This is where I share some of my experience with you and give you some insight into Annie Bee.
If you engage in consensual discipline, I hope you find some interesting and useful information here.
neighbours have no idea what we do in the privacy of our home,
and I'm quite sure we appear to them as an unremarkable
couple. Perhaps we even live next door to you. Occasionally,
when the opportunity presents itself, and I am in the mood, I
reacquaint my partner, Robert, with my darker side. This is the
catalyst that transforms Robert into a role of total obedience
and fear. It excites us both, we share a passion. I become one
of the cruel and sadistic ladies in one of my stories, and
Robert becomes her terrified whipping boy. Sometimes it is
Robert who initiates the transformation, sometimes his need to
be thrashed is more pressing than my desire to oblige, but
usually it is me who takes the first step. It could be just a look,
or the mention of an historic building we visited some years
ago that we both remember preceded a particularly memorable caning.
We each recognise the signals from each other. We can pass
these signals in the company of others, and they will be oblivious
to the fact that they have witnessed the first move towards
Robert submitting to me for another thrashing. This account details
the side of us that our neighbours never see.
I won't attempt to explain why I so love to
cane and tawse bare bottoms. I'm not aware that the
administering of corporal punishment runs in my family and I can think
of no event in my life that have might have made me this way. I
just accept that I have a passion for it and I'm fortunate
in being able to put that passion into practice with a
consenting and enthusiastic partner. His bottom is constantly decorated
with the marks of a recent caning or tawsing, and a fresh set
of vivid weals are usually added before the previous set have
faded. It would be nice to occasionally work on a 'blank
canvas', but I'm too impatient and not usually able to
wait that long. One has to compromise.
is also unable to explain his addiction to being
on the receiving end of my thrashings. When instructed, he
always obediently gives up control and submits to some quite
punishments. “I must be mad to let you do that to me,” he once
commented. I have to confess I agree with him –
he is completely mad, and I'm very fortunate to have met him.
first clues to my taste
for administering corporal punishment might have been observed
when I was just a young girl. While my friends enjoyed nursing
and feeding their dolls, mine were always naughty and I spanked
them regularly and enthusiastically. It's no real surprise
that when I grew up, after a few unhappy years working in
offices, mainly for men, that I should become a professional
I became one of those fortunate people who earned money doing
what they love. I've spanked, caned, tawsed, paddled, slippered
and whipped the bare bottoms of hundreds of whimpering
gentlemen. Politicians, members of the judiciary and managing directors
have all bared their bottoms and bent over to receive the kiss
of my cane. How would you like to cane your bank manager? I've
caned a few, perhaps one was yours.
When you find yourself in a busy city railway station and
you're watching city gents on their way to their various
offices and financial institutions, how many of them do you think
are hiding cane striped bottoms under their pinstripes?
Probably more than you imagine. A few years ago it might well have
been me who put them there.
me, there is nothing more pleasurable than the swish of a cane
followed by sound of it biting deep into a bare bottom and the
resultant shrieks of agony and gasping of the recipient. I
love to have a grown man struggling helplessly while secured
over a whipping bench, unable to cope with the agony of my canes
preference is to administer severe thrashings, and I'm fortunate
that there are many gentlemen who crave them, my partner
included. For me, punishment is supposed to hurt, so the more it
hurts the better. I prefer to have my recipients securely
restrained so there is no way out for them. They are totally at
my mercy, and they receive none. The cane can be so much more
painful than many people realise. Often, during my career as
a disciplinarian I would accept a new client who wished to
experience their first caning. They may have fantasised and read
about being caned for years before taking the plunge. Now they
wanted to experience the real thing but they would often not
appreciate just how agonising it can be.
“I deserve six of the best, hard, on the bare,
please Miss,” would be a typical request.
“Are you quite sure, Desmond? I think
you may find it somewhat more painful than you imagine,” I would warn. “Oh yes, Miss. I have a high pain threshold,”
he might reply.
“Very well, Desmond, six of the best across the bare bottom it will be.
Trousers and pants down, then bend over the desk and grasp the far side.”
usually restrain a client until we had built up a degree of
trust, and this was especially the case when dealing with a virgin
of the cane, such as Desmond. I would keep him in suspense for a
few minutes, with his bare, upturned bottom twitching in
anticipation of its first ever stroke, while I selected a cane
(in his case, a junior cane). Then, after taking my position
to his side and tapping the cane lightly across his expectant
bottom to get the measure of the implement, I might say:
“Desmond, prepare yourself for the caning you so richly deserve. I suggest you take a deep breath.”
After a few more taps, and a few
swishes of the cane through the air (I love to watch buttocks
clench in anticipation when I do this), I would administer a
nice, crisp, stroke to Desmond's bare bottom. My word! What
a shock it could be! They would often leap up, hands clutching
their bare bottom, face contorted with agony and shock.
“Please, Miss. No more! I had no idea it would be so painful! I can't take any more.”
it was quite obvious that the client had made a serious mistake.
Fantasy and reality were so far removed
from one another that they would probably never elect to feel
the reality of the cane again. In this case, sadly, the remainder
of the caning would be cancelled. More often, however, I would
reprimand them for moving out of position and threaten to add
more strokes if they didn't bend back over immediately. I would
then continue the caning, perhaps not putting quite so
much venom into the strokes. It would still hurt and they would
gasp and squeal, but they would take the full six. They would
usually feel elated afterwards, proud that they had taken it,
and would thank me for insisting they go through with it. Often
they'd return at a later date, suggesting that I may have been a
bit too lenient with them. I would, of course, be delighted
to rectify this.
Why a person
would want to have their bare bottom thrashed hard is as much
a mystery to me as why I so love obliging. Some, especially
those in senior managerial positions, may occasionally feel compelled
to shed all their responsibilities and take a step back to
their school days. Perhaps they need to occasionally have somebody
control them. Perhaps a strict aunt or headmistress who will
punish them for some of their guilty secrets. Some have no idea
at all and after searching for a reason and failing to find
one, they may just conclude that it's just in their genes.
They can spend their life suppressing it or just accept it and
get on and enjoy it.
in my circumstances put an end to my career as a professional
disciplinarian. I cannot deny that I find the punishment of
bare bottoms erotic and I am now loyal to my long suffering
partner, Robert. It's his bottom only that now dances and
writhes under the cut of my canes and the bite of my tawses. Of
the hundreds of gentlemen who reported to me for a good thrashing,
many came back for more, so I feel I'm justified in concluding
that I'm a proficient disciplinarian. In this section
I will share some of this experience with you, along with some
of my ideas and thoughts on the subject.
Annie Bee is not the name I used when I was a professional disciplinarian. If you have ever reported to a professional
disciplinarian for punishment, then who knows, it might have been me. IMPLEMENTS:THE KISS OF THE CANE
Justifiably dreaded by school boys of years ago, I adore the cane and it is my favourite implement of correction. The wonderful sound of a cane swishing through the air, followed by the sharp 'crack' that confirms it has bitten nicely into the offered bare bottom of the recipient at my mercy. I love the resultant gasping and howling as the white hot line of fire burns deep into his bottom cheeks. Then, as the cane is raised in preparation of the next stroke, I can observe the white tramlines left by the cane gradually fill with colour and mature into a vivid weal. A serious cane in the hands of somebody who knows how to use it can be excruciating.
I understand that the cane became popular in Victorian times when society began to regard baring of the bottom for punishment as inappropriate. Up until then the birch had been a popular implement for chastisement. However, the birch was apparently not particularly effective when used over clothes, whereas the cane was still capable of making itself felt through several layers. I usually cane on the bare anyway, so the maximum possible effect of the cane is always felt by the recipient and I am able to observe the resultant weals.
Many people, when they think of a cane, will picture it with a crook handle because that's how most school canes were made years ago. The reasons for the crook are not entirely clear to me, but I've read suggestions that in centuries gone by, a walking stick was often used to punish misdemeanours, so when the rattan cane was introduced the design was simply replicated. Other reasons could be that the crook stops the cane flying out of your hand when applying it with vigour, also the crook allows the cane to be hung easily on a hook in the classroom as a warning of what to expect for misbehaviour. Personally I prefer simple straight canes with a wound leather grip. I always ensure that the tip of the cane at the business end is rounded and smooth. Canes do dry out over time, so they lose weight and become more brittle. I've heard that placing a cane tip down in a glass of water will help revitalise it, provided it hasn't been varnished or oiled. I don't bother, I just replace canes when they break.
Most punishment canes are made of a variety of rattan; kooboo and dragon being the most popular. As they are a natural product, no two are the same, so I keep a large selection. Dragon canes tend to be a little denser than kooboo, so can be more severe. Heavier canes will bite in deeper and will cause more bruising, whereas lighter canes tend to be more flexible. If used with enthusiasm, canes can leave long lasting marks and can break the skin, and for many this will be undesirable. I buy most of my canes from a company called Quality-Control
You actually don't need an enormous amount of strength to administer a severe cane stroke, it's more to do with technique. I usually start by placing the cane lightly across the recipient's bottom, with the far tip a short distance closer to me than where I intend it to land (centrifugal force, when you swing the cane, will stretch your arm a little, so the cane will impact further away). Lift the cane gracefully, but sharply away from the target in a broad sweep over your shoulder, then bring it back down using wrist action to add acceleration to the cane. A good cane stroke will look graceful and will sound wonderful.
I usually warm up thoroughly before caning Robert to reduce the risk of pulling muscles. I drape several layers of towelling over his bottom, then, starting lightly, begin administering strokes, gradually increasing the force until I'm happy with both the severity and the accuracy. Six layers of towelling will usually be enough to ensure he feels almost nothing. Then I whip the towels away so the caning can proceed at maximum severity right from the first stroke on the bare. I do understand that many practitioners of corporal punishment recommend 'warming up' the recipients bottom with a lighter hand spanking, before moving on to the cane, but that's not the way I like to do things. I don't want to make things easy for Robert. I want that first sizzling stroke to be a real challenge and to take his breath away.
Robert's body language is a joy to behold when I cane him severely. He'll invariably be well secured over our whipping bench, so his movement is very restricted. This results in the most bizarre and frantic contortions of the few parts of his body he can still move as he tries to deal with the agony that rages through his bottom cheeks. His head sometimes shakes madly from side to side. His feet gyrate wildly and appear to try grasp at the air. He also strains to clench his buttocks and wrench them out of the path of the cane, but of course the restraints keep his bottom firmly in place. The thick leather restraining straps and the wooden joints do tend to creak a little as he exerts almost superhuman strength in his futile attempts to escape.
On one occasion, while I was administering a particularly savage caning with a nice, heavy dragon cane, Robert actually managed to get the whipping bench walking away from me by a few inches. He later told me that it had been so agonising that he would have climbed the walls with his finger nails to escape.
One negative aspect of severe canings is the likelihood of breaking the skin. When I was a professional I sometimes spoke to clients who boasted that they could take a hundred strokes of the cane, or even more. They couldn't take that many from me. The number of strokes you can realistically administer without causing unacceptable damage will depend on the toughness of the skin of the recipient's bottom, the weight, thickness and length of the cane, and the skill, severity and fitness of the person wielding the cane. When I cane Robert I like to have him fit for more punishment within two to three weeks, and I know from experience that he will be out of action for longer than that if I administer more than about thirty-six of the very best. I do occasionally get a little carried away, and exceed this figure, but Robert can become intolerably flippant in the weeks that follow because he is confident that I regard his healing bottom is a 'no cane zone'.
I always like to have my recipient in the well bent over position to receive the cane, so the skin will be taut and a larger area is available for me to explore. I generally consider that the target area extends from about an inch below the start of the bottom cleft, down to the top inch, or so, of the backs of the thighs. The natural crease at the point where the buttocks meet the tops of the thighs is a delightfully sensitive spot, and I adore watching the reaction of Robert when I place a few real stingers there.
I should stress that it is not necessary to be severe or to break skin for a caning to be successful. Severe canings are simply personal preference of mine (and, of course, Robert always agrees with me).
THE TAWSE – BURNS NIGHT?
While school boys in England feared the cane, their Scottish counterparts were more likely to live in dread of the tawse, a thick leather strap with the business end split into two or three tails. They were made in many different sizes and weights. Possibly the most famous tawses, the Lochgelly, were made by John Dick. The tawse was often applied to the miscreant’s hands, but my preference is to apply it to the bare bottom.
After the cane, the tawse is my favourite implement, and I have several. For me, the appeal of the tawse is its flexibility – it can mould to the contours of a bottom, allowing the painful tips to curl around and accelerate into areas that are inaccessible to the cane.
Robert always wears a padded thong to protect his 'bits' when I tawse him. The protection enables me to thrash him with unrestrained enthusiasm, aiming the tips of the tails into all those sensitive areas, such as his bottom cleft and inner thighs. He obviously needs to be well restrained over the whipping bench in a well bent over position and with his knees spread well apart to ensure that all those sensitive areas are accessible. It is essential that clenching his bottom cheeks together is made absolutely impossible because when the tawse tips find their way into his bottom cleft - my goodness, how hard he tries! It's delicious to watch.
Although I consider the cane to be generally more severe than the tawse, Robert is actually more in dread of me wielding a tawse. The cane is quite predictable, applied with vigour, it is simply excruciating. The tawse is also very painful, but every now and then, I manage that elusive perfect stroke - a stroke that wraps around the left buttock to whip the painful tips of the tails into the virgin flesh of a particularly sensitive spot with extra venom. Robert swears that when this happens it is even more unbearable than the cane. He never knows when I'm going to manage a perfect stroke, so he's kept in suspense. I am keen to improve my tawsing technique and I'm constantly trying to increase my percentage of perfect strokes.
It takes some practice to achieve a nice 'wrap around' stroke. To get the maximum venom into the tawse tips I like to stand close to Robert's head so I can swing the tawse horizontally around his left side with the aim of curling the tawse around his left buttock so the tips whip around into his bottom cleft. Of course, standing where I am, I am not able to see his bottom, so I sometimes place a large floor standing mirror behind him, so I can see where the tawse tips bite in. When you manage a perfect stroke it's unmistakable – all the energy in the tawse is absorbed by the bottom with a resounding 'crack'. At that instant, all the pull on your arm disappears as the tawse seems to grasp the buttock like a claw. The body language of your recipient provides more evidence – all self-control is lost as the excruciating agony explodes through pain thresholds. The bizarre and desperate struggle to escape the clutches of the whipping bench is a joy to behold. The symphony of shrieking is music to the ears.
I did have problems with tawses in the early days. If I administered a poor stroke and it glanced off the target instead of biting in, the tawse would sometimes hit the next thing in its path – often my own leg. This could be painful, and I found that the fear of it happening held me back from putting maximum ferocity into my strokes. Now, if I intend administering a sound tawsing, I make sure I'm protected. That's why Robert gets so nervous when he sees me wearing my long leather boots. I also wear long leather gloves, as the tawse can sometimes flip back over my wrist and catch my arm. With all my protective clothing in place and Robert securely strapped down over the whipping bench with his thong snugly in place, there is no reason to hold back. I can confidently apply the tawse with maximum venom, content in the knowledge that Robert's gaping bottom is the only target that will feel the white hot burn of the tawse tails.
With practice and skill, it is possible to administer a very severe tawsing, while leaving the right bottom cheek relatively unscathed. This is perfect as it means I can follow the tawsing with a good, hard caning, where the right bottom cheek will take the brunt of the cane. (This assumes the administrator is right handed).
The tawsings that Robert really dreads are those where I manage to find a really sensitive spot with the tips of the tails, then immediately manage to replicate it again and again. He tells me that the pain is beyond belief as the tawse bites into the same spot, overlaying agony with more agony. He can't really put the pain into words, but the amazing contortions of his body as he frantically tries to clench his bottom cheeks and wriggle free, and both the animal like shrieking and gurgling that pours out of his mouth give some idea of how painful it must be. I love it when I get the tawsing to this level – I just want to go on and on.
I've read that some of the more sadistic teachers in Scotland would sometimes have a coin stitched into each tail tip to give the business end more weight and more bite. I'm thinking of trying this with one of my tawses. I have tried soaking the tawse tips in water overnight to add weight – that had Robert blubbing!
A good quality tawse will have all the sharp edges rounded off and this will lessen the risk of breaking the skin at the business end. My favourite tawse is a heavy two tailed Lochgelly. It has just the right combination of weight and flexibility for me. Some of my better tawses were supplied by The London Tanners and MC Customs
I love to 'explore' with tawses of different lengths and weights, always searching for ever more sensitive spots to bury the tips, and am thrilled when I do.
I was occasionally requested to administer a birch in my professional years, and I was delighted to oblige. The birch would be made from fresh hazel switches, about 2-3 feet long, bound together at the thick end. I always applied the birch to the recipient’s bare bottom while he was secured over my whipping bench. I understand that, while the early strokes might be bearable, the build-up of pain as the birching progresses can be quite pronounced. A lot, of course, will depend on the weight and length of the switches.
One negative aspect is the mess a birching can make. Applied with enthusiasm, a birch may begin to disintegrate, sending fragments of birch twig flying around the room. Somebody has to clear it up, and you may be able to guess whose task this is (more about that later).
With the assistance of Robert, I've carried out some birch research. A birch can vary from a few light, whippy, birch twigs, suitable for stimulating the skin during a sauna, to a fearsome, far heavier implement suitable for judicial punishment. You do not need to use switches from a birch. In fact the famous Manx birch was often made from 4-5 fresh hazel rods.
Obviously, it is the more severe birches that hold most appeal for me, so as part of my research, I had Robert make one up from a mixture of quite thick, but flexible, hazel and apple switches, as I have access to both. The resultant implement was quite heavy and my regular gym workouts proved useful. I had Robert secured over the whipping bench, bare bottom up, and applied strokes as hard as I could. I like the sound as the birch whistles through the air, although the 'crack' as contact is made on bare flesh is not as distinct as the cane because not all switches land at exactly the same time and some get in the way of others. I quickly learnt to adjust my grip to orientate the birch to allow as many switches to make contact as possible.
Robert tells me it's like being thrashed with five canes at the same time, and with so many points of contact, the pain builds up rapidly as the switches begin to strike areas still burning from previous strokes. Yes, the birch is fun, and a serious one can make quite a mess of a bare bottom.
I've developed an entertaining method of cleaning up of the mess of birch fragments all over the floor. Obviously, it's Robert who has to clear it up. He does it, naked, on his elbows (not hands) and knees, and he's blindfolded. I direct him to each fragment and encourage him to put more enthusiasm into his duty with frequent strokes of the birch across his upturned bare bottom. He's not allowed to use his hands, instead, at my command, when his face is immediately above a fragment, I order him to locate and pick it up with his mouth. Dropping his face to the floor offers his bottom up in an even more exposed manner. With the fragment between his lips and his nose on the floor, he has to wait for a full force stroke of the birch down the length of his gaping bottom as the signal before he's permitted to lift the fragment and place it in my hand. The cleaning up can take ages, especially as more birch fragments litter the floor during the process.
Grown men can be reduced to tears with a sound, over the knee, bare bottom spanking. It's a very popular pursuit as it perhaps takes the recipient back to his childhood, and it can be quite an intimate experience for both parties. During my professional disciplinarian period I spent a lot of time hand spanking, and in the early days my hand would become quite bruised, but with perseverance it toughened up and enabled me to set my clients bare bottom on fire with prolonged, brisk, hard, hand spankings without undue discomfort (to my hand).
A spanking can be anything from gentle and sensual to severe. I prefer sitting in an upright, high backed chair to spank. It is possible to keep a struggling recipient in place by grasping his wrists behind his back. I do sometimes place the recipient over just my left knee so I can hold his scissor his legs between my thighs as an additional measure to prevent escape.
The thing I find most delightful about over the knee spanking is that you are in close contact, so you can feel your recipients writhe and struggle and watch at close quarters his wriggling bare bottom change colour from white to bright red. And the sound! There is little to match the delicious sound of a hand spanking a bare bottom.
I have to confess that I have, on occasion, gotten carried away while spanking men's bare bottoms. The writhing, gasping and pleading, together with the SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Of my hand on bare flesh has made it difficult to stop, so some of my spankings have been quite prolonged, and the more they protested, the harder I spanked. Wonderful!
It's not common to restrain a recipient for a spanking, but it can be useful when administering a particularly enthusiastic spanking, and particularly if the recipient is physically strong. A person can find enormous strength when desperate to escape a painful spanking. I do like to spank severely, so I have experimented with restraints. The most successful technique I have used was to fit my recipient with leather wrist cuffs. Then, once over my knee, I would rope the wrist cuffs together behind his knees. The result is no escape. No matter how painful, their bare bottom will remain presented for
punishment for as long as you choose. Perfect!