Chapter 9: Katherine Reveals Her Kinky Submissive Side

Down in the sub-basement, I knocked on the door to our secret room. “It’s me, Paul.”

“Come on in.”

I went in and locked the door behind me. She was standing there with her hands folded in front of her; she was trying to look contrite, perhaps. I decided to sit down in an armless chair in front of her. I had never spanked a lady before, but I figured it couldn’t be that complicated. I even thought I could improvise dialogue to chide her during our little game.

I gave her the chance to get things started. “So, Katherine, what has been bothering you?”

“You know what it is. I’ve violated my training on how to be a Christian lady. I haven’t been modest and chaste; I’ve sullied my virtue.”

Her lines were impressive; I wondered if she had made them up beforehand. “So what would you like me to do about it?”

“I want you to discipline me, punish me, and show me the error of my ways.”

Man, she’s good at this. Then I remembered that she had looked at English spanking magazines with Renée; she must have picked up some plot ideas from those. I said, “I could give you a good, hard spanking. That might work.”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been thinking too. I’ve been a very bad girl. Then this weekend, I should go and make a real Confession, truly tell the priest about my sins.”

I smiled because of how unlikely that was. She had explicitly said to me that she never told them anything of importance. She went on in this vein. “I used to be a good Catholic girl, but my prayers aren’t answered. It’s not just here; at home, at night, I can’t my hands off myself. Will you help me with this?”

It was such an amazing amount of bullshit, then I remembered that she might have really thought that way once. I wondered when she had changed her mind. She had told me that she had masturbated for years, but I didn’t know when it had started. But for some reason, she had recently decided to take some sexual action into the real world.

I played along with her. “Okay, I will help you. This is what we’ll do. I’ll take you across my knees and whack you on the seat of your nice tight trousers. It doesn’t look like those will give you much protection.”

“That seems like a very good idea.”

“Then I will take down your pants and tan your naughty bare bottom.” I almost laughed at my own silly statement.

“I agree; I will submit to that. I know that I deserve it.”

It seemed like a good time to move this along. “All right, get over my knees but keep your feet on the floor.”

And that’s just what she did. I liked her weight pressing down on my lap. I decided to stroke her behind and the back of her thighs. “You have such a pretty behind, Katherine. It’s too bad I have to thrash it so firmly.” I must have picked up the word thrash from one of those magazines; I had seen a couple of them myself. “Now remember, if you want some chicken salad, just tell me.”

“I’ve never liked that stuff.” What she meant was, give it your best shot and we’ll see what happens.

“Get your butt up nice and high so I have a good target. Brace yourself with your feet.” Then I said, “Are you ready?”

“Yes sir, I’m ready. Please give it to me but good.”

I used my left hand to push down on her back. It didn’t seem that she needed a warm-up, so I just raised my arm and gave her a solid whack on her ass. She said something like “Um-rph” and she raised the upper part of her body. Her fingers had been just touching the floor, but then she raised her arms and waved them around. No chicken salad, however.

I worked on her behind, slapping each ass check in turn. I wasn’t too fast, but I was forceful. At each stroke, she yelped something and wiggled around on my lap. Her legs would come up and she waved them around. It was enjoyable to watch her brown boots as they swished through the air.

I was aware that I had an erection, and I was sure she could feel that poking up inside my pants.

When I stopped, I said, “So Katherine, are you beginning to learn your lesson?”

It seemed that she was a bit winded. “Oh yes, I really understand it now. Please give me some more.”

This lady is truly kinky, but then I surely was too. I rubbed her behind again, and I could feel the heat from her flesh coming through the cloth of her pants.

“All right, stand up, in front of me.”

She got up and immediately started rubbing her behind. I hadn’t given her permission to do that, but I didn’t want to be a real jerk about it either. I was going to take her pants down myself. I reached forward to unbuckle her belt, then I undid the zipper on her trousers. After that, I yanked them down below her knees.

She did have panties on, if one could call a pink and black thong panties. I used that for my dialogue.

I sharply said, “You call this underwear?” Of course, I was actually delighted.

“I know, I’m so ashamed of myself. From now on, I’ll wear proper undergarments.”

“Well, it’s a little late for that.” I pulled her thong down too. “You’re going to take the consequences.”

“Please don’t do that, now you can see my private parts.”

“It’s a done deal now, sweetheart. Come on, get back over my lap.”

That time I could examine the effect I had on her when she still wearing her trousers. Her slim bottom and the back of her thighs were a dark pink; her fair Irish skin had been clearly marked by my hand hitting her. I rubbed her body and felt how warm she was. I also compared her rear to Renée’s round little rump.

She said, “Please, my lusts and desires need to be suppressed. Otherwise, I’ll be completely obsessed with sex.”

“Well baby, this should suppress them, quite well I think. Remember, you can have chicken salad anytime you wish.”

I began spanking her again, on her bare bottom this time. The noise of the slaps was louder now and echoed in the room. She cried out each time I hit her, and she wriggled around on my lap. Her movements increased the arousal in my crotch.

For a moment I regretted doing this her – one of my new lovers, along with Renée. Then I steeled myself by remembering how badly she had treated me for months. But then she had changed, and she had shown me her kind and helpful side.

“Oh God, have mercy on me! I’ve been such a wicked woman.”

I didn’t really mean it, but I said, “God better be merciful, but I certainly won’t.”

Wicked woman? It suddenly seemed like a very strange game we were playing. But, although I had my left arm around her waist, I knew I couldn’t restrain her if she tried to get up. She stayed in place and took it.

It occurred to me that she was disgorging the Catholic morality she had learned earlier in her life. That perhaps was the whole point of this exercise.

Soon I was leaving red handprints on her, and it seemed to be time to stop.

“All right, that’s enough. Get up and comfort yourself if you wish.” She jumped up in a flash and grabbed her own ass. She turned her head around and tried to gauge the impact I had inflicted on her. Tears were running down her face.

“It’s corner time now.” Well, there was no actual corner. “Go over by the desk and face away from me. Put your hands on your head.”

As she stood there, I remembered bending over that desk and getting belted by her. Getting hit by a belt had to be worse than a hand spanking. Yet I had an erection during that entire incident too. Then it was Renée who had kindly used her sweet mouth on me and given me the release I needed. That was what had started this whole thing among the three of us.

I was feeling a bit shaky at that point, and I wished I had a drink to calm myself. I knew, however, that there was no alcohol anywhere in the building. Had I known the spanking was going to happen, I would have smuggled something in that morning.

Katherine was looking away from me. I examined her punished backside. “It looks like I did a good job on you.”

“Oh yes, you certainly did. And I do appreciate how you’ve handled this.”

What the hell is she talking about? My own right hand felt sore and a little numb. If a hand is used, the spanker has to pay a price too.

I got up and stood to her left. Her hair was down but held in place by a white hairband. Man, she looks so pretty, not the plain Jane that she had thought herself to be. She turned her tearful face towards me and said, “The only problem is that it didn’t work.”

“What does that mean?”

“Get behind me and take a look.”

With that, she put her hands on the desktop and bent over. Her butt was pushed out and her legs were spread. I knew where to look. Her pussy was wet, more than wet. A thick white substance was coming out of her. I knew that was a sign of intense arousal.

I think I was joking when I said, “I thought you wanted to be a good girl.”

She looked back at me. “As St. Augustine said, ‘give me chastity and continence, but not just yet.’ “ I laughed at that. Then she faced me, “You had an erection during my entire spanking. In fact, you have it now. I think you know what has to be done.”

I fumbled for an answer, “Ah, put the two together, I mean me into you?”

“Absolutely.”

Katherine came over to me, put her arms over my shoulders, and kissed me warmly. When she was done with that, she said, “I know exactly how it should go.”

“Then tell me.”

“With my punished ass, I should do a cowgirl on you. You can lie down on the desk or the floor, whichever you choose.”

The chair we had used was armless. “How about the chair?”

“Yes, Renée told me that would be a good choice.”