The Baroness and the Woodshed

By Stephanie Von Essen

A short vignette about a Baroness who craves the harshest discipline from the best dominatrix in Germany during weekly sessions in the woodshed.

Eva, you and I have quite a trip to the woodshed in store for you. We have both become quite wet from thinking about your planned session all morning. You will receive the discipline you have been craving from the best dominatrix in Germany.

Although you are a Baroness and extremely wealthy, you demand the harshest discipline. The Baron believes that you are the most beautiful after an afternoon in the woodshed. You and the Baron have obtained the services of me, Stephanie Von Essen, to provide you with the complete and thorough punishment which you deem you deserve.

You have much experience in the woodshed since we have gone there every Saturday for your sessions. It is cold and snowing outside and the woodshed is across the landscaped garden. It is a perfect day to toughen your body all over so you can withstand longer and harsher sessions in the woodshed.

You will strip down to your tiny white thong for an hour of hard exercise in the snow and cold before you face the woodshed. I have told you often that I want my girls to be rail thin and you still have to lose several kilos.

During the weeks between our sessions, you have been told to exercise at least an hour outside in the snow every day. While the Baron sleeps in his palatial bedroom, you have been required to sleep every night in an unheated room in the attic with all the windows open. You are allowed just a single sheet and you can wear only your tiny, tiny thong. You frequently waken with a layer of frost on you tummy and breasts. You also have been required to take a freezing shower for at least 15 minutes in the morning and again before you go to bed at night. All this time in the cold is to toughen your body and increase your threshold of pain for the lash.

The temperature today is just perfect to exercise in the snow, a pleasant –15 degrees C (+5 F). I will be wearing long leather boots and my black leather corset, which leaves my bountiful breasts and sex completely bare, under my full length mink coat, which I have purchased with the fees you paid for our weekly sessions. I will be as warm as toast while you freeze in your miniscule thong.

We will start 200 sit-ups in the snow. You will lower that delectable derriere of yours into the cold snow and start crunching. The snow feels wonderfully cold as you lower your back and long blond hair into every time, on every crunch. Your tiny white thong blends beautifully with the pristine snow as it divides your rump. Your tiny thong is so small it doesn't prevent snow from entering your cleft as you crunch. As we agreed, anytime you slow, I will tummy whip you.

After you have completed the 200 sit-ups, it is time to turn over and do 200 push-ups in the snow. Your nipples have become even longer and harder in the bitter cold. You will lower your breasts in the snow on each push- up until each of your 37E globes is covered. You will then lift your torso so your long nipples are at least 25 centimeters (10 inches) off the ground. There is a meter stick in the snow next to your breasts so every movement is measured with precision. You will be whipped hard across your derriere anytime there isn't a full extension or you slow.

Watching your body being completely red from all the exercise in the snow, makes me want to join for an extra 100 push-ups. I will remove my coat and take a position next to you in my leather corset and long boots which reach half-way to my gorgeous thighs.

We both enjoy doing push-ups in the snow to punish our wet pussies. Your tiny thong divides your labia minora. As we lower our nether regions, the frost snow feels so brutally cold on our clits. The snow enters our labia majoras and melts on the way into our wombs. It is our special way of disciplining our slits for all the pleasure they bring us.

After our joint push-ups it is time to do jumping jacks. Your 37E mounds bounce so well on each movement. Your large pink areolas, are deep red from the cold matching the rest of your body. Your mounds jiggle and bounce on each movement, but especially when they are caressed by my lash so that you move faster.

It is then time to run around the garden for 15 minutes. The gardens are truly lovely in the hills around Garmish. The Alps rise majestically above your estate. Your large manor house was built in the 19 ^th century, but has every modern convenience. When a new woodshed was built for our sessions, all the servants wondered and especially why it is always locked. They also wonder why they hear occasional screams from it.

You look so beautiful when you run in the snow. Your long legs go on forever leading to your delightful derriere. Your two cheeks are as red as apples in the bitter cold. Your long blond hair glistens as the snowflakes fall on it. Your generous 37E's swing on every step. You enjoy the harsh slap of your large globes against your chest as much as I enjoy watching them.

After running nearly 4 kilometer (2 miles) it is back to our position near the woodshed for some leg raises. I will attach a silver chain around each ankle that leads to a strong clamp on each nipple. As you lower your legs, the chain will pull on your long nipples. Though your nipples are almost numb from the cold, they will be disciplined every time your lower legs.

During your leg raises, you will keep them as far apart as possible. Your delectable derriere will dig into the ground, as your labia spreads apart with your lovely white thong dividing your nether region. By spreading your legs, you also will create the best target of opportunity for my lash. You will be severely slit whipped anytime you slow on your leg raises.

Once you have been worked long and hard in the snow, it is time to finally enter your wonderful woodshed. It has been built as we agreed, and every type of device is here. The woodshed is unheated in winter, but it feels like a greenhouse after our long exercise session in the snow.

It is time for me to shed my mink coat. My sex is dripping from just watching you in the snow while thinking of how you will be punished in the woodshed. It also is time to strip off your tiny white thong. Your thong is icy, not just from the snow, but from your precious juices.

At every session, Eva you desire to confess your sins. You feel that my punishing you for each transgression will purge you of your guilt. You pay handsomely to confess your sins and be punished. You desire each session to be harder and more thorough as you feel a deeper and deeper need also to pay with your shameful body for all your sins. I believe, however, the sessions in the woodshed are not for exculpation, but because you love the pain. You are at your best when your derriere and slit are whipped without mercy.

I first will tie you to the padded sawhorse and use my riding crop. Your taut tummy has provided a fine patina on the rich Corinthian leather of the sawhorse. As usual, I will start off with my riding crop. I will drive it across your derriere and you will call out every stroke and thank me. If you lose count we will start again at zero. Fifty strikes is usually a good start to warming up your delightful derriere.

Next there will be the paddle. It is made of mahogany and your have kept it polished to a high gloss with your very own sweat from its frequent use on you. You truly enjoy the loud sound it makes as it pounds into your sweet derriere. The woodshed fills with the music of your cries and the smack of the paddle.

It is so marvelous that the bamboo canes have been soaking all morning in the woodshed. They are more pliant and painful that way. They will mark your inner thighs and thence your derriere as the next fifty strokes are applied.

It then will be time to suspend you by just your wrists from one of the ceiling beams of the woodshed. When you are suspended, your generous globes are even better displayed. Your long blonde hair would cover your magnificent 37E's if it wasn't tied back. You will look more wonderful as you lose a few more kilos by exercising in the snow every day. Then your ribs will be more prominent over the flatter valley of your tummy leading to your sex.

Your bountiful breasts deserve 50 on each globe with the long leather whip. Your nipples already are hard before I even strike them. They will be much longer and raw from our session. During some sessions, I will administer 20 or 30 strokes to one breast before I start on the other. It is the randomness of my strokes that creates enchanting anticipation before the lash administers enduring pain. You truly enjoy the way I make your areolas burn with desire. Often you will cry out for more strokes to your globes as you are chastised. Your sex continues to drip from the pleasure and excitement..

The Baron likes caressing your 37E mounds when they are freshly marked. Often, between our Saturday sessions, the Baron will tie you to the columns of his four poster bed and have your maid whip your breasts. He enjoys seeing you writhe in your chains as red stripes cross your mounds and lengthen your nipples.

I will retie you so that you bent backward over the horse with your legs fully spread. I became a great dominatrix by being able to peel a grape with my whip at a distance of 5 meters (15 feet). Your slit is a far more tempting target than your glorious globes as your sex receives fifty of my best. Your howls will carry all the way to the manor house. Fortunately your husband, the Baron, works most Saturdays at his investment company in Munich. He gave me a Porsche for Christmas as a reward for making your entire body especially well marked.

The Baron also built the woodshed to store rough mahogany planks that will be made into a beautiful desk by some of the finest woodcarvers in the Alps. Eva, each plank will be smoothed and polished in a very special way.

The planks currently are rough sawn and have many splinters. Each plank is cut in the form of a wedge that comes to a sharp point and slowly tapers. Such a plank is placed on two beams so that the sharp point is up-right. The plank is placed at a height where you can straddle it when you are on the very tips of your toes. In your ballet classes, Eva, you practiced being en pointe while dancing. Now you will be en pointe with your legs on each side of the plank. Your hands are chained to the ceiling, but do not provide any support.

The plank provides fantastic discipline for your entire body. Anytime you are not perfectly en pointe, Eva, your sex will be divided by the rough plank. When you tire, the only rest will be by lowering yourself onto the rough edge. There isn't any protection for your slit from the sharp edge and rough texture of the boards. No woodshed anywhere in the world could be better decorated than by the Baroness being on the plank punishment pony standing en pointe for hours.

Once you are in position, then you pendulous 37E's globes will receive another treat that they have been waiting for. They are already sore from my introductory strokes when you entered the woodshed. More strokes will make your mounds larger and harder. I will strike each of them twenty five times as you count our progress.

After you have been breast whipped, you will then you will have time alone all afternoon in the woodshed to contemplate your fate. Your pussy will rub against the rough wood anytime you are not perfectly en pointe . Very slowly over many sessions, your sex and dripping juices will rub the plank until it is smooth and polished. The Baron delights in knowing how each centimeter of his new desk has been smoothed and polished by the slit of his beautiful wife.

Since it is winter, you will be in the woodshed for only three hours to avoid frost bite. I will return every hour to warm a part of your body with my whip. Your generous 37 E's will be disciplined often by all the devices in the woodshed. Your derriere will be paddled as you remain perfectly en pointe. Your tummy will be whipped often since lashing firms it to make it tauter and tinier. Anytime you fail to be on tips of your toes, your sex will be divided by the rough planks.

Our sessions in the woodshed are much longer in the summer. The woodshed then becomes a sweatbox due to the sun pounding down on the black roof. The temperature soars to above 55 degrees C (130 F) for most of the day. The woodshed becomes a sauna. You look magnificent as rivers of your sweat flow down your globes, across your taut tummy and onto the rough planks. Every hour I return to the woodshed to torment a different part of your shapely body. It is so hot in the woodshed that I must be nude while I tan your hide with my whip.

Last summer you polished many more planks as you were en pointe . Wasn't it glorious then spending from dawn to dusk for two entire weeks in the woodshed polishing planks while the Baron was away on a business trip to China?

Once you are released from your restraints in the woodshed, you will return to the manor. Your maid will bathe you and prepare you for tonight's dinner party. You will be tightly corseted to fit into your sleek evening dress that displays your generous globes and delightful derriere to their best advantage.

As usual I will be joining you for tonight's festivities. The food is always wonderful and your guests so chic. The Baron has such a great wine cellar and dinners go on for hours. Dinners at the manor often turn into the most incredible orgies. As the evening progresses you will be stripped so all your charms are best displayed.

Although the guests have frequently seen you toute nue, they still marvel at well marked form. They are always delighted when you demonstrate your prowess at taking the lash. Once the butler and maid tie you between the columns in the dining room, I will discipline your body from head to toe with the lash to entertain the distinguished guests. Your generous globes, delightful derriere, taut tummy and sensational sex will all be lashed with renewed vigor. All the strokes are far more painful since you have spent the entire afternoon in the woodshed. Your pussy is especially sensitive since you have been polishing planks while en pointe.

The Baron truly enjoys demonstrating the incredible beauty of the Baroness, especially when she is well marked from an afternoon in the woodshed.