Detention
Detention
A spanking session with Lady Jose, organised by Mistress Andrea
Continued from: My First Real Spanking
Those following the blog will remember back to Mistress Andrea’s gift where i was privileged to have a session set up with a professional disciplinarian, the renowned Lady Jose.
Well it was that time again, but this time i was going in blind so to speak. I trusted both Mistress Andrea and Lady Jose to organise the session, they both knew my limits and such so all I had to do was report at the allotted time, with my designated outfit to Lady Jose’s spanking parlour.
The only clues i had was that my outfit was that of a school girl, and that last time Mistress told me i WOULD be meeting the cane in my next session. So it was not a surprise when i entered Lady Jose’s parlour that my eyes were greeted by the following scene.
Yes, i was going back to school. Little did I know just how much trouble i would be in or the emotional rollercoaster i was about to be put through….
As ever, before the session there was a relaxed discussion. I coincidentally listened to a particularly amazing podcast on the way up to Lady Jose called “The Dirty Secrets Podcast”, and an episode with a sub called KayLust. Fascinating, but why i mentioned it was they discussed how important the communication before and after is. I can totally relate to that as my work revolves around plan, execute, review alot.
If you are into watching porn, a great example of this is the work done by the folks at kink dot com. I mean not only do they do some incredible scenes from all realms of kink, but it is great the fact they film the before chat where the actors go over what they like, what the expect, limits etc, as well as the after review of what worked, what didn’t, what they liked, how they felt.
I struggled at first with the “how do you feel” question from Mistress and Daddy after a session, but now I know it’s my time to be totally honest and say what worked, and what didn’t. That will come up later, as for me there were some things that really didn’t work for me this time round.
Anyway, Lady Jose and I had a little chat, i think She was excited i knew nothing about the session ahead and after a coffee i went to get changed. This worked really well actually, last time i got dressed first then we chatted, but this time chatting first then getting dressed meant we went right into the scene.
The only thing missing was the school bell to call me to class….
I was immediately put down for my appearance, i didn’t have a bow in my hair. I was kind of blindsided by this, it was such a change from the previous session where it was more friendly.
I soon found myself bent over a wooden desk being told i was going to be caned for showing up to class like i was. As Miss Jose approached, the swish of the cane through the air was so intimidating.
“Oh no, you dare show up with a bruised bottom as well alice?” Miss Jose said, pulling down my panties and hosiery. “What did you do to deserve this, you must be a very naughty little girl! 6 strokes for turning up to my class in such a state, you will count them alice.”
The pain of the first blow was such a shock, but i managed to stammer out “one”.
“No alice, that's not good enough. You will count, and say ‘thank you Miss’ after each stroke. Start again.”
Those 6 blows really hurt, i mean there was no warm up, no gentle spanking it was a punishment spanking right off the bat.
I was told to sit down, and then my worst nightmare happened. Languages, specifically dutch. Now i hated languages at school, my dyslexia coupled with some terrible teachers made sure i hated each and every minute of classes in both French and German and i dropped them as soon as i could.
This put me back there. Yes i have been living in Belgium for 5 years, yes i should know more dutch but i work in an international office in Antwerp which is quite a cosmopolitan, multicultural city. People in my office are from across the globe, Portugal, Denmark, Finland, Singapore, India, US, Italy. The language in the office is English, and discussion with customers is English.
I have been doing duolingo sure, but that teaches you totally pointless sentences like “ik ben een appel” (i am an apple), not what i was about to be asked.
I was made to repeat the dutch word, then tell Miss Jose what it meant. I couldn't, I just didn’t know. I felt totally useless and was told such as well which really hurt. More than any spanking that day, the condemnation of Miss Jose was the most painful thing.
Being told you are useless, that you are a disappointment was almost too much. It flickered through my head what the hell am i doing here at one stage, which made me feel even worse knowing the effort Lady Jose and Mistress had put into this scene. It was a total flashback to school German, totally unable to answer and helpless to actually do anything about it. If you don’t know the word, you don’t know the word.
I wanted to cry, maybe i should have cried and let it out. I tried to push the negativity from my mind, remind myself this was a made up scene and that i wasn’t actually letting Mistress or Lady Jose down, at least i hoped i wasn’t.
At some point Miss Jose mistaked a sob for a chuckle, “did you just laugh, Alice?” Miss scolded me.
If only she knew how close i was to bursting into tears and asking things to stop. It wasn’t the spanking, that part i really enjoyed, it was the emotional punishment i was facing. I couldn’t handle that part well, not in this school setting. Maths lesson, fine. Science, love it. More of the soft subjects i hated and it will always invoke a negative reaction it turns out. I had no idea i would react like this,
Every time i couldn’t give the right answer i was punished, sometimes with the cane, sometimes with a slipper. Leraaren (Teachers), Strafwerk (punishment work), Luister (Listen - to which Miss Jose was literally pulling my ear as a hint). I didn’t know anything.
Then it moved to sentences, and oh my was i bad. First Miss Jose would orally dictate something for me to write down in my schrift…
Then it was on to finish the sentence “Ik stek mijn hand op….”
Now i knew what i meant, “I put my hand up” and knew the rest was something like “if i have a question” but i just didn’t know the dutch.
Miss Jose must have finished the sentence for me 6, 8 maybe 10 times and i still couldn’t get it.
"als ik een vraag heb.” which translates in this order to “if i a question have.” Hmmm sounds kinda familiar that way of saying it after a Star wars binge this weekend for May the 4th day.….
Turns out Yoda is not 100% true, failure and a good caning from Miss Jose is the best teacher it turns out. Well i didn’t need to use the force here, Miss Jose was doing that very well with the cane, with the slipper, with Her hand, straps and paddles. Boy oh boy was that sentence flogged into me - kind of reminds me of monty python ....”beatings will continue until morale improves” lol.
My linear brain kept wanting to put the heb first,
“I have a question”.
“Ik heb een vraag…..”
WRONG!
I doubt i will forget that sentence anytime soon. “Ik stek mijn hand op als ik een vraag heb.”
After being punished over the desk, i was put over Miss Jose’s lap for an OTK spanking, then back over the desk for work with the paddles. Oh boy, when Miss Jose targeted my sit-spots specifically with the ebony hair brush, saying “i want you to feel this for days alice as a reminder” i knew it would hurt, but my goodness did that REALLY hurt!
When Miss Jose said, “I always like to finish with where i start,” and picked up the cane i almost sobbed. This was really going to hurt.
Six strokes, and each one more painful. Goodness i yelled, just about remembering to thank Miss Jose for each stroke for fear of the counter restarting. I gripped the desk so hard at one point one of my nails came off. Yet still i couldn’t cry. I was emotionally wrecked, i felt a failure, i felt like such a disappointment. I wanted to cry but simply couldn’t for some reason.
Miss Jose picked up one of Her shoes and held it to the wall, pointing at it. “Hold it there alice with your nose, and if you DARE drop it there will be 12 strokes of the cane!” My nose pushed against the sole at first.
I couldn’t take 12 more, i knew it. I had no choice but to hold the shoe. It’s position was moved after some time, it was too easy apparently like it was. Soon my nose was INSIDE Miss Jose’s shoe, holding it there whilst smelling the wonderful scent of Her feet.
I had never done shoe sniffing before, but hopefully it’s not the last time. Mistress Andrea asked me after how long i stood in the corner. I literally have no idea, could have been 2 minutes, could have been 30 mins. I was gone, totally in subspace with my only focus on holding that shoe, the smell and the flames that surely were coming off my bottom given how it felt.
Nothing else in the world mattered but holding that shoe.
After the scene ended the mood changed instantly. It was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. I said it last time, and will say it again, Lady Jose gives amazing hugs and boy did i need this one.
We spoke about the session a little, about the cane and such and Lady Jose offered to give me some bonus mementos of the session with some over the lap canes. That was fun, they hurt a lot and were probably fairly gentle taps but the effect is instant and very visible.
I left and drove home, thinking hard about the session and my reactions. The tears came in the car eventually, i was frustrated with myself, i was disappointed i had been so bad. My stupid reaction kind of took a bit of the shine of an amazing session.
I can’t wait to go back to Lady Jose as the spanking experience is just incredible, but i just hope next time it’s not for another Dutch lesson.
Oh and please don’t read this as i didn’t enjoy the session, i did for the most part. It was just incredibly intense and a small part of it evoked a negative reaction in me that was totally unexpected and unforeseeable.
After Daddy was kind enough to let me go on dates with my boyfriends and i had the most intense sissygasm of my life as i was being bred, boy was that powerful. Had my legs quivering and all. I only believed that happened because of the intense session that day so “alles is goed, als het goed eindigt!”
Kisses
alice
xxx
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