My interest in CP began when I was a very young girl and it was all down to the Amazing Mrs Jordache. Since that time over ten years ago now, I myself have practiced CP on my own children and I find it a great deterrent to misbehaviour as well a great builder of moral strength and character.
When I was very young two friends of mine, who were brother and sister of about the same age as me were Punished regularly by their strict mother (Mrs Jordache) who was a great believer in Corporal Punishment as a method of instilling Obedience and Discipline into her children. I accidentally came to know this when I was playing with them round at their house one day. We were about eight or nine years old at the time with the little boy being about a year younger than his sister and me.
Apparently Mrs Jordache had received a complaint about Sean (the little boy) from one of the neighbours concerning some minor misdemeanor or other that he had done. Anyway Mrs Jordache was incensed by his behavior and even though I and his sister Tracy were present, she immediately ordered him to remove his trousers and pull down his underwear for a spanking. He cried out in shame, fear and embarrassment but to no avail. She grabbed him and forcibly removed the clothing herself. He was then hauled over her knee where she proceeded to give him a sound spanking first with her bare hand and then with a leather spanking paddle that she made Tracy fetch from her bedroom. I could see his buttocks and his tiny little penis dangling from between his legs as he lay across her lap. His bare buttocks reddened as she applied the punishment with great vigour and strength.
It seemed that Mrs Jordache had finally finished when she ordered him to stand up but to my surprise she then told him to bend over the back of a chair with his buttocks raised high in the air and his legs spread wide. In this position his privates were fully exposed and the sight sent mounting waves of pleasure coursing through my whole body. Tracy was again sent to the bedroom this time to fetch a cane. The cane was an evil looking instrument. Mrs Jordache flexed it in her hands as if to test its suitability before she commenced to apply it viciously to the upturned rear of the defenseless child who was completely at her mercy. I felt mixed emotions as I bore witness to his suffering but also if I am truthful, I felt ecstatic in a way that is beyond description. I cannot describe the feeling nor did I know what it was I was experiencing but I felt the need to squeeze my thighs together and I was aware of the moistness that gathered down there. Sean's buttocks and the backs of his thighs were discoloured with angry red stripes from the cane and the sight heightened my excitement even more.
Now the sight of Sean receiving his thrashing turned me on immensely but at the time I was too young to know it. We were after all only about eight or nine years old at the time so I didn't appreciate what was happening to me but I just felt strange but pleasurable sensations down in my private area and although I didn't know it then, it was the first stirrings of sexual arousal within me. I flushed with excitement as I watched and I could feel myself getting redder and redder with excitement as the punishment continued for about fifteen minutes. When she decided that he had been sufficiently chastised, Sean was then made to stand in the corner with his shirt pulled up to reveal his shame to us. She also made him examine his punished posterior in a large mirror as a stern reminder of his misdeeds and as a deterrent to future misbehavior.
I was flushed with an excitement that I had never experienced before. I felt as if a fire had been lit between my thighs. My panties seemed damp. In fact I later discovered my panty crotch was absolutely soaking wet and I wondered in later years if I had experienced my first orgasm without even knowing it. Could it be possible I wonder for someone so young to discover the delights of sexual pleasures?
I left soon after the punishment finished but the next day at school I couldn't wait to question Tracy about the previous day's events. What she told me both shocked and exhilarated me! Apparently not only did Mrs Jordache punish Sean by using Corporal Punishment on him, but Tracy also was subjected to the same Humiliation of Severe Correctional Discipline. She told me that she too would have to succumb to a Bare-Bottom Spanking and that to add to her shame it was always done in the presence of Sean and even in front of her aunts and cousins. She would try on these occasions to keep her thighs pressed firmly together to prevent Sean or anybody else who was present from seeing her private parts but invariably she would be trashing about so much as the blows were rained down upon her naked buttocks that her legs would always come apart revealing her shame to the world.
I asked Tracy how often they were punished like this and I was amazed when she told me that they might be subjected to this and even worse as much as three to four times weekly. Usually the punishments were bestowed just before bedtime on the day of the misdeeds committed but at other times if Mrs Jordache considered them to be only minor misdemeanours, then they would be allowed to accumulate and be given on a Saturday night. Saturday night was always punishment night anyway regardless of whether or not any misdeeds had been committed. It was a regular routine for them both to be either caned or spanked before bedtime just as a reminder to them of what lay in store if they did offend in any way no matter how minor.
The Saturday ritual was done even if they had visitors and Mrs Jordache loved nothing more than to administer the punishment in front of witnesses. I felt strangely excited as Tracy described all of this to me and again I felt the warm glow between my thighs that I had felt on the previous day whilst watching Sean's chastisement. I was of course too young to know what I was feeling but I did feel an almost overwhelming urge to touch myself in the hidden forbidden part of my body between my legs.
I was in for an even bigger shock as Tracy continued with her description of the punishments they were obliged to endure at the hands of their loving parent. If either of them was considered to have been especially naughty and a spanking was deemed not severe enough to fit the "crime" then Mrs Jordache had a Whip with which she would Flog the offending party. To carry out this Punishment, the offender would be ordered to strip completely naked and to lie face down across the big old-fashioned table that stood in the centre of their large sitting-room. Arms and legs were then spread wide and wrist and ankles were bound to the four table legs thus rendering the victim helpless and unable to struggle as he or she received their much deserved whipping. Again this punishment would be carried out when both children were present and so the unlucky one would not only have to suffer the pain of the flogging but also the Shame & Humiliation of being thus presented in the presence of their sibling. Of course usually both of them would be punished anyway as Mrs Jordache could usually find some way of implicating the two of them in any mischief that had necessitated the punishment in the first place.
I was intrigued to hear all of this and I was positively squirming with excitement at the thought of them both bound and spread wide open to receive their corrective chastisement. On one occasion apparently, Mrs Jordache's brother their Uncle Mark had been in attendance when they were both due a whipping and indeed it was he who administered the prescribed flogging much to their shame and degradation. I felt a flush of heat and a rush of moisture in my private place as she described this incident to me and I wished secretly that I could have been witness to their shame.
I decided there and then that I would have to devise some way in which I could be a witness to the frequent punishments that they were likely to be subjected to. I told Tracy of my determination to witness their punishments and she was absolutely appalled at the suggestion. They had a large old fashioned cupboard in their sitting room with latticed doors where I could easily conceal myself on a Saturday night when they were both due the routine spankings. I would be able to see the whole proceedings from within the dark interior of the cupboard through the lattice work without being discovered. Of course I needed Tracy's cooperation in order to gain entrance to the house and to hide myself within. She wouldn't hear of it and it was only when I threatened to tell the whole school of the way their mother punished them that she reluctantly agreed to help. I had to promise though not to tell anyone else of our arrangement not even Sean. I am now thoroughly ashamed of this blackmail but I was after all only eight or nine years old at the time.
So it was then that I came to view their regular Saturday night disciplinary punishments for the next few years. During that time I also witnessed them both being tied down on the table and whipped so severely that their whole bodies were criss-crossed with lashes from the variety of leather thronged whips Mrs Jordache employed for their corrective discipline. From my vantage point in the darkened closet I was ideally situated to see every detail of their naked bound bodies as Mrs Jordache applied the whip liberally to their exposed flesh. I marveled at the sight thus revealed to me of Sean and Tracy trussed naked and helpless receiving their punishments. I could clearly see their exposed genitalia; Sean's tiny little penis and Tracy's gaping little vaginal slit as their mother laid into them mercilessly. I also marveled at how their buttocks quivered and how their rear little orifices seemed somehow to open and clench tight as they received cane, paddle, whip or whatever it was that was being applied to their trembling flesh. Although I didn't quite realize it at the time I think I was more turned on by the sight of Tracy's body than that of Sean and perhaps that was the beginning of my Lesbian/Bi-sexual orientation. Even to this day some twenty years later although I consider myself to be Bi, I still have a stronger preference for female flesh. Mind you this preference can be somewhat explained also by my experience with my ex husband (my girls' father) which is something I shall write about another time.
Although I could never get to inspect Sean's chastened flesh up close as he had no knowledge that I was even aware of his and Tracy's punishments, it was different with Tracy. I am afraid that I bullied her into letting me Inspect and Examine her closely after each Saturday night at the earliest possible time following whatever punishment had been inflicted on her. That would usually be on Sunday or Monday morning depending on the circumstances of the time. I would insist that she strip naked for me and I would delight in looking at and running my fingertips over the marks left on her soft flesh by the cane or whip or whatever. Such was her fear of what I might disclose to our friends and school mates concerning her and Sean's punishments that I could do with her practically what I liked. I feel somewhat ashamed now of my blackmailing of her but I assure you that for the few short years that it lasted it afforded me with indescribable pleasure.
It was during these visits to the closet that I first began to touch my private parts which were always well lubricated at the sight which presented itself to me right in front of my eyes and only inches from away from my eager lust. I was too young of course to appreciate that what I was doing was masturbating but that is exactly what it was and I have continued to do so ever since. I am sure that I did inadvertently make some noise during these masturbatory moments but Mrs Jordache was too busy with her work to notice luckily for me and I was never actually discovered although I did have some very narrow escapes.
It was from inside my secret hiding place also that I first witnessed Sean being "Petticoated" as a punishment for being caught playing with and wearing some items of his sister's underwear. As a punishment he was first severely flogged and then forced to dress in her girly clothes including her underwear. I was to witness this punishment on numerous occasions and I wonder if it was this that later in life caused Sean to become firstly a cross-dresser and then later to become a full-time practicing transvestite living in a feminine persona on a permanent basis. Sean is now called Sharon and lives with a very dominant MISTRESS as her slut-maid-slave. As far as I know she still has her male genitalia but she has I believe now grown her own breasts with the help I would assume of Female Hormone Treatment of some sort. Although they have since moved away from London and I no longer see them I still think of them frequently.
Sharon and Tracy were still being disciplined into their early teens before they moved away from London and I assume that Mrs Jordache continued with her strict regime as long as they lived with her. As for me I continued to blackmail Tracy into letting me witness their routine Saturday night ritual punishments right up until they left and I was examining her right up to puberty. Unfortunately we were thirteen when they left but much to her shame and embarrassment, I was always aware of her journey into womanhood; her pubic and underarm hair growth, the onset of menstruation and her periods etc. Interestingly Mrs Jordache still continued with her punishment even when she was menstruating and it was still carried out in the presence of Sharon or Sean as she still was at that time. I even think that she would be more severely punished at that time of the month.