Suburban Moms
Continued from: Reaching the Peak
[F/ff] [spanking] [clinical] [humiliation] [CNC] [cornertime]
Observational Notes:
Subjects: Jennifer and Kate, both married women, kids, in their mid-forties, unknown to one another. No prior history of BDSM involvement. Appearance conservative, well-groomed.
Initial Reaction: Subjects seated in waiting area with Dr. Patel, body language closed and defensive. Jennifer exhibits signs of distress - tearful, fidgeting, avoiding eye contact. Kate appears more composed, but still visibly uncomfortable, legs crossed tightly, gaze fixed on floor.
Hypothesis: Despite their apparent discomfort, the subjects' presence at a therapeutic facility of this kind, indicates a strong need for correction or punishment. Their applications do not state a reason, other than a small notation from my receptionist, Dr. Patel: "sent by their husbands."
Plan: Begin session with a firm, authoritative demeanour to establish dominance. Gradually introduce elements of humiliation, and physical discipline, observing subjects' reactions closely. Push boundaries incrementally to gauge tolerance and identify triggers for maximum, emotional impact.
Final Note: Safe words discussed with Dr. Patel: red / yellow.
As I stride confidently into the waiting room, the click of my heels against the polished hardwood announces my presence. My gaze immediately falls upon Jennifer and Kate, two middle-aged women sitting stiffly on the clinical chairs, their postures rigid with tension, their eyes laced with shame.
They're both conservatively dressed, their hair and makeup done but looked rushed - the epitome of respectable suburban housewives. Yet, despite their outward appearances, I know they harbour dark, secret desires that have brought them here today. Desires that they barely understand themselves, but that compel them nonetheless.
Jennifer glances up at me briefly before quickly averting her eyes to the floor, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I note the telltale glimmer of tears in her eyes, the way her hands twist nervously in her lap. She's clearly struggling with the reality of her situation, the shame of being sent to a specialized facility to be physically punished.
Kate, on the other hand, meets my gaze steadily, though I can sense the effort it takes for her to maintain that façade of composure. Her legs are crossed tightly, her shoulders squared, as if bracing herself for whatever might come next.
I allow a small smile to curve my lips, as I approach them, savouring the palpable tension in the air. These women may be strangers to each other, but they share a common bond now - a desperate hunger for something beyond the confines of their safe, predictable lives. And I am more than happy to provide them with the therapy they so desperately need.
"Good morning, ladies," I greet them coolly, my voice low and authoritative. "Sent here by your husbands, huh?"
Jennifer nods mutely, still unable to meet my eyes. Kate swallows hard before managing a strained, "Yes Ma'am."
"Very good," I reply, my smile widening slightly. "Then let's get started, shall we?"
I watch impassively as my words sink in, noting the subtle shifts in the women's expressions and body language. A spanking! Spoken aloud for the first time in the stark waiting room. Jennifer's sobs intensify, her shoulders shaking with each ragged breath. Kate's eyes widen with shock, a single tear escaping to roll down her cheek.
"B-but...in front of each other?" Kate manages to choke out between gasps for air. "And...and your secretary is here!"
I nod curtly, my voice devoid of emotion. "That's correct. Today's session will involve a thorough, bare-bottom spanking for each of you. And yes, it will be administered in full view of one another, as well as my secretary, Doctor Patel.
"Please," Jennifer whimpers, her voice barely audible. "I...I didn't realize...I thought it would be private..."
Kate nods frantically in agreement, her own voice quavering as she speaks. "Yes, we...we didn't sign up for this. Surely there must be some misunderstanding?"
"There is no misunderstanding. You both know why you've been sent here...and that's exactly what's going to happen today."
With that, I gesture towards the center of the room. "Now, both of you stand up and strip. Completely naked. Right here, right now."
The women hesitate for a moment, exchanging another glance filled with trepidation and resignation. Then, slowly and reluctantly, they rise to their feet and begin to undress, their movements jerky and uncertain.
One by one, they hand their discarded clothing items to my secretary, along with their shoes, purses, and phones. Dr. Patel accepts each offering with a polite but empathetic smile, carefully folding and stacking the garments before placing them in a separate locker.
As they stand before me in just their underwear, I take a moment to appraise them critically. Jennifer's body is soft and rounded, her skin pale and lightly freckled. Her bra and panties are functional rather than sexy, designed for comfort rather than allure.
Kate, on the other hand, has a leaner, more athletic build, with tanned skin and some muscle tone. Her lingerie is more provocative, a lacy bra and tiny thong that accentuates her curves.
"Underwear too, ladies," I instruct, my voice firm but not unkind. "You're to be spanked bare naked today."
The women exchange tearful glances, their faces etched with embarrassment. But they obey nonetheless, reaching behind themselves to unhook their bras, then sliding their panties down their legs.
With their last barriers of modesty removed, I study their expressions closely, cataloguing every nuance of their reactions. Jennifer's eyes are squeezed shut, her face contorted in a grimace of shame and humiliation. Kate, meanwhile, keeps her eyes focused on the floor, her features surrendering to the tears welling up in her eyes.
Finally, I gesture towards the door leading to the "therapy" room. "Shall we proceed?" I ask, a note of mock politeness in my voice." As my secretary, in ceremonious fashion, opens the door inward and holds it open not only as an invitation, but a spectacle.
I watch with keen interest as Jennifer and Kate take in the sight of the space, their eyes widening in shock and dismay. The punishment room is a veritable cornucopia of spanking paraphernalia, each item carefully selected on the highest quality.
The leather vaulted benches, with their strategically placed restraints, are designed to leave the subject's bottom raised and vulnerable, perfectly positioned for a thorough strapping. The walls are adorned with an impressive array of implements, from supple leather belts to rigid wooden paddles, each one capable of inflicting a unique sensation.
"In you go, ladies," I command, my voice firm and unyielding.
My secretary escorts the two women into the spanking room, their naked forms trembling with embarrassment and anticipation. I observe their reactions closely, noting the way Jennifer's eyes dart nervously around the room, taking in the various implements of punishment that line the tables. Kate, on the other hand, keeps her gaze fixed firmly on the floor, her shoulders hunched in a futile attempt to shield herself from view.
"Kneel there," I instruct Kate, pointing to a spot behind my sturdy chair. She obeys without question, sinking gracefully to her knees, despite the humiliation of the situation. I can see the muscles in her back tense as she settled into position, her breathing shallow and rapid.
Turning my attention to Jennifer, I gesture for her to approach me. She does so hesitantly, her steps faltering as she draws nearer to the chair. I can see the conflict playing out in her expression - the desire to submit warring with the instinct to flee.
"Over my knee," I command, my voice firm but not unkind. Jennifer bites her lip, her eyes flicking briefly to Kate before she complies, lowering herself onto my lap with a resigned sigh.
I take a moment to appreciate the view, marveling at the stark contrast between Jennifer's mature figure and the childlike posture in which she now finds herself.
With Jennifer securely in place, I turn my attention back to Kate, who remains kneeling obediently behind the chair. Her head is bowed, her eyes closed tightly as if to block out the reality of her situation. But I know that she will hear every sound, every smack - and the knowledge alone that she will be next is enough to fuel her growing sense of dread.
"The more you struggle, the longer this will take," I scold, while bringing my palm down firmly onto her bare cheeks, alternating with a furious pace. Jennifer sobs openly now, her tears landing in droplets on the floor below her. But even as she weeps, I can see the flush creeping up her neck, the telltale signs of arousal beginning to soak her inner thighs. It's a fascinating dichotomy - the way pain and pleasure intertwine, each intensifying the other until the boundaries between them blur and dissolve.
Gently, I help her to her feet, supporting her as she wobbles unsteadily. Her face is streaked with tears, her eyes glassy and unfocused. But there's a newfound peace in her expression, a sense of catharsis achieved through her ordeal.
I guide Jennifer to the corner of the room, positioning her with her hands clasped behind her head, feet together, and her well-spanked bottom thrust out vulnerably.
"Get up, Kate," I order, my voice calm but authoritative. As she approaches, I notice the way her tearful gaze flickers between my face and the doubled over belt draped across my skirt.
"Please," she whispers, her voice trembling with desperation. "I promise I'll be good. I'll be a good girl for my husband, just like Jennifer will. You don't need to punish me."
I shake my head, a faint smile playing at the corners of my mouth as I pat my lap invitingly.
"Over my knee, sweetheart."
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Written by Goddess Skylar St. Germaine
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