"Ow." He complained on the very first swat.

"Quiet, Bob. I'm not kidding. You have one more chance before I gag you. When you are receiving your discipline, I don't want to hear from you unless I say I want to hear from you. Is that clear?" I felt a strong feeling of love surge through me as I took on more and more control. Maybe it was because I was feeling sorry for him... Nah!

"I'll try."

"I'll try, ma'am." I corrected.

"I'll try, ma'am."

I continued his spanking, placing one smarting swat after another on alternating cheeks that he was so thoughtfully thrusting back at me. I placed them about 2 seconds apart, concentrating on covering his tender under cheeks and up to about the middle of his "sit spot". His cheeks pulsed rhythmically as he tried in vain to eject the spicy invader as I spanked on and on. I didn't use more than about 1/3 strength swats so that by the time the 3 minute egg timer dropped the last grain of sand, his bottom was a nice, even shade of red.

Bob wiggled and thrusted all the way through it and by the end, he was panting. But I was very proud of him - there were a few grunts and a few "oomphs", especially toward the end, but no complaining. All in all, he did very good for his very first "real" spanking. He didn't complain - and that was the main thing. That would come a little later when things really get heated up.

* * *

"Oooh, look at your bright red behind! I need some pictures of that!" I snapped off a couple of shots and began to untie his leg restraints and moved him into a standing position, his wrists still attached to the belt.

"Here, let me get this for you, too," I said, very Florence Nightingale-like. I untied the rope at the front and back and gently slid the ginger plug.

"Ahhhhh..."he sighed with relief.

"Bob doesn't like that ginger in there, does he?"

"No ma'am."

10 points for manners.

"Well next time don't make me use the restraints and you can wear the nice soft jelly plug instead. Good deal?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll try," he replied meekly.

"How's your cheeks feeling," I asked tauntingly.

"On fire!"

"On fire, ma'am." I corrected.

"On fire, ma'am."

He'd learn yet.

"Alright. It's corner time, then." He didn't know it yet but I had plans for much worse treatment for those naughty buns of his. Now this time, you need to be restrained to accept your correction so corner time means soap plug and sandpaper."

"Oh please, ma'am. I don't need restraints. Honest. I'll be good!"

"No. Not this time. This is your first session and it's just not realistic to expect you to have learned what you need to learn before you have the self-discipline to accept anything I feel you need."

"Please..." Bob whined.

"Are you begging, Bob? Little boys that beg don't get treats. They just get extra spanking. Do you want extra spanking, Bob? Is that what you're after?" I love humiliating him.

"No ma'am."

"O.K. Soap and sandpaper, it is." I moved the chair over, facing the corner. Picking up the soap dildo Bob so wonderfully crafted, I used wire and tape to attach it to the middle of a full-size sheet of coarse sandpaper.

"Alright, bend over. I won't ask twice." He immediately bent over at the waist, his scarlet butt facing me. "This will sting a little at first," I warned as I dipped the thick soap prong into soap-stick water, then with one slow, steady movement, slid the long thick soap stick up inside of him, until the rough sandpaper stopped it as it made contact with Bob's red and extra sensitive sit-spot.

"Oh...ow...ow...please... Oh that soap really stings," Bob complained. No doubt the soap's sting would intensify over time, as would the prolonged exposure to the gritty sandpaper on his freshly-spanked cheeks - and I laughed to myself as I surmised that the severity of this devilish discipline was yet to be felt.

"Not a word mister, or it will be much worse for you. Do you understand?" What could he do? He was all mine!

"Yes ma'am," was all he could say.

He waited patiently, still bent at the waist. I squeezed the paper roughly on his cheeks making sure he knew who was in charge. He panted and groaned though it but didn't utter a word. He was a quicker study than I had anticipated.

"Alright, now we're going to sit you down in the corner, here... c'mon." I continued my hold on the sandpaper/dildo combo as I squeezed it in place as he lowered himself onto the unforgiving wooden chair.

"Ohh..." he exclaimed as the full impact of his weight on his sensitive behind into the cruel sandpaper hit for the first time.

"Pretty prickly, huh?" The distress was clearly registered on Bob's face. My excitement increased and I had the wet panties to prove it.

"Alright, now get situated on this chair and I'll tape the corners down so it won't slide around." Bob groaned and moved so his back was up against the back of the chair and his feet were flat on the floor. Once I taped the corners of the sandpaper, I once again attached Bob's legs to the chair legs and middle rung with scarves. His feet were tied up off the ground, forcing him to sit with all his weight on his sore bottom. All his weight was now on his tender "sit-spot" - and there was certainly nothing that was going to change that, until I was good and ready.

"Now you be a good boy on your punishment chair and you may even avoid receiving an enema today. You are going to sit here until the timer goes off." He was quiet, his head hung in shame.

"You've been a pretty good boy, so far - so I'll only give you 10 minutes. If I hear any noise from you, I will add more time accordingly." I said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"10 minutes?!? Please...I can't..." He was obviously beginning to be suffer considerable discomfort.

I cut him off short. "You're begging again, Bob. That just earned you a little bit more punishment, you naughty boy. Now I'm not going to let you off that big soap prong until you make it all lathery by bouncing up and down on it after sitting on it for 10 minutes. Oooh…won't you be sore!"

"Oh please Leigh…I can't…"

"Jeez Bob….More begging? That does it! You are in clear violation of Rule #1, mister. Remember? No complaining or else! So now, on top of making the soap lather up for me, you've just earned yourself another spanking! This time you'll be making a trip over my knee!" I said in my best, no-bullshit manner. "I can't believe you!" I admonished. "Shame on you for complaining and making my job more difficult! Can't you see this is for your own good? You agreed to comply and now you've made me enforce the rules. Now I hope I've heard the last of your complaining. Have I Bob?"

"Yes ma'am." He answered, obediently. I was treating him like a little boy and he was just sitting there, letting me! It was an incredible turn-on!

"Good. Now just so we understand each other, when I return, you'll be putting on a little show for me, bouncing up and down on your soap dildo until it's all frothy then I will be taking you over my lap and giving you a good spanking for begging - that you'll not soon forget. I've warned you and warned you and warned you. You knew what would happen if you begged, didn't you?" Bob didn't reply.

"Answer me, naughty boy!" I demanded.

"Yes ma'am."

"O.K well that's exactly what's going to happen. And do you know why?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Because I love you enough to care - plus I have the self discipline required to get the job done. And you need it. So remember, when I say it will be a certain way, then you can count on it being that certain way. It's called being consistent - which you wouldn't know too much about. Except for eating candy bars. You've been doing that pretty consistently lately, haven't you?"

"Yes ma'am." Bob accepted his lecture. Maybe he would be a quick study and restraints wouldn't be necessary, after all... Nah!

"During the next 10 minutes, as you sit there tied to the "hot seat", I want you to think about all the spanking implements that I have lined up on the table and I want you to have one in your mind for me to use on you when I get back. Be sure to choose the one that you think will help you to learn not to beg during your correction sessions."

Bob hung his head in shame.

"I'll see you in 10 minutes for your next spanking. Oh, and I've decided you will be getting that enema, after all, so get used to that soapy feeling because there's lot's more where that came from." I set the timer on the stove for 10 minutes and walked out of the room - and straight into our bedroom to my waiting dildo. I needed something in my pussy, NOW!!! Being in charge makes me very horny!

* * *

I laid back on the bed and rubbed my sopping wet pussy, amazed at how turned on I could get from this "power thing". It felt great!

I knew 10 minutes would fly by and I could hardly wait to get back in there for round two, but I just had to have something inside me. I opened my toy bag and chose a lifelike pink vibrating dildo, turned it on to medium and slid it into myself. No rub n' tickle - just pushed it in to the max. I worked it in and out as I played with my very hard clit and my excitement grew - so did the speed of my thrusting, until right up to the point of orgasm - and I stopped. I was determined to go all the way with Bob today and I knew I had to stay horny for it.

Today I would show Bob what happens if he doesn't stay in line with his new health regimen. I had planned for this day well. He never could muster up too much self discipline and I knew some significant consequences would be important to the success of the experiment. And today was the day I would introduce him to those "significant consequences".

I decided to drive Bob nuts with some extra sexy clothes, so I chose an "all-business", gray flannel dress suit, with a knee-length pencil skirt slit up the thigh - and pink satin panties and a white low cut silk blouse. I completed it with 3" stilettos with ankle straps. I felt sexy and knew Bob would agree.

I balled up my wet panties and headed back to see how Bob was doing after 10 minutes with his freshly-spanked bottom pressed against that rough sandpaper.

"How's it going?" I stood in the doorway and he had to turn to see me.

"Eyes straight ahead, please." I had to remind him of the strict nature of his discipline.

"Would you like to get off your chair?" Hmmm...I wonder what the answer will be.

"Yes please ma'am." My he was getting polite.

"O.K. then...you know what you have to do. I'll get your soap plug wet for you. Lift up." I held the water sprayer and as he lifted off the chair, his poor tortured bottom hole slid most of the length up the soapy probe. I sprayed it liberally and he slid back down, his red, tender cheeks meeting, once again, the rough surface of the sandpaper.

"Ow", he groaned.

"C'mon baby, start bouncing. I want a big lather back there, before you can get off your chair."

Bob started sliding up and down on the soap, his face tensing each time his butt cheeks met the sandpaper. By the time he had built up a good lather, it was obvious he was in considerable distress. It must have taken at least 50 strokes before I was satisfied with the lather.

I sat on the edge of the bed tapping my lap with my spoon. "Over you go, mister - that butt of yours has an appointment with my mixing spoon."

But that's a whole new story...