by Adrian Caine
Hello! My name is Carla, and I deal in the relief of guilt and the making of amends. That is, I'm a professional disciplinarian for adults. I'm not a dominatrix, but a mentor and provider of traditional discipline. I retired from a fulfilling teaching career three years ago, and for the last two years my new line of work has kept me quite busy.
Many adults carry an unnecessary load of guilt around for years, and it has a detrimental effect on them both emotionally and physically. I often thought that if these people only had someone who cared enough about them to give them an occasional good, hard bare-bottom spanking and some time in the corner, their burdens of guilt would disappear. I provided such services free of charge for a couple of friends who had been looking for someone to discipline them for years. They told their friends, who in turn told their friends, and now I have all the business I can handle! I work out of my suburban home, with my 22-year-old niece Amelia serving as receptionist and bookkeeper.
My house has a floor plan that works quite well for this sort of enterprise. When you first enter, you'll see a sitting room on your left that has been converted into a reception area. To the right is a kitchenette with a small refrigerator, stove, and microwave. Behind a door directly in front of you is a morning room (sometimes called a sun room, because three of the four walls - and the ceiling - are covered in windows), where I meet with clients and dole out their spankings. Clients are often surprised and a little unnerved by the openness of the room, but it is quite intentional, as you shall see.
Most of the time, the lovely Amelia is seated behind the desk in the reception area. Occasionally you may see a client standing in one of the corners in his or her underwear, looking very much like a naughty child. These are my tougher cases, those who require more than just a spanked bottom. They must also display their red, freshly-spanked bottoms in the reception area for a prescribed period. As you can imagine, it is a most humbling exercise - especially for people in their 30's and 40's - to stand in the corner with their bare bottoms exposed just a few feet away from a pretty 22-year-old girl! Their embarrassment is magnified considerably should one of their friends or neighbors enter the house, but then that individuals need for discipline is out in the open as well! I have found it works well to handle these matters in a forthright, matter-of-fact way. "Yes, you get to display your red bare bottom in reception today, because you fought Miss Carla and tried to weasel out of your proper punishment." That sort of thing. One might think that adults, so treated, would run for the door and never return! Counter-intuitively, perhaps, they are typically the ones who become my regular clients.
Sylvie was one of my tough cases. She was a lovely woman in her early 30's who was referred to me by a friend. She was a 5'5" brunette with a bottom ideal for spanking! (We disciplinarians can hardly be faulted for enjoying the aesthetic rewards of our jobs!) She was both brilliant and beautiful, but also quite shy and humble. I remember our first meeting quite clearly.
When the doorbell rang, Amelia and I were in the kitchenette enjoying our morning coffee.
"Amelia, will you please get that, dear?" I asked.
"Of course, Aunt Carla," she replied. I went back inside the sun room and closed the door. I know of Amelia's initial meeting with Sylvie from Amelia's detailed report later.
"Hello, my name is Sylvie, I have an appointment?"
"Yes, Sylvie, please come in," Amelia said warmly. "Please, have a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Oh yes, that would be wonderful."
"Cream and sugar?"
"One of each, please."
Amelia prepared the coffee and brought it to the woman seated in the chair opposite the reception desk.
"Warm today, isn't it?" Amelia sat down behind the desk.
"Oh, yes, I suppose it is."
The girl had a nervous, faraway look in her eyes. Amelia had seen it many times before. Adults coming for old-fashioned discipline for the first time are often nervous and fidgety. It probably doesn't help that for many of them, the first person they encounter is a lovely young lady quite a bit younger than they.
Amelia came around the desk with a small sheath of papers on a clipboard.
"These are for you to read and sign," she explained. They are a list of things I do, things I do not do, and a waiver to protect me from potential legal action. When I started the business, my attorney insisted on the waiver, because of the unscrupulous few who see it as an 'easy mark'. Without such protection, my enterprise was, in her words, 'a lawsuit waiting to happen'. I learned long ago to defer to the expert in legal matters.
After the young woman had read and signed the paperwork, Amelia buzzed me in the sun room.
"Miss Carla, your nine o'clock is here," she said.
"Thank you, Amelia; please send her in," I replied.
A moment later, Amelia held open my door, and a beautiful young woman with long brunette hair entered my inner sanctum. I was struck by her beauty and her alert, intelligent-looking eyes. I came around my desk and greeted her warmly.
"You must be Sylvie," I said, smiling and taking one of her hands in both of mine. "I'm Miss Carla. Won't you have a seat?"
"Thank you," she said, sitting on the settee. I pulled up a chair and was about to sit down opposite the young woman when I noticed her coffee mug was almost empty.
"Would you like another cup?" I asked, gesturing toward the mug in her hand.
"Oh, well, sure, if that's okay," she said, clearly nervous.
"Of course it is, dear." I stood and took her mug. "I have my own little miniature coffee maker here beside the desk, a gift from one of my regular clients." I poured the coffee, asking about her cream-and-sugar preference. "When one thinks of all the really useless gifts people give one another for the holidays, it's a delight to receive something really useful over the long term!"
Sylvie smiled and I handed her the steaming mug, getting comfortable in my chair. "So, dear. Please tell me what brings you here today."
Sylvie's face colored delightfully. I do so appreciate an honest blush!
"Well, I, uh... It's just... oh dear, I'm not sure what to say."
I leaned in with a smile and spoke almost conspiratorially, hoping to put the girl at ease. "Trust me, after several years disciplining adults, it takes a good deal to shock me!"
She giggled a bit at that, and seemed to relax. "Well. All my life," she said, "I've been fascinated by... by spankings and strict punishments..."
"Yes, dear?" I encouraged her.
"But, well, my parents didn't believe in spanking. Or really, punishment of any sort, to be quite honest."
I raised my eyebrows. It is my opinion that a good deal of society's ills can be traced back to the abandonment of traditional discipline for children, but I kept that opinion to myself.
"And?"
She bit her lip, a very cute mannerism that I would soon come to realize she engaged whenever she didn't want to fully reveal what was on her mind.
"Well, I kind of feel like... I needed it. Or... or like I need it now." She looked down and her face colored again.
"Oh goodness, there's no need to be ashamed about that! Clearly, it's not unusual for adults to crave discipline; otherwise I'd be out of business now, wouldn't I?"
Sylvie giggled again (a delightfully girlish sound) and her face brightened. "Yes. Yes, I suppose you would!"
"Indeed! So, is there any particular sort of behavior you'd like to address in our sessions?" I asked.
"Well, I'm quite terrible about procrastination. And sometimes I get on-line and just get lost, and hours disappear, hours when I should be taking care of my responsibilities."
Now that she had gotten started, she sounded much more certain of herself.
"And I really want to exercise regularly, but it's really hard to stick to a routine. Also, I have a tendency to..." (here she bit her lip again) "... hide things... things I've done that I'm ashamed of," she finished in a quiet voice.
"Goodness, that is quite the laundry list, Sylvie!" I said.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well, let me tell you how I work, and then you can decide if it's something you'd like to pursue. I will always ask you for an honest assessment of how you've been doing since our last meeting. Once I feel fairly certain you're being honest and thorough, I will pronounce sentence, and that sentence is non-negotiable." I saw the girl's mouth fall open a little; it was so cute I had to force myself not to smile, but continue with gravitas.
"Then you will go into that little room over there," (I gestured toward the large walk-in closet that had been converted into a changing room) "and change into punishment attire."
"P-Punishment attire?" she asked, a bit awestruck.
"Yes, dear. I have women wear a camisole and panties, with a thong underneath, to preserve their modesty when the panties come down."
Sylvie looked positively shell-shocked. While I've seen it many times, it never loses its appeal!
"You mean you spank... b-bare..." she couldn't finish the sentence.
"Bare bottom? Always. For Aunt Carla, a spanking isn't a spanking if it's not on bare skin."
She visibly gulped.
"Then you would go over my lap and I would pull down your pretty panties," (She blushed and smiled at this) "and give you a good, long, thorough hand spanking. After you've been sufficiently warmed, I'll move on to an implement of my choosing: the hairbrush, paddle, or wooden spoon. Once your spanking is over, you'll stand in the corner here for awhile with your bare backside on display."
"Wow! Miss, may I ask you something?"
"Of course, dear."
"I was wondering... this room, it's all windows, you know?"
"Yes?"
"Well, doesn't that mean anyone can look in and see me getting spanked?"
I took a sip of my coffee. "What of it? When people come to me, they are looking to purge their secret sins; well, I believe that sunlight is a wonderful disinfectant. Part of being willing to accept responsibility for your actions means risking that someone may indeed see you getting your cute little bare behind tanned. However... come with me, dear." I stood up and led her to each window in turn, and let her look. "As you can see, there are woods on every side of this room. Your witnesses, should there be any, are most likely to be squirrels, birds and deer."
Sylvie giggled at the thought. "Wow! I never thought... Wow!"
I laughed heartily. "Never thought what, sweet girl?"
"Uh, lots of things! Never thought it would be on the bare, or in front of windows, or..."
"I quite understand if it's too much. It's not for everyone, but those who choose to go through with it do seem to suffer a lot less from guilt complexes and the like," I assured her. "Of course, in the interest of full disclosure, I must tell you one other detail that may very well scare you away, but is nonetheless the way I do things."
She visibly gulped again, and nodded, looking most inquisitive.
"My naughtiest clients, those who whine about their punishments, try to negotiate their way out of a sore bottom, or keep me in the dark about things they should share openly, sometimes find themselves serving their corner time in the reception area, in full view of Amelia and other clients."
At first the girl was simply dumbstruck. Then, in a whisper, she said, "Really?"
"Yes indeed. And corner time is always served bare-bottom, whether it is in here or out there."
I saw her inwardly wrestling with herself. I knew she wanted it - actually needed it. I waited to see what decision the inner struggle would produce.
"I-I'll do it," she whispered.
"What's that? Speak up, child. My skills do not include lip-reading!"
Sylvie blushed deeply, but held her head up. "I'll do it!" she said in a confident voice.
"Excellent decision, dear."
"Very well, then," I said, fixing Sylvie with an intense look. "Is there any reason we shouldn't begin at once?"
Sylvie's face colored brightly, and she chewed on her lip again. "Um... I suppose not... but..."
"Yes?"
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