Janet Owns Me Now Ch. 04

Reluctantly, i started down the stairs holding the oval wooden hairbrush that i already had a love/hate relationship with. The pink charmeuse slip was tight and short and rode up as i slowly descended the stairs. At the bottom, i tugged it down and took several deep, shaky breaths trying to calm myself. i felt so foolish dressed like this, but also oddly calm; it was as if i had been tranquilized. i had accepted my fate as J's submissive servant and it was a huge relief to me that i didn't have to maintain the standard macho male mask for Her. i could give myself freely.

She was waiting for me, hands on hips, at the far end of the lounge and she looked incredible. Tall, statuesque, and commanding in Her conservative business suit with knee-length skirt and black high-heeled pumps (such a symbol of feminine authority to me). i shuffled across the room to Her, acutely embarrassed. Wordlessly, She pointed to the floor at Her feet and i knelt, handing Her the hairbrush. i couldn't look Her in the face so i bent and placed a kiss on the toes of Her gleaming pumps. She told me to look at Her, and i did meekly. Her face was flushed (with triumph?) and a small smile played across Her lips. She brushed my hair back from my face and praised me for having the courage to submit to Her so completely. i blushed with pleasure. It hadn't occurred to me that submitting took bravery, but of course it did, especially in a macho society like Australia.

i spent the next half-hour learning to walk in a 'less ape-like fashion'. I minced up and down the line formed by the edge of the carpet, taking small lady-like steps and placing one foot carefully in front of the other. My nylons made a swishing sound as my thighs rubbed together and my bottom swayed seductively.

She waited at one end, correcting me with the brush after each trip, until finally She was satisfied. i carefully walked to the kitchen to cook Her dinner, oddly proud of myself, and sat waiting at Her feet as She ate. i remembered Her comment about not tolerating disobedience and i was sure She hadn't forgotten.

Sure enough, after i had cleared up the dishes, J summoned me to the lounge. She was sitting stern and straight in one of the dining room chairs She had placed in the middle of the room. She tapped the brush on Her knee and curtly ordered me over to Her side. As usual, i felt weak and watery. My mouth went dry and i felt a little sick. She grasped my ear painfully and pulled me across Her knee until my toes were barely touching the floor, my bottom stuck up high and vulnerable. She rubbed the back of the brush on my slip-covered bottom and She praised me for my submissive behavior.

"I do like the way you behave when you're dressed in your girly clothes," She said. "You are so much more soft and obedient."

i was shaking, i knew this praise wasn't going to save me from a very painful spanking. i was right.

The praise stopped and the thrashing began, interspersed with scolding.

"When I tell you to do something you will do it right away AND with a smile on your face, do I make myself clear?" She hissed, slapping the hairbrush hard against my upturned bottom.

"Yes, Ma'am, i understand completely." I squealed, twisting helplessly over Her knee.

"Good. Perhaps this will help you to remember." She snapped, peppering my bottom with a flurry of sharp smacks.

She paused to pull my slip up, exposing my lacy panties.

"What pretty panties!" She exclaimed. "Do you like wearing panties for me, darling?"

"Oh, yes, Ma'am!" i gasped, glad of the pause. "i love wearing panties for You!"

"Excellent!" She said, Her warm hand kneading my tender cheeks. "Panties suit you much better than those ugly male briefs. I think you should always wear panties from now on."

Her hand slid firmly across the seat of my panties, forcing the silky fabric tightly between my cheeks.

"There, that's better! Nice and tight. I do love the sound of the brush on taut panties, don't you?" She exclaimed, raising the hairbrush high.

Before i could even nod in reply, my thrashing began anew. That stinging brush smacked into my taut panties over and over and over again until i was sure my bottom was pinker than my panties. i kicked and squirmed frantically until She warned me that the spanking would start all over again unless i 'took it like a big girl'. (i learned later that She had been a prefect at the private school She had attended and had often enjoyed administering discipline to younger girls.)

Again and again that brush cracked hard against my writhing bottom.

"That's it, sweetheart, squirm for me. You twist so sweetly." She murmured, spanking me harder and harder. i squealed and whimpered like a little girl, my legs kicking in time to the spanks. i grasped Her ankle with one hand and the leg of the chair with the other, desperately trying not to reach back to protect my bottom. I knew to do so would be fatal.

"Time for these panties to come down." She said, Her voice low and husky.

She slowly lowered my panties down to the tops of my stockings, and spanked my bare bottom until i was sobbing uncontrollably and pleading hysterically for mercy. Finally satisfied, She put down the brush and finished me off slowly with Her surprisingly hard hand. As painful as this was, i loved the intimacy- the feel of Her warm hand on my humbled bare bottom, thrust up so invitingly, the feel of my swelling cock rubbing against Her warm skirted thigh through the silky luxury of my panties.

By the time She put me in my punishment corner, the front of my panties were bulging.

"On your knees, darling, with your hands on the top of your head, that's a good girl. No rubbing your bottom, now. I'll do that later." She said brightly. "I'm proud of the way you took your spanking like a big girl. I think you deserve a little reward."

I heard a rustling noise from behind me, and then She softly placed Her warm and musk-scented panties over my head, pushing the damp crotch into my eager mouth.

"There. Now you can enjoy your corner time while I read my mail. There's a couple of very interesting clothing catalogs I want to look through." She murmured. "It's high time we got you some more pretty clothes, don't you think?"

Her heels clicked away across the hardwood floor to Her favorite chair and i heard the rustle of as She flipped through Her mail.

She'd thoughtfully tucked the back of my slip into my garter belt and left the back of my panties pulled down, leaving my reddened bottom on display for Her enjoyment. i knelt in my corner contentedly. The cool air felt wonderful on my sore, throbbing cheeks, the rich taste of Her panties filled my senses, and the thoughts of what was to come overwhelmed me. I was so glad She owned me, body and soul.