Mean Meena:

I was naked, as I knelt with my balls tightly tied, and waited for Mistress to begin the session. At last, I heard the door open and she stepped into the room: she didn’t look at me or speak to me but went over to where I had left a bottle of wine and my tribute, inspected them both and then came and stood in front of me.

She stood there for what seemed like a long time before she turned round so that her bottom was in front of my face and she told me to kiss it. I pressed my lips to both cheeks and then she said “Tell me how you would really like to worship my bottom: And I want the truth. If I like what I hear, I will spank you. But if I don’t like it, you will be caned.” and she turned round and sat down so that she was facing me.

Her eyes were boring into me and I could feel myself blushing as I told her that I would like to lift her skirt up and pull her knickers down and just look at her naked bottom, which I am sure is utterly beautiful, before leaning forward to kiss her buttocks. And when I had covered her buttocks with kisses, I would gently spread her cheeks until her bumhole was exposed when I would kiss that too. “And then?” she said and I knew that I had to tell her the whole truth. My voice was trembling as I said that I would put out my tongue and run it round and round her bumhole before I ran my tongue directly across it. “And then?” and I whispered that I would spread her cheeks even wider and push my tongue inside her until it was as deep as it could go.

There was a period of silence and then Mistress turned and sat on the sofa and patted her thighs, and with a huge wave of relief, I thought that she must have liked what I had just said as she was going to give me a spanking. I lay across her thighs and she delivered a wonderful spanking, stinging and exciting and when she finished, I was told to kneel and thank her. As I kissed her feet she said “No-one is allowed to worship my bottom like that, and hearing you talk about it and seeing how excited it makes you has made me quite upset: go to the playroom and bring me the cane you will find there.”

So I was to be caned after all . . . .

I went to the playroom where Mistress had left a long, flexible cane lying on the bench. I picked it up and as I did so, I felt the thrill I always get when I hold a cane in my hand and I began to tremble as I thought of how it would be used. I swished it through the air, hoping that Mistress couldn’t hear what I was doing, and I tried a few light strokes across my buttocks before I returned to her. I hurried back and knelt and handed the cane to her and she told me to kiss it and then get into the correct position to be caned. I knelt on the sofa, with my head down and my bottom up in the air and waited for what seemed like ages, and then, instead of the cane, I felt Mistress’ fingers gently running across my buttocks. “What are these lines?” she asked. “I didn’t say that you could play with my cane before you brought it to me; this will mean extra strokes” and then I felt the cane begin to tap across both my cheeks. After ten strokes she put down the cane and said “and your extra strokes will be with my dragon cane” and she held it up for me to see.

The dragon cane is a fearsome weapon and very painful and after just a few strokes I knew that my bottom must be deeply marked with red lines and then she lowered the cane and I was allowed to kneel and thank her. I kissed her feet again, after which Mistress told me to suck her toes. And after a few minutes, she said that it was time for me to be stretched and she told me to lie on my back. When I was in position, Mistress knelt between my legs and held up a pink, silicone rubber prick, bigger than the one she usually uses in her strapon, and as I watched, she rolled a condom over it and handed it to me. “You are going to take all of that” she said “but I will be kind and will stretch you first” and I felt her lubricated, gloved finger run up and down my cleft before she slipped it inside me.

“Suck it” she said and as I took the rubber prick into my mouth, she inserted a second finger, telling me what a slut I was as she stretched me. “Is this what you would like to do to my bum?” Mistress asked, and before I could answer, a third finger was pushed into me as she she continued to roughly stretch me. She did this for a minute or two until she thought that I was stretched enough when her fingers were withdrawn and she held up the prick she usually uses in her strapon and as I continued to suck the large one, I felt the blunt tip of it pushing against my open hole.

“This is what happens if you have bad thoughts” she said and with one movement, she pushed the whole length of it into me. As I was so stretched it was not difficult and as I lifted my legs up and rested them on her shoulders, she began to fuck me: the longer it went on, the easier it became and the more exciting it became and then Mistress removed the dildo and told me to hand the larger prick to her. She pushed the head inside me and then continued the pressure until the whole length was embedded in me. I was surprised how easily it went in and how exciting it was and I could feel my prick swelling and I so wanted to reach down and stroke it, but daren’t with Mistress watching. Mistress fucked me for a long time, using the whole length of the dildo before she reached down and took hold of my prick. She squirted a little lubricant onto it and within a very short space of time, her skilful fingers had made it hard and throbbing. As she continued to stroke my prick, my excitement levels rose higher and higher. She took me almost to orgasm three or four times, just stopping each time, ‘Edging’ she called it, but then, with the dildo still deep inside me, the next time her fingers went to work I was unable to hold back and came in an explosive orgasm, spurting over my stomach and chest. Mistress cleaned me up and removed the dildo and I thanked her and prepared to get up and get dressed but I was wrong in thinking that the session was over. Mistress said “Turn over and kneel with your head down on the carpet and reach back and pull your cheeks apart” and I knew that the worst part was still to come. “You are such a slut” said Mistress “that your hole will be caned. Stretch it widely for me and my friend here” and she rested the cane across my open and gaping hole. It felt cool and smooth but then suddenly she raised it and snapped it down, causing me to cry out. I hate it when Mistress gives me an anal caning, it is not only painful but it is also shaming and humiliating but I think that is why she enjoys it so much. When at last she was finished, I kissed her and thanked her and then I got dressed.

We had coffee together and, as always, she was then a completely different person, warm and lovely and fun, as we chatted about various facets of our everyday lives. But then, as I said I must go, she said “I was disappointed in your behaviour today especially as you came without my permission. You didn’t even ask if you could come, you just had an orgasm to please yourself and you will be punished for that. You will start your next session on your knees in the punishment position and I will cane you the moment I walk into the room.”

And she smiled as she said this and then opened the front door and I stepped into the street and she shut the door behind me.

I know she won’t forget – and I shall worry about that for the next few weeks . . . . .

At the beginning of the session Mistress Meena told me go upstairs and wait in the proper position for her. I opened the door and went upstairs and undressed and then I saw a cane lying on the pillow. It was long and thin and very whippy and I couldn’t stop myself from swishing it a couple of times and tapping it across my bum as I thought of how she would shortly be using it. Then, I knelt on the bed with my knees apart and placed the cane in the cleft of my buttocks and waited. I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs and when she came into the room she complimented me on my positioning and fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice any marks across my buttocks. She took the cane away and then she began to spank me. She started with her hand but then used a wooden spoon and something else which I couldn’t see, but which felt quite wide. It was a wonderful spanking but immediately afterwards, she picked up the cane and straight away, ten strokes were laid across my buttocks. When she told me to kneel up, it was obvious that I had leaked with all the excitement and she said that I had to be punished for that and she proceeded to tie up my prick and balls (making my prick swell as she did). She was wearing a black dress, which she said was her ‘schoolmistress’ dress and she stood in front of me and very slowly, she lifted it up until I could see that beneath it, she was wearing a strapon which stuck straight out in front of her.

She turned round and told me to kiss her bottom before she told me to lie on my back with my legs up in the air. As I held this embarrassing position, a gloved finger slipped into me, followed by another as she prepared me for the strapon. She withdrew her fingers and I was made to kiss and suck the strapon before she told me to kneel and spread my cheeks. She stood behind me and I felt the end of the strapon nudge against me and then she pushed the whole length of it into me in one movement until her stomach was pushing hard against my buttocks. Then she began to move in and out, and the more she did, the easier it became and the more I enjoyed it and the more I wanted it to continue, even asking her to do it harder. I have become such a slut since I met Mistress!

When she withdrew, she said that I had enjoyed her strapon far too much and would be punished again. I was told to bend over and then, using the same cane, another ten strokes were laid across my already red and marked bottom. I was then told to lie on my back again and Mistress opened her magic box of sounding rods and urethral plugs, and slowly sliding a carefully chosen long rod in and out, she brought me near to climax time and time again before at last, she knelt above me, spread her cheeks and sat on my face while she masturbated me to orgasm.

Enjoyable as ever and then it was over and I got dressed and we sat and chatted over a cup of coffee until it was time for me to leave. I put my coat on and picked up my bag and went into the hall and thanked her again and kissed her goodbye, but as I got near to the front door, she called me back into the playroom. I was surprised at first, but then I remembered something she had said at one session last year.

I said “I thought you had forgotten Mistress” but she said that she never forgets anything and I was to be caned again before I was allowed to go home: she said that I would get no sexual pleasure from a caning after an orgasm, but she was going to enjoy doing it.

I was told to put my bag down and undo my belt and lower my trousers and then bend over. I did as I was told, feeling like a naughty schoolboy, and when I was in position she very slowly lifted my jacket and shirt and folded them neatly across my back and then, equally slowly, she pulled my pants half way down my thighs.

Then I heard her pick up a cane and whip it through the air, and as she did, I could feel my buttocks clenching at each ‘swish’ but I could also feel my excitement rising. She tapped the cane across my cheeks and made me wait until I was trembling with anticipation. And then, another six strokes were delivered before she put the cane down. I stood up and reached back and felt the raised ridges across both cheeks of my buttocks before I gave her a big hug and thanked her – and I meant it. I pulled up my pants and trousers and then, ten minutes later than I had expected to leave, I opened the front door and went to my car.

A visit to Mistress Meena is never boring !