Melanie Has A Drink Problem

At 49 years old, Melanie had been married for 18 years and was the proud mother of a 15-year-old daughter. She was an attractive woman who exercised regularly, her long blonde hair a testament to her youthfulness. However, things began to change four years ago when her husband, Steve, received a job promotion and started spending more time away from home. Their relationship took a turn for the worse as he became consumed with his career.

It was around this time that Melanie’s drinking habit began. It started with one glass of wine per night, but gradually, the glasses grew bigger, and she began drinking more than one drink at a time.

The alcohol had only worsened her already strained marriage, leaving them at best as mere roommates.

Melanie’s loved ones had started to take note of her excessive drinking and how it was negatively impacting her. They had attempted to discuss it with her, but she vehemently denied having any issue with alcohol.

However, things reached a breaking point when Melanie went out for dinner with a friend and stayed at the bar with another man instead she had just met up with that evening. They continued drinking, and she narrowly escaped being raped when the man took her to the side of a building. Thankfully, a stranger walking his dog through the alley came to her rescue and allowed her to escape unharmed.

The following morning, Melanie woke up with a pounding headache and marks on her wrists from the previous night’s activities where the man had tried to restrain her. Melanie felt ashamed of her behavior; after all, she was not some kind of promiscuous woman but a mother to a 15-year-old daughter and a married woman. She couldn’t believe how she had let herself act like a back-alley prostitute.

Melanie was aware that she needed to make some profound changes and reel in her drinking habits before she lost everything and returned to the life she once had.

Melanie was aware that seeking counseling or attending AA meetings would not be effective for her. She realized that she needed external accountability and physical repercussions to help her control her drinking. Only through experiencing pain would she be motivated to change her behavior.

After making herself a cup of coffee, Melanie searched for someone who could enforce strict rules and hold her accountable through physical punishments.

She was hesitant to communicate with individuals who may only be interested in sexual encounters; what she truly craved was structure and strict discipline in her life, not physical intimacy.

She typed in various search terms until she settled on “strict disciplinarian” and clicked on the first link, which directed her to my website.

As soon as she read the home page, she knew that this was what I was offering and that she needed it.

For the next two hours, Melanie carefully drafted an email to me, explaining her situation and how she believed that a good spanking would help her get into the right mindset for a serious conversation about her drinking habits. She needed to receive this punishment before she felt ready to sit down and discuss everything with me in person.

I responded to Melanie’s email, providing her with information about my services and a link to book an appointment at my office.

Not long after, Melanie had filled out the booking form and scheduled a 10 am appointment with me for the following morning.

Melanie arrived the following day at 9:45 a.m. The receptionist directed her to my office suite and instructed her to wait in the designated waiting room. I had been notified of her arrival and preferred leaving clients waiting at least 10 minutes before seeing them. This added element of waiting increased their nervousness and vulnerability, making our meetings more impactful.

I opened my office door after 10 minutes and invited Melanie inside. She seemed highly anxious, avoiding eye contact with me. I noticed she had followed my clothing recommendations from the email, wearing a skirt that could be easily lifted to reveal her bottom. I had also suggested wearing a thong if she wanted to maintain modesty, or else she would have to remove her panties for the spanking.

I introduced myself and gave Melanie a rundown of what to expect and the details of what she was agreeing to. I wanted to make sure she fully understood before proceeding.

As soon as Melanie gave her consent, I wasted no time in instructing her to bend over the desk and prepare for the spanking. I decided the first 20 swats on each cheek would be with my hand to warm up her bottom before moving on to the next implement.

Standing up from my chair, I made my way over to Melanie, who was leaning over my desk. As I lifted her skirt, I saw that she was wearing a thong, which revealed her plump but not overly so bottom. I couldn’t wait to see how she would react to a spanking – would she scream or whimper?

I then asked if she was ready, and she replied yes. I gave her a quick hard slap on her bottom and told her that in the future, she should address me as Sir, warning her that failure to do so would result in more spankings.

Melanie quickly exclaimed with a loud “ouch” and followed it up with a quick apology, saying, “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

After informing Melanie I was about to begin, I started swatting each cheek, moving from left to right. She was surprisingly quiet at first, only letting out soft moans as her bottom turned a rosy pink from the impact of my spanking. As expected, her plump bottom rippled with each hit, and the visual effect was just as satisfying as I had imagined.

The final four swats were more forceful than the previous ones, eliciting a loud moan from Melanie and leaving a prominent handprint on her cheeks. After the twenty swats were delivered, I began reprimanding Melanie for her drinking problem and promiscuous behavior, leading to today’s meeting.

Melanie’s sobs echoed through the room as she promised to stop drinking. She asked if the spanking was over, and I shook my head. This was only the beginning; the proper punishment included six strokes with the paddle and six with the cane.

I strode over to the large cupboard, my eyes scanning the various paddles before settling on a medium-sized one. It was just the correct width and thickness for spanking Melanie’s cheeks; it would cover enough surface area without being too harsh. As it connected with her rosy buttocks, it would create a satisfying thwack that would reverberate through the room.

I directed Melanie to count each strike carefully and reminded her that any mistakes would result in starting over from one. She needed to accurately count all six strikes before we could proceed.

Melanie meekly responded with a faint “Yes, Sir,” prompting me to deliver a sharp slap to her left cheek with my hand. I reminded her to speak up when addressing me.

Melanie responded with a loud, clear “Yes, Sir.”

Melanie sucked in a sharp breath as the first strike landed on her body, releasing a piercing scream as the fire of pain spread through her tender bottom. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to count out each strike. I reminded her to state the number clearly, and we started over from zero. This time, she shouted, “One, sir,” as the fire in her cheeks intensified even more.

I then delivered the next four strikes, with Melanie counting each out as they were delivered between her low sobs.

Then came the sixth and final swat with the paddle, which was always harder than the previous swats. Melanie screamed out in pain and said, “Please, sir, no more. I have learned my lesson.”

I could see the beginning of angry bruises forming around where the paddle had struck her cheeks, leaving no question that Melanie would be in discomfort tomorrow when sitting.

I gently reminded Melanie that she still had six more strikes with the cane to go, and no matter how much she promised not to drink again, this punishment would still be carried out.

I reminded Melanie that she had inflicted this punishment on herself and must face the consequences. If I let her off without consequence, she would not learn the lesson I was trying to teach her.

I made my way to the cupboard and swapped the paddle for my cane. When I returned to Melanie, I practiced a few quick swings with the cane, which caused her to squirm and cry out, “No, no, please, Sir, I can’t take any more.”

I motioned for Melanie to relax and reflect on the night that brought us together. I reminded her of the danger she put herself in with her drinking and reckless actions.

As I did another practice swing, Melanie attempted to stand up. However, I noticed in time and quickly placed my hand on the small of her back to keep her in position. I reminded her that if she stood up, we would have to start from scratch. My first strike landed right in the center of Melanie’s buttocks, leaving an angry red welt and causing her to sob uncontrollably.

By the fourth strike of the cane, Melanie had stopped struggling and had resigned herself to accepting the punishment. I then landed the fifth and sixth strike to complete her discipline session.

I returned the cane to the cupboard and went back to where Melanie was. I couldn’t help but admire the angry red welts that now covered her bottom. They were raised and looked incredibly painful. As someone who administered discipline, I took pride in my work. It took skill to create a masterpiece like this on the bare bottom.

As I finished admiring my artwork, I gently pulled Melanie’s skirt back down and offered her a packet of tissues to dry her eyes.

Next, I explained to Melanie that she would need to report her alcohol consumption at the end of each day from now on. In addition, she must attend a clinic every week for blood tests to confirm that she was not drinking. I gave her a piece of paper with the clinic’s address and told her that her first test would be one week from today.

I warned Melanie that any consumption of alcohol would result in disciplinary action. I also clarified that if she lied during check-ins, her punishment would be twice as severe.