Ugly Girl
Copyright© 2026 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
24. The Beginning And The Conclusion
I never thought I could feel so bad about making a minor mistake. All I could do was apologise. I knelt before my Master and bowed my head.
“I recognise I failed to comply with your rule to stay within arm’s length as instructed. Through my carelessness, I did not follow you close enough on those stairs, and I accept full responsibility for this violation. I regret that my failure may have caused inconvenience, risk, or disruption, and I understand the importance of complying fully with the rules my master made for me. I would like to clarify, not as an excuse but as context, that I hesitated to carry out the rule to stay close to you because I experience a significant fear of heights. However, I recognise that this concern should have been communicated beforehand so that you could have made appropriate arrangements or assistance could have been provided, rather than allowing carelessness to result in non-compliance. I sincerely apologise for this lapse. From now on, I will ensure that any limitations affecting my ability to carry out instructions are communicated in advance, and I will take all necessary steps to comply properly with your wishes and demands.”
“You could have said, I’m sorry,” he tried to make a joke of it.
“I will accept any or all punishment, Master. I beg you to keep in mind that I am still a novice and probably cannot tolerate much.”
“Ugly girl, I’m uncertain if you’ve committed many wrongs. I really don’t doubt you’re afraid of heights, so how can I blame you? I don’t think any punishment is appropriate here.”
Oh, but you have to. How else can you enforce the rules? If shopping carts weren’t paid for with a coin, people would just leave them lying around. Of course, there has to be a penalty. I just ask that you don’t use any of the club’s tools, but instead use your hand on my bottom.”
I stood up and pulled the skirt over my head. I carefully draped my bare bottom on his lap and waited. My legs rested on the ground, and on the other side, I held myself back with my hands flat on the ground.
In a somewhat strange voice he said, “How many, ugly one?”
“That is for you to decide, Master.” My face was red with shame. But I was also determined to right what had gone wrong. My thinking had completely stopped at that moment. I thought nothing more; I just waited in silence.
His voice sounded right through the ringing in my ears. “Just like with the plugs, we have three kinds of punishment: the first is I spank you until your bottom is pink; this one is for minor offences. The second is I spank your bottom until your bottom is red. This one is probably the one I will use most of all. The third is a spanking until my arm gets tired. I only give that if you’ve really gone too far.”
He caressed my buttocks tenderly. “I’ve said before that I consider your offence a minor mistake, which I can understand because you explained the circumstances. I agree that clearly stating your boundaries beforehand is very important. The reason I’m giving you a spanking in category two is that you’re forcing me to do what you want. From now on, you’ll let me decide whether to punish you and how to do it. Do you understand, ugly one?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No, you’re not sorry yet. But you will be.” Then it rained slaps rhythmically and continuously, some hard, some soft. At first, I thought I could bear this with little pain. I was mistaken. The pain increased, and the force he hit me increased. I yelped when suddenly a spank was harder than all of them before.
“Silence, ugly girl. I don’t want to hear a single noise from you.”
It was ending. It always ends, no matter how bad it is. His hand gently caressed the reddened skin. I assumed it was fiery red by now. When I finally stood up, I didn’t ask permission to run to the mirror and see how red it was. And yes, it was red, but not as bad as I’d imagined. My butt was as warm as a furnace. When I returned, he was sitting on the bed, his arms wide open. I let out a little scream and ran into his strong arms. He whispered in my ear that it was over now and that I was forgiven. That he would never bring it up again and that I had bravely endured everything. That he was proud of me. My heart sang again. He was proud of me. We had survived this. My first punishment. There would surely be more. But I would do my utmost, do everything I could to prevent it. And if I couldn’t prevent it, I would accept it as bravely as possible.
Downstairs, my punishment hadn’t gone unnoticed. Almost unnoticed, Ilse gave me a bottle of calming oil, and Sandor suddenly had to talk to Ciaran outside. Alone in my room, I found it enjoyable. I was in caring company here. Neither of us returned to the incident. It wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe Ciaran was just a little more caring than usual today. It didn’t stop him from planting number 3 in me that evening though.
The next day, it was a nervous affair at home. The tension of the opening that evening was, well, palpable. Both Ciaran and I had had enough. I asked Sylvia if she wanted to go shopping with us in town. I got Ciaran to go with me, promising I’d buy all the sexy things he’d pick out for me.
Before we went shopping, Ciaran wanted to see my old house. I wasn’t sure I liked that, but it was a reasonable request, so Sylvia drove slowly past my house. Former house. They had repainted the exterior windows. Blue instead of white.
Ciaran said, a little hoarsely, “I did not know it was that big. Don’t you regret selling it for me?”
“My home is where you are, Ciaran.” I said decisively. “And now we’re going to buy things that allow me to show my tits to the world.”
We bought a full-length, black, transparent dress decorated with embroidered black flowers. Both beautiful and confronting. But Sylvia wasn’t done with us yet. Whether or not he liked it, Ciaran had to accompany her to a menswear store, where she bought him a very unusual coloured red suit. With a white shirt and a charcoal tie, it was a transformation. The boy was gone, and in his place came the man, with a newfound confidence because he knew he looked damn good. We were ready for tonight.
The club didn’t officially open until eight o’clock, but the first guests arrived by six. This meant improvising for Sandor and Ilse, but Jutta, with her years of experience, quickly solved that problem by taking them all to her house, where they could sit in the garden and enjoy the still-beautiful weather and the Dutch landscape they overlooked.
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