Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Twenty – Three

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

Madeline had managed to find the missing playing card and returned it to her master / lover.

Now maybe she would find out why it was so important.

Now read on ……

‘Pay attention Madeline,’ he held the playing card just under her nose. ‘What card is it?’

She squinted down at the card and hesitantly said, ‘ten of diamonds.’

‘Good, good,’ he said patting her on her head. ‘So according to the card you are to receive ten strokes of the tawse on each cheek.’

‘B-but I’ve already had six strokes,’ she protested.

‘Madeline are you arguing with me?

‘Yes I am,’ she said defiantly.

‘How dare you embarrass me in front of all these lovely people. Now apologise at once.’

‘Shan’t,’ she said stubbornly.

‘Okay, Miss Defiant, you’re in big trouble.’

He strode off.

She was still on her hands and knees. So she quickly crawled across the carpeted floor, hoping to hide among the legs and feet of the other people, some of who gave her some space, while others blocked her way.
One of the masters who was in her way grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her to her feet. Tucking her head under his arm, his big hard hand rapidly spanked her violently wriggling bottom. As she kicked out, her foot kicked his manhood – he screamed in agony – dropping her so that she fell in a heap at his feet, while he doubled up and joined her on the carpet – clutching at his deflated cock.

‘Madeline, what have you done you wicked girl?’ It was the Mistress Superior.

She knelt down at the side of the writhing master. Putting her arm around him, she cradled his head against her 42 DDD cup bra. ‘What shall I do with her my darling?’ she asked him.

‘She’s not ready to be one of us yet she’s not submissive enough,’ he gasped. ‘Return her to her master for further training.’

The mistress superior beckoned to a man who played the part of bouncer and wordlessly he came forward – slinging her over his shoulder he took her out of the room. She screamed and struggled to escape, but he slapped her bottom and carried on walking with her.

When he eventually put her down, she looked around. She was in a cell.

It was cold and stark.

There was a wooden table and a hard wooden chair. Against the far wall was a narrow bed.

Sitting down on the chair, he put her over his knee and removing the studded leather belt from around his waist he gave her twenty hard strokes with it – ten on each cheek.

He then rolled her off his knee. She screamed as her knees hit the stone floor.

‘You are a disgrace to the ‘Secret Society of Spankos’ you will wait here. Your master will come shortly and take you back for further training.’

He went out of the cell – the steel barred door clanged shut behind him and she heard the key click.

What’s going to happen to her now?

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Twenty – Two

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

Madeline had chosen a small leather tawse and asked her lover / master to spank her with it.

He had pulled her over his knee and brought the tawse down on her left bottom cheek, followed by a stroke to her right cheek. Then he suddenly stopped the spanking and put her back on her feet. He asked her if she had forgotten something.

She remained silent, as she had no idea what she could possibly have forgotten.

Now read on ……

‘Where’s the playing card Madeline?’ her lover asked her.

‘I don’t know,’ she whispered.

‘Might be a good idea if you think about it.’ He shook her gently. ‘When did you last have it?’

‘Oh I was holding it in my hand.’

‘Right, so why isn’t it in your hand now?’

‘I must have dropped it when you took hold of my wrist.’

‘Good, now we’re getting somewhere. I suggest you get down on your hands and knees and go look for it.’

Obediently she dropped down onto all fours and started crawling across the carpeted floor. She crawled under a table but it wasn’t there. As she came out from under the table, she was stopped dead in her tracks by a pair of feet. She raised her eyes – up, up and up, until her eyes locked with those of the Mistress Superior.

‘Lower your eyes you insolent girl.’ The Mistress Superior ordered her.

Hastily she concentrated her gaze on the carpet in front of her. Then she saw the missing card …… the Mistress Superior had her black patented knee high boot on it.

‘Is this what you’re looking for Madeline?’ Bending down the Mistress Superior picked up the card and ran the edge of it down Madeline’s face.

‘Open your mouth Madeline,’

Madeline reacted immediately and obeyed the Mistress Superior, who pushed the card into her mouth.

‘Good girl,’ the Mistress Superior patted her on the head. ‘Now crawl back to your master and like a dog sit up and beg.

Madeline crawled off back to her master who was waiting for her – tapping his foot impatiently.

She got up onto her knees and put out her hands in a begging position. The card was still in her mouth – her teeth gripping it.

‘Yes Madeline, what can I do for you?’ he asked.

She opened her mouth to speak and the card fell out at his feet.

‘Pick it up Madeline with your mouth and hand it to me.’

She did as she was told. He took it from her.

‘Yuk it’s all wet and soggy Madeline. Lay it on the floor and lick it dry,’ he dropped it on the floor again.

While she was carrying out his order, her sore red bare bottom was raised up high. The small leather tawse landed on her left bottom cheek, quickly followed by a stroke to her right cheek.
Six strokes of the tawse later, he picked up the card and examined it carefully.

‘That’s better Madeline. Now hold up the card so that all these lovely people can see it.’

Holding up the card – everyone nodded and clapped.

Why has she had to go to so much trouble to retrieve the card?

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Twenty – One

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

As part of the Initiation Ceremony – Madeline had to prove that she was a very good and obedient submissive.

The Mistress Superior had invited her up onto the stage where there was a long trestle table covered with a bright red velvet cloth. At one end of the table was a pack of playing cards. She was told to cut the cards and show the audience which card she had chosen. It was the ten of diamonds.

Her next instruction from the Mistress Superior was to go to the other end of the table and choose an implement.

Madeline dithered over the assortment of toys that were displayed. There were paddles, leather, wooden, big ones small ones. Also crops, tawses and a couple of floggers. Then there were the canes. Thin whippy ones and thick ones.

Which one should she choose?

Now read on ……

‘Madeline, if you don’t choose something by the time I count three – I’ll choose for you,’ said the Mistress Superior.

Looking confused she hurriedly picked up a small leather tawse.

‘So ladies and gentlemen, our sister has chosen Arthur, hold him up Madeline so that everyone can see him,’ the Mistress Superior encouraged her.

Poor Madeline, she was shy and felt embarrassed – everybody was watching her.

‘Right Madeline, now take the tawse and hand it to your Master.’

Obediently, Madeline went down off the stage and handed the tawse to her lover and master.

‘Madeline, you must now tell your Master what you want him to do to you.’ The Mistress Superior called down from the stage.

Her mouth opened but all that came out of it was a squeak.

‘Come on Madeline, we all want to hear you say it – loud and clear.’

Madeline gulped, ‘Please would you spank me with this tawse,’ she asked her lover.

‘Of course I will Madeline. He took hold of her wrist and led her into the centre of the room. Sitting down on a straight-backed chair he pulled her down over his knee. Raising his right arm, he brought the tawse down on her left bottom cheek. She gave a loud screech. Then he again brought the tawse down on her right cheek – she again shrieked.

Then he abruptly set her back on her feet.

‘Have you forgotten something Madeline?’

Oh dear! What has she forgotten?

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Twenty

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

At the Initiation Ceremony Madeline and her lover were in line to prove how obedient each submissive was.

It was now Madeline’s turn to go through her paces. Her master commanded her to step forward.

Then ……

Now read on ……

There was a drum roll. And Madeline found herself dazzled by a bright spotlight on her.

She blinked rapidly. This wasn’t in the rehearsals that she and her lover had practiced several times.

The Mistress Superior was back on the stage. She beckoned to Madeline, inviting her to join her on the stage. Madeline hesitated and looked at her lover for guidance.

‘Obey the Mistress Superior at once,’ he hissed.

Madeline still hesitated.

‘Madeline,’ he said menacingly.

With tears in her eyes she stumbled up onto the stage.

The Mistress Superior placed an arm around her shoulders and announced to the others. ‘This is Madeline; she’s here tonight to prove to us what an obedient little subbie she is. If she passes the test we have set for her, she will become one of us – A fully fledged member of the Secret Society of Spankos.’
A loud cheer went up from the audience.

‘Right Madeline are you ready?’

‘Y-y-yes,’ she answered quietly.

‘Speak up Madeline everybody must hear every word you say. Are you doing this of your own freewill?’

‘Yes I am,’ her words rang out clearly.

‘There you are ladies and gentlemen, you are all witnesses to this submissive. At the end of her test, you will decide if she is good enough to join us.’

She led Madeline to a long table. At one end was a packet of playing cards – at the other end of the table there was an assortment of canes, paddles and straps.

‘Shuffle the cards Madeline,’ poor Madeline was so nervous she dropped most of them onto the carpeted floor.

‘Butterfingers Madeline,’ the Mistress Superior laughed. ‘Never mind, we have enough cards on the table for the moment.’ She smiled down reassuringly at Madeline.

Madeline started to relax and returned her smile.

‘How dare you smile at me,’ the mistress superior said coldly. ‘I can’t allow you to be so familiar with me.’

Without further warning she dragged Madeline across the stage and sitting down on a straight-backed chair, she pulled Madeline over her knee.

She had a hard hand and used it over and over again on poor Madeline’s upturned bottom. Despite her efforts to escape, Madeline found herself in an iron grip.

Madeline wasn’t counting, but she received enough spanks to have her blubbering like a baby.

The Mistress Superior pushed her off her knee and Madeline landed on her hands and knees on the carpet.

‘Get up Madeline,’ the Mistress Superior ordered her.

Without hesitation Madeline was very quick to obey.

‘That’s better Madeline,’ she smiled at Madeline.

Relieved Madeline smiled back at her. Then like a small child caught doing something wrong, she clapped a hand over her mouth.

With an exaggerated sigh, the Mistress Superior dragged her, apologising profusely across the stage again. Sitting down on the straight-backed chair – she pulled Madeline over her knee.

Madeline didn’t see the Mistress Superior smile at her again as she had her head down and her eyes were fixed on the carpet in front of her.

She became aware that the Mistress Superior was speaking to her.

‘Madeline don’t sulk, it doesn’t suit you. Come cut the cards.’

The cards were cut and Madeline showed everybody that she had the ten of diamonds.

‘Good Madeline, remember that number. Now go to the other end of the table and choose one of the implements there.’

What will Madeline choose

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Nineteen

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

Madeline and her lover had arrived at the venue where her initiation ceremony is to take place.

She is wearing a long black hooded cloak – her lover helps her take it off and she is now standing there, feeling vulnerable and very shy. As her eyes get accustomed to the semi darkness, she sees that all the other women are dressed identically to her.

Now read on ……

Her lover brings a dog’s lead out of his pocket and attaches it to a leather-studded collar around her neck.

Madeline taking a quick look around the room sees the same thing happening to all the other women.

A man dressed in a black rubber suit and with a black mask over his eyes got up on the stage.

‘Welcome everybody, it’s such a good turn out,’ he smiles at all the upturned faces.

He continues, ‘I’m sure you all know why you are here. So let the show begin.’

He waved his arms in a big gesture. The audience clapped their hands.

‘Let me introduce you to the Mistress Superior.’ He was joined on the stage by a very tall woman also dressed in a black rubber suit and her identity hidden behind a black mask.

‘Okay Masters, it’s now your chance to show everybody just how obedient your plaything is.’ She laughed at her own joke. ‘Will each couple get in line please?’

There was some jostling about. Eventually everyone was settled in his or her place in the queue.

Couple number one stepped forward – she was a beautiful redhead. Her nipples were perky despite the nipple clamps dragging them downwards. She stood there her eyes cast downwards. Her master shook the lead that was attached to the leather-studded collar around her neck. As he took a step forward, she too took a step forward. When he stopped, she stopped.

‘Down,’ her master spat out the order and she immediately dropped down onto her hands and knees. ‘Sit up and beg,’ he again ordered. She obeyed. Her master smiled down at her then patted her on the head.

He then led her to the other side of the room.

The next couple went through a similar routine, except she knelt in front of him and sucked his cock – he shot his load into her mouth and she swallowed it.

There were two more couples in front of them. Madeline watched as each girl obeyed her master without question.

Now it was Madeline and her master’s turn. She stepped forward at his command.

Then ………..

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Eighteen

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

They were on their way to the third initiation ceremony. Tonight she was going to become a fully-fledged member of the Secret Society of Spankos.

However, as usual she is unable to control her tongue and makes some cheeky remark to him.

Now he has driven the car into a field and joined her on the back seat of the car.

Her pussy juices up again at the thought of the spanking she is about to receive.

Now read on ……

Putting his hand down between her legs, his probing forefinger enters her sopping wet pussy. And he starts strumming on her throbbing clit. She tightens her muscles around his finger and draws him in even further.

What’s happening?

He has withdrawn his finger – her eyes widened in disappointment.

‘Sorry Madeline, I’m teaching you a lesson.’

‘Wh-what do you mean?’ she looked at him imploringly.

‘This is for all the times you have teased me.’ He looked down at her sternly.

‘I’m not going to spank you now. You’re just going to have to wait.’ He kissed the top of her head and with that he got out of the car again and went round to the driver’s seat. Buckling his seat belt, he smoothly started the engine and backed out of the field.

She hid her disappointment as best she could and sat looking out of the car window. Soon she began to recognise certain houses and buildings and knew they were almost at their destination.

Suddenly, she realised she was nervous. But it was too late to change her mind now.

Her lover drove the car up a long winding driveway and parked it under a tree.

Always the perfect gent, he came round to the back door and opened it. Holding out his hand, she put hers in his and he helped her out of the car.

She stood there on the gravel driveway. Butterflies were flying in formation in her tummy.

‘Are you ready darling?’ he put his hand under her elbow and felt her trembling.

Looking down at her he smiled reassuringly. ‘Come on you’ll be all right.’

She let him lead her into the house. As she had been there twice before she recognised and said hello to several people.

Helping her to take off her cloak – she looked around shyly.

She saw all the other women were wearing the same as her.

What are they wearing?

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Seventeen

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

After waiting for some time with eager anticipation – she now knew what the box contained – but she is bewildered, why has he bought her a dog tag?

However, she had other things to think about – he’d just spent twenty minutes getting her ready for the all important and third initiation ceremony. Tonight she was going to be admitted to the Secret Society of Spankos.

Underneath the black hooded cloak he’d slipped over her shoulders she was all buckled and strapped.

What was going to happen to her?

Now read on ……

A shiver of excitement made her tighten her muscles.

‘Are you cold my darling?’ he asked.

‘No I’m fine,’ she said.

He helped her into the backseat of the car. ‘Are you comfortable?’ He asked.

‘I don’t know, I’ll tell you later,’ she answered cheekily.

‘Now Madeline, that’s no way to talk to your lord and master. Any more lip from you and I’ll have to warm that beautiful bottom of yours again.’

She felt the familiar tingle of excitement that she always felt when he said things like that to her and her pussy started to throb as her juices ran down the inside of her thighs. She could feel the cloak that she was still wearing becoming damp as she sat there.

She wondered how far she could push him. Would he actually make them late for the initiation ceremony by stopping here and now to carry out his threat?

She spoke to the back of his head, as he was backing the car off the drive into the road.

‘You wouldn’t dare stop here and spank me,’

‘It’s nothing to do with daring Madeline,’ he answered. ‘I don’t want to cause an accident.’

She smirked.

‘Surely, by now you must know better than to dare me to do something.’

She giggled.

‘Okay smartypants, you’ve asked for it.’

He drove off the motorway, down a winding country road. Eventually he drove through an open gate into what looked like an empty field.

‘Right, young lady,’ he said. Getting into the back seat with her.

Her pussy is aching with excitement.

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Fifteen

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

Madeline had struggled valiantly to retrieve a small square box that was lodged between the table leg and the wall.

This box was a present for her from her lover and she was on tenterhooks as to what it contained.

Now with the box firmly gripped between her teeth, she was crawling on her hands and knees towards her lover who was standing in the middle of the lounge waiting for her to drop the box at his feet.

With only a couple of yards to go disaster struck ……

Now read on ……

She felt a tickle in her nose. She tried to hold it back but couldn’t. – She sneezed and the box flew out of her mouth – skimmed across the parquet floor and came to rest under the sideboard.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ she sobbed, horrified at the situation she now found herself in.

Her lover gave an exasperated sigh. ‘Go and get it Madeline.’

‘I – I can’t get it from under there.’

‘Okay times running out. You go and bring it to me any way you can.’

Giving a sigh of relief – she beamed up at him.

‘Hurry up Madeline; I’m going to count up to fifty. If you don’t get it to me before I finish counting, you will be feeling my belt across that sassy bottom of yours.’
With a big grin on her face she sat down on the parquet floor.

‘Why are you sitting there. Didn’t you hear what I said?’

‘Nah, I’ve gone deaf,’ she said cheekily.

‘You young lady are asking for a sound spanking.’

She nodded.

‘Madeline, you are insatiable. But you are going to have to wait until later.’

She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

‘Right move it. Get the box now, or we don’t go tonight.’

She scurried across the parquet floor on her hands and knees. The sideboard was low, so she had to bend down with her backside stuck up in the air. She gave a squeal as the cane bit into her exposed bottom.

She could see it and soon was holding the box in her hand.

‘Good girl, you’ve been very patient, so go on open it.’

She was so excited; she fumbled with it and almost dropped it again, but after a quick juggling act she was removing the lid.

Her disappointment showed clearly on her face. It wasn’t at all what she had expected and hoped for. She looked down at the contents of the box puzzled – what was it?

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Fourteen

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

Madeline and her lover were making preparations for her to attend her third and final initiation ceremony to become a fully-fledged member of the Secret Society of Spankos. The ceremony was due to start in two hours at 9.00 pm.

Meanwhile, he had asked her if she’d like to see the present he had bought her. Excitedly she had said yes.

What had he bought her?

Now read on ……

‘Right Madeline, can you remember where you last had it?’

‘Yes, it fell under the table in the lounge.’

‘Well as you were the one who dropped it, you can go and get it Madeline.’

She jumped off the bed, eager to please him.

‘Stop!’ he commanded.

She froze.

‘I want you to do exactly what I say, are you listening Madeline?’

‘Yes, yes,’ she answered.

‘Good girl.’

‘Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl under the table and bring the box to me. ‘
Again she started off.

‘Stop I haven’t finished yet.’

She froze again.

‘When you get to it, I want you to pick it up with your teeth and still on your hands and knees, bring it to me and drop it at my feet. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ she replied.

He moved into the middle of the lounge and stood with his arms folded across his chest. Waiting.

She crawled across the carpeted bedroom floor and into the lounge. There the parquet floor beneath her knees felt cold.

There was the table and she could see the little box that had fallen between the table leg and the wall. She knew she had to get it right, but how?

She sat back on her heels in order to work out how she was going to retrieve it.

‘There’s no time for taking a rest Madeline,’

He came up behind her and pushing her forward so that she was on her hands and knees again – he pulled his belt from the loops on his trousers and gave her six quick strokes of it across her wriggling bottom. Then tossing the belt aside, he took up his position in the middle of the room. Tapping his right foot he waited.

Hurriedly she crawled under the table.

With her nose, she tried pushing the box to dislodge it. It moved, but in the wrong direction and became even more tightly lodged between the table leg and the wall.

She crawled out from under the table and crawled back under it again but from a different direction. Unfortunately, she still couldn’t dislodge it.

Frustrated, her hand shot out and gave it a much-needed push and it was free.

She half expected to hear him say something, but he didn’t say a word.

Now for the next part – she had to pick up the small square shaped box with her teeth.

At her third attempt she was successful and had it between her teeth.

Once again she crawled out from under the table and started crawling over to her lover.

Almost there – only a couple of yards to go and – disaster ……

What has happened?

To be continued ……

Madeline’s Secret Fantasy – Part Thirteen

by
Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far ……

She is lying face down over the polished dining room table – helpless as she is tied down and blindfolded; only her mouth has now got her into trouble.

The ‘Huh!’ she had muttered under her breath – that he hadn’t been meant to hear but had – he had told her, ‘Now you’re for it.’

What does that mean?

Now read on ……

He untied her legs and wrists that were strapped to the table legs and removed her blindfold.

‘Quickly now, go and stand in the corner.’

She hesitated looking round in puzzlement.

With his big hands on her shoulders, he spun her round three times – she was dizzy and would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her.

Now she was facing him; her blue eyes wide with fear, this wasn’t the man she loved.

‘I am your master Madeline, aren’t I?’

She didn’t answer him.

‘Look at me Madeline,’ he commanded.

She looked up into his face and was surprised to see he was smiling down at her.

‘I love you my darling girl,’ he said. ‘I don’t mean to frighten you.’

Her eyes brimmed with tears and her lower lip trembled.

‘Shh! Shh! don’t cry,’ taking a clean white handkerchief from his pocket he gently wiped her eyes.

Then lifting her in his strong arms, he carried her through to the bedroom and put her down on the bed.

Sitting down on the bed his hand started stroking her face – neck – shoulders and carried on down over her taut breasts – tweaking each nipple in turn. As his wandering hand left her breasts and carried on downwards, over her flat belly and onto the outer lips of her pussy, she felt the old familiar feeling as her pussy began to throb with anticipation and she could feel her juices flowing.

His probing finger entered her love passage and made her gasp.

But slowly he withdrew it – making her gasp even louder, this time with disappointment.

‘Not now Madeline, later – for now how would you like to see what I bought you?’

‘Yes please,’ she said, clapping her hands in excitement.

So what has he bought her?

To be continued ……