Punishment and Submission

The months went quiet, then the day that I should go to the doctor, my mother told me that she was present, my sister and my cousin.

But Mom? I tried to say, I'm not a kid anymore, I can go alone.

But my mother said with a tone that brooked no argument. Just cut it out, and so the point is not disputed.

Rather prepare view, go to the bathroom and wait. While I was in the bathroom with the door closed, my mother, went to my room and prepared the 'thought she needed to go to the doctor: a tiny black thong low rise, clear that only covered the vagina, two pairs self regents with garter and a pair of moccasins blacks and a white blouse, too.

I was forbidden to her bra. I tried to tell my mother that I would never put that thong, but as a response, I received a very strong and violent m 'arrovescio that made me turn my face from the opposite side. See a hurry, do not waste my time and not get unnecessarily make a scene with my friend Dr..

The car ride was done completely in silence, and for me that from my mother. When my mother in silence I'm afraid, because she is angry, and woe to contradict, you might start to page

's appointment there was always given around 19.00 when there should have been no one to study.

After you have parked the 'car, we rang the intercom and it was opened immediately, as we entered the study, we found that the secretary was leaving, who greeted us and wishing us good evening telling us that the doctor, had a visit that was ending and then we would call immediately as soon as you finish your visit.

In fact, after a few minutes left the office of the doctor, a very beautiful woman, blonde with long straight hair down to the bottom back with two teal eyes, wearing a black jacket and pants, not wearing a shirt underneath and had all forms to the right place.

accommodated there I'll be right, we said the doctor, making us smile.

We went into the doctor's office where I had been visited the previous month.

After a couple of minutes later the doctor told me that once you go behind the screen and then immediately added, stripped!! Completely? Yes, of course completely, was the answer! The corner of 'eye watching me from how it was positioned instead what they would serve to repair.

Even from where my mother was sitting, he could see me.

I went behind the screen, completely naked, as I had the doctor ordered.

Well, well, well, how was this month? Well, the answer was of Antonella.

No problem? No, no.

All right.

Now let's take a look, and saying so he ordered me to go to bed and sit down, she was close to a shopping cart from where he took the stethoscope.

He started with drums chin on his back very professional, came to an end as he put the stethoscope in his ears and put the membrane on the back, making my skin d 'goose because I felt cold and lungs.

Then I made her lie down and I could feel his heart.

When he took charge of my breast. As before, remained much to massage her tits.

Then followed a long palpation of the abdomen.

My mother, from his comfortable chair where she sat, did not lose anything of the show that I was giving.

Finally, such a look in her vagina, but only by checking the 'external and not the' internal as before.

Now put yourself on all fours that you do an anal inspection. As Antonella was placed in the position required the doctor pulled on a pair of latex gloves and anointed his index finger with Vaseline. He began a slow relax-and-forth that made the girl to 'start was very tense, then took the speculum to see better if there was anything wrong. Antonella began to say, it hurts, do not take it anymore, please doctor, I beg.

Said the mother of Antonella that until then had remained silent, telling her, to finish the little girl and act like a woman, but it hurts me very badly. If you do not finish the red ass that you can not sit for at least a week.

The medical device was removed after a few minutes, the time felt that the doctor in order to make the findings it considered necessary.

I forgive her thong and come to the desk.

How was the desk, my mother who had been silent up to that point she called the doctor.

Aura, how you find it? There are problems? It 's all right?

The doctor replied, quiet Katia, your daughter is fine, but, masturbation, as you go girl? Said the doctor, giving her a pinch on the right side and a nice pat on the belly and sound.

Antonella's response was a well, and shrugged.

Her mother glared at a glance.

The doctor continued, Antonella, I think I asked a question with so much of a question mark, then you masturbate or not? And how many times a day?

Three times a day was the answer.

Well, and enjoy? Arrivals to orgasm? It is, all three times.

Do you want us just to give an answer, the doctor declared.

Well, Kate is normal at his age who masturbates to the girl, however you check it because then you will need to refer.

At his age it is good to keep everything under control, with regard to development, is developing smoothly.

What I would recommend once a week is an enema, so to keep the bowels clean. More vaginal lavage, these are the products that are marked on the prescription, the first time I come home I do for everything, and you observe me carefully Katia, so watching him learn and next time will you.

Okay, thank you, you're always so helpful and caring, I do not know how can I ever thank you, Rita.

Stop by the physician was the answer.

You can get dressed Antonella, hello see you soon.

Hello Katia, said her friend gave her a hug and kissed her cheeks.

When we were out of the studio, my mother said, turning to me, at home the two of us do the math.

But, I tried to tell me, and I received a m'arrovescio worse than what I had come home, but this time I had given him in the street.

Arrived home and parked the car in the garage, got in the house, and as we entered my mother told me, you go to your room and wait for me to arrive immediately.

I went without question in my room and after a few minutes later my mother.

Well lordship, now two of us do the math, naked and without question.

I stripped and completely silent, I was afraid of her, she was angry, furious was an understatement, as I was naked, had me lay on the bed and without saying a word, gave me a hundred blows on the walls bare ass, when he finished I said that I had to go to bed without dinner for tonight and completely naked.

I want to see how you behave when you are here to make lavender and enema.

it is customary to impose a punishment of this University who is guilty of serious misconduct. Corporal punishment. Hard. You, miss abusing her own sex, if they have rendered meritorious. The last was given more than twenty years ago to a student who, incidentally, has committed the same sin that has made her, Miss.
Since her a woman, the punishment will be performed in the presence of only a few teachers: public flogging, alas, no longer used. Too bad, because it served as a warning ... mmmh ...
Fraulein Rosa Gutenberg, the announcement that tomorrow will be punished. Twenty lashes on the bare back ... ... yum!
It is present at this office at 8 precise. Can go, miss.

Rosa Gutenberg was the only student of Archaeology. The Council had discussed at length whether or not to admit a female in the courses: The positive decision was passed with one vote to reject. And, for three years, Rose had been a good student, dutiful and diligent. In some areas was so-so, in other excelled: still had a respectable track record. She missed two years to graduate, and would become the first woman to graduate from that prestigious university that boasted nearly a millennium of history, if he had not committed that terrible nonsense.
He had brought dishonor on the University! Rose was certainly a handsome girl. Maybe he had a few extra pounds, which is noted above the hips, but, overall, could well look pretty. And he was the lover of the austere Professor K ***. Their meetings were always stealthy, well-protected, no one had ever had the slightest suspicion that the two were linked by a relationship other than teacher-learner. Also because the professor, as well as having more than twice as old Rose, also had a family: a wife and four children. Then, suddenly, the scene!
Before all, during the annual festival at the end of the course, Rose had revealed his relationship with Professor K ***. Maybe he drank too much, maybe it was hysterical, the fact is that Rosa faced her lover in front of the public spoke at the party; filled him with epithets that never should have been feeling in the mouth of a young lady for good (and bad for , for that matter) and considerations made very unflattering even on his manhood.
From here the expulsion by the University, but before the penned ....!
There were the Rector, of course, the Dean von G *** H *** Professor and nobody else. Professor H *** was responsible for carrying out the punishment, because he was quite young and, presumably, had more physical energy than the other two. Rosa was dressed in a simple manner. A robe, shirt, the shoes to boot. Oh, also had socks, red and white horizontal stripes. The only concession to femininity: blondish hair gathered into a ponytail. He was very pale when he came through the door of the office of Rector. There was no need for words: the long table in the middle of the room, brought the night before by porters, was very eloquent in itself.
Miss, lie down face down on the table said the Rector, after having coughed a lot 'to clear his throat.
Rose stood with his robe in his hand: he did not know where to put it! Thoughtful, and went over to the Dean snatched it from his hand: the silky robe ended up over the arm of a chair. Professor H *** out his right hand to help Rose to climb on the table. She leaned her buttocks, rolled his body and stretched out, his fingers clawing at the edge of the table. The professor warned that the H *** would have lifted her shirt. The girl sighed. Later, the onlookers questioned at length about the meaning of that sigh.
Professor H *** took place at the center of the long side of the table, right at the Callipige discovery, naked, exposed. The hazel wand was, of course, a little over five feet thick in proportion. Professor H *** it down to a few millimeters from the buttocks of Rosa, but not touch them or touch them at all.
And he raised several inches, up to stretch out the whole arm.
Go! said the Rector. The rod came and hissed on the buttocks of Rosa, who cried in a plaintive wail. Professor H *** slid the rod into the groove which it had excavated and returned to raise his arm. Another female laid and a new complaint.
Miss Rosa Guttemberg some 'dignity of the Rector said severely. Why or why he had shouted spread my legs? No one ever knew. And, finally, came a tenth of that ass laid red, full of stripes, with lots of tiny bubbles under the skin in the making. Professor H *** you put the rod under his arm and made the circumnavigation of the table, positioned in the same place, but on the other side. She inhaled deeply and raised his arm. Rosa began to beat on wooden legs, as if he were swimming out of the water. Her flogger waited for the tremors ceased and vibrated the thirteenth. Rose's sobs could be heard very well in absolute silence of the room.
The right hand of the girl, white-knuckled, left the edge of the table to wipe the tears from her face. Professor H *** allowed her to do, compassionate. After four or five seconds, however, began to whip. The rear of the Rose, originally white, had become an indefinite color: all shades of red with variegated stripes going to take bluish hue.
Professor H *** took three steps back and placed the rod in the armpit. Since it did not reach other laid, Rosa deduced that the punishment was over. He had a problem: he had to get up! Braced his elbows, slid on its belly until the bottom of the legs was completely off the table, rolled ninety degrees the whole body and slid down, trying to push with your hands. None of the bystanders helped her when her feet touched the ground and knees bent. By a twist of fate, his shirt had been raised: did not want to get off their knowledge. Are you male eyes saw the naked thighs of Rosa, the part not protected by stockings, also from the front perspective. Rosa was forced to drop the shirt and grimaced when the cloth rubbed her sore buttocks. With concern of a gentleman, the President was close, the women's robe open, so the girl was wearing, her arms outstretched. The pink shirt on the front was drenched in sweat. She took a deep breath, now that he felt less naked, her breasts rose and fell several times. Finally, Rose closed her robe, tied the belt and began to walk toward the door, unsteadily.

May was watching from the window of my room, the undulating movement of the branches of spiraeas.
Every time I had been given a reason for suffering, I always lingered to look at those white flowering bushes.
Broken friendship in the bud, the cold weather, was trapped in my mind.

As I said in those days of May, my spirit was broken.
As I lay on the ground senseless, I looked like lifeless, it had been true, I would not mind retraced with the most dramatic moments of my existence.
My face expressionless concealed behind the locks of hair that fell on my face, my eyes cast on TV as my past.
I poured catatonic helpless in a vortex, which was carrying me farther and farther behind.

At that time I still thought of being an only child, so I imagined in my fantasies baby brother to every frugolo the world.
I was an orphan, so I justified in my imagination, imagine having promiscuous mother and father.
I had no way to be part of a family until the age of eight years, previously lived within the walls of the orphanage.
As an adult, then I got to read a comic book titled, the orphanage of darkness.
When I read it, I was amazed that such an event was not unknown to people, although as I saw those pages, it was more likely seen as a fantasy, almost like a hippogriff, a great inspiration to write stories and invent plots.
I had become accustomed to violent demonstrations, justified by the idea that a kid whose back had been well treated by the rod, would grow strong, healthy, polite and respectful.
Was the motto of quell'orfanotrofio lost among the mountains.
If they knew, and yes if they knew who I respect I have lost his way, every stick was being consolidated on my face a mask, the disguise was living the perfect child, the child without rice, I smile.
We rose early, by age each of us had a job, it generally did not do anything just to walk s'imparava.
Like all great kids of my dorm, I had an obligation to fix the beds and take the little ones, in dressing, washing in, we had to ensure that they were always clean and they ate everything that was given to eat.
The breakfast included in the fresh milk and biscuits in the morning were two each, one in the afternoon, it was the best we could have expected.
During the day the children were left to themselves, were observed listlessly from adults who followed the cabin, while the rest of us went to school that was near; our orphanage was located in the center, near the embassies.
There was unlikely to meet men dressed to perfection, as we walked to school, get on and off by armored car.
The school building was a sober, sober as were the classrooms, we were taught to speak English and Italian, because it was likely that our future adoptive parents speak one of those languages, I was denied with the language, not that I particularly stupid, probably depended on the refusal to be adopted, come to think maybe it was certainly a form of stupidity.
I had a friend, my age, was called Kemen, I had no idea that I'd seen that day for the last time.
He and I went back to the orphanage together as always, there rincorrevamo along the street, dodging passers-by as best we could, it was not unusual that there were shouting back, because they accidentally calpestavamo the skirt of a lady or the shoe lacquer of some diplomat.
We arrived breathless and disheveled, the hem of his trousers was all dusty, the shoes were no longer visible as they were covered with earth.
In setting foot over the door, I saw a hand on him immerse ourselves, but only grabbed him and carried him off in a hurry.
I stood still a moment where I was, yet I was sure he would have grabbed me, between us was always me who was accused if something went wrong, and yet there I was free as air, I was not comfortable, so I decided to follow them and understand what had happened.
Just arrived in the courtyard behind the building, I saw the Superior, from the impression it was a religious orphanage, the cloaked figure from his usual black suit holding my friend by the neck and forced him to kneel.

"Kemen know that it's up to you to keep these kids clean!
How have you dared to go to school, without first changing them?
Look at this child. "

He said leaving the hold on him, to take a child of one or two years, the plump arm, lifted her dress, showing that under the diaper was so full of shit have to be colored brown.

"Lady Superior, I swear, I've changed the children before going out."

"Do not lie and commit perjury, the facts speak for themselves."

Declared the superior, from under the skirt dropped from his belt, a small rod in leather.
My eyes widened, that rod knew her well, I'm not happy to say it, but I had a relationship with her more frequently than with humans.
The prioress wasted no time in undressing him, well aware that the thin cotton of the shirt would not have softened the blows.
Ordered him to crouch on their knees, wrists and put between the legs, tighten your thighs so that the arms could not release easily, and made him lean a bit 'with the weight forward.
He sat beside him, watching him put his hands on his hips, as if to enjoy the anxiety she felt before her little boy, conscious of his consciousness he scoffed.
After a few minutes, where I hoped for some absurd chance had decided not to punish him, contenting himself publicly humiliated when he was subjecting him, raised his arm and made him fall on his back, with a speed that does not show the movement I realized that the whipping had started out using only sound that echoed in the warm and dry this afternoon.
"SNAP!"
I could not help, ran to them and I frapposi between the backbone and Kemen, I felt an intense blaze spread sull'obliquo right, the prioress was infuriated by this unexpected and unwelcome intrusion, and I asked the reason, still to hit.

"But Estefan well, what do we owe this inappropriate behavior compassionate Christian?"

"Kemen, is ..
AND 'INNOCENT! "

I cried spremendomi lungs spasm, to bring out the voice.
She was angry as if a dog had urinated on sandals, and increased the number of lashes in the same intensity, yelling like one possessed.

"You!
You are contradicting me!?!
Have you seen the slings from under that little girl, how can you deny the evidence? "

"I. ..
I .. I've seen ..
I have seen .. changed it .. but ... "

"And all that I did then?"

The conversation took place under the constant roar of caning.

"Do not you .. you .. come .. in mind ..
that .. the girl .. may have .. had .. an attack .. of dysentery ..? "

I said provocatively, a provocation carried out under his breath.

"YOU!
You're giving the superficial and stupid? "

He asked rhetorically, hitting the face with anger.
My cheek burned, burned, I felt like a straight line was drawn on the skin, as merciless to inflate.
A shiver of fear dominated me, that woman was losing control, has been the age it will be in the heat of the sun on the head, depended on what I had no idea, but I had some ominous thoughts about what might happen shortly thereafter.

"Enough! Prioress IS STILL! "

A man's voice roared over us, when I was sure that the superior had subsided, I looked up, and saw from the balcony of his office, leaned a man, tall and elegant.
That was the first time I saw my stepfather.