I'd just finished with High School when my parents moved from a large city to
the small town of Bridgeport, a place where everyone seemed to have known each other all
their lives. Naturally, I felt very lonely and left out of things. I was an only child,
and my parents were both involved in high-power careers. They were always traveling on
business and had little time for me. Looking back on it now, I can see that I was really
sort of a nuisance to them. They loved me, I guess, but I always had the feeling that they
could have gotten along well enough if I wasn't around.
It was summer when we moved to Bridgeport, and I was going through changes that
puzzled me. My breasts were developing, my figure becoming curved. Yet I wore my
blondish-strawberry hair girlishly long, very long.
With time on my hands, I began to explore my new neighborhood, taking long walks.
Bridgeport was a picturesque sort of town, one main street, the side streets shady and
quiet, picket fences and rose bushes.
On my third day there, I met Miss Murdock. She was sitting on her screened-in front
porch, half-hidden in shady darkness. She called out to me, asking to come up and join
her.
I was grateful for her company, though she certainly wasn't my age at all. In
fact, she was very gray, at least in her 60's. She served iced tea and chatted with
me, and I enjoyed her company greatly. She seemed to really wanted to get to know me. She
even asked me all about my hopes and dreams for the future.
When a lull came in the conversation, Miss Murdock just sat there staring at me,
smiling as if she was appraising me.
"The weather is quite warm and lovely, Star," she finally said.
"I've seen you out walking these last few days, and it's my opinion that
you should wear less clothing. At your age, you should be enjoying fresh air and sunshine
on your bare skin."
Her comment made me feel a little shy, but I told her I'd follow her advice.
"That's good, dear," she said sweetly. "The next time you come
walking by here, I want to see you wearing brief clothing, clothing that reveals your
pretty figure."
For the rest of that day and on into the night, I thought about what Miss Murdock
had told me to do. The thought of an older woman telling me to wear something that showed
my body excited me a lot. I could hardly wait walk by her house in something skimpy.
The next afternoon, before leaving the house, I dressed in this little
peach-colored dress, a tunic really. I usually only wore this dress when I was lounging
around alone in my bedroom. I mean the back was scooped out all the way to my waist, and
it just tied on over the shoulders. And it was short, very short. In fact, it came right
up to my bottom. All I wore beneath was a tiny pair of white panties that just tied on at
the sides, no bra. And I even went barefoot.
Just before leaving the house, I fluffed out my long hair and put on a touch of
pale pink lipstick. And then I was ready, ready to go walking by Miss Murdock's
house.
Once I was out on the sidewalk, I felt a little shy about being so bare in public.
A couple of men slowed their cars down and gawked at me. I sort of liked it, I guess.
As I neared Miss Murdock's house, I slowed my steps. At first I couldn't
see if she was on her porch or not. But sure enough, she was there.
"Now that's better, Star," she called out gaily. "Come up here
and let me have a good look at you."
I went mincing up the sidewalk, feeling very self-conscious. After all, I was
half-naked. But I needn't have worried. Miss Murdock looked me over and gave me her
approval.
"I like you so much better that way, dear," she said sweetly. "You
look so spritely and free, just as a young girl should."
And then she served iced tea, but this time she invited me into her house. It was
quiet and cool in there, the living room darkened by heavy drapes, the furniture
cumbersome and left over from another time.
She began telling more about herself. She'd been an educator, a teacher, and
she'd taught in some of the finest girls' boarding schools in Europe.
And then she began telling me some very strange things. She told of the way they
had punished and disciplined the students, of bindings and floggings, of how they'd
taken girls to cellars, stripped them and switched them.
I guess she saw that I was maybe a little shocked.
"Oh, don't look so surprised," she laughed. "We weren't
harsh with those little darlings. We just gave them mild switchings, just enough to help
them improve their outlook on life."
"But weren't they angry at you?" I asked.
Miss Murdock laughed again. "Not at all, my dear," she said. "In
fact, by the time they graduated, they were all grateful for the way we'd helped
them. In fact, I still get letters from some of my former students, thanking me for
guiding them down the right path."
She paused for a few very long moments as if giving me time to think, and
that's just what I was doing. I was wondering how those girls felt, what it was like
to be disciplined, switched.
"I think you're just the sort of girl who could benefit from some solid
discipline," she said slowly, peering at me intently.
"Maybe so," I answered slowly.
She had me. I was going to do as she said. I was going to submit to corporal
discipline!
Yes, she took me down into her cellar, a deep stone chamber with wooden support
beams. It was almost empty, just a workbench and few packing crates and a steamer trunk.
I barely hesitated when she walked up to me with some rope in her hand, telling me
to cross my wrists in front of myself. I knew she was going to tie me, but I did as
she'd said.
Suddenly, my wrists were tightly bound, and she was raising my hands high above my
head, using another piece of rope to secure me to a wooden beam. As she tied the final
knots, she tugged and pulled at the ropes. When she was done, I was left up on the tips of
my bare toes.
And then she began untying the thin straps that held my tunic up!
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm getting this dress off of you, Star dear," she said patiently.
"It would just be in the way of your discipline."
She removed the dress and tossed it aside. But then she began untying my panties,
my last bit of covering. She was going to strip me to the bare!
"No, not everything," I whined. "Not naked."
"Yes, naked, Star," she chuckled. "Your little bottom has to be bare
in order for me to switch it."
After she'd taken my panties away from me, I was left with nothing. I was
totally nude. And I was tied up and dangling from a ceiling beam, helpless. That's
when I realized that I was completely at Miss Murdock's mercy. She could do anything
to me!
She went to the workbench and came back with a wooden yardstick. "I don't
have a birch switch," she said calmly, "but perhaps now that I have you to work
on, I might go to woods and get one. Maybe you'd like to come along with me."
She didn't wait for me to answer. She was standing at my side by then, very
close, and she began running a hand slowly over my bare bottom, feeling me.
"Such a firm and tender little bottom," she said. "It's so
smooth and perfect that I'm almost hesitant to beat it. But it has to be done. After
all, you need discipline, Star."
I suppose it was pretty bad, though I wouldn't call it horrid. Altogether, she
probably gave my rump about three dozen licks with the yardstick, beating at me
methodically with a certain rhythm, pausing between strokes and making me anticipate the
next one.
At first, I just bit my lip and took it, but soon enough I was dancing around on
the tips of my toes and letting out yipping sounds. My hips wagged from side to side, and
my hands wrenched at the ropes as my pussy thrust itself forward, my breasts heaving
upward. I could feel my nipples growing painfully stiff as fire spread through my bottom.
But during the second dozen strokes, something very strange began to happen. My
pussy started vibrating and suddenly it gushed itself with juice. I was getting all
excited, and it looked like I was going to go into orgasm!
I guess Miss Murdock knew what was happening to me when my juices began to trickle
down the insides of my thighs!
And then I began sobbing, and a few tears ran out of my eyes. The pain in my bottom
had become more intense, and with those juices running down my leg, I felt very shamed.
"Don't worry, Star," Miss Murdock said in a soothing voice.
"Just accept your discipline like a good little girl."
And that's when my loins erupted. I went into orgasms and plenty of them, one
following another until I was delirious!
"I don't know what's happening to me," I heard myself saying.
"You're doing just fine," Miss Murdock was saying, though her voice
seemed to come from very far away.
I lost touch with reality. I don't even remember being untied. The next thing
I knew, I was curled up on Miss Murdock's living room couch, still naked, still
sobbing, a few tears running down my cheeks. Miss Murdock was sitting close to me, her arm
around my shoulders, holding me close, cuddling me.
"There, there, baby doll," she said. "It's all over now, and
now you know what's good for you. You'll be back for more discipline, won't
you,"
"Yes, ma'am," I managed to say. "I'll be back."
And I meant it. I knew I'd be back for more.
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