Punishment House

Outwardly. Mark and Sue were a normal, prosperous couple; he was a teacher and she was a solicitor. But in the privacy of their nice house on a smart estate, they liked to enjoy their many kinks and they liked trying new things.

Mark had discovered a website offering punishment sessions for a price and he just had to share it with his wife. For a fee, someone could stay at a house in Southampton and be thoroughly punished for their sins, either real or imaginary. Of course, there was a risk in entrusting yourself to someone whom you had never met before but that risk added an extra zing. And being punished by a stranger was so much more “real” than the sessions which they enjoyed between themselves and at parties with like-minded friends. Mark and Sue were very organized people and they had a separate “kink budget” which was a sum of money set aside each month to fund their exotic tastes. The service being offered would take about three months kink money but it was just too delicious to miss. Sue craved punishment and Mark would experience a huge thrill in sending her off to pay the price for her failings and then he would spend every hour until her return imagining what was being done to her.

Sue left work early that Friday afternoon and went straight to the station grabbing a coffee and sandwich at the buffet. Then it was a train to Southampton and a taxi to the address which proved to be a grand Georgian house with impressive front steps and mock columns either side of the huge, black, front door. Sue rang the bell and, after an interlude, the door was opened by a tall, grey-haired woman in a severe black dress buttoned to the throat. Around her waist was a silver chain from which hung a bunch of keys.

Sue introduced herself and was bidden to enter. She found herself in an opulent reception hall with doors on both sides and a grand staircase leading upwards. The floor was polished wood and Sue and the matriarch were standing beside an occasional table; Sue didn’t know what it was the rest of the time. She had been told that she would need no luggage so she just had a small clutch bag which she was told to place on the table. The woman did not bother with small talk.

“You will be with us until your release. All questions will be answered honestly and quickly and all orders will be obeyed without question. You will address me as Miss and the Director as Sir. Is there any part of that which you do not understand or cannot agree to?”

“No, I….” A filthy look.

“No Miss.”

“You will remove your clothing a piece at a time handing each item to me.”

There was a brief standoff while Sue tried to assimilate what she was being told. Most men do not understand that, because girls are quite vulnerable, mothers impress upon them from when they are toddlers the need to keep modestly covered. For most women, to undress before a stranger goes against every instinct which has been absorbed for decades.

The woman just stared at her and Sue took off her left shoe and handed it over. The shoe was turned over, tapped and examined and then the claw like hand reached out for the other shoe. Her shoes were now on the table beside her bag.

“Jacket”

She took it off and handed it over for the woman to feel every seam and search every pocket. Pen, phone and tissues were added to the pile. Next, she had to unbutton her cream blouse exposing her white bra. Her skirt followed and another packet of tissues was taken from the pocket. Sue felt decidedly uncomfortable in tights and underwear in this hallway with people passing by just a few feet away on the other side of the door.

Of course, she had to slither her tights down and there is no elegant way of doing that. Sue expected to retain her knickers until last – or perhaps just keep them on but the woman demanded them next and her hungry eyes took in Sue’s shaven pussy as she ran her fingers around the waistband and seams and then looked at the crotch presumably for any stains.

Finally, Sue had to expose her breasts and the bra was placed atop the pile.

Now the woman picked up the little bag and tipped it out onto the table so that she could pick through the little heap including tampons, perfume, notepad, two biros, lipstick, compact and more tissues.

“All rammed in the bag together. Not very neat are we.”

“No Miss.”

In just a few minutes this woman had regressed Sue back to a ten-year-old girl in the Headmistress’s office. Sue had not noticed the little scrap of fabric beneath the table but the woman picked it up and it proved to be a thin, grey cotton dress with an enormous scarlet triangle sewn on the front. Sue obeyed the order to pull it on over her head and stood still while the woman removed all Sue’s hairclips so that her hair hung in loose disarray. Next the woman went behind her, taking a pair of black handcuffs from the pocket of her dress. Sue found her hands cuffed behind her raising her feeling of vulnerability by a factor of ten. Some shoes or underwear would have been nice but, it seemed, that was not going to be.

Sue was made to march up the stairs with her jailer behind her and then the woman knocked on a door and a male voice bade them enter. The woman escorted Sue inside the booklined study and then left her in the presence of the tweed suited bald man behind the large desk on which he had a laptop computer.

He did not bother with a greeting but immediately began to read aloud from his screen. He must have been looking at the twenty-page form which Mark had completed when he made the booking.

The man read her full name and date of birth.

“And you go practically faint when stroked behind your left ear?”

How could Mark have told them that?