3 comments/ 113442 views/ 9 favorites Janet Owns Me Now Ch. 03 By: trissy1 The next day was a workday. After all my housework had been completed to J's satisfaction, i was put to bed early in the spare bedroom. Again tied to the bed, again masked in Her musk scented panties. She woke me early, kissed me and told me how pleased my submission made Her. i knelt and thanked Her again for teaching me so well. i cooked Her breakfast and cleaned up the dishes. i was just getting ready to leave when She told me that i was to have a little reminder before i went to work. She told me to take off my jeans and underwear, bent me over the counter, and gave me a quick but very vigorous spanking with the wooden spoon. It didn't take much to make my still sore bottom even sorer and i was soon doing a little dance over that counter. As a token of obedience and as a constant reminder of my place, She made me put on my 'training panties' and an old pair of control-top pantyhose under my work clothes. This sure worked. The double layer seemed to retain the heat of my spanking for hours, and the humiliatingly feminine feel of the tight hose and lingerie constantly reminded me of my submission. Plus, i was terrified someone would notice somehow. i didn't sit down for long that day, either (even sitting down to pee on the toilet with my panties around my knees was a reminder of my new 'status'). At lunchtime, She phoned me and asked me how my poor smacked bottom felt in my tight little panties. i was so embarrassed that i could feel my face glowing. Then She told me what was in store for me when i got home. You could have grilled hamburgers on my cheeks! Luckily, i was alone in the office because i was also as hard as a rock inside those pink panties. i shuffled into the washroom and splashed cold water on my face. i spent the afternoon in an agony of anticipation, as i'm sure She intended. By the time i got home, i was in quite a state- very excited and very scared at the same time. This relationship was progressing very fast, spinning out of my control. Which, of course, was the whole point, although i was barely aware of it. J was the sexiest, most exciting Woman i had ever had the privilege of knowing and i would do anything to please Her and She knew it. i arrived home before Her and quickly showered and shaved as per Her phone call. i struggled into my panties and pantyhose again and waited for Her in the lounge, kneeling in the corner by the fireplace. i was literally shaking in anticipation and, perversely, semi-erect! After what seemed like an hour, i heard Her car door slam and the front door open. Her heels clicked slowly across the hardwood floor and stopped. i could sense Her presence and smell the sweetness of Her scent as She stood behind me, inspecting me. Silently, She gathered my long hair into a ponytail and tied it back with a scarf, then, using it as a handle dragged me on my knees across the floor to the long brown leather couch. She sat down, crossed Her legs then offered me Her foot to kiss. i did so lovingly; i regarded it as a privilege. She looked wonderful in Her dark, no-nonsense business suit and white silk blouse. Smiling, She opened the shopping bag She'd placed on the couch and showed me the oval wooden hairbrush She'd told me She was going to buy for me (with my money!). "Do you like it?" She mocked. i stammered some reply; my mouth had gone dry and my legs felt like rubber. "You look so cute in panties, and I'm sure this will be an excellent panty warmer. Shall we try it out?" She smiled. She stood up, slowly removed Her jacket and bracelets, sat down and ordered me across Her lap. She stroked my upturned bottom- Her hand felt so soft and warm through the nylon. She placed one of my arms between Her bottom and the back of the couch and firmly bent the other up into the small of my back, Her long nails digging into my wrist. The spanking began slow, hard and deliberate. This wasn't so bad, i thought. The double layer of panties and pantyhose dulled the impact and the long pauses between smacks gave me time to recover. Then She rolled the pantyhose down, and began beating my panties harder and faster. This hurt, especially when She hit the spots the spoon had bruised that morning. Soon i was bucking and squirming across Her knee, which was just what She wanted. "Do you like my panty warmer? Feeling macho now?' She teased. i had never felt less macho, but it felt so right lying there across Her lap. The spanking continued, now slow and hard, now fast and furious. There was no rhythm or pattern. No set number of strokes to endure. My legs were kicking involuntarily and, despite my best efforts, each smack forced a squeal or moan from me. i was losing what little control i had. Then She lowered my panties. i heard myself begging Her to stop, that i would do anything She wanted, that i would be Her slave. She said, "You already are my slave! Now raise your bottom high and ask me nicely to spank you." i did in a shaky voice and She spanked me until i lay there still and submissive across Her lap, raising my bottom obediently for each stroke, sobbing loudly and unashamedly, tears flowing freely. She was right; Her will was stronger than mine was. i was Her slave. With shaking hands, a tear-stained face and an incredibly sore bottom, i cooked Her dinner and served Her. Then i cleaned up, and spent the rest of the evening kneeling in the corner with the hairbrush shoved down the back of my panties. She calmly read magazines and phoned a friend as if nothing had happened. i spent the night curled up under a blanket on the floor at the foot of Her bed, chaste and obedient. After my first hairbrushing and cold, lonely night on the floor of J's bedroom i realized that this was my true destiny. i belonged to J, to do with as She wished. i truly wanted and needed to be the submissive partner. i made Her breakfast and got ready for work, wearing my panties and pantyhose without being told. This pleased Her, and She stroked my sore bottom through my panties as She kissed me goodbye. i spent another anxious day at work; still terrified someone would be able to spot my feminine clothing somehow. But now i was almost enjoying the symbolic slavery, the constant reminder of silky nylon against my shaved legs and sore, marked bottom. J. phoned me at lunch to tell me how much She had enjoyed pulling my panties down and thrashing my bottom. i blushed madly, and one of the secretaries teased me about it all afternoon. If only she knew! i hurried home that evening and was making dinner when J returned, carrying another shopping bag. "You make such a good little wife!" She teased, standing behind me at the sink and caressing my butt. Her hands felt so good, and i arched my neck back as She kissed my neck. She slipped Her hands inside my shirt and pinched my hardening little nipples as She pressed Her groin hard into my bottom, pushing me against the counter. Her strong leg forced my legs to part and She whispered into my ear, "Bend for me." i felt as if i was melting, i could only obey. She grasped my hipbones and started to pump me from behind fiercely, i could feel Her heat right through Her skirt and my jeans. i pushed back eagerly- this felt so incredible. She was symbolically taking me from behind right here in the kitchen and it felt so right! The blood was roaring in my ears and i could hardly stand when She finally released me. "Good girl" She said. i couldn't look Her in the eye but She tilted my chin up with Her gentle fingers and kissed me softly. "I've got something for you" She said, handing me the shopping bag. My fingers trembled as i took it and looked at the pretty lingerie inside. "No, i can't," i said in horror. Panties were bad enough, but i was terrified of the femininity in the bag. "You can and you will!" She snapped. "Don't you think your mates at work would be interested to hear how I dress you in panties and put you over my knee? Now go and get changed and serve my dinner!" i knew i had no choice and slowly started up the stairs. "Oh, and bring me down the hairbrush, too. I will not tolerate disobedience." She said briskly. i slowly and clumsily changed into the matching soft pink lingerie in the bag, struggling with the bra and garterbelt. i felt SO foolish but it did feel wonderful against my skin as i slid the slip over my head and smoothed it down over my slim body. i brushed my hair back, then trembling, carried that hated hairbrush downstairs to where my Lady waited. i had taken another big, irrevocable step. Janet Owns Me Now Ch. 04 Reluctantly, i started down the stairs holding the oval wooden hairbrush that i already had a love/hate relationship with. The pink charmeuse slip was tight and short and rode up as i slowly descended the stairs. At the bottom, i tugged it down and took several deep, shaky breaths trying to calm myself. i felt so foolish dressed like this, but also oddly calm; it was as if i had been tranquilized. i had accepted my fate as J's submissive servant and it was a huge relief to me that i didn't have to maintain the standard macho male mask for Her. i could give myself freely. She was waiting for me, hands on hips, at the far end of the lounge and she looked incredible. Tall, statuesque, and commanding in Her conservative business suit with knee-length skirt and black high-heeled pumps (such a symbol of feminine authority to me). i shuffled across the room to Her, acutely embarrassed. Wordlessly, She pointed to the floor at Her feet and i knelt, handing Her the hairbrush. i couldn't look Her in the face so i bent and placed a kiss on the toes of Her gleaming pumps. She told me to look at Her, and i did meekly. Her face was flushed (with triumph?) and a small smile played across Her lips. She brushed my hair back from my face and praised me for having the courage to submit to Her so completely. i blushed with pleasure. It hadn't occurred to me that submitting took bravery, but of course it did, especially in a macho society like Australia. i spent the next half-hour learning to walk in a 'less ape-like fashion'. I minced up and down the line formed by the edge of the carpet, taking small lady-like steps and placing one foot carefully in front of the other. My nylons made a swishing sound as my thighs rubbed together and my bottom swayed seductively. She waited at one end, correcting me with the brush after each trip, until finally She was satisfied. i carefully walked to the kitchen to cook Her dinner, oddly proud of myself, and sat waiting at Her feet as She ate. i remembered Her comment about not tolerating disobedience and i was sure She hadn't forgotten. Sure enough, after i had cleared up the dishes, J summoned me to the lounge. She was sitting stern and straight in one of the dining room chairs She had placed in the middle of the room. She tapped the brush on Her knee and curtly ordered me over to Her side. As usual, i felt weak and watery. My mouth went dry and i felt a little sick. She grasped my ear painfully and pulled me across Her knee until my toes were barely touching the floor, my bottom stuck up high and vulnerable. She rubbed the back of the brush on my slip-covered bottom and She praised me for my submissive behavior. "I do like the way you behave when you're dressed in your girly clothes," She said. "You are so much more soft and obedient." i was shaking, i knew this praise wasn't going to save me from a very painful spanking. i was right. The praise stopped and the thrashing began, interspersed with scolding. "When I tell you to do something you will do it right away AND with a smile on your face, do I make myself clear?" She hissed, slapping the hairbrush hard against my upturned bottom. "Yes, Ma'am, i understand completely." I squealed, twisting helplessly over Her knee. "Good. Perhaps this will help you to remember." She snapped, peppering my bottom with a flurry of sharp smacks. She paused to pull my slip up, exposing my lacy panties. "What pretty panties!" She exclaimed. "Do you like wearing panties for me, darling?" "Oh, yes, Ma'am!" i gasped, glad of the pause. "i love wearing panties for You!" "Excellent!" She said, Her warm hand kneading my tender cheeks. "Panties suit you much better than those ugly male briefs. I think you should always wear panties from now on." Her hand slid firmly across the seat of my panties, forcing the silky fabric tightly between my cheeks. "There, that's better! Nice and tight. I do love the sound of the brush on taut panties, don't you?" She exclaimed, raising the hairbrush high. Before i could even nod in reply, my thrashing began anew. That stinging brush smacked into my taut panties over and over and over again until i was sure my bottom was pinker than my panties. i kicked and squirmed frantically until She warned me that the spanking would start all over again unless i 'took it like a big girl'. (i learned later that She had been a prefect at the private school She had attended and had often enjoyed administering discipline to younger girls.) Again and again that brush cracked hard against my writhing bottom. "That's it, sweetheart, squirm for me. You twist so sweetly." She murmured, spanking me harder and harder. i squealed and whimpered like a little girl, my legs kicking in time to the spanks. i grasped Her ankle with one hand and the leg of the chair with the other, desperately trying not to reach back to protect my bottom. I knew to do so would be fatal. "Time for these panties to come down." She said, Her voice low and husky. She slowly lowered my panties down to the tops of my stockings, and spanked my bare bottom until i was sobbing uncontrollably and pleading hysterically for mercy. Finally satisfied, She put down the brush and finished me off slowly with Her surprisingly hard hand. As painful as this was, i loved the intimacy- the feel of Her warm hand on my humbled bare bottom, thrust up so invitingly, the feel of my swelling cock rubbing against Her warm skirted thigh through the silky luxury of my panties. By the time She put me in my punishment corner, the front of my panties were bulging. "On your knees, darling, with your hands on the top of your head, that's a good girl. No rubbing your bottom, now. I'll do that later." She said brightly. "I'm proud of the way you took your spanking like a big girl. I think you deserve a little reward." I heard a rustling noise from behind me, and then She softly placed Her warm and musk-scented panties over my head, pushing the damp crotch into my eager mouth. "There. Now you can enjoy your corner time while I read my mail. There's a couple of very interesting clothing catalogs I want to look through." She murmured. "It's high time we got you some more pretty clothes, don't you think?" Her heels clicked away across the hardwood floor to Her favorite chair and i heard the rustle of as She flipped through Her mail. She'd thoughtfully tucked the back of my slip into my garter belt and left the back of my panties pulled down, leaving my reddened bottom on display for Her enjoyment. i knelt in my corner contentedly. The cool air felt wonderful on my sore, throbbing cheeks, the rich taste of Her panties filled my senses, and the thoughts of what was to come overwhelmed me. I was so glad She owned me, body and soul. Janet Owns Me Now Ch. 05 It was a beautiful summer's day, perfect beach weather. i packed a light lunch and a bottle of chardonnay in the cooler and we headed for the closest beach, about a forty minute drive away. J. Looked beautiful in Her black two-piece bathing suit and floral silky wrap, Her hand light and warm on my leg as i drove. At the beach, i parked at the far end of the rough car park and unloaded the cooler, blanket, low beach chair, and umbrella. As usual, there were only a few cars and the 'crowd' was clustered in the first few yards of beach- beyond the sand stretched in an arc for miles. J. told me to keep walking- easy for Her to say, i was carrying everything except one small bag. After about 50 yards, i asked Her if we should stop. She said 'I intend to discipline you later. Do you really want to be spanked in front of these people?' Needless to say, i kept walking, only stopping about 400 yards later when J. told me to set-up the blanket and umbrella in the low dunes near a shade tree. She stripped me down to my Speedo and told me to rub suntan lotion on Her back and legs. i curled up in the sun at Her feet as She sat reading and sipping wine in the shade. After a while, She stripped off her wrap, took my hand and we ran across the sand into the sea. We played in the low waves, the water warm and relaxing. Far down the beach, the other people looked like tiny and insignificant. We stood waist deep in the surf and kissed deeply- She aggressive and demanding, me compliant and yielding with my hands at my sides, as She had taught me. With one hand at the back of my neck and the other inside the back of my Speedo grasping my butt, She controlled me, i was Her willing slave. She led me back up the beach to the blanket, my legs weak and rubbery. Pushing me down onto my back, She put on Her wrap, stepped out of Her bikini bottom and straddled my waist. i was as hard as a rock, of course, and She sat back and rubbed Her crotch against my bulging swimsuit, pinning my wrists with Her hands. Smiling down at me, She told me that if i pleased Her, maybe i would escape being spanked here at the beach. She leaned forward, shrugged out of Her bikini bra and offered first one breast, then the other to my eager lips, grinding Her pussy against my trapped erection. i was in heaven, sucking and nibbling Her swollen raspberry nipples. Her eyes were invisible behind Her sunglasses, but there was a smile on Her lips. Soon She slid up my body, pinning my arms with Her knees. She grabbed my long wet hair with one red-nailed hand and lowered Herself slowly onto my mouth. i licked gently at the salty, sea-wet flesh at the top of Her thighs, my tongue tracing circles closer and closer to Her labia. She arched Her head back and groaned, then lowered Her pussy firmly onto my waiting lips. i licked and flickered my tongue up and down Her outer lips as She ground Her hips harder and harder, pumping up and down. i slid my tongue inside Her, then flicked at the hard button of Her clit. Then suddenly She was gone- but only for seconds. She spun around on my body, then lowered Her gorgeous, womanly bottom onto my face. 'Come on, darling, lick my ass. You know that's where you belong.' She hissed, grasping my cock painfully, digging Her long nails in hard. i thrust my tongue at Her sweet, salty ass like a small pink cock. i could hear Her other hand rubbing Her wet pussy as She ground down onto my desperate to please mouth. i forced my tongue as deep as i could into Her bottom as She squirmed and pumped. 'Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes!!' She groaned as She came to a shuddering climax. Her sweet rosebud pulsated around my tongue; gripping and relaxing in waves- my chin was wet with Her juices as She collapsed over me. We lay like that for minutes- i could have stayed there forever. 'Not bad, darling,' She said finally, 'But I am still going to spank you, later.' i got my spanking a few long minutes later. No reason was given other than She loved spanking my 'sweet round bottom'. Of course, She needed no reason. She told me to lie face down on the blanket over Her canvas bag of towels, pull the back of my swimsuit down and wait until She was ready. i lay there in the sun praying that nobody would walk by. Of course, a few minutes later i saw a couple stroll by several yards away, down by the water. J. picked up Her flat leather sandal and whacked my upraised bottom twice. i prayed the sound of the surf drowned out the crack of the sandal, but i dared not look up! She laughed and told me that they looked over, looked away quickly, then turned back- i hoped so. She waited until they walked back up the beach, then straddled my back facing my bottom and went to work with the sandal. Harder and harder She smacked, until i was grasping the blanket with both hands. i bit down on the wool blanket to muffle my cries. Over and over She smacked. Faster and faster until my legs were kicking frantically and i was rolling from side to side under Her. Finally She stopped, placed the sandal on my back, and ordered me to remain in that position. She walked down into the sea and washed off (my mouth was still deliciously sticky with Her juices), then came back to the blanket. She knelt beside me to check Her handiwork, then got out a jar of zinc oxide and traced something out on my bottom. A 'J' on one cheek, a heart on the other. I lay there in the hot sun, the untanned skin on my bottom slowly burning (and not just from the paddling). Except for the 'J' and the heart. When She was sure i would have a 'nice sunburn', J. let me pull my swimsuit back up and lie at Her feet as She finished Her book. We packed up and i followed Her (three steps behind) back to the car park. i looked resolutely at the sand as we passed the knot of people on the beach; i was sure everyone was looking at me. The drive home was increasingly uncomfortable for me, as the sunburn added to the afterglow of my paddling. J. laughed as i shifted around in the seat, wincing at every pothole. After we had showered- i loved washing Her hair for Her- She bent me over to show me my bottom in the mirror. A blindingly white 'J' on the left, an equally white heart on the right surrounded by a sunburned and paddled redness that would last for days. It was extremely uncomfortable under jeans- She said i walked like a cowboy. i found myself looking forward to the comfort of my slip and panties. She touched up the 'J' and the heart every couple of days, too, so that i had them for weeks. i used to admire my markings in the mirror and cherished them as symbols of my deepening submission to Her.