Headmistress Natasha had summonsed Tim to her study, once again. As he stood waiting anxiously outside in the corridor he began to ponder which of his many misdemeanors and transgressions had caught up with him this time.

The study door opened without warning, and Tim let out an involuntary gasp as he saw his Headmistress standing majestically in the doorway; commanding, austere, aloof. She surveyed him with a look he could not easily read. His furtive somewhat fearful glimpses showed sveltely authoritative lady, medium height, extremely well-dressed ,from her elegant high-heeled shoes to a well-cut tailored skirt-suit (was it Chanel) and close-fitting cashmere coat. Her hair was brushed back off her face, not one hair was out of place, the style suited her perfectly and accentuated her high cheek bones. The effect was of stern, unreadable and completely unchallengeable authority.

Tim felt a sudden , sharp rush of fear as he noticed that between her practiced, confident hands she was skilfully flexing a thinnish and very supple cane; her movements had an unmistakable meaning,and he knew it well. He felt anxious and grubby, but a sense of anticipation was slowly creeping up on him and this he could not quite understand. Headmistress', knowing dominance showed him that she had fully anticipated all of his reactions.

She deliberately studied her wristwatch, clearly noting whether he was on time. Tardiness is also punishable of course.

"Go inside and sit down on the small stool in front of my desk!"

The command, accompanied with a peremptory pointing of her finger left no room for even a seconds thought of disobedience.As Tim began to nervously comply, he heard the sounds of the study door being emphatically locked behind him, followed by the sharp click of her heels on the wooden floor as Headmistress Natasha walked around her desktop stand directly in front of him. Again, she flexed her cane as she coldly examined Tims distinctly worried face.

"Place those hands behind your back and cross those wrists. Do NOT move them again until I permit you to! Feet and knees together!........Sit up straight!"

That slowly flexing cane removed any vestige of refusal within him. The meaning of that cane was transparent. Tim crossed his wrists behind his back and locked them firmly, he brought his legs together and sat up to attention.

Headmistress Natasha placed the cane carefully on her desk in front of Tim and sat down directly opposite in her well padded crimson leather chair. It was considerably higher than Tims stool,and combined with her naturally superior aura gave her a completely imposing presence.

"Lean forward slightly over my desk and raise your face so that you may be questioned properly...and remember to keep those wrists thoroughly crossed behind your back!"

Tim lifted his face so that Headmistress Natasha was looking directly into his eyes. Her control was absolute, overwhelming....he was totally transfixed.

She picked up her cane and flexed it in a long slow arc.

"You are a grubby, sneaky little pervert, aren't you ?" The question was sudden, cool, controlled, direct, and Tim realized,perfectly accurate.

He squirmed under the depth of Headmistress Natasha's knowledge of him....but he couldn't answer.

With startling suddenness, her left hand arced up and delivered a flat, thoroughly stinging slap across his defenceless upturned face.

"Keep those wrists crossed behind you!" came the command as he gasped with the pain and humiliation of that ringing slap.

Again, the Headmistress fixed him with her severe,direct gaze....and again her cane flexed in a long, slow arc.

"Now... you are a disgusting little worm of pervert, aren't you ?"

Again, despite the compelling threat of the Headmistress' cane, Tim did not answer.

Slowly, in complete control, she placed her right hand under his chin, her forefinger lifting his face and holding it firmly in position. Tim felt the cane pressed under his chin, a promise of discipline to come. Her left hand, palm open, swung back and descended hard across his face, the slap stinging even more than the first one. Three, four times Tim was thoroughly slapped, his face held in perfect position by her firm right hand and ever present cane.

Through his embarrassment and humiliating disarray Tim again heard the Headmistresses' cool, controlled command. "Keep those wrists crossed behind your back! ... Now, you are a revolting little pervert,aren't you?"

"Ye ... Yes, Headmistress ..." Tim mumbled.

"You have been having dirty, perverted little thoughts about respectable ladies of authority, such as myself, haven't you?" she snapped.

"Yes, Headmistress ..." All of Tims resistance was gone. The Headmistress understood his every thought.
"That's right ... and what happens to grubby,dirty little perverts?"

"They ... they are punished, Headmistress ..."

""No! ... They are DISCIPLINED! ... And how are they disciplined?" She flexed her cane with obvious meaning.

"They ...they ... you cane them, Headmistress..." Tim spluttered.

"Yes ...I cane them severely. And where are they caned?"

" ...I ...I don't understand, Headmistress ..."

Again she administered a thorough, stinging open-handed slap across Tims helpless upturned face.

"Keep those wrists crossed behind your back! ...Now, WHERE are revolting little perverts like you caned?"

"On ...on their bottoms, Headmistress ..."

"YES!! ...on their bare, grubby little bums!"...silence ...

Headmistress looked up and down, impartially,icily at the wretched figure that was Tim. She stood to her full haughty height, with her elegantly-shooed feet slightly apart. She placed her left hand on her hip in classic dominant pose and pointed her cane directly toward him with her right hand. The combination of unchallengeable authority,imposing presence, and her relentless will overcame him, he was all at once anxious, awed and overwhelmed.

"To begin with, however, you need a preliminary understanding of your exact position ...! Hold that hand out, NOW! ..."She tapped his left arm with her cane. "Palm up, hand flat, fingers completely straight! Keep the other hand in place behind your back!..."

Trembling slightly, Tim held out his hand, palm and fingers flat and exposed, still sitting to attention on the small stool.Headmistress' cane pressed against the center of his hand, forcing it to a slightly lower position, and then tapped his hand quickly several times as she checked the distance of her stroke.

"Perfectly still!" The command enervating every single one of Tims muscles and reduced him to a completely immobilized and obedient state.

With one fluid, expert motion, she raised her cane and stroked down sharply with it across Tim's upturned hand. He gasped out with the sudden pain and began to tremble.

"Remain perfectly still! ... I will not tell you again ... Now, hold that hand back out, palm up, fingers straight...And keep that other hand quite still behind you!"

Again Tim offered his upturned hand in that vulnerable position. Again, her cane cuts sharply across it. Again, Tim gasped put,trying to control his reactions. The Headmistress remained unmoved; determined,dominating, absolutely certain of her actions, and their results.

"Again! ... hold that hand out in position ...right out...!"

For the third time, he felt the sharp, deliberate cut of the cane across his upturned hand. His gasping and trembling was almost uncontrollable, but underneath he was also beginning to feel respect for this determined, authoritative lady.

"Place that hand behind you, and hold the other one right out in position - palm up, fingers straight, hand flat ...now remain completely still!"

He endured another three deliberate strokes across his right hand. Those were administered with the same accuracy and efficiency as before, and had the same effect. Tim gasped, moaned and trembled but Headmistress was implacable. Both Tims hands were stinging with pain, but the tremulous beginnings, the tiny tendrils of respectful obedience to the Headmistress were being cast within him. Perhaps, the beginnings of true submission?

"Now, remove your clothing, walk over to the caning bench and stand in front of it ....And keep those hands behind your back-where I can see them!" she ordered.

A single, commanding finger pointed the way.

Tim undressed and walked over to the bench, his wrists crossed carefully behind him. He stood directly in front of the sturdy, four-legged bench; its padded, dark leather surface on a level with his hips. It stood cross-wise to his body, with a narrow surface expanse less than half a meter across. He noticed several strong leather straps firmly attached to one end of the bench, hanging down to the floor, with matching buckles attached to the other end of the bench . He wondered briefly and fearfully, how formidable this simple design may be.

"Very well, lean forward over the bench and hold those hands right out behind you ...wrists back to back!...fingers straight!"

He heard the sharp tap of her heels as she walked up behind him, taking several lengths of strong cord from a drawer in her desk. Then he felt the undeniable bite of rope around his wrists, as she bound them tightly back to back. She cinched the cord precisely between his wrists and completed the knots with such controlled accuracy that he realized there would be no compromise...Headmistress would indeed cane him for his grubby little thoughts.

"Feet together...completely together!" The commanding was unrelenting.

With unhurried smoothness a length of silken cord was bound tightly around Tims knees, followed similarly by a length just above his knees. He was now unable to move, utterly helpless.

He heard the sound of her high heels on the floor as she walked to her desk, pausing to collect an item from a drawer and then walked directly around the caning bench in front of him.

"Lean right forward over the bench and hold your face up."

Tim complied, feeling anxious and completely vulnerable.

Headmistress Natasha reached out at arms' length,and with her right hand pinched his nostrils together, pulling his head up. His mouth opened with an involuntary gasp, and with his nostrils still pinched she inserted a very serious gag into his mouth with her left hand.Tim was in very tight restraint, leaning forward over the bench at the point of balance, the Headmistress had gagged him...he was now in a state of complete, helpless silence. His mind began racing. What would be next,he wondered.

She stepped around to his side and sharply pushed his head down so that she could tighten the gag strap. As the strap was drawn together more tightly and the ball of the gag became more thoroughly confined within his mouth, Tim realized two things simultaneously. That the Headmistress' dominance was overwhelming (as witnessed by her peremptory push of his head to the side) and also that her utterly unquestionable dominance had removed all possibility of disobedience within him.

"I have gagged you so that I do not have to listen to your pathetic moans as I cane you." Her comment was cold and precise,and he shivered with the thought of what was to come.

"Straighten up and then tilt that head right back!"

Headmistress emphasized this command by placing her fingertips under his chin and firmly pushing his head back so that his eyes viewed the ceiling. She stepped behind him and he felt the rope binding his wrists together pulling sharply and firmly upward.

"Keep that chin up ...right up ...and arch those shoulders!" Again, she placed her fingertips under his chin, compelling it upwards.

Headmistress passed the ends of the ropes through the metal loop on the back of the gag strap buckle and suddenly pulled his wrists up into the small of his back. He felt the Headmistress' fingers knowingly and methodically knotting the cord, restraining his hands into a completely immovable and utterly helpless position. The weight of his hands suspended from the cord pulled the gag deeper into his mouth, and he realized there was simply no choice left. He needed to totally comprehending his mind the knowledge that he would accept the Headmistress' caning.

He was standing perfectly bound and gagged, his wrists restrained high up behind his back towards his shoulder blades,his head held right back and his body arched forward. A feeling of complete vulnerability and anticipation washed over him.

"Remain in that position until I command you otherwise!"

It was clear that Headmistress fully intended him to feel exactly the way he did. She was a virtuoso of this art.

Again the sound of her high heels on the floor echoed slightly as she walked directly around the caning bench in front of him, pausing to collect her cane.

"Very well. straighten up!"

He obeyed, feeling the full restraint of his cord sand gag. He saw the awesome vision of his Headmistress standing across from the bench in front of him, her feet were elegantly together, she was looking directly at him and slowly flexing that strong, thin cane.

"You are a disgusting little pervert and I am going to cane you for it. It's that revolting thing"- she poked his genitals firmly and precisely with her cane- "that gets you into trouble, and I am going to show you the consequences of your actions."

"Lean forward over the bench and hold your face up!"

Tim obeyed the command, realizing that the only positions his restraints allowed him were either standing straight, or bending forward over the bench. The latter position drew the cord binding his wrists to his gag strap higher up towards his shoulders and deepened the ball gag strapped firmly in his mouth.

Again Tim felt that familiar feeling of utter helplessness overwhelm him.

Headmistress Natasha took her dominant stance- fully upright, feet slightly apart, left hand on hip. She extended theed of her cane under his chin with her right hand, firmly bending the cane upwards to lift his face. Her eyes - dominating, knowing, clearly aware of and enjoying his lowly position - stared directly at his.

"You will look at me when I am instructing you!"

She bowed the cane upwards, forcing him to look directly into her eyes.

"On my command, you will lay right over that bench".The direct, perfectly manicured blood-red fingernail of her forefinger indicated the bench in front of him - face down, knees bent, and with that bare bum presented high in the air. Do you understand?! ..."

The cane bowed strongly under his chin several times as emphasis.

He nodded his understanding, and pondered the fact that this beautiful, dominating woman had engendered in him the mixed feeling of apprehension and submission that he had never, until this day,experienced before.

A moment of silence followed as she deliberately studied her wristwatch, determining that there was sufficient time for the caning; that no unexpected interruption would disrupt the proceedings,and prevent the little pervert from receiving the caning he so richly deserved.

He experienced a point of high emotion, waiting there for the administration of an undoubtedly full caning, able only to respond to her absolute control. Both his powerlessness and her unstoppable intent pervaded the room.

His feelings of submission fused with his sexual need. IMMOLATION !!

"Down!"

This command was accompanied by a very peremptory forefinger pointing to the bench over which Tim was leaning.

He lay over the bench and assumed the caning position- face down, knees bent, bare bum up. He felt the Headmistress' cane pressing down on the back of his head, ensuring that he lay completely over the bench.

"Right over!"

The clear command emphasized the point.

Because the bench-top was level with his hips Tim slid gently over into a completely helpless, exposed position. Although his feet were still on the floor, his head and body were so far over the bench toward the floor that he couldn't straighten out again. Now he understood why the bench-top was so narrow.

His bound wrists were pulled so firmly up behind his back by the cord tied to his gag strap buckle that he was only able to clench his fingers quite feebly. His legs were thoroughly bound together and his gag insert was so firmly embedded within his mouth that no sound at all was possible.

His bare buttocks were completely upturned and exposed to the Headmistress' cane, he was now completely without any form of defense at all.

Tims view was now restricted to the Headmistress' legs from her knees down to her high heels. Tim noticed that she had lowered her cane towards the floor.

Then he noticed that Headmistress was inserting the end of the cane underneath the higher of the two leather straps attached to one end of the bench. The cane flipped suddenly upwards and the strap dropped directly across his lower back with an audible and authoritative smack, to settle near its matching buckle on the opposite end of the bench.Another flip of the cane moved the second leather strap across the back of his knees to its matching buckle.

Headmistress then stepped to the bench-end with the buckles. She inserted the strap-end which was laying across Tims back,below his bound wrists, into its buckle.

"Exhale ...!" she demanded.

The command was crisp and clear, Tim breathed out. She pulled the strap tight and buckled it, restraining him firmly to the caning bench. He was pressed onto the surface of the bench so firmly that it was now his only support. Then he felt the Headmistress gather the strap-end lying across the back of his knees and thread it through its buckle. As she relentlessly tightened the strap, Tims legs were pulled towards the bench, with the clearly intended result that his bare bottom was pushed noticeably and immovably higher into the air.

Now Tim understood the design of the caning bench.His restraint was total, complete. He was permitted just three things-he could breath, he could feel the cane across his bare buttocks, and he could submit. Nothing else.

She walked to his side, heels tapping firmly,and adopted her caning stance; feet together, left hand on hip, right hand extended with the cane in exact stroke distance to his bare bum. He felt quick, demanding, sharp-edged cuts from her cane across his behind as she settled her precise caning distance, and he heard her cool command:

"Face down, knees bent, bum out ! ...

I will cane you in sets - each set will consist of 12 strokes and there will be a minimum of 10 sets.

Each stroke will be complete, and the sets will be spread evenly over those buttocks. You may wiggle as you wish, but there will be no relief for such a disgusting little pervert as you ...your restraints and gag will in no way be released until the complete punishment is administered.

Revolting perverts like you need to be strictly disciplined ... the state of that pathetic penis will demonstrate the effectiveness of the caning as I proceed with it".

Headmistress Natasha had a total understanding of Tims innermost thoughts ... the state of his penis was indeed the most accurate guide to the efficacy of the caning, and he could not hide this.His anxiety increased, as he realized completely that there was no escaping total domination by this cool and completely efficient lady. This disciplinary lesson would indeed be thorough and painful!

"Now prepare!"

The sharp-edged cuts took on a new urgency, and his bare exposed bum quivered involuntarily.

The caning began. The strokes were full and firm,and the set commenced near the top of his buttocks, proceeded downwards and then upwards, causing enormous, stinging pain on his bare behind..The twelfth stroke of the set was delivered across the center of his buttocks with extra force and precision.

The first set finished and again he felt the quick,sharp-edged cuts from her cane. These cuts quite effectively admonished him to quieten down, controlled his reactions and reminded him that there were more sets to come.

"Completely still !"

He controlled his trembling only with great effort,as the Headmistress' hand coldly examined his penis, testing the effect the caning had so far.

"Prepare !" ... Again, she assumed her caning stance.

The second set started and Tims pain grew, but there was no compromise. His world consisted only of the Headmistress' cane, the perfectly executed restraint that permitted no movement apart from minute inconsequential wriggles, and the direct, cold command:

"Stick that bare bum OUT ... stick it OUT! ...Dirty little perverts WILL be thoroughly disciplined!"

The caning continued, set by set, with no respite.Headmistress Natasha, this beautiful, cold and completely knowing lady,is an expert with her cane, and Tims bare bottom was on fire with stinging pain ... but the caning continued, measured, deliberate and precisely timed.

At the completion of each set, whilst Tim was moaning with pain into his gag and his exposed buttocks were glowing bright red from the caning, he felt her hand coldly grasping his penis to determine if it was yet under control. As the lesson proceeded, her control over his body, mind, and sexuality grew. With each set he fell more and more under her spell.

At intervals between sets- Tim had no idea of the timing - he was commanded to raise his head as far back as he was able and to then remain perfectly still.

Headmistress stood directly in front of him, lifting his head by placing her cane under his chin, and examining his face to further decide the status of her growing control over him. Despite the raw, stinging pain of his behind, he found her more and more beautiful,and he knew she was aware of this. In fact, it was the ultimate point to the lesson - complete and uncompromising control.

Again and again, he heard the cold, direct incisive command.

"Prepare !"

Again and again, he heard her firm, deliberate footsteps as she walked to his rear, at the edge of his vision, to administer another set of strokes with her cane. Again and again, he felt the sharp cuts of her cane over his quivering, reddened buttocks as she measured the distance of her swing, followed by the measured stinging strokes as she thoroughly and relentlessly caned his bare behind, accompanied once more by the firm insistent command.

"Stick that bare bum out !" ... Stick it right out !"

Finally at the end of a particularly painful set,she commanded him to quieten down and then examined the state of his penis.She appeared satisfied that this lesson had been effective. Headmistress was now in control of all his thoughts and he would have no sexual existence without her direct knowledge and permission.

But this time he felt something very different in the way she examined his penis. Her hand began to very efficiently manipulate it to erection, and she coldly and easily accomplished this, with seemingly no will on Tims part. Her total domination of his sexual persona was now complete. Next he heard the quiet, but precise and firm comment.

"You will now obey me as I masturbate you to orgasm...following which you will receive a FURTHER set of 12 cane strokes !"

Tims heart sank ... his caning was to continue! But he had no will left, no control, his bonds were still perfectly secure,he was still moaning into his gag from the pain of the most thorough caning he had so far ever received. His bare behind was still totally and helplessly exposed for her convenience, and the beautiful and ruthlessly determined Headmistress had not finished her lesson yet.

Despite the pain in his buttocks, despite his total bondage, Tim could not control his growing excitement as her hands expertly manipulated his penis. She continued the manipulation with her left hand, squeezing without mercy, causing growing tumescence and excitement with her relentless jerking, while she continued to cane sharply Tims very sore, reddened bum. She continued this with single-minded intent, and then when he reached the point of climax, as he was shamefully, helplessly ejaculating with complete abandon in the grip of her insistent hands, she commented.

"Revolting, worm-like little perverts WILL be taught control."

Tim was totally overcome. He was still panting heavily through his gag from the depth of orgasm, still trembling from the pain on his bare behind, still unable to move from her thorough bondage,still in the throes of the shame and stinging pain of the most severe lesson he had ever had, when he heard her footsteps again behind him.

"Prepare !" He obeyed, of course.

Again he felt the sharp edge of her cane across his behind as she measured her swing, again the swish of her cane as she delivered the strokes. Only this time, the strokes seemed to have enormous force and were laid across his bare bottom with complete accuracy, causing,what could best be described as hellfire.

He moaned into his gag, totally consumed by pain.His bonds prevented any movement at all, and the caning continued inexorably across his buttocks. It seemed as if he would pass out from this agony,but Headmistress Natasha proceeded with the promised set of 12 caning strokes.

As the ringing slap of the cane wielded on the last stroke died away, as his pitiful trembling subsided, the Headmistress walked calmly in front of him, coolly flexing her cane directly where he could see it. Struggling in his bonds, although absolutely useless was the only measure he could take to ease the fire in his behind. Unfortunately this had no effect at all, the restraint was still perfect and did not give one bit..

"That will finish today's lesson, I have other matters to attend to now. You will, however, require considerable further instruction, as you are still a hopeless, revolting little pervert.

When I release you, you may dress and leave. You will return in three days time for the next lesson."

Tim shuddered with relief that his ordeal was finally at an end. His mind was a jumble of strange and mixed-up thoughts.Feelings he had never experienced before now had a firm grip on him. He lost no time in leaving the building but as he made good his escape, he took a long wistful look over his shoulder at the room where he had experienced the most humiliating and thorough thrashing of his life. Filled with dread and tingling anticipation he began the countdown until he would again,in three day time, find himself at the mercy of the beautiful, merciless Goddess, known as Headmistress Natasha.