Scientific Method

Continued from: Enigma

Dr. Skylar St. Germaine, aka: Goddess Sky 

It was the first time I had ever seen Mistress Andrea blush, at the mention and the memory of her time spent in a submissive role, being spanked by Mr. Burnett, all those years ago. Interesting...her reaction looks like one of both embarrassment and arousal. I quickly underlined the word 'and', in my notepad, before turning my attention back to the pair of them. 

"Mistress Andrea," I turned to her, expressionless and clinical. "Would you be so kind as to excuse us for a moment? I have some research questions for Mr. Burnett, that is...Ma'am, Sir...if it's alright with both of you?" 

Mr. Burnett pointed at me and turned to Mistress Andrea with a cheerful look, as though he was smiling with his eyes. "I like this one," he said, gesturing to me. 

I watched Mistress give him a knowing smile, one built around years of trust and affection, as she told him to share whatever he needed, about their past. "Of course, Doctor," she remarked to me, before offering me a reassuring wink as she power-strutted out of the room. 

I cleared my throat, turning to Mr. Burnett, I couldn't quite tell if he was intimidated or aroused. He didn't quite strike me as the type to get intimidated around women, even ones in dominatrix attire. 

"Mr. Burnett," I began, my voice steady despite the nervous energy in the room. "I understand that you and Mistress Andrea shared a...unique dynamic during your time together. A dynamic that, if my assumptions are correct, involved the administration of corporal punishment." 

I paused, gauging his reaction, searching for any hint of confirmation or denial in his expression. Seeing none, I pressed on, driven by an insatiable curiosity. "Did you ever employ the use of a mirror during these sessions? I'm fascinated by the potential psychological implications of such a technique - the way it forces the recipient to confront their own vulnerability, their own humiliation. In my own practice, I just discovered that the mirror serves as a powerful catalyst for emotional release, enabling my clients to access depths of feeling they might overwise keep buried. 

I tilted my head to the side, a gesture reminiscent of an AI robot processing new information. "But I'm curious to hear your perspective, Mr. Burnett. How did Mistress Andrea respond to the mirror, if indeed you utilized it? Did it amplify her experience, pushing her to new heights of submission? Or did it perhaps trigger a defensive reaction, causing her to retreat into herself?"

As he explained some examples of just spankings, predominately non-sexual and intended to be real, for real reasons in one's life, I furiously scribbled notes into my pad. He covered the anticipation phases, the setting and set-up, and even the attire of both he and Mistress Andrea, all to be considered as ingredients important to the success of these sessions. 

"Ah, I see," I murmured, my mind racing as I processed this new information. "So, you employed a multifaceted approach to induce and increase the likelihood of emotional release - combining the humiliation of age regression with the physical intensity of the spanking and the psychological impact of the mirror. Fascinating, I just tried this myself." 

I reached for my notebook once again, flipping to a fresh page as I began to jot down my thoughts. "This aligns perfectly with my hypothesis regarding the synergistic effects of various BDSM techniques. By layering different stimuli, we create a complex web of sensory and emotional inputs, overwhelming the subject's defenses and facilitating a more profound cathartic experience." I paused, tapping my pen against my chin as I considered the implications. 

"Of course, the specific combination of elements is crucial. For Mistress Andrea, the schoolgirl attire likely tapped into deeply ingrained associations with childhood vulnerability and loss of control. Coupled with the mirror, which forced her to confront her own degraded state, and the spanking itself, which provided a visceral reminder of the her powerlessness, the overall effect must have been incredibly potent." I closed my eyes, painting a vivid picture in my mind of a young Andrea, fingers nervously fumbling in front of herself, yet to have earned the title of Mistress. 

I glanced up at Mr. Burnett, my eyes alight with intellectual fervor. "I can only imagine the depths of emotion this evoked in her - the shame, the fear, the exhilaration of total surrender. It's truly remarkable, the way our minds and bodies respond to such carefully orchestrated scenarios." I continued to scribble furiously, documenting every facet of this revelatory discussion. 

When I asked about Mistress Andrea's level of arousal during these sessions, yet another of my hypotheses began to qualify.

"Intriguing," I responded to Mr. Burnett, my pen flying across the page as I hurried to capture every detail. "The dichotomy between emotional distress and physiological arousal is a phenomenon I've observed before in my own clients, but to hear it described in such vivid terms...it's truly illuminating." 

I paused, my brow furrowing as I delved deeper into the implications of Mr. Burnett's words. "So, despite the tears, the humiliation, the utter degradation of being reduced to a naughty little schoolgirl, Mistress Andrea's body betrayed her true desires. The wetness between her legs, a testament to the primal, uncontrollable nature of sexual arousal." 

I shook my head in wonder, marveling at the complexity of human response. "It's as if the very act of submitting to such extreme humiliation triggers a deep, unconscious need for release. The mind rebels, even as the body surrenders, creating a paradoxical feedback loop of shame and pleasure." 

I looked up to Mr. Burnett, my eyes wide with scientific excitement. "This is precisely the kind of data I've been seeking - concrete evidence of the psychological and physiological interplay at work in BDSM scenarios. With this information, I can refine my techniques, tailoring each session to maximize the impact on my clients...but." I trailed off, a slight tremor in my hands as I set down my notebook. 

"It's still not enough," I whispered to myself. 

"Mr. Burnett," I began, my voice steady and serious. "I have a request. An unusual one, perhaps, but I believe it's necessary for the advancement of my research." I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to propose. 

"I want you to spank me. Not just any spanking, mind you - I want you to recreate the experience you shared with Mistress Andrea, down to the smallest detail. The schoolgirl attire, the mirror, the humiliation...everything." I paused, searching his face for any sign of hesitation or disapproval. Seeing none, I pressed on, driven by a burning need to understand.    

"You see, I've spent countless hours observing and analyzing the reactions of others, I even spent some time training with Mistress Andrea, in a bottom role, but I've never fully immersed myself in the role of the submissive. I need to feel it, to experience firsthand the emotional and physiological responses, triggered by such intense stimuli." 

My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited his response, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation coursing through my veins. 

"Will you help me, Mr. Burnett? Will you show me what it's like to be spanked by a man, to be reduced to a helpless little girl, utterly at the mercy of another's whims? I need to know if my own arousal will betray me, just as Mistress Andrea's did. Only then, can I truly comprehend the depths of the human psyche in relation to BDSM."

I held my breath, my gaze vacantly locked on his, as I awaited his response...

After a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, Mr. Burnett nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Very well, Skylar," he said, his voice gritty and raspy. "If this is what you truly desire, then I shall grant your request. But be warned - this will not be a gentle introduction. This will be a very real spanking. I expect nothing less than total obedience and submission from you. Is that understood?" 

I swallowed hard, a shiver running down my spine at the authoritative tone in his voice. "Yes, Sir," I murmured, my head bowed in deference. "I understand completely." 

With that, Mr. Burnett rose from his chair, his imposing figure towering over me. "Good girl," he said, reaching out to stroke my cheek with a surprisingly tender touch. "Now, head upstairs and get dressed. Daddy will be up to deal with you shortly." 

"Ohhhh, FUCK, there it was!" The moment he uttered that single word - 'Daddy' - a surge of electricity shot through my body, igniting a fire deep within my core. It was unexpected, unplanned, and yet it resonated with a primal force I couldn't deny. 

As I climbed the stairs, my mind raced, cataloguing every sensation, every thought, every fleeting emotion and my stomach sickened with butterflies as I felt my pulse in my ears. 

The crisp pleats of the skirt brushed against my muscular thighs, the tight blouse straining against my adult breasts. I stood before the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. Gone was the confident, analytical scientist - in her place stood a vulnerable, eager submissive, ready to surrender herself completely, to a long-overdue spanking from her "Daddy".

And I had never felt more shamefully aroused, in that very moment. 

Sky 

Continued in: My Finest Work