The Red Blistered Bottom

*a young boy standing at the partially open door of the principals office over heard*

"William! Here you are in my office again! What for this time?"

*A scuffing of shoes on the floor can be heard as well as the ruffling of papers*

"... but Ma'am" said the boys voice

"William, I am so disappointed in your behavior. I have here in front of me a report from your teacher. Apparently you are in trouble again. This time you have really done it. This book, the pictures, all those naked pictures and you showing the younger boys! What and example!! *The stern voice of Ms Hickory was stern as the sound of her switch cutting through the air*

*William shifted standing straight trying not to give himself away*

"William, it is time and I know you know what is coming. Loosen your belt and go straight over to the chair and drop your pants. As much as this pains me it is the punishment you so deserve for your evil ways."

"Yes, Ma'am", said William as he turned swiftly so Ms Hickory wouldn't detect just how tight his pants had become as he loosened his belt and dropped his pants and assumed the familiar position over that ladderback chair reserved for very wicked boys.

Ms Hickory noticed a shadow on the frosted window of the door slightly ajar as she scanned the room as she turned toward William. She knew her reputation as a disciplinarian would only grow. She lowered her voice and said, "William, bend over and don't forget ...'thank you, Ma'am'", instantly the air was alive with the loud and terrifying swish as the switch and William's anticipatory gasp as his fingers clenched the chair back. Ms Hickory could also hear the gasp at the door.

Again and again the familiar sound of the air parted and the tight gasp from William as the switch ripped into his flesh. Then Ms Hickory did something different. She went silently to the door and grabbed the young man outside the door and brought him into the room and shut the door. Her strong hand guided him to the wall as she turned her attention back to William.

"William, lower your shorts, I want to see your punished skin". William started to object and then he saw the determination in her face as well as her smile a flush crept over his face as his groin ached almost as much as his striped ass. "Now!" William hesitated only slightly then his finger tugged at his white short exposing raised angry red stripes crossed one buttock to the other. Immediately the switch came down again and again.

The welts on his exposed white skin grew in number as did the swelling at Wiliams groin. He ached horribly with each stroke remembering to say 'thank you, Ma'am' and when Ms Hickory's voice said, "Count them down William starting at 5" he knew what would happen. Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap each followed by the count and 'thank you Ma'am'. As the last blow reigned down and to William's horror he exploded and a growing spot the front of his shorts was the evidence. The boy against the wall laughed and ran from the office as Ms Hickory turned raising her eyebrow slightly saying, "Go clean yourself up William I know what you did". William hurridly pulled up his pants buckling them as he grabbed his books, holding them in front of him, as he ran with the glass in the door rattling as it slammed behind him.

Ms Hickory sat down in her chair well satisfied that she wouldn't see William in her office for a very long time.

Little did she know how wrong she was and the monster she had created. William was already plotting how fast he could be back over that chair with his ass in the air, the ache in his groin and those stripes, those lovely stipes, branding his ass.

BAD BOYS WANTED: You are invited to visit Ms CC in the guise of Ms Hickory if you enjoy the pleasure of a blistered bottom. 678-528-7993.

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays!

Here's wishing you and yours the happiest of holidays in this busy holiday season.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

See you soon!

Ms CC

I Can See By The Look In Your Eyes...

Walking into the dimly lit restaurant in my favorite pair of red four inch boots bringing my 5’10” all the way up to a statuesque 6’ 2”. Surveying the room, even in the low light I could pick you out in a crowd and smiling inwardly to myself as I angled my stance so that the arch of my pedicured foot could be seen at its best advantage. Oh, yes, I can see by the look in your eyes and watching you shift, adjusting in your chair I know you will be ever so much fun!

Turn it on…warm it up, heat it up, steam! Crossing one ankle in front of the other tapping my foot just a bit as I lean over close to the host whispering in his ear and he smiles at my request, picking up a menu and leading me to a table just past your table as I watch you struggling to keep your eyes off of my boots I smiled, met yours eyes and winked. (more to come)

Happiness ... Sandals, Shoes,High Heels

The time has come to clean the closet ... old for new! I'm seriously in need of some new shoes to make my feet happy and trust me ... Happy feet are good!

In the next few days I will be putting together a selection of my shoes that will being retired। They will be available for your pleasure. Because they have been some of my "favorites" as a shoe lover they are difficult to divest even though most have seen their better day. I will only
allow them to go to someone who will be willing to replace them as well as appreciate them.

Maam needs a new pair of shoes. Interested in a pair of well worn or over worn shoes that have been oh so close to me and would like to replace them with a new pair contact me via eamil at CC@ccmaam.com

Now if feet, shoes, hose are really your thing you also know how important and expensive foot pampering is. If you are interested in a position as patron let's talk!

Ms CC

Adoration of the footman ...

“Maam … may I worship your feet” was the question.

The Lady smiled a knowing smile and nodded extending the honor to this man who knelt before her. His knowledge and skill were unparalleled as he paid homage to her queenly feet. His lips were gentle as he kissed her feet. She granted him the honor and pleasure to suckle on a toe embellished with a dainty ring of gold only to wickedly deprive him as he neared an enraptured loss of control.

Shaking her head she commanded, “No! Do not lose control or you shall lose the privilege you are now partaking of”. His obedience and focus was restored as he delighted in small pleasures hoping that one day he might attain more favor at the feet of the beloved Mistress.

Pleasure my feet and pleasure me!

Well the transition to the new website is almost complete. All that remains now is to update pics regularly (photos available - email me and tell me which one)

Oh yes I also am going to share some of my delicious fantasy sessions. Would you like to be featured in one . . . come hither. Isn't fantasy wonderful?

Want your CC fix? Phone sessions available with prior arrangements. Just ask . . . you know you want to after all there are times when you just can't come!

And so it begins ...

Welcome! Red is the color of lust, sensuality, passion and desire.


I hope you enjoy my chronicles of life, passion and various exploits. Better still I invite you into them.


In the near future I will be sharing thoughts and wicked desires right here on "CC's Chronicles". I sincerely hope that you enjoy them as much as I enjoy fantasizing and living them!



Ms CC