This is a 100% true story, I swear. I will just say that first because it will sound like I did all this on purpose just to be punished but I’m sooo not into that or like that, but just your regular scatty blond. After three years or so of blogging I would hope you know that by now. Here’s what happened:
I have been a very naughty young lady and am so sorry now and genuinely worried that I may get into trouble with the authorities. The other weekend my fellow spanking model friend Carlie came to stay. We shopped, partied at home, went to a spanking party one day and a fetish club the following day, and drank copious amounts of alcohol. This led to our bad girl grand finale on the final day.
For the past few months I have had lots of freedom without any guidance and mentoring. I really believed I had started to grow up a lot and was self disciplined and able to run things just as I liked and it would all be OK. I have since been told by my Mentor Dr Williams, who recently returned to be responsible for my behaviour, that I still have a way to go because I am still very teenage in my attitude a lot and need to be reminded that it will not be tolerated.
It was a quiet public holiday and after couple of bottles of wine, playing loud music and dancing ourselves hyper we dressed ourselves up in some sexy fetish clothing we had bought from the BDSM club. I wore a ‘Westward Bound’ gorgeous blue rubber top (that you can see in the picture above) with a very short skirt and black strappy heels, and Carlie wore her new sexy corset and jeans. It was three in the afternoon and she suggested going out to the pub to top ourselves up and continue our binge, cos we were having so much fun. God only knows what the neighbours must have thought on what was a quiet bank holiday afternoon. So, dressed like a couple of call girls we headed down to the shops. All the way there I kept saying I felt stupid going out half naked in the middle of the afternoon in a posh suburb full of families and old people, so to reassure me Carlie stopped everyone we passed on the way. “Excuse me, my friend thinks she looks stupid and I’m trying to tell her she looks gorgeous. What do you think? She does look gorgeous doesn’t she?” she asked. Thankfully everyone agreed with her which made me chill a bit more and actually love being gawked at, it was like old times!. Carlie said “The men love us, the women hate us”, and we just needed to “own it” and not care what anyone thinks, and I began to agree and soooo do ever since then. My acting teacher also told me to “own it” (the stage) too and it is giving me confidence now I am doing it.
Anyway, I decided to go to the supermarket to get some food to eat later and after buying a hot cooked chicken, some ice cream and frozen veg I arrived at the checkout. Carlie was already there but unbeknown to me she had decided we were staying out. She is naturally Domme in our relationship but I only discovered that at the fetish club after she spanked me to try out some new paddles she bought. I don’t usually do much girl-girl stuff even in play, but it started out as a giggle and since then things have just been much better between us because we both know where we stand now.
So, I had this hot wrapped chicken in one hand and frozen stuff in the other. I dithered and deliberated with Carlie about taking the chicken back to the counter but she told me we were leaving now and to just put it back in the open chilled compartment “NOW” , so I did, OMG!!!!. What I didn’t consider at all was that I was in an open Mentoring situation again with Dr Williams and need to confess any naughtiness of attitude problems to him. He can always tell when I’m hiding something or lying just by looking at me so I never try. On that day though I totally forgot about my rules and our agreement and just wanted to have fun with my lovely friend.
My Punishment
This picture was taken on Monday about 40 minutes after I was given 6 strokes of the cane and spanked on my bare bottom by Dr Williams. When I told him about what happened he was calm and listened to the story unfold. I had no idea of the consequences but as he mentioned “vandalism”, “anti social behaviour”, “health risk” and “acting like a 14 year old”, I knew it was serious. I have known him ever since I ever got into spanking so he has seen me grow so much and progress as a person.
I started to shiver at the idea of what could have happened. What if someone was sick cos of unsafe food etc, a child maybe? I cried and cried as I talked it through with him, so much so that he sent me to my room until I calmed down and told me not to come back until I was able to talk calmly. I know I have said this many times before and I suspect there are those who still imagine I just do all this as some sort of game but it was deadly serious, totally real and he never plays games either. I agreed that I needed to be punished and it was a caning. I was also told to go back to the store and ask to see the Manager and apologise, which made me cry all over again, but I am going to do this and offer to pay and hope they won’t be too hard on me.
Dr Williams ended up letting me off a lot more lightly that I deserved he said, because I only had a quite mild caning and short spanking but it hurt so much at the time and again I was in floods of tears. He caned me first, I had corner time with my nose against the wall and my toes touching the skirting board and then I was spanked over his knee. I know that the cane will be used much more often now most times, and that I will also be spanked much more and more soundly whenever he needs to see me because I argued a lot and tried to get out of punishment even after we had agreed to it. Quite simply, I wrote my own rules which are just a few sentences these days, but if I break them he just enforces them as my Mentor. It is totally consentual yet as I hadn’t been spanked for a while I tried to get out of it because I knew it would hurt on my semi virginal bottom again. I know now that he is firmly in charge and not to argue anymore, or else there is no point in him helping me anymore. When it was over he told me I had gone back two or three years and was not the maturing student he thought I had become. He gave me a hug and left and I went to bed more with the worry about going to apologise to the store manager than the throbbing bottom I had for a while. It looks like there is still lots of ‘Trouble with Emma’ for a while yet whether I like it or not