with her fantasy. Now I was going to reinforce that feeling and rub it in a little.

"Pretty good," I said, "You've gotten twenty-five smacks out of the way. Do you think you're more motivated now to do what you're told?"

"Yes, sir," Kim said, verbally cringing, "Please. I'll do anything you say."

"Without any hesitation? Even if it's embarrassing?"

"Yes, sir," she said, "Anything. Please."

"But first," I announced, "you need to get the extra smacks for the times you disobeyed already."

Kim suddenly noticed that I was changing sides, kneeling down behind her on the right, and she called out in a quavering voice, "Nooo! Please! No more! I'll be good! I'll do anything you say!" But I ignored this.

"First," I said, "you're going to get it for not taking your underpants off when I told you to undress!" I started the smacks again and gave her five smacks, which seemed about right. Then I said, "And now you're going to get it for trying to cheat when I told you to get into paddling position." Since Kim considered this such a serious infraction, I tried to sound a little mad about it. Then I gave her twenty more smacks and she was squealing very loudly at the end. I knew the paddling hurt more after even the slight rest I'd given her, so that was understandable. Kim gave a few little sobs at the end, when she realized it was over.

I paused and took a close look at Kim's behind, bright red all over, nice and even, which somehow emphasized the voluptuous shape. Her bottom still looked lovely, and it seemed to me that Kim was going to be very resistant to bruising. Julie would have had a lot of purple on her buttocks after fifty smacks like that, and would have been sore for a few days, but Kim's color looked like it would just fade away in a few hours. That made a lot of sense since she was in such great shape -- she'd been Captain of the women's tennis team when she was at UMass, and she still played two or three times a week. All that running around the court, taking running jumps to make returns that looked impossible to me the one time I watched her, sometimes landing on her shoulders and rolling to her feet must make her pretty resilient. I reached out and rubbed my fingertips across her buttocks, something that Julie had always liked, and Kim gave a low moan when she felt me do it, then murmured in a sleepy, husky voice that she'd be good.

"You won't try to cheat again," I asked?

Kim was immediately alert, at pains to convince me of this. "No sir, please. I promise. You'll see how I'll be good. I'll do anything you say!"

I stood up and walked to the center of the living room. It was time to put Kim through some of the embarrassing punishments she fantasized about, and I had ideas I'd been waiting to try. "All right, then," I said. "Stand up and come over here."

Kim's knees jerked back to a more relaxed position behind the ottoman as the imaginary restraints disappeared, and she rose immediately to obey, walking quickly over to me in a slightly wobbly fashion. As she recovered her balance, her body language told me she was completely intimidated, apprehensive about getting more paddling, and determined to do what she was told. I reminded her not to try to cover herself and then got hard watching her take up the position I'd constrained her in earlier, hands at her side and legs slightly spread, facing me. She was obviously still vary embarrassed about exhibiting herself this way, and I rubbed it in by telling her to spread her legs further, which she quickly did. Then I reinforced the suggestions that emphasized her embarrassment; I was trying to make her feel as if the embarrassment she was feeling was constantly new, so she wouldn't become used to the experience of appearing nude in front of me.

I got the juggling balls and dropped them on the floor, then teased her a little about what she was supposed to do with them. After she understood, she looked like she was trying to delay, so I put her on a time limit. She immediately started to do what she was told, red faced when she had to do a split to settle down on the first ball, then wincing when she picked it up with her butt. When she let the first one drop in the wastebasket, she got redder than ever and glared at me. She looked resentful enough for a moment that I thought she was going to defy me, but then she dropped her eyes and finished moving the other two juggling balls, only dropping one and quickly recovering. At the end, she took up her exposed standing position again, looking mortified. I thought I'd rub it in a little, but then it struck me she might need a little encouragement.

"All right, Kim," I said. "You passed that obedience test. Good girl!"

She gave me a pathetically grateful look, so I felt I'd done the right thing. I took a moment to think, then told Kim to go bend over the stand in front of the sound system, spreading her legs and leaning on the stand. She went and took up the position, and since the stand was rather low she was bent quite far over. I didn't get tired of looking at Kim's ass in positions like this. After a moment, I went into the kitchen to get some moisturizing cream I'd left there, thinking about what I intended to do next and getting an almost painful erection, then started back into the living room.

"Aside," Peggy's Southern voice said as I came in, "Kim is thinking how awful it would be if you paddled her now and told her to hold still, because she doesn't think she could avoid moving, and then she'd get more punishment for disobeying. It would be an awfully mean thing to do, but Kim would think it was very erotic remembering it later."

When Peggy said that something would be "awfully mean", it was too mean for me. Besides I had a milder form of punishment I'd been looking forward to. I dabbed the middle finger of my right hand in the cream to lubricate it, then reached between Kim's spread legs from behind to touch her sex. Leaning forward as she was Kim was completely exposed, but it was easy to misjudge the geography down there. I found Kim's vulva and her mons and felt her legs tremble, and then my finger nestled into her cleft and touched her clitoris and I heard Kim gasp and move slightly against my finger.

"I want you to rock back and forth against this," I said, and twitched my finger slightly so that Kim gave a little moan.

Kim started to move immediately, and I wondered if she'd programmed herself to do what I told her before she could think about it. This was tremendously humiliating for Kim, after all, feeling like an adolescent humping herself in front of a video camera. But it was erotic too, of course. I learned quickly that I'd hardly needed the moisturizing cream, because Kim was immediately very wet. What a little handful she was! I could feel the warmth of Kim's red bottom against my wrist and forearm, and I heard Kim beginning to pant just as I reached forward with my left hand to touch her breasts. I brushed my fingers against her nipples and she groaned loudly, then began to moan continually in a kind of lilting voice, "Ohhh. Please!" As Kim continued to rub herself against my finger, her voice and movements became more and more frantic, and I could see her back begin to arch even more than usual as she approached orgasm. I was hard as a rock myself, and not much further from climax than Kim. If I could have spared a hand from what I was doing, I probably would have touched myself and gone off right there. In the last few seconds, I heard Kim give a little fart as she strained hard against me finger and her moans rose to minor shrieks.

Then suddenly Kim stopped moving, resting her clitoris flaccidly against my finger as if she had lost interest. But I knew she'd really stopped because I hadn't given her permission to reach orgasm, a compulsion I'd set up earlier. She was as close to climax as she could safely get, a few more thrusts and she'd be over, fulfilled. But she knew unconsciously that she had to stop. I also realized that with a few twitches of my finger I could send her over the edge, and I enjoyed that feeling, but it was going to be awhile before I allowed that.

Kim was terribly upset that she'd stopped moving. "Please Bob," she said, "I'm sorry. Just let me have a second. I'll start moving again. I don't know why I stopped. I didn't mean to stop. . ." She was trying to rock herself again by pushing her hands against her hips.

"It's all right," I said, taking my hand from between her legs and patting her shoulder, letting it slide a little down to cup her right tit because I was so aroused myself I couldn't just be comforting. "You stopped because I didn't want you to climax yet. You were under orders to stop." I lifted her up to a standing position and gave her a kiss on the mouth, cupping her breast in my left hand and moving against her so she could feel my hard cock. Kim responded fiercely, pushing her tongue at me and rubbing her vulva against my fly raising her left leg onto my behind, as if to climb on me.

If I hadn't had a zipper in the way, the session would have been over right then, but in a few seconds I was back in control, and I pushed Kim back a little. This was a very dangerous situation because neither of us had any protection in place. Just as important, I wanted to finish playing out Kim's fantasy of her first punishment session. I wasn't going to end this prematurely if I could help it, and if that meant I had to stroke off again in the middle of her session, that was fine with me. I knew I'd be hard again quickly, ready to enter Kim when the time came. I'd been trying to take it easy the last few days, just stroking off once a day when I wanted to do it about a dozen times. I thought for a moment about whether I needed to get off right away, and decided I could wait a little longer. I kissed Kim one more time, then put her in deep trance and told her to forget rubbing against me. She could remember seeing I was aroused and that I'd kissed her cheek, but nothing more. I woke her up then and said, "You've done well, Kim. You can take a break now."

Kim looked a bit lost for a moment, still lecherous and trying to move toward me, but I stepped back. Then she got another flush on her upper body as she remembered her situation.

"Can I put my clothes back on, Bob? Please?"

"You can put on your underwear, anyway," I said, "Not the rest." I was sorry to see her covering her body, but as she jumped to get dressed I realized that she was awfully cute in her underwear too. Anyway we both needed a bit of a rest.

I told her to go upstairs and clip the hair on her vagina short so she'd look even more exposed down there than she already did with her light blond vaginal hair. Then I said she should write down other ideas for punishments from her fantasies I could use in place of the smacks she still had coming in her paddling. Kim was very serious about wanting to avoid more paddling, and she asked a lot of questions. At some point I realized she was still concerned that I might think some of her fantasies were disgusting. I reassured her, and we talked for a moment about how needing to pee was a good punishment, before I caught on that she needed to pee badly right then. She was obviously trying hard to please me, afraid of another paddling, and I was aroused again. But I told her she could relieve herself when she got upstairs. I wanted her able to concentrate on writing down other punishments I could use. I also told her to make any preparations she could think of that would make it easier to punish her later. She said she would, very submissively, and I sent her upstairs saying I'd be up in about an hour.