Guest Post By CJ

The Misadventures of a Long-distance Sub

 

It was early on a Friday morning, October 10^th, 5:30 am, and I was standing at a bus stop in Munich. The sign said the bus was due in 2 minutes and I smiled to myself. One thing you can count on is preciseness from Germans. Sure enough in exactly 2 minutes Bus 58 rolled into position. I dragged my suitcase and myself onto the bus and off to the Hauptbahnhof we went. I transferred from that bus to the Lufthansa Airport bus, and by that time I was getting weary of public transportation.

 

Soon I was at the airport and found out my suitcase was two kilograms overweight, so I had to transfer some books from the suitcase to my carry on. Now these books were not from Barnes and Nobles’ most-religious books list, these books were for Miss. I took a deep breath and pulled the books out and set them on to the ticket counter – ‘A Maid for All Seasons Vol. 1 & 2,’ ‘Female Submission,’ ‘Female Dominatrix’ to name a few – then I stood there turning red as the ticket agent tried to feign that she had not just read the title of that book on top. I went about my business and slipped them into my carry on and with all the dignity I could muster, which was not that much, and walked away.

 

So began the journey to see my Domme, a little less than a year since our last meeting. I sat on the plane imagining what this visit would be like. This time we would stay at Sir’s place on the weekends. I had work to do during the week, but I was going to ask Miss if I could stay at her house and commute. My mind drifted to all the previous e-mails and texts that I had received from Miss about my upcoming visit – the list of issues that would be discussed and what some of those discussions would entail, and I shivered because she assured me that one ‘participant’ in those discussions would be the cane. I tried to concentrate on the book I was reading, but my mind had other priorities and kept returning to snippets of online dialogue:

 

“You think you will only get one beating?”

 

I smiled as I remembered telling her that I was highly allergic to all wood and leather, and her reply:

 

“Such a condition would have to be verified with documents from the hospital.”

 

In the life of a long distance sub, orders come through cell phone texts, e-mails and the phone, so when you meet in real life it’s a whole new reality. I am not so quick to be cheeky for one thing. At least we both speak English – well, I speak American, Miss speaks English, and Sir speaks Scottish, quite the international team. It does result in some interesting looks and questions about what the other meant.

 

 

Finally I arrived at Heathrow Airport, eager but nervous to try my hand behind the wheel of a car on UK’s motorways, despite the fact that the steering wheel was on the other side of the car and I would be driving on the other side of the road. Two hours later I was finally on the road to Sir’s place.

 

I arrived hours before Miss and Sir were expected to be home so I went to see what I might find in a small village. I found a car park and pulled into the lot. A man started waving at me and I stopped and rolled down my window, and he said,

 

“I have two more hours on my parking pass, would you like to have it?”

 

I smiled and thanked him, and thought,

 

“Wow, this is a nice place, I think I like it here.”

 

I walked onto a bridge to take some photos of the river and the Abbey, and then I walked to the downtown area to window shop, and saw a rattan carpet beater hanging from the ceiling in an antique shop. I went in to see how much they wanted for it, but I am vertically challenged so I could not reach it and had to ask a man who was standing nearby. He looked at the tag and said it was two pounds. I smiled and said I would take it.

 

He smiled back. “Would you like me to hit you with it?”

 

I almost choked, but I kept smiling. “Nooooo thank you.”

 

We both laughed and I took it to the register, and the gentleman there was smiling too. “It is the wrong time of year to be buying a carpet beater.”

 

I stuttered. “Not in South Carolina and that is where this one is going.”

 

Our conversation then turned to America, the Wild West and John Wayne. We chatted for a while and then I headed back to my car with my new pervertable.

 

I still had plenty of time to explore and I went looking for a place to walk around. I stumbled across a leisure center with a nature walk that follows the river so off I went. About halfway through I decided to text Miss and tell her where I was and ask if it was okay. It was and I continued and found a great lookout point that was on the opposite side of the Abbey that I had just photographed. I was excited about the walk and the adventure, and I took more pictures and watched the wildlife and breathed in the fresh air, and relaxed.

 

Finally it was time to head for Sir’s house. I had already found it so I knew it would not take me long. I pulled into a parking spot not far from his doorway, and had not waited long when I saw Sir and Miss pass me and park in a spot closer to the house. I texted Miss and said they had just blown by – I guess I was not quite ready to jump out of the car and say hi, and yes, the butterflies started swarming. We waved to each other and I slowly got out of the car and pulled my suitcase from the trunk, being careful to leave the newly acquired carpet beater safely hidden in the car.

 

I was walking up the sidewalk when Miss stepped out and gave me a great hug. In no time at all and we were chatting like we had never been apart. My butterflies settled down and we continued to catch up on how were the flights, my trip and theirs.

 

Soon it was bedtime and we were all very tired. I slipped upstairs first, hoping that it would be possible to go to bed with a pristine and very comfortable bum. Surprisingly it was.

 

Saturday morning Sir was eager to get going, so my alarm consisted of “CJ, time to get up, breakfast in 5 minutes!”

 

Ugh. I was not ready to get up but in Sir’s house breakfast is mandatory, and that meant me too. So I stumbled downstairs to see what I could do to help, and found I was just in time to put plates on the table and eat. Being the good sub that I am, that is what I did. (Okay, don’t snicker. This is my story and I’ll tell it my way!)

 

After breakfast we cleaned up and had a nice chat, and then Miss asked Sir what to do about a Sub who is in the kitchen without slippers on her feet. I looked at her astonished and the butterflies did a complete formation nosedive in my stomach.

 

Next thing that I knew I was over Miss’s knees staring at the carpet and trying to explain that I didn’t have slippers, only to get lectured about wearing socks, so I did what any smart Sub would do – I shut up, closed my eyes and held on while the hairbrush connected with my pristine bum, which turned a bright shade of red.

 

Sure there were ow!s, and okay I won’t be barefoot in the kitchen anymores, any promise I could think of to save my bum, but none of it worked. Miss was determined that I would respect the rule, and I was never caught again without slippers in the kitchen—wheeeew!

 

Now with my bum warmed they were ready to run errands, go to the market, and go for a walk. I slid into the back seat behind Sir (so I would not be seen if I made any faces – I am a cheeky sub after all) and situated my bum with as little weight on it as I could manage. We ran errands and then made our way to the city to do a bit of shopping at the market. Sir decided that this visit he would introduce me to the native foods, and my first test was Welsh Cakes. I loved them; they were great.

 

It is a set rule that Miss is not allowed to use lifts but is to walk the stairs. Sir does not believe in lifts, and the rule applies to me when I am with them. But Miss drafted me into helping her try to get on a lift just for kicks and giggles. Unfortunately, Sir is 6’4” and we are both 5’4”, so we quickly felt a large hand at our necks steering us to the stairs. Luckily he was in a humorous mood and did not follow through with his threats of a public spanking in the parking lot, or maybe it had to do with the number of people about. Either way I was happy, and I believe Miss was also.

 

Next we took a long walk by a castle where our luck continued to be good. We were messing with Sir a lot and he was getting to the “I see” stage, which is when the spanking usually begins. We were walking through the woods by a lake and Sir was only inches from the water. Miss and I looked at each other, but he saw us grinning and said,

 

“Don’t even think about it!”

 

There was a couple taking pictures on the path ahead of us, and right after them we saw a chair made out of a tree trunk. Sir turned to us and said,

 

“Yes it would be in use right now, if those two weren’t back there!”

 

We continued on our journey and went to another city and a castle that still has a moat around it. I love seeing castles and how they were made and thinking of all the things that the walls had seen over the centuries. I was doing exactly that while looking over the railing on the drawbridge when I heard and immediately felt a SMACK – ouch! – and then another!

 

I turned and saw Sir and Miss smiling and walking, and reached back and rubbed. Yes, there were other people around, fishing, walking, and picnicking, and NO, I did not look at anyone else. I am sure my face went red just thinking about what the other people were thinking, so I followed Sir and Miss at a safe distance for a while.

 

We had lunch and I managed to sneak in and pay the bill before Sir got wise.  He only caught on as I was giving the lady the money and said,

 

“You little shit!”

 

I smiled and finished the transaction, and the cashier was chuckling at both of us, and I decided it would be a good thing to stay behind Sir and out of reach of his hands. Yep, I am a chicken and proud of that fact when it comes to my bum. 

 

We had a wonderful dinner and a night of rugby and soccer. Sir and Miss educated me in the sport of rugby, and I really enjoyed watching and learning. Soon it was bedtime and I was out like a light.

 

Sunday morning came quick and scary.

 

“CJ, get down here now, Miss wants to talk to you!”

 

“Yes, Sir!”

 

I stumbled out of bed and down the stairs. I did not have enough time to allow the butterflies to form completely before Miss saw me and said,

 

“Yes, well come with me.”

 

Miss was in her full nurse’s uniform and I was in my pajamas, and I knew it was time to pay the piper. She wasted no time, and I was over her lap and bare bottom in an instant, and the lecture began.

 

“Do you know why you are here?”

 

“Yes, Miss, because I do not take care of myself and I think I know better then the whole medical community.”

 

“That is correct!”

 

Simultaneously Miss’s hand was spanking each of my bum cheeks alternately with her hand, then she escalated to the hairbrush and I escalated to louder OWs and SORRYs. When she finished she stood me up and looked right into my eyes.

 

“CJ, you are the sole provider for your family. You are the one they count on. You must take care of yourself so that you can continue to take care of them.”

 

My head hung and all of a sudden the carpet was interesting, but I was able to quietly say, “Yes, Miss.”

 

It was breakfast time and I had to eat knowing that Sir had heard the whole thing. Breakfast included Scottish black pudding which I had been instructed I WOULD eat. I intentionally did not ask what it consisted of, but actually I liked it and ate the whole piece. When Sir left the table I whispered to Miss that I had visions of having to choke it down.

 

She smiled and said, “I would have eaten it for you.”

 

We went on a walk and for Sunday Supper at a pub. The meal was excellent and I tried my first Guinness. It was okay if a bit strong for me so I stopped about half way through. When we got back into the car for the ride home, Sir announced,

 

“I am going to drop you two off at the house, and you are both to get ready for a spanking up in cj’s room. Katie, you will put all the implements on to the bed and you will each get at least 6 with each of them.”

 

I cringed and Miss just smiled sympathetically. I knew my time had come and I would be starting work on Monday with a very, very sore bum.

 

 

Miss and I did as we were instructed. I put on my punishment panties that state, “I fought the rules but the rules won.” Miss put on a pair that read “Spank Here” with arrows all over. Then she laid out the implements, hairbrush, wood paddle, leather strop, flogger, ruler, leather paddle, and canes. I did not count how many there were; I just remember my throat kind of closing.

 

The front door opened, and Miss and I turned to see Sir.

 

“What are you doing here? I believe you were instructed to be upstairs waiting for me. I see you two can not follow simple instructions.”

 

We tried to explain that we had just finished switching laundry, but he simply pointed upstairs. I took off up the stairs first and fast. Miss was not far behind me, and then Sir.

 

Sir was in complete Dom mode, and he sat on the straight back chair and told Miss to get over his knees. She obediently did as she was told, and I tried to look away.

 

“CJ, you will watch.”

 

He was looking at me with steel in his eyes, and I managed to mumble a “Yes, Sir.” I hate watching Miss get a spanking unless it’s for fun. Sir knows this so he makes me watch as part of my training.

 

Sir started with his hand and followed all the arrows, warming Miss up, and next he went to the hairbrush, the ruler, then the strop and then the wood paddle. I was hoping for a bit slower work up to the rest of the implements, but no such luck.

 

Soon it was my turn, I was over his knee and he read my panties.

 

“Hmmmm well, we will see what we can do about that.”

 

I grimaced from the first solid spank. Sir’s hands are much like implements, firm and unforgiving when he has a goal in mind, and it wasn’t long before I was wiggling and kicking. Then he locked my legs under his and had no chance of moving until Sir allowed me to. Next came the hairbrush, the ruler, the strop and the wood paddle. I ran out of breath from trying to accept and fight the wood paddle, and Sir was just warming up.

 

After he let me go, he bent Miss over with her hands on the chair, her bum out and her legs straight. He picked up one of the thicker canes and swooshed it in the air, and I cringed. Then he tapped Miss’s bum and with a quick back stroke and flip of his wrist it landed with precision. He continued and I lost count, then he turned and looked at me.

 

“Would you like to try?”

 

I shook my head no. It just is not my thing, and besides Miss is my Domme and that is just not done. Later when I talked to Miss she said Sir was just testing me, and she had already told him that I would not cane her. She was right.

 

I found myself in that position much sooner then I wanted, though I am sure not as soon as Miss would have liked. (Miss amazes me with her ability to take the cane, she really enjoys that implement. I think of it more as punishment because it hurts like heck.) Sir wasted no time after I bent over and got settled, then I felt the tap and heard the whoosh, contact, and then the deeper pain hit.

 

He gave me six and then it was Miss’s turn to have a go at my bum. Miss has been learning to cane so she gave me a few, and then Sir gave her some tips. Her caning was sting-y, but Sir was not satisfied so he made sure that I felt the deep thud and sting of the thick cane until he was pleased with the result. Of course that meant that I had stripes up and down my bum, plus a few on my thighs from Miss.

 

Then Sir told us to get dressed. I was still breathing pretty heavily and just wanted to lie on my tummy on the bed, which I eventually did. Later Sir walked by the bedroom and chuckled.

 

“CJ, are you knackered?”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

He went downstairs and I heard him tell Miss that I was upstairs knackered on my stomach, and she laughed. I rested for a while and thought about what the future might hold, next weekend.