#strict discipline for a houseboy

[oldperedur]

“That I would be caned if I disobeyed you, Mistress.”

“Exactly. Now, if you go into the office, you’ll find my new cane, hanging on one of the coat hooks in there. Bring it to me.”

[oldperedur]

Helen’s speaking with a certain amount of irony of course, because the weekend event they’ve been attending is something Peter has consented to with a fairly accurate idea of what it would involve.

They’re on the first of a series of weekend training courses designed for couples transitioning from more-or-less conventional marriages towards strict, female-dominant living arrangements.

Helen and the other Women are accommodated in comfortable single rooms with a full range of services provided by the males attending the course, who sleep in single beds in a dormitory, like boys in an old fashioned boarding school, under strict regulations regarding curfew, dress (in fact they’re supposed remain naked for the entire weekend) and behaviour, while labouring to serve their Women.

“We’re being taught to stop thinking of ourselves as husbands or boyfriends” he explains “and to see ourselves as houseboys, or slaves, instead.”

“That’s right” Helen confirms. “We, on the other hand, are learning to see ourselves as Mistresses, rather than wives or girlfriends, with a perfect right to obedience and whatever services we want, from the males in our households that we used to think of as our husbands or boyfriends.”

Discipline of the males on the course is strict. Punishments for breaches of the behavioural code are administered by the Female facilitators. These Women also encourage the female attendees to be just as strict in relation to inadequacies in the services they receive from male attendees, whether the male in question is the one they’ve brought with them from home, or whether he belongs to another female attendee, if he happens to be waiting on them at table for example, or serving drinks after meals.

“To be honest” remarks Peter. “To call the punishments we’ve been receiving from the course leaders and our own Women ‘spanking’ is a bit of an understatement.”

“I’m afraid he’s right there.” Agrees Helen, smiling. “It’s not what I’d normally regard as ‘spanking’, either. I’m used to doing that to Peter at home, when I put him over my knee. But here, it always seems to involve a cane or a crop. Just look at the state of his bottom!”

She waves a hand at the purple welts covering his backside.

“So, how many times have you been ‘spanked’ or ‘caned’ or whatever, this weekend, Peter?” Our interviewer asks.

“Three times so far, Ma’am, but …”

“By three different women!” Helen interrupts him. “That’s two facilitators, one of whom punished him for insolence and the other one caned him for being out of bed after ‘lights out’ and then one attendee, who was cross with him for serving her the wrong drink in the lounge after lunch today. I saw it happening. I admit, I felt a bit jealous at first, but she handled him so well, I could only admire her technique.

“And now, he’s about to get the cane from me, too, because he took too long running my bath and I’ve had this lovely crook-handled cane lying idle in my room all weekend and I’m dying to use it!”

“Wow” sighs our interviewer. “So that’ll be four canings over one weekend.”

“And there’s still several hours to go before home time.” Adds Helen. “So it’s quite possible he’ll need at least one more punishment before we leave for home this evening. Isn’t that so, Peter?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He murmurs, staring at the floor in front of him.

“Did you hear that?” She purrs triumphantly. “Did you notice what he called me? This course is paying for itself already, and we’ve still got another three weekends like this to look forward to!”

Peter winces and rubs his sore bottom.

Assertive Young Ladies #89-24