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“The Predicament”
All I could think of was how did I get myself into this predicament. I felt sick, with my stomach doing cart wheels as I was driving to meet Ms. Kane. At the time, it seemed like such a good idea. I would enlist the support of Ms. Kane to help motivate me to start losing weight that my doctor instructed me to lose…a reasonable goal of 10 lbs. But now, I found myself in the position of having to try and explain to Ms. Kane the reasons for my failure. I knew there was going to be allot of disappointment and …severe consequences.
For a little background, I had the good fortune of meeting Ms. Kane several weeks earlier in a pre-arranged spanking session while she was visiting Houston. The session was as intense as I had ever experienced but also one of the most fulfilling. Ms. Kane was unbelievably sensitive to my needs and somehow knew exactly when to push my limits and when to back off and let me catch my breath. She would offer me words of encouragement and praise while administering a OTK bare bottom spanking with her hands and variety of spanking implements that included paddles, hair brushes, and the cane. At times when I felt I could no longer take any more, she would coach me in my breathing and help me achieve a new and higher level of intensity. When ending the session with “six of her best” from both a large wooden paddle and cane, I was put in a sub zone space that I had never experienced before. At the conclusion of the session, Ms. Kane bragged on me and showed me in the mirror the red badge of courage that I had earned. She made me feel special and provided me with the compassion, care and understanding that I so desperately needed. I knew then that I wanted to establish a long term friendship and coaching relationship with Ms.Kane.
Accordingly, after my doctors visit in which I was instructed to lose at least 10 lbs, I contacted Ms. Kane. I discussed with her my need to lose weight but also my lack of staying focused and being motivated. I will never forget her response….”Steve, I would love to help you lose weight. However, lets just make sure you have a complete understanding. I am going to be putting allot of my own time and energy in coaching and encouraging you towards your goal. This is both a physical and emotional investment on my part. I have no problem in providing you with this investment so long as you are sincere and willing to equally invest in yourself. There has to be a real commitment from you.” I immediately let Ms. Kane know that I was totally on-board and would not disappoint her. She then offered the following chilling words….”Steve, before giving me your final commitment, make sure you understand the consequences if you fail to meet your goal. You will receive a discipline spanking from me of which you will never forget. There will not be all the coaching and words of encouragement like I had given to you before. It will be severe. Now do you still want to make that commitment to me?” Once again, I immediately responded that I wanted to proceed and was willing to make all the necessary sacrifices. Ms. Kane informed me then that she would be visiting Houston again in approximately 6 weeks. She explained to me then that this would be more than sufficient time to lose 10 lbs in a safe and controlled manner. Ms. Kane then provided many recommendations and suggestions to help me get started on my way. She also instructed me to report in a couple of times per week to let her know of my progress.
As the initial weeks went by, it seemed like a slam dunk that I could lose the 10 lbs within the given six week time frame. By the end of week 3, I had already lost a total of 8 lbs, primarily by exercising more, cutting down on my food portions and drinking tons of water. By the end of week 4, I had made my goal weight. I wrote to Ms. Kane during this entire time period and was elated to send her the email informing her of reaching my goal. Ms. Kane responded enthusiastically saying she was very proud of me. However, she closed her email by telling me now that it was very important for me to maintain this weight loss with a reminder that the final “weigh-in” was when she visited Houston again in 2 more weeks.
Well, long story short, the next two weeks flew by with all the festivities associated with Christmas and the new year. I had stopped weighing myself but felt comfortable that I was maintaining my weight loss. A day before Ms. Kane was to arrive back in Houston, I got back on the scales to ensure myself that everything was good and I could give Ms. Kane my final glowing report. HOLY !@#@! – I had actually gained back four pounds and now only had a weight loss of 6 lbs!!!!!!!! My mind went racing. I realized I had less than 24 hours to try and lose 4 lbs. I immediately put on my jogging clothes and started running to total exhaustion. As I dragged myself back to the weight scales in my bathroom, I prayed that I had sweated off the necessary excess luggage weight. As I looked at the scale, it saddly showed that I had only sweated off one pound. The realization then hit me that there was no way I was going to make my committment to both myself and Ms. Kane.
So during the preceding night and following morning prior to meeting Ms. Kane, I pondered, fretted, strategized and finally reconciled how I was going to handle my meeting with Ms. Kane. Initially, I thought I would just lie about my weight loss and tell her I had actually achieved my goal. I mean, its not like she actually saw my initial weigh in. However, the more I thought about it, I knew this was not acceptable. A relationship like the one I had and wanted to maintain with Ms. Kane was about trust. I knew if this trust was ever breached, in any way, our relationship would never be the same. So finally, I came to the conclusion that the only way to handle this was to be honest with Ms. Kane and tell her the whole truth.
While driving to our appointment, I must admit that I started having second thoughts. All I could think of was knowing how much hurt I would bring to her and remembering her previous words that if I failed on my committment, the spanking would be severe. Once again though, I knew I had to follow through in be true to both myself and Ms. Kane.
I finally reached the meeting destination and called up to Ms. Kane to let her know I arrived. She sounded so happy and glad to hear my voice. She cheerfully gave me her rooom number and said she was looking forward to seeing the new and improved person. As I rode up the elevator to her room, my stomach and heart were sinking. I was so dreading this upcoming moment. I felt just like the Lion in the Wizard of Oz when he ran away from the Wizard and jumped through the window because he was scared.
I knocked on her door and it was immediately opened. Ms. Kane welcomed me in and gave me a big hug. She looked amazing, wearing a dress the showed off her beautiful figure and cleavage that would make any man weak in the knees. She then took a step back and looked at me. A bit of a frown went across her face. “Steve, how much weight did you say you lost”, she asked. I then stuttered and finally told her…”Ms. Kane, I didnt make my weigh loss goal. I know you are disappointed and believe me, I am disappointed in myself. I cant believe that I am having to give you this news, I am embarrased and ashamed.” Ms. Kane just stood there, with her arms cross and a glaring look in her eyes. I went on further to try and explain how this failure occured, hoping to find some excuse that would bring some level of sympathy from Ms. Kane. However, as I further tried to explain and come up with excuses, the look on Ms. Kane’s face seemed to even become stern. I finally realized that I was actually digging myself a deeper hole and decided the best action at this point was to throw myself at the mercy of the court.
Ms. Kane still stood there with her arms folded and finally spoke slowly and coldly to me…”Steve, I am hurt and so disappointed with you. We had an agreement and you basically lied to me. Do you remember what I told you the consequences would be if you failed to make your weight goal?” I responded…”Yes maam, I do. Please know that I am so sorry!” “Well, sorry right now is not going to cut it mister”, she stated. “I am now going to leave the room for a moment and give you some time to reflect and make a decision. If you are ready to suffer the consequences, when I come back in the room, I expect you to have all your clothes off and be standing with your hands on top of your head and your nose stuck in the corner of this room. I will want you to be thinking about the severe spanking you are about to recieve and know that no matter how much you beg and plead for mercy, that none will be given. However, if you decide that you are not willing to suffer these consequences, then you need to realize that I will escort you out of my room and that we will never make contact again. Do you understand?” At that point, Ms. Kane exited the room and left me standing there dazed.
As I shakenly stood there, I must admit that there was consideration of taking the second option of leaving. I knew from the first spanking I recieved from Ms. Kane, she could deliver an unbelievably hard spanking. However, at least that spanking had the words of encouragment and caring carresses that helped me through the session. I knew that this was not going to be the case this time. Deep down though, I knew what I had to do. So slowly, I started taking off my clothes and folding them across the chair in the room. When I got to my underwear, I knew then ther was no turning back. I finished my disrobing and went to the corner of the room, put my nose in the corner and placed my hands on the top of my head as instructed and waited on Ms. Kane’s return.
Shortly thereafter, Ms. Kane returned to the room. “Steve, I am glad you finally made the right decision. As I already told you, I am deeply disappointed in you and angry. You are going to recieve a discipline spanking that you will remember for weeks ahead by everytime you sit down. I dont want to hear you pleading or telling me how sorry you are any more. We are well past that point and that is something you should have thought about a long time ago. However, I will tell you that at the conclusion of the spanking, I will consider our slate clean again and we can resume our relationship. Does all this sound reasonable and fair?” Knowing that I could re-build the relationship with Ms. Kane was enough to respond affirmatively to her question…”Yes maam, you are being more than fair and I recognize that I deserve the spanking I am about ready to recieve.”
Ms. Kane then said. “Well Steve, then lets get started and get this over with. Please follow me to the end of the bed where I want you to bend over and place both hands on the matress. I will want you to push out your bottom and maintain this position throughout your spanking. Any jumping around, leg kicking and hollering will only prolong your punishment. Do you understand?” I shook my head yes and then turned around to follow her to the end of the bed. When I saw Ms. Kane, she was no longer in a dress but had changed to blue jeans and a sweat shirt. It was like she was fixing to go to a blue collar job work site. Ms. Kane could see the suprise in my eyes and quickly told me…”Steve, I’m dressed like this to ensure your entire focus is where it should be…namely your breaking of a promise and your failure to follow through on committments that you have made to yourself and me. Do you understand”…she scolding stated. “Yes maam, I understand”…I responded.
Ms. Kane led me over to the end of the bed and pushed on my back to have me bend over. ” Steve, I told you I wanted your bottom sticking out. Now hurry up and get on with it.” I did as instructed and then waited. Out of no where came the first swat from hell. Apparently she had the large paddle, the one she had used on me before when giving me “six of her best”. The immediate impact was of unbelievably intensity. I definitely realized now, that without any bottom warm up, that her comment of remembering this spanking for weeks to come was a statment of fact and not opinion. Without any further delay, the paddle came down again, again and again. The room was echoing with the sounds of what can only be described as shot gun blasts. The only interuptions during the spanking was when she took the time to remind me to stick my bottom out again. After an undetermined amount of swats from this vicious paddle, and my bottom throbbing in total pain, Ms. Kane stopped to gather her breath. My legs were shaking so badly, that I was unsure if I could still stand up.
Ms. Kane then told me…”Steve, we are about through with your spanking. You took the spanking well, other than some of the feet dancing, which I will address here shortly. However, before starting again, I want to make sure that I will have assurances from you that this failure to meet your committments will never happen again.” With a shaking voice, I responded…”Ms. Kane, I do understand your disappointment and I don’t take it lightly. I understand how I lied to you. I promise you this will never happen again. I know what I am receiving right now is just and due.” I actually added the last part thinking this might soften up Ms. Kane and make the last part of the spanking not at intense. I was wrong.
“Good” she replied…”The last of the spanking is going to be with the cane. I know you are nervous about the cane but this is what is required to make sure I leave a lasting impression. Furthermore, I better not see any dancing feet or I can assure you, not only will your bottom get a thrashing, but your thighs as well. Do I make myself understood?” Any hopes of leniency were lost in her “matter of fact” statment. I nodded my head while she repositioned my hips to make sure my bottom was out and I was located free and clean from any obstacles she might accidently hit while swinging the cane.
I then heard behind me the numerous swishes of the cane as it cut through the air. I felt shivers go down my back and tried to mentally prepare myself for the upcoming on-slaught. I did not have to wait long. The first stroke of the cane hit dead center on my bottom. One would think that after the paddling, some of the sensory nerves would have been numbed. WRONG….the pain shot through my bottom like someone had just placed a hot branding iron on my bottom. The wind was literally sucked out of me, leaving me breathless. Ms. Kane then calmly told me…”Steve, I plan to give you nine more strokes of the cane that were just like this first one. I will warn you now though, I better not see any wiggling around. Now, as I administer each stroke, I want you to count them out to me and I think it would only be right that you ask for another. Do you agree?” Obviously, I had no room not agree and therefore responded with…”Yes maam, I agree totally.”
So the caning continued. As promised, each stroke of the cane was given with the same intensity as the first. It is hard to explain but the initial cane / skin contact seemed tolerable but would then have an exploding aftershock effect. As instructed, I would count off each stroke while asking for another. By the seventh stroke of the cane, I actually found myself crying. This was the first time I had ever cried during a spanking since I was nine years old. I now found myself blubbering like a baby…partially out of the pain intensity but more so because of the guilt I had been carrying for so long. When the final stroke of the cane had landed, I litterally collapsed on the bed. My legs were so weak that I could no longer stand. Dana, (no longer my disciplinarian but now my friend), sat next to me on the bed and comforted me with soft words and a caring carress of my back and buttocks. She then went to the table and brought back some lotion and applied it to my backside while stating…”Steve, our slate is clean again. I am proud of you for taking the punishment spanking. Just relax here now and think about your way forward and not looking back. I want you to re-commit to me now your goal to lose the weight your doctor has recommended. I really do care about you and your health.”
I knew she cared. It meant a lot to me and I was so appreciative of all her past and current support. Most importantly to me, I knew she would be there in the future as well. So without hesitation, I sat up (gingerly) and told her that I would lose the additional weight and had no qualms with providing her with a guarantee. With a caring voice and slight smile, she told me…”I do believe you, but lets just make sure that your willing to still make this committment again in a weeks time…when your bottom can really remind you of the negative consequences.” She then helped me up to take a look at my bottom in the mirror. Deep welts and bruising had already started occurring. She then gave me a big hug and told me to take my time in getting dressed as she was leaving the room. I stood there still looking at my bottom in the mirror. Even though the pain was intense, I also felt a deep sense of relief…like my soul had been cleansed. I also felt grateful and thankful that I had a great friend in Dana.
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Enjoyed enormously, as per your instructions, Mistress Kane. I only wish I were able to comply with more of your wishes, aided by a little encouragement from one of your delicious implements, of course!
Respectfully yours, as always,
hedgehog
Excellent story; makes me want March 2012 to come quickly!
What a superb piece of writing. The way Steve recounts his thoughts, feelings and reactions is just so real, capturing the intensity of this scene, and both the severity, tenderness and concern that Dana displayed. Moments when we are able to fly in sub-space are so precious and I’m so pleased for you Steve that you had this experience. Thanks to both you and Dana for sharing it with us.
UKL
I am curious about the depiction of Ms. Kane here. From her prologue, it sounds like it’s an accurate prediction of her response. Is that about right?