Tonight was a wonderful welcome back to SKs.

My first booking was with a young gentleman who wanted a very heavy discipline session with a schoolboy roleplay. I walked into the room to find him dressed in a school uniform, sitting on the bed. I was to play his Aunt, who had just received a phone call from his school saying that he had been caught doing all sorts of naughty things and, on top of everything, had forged my signature on a note. I was displeased!

I told him he was going to be quite thoroughly punished, and that perhaps wincing when he sat down for the next three days would remind him that while he lived under my roof he would obey my rules. I ordered him into position and selected a large, flat leather paddle. He would not leave this room until his ass was raw, but I would start with something relatively light.

I spent quite some time belting his ass through his shorts with the paddle before shifting to a thick leather strap. I put both of them aside, and ordered him to drop his shorts and resume position. His white jocks became my new target, taking quite a beating with the leather paddle and strap, as well as a heavy wooden paddle. I was beginning to get reactions from him now: little whimpers of pain as each implement smacked down to strike his underwear-covered cheek.

This was punishment discipline. Hard, rapid strikes in sets of six, with his only break the time it took me to walk around the bed into position to attack his other cheek. Finally, I told him to stand and remove his underwear, then to resume his position on the bed.

His buttocks were a deep, angry red, but we were far from done. I gave him one hard set of six on each cheek with each implement I had already used, then placed them all to one side and selected my canes. I started with the lighter canes, leaving welts on his cheeks in sets of six, then moved to my heavier canes. Working from thickest to thinnest, I raised bleeding lines on his ass, thrilling to hear that swish before contact and his little cries of pain as I struck him.

When I had worked through each cane, I bent over and asked him "Have you had enough?" His dishevelled head turned, one wild eye peered at me and he whispered "No."

I was pleased to hear it! Retrieving my heaviest cane, I laid into him even harder than I had before, raising quite a sweat on myself. I thrashed his ass until he had several lines of blood down each cheek, then ordered him to kneel on the floor and apologise. He will definitely be thinking about our session every time he sits down for at least a few days.

Later in the evening, I had a booking with a crossdresser with a maid fetish. He had called, and mentioned that he had his own clothes. Imagine my delight when I opened the bag he gave me and found an absolutely exquisite maid's outfit, including Sylvia of Hollywood classic-style lingerie and accessories down to the gloves!

I ordered him to strip, and began to dress him in his servile, feminine finery. First the spotless white satin panties, then a gorgeous white vintage-style garter belt and white lace bustier. False breasts slipped into the bustier and white, seamed fishnet stockings attached to the garter clips. The most wonderful part came next: an enormous, fluffy, crinoline petticoat with layers and layers of ruffles.

Her black dress with lace trim and puffed sleeves covered all this wonderful lingerie, and was finished with a white apron and a white sash. She had a gorgeous hour-glass figure in her dress, and the blonde bob wig and white lace mop cap added to her demure and cute appearance. Finally, she stepped into her shoes and donned her white satin gloves, and stood quietly in front of the mirror awaiting my approval. I had her walk and curtsey for me, expecting to have to give her some training in how to perform these actions. Save for a bad habit of curling her shoulders forward in an unflattering manner, her presentation was impeccable!

I had her remove my stockings, stretched out on the bench and told her to fetch some moisturiser from the shelf and kneel at my feet to give me a foot massage. Once again, she did very well, delivering a relaxing and enjoyable service that made me purr, my toes occasionally slipping into her eager mouth.

When I was satisfied, I presented her to our receptionist, who put her to work doing some household chores. When the laundry was folded, the tea was made and the washing up put away, one of the other Mistresses availed herself of my pet's foot massaging talents.

Finally, I led her back into my Dungeon and had her kneel in front of the mirror and hike up her skirts. Reclining behind her where I had a perfect view, and ordered her to free her cock from her white satin panties and stroke it for me. She looked such a mix of demure and sexy with one arm clutching her mountains of petticoat ruffles to her chest and her other hand stroking her hard cock. Commenting how hot her little show was, I reached out and trailed my long red nails down her back. That was seemingly a bit too much for her, and she came with a series of whimpering gasps.

I smiled, told her to clean up her mess, and left the room. I do hope I see this perfect little maid again!