The next night I showed up at her office. As ashamed as I was to be willing so easily to give myself up I went. Rachel met me there. She was sweet and opened the doors. The office was empty and dark, not that it was ussuly a light and happy place. Rachel unlocked her door and let me in. I walked straight to my corner but Rachel called me back. "This is going to be a little bit different. I expect you to tell me about any misbehaviours and I will handle them but I will also do practice spankings on you and scolding, maybe even some other punishments but because you will have done nothing wrong you have the safe word salt. You can shout and wiggle as much as you can but I will not stop a practice until I feel like it is good enough, I think you have had enough or you shout salt". I nod agreeing to the deal. "Good, anything you need to tell me". I said "I forgot to eat breakfast". Rachel nodded and I laid across her lap. "Not taking care of yourself is disrespectful. Do you know how I handle disrespect Bethany". "You make them remember for a few days so that they remember to be respectful". "Exactly my little darling. And how do I do that". "You take a ruler to there behind and make a checker board". "Someone has been paying attention during our sessions. I want you to crawl to the chest and find me the ruler". I crawled to the chest and dug for the wooden stiff ruler. I found it and crawled to Rachel I handed it to her and she allowed me to crawl across her lap like a cat. She started vertically laying the stripes just a inch apart from the last. Then she made the horizontal stripes creating the board. Once I had been satisfyingly been spanked she dropped the ruler and pepper my bottom to a glowy pink. "Anything else you'd like to confess Beth" Rachel asked. I thought hard a spanking for lying was worse than being spanked for the crime. I couldn't think of anything "I don't know Miss I can't remember". Rachel nodded and sat me up on her lap. She let me calm down before pulling out a black leather book. Inside was all,p the punishments she had booked in for the week. Her six o'clock was due for a caning. Another one was due for a hand spanking of a lifetime. There was a few fun spankings booked in and a few minor hair brushings. Rachel said "I need to practice caning, I haven't done it in a few months but the man requested it for the session". "Okay Rachel, but promise you'll be carful". She kissed my forehead and said "always". She told me to bend over the couch arm. She was going to do sets of threes I held on tight and braised myself for the first stroke instead of a furious whack I felt a soft hand tell me to relax. Rachel let me calm down and then told me to relax for the first stroke. She swung with a light isn force but the cane walloped my bottom and a straight was branded into my bottom. She hit again slightly lower and again. None the strikes were her hardest but they still burn with a mighty sting. She rubbed my back and gave me the next strike harder than the last set. It wasn't unmanageable but it made me think twice about coming here. The next one rained down slightly harder than the last and again. The last three were hard and mighty. I cried out after each one cursing and shouting. By the final stroke I was reduced to whimpering and sobbing. I heard the cane clunk to the ground and Rachel told me to climb onto the couch. She put a pillow under my head and she inspected my bottom. She said after she was done "that'll do just fine". "You were such a good girl taking your caning so well but you know that I frown upon swearing. Do I need to start another bar of soap for you". I begged her not to but once Rachel had decided that I deserved it my sentence was set. I went limp and refused to move. Rachel slapped my dark red bottom and I hopped up. She marched me to the bathroom where she allowed me to sit on her lap while my mouth was scrubbed out from "the filthy rotten worlds that have no place in a young ladies mouth". I rinsed my mouth and Rachel handed me a bottle of lotion. I yawned and snuggled into Rachel. Rachel decided that it would be to dangerous to let me drive home so she insisted that she do it. I didn't argue much my caned bottom reminding me of what I was, a bottom. Rachel walked me into my house after driving me home and made sure that I was safe in bed.
