TATJANNA CRUELLA COMPLETES HER FIRST THERAPY SESSION by Hamlet Tatjanna Cruela held her patient Donald's face tightly in her leather gloved hand. "I see you are absolutely terrified of me. Donald. Well that is the right attitude. Well now I am going to take you upstairs and thrash you. As I said Corrective Therapy involves intense physical pain. I am an absolute sadist. Do you know what that is Donald?" ""I think it mean that you like to inflict pain Madame Tatjanna Cruela' he replied still Sweating. "Yes, it does -it means that I get an enormous thrill and excitement from inflicting the most terrible pain. "I'm going to start by giving you a mild thrashing-although that will be painful enough. You must remember that when I thrash you not only am I thoroughly enjoying myself, but as a Corrective Therapist I am helping you and curing you from your alcohol addiction. Do you understand?" "Yes, Madame Tatjanna Cruela' he was forced to agree knowing she was always right. "Now let us go up to the upstairs Punishment Room which is where I take everyone I want to thrash" With that she dragged him to the Punishment Room by his neck digging her sharp nails into his neck until it almost bled. She stood before him towering over him. '" Now Donald -get those clothes off. I want you naked to your underpants!". He hesitated for a few seconds. She then gave him a ringing slap in his face. SLAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH! he screamed. "I want to get one thing with you quite clear Donald. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed IMMEDIATELY. There is nothing I loathe more than disobedience. Next time I will give you a really hard Belly Punch that you will never forget. Do you understand?" "YYesss Madame Tatjanna Cruela" he stammered clutching his face in agony. She had never seen anyone undress so quickly. His clothes were off in seconds. He stood there in front of me with his weedy body looking so pathetic and miserable besides me the Norse Dominatrix.It was like the difference between a Tigress and a kitten! "Right Donald I'm going to thrash you now-it's going to be a mild thrashing, which still means you will be in extreme agony afterwards. Of course, being a complete sadist and believer in corporal punishment will enjoy every minute of it. At the end you will thank me for helping you with your problems by thrashing you." "Now what I am going to do is to give you 3 strokes with the leather crop on each hand. Now hold your right hand out. And remember you count every stroke, or you will get it again. " "Now hold that handout straight!' He could not hold his hand straight as he was shaking so badly, so she had to grip it with her right hand. She held the leather crop in her left hand and moved it gently to start with up and down his hand. He did not know when she would strike, and this made the terror even worse for him. Suddenly her hand went back, and the crop crashed into his hand. He let out one of the loudest screams she thought she had ever heard and was sure he could he heard right down the street. CRAAAAACCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! He remembered just in time. ONNNNNNNEE! "Simply good for you that you remembered-otherwise you would have received another stroke immediately. Remember I'm the one in charge and I really enjoy thrashing patients like you so I will take very opportunity to give you as many as possible Now keep that hand straight" This time she saw the weal across his hand, and it looked so sore. She would deliver the next blow right on top of the weal and draw blood. This time she took even longer to deliver the blow. It came down crashing down on his hand with full force. Blood spurted out in the air. CRAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! The yell was even louder than ever. She could even hear the windows rattling. YAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TWWWWWOOOOOO! he screamed with all his might. She laid the third stroke across the back of the hand. Again, he screamed loudly and was in such agony he almost forgot to count She would certainly have loved to have given him another! CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE She decided to gag him before thrashing him on the other hand. This of course meant he could not count the strokes, but she did not want him to be a noise nuisance as well as an alcoholic! She gave the last 3 in quick succession. CRAAACKKK-CRAAACCCCKKK- CRAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK With each stroke she felt more of a thrill until by the end she was wet all over with pleasure. Giving a good thrashing was the greatest delight in her life and she could not wait to inflict even more! He of course loathed every minute of it and could not wait for it to stop. By the end he was rolling on the floor and holding his hands in searing agony. She pulled him up by his hair and said to him "You will thank me for thrashing you! "TTTHAAANK YOUUU MISSS TATJANNA CRUELA" he stammered hardly able to speak as the pain was so intense. "Right let us have a final look at this little stem." . She pulled his dick out from his trousers -it was as flaccid as ever. She dug her fingers into it and into his testicles. He let out another scream. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! She wanked him hard in her leather gloved hands until spunk eventually flowed out all over her gloves. "Right Donald I've just put you through Hell and next week I'm going to put you through even more. You'll wish you'd never been born." "Now this week you will not touch a drop of alcohol. If I catch you, you will be beated mercilessly within an inch of your life compared to which the thrashing I have given you will be nothing." "Now during this week, you will crave for a drink. You will therefore keep a diary and note down every single time you think about drinking. I will inspect the diary next week and decide on the appropriate punishment." "If you lie I with my therapeutic powers I will find out and thrash you even harder. You will live in dread all week while I will look forward to our next appointment every day!". "DO YOU UNDERSTAND DONALD? "she screamed. "YESSS MADAME TATJANNA CRUELA'" he cried bitterly. She left him a physical and emotional wreck on the floor as she ordered him to get up and leave at once. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND SEE ME NEXT WEEK AT THE SAME TIME DONALD!" God how she enjoyed being a Corrective Therapist! Any comments to norselandic@hotmail.com