First day back..

So, after almost four weeks, i found myself back at Ma'ams Lair, having been let off work an hour early because of the weather. My servitude had alreay started a few hours earlier when Ma'am tasked me with using part of my lunch hour to go shopping for (and i choose my words delicately here) a pack of items that a Lady requires during a particular phase of the monthly lunar cycle. There i was one minute, in my warm cosy car listening to smokers chillout music, the next trudging through the slushy snow to go through all manner of squirming embarrassment aquiring these urgently needed essentials from the local Costcutter around the corner. Ma'am was about to call me just as i called Her to confirm my visit later. Yes, i was required but i hadn't bargained to be sent shopping. Not having a clue about these things i wondered whether i had enough money on me to pay cash so not prolonging my ordeal at the counter using my debit card. i had seven quid in cash - luckily they cost a lot less and i was able to tender the exact amount required to the smiling, headscarved Muslim girl behind the counter. She slowly slipped the brightly coloured and illustrated box into a bag as an orderly queue of rubbernecked customers formed behind me. i took the bag and made a hurried traipse back to my car.

i arrived at Ma'ams and within seconds my eyes were on stalks as i instantly fell in love with Her steeply angled A-line bob. She did a bit of a twirl to reveal Her exposed and equisite nape, which to me is one of the sexiest parts of a Ladys anatomy. Absolutely stunning i thought, and said so. Ma'am was going to be busy for a while and i was left to get on with some chores that She had set me to do. So on with cleaning kitchen and bathroom, washing-up, unravelling and seperating miles of knotted together electrics leads, and a new task - washing down outside of Her white PVC entrance door. Also on the list was my ironing chore pressing Ma'ams blouses. i hadn't bought the iron with me. Never gave it a thought - too much on my mind you see. i was informed that the planned ginger figging would be put back to my next summons this coming Friday. A relief in one way but another two days to prey on my mind. The hand strapping and daunting appointment with Her sjambok were most certainly going to happen though and ninety minutes later the video camera was rolling and i was presenting my outstretched upturned palms about to receive the first of 35 strokes from Her tawse. Ma'am studied the comments that Partner S had written for Her in "the book" requesting She addressed and dealt with one or two instances of bad behaviour here at home. i could offer no excuses and the strapping began. The first two strokes weren't too bad but the third was searing and from that point there was no road back. The stinging built to a cresendo by the tenth and i was allowed the briefest of rests before the next batch began. i became aware of a fast moving stream of sweat running down either side of my torso. Ma'am noted i was dribbling precum out of my CB. i have to maintain the position of outstreched palms the whole time as there is a specific rule to do so as decreed by my strict and wonderful, (and bobbed!) Disciplinarian. Even during the intervals i was allowed a very brief rest . My arms began to ache. There is a severe punishment reserved for breaking this rule so i have to do my utmost to adhere to it. Discipline within discipline, layer upon layer. A strict, severe regime - the only way for me says Ma'am. But, i managed to get all the way through the ordeal without moving this time, thanks to the enthusiastic training given by Ma'am over the past three months. Thank You Ma'am, You are a wonderful tutor Despite my stoicism, my palms were well reddened and throbbing away merrily. As i knelt to the floor to thank Ma'am there was a rush of heat as my palms made contact with the floor. It was nothing to the heat i was about to feel a few minutes later - yes it was sjambok time! And that, i will write about tomorrow.