Day And Night

This is the story of three females and the contrast between their
professional and personal lives.  They are employed as institutional
discipline administrators at a reform school for males.  Sammy and
Mellisa are experienced mistresses and Joclyn is a new punishment
mistress.  Let's take a look at a typical workday. 

Part 1. By Day: Sammy

Sammy stood nonchalantly as two of her colleagues escorted a new
inmate into the punishment room.  She smiled disarmingly - her full
lips and her demeanor presented a picture of a kind and gentle woman.
She wore her standard work uniform for mistresses - a dress shirt, a
tie, a black skirt that exposed her knees and some of her thigh, and
black pumps.  She was barelegged, and a hint of blonde stubble emerged
from her legs. 

Various instruments of discipline hung on one wall of the punishment
room - paddles, tawses, straps, and rattan canes. 

The male, who was referred to by number, 30112, was clad only in
briefs, and his hands were bound behind him.  The escorts led him to
the padded structure in the center of the room.  The structure's
purpose was obvious - the male would soon be bound to it in a bent
over position for his punishment.  One of the escorts handed Sammy a
file folder. 

The inmate stared at Sammy as the mistress read through the file.
Finally she spoke.  Her sweet gentle voice almost put 30112 at ease. 

"Well, three zero one one two, although you're new here, it seems you
have a little discipline problem.  The headmistress is not very
pleased with your disruptive behavior.  Come on and bend over the
bench there, and we'll start to take care of your problem.  Come on -
over you go." 

Her gentle demeanor and bright smile often served to convince an
inmate to voluntarily do what many of them had to be forced to do.
30112 cautiously leaned across the padded box, and his chest touched
the upper surface.  The structure was built so that when the recipient
is bound into place, his head is lower than his hips.  This position
accentuates the bent-over position and renders the punishment more
effective. 

The escorts tugged his briefs down enough to bare his bottom, secured
a binding strap around his waist, and attached similar bindings above
his knees.  Then they released his hands and bound his wrists to the
front legs of the structure. 

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Sammy asked soothingly, and then
paused for a moment.  "I'm going to warm your buns with a paddle," she
continued in a sweet, almost musical, voice.  "The headmistress has
recommended thirty five strokes.  I always follow her suggestions.
Now, I administer the paddle in sets of ten, and then I pause for one
minute.  Let's get this over with now, shall we?" 

30112 nodded, and he saw Sammy retrieve a sturdy paddle.  As she
sauntered past him, he observed that the paddle was apparently made
from plywood and had several small holes in it.  It had a smooth
polished surface. 

Sammy stood to his left side, the paddle in her right hand, and then
she spread her legs.  She had done this so many times before that she
no longer needed to gauge her position.  She leaned over slightly and
placed her left hand on his back for a moment.  Then she was ready.
The two escorts looked at each other knowingly, and tried to suppress
their smiles of anticipation. 

Sammy pressed her full lips together, and with her eyes focused on the
captive male's buttocks, drew the paddle back and slammed it on the
target area. 

Sammy counted aloud.  "One!" 

Scarcely three seconds later, she propelled the paddle for the second
stroke. 

Wham!  "Two!" 

30112 gritted his teeth.  This was definitely more intense than he had
anticipated.  Wham! 

"Three!" 

The heat rapidly built up in 30112's buttocks.  Each paddle stroke
imparted an intense blazing sensation that accumulated.  Wham! 

"Four!" 

"AAAAAUGH!" 

Wham! 

"Five!" 

"OWWWW!  OWW!" 

Wham!  "Six!"  "OHHHH!" 

Wham! "seven!"  "OWWWWWW!" 

Wham! "Eight!"  "AHHHHHH!" 

30112 twisted and writhed as much as his bindings allowed. 

Wham! "Nine!"  "OHH! OHH!" 

Wham! "TEN!"  "Aaaaaugh!" 

Sammy laid the paddle atop 30112's waist and slowly walked around the
room once.  Then she picked up the paddle and resumed the punishment.
She gave ten hard swats per set, with a pause of about a minute
between sets. 

Sammy sensuously swiveled her hips as she delivered each swat with
astounding energy.  With each successive set, 30112 did not think that
he could endure any further swats.  The urgency of his outcries
increased as Sammy kept slamming the paddle against his captive
buttocks. 

Wham!  "Thirty four!"  "AAAAAAAAUGH!" 

Wham! "Thirty five!"  "AAAAAAAAAA!" 

30112's buttocks glowed with a bright red flush.  Sammy returned the
paddle to its place on the wall and seated herself for the obligatory
five minute period during which all inmates must remain bound in
position after punishment.  As the minutes passed slowly, Sammy
lightly ran her hands up and down her bare legs.  Her eyes were wide
with arousal. 

Part 2.  By Day: Mellisa 

That afternoon, at 3 PM, the brunette Mellisa stood by calmly with
her hands on her hips as the escorts led a reluctant inmate number
2119 over to the punishment structure and secured him in place.  When
her charge's wrists and waist had been bound (she specified that no
bindings be secured above his knees -- she liked to see her charges
kick and dance while she administered), she leafed through his file.
She smiled slightly when she came to the headmistress' recommendation.
Mellisa also had a policy of not telling her charge how many strokes
of which instrument he would receive.  She figured that it increased
the suspense and the punishment effect if he did not know when it
would end. 

She finished reading, looked 2119 in the eye and said, "Well, let's
get started." 

The escorts stood by with looks of anticipation on their faces as
Mellisa walked over to where the punishment instruments hung on the
wall.  The only sound in the room at that time was the clip-clop of
her pumps on the hardwood floor.  She selected a large oval paddle.
Her eyes gleamed as she took her position.  She spread her bare legs
as much as her short skirt allowed, extended her arm to gauge her
position, and began the paddling. 

She delivered smart, brisk strokes about three seconds apart.  Unlike
Sammy, she did not pause at all.   

The rather large paddle covered ample area on her charge's buttocks,
and he very soon filled the room with his exclamations and fervent
pleading.  To Mellisa's delight, and that of the escorts, inmate 2119
frantically kicked his legs between strokes, while the binding strap
around his waist ensured that his buttocks stayed in place for his
punishment mistress. 

It took not much more than a minute for her to administer thirty five
hard paddle swats.  She dispassionately walked over to where the
instruments were and replaced the paddle on the wall.  Then she
retrieved a two-tailed tawse.  With only her gleaming eyes showing any
expression, she positioned herself to further administer to inmate
2119. 

"No -- No!  No more!" he cried out. 

Saying not a word, Mellisa strapped hard, with amazing energy and a
good follow-through.  Each swipe of the tawse evoked a room-filling
shout and frantic kicking.  She did not stop until she had delivered
fifty strokes on top of the severe paddling.  During the five-minute
cooling off period, she stood calmly in front of her charge, the tawse
still in her hand.  Outwardly, she appeared dispassionate and calm --
inwardly, she recalled 2119's frantic kicking while she administered,
and got considerable pleasure from that. 

Part 3. By Day: Joclyn 

The punishment room was empty for a short while, until the escorts
brought in another inmate, 49416.  The punishment mistress, Joclyn,
was the youngest of the three at 22.  Her black hair, parted in the
middle, gracefully framed her face.  Her sanguine personality and
ready smile, along with a few freckles on her face, concealed her
dominant streak and her abilities as punishment mistress.  There is
one characteristic of Joclyn that inmates getting her for the first
time find out, to their unpleasant surprise.  Joclyn likes to punish
HARD.  That is one reason she frequently gets the most incorrigible
inmates who have already had several trips to the punishment room. 

Joclyn's greatest pleasure while administering discipline is to hear
the sounds that the male makes while being punished.  Those
exclamations almost send her into orbit, and if she were allowed to
jill herself while administering, she most certainly would do so.  She
must conceal her arousal, however, and save the physical pleasures for
later. 

As the escorts bound the recalcitrant male in place, Joclyn leafed
through his file.  In the space for the headmistress' comments, she
saw the phrase that made her insides tingle:  "Joclyn, see if you can
get through to this one.  I recommend an open ended session." 

That meant that the headmistress did not recommend a specific number
of strokes or a particular instrument.  Joclyn was to punish as long
and as hard as she wanted. 

She looked at the list of rather serious offenses which 49416 either
carried out or participated in, and considered how the session should
progress. 

The escorts secured the inmate into place with binding straps around
his waist, wrists, knees, and ankles.  Joclyn stood in front of him,
silent for a moment, and then spoke. 

"We've got some work to do today, four nine four one six.  The
headmistress is not pleased with you at all, and when this session is
over there will be no doubt of that.  She has already spoken to you
about why you are getting this.  Let's get started now." 

She walked over to where the instruments of discipline were hanging on
the wall, and selected what she referred to as the "long tawse."  It
was a two-tailed tawse which was slightly longer than twenty four
inches, and crafted exquisitely.  The inmates who had been on the
receiving end of the long tawse said that every swipe with it was
equivalent to two or three swipes with the ordinary tawse.  And in
Joclyn's hands, the effect was likely intensified further. 

Her insides fluttered as she took her position.  The escorts knew of
her reputation for hard discipline, and tried to show no emotion as
they watched. 

Joclyn spread her bare legs, pressed her thin lips together, and with
her gaze fixed on the recipient's bared buttocks, drew her arm back
and swiped the tawse powerfully across the inmate's buttocks, with a
tennis player's follow-through.  She kicked her right leg as the tawse
placed its hot kiss on the target. 

"OH!" shouted 49416. 

Joclyn continued.  Each stroke of the tawse caused the recipient's
buttocks to jiggle as she applied it with cunning skill.  Again and
again she delivered powerful strokes.  The inmate's outcries showed
that he was truly surprised at the hot kiss of the leather.  When his
strapping began, he punctuated the swipes with a loud "OH!"  As Joclyn
progressed, she evoked a loud shout from her charge.  By the twentieth
stroke, his outcries were more strident.  By the thirtieth stroke he
was pleading with her to stop.  Joclyn simply continued, and when she
had delivered fifty strokes, he was begging her to stop.<br><br.

She paused for a moment after the fiftieth swipe.  Then she walked
directly behind the bound inmate, and again spread her bare legs.  The
two female escorts smiled knowingly at each other.  Joclyn applied the
long tawse in a rapid forehand-backhand manner, delivering the swipes
so that the leather tails of the tawse whipped hardest against the
tender area on the sides of the buttocks.  The captive male could only
shout frantically as each swipe left a red splotch on his backside.
Twenty five strokes he endured before Joclyn stopped. 

Outwardly calm, Joclyn placed the long tawse back on the wall, and
then retrieved a whippy rattan cane.  When she sharply whisked it
through the air, 49416 pleaded with her. 

"No!  No more!  Please, no more!  I can't!  Please!" 

Joclyn said nothing.  She got in position to administer the caning.
"I'll make sure he remembers this session," she said to herself. 

She very much wanted to put her free hand inside her panties and bring
herself to a series of explosive orgasms.  She gazed at the bound
male's well strapped buttocks.  A tingling feeling surged through her
insides as she drew the cane back, and then brought it forward with a
whippy motion.  She laid a perfect striation across the upper part of
his nether cheeks. 

Immediately upon the sound of the cane against naked buttocks, 49416
yelled, "AAAAAAUGH!" 

Joclyn placed the next striation perfectly horizontal, about a half
inch below the first one.  Again, 49416 yelled.  Joclyn continued to
walk the strokes down her charge's buttocks.  With each stroke of the
cane the inmate's buttocks quaked, and he gave a loud yell. 

"I've got to get through to you," Joclyn calmly stated.  "Every time
you have to come in here, your punishment will be more severe.  We're
not done yet, by a long shot." 

"NO, PLEASE! NO MORE, NO MORE!" 

Joclyn resumed the inmate's whipping.  She placed subsequent strokes
diagonally across the male's already well punished bottom.  The new
striations intersected the previous ones, causing the recipient to
exclaim more stridently than before. 

Joclyn whipped and whipped, until she had no doubt that 49416 would
make a determined effort to avoid future punishment.  When she finally
stopped and placed the whippy cane on the wall, she stood in front of
her charge for the five minute cooling off period. 

Why did the young Joclyn get the really severe cases?  Was it only
because she had a talent for severe wielding of a paddle, strap, or
cane?  Or was there something else? 

Part 4.  By Night: Sammy 

When she got home, Sammy cast off her panties and kept her work
clothes on.  She waited for her boyfriend to show up.  When he arrived
he was twenty minutes late.  She was not sure, but she wondered if her
chronically late boyfriend was deliberately late so that he would
incur spankings from her.  There's one way to find out, she told
herself, and that is to drastically increase the severity of his
punishment. 

She stood up, her hands on her hips, and looked him in the eye.  "I
waited twenty minutes for you," she began.  "Bring me the oval
hairbrush.  You know where it is."  She arranged a chair in the center
of the room and seated herself. 

With a satisfied smile, her boyfriend went to her bedroom and
retrieved an oversized hairbrush-shaped paddle.  "A nice little
warmup, and then I'll fuck her brains out," he thought to himself.  He
assumed she would give him the usual number of swats -- two for each
minute late.  He had not counted on being twenty minutes late.  His
goal was ten minutes, knowing how hard she liked to wield the paddle. 

He knelt before Sammy, handed her the paddle, and ran his hands up and
down her bare legs.  The firm smoothness of her legs, plus the hint of
blonde stubble, greatly aroused him.  Knowing that he'd soon be naked
and across her lap, he developed a firm erection in his trousers. 

"Take all your clothes off, darling," she told him in a musically
sweet voice.  He quickly got up and undressed in front of her.  His
engorged erection protruded like a flagpole. 

"Well look at that!" Sammy exclaimed in mock surprise.  "This naughty
boy has a naughty cock, too!  I'm going to have to do something about
that."  She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs.  "I'll bet this
naughty boy wants to stick his naughty cock in here," she said,
pointing to the blonde mat between her legs.  Her boyfriend's cock
danced before her.  He referred to her enticement as a magic pussy.
She giggled. 

Sammy put her legs together and spread her feet so that her lap was
level.  "Okay now, get over my lap, naughty boy with the naughty cock.
I've got some work to do!" 

Her boyfriend's insides quaked as he positioned himself across her
lap.  Her smooth, warm thighs felt good against his midsection, and
his impatient erection nestled itself snugly between her thighs. 

When he was positioned, Sammy put her free hand squarely on her
boyfriend's back and pressed down, ensuring he'd stay there. 

"You know," she mused, "I think I've been too lenient with you.  I
punish you and you still show up late.  Starting now, it's going to be
five swats for every minute late.  That means that today you've got a
hundred strokes coming to your naughty bottom!  What do you think
about that?" 

"No, Sammy!" he exclaimed, knowing how hard her swats are.  "Not that
many." 

"I think a more appropriate response would have been 'Yes Mistress
Sammy.'  If you're disrespectful I could always give you seven or even
ten swats per minute late.  Now let's try that again.  You're going to
get a hundred swats for being late.  What do you think about that?" 

He knew that Sammy meant what she said, and as humiliating as it was,
he had to do as she suggested, unless he wanted her to extend his
already severe spanking. 

He stirred, then mumbled, "Yes, Mistress Sammy." 

"That's better," she sang.  "Don't interfere, or I'll give you extra.
Here goes!" 

Sammy felt an intense twinge of arousal between her legs when she
started the paddling.  She swatted hard, and after the first few, her
boyfriend punctuated each swat with an exclamation of surprise and
pain -- "OH!  OW!  OOH!  OWWOW!" 

He squirmed and kicked during his paddling, and truly struggled to
accept what she gave.  He could not keep from begging her for relief
halfway through the punishment.  Sammy paid no heed, however, and
happily continued with the swats, getting more aroused each moment. 

When she had given the full measure of one hundred swats, she placed
the paddle down and told him it was over.  When he got up, she spread
her legs and said, "I think you should show your appreciation for my
taking the trouble to spank you.  Get busy now." 

With his backside still blazing from the hard paddling, he knelt
between her legs and placed his mouth up to her creamy and delectable
pussy.  In a matter of a few minutes Sammy climaxed twice. 

Part 5. By Night: Mellisa 

In another house across town, Mellisa's long dark hair almost reached
her bare breasts.  The olive-skin beauty was clad only in bikini
panties.  She held a straight rattan cane in her hand. 

"Bend over now, and reach across the table," she commanded her naked
male client in a quiet but authoritative voice.  "Don't stand up,
whatever you do, until I'm finished." 

Mellisa's insides trembled with sensual excitement, while her
client's insides fluttered in anticipation.  He knew he was in for a
very severe session. 

She whipped the thin rattan cane across her client's bared buttocks. 

Whipp! 

"OH!" he exclaimed. 

Whipp!  "OHH!"  Whipp!  "AAAAH!"  Whipp! "AAUGH!" 

Mellisa placed her free hand in her panties and jilled herself as she
kept on whipping.  Her client stayed bent over, although he twisted
and kicked furiously throughout the long extended whipping.  She only
paused to yield to intense orgasms.  She gasped, moaned for a moment,
then continued the caning, stimulating herself anew. 

She had climaxed several times when she decided to stop.  Her client's
buttocks were an angry conglomeration of strict weals and
criss-crossed striations. 

"Get up and turn around," Mellisa ordered.  "Hands behind your head."<br><br.

She stood in front of him and teasingly slipped off her bikini
panties.  Her dark haired pubic hair glistened with her juices. 

"I get so turned on giving a good whipping," she said with gleaming
eyes.  "I love to watch a male dance when I whip him." 

She spread her legs and slowly jilled herself to another orgasm.  The
male's member hardened to an erect state.  Mellisa smeared her pussy
cream under his nose and over his face.  Then she retrieved a hand
towel and a bottle of lotion.  She messily squirted some lotion on the
male's hard cock, and slowly stroked him until he spurted into the
hand towel.<br><br.

Still naked, Mellisa calmly seated herself.  Her client got dressed,
handed her an envelope, and left. 

Part 6. By Night: Joclyn 

Joclyn was naked, lying face down on a spacious bed, her hips raised
by a firm bolster pillow.  Her buttocks and thighs were laced with red
marks from a five-thronged martinet. 

"Please, Headmistress," she cried out, "Please stop!" 

"Ten more, my pet, and then you can turn over," the headmistress
replied.  Joclyn's mid-thirtyish boss from work, who was also her
lover, totally naked, held the martinet and prepared to administer. 

Whipp!  "OWW! PLEASE!" 

Whipp!  "OH GOD, NO!"<br><br?

Whipp!  "AAAAH! NO MORE PLEASE!" 

Whipp!  "PLEASE PLEASE, HEADMISTRESS!" 

Each stroke of the martinet evoked an intense reaction from Joclyn.
When Headmistress had finished giving the final ten strokes, she ran
her hands all over Joclyn's well-shaped, and well-whipped, buttocks
and legs. 

"Turn over now!" 

Joclyn pushed the bolster aside and lay face up, with some fear
showing in her wide eyes. 

"Spread your legs, my pet." 

Joclyn spread slightly. 

"More!  And put your hands above your head!" 

Joclyn whimpered as she obeyed. 

Headmistress gazed at her lover's dark haired pubic area.  "You're
creaming.  Is your pussy hot?" 

"Oh yes, Headmistress!" she whispered coarsely and pumped her hips.
She craved sweet relief. 

"I have a little treat for you," Headmistress continued.  "I'm going
to suck your sweet little snatch and make you cum all over my face.
Then you can kiss me and lick off all your cream.  After that, you can
taste my pussy." 

Joclyn panted with wide eyes. 

"But first," Headmistress said, "You've got to earn my attentions.
Keep your hands above your head." 

"No, Headmistress...  AAAH!" 

Headmistress whipped the martinet between Joclyn's legs, striking the
girl's belly and pubic area.  She continued to whip that way, placing
hot striations on Joclyn's inner thighs, pussy, and belly.  Joclyn,
for her part, squirmed and pleaded amid her shouts of distress.  After
an extended whipping, Headmistress put down the martinet and climbed
upon the bed.  She giggled as she lightly stroked Joclyn's labia. 

Then she lay face up next to Joclyn and said, "Okay, my pet.  Let me
taste your pussy." 

Joclyn quickly straddled her headmistress' mouth.  Her severe whipping
served to enhance her desire and arousal.  After scarcely a moment,
she exploded in orgasm and ground her pubic area into her
headmistress' mouth. 

"That was fast, my pet.  Maybe you were thinking of that whipping you
gave today at the reform school.  I'll bet you couldn't wait for
relief.  Now kiss me." 

Joclyn smiled and affectionately kissed her headmistress where her
pussy glaze had dripped, and then passionately kissed her on the lips. 

After they had been mouth to mouth for a few moments, Headmistress
coarsely whispered, "Okay my pet, pleasure me." 

Joclyn planted her mouth on her headmistress' pussy and worshipfully
kissed and licked it through two climaxes.  Both women were satisfied,
and they embraced front to front.