Whenever I have had to be punished, no one thought anything at all about just making me get undressed and bend over as ordered to be spanked, and then they spanked me for as long and as hard as they wanted to. I just had to take whatever they wanted to do with me. I guess my dad and others were training me to be the obedient and submissive slavegirl that I now want to be. I know that, as a slavegirl, my Master will want to be sure that I will be totally obedient to him, and the way to make sure that I am is to give me very hard spankings that I need, or just whenever he wants to spank me. It is important that a slavegirl be spanked at times just to be spanked, to make sure that she is totally obedient to her Master.
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When I got a job cleaning the offices and floors of an office building, I could keep my job only if I was spanked whenever my boss wanted to spank me. He said that I had to report to him in his office every day when I got to work to be spanked and to kneel and suck him, and I would be called for at times during the day to report to him to be spanked and provide sexual services. When I reported to him, he told me to get my clothes off and bend over his desk to be spanked. I didn’t hesitate because that is what was expected of me. I got undressed and leaned over as he caned or whipped me for 10 minutes. Sometimes I had to bend over his knee to be spanked with a strap or paddle. Then I was on my knees sucking him. When he called for me during the day, after spanking me he would often want me on my back on a sofa or chair with my legs up and spread so he could use a dildo on me to climax. If I did not respond properly or disobeyed him, I would have to straighten my legs out over my head so he could use a strap to whip me really hard on my bottom and thighs. At times I know he just said I did not perform properly just so he had an excuse to whip me hard. Every day I was spanked and sexually used several times.
If I had to be spanked for something I did wrong, then when I got home, my Master spanked me again. I deserved the spankings I got and got a lot of spankings. And that is how I want my Master who I am seeking now to treat me. I am a “no-limit” slavegirl, knowing that it is up to my Master as to how hard and how long I am spanked, and who can spank me; and how I am sexually used and who can use me. If I have to get spanked in order to have a job, then that is what I will do. When my Master sent me to babysit a friend’s child, the dad could spank me anytime I disobeyed him, did not get my chores done or done right, or did not do what he told me to do. And, after he spanked me, I had to suck him. My sucking services are just considered a part of any spanking I get.
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[NOTE: Actually, getting spanked or sexually used in order to have a job is not all that uncommon, even in the U.S. I know of a girl in a small town north of Columbus, Ohio, who worked in a plastic factory who had to report to the office of the boss whenever told to for his sexual use and to be spanked. When she entered the office, she had to take her clothes off and bend over his knee to be spanked. Then she had to kneel and suck the boss short of climax and then bend over a table for him to “finish”. So, getting spanked and sexually used in order to keep a job is not necessarily a thing that happens only in Ghana and other African or European countries, but can happen right here in the U.S.]
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I have been spanked as a daughter at home, as a student in school, as a girl babysitting a child, as a worker in an office, and as a slavegirl for my Master. I did find a Master, but he could only control me for about a year, so I am now looking for another one. I was severely punished at home by both my dad and grandmother. But, it was in school where I learned to appreciate the satisfaction of being spanked. At home I was spanked for misbehavior or disobedience, and although I always felt better after I was spanked, I never really thought about why until later on when I got spanked really hard in school.
Most often when I got a poor grade, acted up in class, or did not get my homework done, the teacher would make me bend over a desk and hold onto the other side as he used a cane to spank me. These spankings were not too hard and would last only a minute or two, so I normally did not cry, and they were really not too effective, so I kept on misbehaving. However one time I went to school late and my teacher said that he was going to put a stop to my misbehavior, took me to a private office, told me to get undressed and lay face-down on a table with my bare bottom in the air. He used a strap and I was given a 5-minute very hard spanking on my bare bottom as I bounced and really cried a lot. Since the school building is nothing more than a wood frame structure with a lot of holes, I know that the other students knew I was going to be spanked and could hear the sound of the strap on my bare bottom and could definitely hear me crying.
But that made my spanking even more exciting to me. As my teacher took me to the room where I was going to be spanked, I got really wet from excitement, although I was also very nervous and scared. When I was laying there waiting for my spanking I got really excited thinking about the other students hearing me being spanked, but when the first stroke came, I forgot all about anyone else and focused only on that strap and my sore bottom and straining to keep it up as ordered to be spanked. When he finished, I was really excited and knew then why I had always responded well to being spanked—I liked it when it was over! As I lay there crying, my teacher ordered me to raise my bottom more and spread my legs. I obeyed. He then stroked my clit very slow and soft to see how wet I was. He stroked me for several moments as I pressed myself into his hand. I wanted to be a very cooperative girl, pleasing my teacher, … my Master. Then, when I got down from the table, I made a point of spreading my legs, getting up on my knees and backing very slowly off the table. Then when I put my clothes on I made a point of bending down to put my panties on in a way that my legs were spread and I remained bending over as I slid my panties up my legs. But then I paused as my teacher reached between my legs and caressed me again. I remained there until he patted my bottom and told me to get dressed and that he was pleased with me. As I got up to put on my blouse, I didn’t wear a bra, I turned toward him and slowly put my blouse on as I bowed my head, showing him respect to thank him for spanking me. As I began to button it up from the bottom, I paused to keep the front open. Waiting, he reached forward and squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I jerked slightly and he told me not to do that and turn around, bend over, raise my skirt and pull my panties down so he could spank me again. I obeyed, as he slapped each cheek several times. I learned then that if I was disobedient, I would get more of his corrective attention. I liked that, and after that I made it a point of being disobedient whenever he had to spank me. Then I had to stand up, turn toward him with my head bowed as he squeezed and pinched me again! When I got dressed I knelt in front of him and bowed my head to the floor and told him how sorry I was. He just told me to be sure and be a better girl and he would continue to spank me when I wasn’t. That is what I wanted as I thanked him again and went back to class. Since then I really enjoyed getting spanked and the pain from the spanking. After that spanking I am now always ready to cry when I am spanked, whereas before I would suppress my crying at school. My teacher continued to spank me once or twice a week. And, at home, I began to cry sooner when I was spanked and cried more freely. Both dad and grandma seemed to like the fact that I was crying more, and they spanked me more often.
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