I maintained my silence, pondering the wisdom of telling my Mistress about my dream. Too late now, the die was cast and I must accept whatever punishm...nt she chose to inflict upon me for having such disrespectful thoughts. As the appointed hour neared, Mistress Whiplash took a small ticket stub that had been tucked inside her figure hugging outfit and passed it to me. ‘Go to the cloakroom, get my bag and bring it back here,’ she commanded.I took the ticket from Mistress Whiplash, walked. The Admiral was a renowned ‘ladies man’ who had women (and children) in several ports around the globe and, as a private whim which was quite in-keeping with his priapic nature, he asked for a special figurehead to be constructed for his new ship: “She must be made of the finest hardwood and should be soaked in your most excellent preservatives so that she will not decay or rot. She must be carved as naked and be complete in all of her feminine endowments. Unlike the usual figureheads you make,. He would be afraid they'd blab to his parents what he told them in the sessions.The receptionist was a striking girl in her early twenties. At the stroke of 3:00, she escorted him to Dr. Austin's office. He had envisioned Dr. Mary Austin to be an old spinster, with her hair in a bun and frumpy looking clothes. He had never been more wrong in his life. She was about 35 and gorgeous. She had a striking figure. She had medium sized breasts, he guessed about a B cup. (Kevin considered himself an. But I had decided that what she had done was actually cruel. By the time I had finished with my Aunt’s leather paddle I was breathing hard, Patty was crying and Aunt Judy was watching us almost mesmerized. Patty’s bottom was a bright red and there were a number of small blisters. Even though I had seen Patty being spanked on the bare before today was the first time that Patty had given me a glimpse of her body that I had never seen before. After I let Patty up she continued to cry and was.