Chapter 5

When Mistress arrives after lunch, I confess my failure to meet the required standard on my run this morning. Mistress agrees that I need to exercise regularly to improve my stamina and speed. She suggests I take a daily run without the added weight until I can achieve a time eight seconds faster than I can manage at present. Then Mistress takes numerous body measurements so that an outfit for me can be assembled. Mistress tells me not to worry about the cost as most of the pieces are standard items held by the club. Anything that needs to be made will be paid for by the club.

Once Mistress has finished taking my measurement, she has me undress and practise a number of what she calls ‘presentation positions’ while I’m naked. Each position has a number, and I’m expected to adopt the correct position in response to her command. I do my best, but I sometimes adopt the wrong position for the number called.

“Eight mistakes, Tania,” admonishes Mistress once we have finished that exercise. “Do you want your punishment now or later?”

I didn’t think eight mistakes was too bad an effort out of the fifty or so commands, particularly as it is the first time we’ve done this. But I am already deep in Mistress Lyn’s thrall, so I accept whatever punishment she wishes to give me.

“I’ll take my punishment now, Mistress,” I reply.

“Good girl. That has saved you half of the punishment you would have otherwise received. Now bend over the arm of the couch and present your arse for a caning.”

A mixture of fear and excitement ripple through me. The two strokes of the cane that Mistress delivered last night only increased my desire for more of the same. Once the pain had subsided, the warm glow in my arse fuelled my arousal which stayed with me deep into the night, long after Tom gave me a ‘victory fuck’.

“As you are new at adopting presentation positions, you will only receive two strokes for each mistake. That will be reduced to one stroke each because you’ve accepted immediate punishment. Each time we practise your skills at this, the punishment will increase by one stroke for each mistake, until we reach ten strokes per mistake. As you can imagine, you will want to be perfect by the time we reach that stage.”

I tremble at the thought of having to receive so many strokes of the cane. A performance like today would have earned me eighty strokes. I’ve never received more than ten strokes at a time, so I seriously doubt I could withstand anything like that number. Of course, I always have my safe-word to fall back on should I reach my limit. However I consider that to be an admission of failure on my part, so I resolve to only use my safe-word if things become really unbearable.

The first stroke of the cane lands on my arse without warning. I let out a screech and practically leap into the air. That was a lot harder than the ones Mistress delivered last night. Mistress waits while I resume my position over the arm of the settee.

“You must count the strokes as they land,” says Mistress. “That way I know when you are ready for the next one.”