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SERVING HER DOMINANT MISTRESS

by Jacqueline Scott


Jane Compton's face was pink as she removed her dress and then slipped off her panties. She knew everyone was looking at the newcomer with interest, and her embarrassment actually helped her to keep her mind away from what was to come. Over the table she went, legs slightly apart and with her head resting on her arms. How on earth had she got herself into this sort of thing? It was bizarre and absurd and most people who knew her would never have believed that it could happen. These thoughts, however, were abruptly interrupted.

CRACK!

The first blow from the table tennis bat landed squarely and hard across her bottom.

"Ouch!" she cried, unable to stop herself from doing so.

"Don't worry, Jane," she heard somebody say. "Shout and yell all you want ... there's no shame in that!"

Before she had time to assimilate the words however, the bat descended again, in a slightly different place.

CRACK!

"Oh!" Again she couldn't help the yelp of pain; somehow it just came out of its own accord.

CRACK!

"Owww!"

The same reactions applied to the rest of her session. The bat struck ... she cried out. No allowances were made for the 'newbie' and after her allotted eight hard blows Jane felt her bottom hot and throbbing. As she took her place beside the other half naked member of the group who had been spanked already she knew that her face was scarlet but part of her was pleased ... she had done it ... she could accept a spanking from a virtual stranger. All right, it hadn't been that long or all that hard, but it was a start.


In her late thirties, Jane Compton was a divorcee with two daughters, both of whom were now grown and living elsewhere. Caroline, the elder girl, was on a graduate trainee scheme for the Civil Service while her younger sister, Amy, was still at university. Jane's ex-husband, Donald, worked as a Senior Executive in one of the major banks and the long hours that he had worked (and presumably still did), including a number of trips abroad each year, had been one of the reasons that they had drifted apart.

She had married young and had the girls almost immediately. She had been very happy to stay at home and look after the children when they were small. However, Donald had been very traditional and insisted Jane's place was at home, even when there was no real reason to do so. With no career experience to fall back on she had been content to do that for a while but as the girls had grown they didn't need an awful lot of attention, and eventually they left home to go to university.

The couple lived in a large house in the Surrey countryside. The large garden was looked after by a gardener for most things and somebody came in regularly to maintain the swimming pool. Jane did some charity work and enjoyed pottering about in the garden doing the lighter work but neither of these things went close to filling in her week.

In these circumstances it was perhaps not surprising that the marriage hit difficulties. It had drifted for quite some time and might have continued to do so but for an incident which, Jane realised now, bordered on farcical. She didn't think that at the time. Donald had told her he was going to Venice to a meeting of European bankers. She accepted that - these trips were fairly regular - although she did think that it would be rather nice to go to Venice at this time in the year. It was not clear to Jane why she never accompanied her husband on these trips - she had suggested that it would be nice a few times, but Donald always produced a reason for her not to go. Then came the telephone call. It was late morning on the day he was flying to Venice.

Jane answered and the voice at the other end said, "Mrs Compton? This is Sarah from your husband's office. He asked me to give you details of your flight to Venice later on today and directions to the hotel."

For a few seconds Jane thought that this was a lovely surprise from Donald. However, almost immediately she began to doubt. Donald just didn't do surprises. She responded. "I see. Are you sure? I wasn't expecting to be going to Venice today."

There was a silence at the other end of the line. It went on so long that Jane thought the woman had hung up.

Then the voice returned, "I am so sorry Mrs Compton. There's been a mix-up at this end. Grace is off today and I've got the wrong information. Please forgive me."

For the next few hours Jane was in shock, but gradually that changed to anger which she nursed until Donald came home a couple of days later. Confronted by the fact of the telephone call, Donald confessed that he had been having an affair for well over a year, and after a short sharp shouting match they agreed to divorce.

After the initial shouting the divorce proceeded with relative ease. Donald accepted that he had been in the wrong and made arrangements that ensured that Jane was able to live comfortably. The house was included in the settlement and although it was far too big for her, as yet she had done nothing about finding somewhere smaller.

One of the problems with the marriage had been sex ... or more often than not, the lack of it. After Amy was born Donald seemed to lose a lot of interest in conjugal relations. Jane thought at first that it was probably just one of these things that happens to couples, and Donald working long hours was probably just too tired. Now she suspected that he had been getting what he wanted elsewhere. Even before the children were born, however, what they did seemed very tame in comparison to what Jane read about and heard from friends. Everything had been very conventional which she often thought a bit disappointing.

Once the girls had grown up and were at university she found herself with a lot of time on her hands and began to read erotic novels. Unfortunately that only seemed to create an itch that she found difficult to scratch! Then one evening when Donald was in New York or some such place she saw that 'Secretary' was on at the local cinema. She had read about the film and so she went to see it. She was fascinated. It was funny and beautifully acted, but it was the spanking that fascinated her most. She found it incredibly erotic. As soon as she came home she closed the curtains in the living room, took off her outdoor clothing and tried to spank herself with her hand to see what it was like.

Very quickly she realised that using her hand on her bottom through her skirt, tights and knickers was useless. It wasn't long before she had stripped completely and was spanking her own bare bottom. She found it a bit awkward but forced herself to keep trying ... and also to make it as hard as she could bear. After a while she ran upstairs and returned with a hand mirror to inspect the effects. She nodded to herself as she saw the red marks she had made. "Not bad for a start, Mrs Compton."

She went to bed and before falling asleep masturbated, imagining that it had been a film star who had been spanking her.

The next day she spent time on the internet and was totally amazed at the huge number of sites devoted to spanking. After trying a ruler and a hairbrush she used an old slipper and tried that on herself. Of the three implements she thought that was the most satisfactory. She also tried a folded over leather belt and even a garden cane. However, wielding these on her own bottom proved difficult, and the belt in particular was difficult to control and landed once or twice on the inside of a thigh.

Spanking ... or rather self-spanking, became a regular feature of her life. She never tried to interest Donald in the idea. It was hard enough to get him to lie on top of her these days and she had rarely been the one to initiate sexual relations - somehow she had never thought it was her place to do so. She tried to think of a way in which she could find someone to join her but was too scared to contact somebody she didn't know (though the internet had plenty of suggestions) and too embarrassed to raise the matter with a friend, even after the divorce.

Today she was bored. It was raining outside and Jane felt so listless that she just wanted to go back to bed. Eventually, she made herself telephone a friend, Abigail Forbes, and asked if she might like to meet somewhere for lunch. Abigail agreed and so at one o'clock the two ladies were sitting in a coffee shop not far from where Abigail worked part-time in a lawyer's office.

After they had ordered Abigail said, "You sounded a bit frantic on the phone Jane. What's up?"

"Oh nothing really, Abby. I was just so bored that the walls seemed to be closing in on me! What with being on my own now I simply have nothing to do."

Her friend laughed. "I wish I was in that position sometimes."

"That's all very well Abby. You could cope it with for a few days I'm sure. It would be lovely and relaxing. But then you'd simply start to climb the walls, I assure you."

Abigail nodded sympathetically, then looked around to see if they could be overheard. There was nobody sitting at any of the tables round about and she leant over towards her friend and said, "Quite simple darling - find a new man. That will fill your days."

Jane laughed. "Yeah, yeah. That's your answer to everything. It may surprise you but it's not that easy for a 38-year-old woman to find a new man. Where would I meet such a person? I don't work ... I don't have any social activity that eligible men are likely to attend and I am certainly not going to use one of these dating sites you read about! So don't be flippant."

"Who's being flippant? I'm serious. Yes I see how it's difficult. But what you need is somebody who will shower attention on you and make you feel good about yourself again."

Jane thought about that for a minute. "Well, yes. I think I know what you mean, but to be honest I'm not sure I want another man in my life right now. The last one turned out to be a complete bastard."

Abby realised that her friend was genuinely down in the mouth and changed tack to offer a bit of sympathy. "I know. I know, darling. It doesn't mean they all are ... but I understand you're not maybe ready yet."

She changed the subject and they talked more generally for a while until Abby had another idea. "Why don't we go to the cinema tonight? John's out at a Council meeting so I would be on my own anyway."

"That's a good idea. Do you know if there's anything good on?"

"Well I don't know about 'good' but '50 Shades of Grey' is on. That might be fun in an odd sort of way."

Jane swallowed. Although she wouldn't want to admit it, she had read the books and had wondered about going to see the film. She hadn't thought much of the books but they fed her secret desire to some extent. "Ok. Yes, that might be fun. I guess I can survive the rest of the afternoon if I know we're going out later."



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