So what’s the most intense feeling one can experience?
- Fear of the unknown?
- The rush of adrenaline when you push yourself just that little bit further than you thought possible?
- The tumbling of your stomach in the presence of a beautiful woman?
You don’t know?!
Try standing outside that large wooden door, clutching a piece of paper in my hand and staring nervously at the embossed sign that read: “Miss Svenson — Headmistress”.
Just try doing that and see how you feel as you knock on that door, hear a curt voice bark “Enter”, turn the handle and walk in as instructedÖ
In the moment you hand Miss Svenson the piece of paper that describes exactly why you’ve been sent to her as she opens it, reads it and frowns, you’ll feel all three combined. That simple crease of her forehead seems such an innocent guesture yet it conveys many things instantly — you’re in trouble — a lot of trouble — and by the time you leave this room, you’ll have paid dearly for the fun that got you into this mess in the first placeÖ
Everyone does it, right? You’re in a shop, no one is looking — so you grab something, stick it under your coat and swiftly walk out before you’re noticedÖ except someone did notice. You got caught, were reported and sent to Miss Svenson to be dealt with. You recall the words of the lady who caught you so clearly — ” In my day you’d have got a damn good thrashing and you’d think twice about stealing again — so here’s my dealÖ take this note to a friend of mine, allow her to deal with you accordingly, return back here and show me proof and we’ll let this matter drop. Refuse and I’ll get the Police involved — you’ll get a criminal record and maybe lose your jobÖ you decideÖ”
Miss Svenson looks up at you and shakes her head sadly. Stand up and walks to the centre of the room. She pulls over a chair, sits upon it and straightens her tight black skirt.
“I despise thieves. You are despicable. I am going to give you a spanking you’ll not forget in a hurry. Get over here, boy.”
You do so.
“Over my knee.”
Again you do as youíre instructed.
Her left arm pushes into the small of your back and holds you firmly in place as her right hand rises and descends in a rapid staccato rhythm as she begins to spank your backside sharply. It kind of stings but not really — if this is a ‘damn good thrashing’ then you’re getting off easily — but then:
“Stand up and remove your trousers”
You do so — and when beckoned, return over her knee after which the spanking resumes. This is starting to sting a little more — not too uncomfortable but then you feel your pants being lowered. You start to feel it now — a warmth building almost to the point of feeling uncomfortable. But hey, you can handle thisÖ
The spanking stops. You hear a drawer being opened and closed. A cool flat object rests lightly against your buttocks and is rubbed over the warm surface. This is nice! Thanks Miss Svenson! It is lifted and falls rapidly with a loud ‘splat!’ — a hairbrush — oh godÖ NO! This isn’t so goodÖ NOÖ NOÖ stopÖ the brush strikes over and over relentlessly. You struggle and find your right arm pinned behind your back, your legs locked in place by her right leg — no escape. It HURTS. STOP. PLEASE.
Finally the spanking ends and Miss Svenson releases her iron grip on you. You stand up and she directs you to the corner where you are instructed to stand with your hands on your head while your backside throbs and burns.
“That’s for stealing” she calls out as she strides over to a cupboard in the far corner, opens the door and retrieves somethingÖ “Now this will teach you not to steal again”…
You dare to glance over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of a heavy black leather strap that Miss Svenson holds firmly in her right hand as she draws the business end over her left palmÖ
“Get over here and hold your left hand out” she demands. Of course you do as you’re told. She lifts the strap high over her shoulder and then with fearsome enthusiasm draws it back over and brings it slamming across your palm with a tremendous crack. The pain is immediate and devastating. You pull your hand away and right away she shouts at you “Hold that hand back out, boy”. Oh GodÖ you do as you’re told but it’s so hardÖ a second and third stroke follow and then you’re told to present your right hand for the same treatment. Then a further three strokes are delivered to both hands again as she shouts out “Let this be a leson to you, boy. If you are EVER sent to me again you’ll feel the wrath of my cane.“Ö
You know how sometimes your mouth works with no discernible assistance from your brain? How your conscious mind seems to simply observe as your mouth utters words that it knows you’ll regret later? This is one of those occasionsÖ and time seems to slow almost to a stop as your lips form one single word that you barely whisper but which Miss Svenson immediately responds toÖ
“Bitch.”
Her strap falls to her side. Her mouth opens and eyebrows rise in surprise and then surprise turns to anger and it’s as if a storm is gathering on the horizon — all seems calm but bad things are about to happen. She marches back over to her cupboard, throws the strap into it, reaches in and withdraws a long, straight handled cane then strides back towards you, unbuttoning the sleeve of the right hand sleeve of her blouse with her left hand as she does so then rolls it up past her elbow, revealing what would in other circumstances appear to be a quite lovely, womanly arm but in this situation all you can think about is how toned that slender forearm appears. The tempest is upon you as she literally yells at you:
“BEND OVER MY DESK, HOLD ON TO THE OTHER SIDE AND DON’T YOU *DARE* GET OUT OF THAT POSITION UNTIL I TELL YOU TO.”
Oh God. Why did you say that stupid word. WHY.
“DID YOU NOT HEAR ME, BOY? GET OVER THAT DESK. I’LL TEACH YOU JUST HOW MUCH OF A BITCH I CAN BE.”
This is terrifying — the calm, controlled woman has left and in her place, a furious female intent on unleashing her wrath upon you with a sturdy and terrifying three feet of whippy cane!
Fearing the consequences of refusal, you do as you’re told. You bend over, you hold on to the far side firmly and then, the lovely Miss Svenson plainly and simply gives you the thrashing of your life. Twenty four times the cane rises and falls. You can hear her utter little moans of exertion followed by a loud ‘whoosh’ and an explosive ‘kerr-ACK’ as she beats you and in turn you cry out over and over again. Tears stream down your face, collecting into two small pools on the hard wooden surface of the desk.
So what’s the most intense feeling one can experience?
If you really want the answer, get caught stealing, call Miss Svenson a bitch and ask yourself the question again as you carefully try to sit down afterwards!