A detailed report of the sub for your master.

When I saw your first post under my picture on FET, I was delighted. But it took me 13 days to get back to him. I read through his profile three times. After I got in touch with him 12 days ago, the inner emotional chaos started. Was this really the right decision?

• Was that the right decision?
• Will he teach me what I need?
• Will he like me?
• Will my desire be satisfied?
• Can I trust him and will he end it if I say “no”?

After he sent me his link, I read and read. I found myself in his contributions. The harder way: loss of control & punishment (spanking). I also looked at the reports and found myself in two of them.
reports: messed up and flying lessons.

After I wrote this to him and saw the attached picture, my emotional chaos didn’t get any better. Self-doubt, fear of giving up control or can I trust him? My emotions were on a rollercoaster and my thoughts were wandering: how will it go, will he like me, what can I expect and again and again this fear in my neck.

Especially when he writes:
“We should get to know each other because I really like your bottom, I would like to chastise it severely and relentlessly so that you can’t sit down for a week.”
Something he later proved.

In the attached picture you could see his instruments of punishment and a lot more, which scared me, but also magically attracted me. He just wrote:

“I’d use it to beat your bottom.”

As I’m writing now, I can literally feel his strokes on my body again, and I want to go right back there to give myself up to him.

We wrote to each other six days ago when I received a request to meet up. I wrote to him saying that I was free on December 31, 2024 from 1 pm. So the very first meeting took place at 3 pm.
According to his wishes, I wore a long skirt and a thong. I left out the tights I wore in the morning. My heart was pounding as the meeting came closer minute by minute. My fear also grew, what awaited me and would I be able to bear the pain?

After an initial meeting over a coffee in a bakery, I knew I would give it a try. I couldn’t see inside his head, but my gut told me he was going to try it with me. My inner emotional chaos was on a wild rollercoaster. We made small talk on the way to his apartment, but it didn’t put me at ease. When we were in his apartment, I could hear my heart beating as loudly as it is now as I write.

After a coffee and a cigarette, he asked me to lie over his legs. I had to tell him what I was going to be punished for. I told him my offenses in a trembling voice. I forgot to take out the garbage, I forgot to do the laundry and I lied.
When he heard the lie, I could tell from his voice that this would have serious consequences for me.

The first blows of his hand rattled against my now completely exposed bottom. Followed by various striking tools, such as a wooden spoon, wooden paddle, clothes hanger, hairbrush etc..

After a while, he said “Get up and go to the bathroom” in a stern voice, which made me tremble inside. Once in the bathroom, I had to face the wall and I heard him say, “Take your clothes off until you’re naked“. Then I had to close my eyes as I felt his fingers and hands gently on my skin and he stroked me, asking if I would like that. I replied, “Yes, my lord“. He grabbed my nipple, twisted and squeezed it, pulling me tightly against him.

Completely naked, I had to follow him again and kneel down in front of him. He pulled his thick, heavy leather belt out of his pants. I had to get down on all fours. He clamped my head between his legs and hit me with the leather belt and said that it was all part of warming up my bottom. After a few blows I had to stand up again, turn my back to him and put on leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I was too slow, which he let me know in a stern voice. My hands were shaking a lot after the first few strokes.

After I had finally made it, I had to lie down on his punishment table. He chained my hands tightly and pushed my legs further apart. Now he really got going to chastise the naughty, disobedient girl Jasmin. With crop, cane, paddle and whip. After a few strokes I had to say STOP. He stopped for a moment and gave me a short break.

Shortly afterwards, it continued. I slowly realized how my thoughts, feelings and sense of time were becoming blurred.

He loosened the chains and I had to lie on my back on the punishment table, but with my eyes closed. When I felt the heavy blow of the whip on my upper body, I took a defensive stance because I couldn’t say no. He noticed the strong defense and did not continue.

I then followed him into the bedroom, where I had to lie on my stomach on the bed. I heard the chains again, this time attached to my feet. After many blows, I had to lie on my back. My eyes were open. In a stern tone I heard“EYES CLOSED, do I have to tell you that again?” No, my voice trembled. At that moment, I felt the first firm pressure on my nipples. However, this was quickly over, but when he then applied his very firm pressure, I felt a much more intense pain in my nipples. Suddenly, he pulled so hard on my nipples that the pain went all the way to my groin.

Suddenly I felt the first current on and inside me. I finally arrived in my subspace with it. I heard his distant voice ordering me to lie on my stomach, which I did. He said sternly ” You’ll get a certain number of strokes that I can’t name. After that, I’m done with you for now. “

I lay in bed, heard footsteps leaving the room, heard footsteps coming back. I felt coldness on my hot buttocks. I felt his hands rubbing my bottom. He heard him say take all the time you need and brought me a bathrobe. After a while, I slowly came back to the here and now. After putting on the bathrobe and sitting on the couch in the living room, I got an espresso after his question. He asked me how I was? I told him I had wet hands and wasn’t quite in the here and now yet.
He rolled into his chair in front of me and said:“You’re aware that you need and will receive this punishment regularly from now on.” I nodded in agreement. He took the bathrobe between his fingers and squeezed my nipple very tightly.

Then I took off my handcuffs and ankle cuffs and asked, “Can I get dressed again?” He agreed to the question and I left the living room with my head down and went into the bathroom.

I got dressed, came back and we had a smoke on his balcony. I told him a few things about my past. In our conversation at eye level, I told him that I had only ever flown in bondage. Before I left, I got 5 strokes with his nasty red baton on my bare bottom.

As I was still holding my skirt up and kneeling in front of him, he continued to beat until I realized that as long as I was like this and my bare bottom was looking at him, he would continue. As I write these words, I realize the fear of what to expect next time and that I can hear my heart beating.

I left the apartment and didn’t dare sit down anywhere. I didn’t want to show anyone that I was being punished and chastised. I stood on the bus all the way home. When I got home, I first lay down on my stomach. I am proud to wear signs of my punishment and chastisement. My feelings were happy, my mind was cleansed and I could give confidence.

The next morning I sent him a picture as he wanted to see what my bottom looked like. I sent him one and he showed me how proud he was of me and still is.

The time afterwards

We write every day about how I and my bottom are doing. I now have daily tasks and also weekly ones, like doing the laundry, which she has to do and prove with a photo, writing reports and keeping a diary. Jazz (Jasmin at eye level) asked Jörn how Jasmin should address him in future, and he replied with something Jasmin would not have expected: ” Since she has been understanding so far, she can call me master. But she will suffer at my hands for a long time. She must be aware of that Jazz. ” And yes, I am aware of that.

Every time I receive a message from my Lord, I feel my heart beating faster and stronger. I feel that my master is strict but fair. He knows how to chastise and educate his sub. His sub was in her subspace when she was first punished. That is why she quickly learned not to have any control in the presence of her master. That she can trust her master when she says STOP or NO, that he pauses when she says STOP or that he stops immediately when she says NO. Jasmine wants her master to put the education and punishment in his hands. She also knows that every punishment and chastisement will increase.
She wants her master to be proud of his sub and for him to realize that she can take and endure more for him each time. Jasmin will wear her master’s drawings with pride, which she needs to become an obedient and submissive sub. And that she will soon know what to do when she goes to her master without being asked.
The sub was particularly surprised when her master ordered her to sign up for a theme party. She hopes to please him and his friends after her master has chosen her outfit. She is eagerly looking forward to what awaits her.

If the sub can wish for anything, it is that she can experience the education, punishment and chastisement of her master for a long time.

Intermezzo

At a second meeting, Jasmin was punished very severely according to her transgressions.

The first thing she got to feel was the whip on her bottom, bent over very low and fixed, and then she was mercilessly chastised on the punishment table.

The final spanking on the bed had the following effect on Jasmin.

O-Ton Jasmin:

My master told me to turn onto my stomach and put a pillow under my hips so that my bottom, which was probably glowing bright red, would rise up nicely. I complied with this order because I didn’t want to know what would happen if I didn’t.
No sense of time, no thoughts, no idea what would happen now. Deep in my subspace, I met my young self. I felt the blows, the touches of my master, blow after blow. Suddenly I had to interrupt the strokes with STOP. A short pause before my master continued. It felt like there were still many more strokes when it suddenly became quiet. The silence overtook me, a voice inside me said: “Let go at last”! I did so and burst into tears. I let go and my young self disappeared from my thoughts, from my subspace. The traces faded.
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