I went over to the paper sack that held the ladies clothing and removed the strap that Pastor Henry had given me that morning. I also remove a piece of leather from the bag, put it into Suzie’s mouth and instructed her to bite down on it. I don’t want her to bite her tongue or the inside of her cheek. Henry said that sometimes when wives were being Chastised for the first time they actually broke teeth. Don’t want that to happen. By this point the blindfolded Suzie had been patiently draped over the chair for what must have been 15 minutes. She really didn’t have much choice about being patient since she was bound wrist and ankle to the chair. I think she was really scared since her thighs were quivering. Her knees were bound together otherwise I suspect they would have been knocking together in fear. From the way she moved her head around you could surmise that she was trying to figure out what was going on around her. But other than figuring out that the blindfolded Martha had been bound to the coffee table, Suzie was unaware of anything else going on.

Initially, Suzie struggled against her bondage but after about 5 minutes she realized that the more she struggled the tighter the ropes hurt, cutting into her flesh. If she went limp, the ropes didn’t hurt as much. So there she was, trying to be loose but mostly trembling. Shock from those initial swats I had given her must be starting to wear off. I know that she had been disciplined quite a bit by her mother. In fact there were probably half a dozen very faint, very white 2 to 3 inch long scars on her buttocks and breasts from that final whipping with a switch that her mother had given her. I remember them in the fresh from the first time we made love totally naked. Now what are now thin scars were then open cuts. She was covered with long red lines, double, like train tracks, from the heavier hits. Now you had to know where to look if you were to find them. I had never struck her, never spanked her (except for a few loving slaps on the rear when making love) and never restrained her. That policy had been a failure as she had gotten more out of control as the last decade went by. Those six swats with my belt she received 20 minutes ago was her first Discipline in ten years. I wonder if she is thinking back on her mother’s Discipline of her and realizing that my preliminary swats weren’t much stiffer than her mom’s. Now she waits for what is to come and probably doesn’t realize that it will probably be more concrete than her memories and worse then she imagines.

The only warning she got was the swish of the strap going though the air. I stood to her left. The last twelve inches of the strap came directly down and made a sharp connection with the globes of her tightly stretched buttock’s skin. Her body erupted in a spasm as all her muscles tensed. I guess that a lightly constructed chair would have shattered under the force of her straining. She was too startled to even emit much of a sound. Finally, a somewhat strangled URRGH? came out. I suspect she expected some sort of warning. �Well Suzie. Given your inexperience at adult Discipline, Pastor Henry suggested that we omit all the little rituals that are involved in the Chastisement of truly Submissive wives. There will be no counting, no assume the n’th position’, no thank you’s or requests for how many others. There will just be the harsh blows.� Her response was �ARGYRL!� That first swat, delivered with the best effort I could deliver must have been a duzzy. After my experience with Martha earlier that morning I resolved to alternate the use of the end of the strap, directly applied to the backside - back of the thighs with the use of the middle of the strap impacting on the backside/back-thighs allowing the strap tail to swing around and deliver a resounding slap to the sides of the hip/thigh-side. Therefore the second one would be a side stinger. One thing I learned from Chastising Martha this morning was the importance of pacing. Pastor had warned me that because of the excitement that delivering a Chastisement develops, there is a tendency to speed up the rate with which the strokes are meted out. �Slower is better� he preached. And after all, I guess that neither Suzie nor Martha were going anywhere real quick.

So I waited almost a full minute before I took a good windup and delivered the second blow just above where the first one had landed. This interval allowed enough time for a nice red reaction to develop where the strap had made skin contact on the first blow. Not enough time for a wheal to develop in the red area, that would take a couple of minutes. Nor enough time for the red flare to develop alongside where the strap had landed. That would take a couple more minutes. Also this prolonged the time that Suzie had to wait, in tense anticipation for the swoosh that would foretell the approaching blow. SMACK-SLAP. This time her verbal reaction matched her physical one. She wailed �AAAUUUUUUUUUUUU-OAH�. It sounded more like the howl of a wild animal than a reaction from a civilized woman. Simultaneously with the yell, Suzie jerked her hands and feet up. But Martha knew her job and the skillful way that she had worked the knots and lashings ensured that there was minimal slack with which to jerk against. The slow pace with which I worked the application of the strap gave me lots of time to observe reactions and plan the placement of my next strike.

The third blow of the strap went just below the first, over the bottom half of the globe of the buttocks. The tail kissed the right cheek and the center kissed the left cheek. The vocalizations of the victim continued apace making little coherent sense. Since the blows were coming slowly, Suzie had a chance to continue to howl after a strike. The fourth blow was applied to the very top of the thighs. This one was a wrapper with the tip of the strap striking almost the front of the right thigh. I realized an advantage to Disciplining Suzie in the fully nude state. Unlike with Martha where the field of play was limited to between the bottom of her dress and the tops of her stockings, in Suzie’s case I had all of her thighs and lower back to play with. And Suzie’s thighs and buttocks were so much more ample. Therefore a fifth smack landed squarely across the middle level of backs of both thighs, a sixth wrapped around the thighs just above the knees and a seventh went squarely across the middle back.

Time Out

By now Suzie and I were over five minutes into her first real Chastisement. It was obvious that she had never experienced anything like this in her 26 years. With each blow she gave a loud animal howl. During the time that she waited for the strap to swing again, she alternated middle volume shrieks with sobbing and moans. This went something like OU! Augh Augh Augh Oah Oah OH. Intermittently there was snuffling and slurping as her nose filled with tears and mucous and she blew it out and sucked it in. As I surveyed the damage enough time had elapsed that the swelling from the first few blows had started to form wheals and welts. Not bad I thought. I will give her some rest, no need to rush things.

Therefore I went over to the video camera and adjusted it so that Martha was now in view. I then walked over to where Martha lay, bound back down to the coffee table with her knees lashed to a position close to her shoulders. I complimented her, �Certainly this is a pretty view.� As I inspected her, laid out before me in about the most humiliating position possible to imagine, I noticed a defect in the pattern of her Chastisements. Earlier in the morning I had worked her butt and hip sides and lower down had nicely marked the back and lateral sides of her thighs. Both I and her husband Henry had done a rather good job of turning her perineum crimson with purple splotches. But the inner aspects of her thighs remained pristine white. A glaring oversight on our part! Well, since we have time to kill. Whiz, WHACK! The tail of my strap smacked Martha’s left inner thigh just above the stocking top. The blow was so unexpected that she uncharacteristically broke her stoic silence and cried out �God Damn It, Why did you have to go and do that?� The words were out and she realized the error of her ways as I shifted my stance. �I just wanted to make sure you were alert� I replied. Swoosh, WHACK!, strap tail connected with right inner thigh. �I am shocked by you inability to maintain a Submissive silence as you were commanded� I said. �I will not allow that shocking language to go unpunished.� I left her thinking about what was to come, shifted the view of the video camera and returned to Suzie.

Back to Work

By now Suzie’s sobs had diminished and softened to the point where it was obvious that she was back under control. �I am glad to see that you have regained your composure� I said. �Let’s see if you can comport yourself a bit better during this next session.� Since during the first series I had paid disproportionate attention to her right side, this time I stood on her right to practice my cross-body backhand on her left side. �We will repeat the previous pattern, alternating smacks across the cheeks with tail-wrappers to the left and side, my dear� I explained. For reasons that escape me she nodded her head up and down as if her consent was required. Shwish, WHACK! Across the center it went, overlapping the first and second hits of the first series. This time Suzie’s composure was much better. No more than a smothered �Yip� escaped her firmly clenched lips. I guess she had learned what to expect. Shish WHUP-Slap as the second curled around her left butt check and slapped the left hip. Again no more that a stifled �Yelp� followed by a deep taking in of breath. I think she was learning to bite down on the leather whenever she heard the swish of the strap signal an incoming blow. I maintained the agonizingly slow pace for the remaining 5 swats completing the pattern. Nothing like symmetry of the right and the left. There was now precious little white remaining on her backside. Furthermore very brightly red specks were appearing where the blows from the second series were superimposed on the welts from the first series. Two blows, one on top of the other, from this heavy strap were enough to draw minute blood blisters on Suzie’s soft, delicate pale skin. Her composure during this second cycle of strappings was exemplary. �Well Suzie, you bore that set of strokes almost as well as Martha would have, didn’t you� I complimented. Both Suzie and Martha were savvy enough not to reply. Time to give Suzie a bit of a breather. So I slowly and silently walked over and adjusted the video camera then crept over to Martha. Swish/SWAK, swish/SWAK added a matching set of right and left marks to her inner thigh, just higher up from and overlapping on the previous ones just above the stockings. However, Martha must have heard me coming or was alerted by the swish of the descending strap because she wasn’t sufficiently startled to blurt out in response to the stinging blow. �Just checking to see if you were alert� I chided her.