“Miko and Robert will be next”, Miss Grey announced, standing with one arm resting on the fireplace mantle of her spacious living room and the other holding the bamboo rod she was rarely seen without, as if it were a cane for support.
Twelve pairs of eyes - classmates arranged in a semi-circle around the room - turned toward the two next up to give their classroom demonstration. Those who had already presented, much more relaxed than the ones still awaiting their turn. Not only was the midterm exam no small part of their overall class grade, no one wanted the embarrassment of performing poorly in front of their classmates, or worse, their instructor. And of course, their was the prize.
Miko got up from her classroom chair with her class-issued maple paddle in hand, released the lock on Robert’s cage, and strode over to a similarly styled chair in the middle of the semi-circle with the confidence of someone who had studied and practiced thoroughly for the exam - which she had. Not that she wasn’t nervous. She and everyone else in the room knew how important projecting an air of confidence was, much like the forced smiles of satisfaction gymnasts display at the end of their routines. Miko took the center seat, laid her paddle on the floor, pressed down her pleated skirt with both hands, and with a quick slap of hand against thigh, sharply called out, “Come!”.
Robert of course knew that to be his cue. He nudged open the unlocked cage door with his forehead and crawled out onto the dark hardwood floor. With all the confidence he could muster, he too made his way to the center stage. Although crawling naked for all to see, he couldn’t completely hide the shame he still felt. It was hard not to reflect that only six weeks back he and his classmates - a few of them already gone - showed up for Miss Grey’s seminar on behavioral coaching with little idea of what was to be in store for them. Robert made a point of sitting next to a shy looking attractive girl of, he later found out, Filipino descent. She was maybe five years younger than him, in her late-twenties he guessed, and had brought with her a spiral notebook and two pens. None of which it had occurred to him to bring along. As they made small talk before the seminar began and then again before they all left for the day, Robert felt Miko loosening up a little, even if she courteously but quickly shot-down his suggestion of coffee afterward. She was clearly there to learn the lessons Miss Grey had to teach with as little distraction as possible. And so they left with a cheerful ‘See you next week!’ exchange, as two new classmates on fully equal terms. Robert was surprised to find himself curiously intrigued by Miko’s studious demeanor, quite different than his own not so studious one.
As Robert crawled on, he couldn’t help but glance at his brothers and sisters - as over time he came to think of them - who remained locked in cages on the floor beside their seated partners, or ‘Givers’, as Miss Grey designated the seated classmates. In fact, one full class was devoted to all that that term implied in their roles as Givers of punishment, encouragement, discipline, and strength (PEDS was the acronym by which they were first taught to remember this). Although they were all competing to be the best in the class, the ones not chosen to be a Giver banded together as best they could to show their support for one another. After all, there were few others they could share their experiences with, and fewer still who would understand the torrid mix of emotions that filled them every time they took their place across their Giver’s lap. Off to the left Diane, the middle-aged divorcee who came looking to get on with her life, squatted obediently in her cage as her Giver, a young man about Robert’s age, had instructed her. Directly ahead of him George, a senior exec at a local telecom firm, leaned to one side of his cage to rest as close as possible to his Giver, a girl who had been struggling with her college studies prior to coming here. And off to the right, Robert noticed Steven, a mid-twenties slacker, sitting peacefully with head on hands in front him, feeling secure beside the sweet elderly woman who held the key to his cage and occasionally popped Steven a snack treat of some sort between the bars above him. Three other pairings - each chosen by Miss Grey for reasons that only she fully understood (and no one questioned) - completed the semi-circle, but Robert refocused on the matters at hand.
There he was, in the center of the room on all fours, facing Miko’s – his Giver’s – bare legs. Robert recalled how he had seen boxers touch gloves before a bout in a show of mutual respect before what transpires, as he pressed his lips against each of Miko’s sneakers one time each and then looked up at her expectantly. ‘OK, not quite mutual’, he thought – Robert caught himself from smiling at the comparison.
Miss Grey walked out to the center of the room with them, and with a quick twirl of her ever-present bamboo rod, signaled for them to begin. Miko patted her skirt twice to indicate she was ready for Robert to take his place. Without hesitation, he pulled the upper half of his body across her lap so that his fingers and toes just touched the floor on either side of her, and braced himself for what he was to endure over the next fifteen minutes. Miko lifted his head with a tug on his hair so that they were eye to eye, faces just a few inches apart, and gave him the quick instruction or encouragement – he wasn’t sure – to ‘do well’. With that, she let go of his head and started gently rubbing his bottom with her palm, mixing in light, purposeful slaps.
As Miko started in on the demonstration she recalled the notes she took in their second class about the importance of warming up the bottom’s, well, bottom. It served two distinct purposes:
One, it calmed him or her down. Anyone put in that position was bound to be nervous, and this let them know that everything would be ok. She in fact admired their courage for placing their trust in someone about to strike them repeatedly, and at that moment - as she always did at the start - felt the rush of having someone so completely place their trust in her. This was a responsibility she didn’t dare take lightly.
Two, it warmed the bottom, making it less sensitive to the blows against it that were to follow. Although nothing would ever make them unpainful, at least someone properly warmed-up wouldn’t flinch or squirm so much. Nothing aggravated her more than when the person lying there couldn’t control themselves in her lap, throwing off her own practiced rhythm of well-thought out discipline. Several students were tossed out of the class for that very reason, no matter how much considerate warming-up they received.
Miko knew it was time to begin the transition to the firm, rhythmic spanking that would bring pain, pleasure, and arousal to the man draped across her lap. All natural bottoms experienced some combination of the three, in an ongoing battle for attention. With Robert, she knew that the acute pain he felt at the outset eventually gave way to pleasure and arousal, only to return at specific moments of her choosing. She knew that he was indeed ready for the transition by the warmth of his bottom. Of course, the coloring was an indicator as well, but temperature was the best guide with Robert. Miko was particularly proud of this discovery on her part as it meant that she had the confidence to move beyond following Miss Grey’s lessons strictly as they were taught, and like a good chef or artist, exercise judgment and creativity in her work.
“Whap!” Pause. “Whap! Whap!” Pause. “Whap”. …
As Robert felt the Giver’s small, forceful cupped palms strike his bottom (yes, he was now in the zone where he no longer thought of the girl administering his spanking as ‘Miko’, but as the ‘Giver’), he began to move in a rhythm that matched her own. An intricate call and response between the two of them, he liked to think of it. Only the calls hurt like hell sometimes. But this evening Robert, grateful for the proper warm-up he received, was handling the initial rush of pain well. Twice he let out small yelps, but that was permitted, and even encouraged, as long as they didn’t disrupt the Giver. It was understood that a bottom’s responses could take varied forms. It was a natural part of their profile as a bottom.
As the blows gradually increased in intensity, Robert managed the stinging pain at point of impact by imagining it spread throughout his body until there was nothing left, just as he had been taught. In contrast to the warm-up period that subdued him into submissiveness with the delicate touch of his Giver’s soft hands, Robert was now experiencing the full-on adrenaline rush of riding out the pain being administered blow by blow. And as he did so, he felt the familiar stirring of arousal. Part of that stirring was him experiencing unlikely sensations as pleasure. But that was only the beginning. Knowing that he was handling the experience calmly as he had been taught – something he believed few others to be capable of – instilled in him a kind of confidence that translated into sexual excitement. And most importantly, he felt the stirring for the girl who’s lap he laid across – the Giver’s warm and comforting lap. He knew the pride she felt in pushing him to endure punishments that were once far beyond his threshold. This was the fruit of her hard efforts spent training him, and he badly didn’t want to disappoint her. This desire not to disappoint her – to please her – excited him further yet.
The striking stopped. More gentle rubbing of his now quite sore and reddened bottom followed. The gentle stroking down the back of his head and neck he felt reminded him of the way he learned to pet a cat. If only he could master the trick of purring.
Miko picked up the maple paddle by the chair and quickly caught Robert’s faltering attention with a few quick strikes. She reacted quickly to his unexpected sideways turn in an attempt to avoid the next blow by reaching out with her free arm across the lower part of his back so she could firmly clasp his outer-thigh and hold him in place. Even though Robert was held in place in this manner, he continued to struggle, so Miko instinctively applied the remedial lessons she was taught. She ceased the paddling, told the struggling man to relax –both as an encouragement and command – and gave him a few soothing strokes before continuing with the paddling. She was pleased that her techniques worked, as Robert regained his composure. But there was one more step. He needed to be beaten with additional severity to punish him for faltering. Robert groaned loudly when she did this, but didn’t flinch and even thanked her in the midst of the groans. This made Miko smile. She knew how much he wanted to please her and couldn’t help but show his gratitude for her on the spot training to improve him. His arousal was also evident, which also pleased her.
“Well done, you may stop now”, Miss Grey directed several minutes later. She stooped over to closely inspect Robert’s bottom and then poked at it in various spots with her rod.
“That’s a delightful shade of red on both cheeks”, she said speaking only to Miko. “You clearly have learned your subject’s physiological responses well. There’s a slight asymmetry in the coloration probably due to his loss of control there for a few moments, but that can be readily fixed.”
With that, Miss Grey struck precisely on the spot that had been a slightly lighter shade of red with her rod. Robert let out a howl. The classroom erupted in laughter, but sure enough, symmetry was achieved.
“Miko, I’m giving you a 95 on your midterm, and Robert -” This was the first time Miss Grey was addressing him. She bent down on one knee and lifted his head by the chin so that his moist eyes could meet her gaze. “Robert, I’m giving you a 90 – we’ll still need to work on keeping your composure before moving on to the next level. But very good grades for both of you. I’ll meet with you both next week to discuss specific areas of improvement.” But for now, I want to give you the reward you’ve both earned.
Miss Grey walked back to the mantle and returned with a long and narrow pink box. Everyone knew what was inside. They were the first pair that evening to earn a collar and leash. Miko, who had been softly rubbing Robert’s bottom all this time and occasionally whispering comforting words to him, thanked Miss Grey and took the box. Their classmates applauded.
“You may dismount now,” Miss Grey directed, speaking to Robert for the second time that evening. He lifted himself off of Miko’s lap (yes, he thought of her as Miko again), kneeled before her, and once again kissed each of her shoes. He couldn’t begin to explain the warmth and love he felt for her right then.
As Miko placed his new collar in place around his neck and attached the leash to the hole in front, she smiled, patted his head, and offered to take him out for that long-overdue cup of coffee.
0 comments:
Post a Comment