The Disciplined Women of Chapel Island

by Susan Thomas

  "In my house I have a room where there are eighteen of these mounted and displayed. Each one is wonderful in its own right. I read the name and the date and can recall the girl perfectly. Each one is a pleasure but you, you Katherine, you have been the best of all and this towel is the perfect one. It will be the jewel in my collection and will bring me much pleasure."

  It was so odd, me naked next to Gunther who was clothed with him talking about all this like we were discussing works of art. What could I say? Nothing! So I just put my arms around him and kissed him.

  He beamed at me. "You had a good experience yes?"

  I smiled genuinely. "Yes, a very good experience."

  Chapter 15

  I kept a tight lip about Gunther, what he did and his strange behaviour. I just said he was lovely, wonderfully kind and considerate and it had not been a horrible experience. I could tell everyone wanted more but I felt that he was entitled to his privacy having revealed so much to me.

  I had the money paid in British pounds into an account I had set up. Some I spent on a new car. It was a small three door car from a main manufacturer and had lots of toys on. I'm not telling you what it was because someone will always say it was a bad choice and I should have bought x or y car. Dad's organisation had some sort of discount deal going with the manufacturer so I got a nice bit off and ended up paying £9,500 on the road. I had my first real bit of independence - a job, a wage, some money behind me, and a car.

  Before the car was chosen, let alone delivered, I had to see Sir Charnock Forbes. Under membership conditions a woman falls under the authority of a man. In most cases it is her husband, theoretically it can be a father (though there were no actual cases of that) or of course a senior man. There were I discovered four single women with a senior man: Dr Sandra Fowler, Ms Dita Pawlak, Miss Jane Coleman (Sandra's partner) and me. Jane was a senior person in the island administration even though she was only thirty-two. I found that submission to male authority, or at least the male authority as created on Chapel Island, deeply attractive. If that makes me very odd so be it. Sir Charnock had, until the dinner-dance, very little to do with me other than ensuring I studied the members' manual. He now evidently realised that I was young and that meant I needed a much stricter hand, so now I was getting it.

  I sat in his study, doubtless the very picture of a meek young woman, which I am not. If I continued in this lifestyle my husband was going to have to be a strong man indeed but I have read that a submissive woman is just a strong one looking for someone stronger. Sir Charnock, however, was a strong man and my Senior Man and he was taking me in hand.

  "My dear Kate, what a character you are to be sure. You've created quite a stir in our community, quite a stir. Now I know you're off to university next year and this is your gap year. A wise decision I think and had I the privilege of having a delightful daughter like you I should have recommended it. I know, however, you have been given a reading list. Have you begun on it?"

  Of course I hadn't! I know many students never even look at it let alone actually read the books and I wasn't going for another year.

  "Well no, I've not actually begun any reading yet."

  "I thought not, so I obtained a copy from a friend of mine. He is in a senior position there and will be taking a strong interest in you. I have highlighted some texts that we will make a start on and put a number by the one I want you to read first. We shall meet regularly and discuss the book. Lack of progress will regrettably involve some correction for you."

  He handed me a copy of the book list with some highlighted ones and also gave me the book he wanted to me to start with. He'd bought two copies. I was very polite (it doesn't do to be rude to a man on Chapel Island you may find yourself with a sore bottom) but questioned how we could discuss books on economic theory and mathematics, he would have to have some knowledge of it himself.

  "My dear this is exactly my field. When I first retired from business I was appointed senior lecturer at a most prestigious university in the USA. I was there ten years before retiring completely and although a little rusty I shall enjoy our discussions."

  My heart sank. I was only at A-Level so I could see I would have to really work hard on this. With work, sailing, going with David and Claire and all the island social events I had little time left. I could see I was going to be often over his lap having my bottom spanked. He set me some meeting dates and I went off after a lovely conversation with Lady Forbes who insisted I call her Adelaide. She delicately enquired after my deflowering and I stuck to my script and said that Gunther was a delightful man who could not have been gentler or nicer with me. She seemed very pleased for me and told me she lost her virginity in a punt at Oxford and it had hurt and was over quickly.

  "Men," she said, "are so often intent on their own pleasure they forget to take us along with them."

  I left the Forbes' home, my mind filled not with the book Sir Charnock wanted me to read but with David. I had made it clear to him that after my deflowering I wanted our relationship to move on to another more intimate level. Needless to say he was quite keen on that! He got a weekend off duty and I told mum I was visiting a friend and would be away the weekend. We booked into a quiet hotel about fifty miles away and since I'd only just began to think about my car we drove in David's. I met him on the mainland so as not to arouse any gossip.

  David is nearly thirty, tall, good looking, lean and very strong without being a solid build. He has a kind nature but already he wore the 'in-charge' badge and I loved it. He wasn't a member just a senior officer on the leisure staff and knew exactly what was happening on Chapel Island. He insisted we book in under his name as a married couple to assist in keeping me protected from curiosity. I don't think it fooled the man on reception but he made no comment.

  I was eager to make love to David I can tell you and was all impatience as we hurried to our room. I won't bore you with how we ripped our clothes off but I had no shred of embarrassment being stark naked in front of him. My recent experiences in being naked or partly dressed in front of others made this seem a doddle. I wasn't nervous either of David's erection having experienced Gunther but I did do what I hadn't done with Gunther and held it... so hard and big and yet so delicately soft at the top. Some instinct made me start to lick it and then put it in my mouth which David enjoyed but he ended it by lifting me gently up and taking me to the bed.

  "There is something you told me I could do a while back and I think this is now the time for it."

  "What?"

  "A birthday spanking, remember? On the way out you told me I could give you one. A bit late but a debt is a debt and a promise a promise so over you go."

  Naturally I squealed and struggled but he was way too strong for me and I found myself lying face down on the bed with my tummy over David's legs and my bottom directly under his hand. He smacked his hand down hard on my bottom, much harder than Dad had. I squeaked and wriggled.

  "That's hard!"

  "Well the debt is overdue so it has to be harder," he said calmly

  Smack! Smack! Both were hard but then David stopped and instead began rubbing my bottom very gently. It was lovely. His hand taking the sting from my bottom was so intimate and sensual. That hand also strayed down from my bottom further between my legs and gently massaged that area before he began spanking me again. The smacks were hard and I squealed and wriggled but again he stopped at three and began gently massaging the sting away and allowing his hand to stray. More spanks were followed by massage and a straying hand. It seemed to me that the straying hand got bolder each time and soon I was wriggling and mewling not with the sting on my bottom but with arousal. By the time he got to 'one to grow on' my bottom was hot but so was I and barely was my spanking over than I was on my back with my legs wide and he was entering me. It was lovely. I was already fully aroused by my spanking and massage. I wasn't unsure of myself as I had been with Gunther;. It wasn't all very strange as it had been with my deflowering, and most of all I had strong f
eelings for David. He entered me easily and began to ride me slowly at first but my reactions pushed him to go harder and harder and I knew I was going to orgasm. It was the first time I had orgasmed with a man inside me and it was much better than what I had been doing at home.

  It was only as I lay there with David half asleep in my arms and his stuff trickling out of me I realised I hadn't taken Sandra's advice. My failure to insist on safe sex didn't matter in the end as David turned out to be perfectly OK and we didn't bother after that. For me there is something deeply satisfying about having a man come properly inside you.

  David taught me so much that weekend. I learnt how to give him a blow job, we used a good many positions and I found I liked being bent over the end of the bed while he came into me from behind, and he liked me sitting on him. By the time the weekend was over I felt as if I was walking bow legged. Oh yes and one last thing I discovered that David liked - spanking me. That birthday spanking was just the first of many but he also massaged the sting away every time and used his fingers and hand to great effect.

  That weekend was the last of my suspicions about Chapel Island or so I thought. David persuaded me I had got myself worked up about nothing. Everything was coincidence and he even persuaded me that maybe Claire was in hiding from a lover or something but nothing sinister about her assuming a different identity. I went along with it all because I wanted to. I loved Chapel Island and the lifestyle on it. My mum was now happy in her marriage and I guessed we must be alike in that respect. I felt closer to her than ever before. My dad too was making huge efforts to connect with me so I was happy with my parents, rapidly falling in love with David, enjoying my friendship with Claire and fully engaged in the social life of the island. There was no cloud on my horizon.

  Chapter 16

  Of course there was Sir Charnock and the reading list. My heart wasn't in it. I was tired of study after years of school where I had always worked hard. However, I had signed up to be under male authority and Sir Charnock was holding me to reading the material recommended. It was his right and my duty to be obedient. My first appointment with him was about the time I got my car. I had read the chapters he indicated and even thought about them a bit, but he treated it like a university tutorial and I floundered. I was like a silly schoolgirl who hasn't done her homework but is trying to bluff her teacher that she has. I failed dismally.

  "My dear Kate, do I look green to you?"

  "Pardon?"

  "Kate I am not as green as grass you know. I can tell you've had a quick read but little more than that. I carefully worked it so that you would have maybe forty minutes work a day to keep up. Really not a lot to ask, is it? Why the ferry crossing every day is twenty minutes all told so to keep up is just a return journey. This is for your own good my dear, I promise you. You may not see it now but you'll reap the rewards once you start your course. Now I regret that as a good senior man I must correct you."

  He sighed as he rose and left the study for the sewing room to ask Adelaide to come in as chaperone. Adelaide smiled warmly at me as she came in utterly untroubled by the fact he was about to spank me. I wondered if she still got spanked by her husband.

  "Come along Kate you know what to do - skirt, knickers and so on off if you please, it is all so much easier that way."

  I sighed. I always seemed to be undressing in front of people these days, usually to get a sore bottom. When I signed up I don't think I quite realised just how much I would get spanked or 'corrected'. I undid my skirt and took my tights and knickers off once again without any modesty and walked across to Sir Charnock. He was sitting on what I suppose was his spanking chair. He always sat on it when he spanked me and I couldn't help wondering if he still spanked Lady Charnock or was she too old.

  He had in his hand a leather thing. It was like the sole of a shoe in both size and shape except there was no upper part. It was fairly thick to I'd say about a centimetre or not quite half an inch. He saw me looking at it and informed me, "It is a spanking paddle made like an old-fashioned leather slipper, and provides a most excellent spanking doesn't it, Adelaide my dear?"

  "Indeed it does Charnock. You may expect a good hard spanking from that Kate."

  I went over his lap with my usual mixture of thoughts and feelings. On the one hand I was scared of the pain and the other loving the ritual with this strict man putting me over his knee with its deeply intimate feel. Being half naked and lying over a man's lap is a most extraordinary feeling though I am certain I could never have done it with my dad. I also felt a little resentful. I was being spanked for not doing my reading but I was on a gap year and lots of students don't bother with the pre-reading. That thought was ended abruptly by a hard smack on my left cheek. It felt hard and stung massively and I jolted across his lap and yelped.

  "Now, now Kate, I do expect my ladies to take their correction without my having to restrain them. Be a good girl please and don't give me any trouble."

  "Yes Sir, I'll do my best."

  I did try, but oh my, that slipper thing was fierce. He rained it down just everywhere on my poor bottom. It was like having fire rained down on me and he spanked fast, smack after smack so that there was no pause to take a breath. It was far worse than being spanked with the hand and I panicked, flinging my hands around wildly, seeking something to hang on to. I ended up gripping one of the front chair legs very tightly and praying he wouldn't spank for long. I don't think he did spank for long but it certainly felt like a long time. On and on that slipper smacked down on my poor bottom heaping fire upon fire while my legs kicked in spite of my determination to be a good girl. Sir Charnock sighed and placed one leg over mine and took a firmer grip on my middle. I burst into tears fairly early on but he didn't spare my spanking. I suppose he was used to crying women and knew it was unpleasant for me but not really dangerous. Finally when I was crying heavily and my bottom was a raging inferno he stopped and let me up.

  Lady Charnock did her motherly act again but firmly led me to the corner once again and placed my hands on my head. I stood wriggling with the heat until she smacked my legs, once on each thigh and warned me that I must be still. I stood still.

  After the time standing with my spanked bottom on display was over and my snivels had stopped, I was allowed to get dressed. My whole bottom was one shade of fire red and felt it too. Again they were kindly and hospitable offering me wine and conversation as if I had just popped in to say hello or something. Sir Charnock held me to those regular meetings where he expected me to have read and thought about the reading I had done. He had to spank me twice more before I accepted the inevitable and reluctantly became a student again even if only forty minutes a day. We were nearly at the end of October before that happened but I did begin to take it seriously and after a while realised how valuable it was. I had so quickly fallen out of study mode that had I gone to university, after more than a year of not doing any, it would have been a struggle. He smiled broadly when I told him I now agreed this was of value to me.

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  One day in October when Claire was off duty and I was free too, my mum took us out to lunch. I think she rather liked having another girl around. If nature had not dictated otherwise she would have had more children. She also enjoyed Claire's company because Claire was so very interested in literature whereas I am happier with maths. That particular lunchtime mum and Claire spent the whole time discussing Shakespeare, iambic pentameter and the political background to Shakespeare's writing. I sat pretty well silent listening and thinking. Claire wasn't just knowledgeable she was intelligent, and no one with that kind of knowledge gets that from an ordinary education. She had a level of understanding way beyond A-Level. I should know as I'd just done A-Level English. Mum eventually had to tear herself away as she chairs the island's charity board and had a meeting.

  When mum had gone Claire looked at me. "What's up? You've barely said a word all lunch."

  "Who are you Claire? What is your real name and what are you up to?"
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  She went red and started to bluster and protest but I silenced all that. "You say you're not clever enough for university but sorry, that simply isn't true. Anyone listening to that conversation would know you and Mum were fairly equal and she has a first class honours in English. In any event I've seen your intelligence many times. You say you're from a poor background but your clothes, except those you've carefully bought when I've been with you, aren't budget clothes at all. You say your background is so poor that you have to work and you have to have accommodation, but your manners and the way you behave with people shouts privilege. Sorry Claire I've listened to this rubbish long enough. Who are you and what do you want?"

  She sat looking at me for some time and then seemed to resign herself to answering. "My name really is Claire but not Claire March I am really Claire Candthorpe."

  She sat looking at me as if that should mean something but it didn't so I said quite rudely, "And?"

  "I'm Marigold Candthorpe's daughter."

  I had to sit and think but then it dawned. Marigold Candthorpe, the editor of The National Reflection which specialised in scandal, any scandal at all. Politicians, sportsmen and women, show-business personalities, academics, business men and women - all feared the newspaper and most feared of all was the ruthless editor Marigold Candthorpe. That she was known as 'The Bitch' even to her staff never seemed to worry her. Now Claire was telling me she was her daughter!

  "Wow! Are you in hiding from her or something?"

  Claire blushed deeply before beginning. "No, it's a long story. I'm a bit older than you so was the year above you but in a different school. I didn't want to go straight to university either so took a gap year which really annoyed my mother, but then one day all seemed ok. You see we don't get on. I'm never good enough for her and she was really contemptuous when I took a gap year, but then suddenly one month all was sweetness and light. After a few weeks of that she wondered if I would like a little undercover job for her rather than the garden centre I was working in. It was coming here. I came quite late on in the academic year so I have crossed years. I lost my original place but have been accepted elsewhere for next academic year. It all seemed quite fun at first and I thought my relationship with my mother was getting better but I'm not so sure now. Then I started getting caned and that is not fun, well it might be for you but not me. Anyway I've been sending her information and photos for some time but now I've realised there is something else other than just the corporal correction."