Bend Over Alison

Bend Over Alison


By
The Disciplinarian

'Does your daughter need firm discipline? If so then contact Madame Le Clerc on Telephone 123 456 7890 or write to the address shown below.'
I saw this is the small ads in our local newspaper as I was flicking through. I stopped short and read it again. It certainly applied to me. I was a single mother and my daughter Alison was going through a difficult phase. She was eighteen and taking her final exams at High School before going, I hoped to University. She answered back to every request made, refused to clean her room and was generally disruptive. So difficult in fact that my friends no longer visited me because of her behaviour.
I was particularly concerned as it was nearly the long holiday and I knew that Alison would be on her own a lot as a worked part time. I therefore telephoned Madame le Clerc and we arranged to meet at my home the next day to discuss terms. When she arrived the next afternoon promptly to time I saw a slim lady of about forty-five years with her hair gathered back wearing a dark suit and with glasses which gave her the appearance of a school mistress. I explained the problem and she said she would like to see Alison before deciding. We chatted and agreed terms subject to her assessment of Alison being satisfactory.
Alison arrived home after school and Madame watched as she flung everything about ignored us both and went her room turning the CD player up full volume. I looked at Madame and she looked at me. She stood up and went to the door of Alison's room.

"Alison. I am here at the request of your mother to bring you back to your senses. I find everything about you quite repugnant and there will be changes immediately."
Alison was speechless at this and just stood and looked at me and Madame. I nodded:
"Yes Alison. Madame will be staying for the next month and you will do exactly as she tells you. Is that clear?
Alison looked at both off us and nodded sullenly. Whether this was an agreement only time would tell.
Madame spoke:
"Now Alison let us me quite clear from the start that I will tell you to do something ONCE, if it is not done immediately then you will be punished. Do you understand?"
Again Alison nodded:
"Yes madame is the response to that question. Let us try again. Do you understand?"
Alison stood and looked but said nothing. Madame went to her case and took a large firm leather paddle from it. She then walked across to Alison took her by the back of her neck and sitting down turned her over her knees. She then smoothed Alison's skirt and with a firm stroke "SPLATT!!" brought the paddle down on Alison's bum.
"OW!!" You can't do that!"
"On the contrary I can and am doing it. You will receive twelve strokes for disobedience. Count each one aloud or we will start again."
"SPLATT!!" the second stroke landed but Alison said nothing. "You still have twelve to come so I suggest you speak." "SPLATT!!", "One Madame"
"That is better now continue counting."
As the strokes fell Alison counted "SPLATT!!", "Two Madame, "SPLATT!!" "Three Madame, "SPLATT!!"....................until the final stroke "SPLATT!!" "Twelve Madame".
"You may now stand up and rub your bottom."
A tearful Alison stood up and rubbed her bottom as she did so. "I will now repeat my question and I hope that this time you are ready to answer. I will tell you to do something ONCE. If it is not done then you will be punished. Is that clear."
Reluctantly but clearly Alison agreed.
Whilst this paddling had been going on I had found myself with wet knickers as I watched the paddle landing and heard the sound. It want through my mind that I wondered what it would be like to be disciplined and knew that I wanted to feel the sting of the paddle on my bum.
Madame then asked to see Alison's schoolwork and when she had perused it she called Alison forwards.
"This is disgraceful and well below the acceptable standards for a girl of your intelligence. You will now receive six strokes of the cane and then I shall expect you to rewrite this essay neatly and without spelling mistakes.. You understand?"
Alison began to cry and looked at me but I said nothing and eventually she sobbed tot:
"Yes Madame."
"Good. Take of your skirt and knickers and bend over the arm of the sofa. I shall expect you to count out aloud each stroke and if you cry out or move the stroke will not count. Prepare yourself quickly."
Madame went to her case and took out a wicked looking cane which was about 27 inches long. I knew that this would sting when it landed on Alison's bum. I felt sorry for her but knew that we had to go ahead if she was to learn discipline. "So my lady not only is it the schoolwork which is poor but you are disobedient as well. I will now double the punishment. Remove that garment and bend over. Alison slipped the thong off her legs and kicked it aside before bending over the end of the sofa. I could see that her bum was already red and fiery from the paddle but knew that it would soon be even more sore.
Madame took up her cane and after touching Alison's bum once or twice "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK", brought it down firmly across both cheeks. The cane sunk in and created a white line which turned to red as the cane lifted. Alison cried out and put her hands behind her.
"OW", "OW" Please no more I will be good." "You were told not to move, not to cry out and to say the number of the stroke. If it happens again I will start again. Now back in position."
Alison bent over again and I saw the thin red mark left by the first stroke of the cane across her buttocks. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK", "Two Madame", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK", "Three Madame" "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK", and so it went on with Alison now remaining in position for the remainder of the twelve strokes. By the end her bum was a fiery red with a hash of lines across it where the cane had landed. She was sobbing quietly and, when she was told to stand up, threw herself into my arms. I comforted her but told her that it was for her own good and further punishment depended on her future behaviour. Meanwhile Madame would help her with the essay she had to rewrite. She dressed herself and then sat at the table with Madame talking and rewriting her work. We then had dinner and she went to bed.
Madame and I sat and watched the television until it was time to retire and discussed future events for Alison.
"You have to remember Madam that it is your lack of control which has created this situation. I think that it will need several days, or even weeks, before Alison is fully disciplined. "
I got into bed and relived the events of the day. I knew that Madame was right and I had a lot of responsibility for Alison's problems and I decided that I would ask her how to make some restitution. I had also found the paddling and caning exciting and as I played with myself I wondered if I could get madame to test me while Alison was at school the next day. My fingers were inside my pussy and I had feelings which I had suppressed since my husband had left as I rubbed my clitty before thrusting to fingers high inside my wet interior and bringing myself to a massive climax. I slid down into the bed and slept the night through.
At breakfast time Alison was cheerful and seemed to have suffered no ill effects from her punishment and she left for school confident that her homework would pass muster. Once she had gone I was about to bring up the question of being punished when Madame pre-empted me.
"Madam I think that we need a good talk. Your daughter has clearly been getting more difficult for a long time but, as we said last evening, you seem to have done nothing about it. Do you feel guilty over this?"
I admitted that I did and felt that I deserved to be sanctioned in some way.
"So if I suggest that you receive punishment similar to Alison's you would not object?"
"No, quite the contrary. I was aware last night that I had contributed to my daughter's problems and needed to be disciplined. Will you do it"
"You must understand that if I do then this is no 'play' punishment but a very serious misdemeanor which needs exorcising. If you wish to continue please go to your room undress and return to the lounge naked. "
I was shocked at the thought of being unclothed before her but went and undressed and returned as she had instructed. My mind was in a whirl but my bum and pussy were tingling with emotion also stood in front of her. She made me stand in front of her for several minutes while she told me about her plan of campaign for both of us.
"While I am here you will both be punished as, and when, I feel it is necessary. At present it will be private for you but eventually it is possible that you will both be dealt with together, Is that clear and agreed?"
I was not sure that I wanted to be punished in front of my daughter but that was in the future and now was my own punishment so I agreed.
Madame sat down on the sofa and told me to lay across her knees. I did so and after one or two light touches "SMACKK!!", her hand landed on my bum . It was the shock more than anything which made me react and put my hands back "OW" but she took no notice before "SMACKK!!", "SMACKK!!", "SMACKK!!", "SMACKK!!", the blows rained in. I had no idea how many but they were soft and hard, fast and slow until my bum was glowing with the heat and my pussy was wet with the feelings she had engendered. "SMACKK!!", "SMACKK!!", "SMACKK!!", "SMACKK!!", still they rained down until after what seemed an eternity she stopped.
"Stand up!"
I stood up gingerly because my bum was glowing with heat and sore from her ministrations.
"Now bend over the end of the sofa. I am going to give you two dozen strokes of the cane. This will hurt but you know that you deserve them. Just as I told Alison, I want no hands behind you, no crying out or the strokes will not count. Into position."
I bent over as instructed. I felt a gentle tap on my bum and then "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", a searing pain suffused my bum like a branding iron. The heat coursed through my body as the burning sensation went deep. "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", now the second one drew its own message this time landing a little higher. I could still feel the pain from the first and this one added its own measure. "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", she laid each stroke with precision and made sure that I felt each stoke before the next one was launched. After twelve she stopped and told me to stand.
"You can massage your bum for a few moments. I hope that you are finding it instructive?"
I smiled gingerly as I stood up. The pain in my bum was fierce but it also gave me a feeling of peace as I knew the pain was purging me of my guilt. She gave me five minutes for the pain to run deep before:
"Take up you position again. Be prepared for these will be harder than the first strokes."
I gritted my teeth and waited with apprehension "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", the pain seemed unbearable but I knew that I had another eleven so bit my lip and grasped the cover of the sofa firmly "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!","SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!","SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", as the strokes fell the burning sensation was gradually turning into a whole new experience. I felt the pain of the stroke as it lashed down but I also found that my legs were turning to water. Meanwhile my pussy was rubbing up against the sofa in a way which made it glow and created surges of erotic feeling. "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", now I felt my spend running down the inside of my legs. "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!","SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!","SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", still she worked over my bum until there was no part untouched. Finally "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", the final stroke fell and she stood back:
"There I hope you feel suitably punished. Now go and clean up and prepare for the rest of the day."
I stood up gingerly with the pain surging through my body as well as the unexplained feelings which went with it. Stiffly I left the room a and hurried to my bedroom where I went to a locked cupboard and took out a large dildo. Laying back on my bed with my sore bum off the cover I spread my legs wide and thrust it home. It was fantastic as it slid in filling me up. My cum was the perfect lubricant and soon it was searching out the upper reaches of my quim. Before long I pushed it in and out first slowly to savour the moment and then more rapidly bringing myself to a perfect orgasm. I was so exhausted that I lay for a few minutes before showering and dressing and returning downstairs. Madame smiled clearly understanding what had happened, told me she had another client today but would return in the evening. We both left together to our separate occupations.
It had been a strange evening and now morning but, although my bum ached, I knew that both Alison and I could expect to receive more from Madame in the future.

Part 2 tells of the further experiences as Madame Le Clerc brings Alison and her mother to a closer understanding.