Detention at Mistress Scarlet's.

 

After discovering her impressive website I was compelled to visit Mistress Scarlet. To me, the most appealing aspect of this site was the array of excellent and complimentary testimonies from those who had experienced being under the heel of this tall, slim, striking looking Goddess.

 

Motivated by these accounts, I picked up the phone to request time in the Mistress' presence.

Our telephone discussion was initially very formal and business-minded, but once we had passed the formalities the Mistress expanded the discussion to a necessary degree to allow us to plan proceedings. When the call ended we had arranged an appointment. I already was feeling a tingle of excitement at what was to follow.

 

Determined to be punctual I overcompensated the traffic risk and arrived in the vicinity twenty minutes before I needed to be. This waiting period led to an increasing build up of butterflies in my stomach as I endured my self-inflicted equivalent of waiting outside the Headmistress' office,

I counted down the minutes until I was permitted to ring the doorbell of the Mistress' premises, doing so at the exact time I was told to report. As soon as I entered the building, and into in the presence of Mistress Scarlet it was clear that I was in the company of a special character. She made me feel nervous, scared and excited at what was in store for me.

 

Judging Mistress Scarlet as one would measure the fairer sex it is fair to say that she is stunning. In the flesh she is even more attractive than her website images would have you believe. Many a red blooded male, and I am one of them, would be stimulated by her beauty. Complimenting these striking looks is the Mistress' immaculate dress-sense. This was massively beneficial to carrying off the image of the traditional Schoolmistress.

 

Yet whilst striking looks and beautiful presentation provide a wonderful visual spectacle, it soon became clear that this was overshadowed by the capability of Mistress Scarlet at dominating submissive men like myself. I would soon discover that Scarlet is as gifted a Mistress as I have ever encountered.

A strong sense of presence came across, convincing me that I was in the hands of someone extremely capable, knew what my fate was, and confident of delivering it. In addition, without need to express in words, it was relayed to me that this was going to be an event that would be mutually beneficial. This experience was not simply going to be for my pleasure alone.

 

My desire to be the schoolboy in detention was only a small part of the proceedings. Only when we had covered all requirements did the consultation period end. There was no shortcut at this stage, a sure sign that Mistress Scarlet wanted this to be just right.

The Mistress understood my nervousness, steadily put me at ease, and allowed the discussion to flow. At first I talked, and was listened to, and then she prompted, probed, questioned, all with the intention of finding out about me. Areas of curiosity and boundaries were discussed and, as I discovered in session, were heeded. I'm pretty certain that the Mistress knew that I was putty in her hands, and that could have led to a few liberties being taken along the way. To my delight there would be no rushing in this session. More importantly a mutual respect remained in place throughout, which, from my own perspective is the way a good experience should be.

 

The delightfully realistic schoolroom was the destination for the session. Even at this pre-session stage all details were covered to ensure the initial seconds in session were as the Mistress wanted. When the Mistress left the schoolroom she informed me that upon her return the session would be underway.

I changed into my schoolboy outfit, took my seat at the desk and commenced my punishment exercise. After five minutes or so the sound of the Mistress' courtshoes on the wooden steps announced that the “teacher” was on her way. The tingle of excitement increased in me and it would never let up during the entire session.

 

Through all aspects of the experience Mistress Scarlet set the mood and controlled the proceedings perfectly. The atmosphere was formal, yet fun. There is humour in the woman, but whilst indulging fun to a minor degree, the Mistress never let it distract her or me from the agenda. Punishment was to be hard, hard enough to leaves marks, and inevitably this brought intensity to proceedings. Yet this intensity was never to be taken to a level where I felt uncomfortable enough to want things to stop.

Mistress Scarlet is capable of taking someone like me well beyond my mental and physical capabilities, but she showed an intuitive awareness of my reactions, and expertly progressed the session towards my limitations. To be kept in the proximity of ones limit for an extended period of time gives such a high, both at the time, and to cherish in the aftermath. Mistress Scarlet provided me that for me. This experience will never leave my memory banks.

 

The initial teacher-schoolboy lecture was enjoyable to take part in. The schoolmistress that addressed me was strict and sincere, In truth I was having naughty thoughts about how pretty the woman is, although I had the good sense to keep these thoughts to myself. I felt a quiver of fear when she picked up her lochgelly tawes. The threat of what was to follow was made when this strip of leather was brought down against my desk, it's sound promising that an interesting experience was to follow. I wouldn't have long to wait to find out how interesting it was to be when my schoolmistress invited me to stand in the centre of the room. It was time for this errant schoolboy to pay his price.

 

The tawes was applied in an atmosphere that made me feel I was back in school for real. Mistress Scarlet gives the impression that each stroke should not be wasted in her quest for the perfect duplication of the Scottish school punishment. The dreaded implement of my schooldays was administered across my upturned palms with accuracy and substantial force. The final strokes were extremely painful, my hands trembling uncontrollably as this punishment reached it's peak. It was one relieved schoolboy who watched the tawes being placed back on the desk. I was very happy that this refresh experience had come to an end.

 

Without delay, the focus of punishment changed from my reddened hands to my sorry schoolboy butt. A calculated punishment ensued, with my shorts down of course. Starting off with hand smacking, progressing through a series of paddles, brushes and straps, and moving all the way to the canes. Each stage was enjoyable, and sufficiently painful to give me the masochistic high.

 

Without question the best punishment experience was saved for the last. The application of the cane, in a traditional bare bottom chastisement, the ultimate sanction for the miscreant schoolboy, was a work of art. Mistress Scarlet subjected me to two of her canes, and each brought their own brand of intensity to proceedings.

A thin, whippy cane was selected, and whipped through the air in front of me. I know that sound too well, and link it to that sharp, instantaneous stinging heat that is both loved and hated by a guy like me. I assure you that I tried to take my twenty four cut flaying with honour. I strived to resolutely position myself to take the next cut. But I'm not the best at taking pain, so there were lapses, as I gasped and trembled to ward off the feeling of shock. But lapses don't worry Mistress Scarlet when she sees that her “boy” is trying his best to take his dosage with dignity. We both wanted me to endure the experience to the best of my ability, and so motivating me with a mixture of chastisement, humour and words of encouragement, the Mistress willed me to take all she deemed was necessary for me. Bending over, gritting my teeth for the next cut to land was more manageable thanks to the atmosphere the Mistress created.

 

The final act of chastisement was a time for some of my chickens to come home to roost. During my consultation the Mistress did inform me that she intended to push me to my limits, and maybe just extend on them a bit. I can assure you at the time the thinner cane had connected for the twenty fourth time I was at my limit, and would have happily packed it in there and then. Sadly, for my damaged posterior, this was not going to happen.

The punishment journey will not end with the whippy cane when you report to Mistress Scarlet. The heavier cane hangs just beside it's thinner counterpart, and with a Mistress who cherishes using it, I knew my agony was not over by a long way.

Sadistically the Mistress carried out a few practice strokes, the hum of the wood through the air sent shivers through me. But, drinking some more from the well of resolve, determined to remain compliant to everything Mistress Scarlet required of me, I stretched over the bench for my medicine.

 

Twelve expertly laid strokes were applied. The heavy cane gave out a marginally lesser sting, but this was more than compensated for by the deeper impact into the tissues of my flesh. All those who have felt the burn of a heavy cane will know the feeling and long term consequence.

Perspiration freely flowed from my brow during this ordeal, air rushed from my lungs in reaction to the pain, my muscles strained to fight the desire to spasm and retain myself in the punishment position. It is with a degree of pride that I write that I took every stroke, always in pain, sometimes squirming like a pathetic wimp, but nevertheless determined to see the punishment through.

I felt a strong sense of relief when the final stroke had landed, before the rush of exhilaration swept the relief away. It was an unforgettable emotion to experience.

 

Punishment over, the canes were hung back in their place, the chastised boy was then lectured about his future conduct. Should there be a need for a repeat performance, the Schoolmistress informed me, then punishment would be escalated. Her schoolboy was on his knees to receive this promise, and to thank his Mistress for showing him the error of his ways.

 

The session finished when the Mistress left the room. She left behind a schoolboy drained of all resolve. Well perhaps there was something left, because he took in the rear view of his disappearing Mistress with a longing desire.

 

The Mistress and I engaged in a post session discussion, during which I was commended on my willingness to stick with it. I felt ten feet tall at that moment. It's truly amazing what endorphins can do to your emotional wellbeing.

During our farewell I informed the Mistress that I hoped to be allowed to return. She informed me that this request would be considered.

I hope she allows a follow-up session, and if it does occur, I know I am going into the hands, and under the heel, of an expert.

Mistress Scarlet will stimulate me, humble me, test me, stretch me, severely hurt me, and leave me feeling on top of the world.

 

Until the next time…