CHAPTER SEVEN
When William heard his father's voice calling him from the basement, he already
had a good idea as to what Greg had been doing and had dressed accordingly in
just a pair of sports shorts.
William had only returned home from school a matter of days, but during that
time he had quickly become accustomed to the realisation that, in his position
as a male in the township, this gave him an automatic superiority of over the
vast majority of women in the community.
The last year at school had been one of the most interesting and enjoyable times
of his life. To find that the curriculum had included such things as 'Enforcing
Control' and 'The Detailed Anatomy of A Woman' accompanied by live models, had
proved to be a boon that was welcomed by any developing young male whose
hormones were racing through his young body at a rate of knots. Although looked
upon as something of a 'nerd' by his fellow male students, William had developed
an extremely accomplished way of dealing with the opposite sex. The knowledge
that he could demand and expect complete obedience from the female pupils at the
school, had given him a sense of confidence in dealing with the female sex that
far outweighed his sixteen years.
Indeed the pleasure of instructing one beautiful seventeen year old female
student to strip off her uniform and show him the most intimate of her charms,
and the satisfaction that he had felt in ejaculating into the soft warm confines
of her mouth, after requiring her to pay homage to his erect and throbbing
manhood just before he left, had remained with him during his journey back to
Brookdale. She unfortunately would remember him, more for the penalty that he
had imposed upon her.
During his last days at the boarding school he had seen the girl, Mary-Beth who
was a lithe slim brunette with an attractive figure, and William had decided
that she would be the subject of his 'graduation' act at the school. She had
screamed and begged for mercy from the thin, spotty faced youth without success,
before she was strapped to the whipping block. The sight of her naked body
stretched taut over a whipping block, as he delivered a solid twenty-four stroke
caning to her yielding buttocks would remain with him for some considerable time
as his farewell gift. However, the pain that he inflicted upon her, she would
wish to forget as soon as possible. It was not as if he had found fault with
her performance, but simply decided that he would enjoy cutting the four feet
length of hickory into her soft skin.
Thus when William joined his father in the basement, he was anxious to
demonstrate to him that he was competent at controlling the women who were
subject to his whim.
Julie's reaction as William entered the basement was one of complete shock.
"There is no way that I am going to allow that pimply faced moron to make free
with me." She screamed, as she suddenly realised what horrors lay in store for
her. "No fucking way am I going to allow him to indulge his fantasies with
me!!!"
Greg simply smiled, as the naked figure of Julie twisted in her bonds. "Well,
son what do you think of our new maid?" Greg questioned William.
William took in the charms of Julie's figure that her partly bent over form
exposed before him. The soft white of her shoulders, the light scattering of
freckles on her chest which supported the succulent globes of her breasts as
they hung dependent from her torso, the sheen on her brunette shoulder length
hair, her slim waist that flared outwards into her bottom cheeks, as yet
unmarked from the kiss of the whip or cane, then the slim thighs and lower legs
stretching down to her trim ankles.
"Not bad Dad, not bad at all" William replied.
"She has just made an offer that you may well wish to accept." Greg explained.
"It appears that, instead of being whipped with this," and Greg swished the
cat-o-nine tails through the air, "she is willing to make use of her
considerable charms to avoid the kiss of the whip. I have explained that you
may well be interested in taking up her offer, but that it will be dependent on
whether you find her attractive enough."
On hearing Greg's explanation to his son, Julie reacted and screamed "I wouldn't
let that spotty face idiot touch me if he was the last fucking man on earth. I'd
cut his balls off and cook the fucking little things first."
"Such foul language and such impossible threats, woman. If it was not my wish
to hear you beg for my son to make use of you, and listen as you scream and beg
for mercy I would have you gagged in order to silence your outburst." Commented
Greg, "I think that you should resign yourself to accept that, as from now, you
have no rights to any opinions or wishes but are simply here to provide for our
pleasure."
"What do you think son, the cat or something else to curtail her sharp tongue?"
Greg said to William, who responded by suggesting a cane may be more suitable in
curbing Julie's vitriolic tongue. "Good suggestion, a good beating with a
willow switch may help the bitch realise her true place and function in this
household."
Hearing William's views on her beating, Julie screamed, "If that little pervert
touches me I will sue the arse off you, you bastards." ~ this cannot be
happening, ~ Julie's mind was in a turmoil of emotion and disbelief. However,
the drugs from the injection were having an effect as, when she made these
outbursts, she found herself feeling nauseous and confused, as if her will to
resist was weakened.
~What was happening to her? Why was she feeling so helpless? ~
William simply ignored her outburst and went across to the wall of the basement
and took a five feet length of willow stick from a hook. Swishing it through
the air as he walked to behind Julie's figure, still held with her wrists
fastened at shoulder level behind her, he asked "How many, Dad?"
"Cane her until she sees some sense, son" replied Greg watching as Julie
struggled and squirmed in her bonds. "When the slut is prepared to accept her
true position as a slave and that we are to be addressed in the proper form, as
Master, then she can have some relief."
After tapping the rod several times on Julie's offered buttock cheeks, William
raised the implement back over his shoulder and brought it down in a swift arc
to cut across the summit of the unmarked ass. The stroke left a white stripe
upon Julie's tanned flesh, which quickly filled to become a red welt of pain.
During the course of the next 10 minutes, Julie's ass was decorated from the
first swell at the bottom of her back, to the top of her thighs with a series of
red stripes of agony, some overlaying others, until the whole area was bright
red with lines of the rod. Although only a youngster, the strength of William's
arm was such, that where the stripes had crossed, small droplets of blood oozed
from the skin.
"AHHHHHHOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" Screams of shock and pain were torn from Julie's
throat, as tears sprang to her eyes with each pain writhing swat. She struggled
to move out of the way of the swinging switch, but the binding of her wrists up
in the middle of her back held her firmly in place.
Each swat ripped a scream from her throat and caused an overwhelming wave of
humiliation to wash over her. Soon her tears were streaming down her cheeks and
dropping onto the basement floor, her cries echoing off the walls of the room.
Her bottom was on fire with pain unlike anything she had felt before, and her
resistance and strength of will seemed to be melting away.
Eventually, after the cane had laced into Julie's ass some thirty times, William
paused and said, "Are you now prepared to accept your new status or do I have
to resort to stronger methods?"
Toward the end, Julie's throat was too raw to scream and, her voice hoarse, but
she managed to sob, "Please no more...I..I'll do what you want...just please no
more please..." There was shudder that ran throughout her being as she uttered,
"Master."
A huge grin across William's features emphasised the pleasure he took as he
watched the naked flesh before him quiver and he heard the sobbing Julie utter
the word `Master.' Now that was a word that enhanced the enjoyment of slicing
the willow rod across her backside and gave credence to the philosophy that any
woman can be broken, if pain and torment are applied in the correct manner.
"How do you want her, son?" Greg asked, "Still in the same position, or do you
want her properly offering herself to you?" He hoped that his son would realise
that to have the woman forced to offer her naked body for the male's enjoyment
was a humiliation to be enjoyed, especially in view of Julie's initial reaction
to William.
"I think that I would prefer her loose from any bonds so that she can show how
much she enjoys surrendering herself." William responded with the hint of
sarcasm in his voice.
Greg was pleased. His son was obviously enjoying being in complete control of
Julie and had benefited greatly from the training he had received at school.
Little did Greg realise how accomplished William actually was, and how the
reputation he had at the school of being a disciplinarian, who had left many of
the girl students in floods of tears, was well justified.
William had already decided that he would have fun training Julie to be obedient
to her betters. He recalled that, on previous occasions at the school, being
very exacting in introducing the girls that he had trained to rituals involving
their humiliation and discipline.
The rituals included making the female students display themselves in the most
abject and intimate way, forcing them to kneel naked before him with their knees
parted and hands cupping their breasts for his inspection. He would then
instruct them to please him by displaying their naked body in any manner that
they felt could gain his interest. If the girl failed to do so, the whip was
always available
Greg released Julie's wrist bracelets and she straightened up and stood, as he
instructed, with her hands by her sides, tears streaming down her face. She
could see her chest heaving with sobbing breathes that caused her ripe breast
globes to bobble slightly, as she continued to gaze at the floor.
~What was going to happen next? Julie wondered. How much more can I stand of
this torture? ~
"Display, girl." William instructed in a menacing voice.
Julie lifted her gaze to look up at the youth. She knew that he was addressing
her, but she did not know what he meant by his words. She straightened her
shoulders, looking him in the eyes. "What do you mean by display? You see that I
cannot hide anything," She stopped for a moment, and then she remembered to add
the required salutation "Master."
William observed the manner of her reply and strode purposefully to where the
naked girl stood with her hands by her sides. Gripping her brown curly hair in
an iron fist, he forced her head back causing her body to strain in order to
avoid the pain of his strength and throwing her breasts into prominence. William
stared into her eyes that were full with tears as she realised that, despite
appearing as only a sixteen-year old spotty faced youth, this boy was not to be
trifled with. He had already demonstrated how efficient he was at wielding the
cane and his demeanour showed confidence in his own ability.
"You are a slave and slaves are taught how to display themselves for the
amusement of their betters! They are forced to display their most intimate
charms, their breasts, their cunts and their arses in all manner of lewd
offering, so that their master may examine them to see if they are worth
bothering with!! On your knees, woman and offer me those sweet breasts of yours
this instant."
Releasing her hair from his grip, he shoved her to her knees on the basement
floor and, whilst she knelt before him, he picked the cane again and commenced
whipping it through the as if anticipating the forthcoming enjoyment of using it
again on Julie's well-toned flesh should she again prove stubborn.
"Show me your wares as enticingly as you can, or suffer the pain of the whip
across that flesh!"
Julie's tried her hardest to show him that she would not weaken so easily, but,
when he took the switch into his hand and started snapping it back and forth,
she knew that if she did not do what he ordered, she would again suffer
terribly.
Julie knelt there for a brief moment, looking up at William, and she then
proceeded to do her best at what he ordered of her. She could not meet his gaze,
so she looked down to the floor, while her hands moved up to cup her breasts as
she arched her back so they would stand out more for him. Her fingers gently
raked across her flesh, then she took both nipples in between her thumb and
index fingers and squeezed them hard. She turned her head to the side, her
brunette locks falling over her face some, slightly covering it. When she felt
that her nipples were as erect as they could be, she let go and began to knead
her breasts. She had no idea if this was enough, or if she should even speak any
words that would gain some favour with him. Fear was starting to build up within
her, and she tried her best to fight it down. She glanced up at him as she
continued to squeeze her breasts, awaiting his approval or her punishment for
not pleasing him.
William watched impassively as Julie attempted to comply with his orders and he
saw the effort to overcome her stubbornness that such actions induced in her. He
observed her breasts becoming reddened with the pressure of her fingers and the
nipples maintained their erectness.
"Now show me your cunt and let me see your sex flesh," William demanded.
Realising that any delay on her part would only lead to more and worse torment,
Julie, with her hands trembling with trepidation used her fingers to ease apart
her cunt lips. What further horrors await her?
William realised Julie's stubborn streak would need to be eradicated before she
submitted herself to him completely and, as she used her fingers to pull open
the lips of her pussy, he traced the tip of the willow cane down over her
breasts, her belly flesh and into the soft petals of her opened sex.
Moving the length of the cane back and forth in between her opened sex lips,
William stared down into her watery eyes. He continued to saw the cane in its
soft confines and carefully watched for any reaction. It would bring him much
satisfaction to have this slave obedient to his every command with the threat of
severe punishment for any failure.
Julie kept his gaze for quite some time, but fear of further punishment brought
her gaze to the basement floor once again. She gasped slightly when he started
rubbing the cane against her pussy, but she did not react in any other way,
hoping that he would be done with this part soon.
William pulled the switch from Julie's pussy and smelt it. "Well that's a
start, slave. You seem to understand that you must obey, and obey without
delay!" He said. "However, you must realise that this is only the start of my
enjoyment in your training. Keep those knees well apart and let me see your
nose to the floor and your ass presented high."
The cane swayed menacingly in William's hand. She listened to his words, and she
was scared, there was something about this boy that she just did not like, but
she would listen and obey as best she could.
Julie immediately opened her legs, with her knees as far apart as she could
spread them and touched her nose to the floor as instructed, while her ass was
thrust up into the air for his inspection. She prepared herself, for what she
thought would be more lashes and closed her eyes tightly, but still listened for
any other orders from him.
Resting the cane on the summit of Julie's upraised ass, William passed it over
the marked flesh presented to him and caressed it slowly down to the crease
where bottom meets thighs. He wished to explore how submissive she was when
ordered to carry out actions of a more intimate nature.
William leaned down and took a firm grip of her shoulder length hair and forced
her around to face him still on her knees, keeping the switch before her eyes.
He pulled her face towards his crotch where his cock stood erect beneath the
brief shorts that he was wearing.
"Let's see if your anymore proficient at providing sexual pleasure for your
Master, than you are obeying simple orders to display your assets to your
betters. Be aware that any failures this time will make what you have suffered
so far seem mild by comparison. Now, remove my shorts."
Julie listened to his orders, and her hands immediately went to the waistband of
the shorts and eased them down William's still developing thighs. Her eyes took
in the eight-inch length of engorged flesh that was revealed, as it stood out
horizontal from William's hairy groin. Realising that to procrastinate would
only bring extra pain; she licked her lips once, and then placing her fingers
gently around the base of the shaft, she wrapped her lips around the head of his
cock, sucking gently on it. She started to work her way down his shaft in a
steady rhythm, as her mouth sucked on his cock; her tongue caressed the
underside of his shaft eagerly.
Julie had resigned herself to the fact that she would be forced to please
William, whether she wanted to or not. However, she had, in the past, enjoyed
giving this kind of pleasure to her previous boyfriends and was quite proficient
at the task. She kept her movements steady, but not slow nor quick either. Soon,
she had the full length of him inside of her hot mouth, and she moaned softly
for a moment, and looked up at him to see his reaction to her doings.
As William felt Julie's soft lips take his cock into her mouth, he enjoyed the
caress of her tongue and he felt her accommodate his length and girth within the
confines of her mouth. The steady movements of her sucking caused him to harden
further and he was pleasurably surprised at her expertise.
~Was this the same slave who did not know how to display herself? ~
The youth felt his hips begin a back and forward movement as he sought to bury
more of his lengthening cock between Julie's sucking lips. This pleasant
interlude went on for some minutes and William could feel the build up of heat
in his testes as the stimulation continued.
Reaching down, he gripped Julie's breasts and began to maul them in his hard
hands, pinching the nipples between his fingers as his enjoyment of her efforts
increased and his wish to control his release became uppermost in his mind.
"Yes, the woman has a good mouth, Dad" he commented nonchantly to Greg, as if he
was talking about the performance of a car. "But she has yet to show how good
she is with her cunt!"
Julie moaned softly again hearing William's words. She could tell that she was
pleasing him, but to be referred to in such a manner re-enforced her feeling of
defeat. She continued with her steady rhythm, as she felt his hands reach for
her swollen breasts. Her own hands reached up to gently hold at his hips, so she
could ensure that she kept her breasts well presented.
Julie sped up just a tiny bit in her movements on his hard member, wanting to
receive his ultimate release in her hot eager mouth. She closed her eyes for a
moment, enjoying what she was doing by remembering previous episodes of oral
sex, then opened them again to look up at William as her right hand moved around
to his balls to caress them.
William felt his shaft continue to be sucked by Julie's mouth and he was pleased
to feel her hand on his balls, as she caressed them. He felt the build up of
tension in his erect member as he pushed it further between Julie's lips, until
he could feel her hot breath against his stomach.
~Should he let go deep into her throat, or should he reserve his spend for the
confines of her pussy? Decision time rapidly approached, as he felt himself
nearing the point of no return. ~
Julie was relieved to feel William's cock pulsing within her warm wet mouth. She
was pleasing him, and that was good, but all she wanted now was to taste the
milky white liquid that would shoot from his member soon so that her ordeal
could draw to an end. She started to suck on him harder, working her mouth back
and forth on his shaft as her hand continued to caress and gently rake at his
balls.
Easing his stiff shaft from Julie's mouth, which seemed to be sucking harder as
if to retain it within the moist confines of her mouth, William pulled back and
his erect cock pointed towards Julie's face like an accusing finger. He allowed
himself a moment to recover the control that he had nearly lost, and looked down
at Julie's naked body, his eyes expressing a sadistic pleasure as he took in the
smooth white flesh.
"Get back down with that pretty arse in the air, girl." William ordered.
"Let's see if you are able to satisfy your Master by using your sweet cunt as
efficiently as you have used your mouth."
Julie looked up at him after he withdrew from her mouth, a bit disappointed, but
she knew what he wanted of her next and she was forced to obey. She quickly got
on her hands and knees, parting her legs as wide as she could and thrusting her
ass up to him as he ordered.
Taking a cushion from a nearby bench, William dropped it behind Julie's upturned
buttocks and knelt behind her. With a grunt of satisfaction thrust his cock to
the depths of Julie's warm moist sex. Easing his staff from between the soft and
yielding lips of her offered cunt, he thrust again, his balls swinging as his
belly battered her up- thrust arse cheeks.
Julie moaned loudly as he slammed into her. She had thought for a moment that
she would be dry, but the episode of sucking his cock had obviously caused her
to lubricate the inside of her cunt with her fluids and after the first few
strokes, it felt rather good to her
On the next withdrawal, he could not resist the temptation and his hard hand
came down upon the lily-white buttocks and a red imprint quickly decorated the
surface.
William thrust in again to the hilt and as he withdrew he felt the suctioning
pull of Julie's cunt muscles. William continued to thrust his hard cock into her
with regular strokes, interspersing them with slaps to the cheeks so well
presented to him.
She pushed herself back onto his cock again and again, and gasped every time his
hand came down onto her ass.
"Do you like a hard fucking slave?" he questioned. Well take it!!! Take it
all!!!" cried William, as he shot his load of jism with a wild roar.
Julie cried out at the moment of his climax, as her own orgasm shot through her
and her body shuddered with the force of it. She yelped, then moaned loudly
again as she felt him empty his seed deep in her.
William slumped down on to the kneeling slave's back, he had felt Julie's body
shudder with her own climax and heard her yelp and loud moan. His hands came up
to strongly grip her hanging breasts and he could not resist the temptation to
pinch Julie's erect nipples between his thumb and fore-finger, which he did
several times.
As he recovered and felt his wilting shaft ease its way out into the cool air
from between Julia's clinging labia, William felt exhilarated that he had
displayed such maturity and control in front of his father, whilst Greg looked
on with a certain degree of awe and pride at his son's ability. The fact that
he had watched him bring a new slave, unaccustomed to the ways of Brookdale, to
a sexual climax was certainly a mark that the boy had what it took to control
women.
However, before Greg could comment, William stood up and kicked the still
up-thrust bottom of Julie hard with his foot. "Who said that you were allowed to
climax, bitch?" William questioned Julia. "No slave is permitted pleasure
unless specifically instructed."
Greg laughed to hear his son addressing the naked figure of Julia in such a
manner. "She will be well punished for that indiscretion before the day is out,
I warrant son."
"Yes, Dad." William replied. "By the time I have finished with her, she will
pay for that pleasure in pain and agony."
On hearing William's words, Julia cringed as she lay on the cold floor of the
basement, feeling William's cum oozing from between cunt lips and trickling
slowly down her inner thighs, to dry in a sticky puddle on her skin.
~Why oh why did she agree to serve the Community Order sentence? Why was God
punishing her so?? But punish her he was, by making her suffer so much pain and
terror. What more agony awaited her for having a woman's pleasure? ~
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Now that she has accepted the inevitable, I was thinking of taking her over to
the Leisure Club Dad and giving her a workout in the gym for a couple of hours,
what do you think?" William informed his father.
"Excellent suggestion, son," Greg commented. "Although she looks nice and trim,
she may need to go on an exercise regime to improve her stamina for future
tasks. It's good to see that the training you have received at school has been
learned so well and that your practice during the last year has benefited you so
much. Your mother and I have booked an early meal at Lucia's restaurant
tonight, and I have some business to do over at Headquarters, so I will leave
Julie in your hands and you can continue her 'education' in the ways of
Brookdale. If you have any trouble with her just call for the assistance of the
Wardens, who I am sure will be only too happy to deal with any misbehaviour on
her part." With these parting words and a hard slap to Julie's unprotected
bottom, Greg left William in the basement.
William instructed Julia to kneel before him, hands clasped at the back of her
neck, thighs well parted. The position caused Julie's breasts to thrust upwards
and forwards, as if begging to be caressed. "This is the posture you will adopt
whenever I am in the vicinity," he ordered. "You will also repeat the following
offering `Your slave awaits your pleasure, her tits, her cunt and her ass are
for your use.' Now repeat the offering!"
"No.....no...never....I can't say that...please I beg you...!!" cried Julie, her
face distraught and contorted at the depravity of the words.
William simply ignored her entreaties and, taking a grip of her hair in his fist
dragged her back up to her feet. With her screams of pain reverberating in his
ears as she felt her hair being torn out at the roots, Julie's wrists were again
secured to chains.
~Why can't I resist? ~ Julie thought. ~Is it the drugs or am too scared? ~
Before she could focus her mind upon resistance, however, her bracelets were
simply clipped to the chains dangling from the ceiling. Julie felt the pull of
the chains on the hoist as her hands were lifted above her head, but allowing
her feet to remain on the floor, leaving her helpless before any retribution
imposed by William.
"Rebellion in Brookdale comes with severe sanctions, bitch." William's only
words were uttered dripping with menace and he took up the willow cane again. He
then proceeded to lay the hard smooth surface of the cane across Julie's belly,
her stomach muscles tightening as she felt the cool rigid length of terror.
"No...noooooo..please.....no....." screamed Julie, her mind a terrorised mass of
emotions at what she knew was coming. "Pleeeeease not there......I'll do what
you want, I will....I will..."
Ignoring her pathetic cries, William drew back the instrument and, with the full
force of his young frame, lashed it down to slash a wickedly painful cut
bisecting her navel hollow.
"Aaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee." Julie yelled, as she felt the stinging pain of the strike
course through her body, her senses being overwhelmed by the pain in her belly.
With little delay, William then continued to beat the helpless woman's flesh
until the entire surface, from just below her thrusting breasts to about an inch
from her pubic bone, was covered in vivid red welts of torment.
At this point, Julie was on the verge of fainting, or so she thought, but the
efficiency of the drug caused her to remain conscious and thus unable to sink
into a wished for oblivion.
"I will......I will.....do....it please, please no more no more......." begged
Julie.
Julie had wanted to tell him no, but her pain-filled body caused her to
reconsider. She felt her resolve weaken even further as she continued to writhe
under the force of the cane strokes and she also felt a sense of humiliation
grow deep in her being. She had never felt to utterly helpless in her life.
Her voice still cracking from the sobs that wracked her she repeated his words.
"Your slave awaits your pleasure, her tits, her cunt and her ass are for your
use," she sobbed, then the 'hated' word choked out her, "Master."
When William heard Julie's capitulation to his demands, his chest swelled with
pride. This was his first success at mastering a woman, other than the
pre-conditioned seventeen year olds at the school. He felt pride at his
achievement and this was accompanied by a growing confidence at mastering the
twenty-three year old Julie.
William's lust flared as he felt his burgeoning cock grow and he was tempted to
have the woman again, there and then. However, he decided to progress slowly,
gradually forcing Julie to accept the humiliation he intended to pile upon her.
William looked deep into Julie's tear filled eyes, as she hung from the chains
holding her arms aloft. His hand reached out to grasp one of her thrusting
breast globes and caressed the sweet smoothness, before travelling down to feel
the heat emanating from the red stripes of agony marking her lower torso.
"That's better, slave. You will soon learn respect and, if you don't learn quick
enough, there are far worse things than this that can happen," said William as
he heard Julie's repetition of the words. "Now, we will go to the Leisure Club
to explore the amenities in the gym, as I intend to test your stamina."
The fact that Julie would be totally naked in front of all the residents of
Brookdale as she walked with him to the Club, gave William the opportunity to
cause her severe humiliation and for her subjection to him to become public
knowledge.
William released Julie from her bonds, clipping a short leather leash to a ring
on her neck collar and, after allowing her a few minutes respite to recover her
strength; William led Julie from basement and out of the house into the
township.
Julie was still in a state of shock and fear over the events that had just
transpired. Although her 'rational' self rebelled at the lack of humanity in
her treatment, the pain from the whipping reminded her that William was the one
in control. Humiliated, her eyes remained down towards the ground as she was
led about like little more then a dog on an early walk with its owner.
With Julie in tow behind him William walked along the path leading from his home
towards the nearby Leisure Centre, which housed a fully equipped gymnasium.
Just as he was passing the post office where several residents stood chatting,
he spotted a Warden walking towards him. Deciding that it would be interesting
to test Julie, he instructed her that she must adopt the posture that she had
learned in the basement and repeat the same phrases addressed, in this case to
the Warden.
~Oh god why is this happening to me~ Julie agonized as William ordered back into
the position he made her assume in the basement. She could feel her colour rise
in shame and embarrassment and salty tears well in her eyes, as she was ordered
to repeat those horrid words in front of the passers-by.
Looking up into the face of the Warden, Julie's obeyed William's instruction.
"Your slave awaits your pleasure, her tits, her cunt and her ass are for your
use, Master." Her voice cracked as she fought back the tears of humiliation
that slid down her cheeks.
~I hate him~ she screamed mentally to herself ~He is a horrid, horrid man. Oh
god. why did I agree to this?~
The Warden looked down at the kneeling figure of Julie and listened to the words
she uttered offering him the full use of her body. In addition, a couple of
elderly men also heard her offer. "Should the Warden not have time, I am sure
that we can oblige young man." Said one of the older men, laughing to his
companion.
However, the Warden decided that he would take up the opportunity that she
presented, as he was aware that this would also be a sort of humiliation
exercise that her Master was making her undertake.
"Feel free to make use of her." William offered. "She is only some worthless
slut begging on her knees to be used."
The Warden ordered Julie to release his gradually stiffening cock from the
confines of his uniform and, after she had complied with his order, to suck his
shaft between her sweet lips and bring him to a climax, making sure that she
swallowed every drop of his cum.
William stood watching Julie's actions in the knowledge that she was being
humiliated before him and that when he came to enjoy the use of her body again,
she would remember the power he held over her.
Julie felt her stomach churned sickly. She couldn't do this. This was sheer
madness. Her eyes shining with unshed tears; she begged softly, "Please don't
make me do this. Not here."
William became extremely angry at Julie's reluctance to obey his orders
concerning the Warden, and slapped the kneeling woman hard across the face
several times, knocking her head back and forth with the severity of the blows.
"So, the thrashings you have just had still does not appear to have convinced
you, woman," shouted William. "You have one more chance to do as instructed.
Failure will mean that I will need to resort to far more severe punishments to
get you to realise that your feelings count for nothing, you are a simply here
for my pleasure."
The sudden blows to her face caused stars to shoot in Julie's skull and her ears
to ring. Her unshed tears began to flow heavily with each slap. She found
herself cowering back from him, but the grip on the leash prevented her from
avoiding the blows.
"Well done, youngster" came the comment from the older men, who had stopped to
watch the demonstration of Julie's degradation.
Sobbing, Julie took the Warden's turgid member into her mouth. A flush of shame
and humiliation caused her skin to redden some as she began sucking and licking
the Warden's cock. All to aware of the two men and passers-by, she worked at
focusing on her efforts. Closing off her mind to all outside elements she put
herself someplace else. Her previous experiences of oral sex had been done in a
loving and peaceful environment with previous lovers, not in a public street, in
daylight with other people going about their business.
~oh the horror of it.....why...why did she agree to this?~
However, realising that the quicker she brought the Warden to a climax, the
earlier she would be able to rise from her knees, Julie was soon taking the
Warden far into her throat, her tongue caressing the head and probing the small
hole, tasting the forming droplets of precum. Faster and faster her head bobbed
and then the cock in her mouth jerked once or twice. There was a burst of hot,
salty semen shot into her mouth and Julie swallowed it.
Feeling the Warden's cock begin to soften in her mouth, Julie released him and
remained kneeling where she was. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt
a greater shame at herself for the act she had just completed.
A smile of cruel delight appeared upon William's features as he saw the tears
streaming down Julie's cheeks. The fact that one of her earliest acts of a
sexual nature as a slave in Brookdale, had been so public and humiliating for
her, and gave an added zest to William's determination to enjoy her to the full.
"Now slave, you will thank the man for the honour of allowing you to take and
swallow his seed, and make sure that you do it with sincerity so choose your
words carefully, unless you wish to feel the bite of the cane or whip." William
ordered.
Julie shuddered in fear at his words.
~Oh god, I'm actually afraid of this maniac. God I swear if I get out of this
alive, I'll never try to steal again. Please give me strength~ She prayed
silently.
To the Warden she said obediently, her tears renewed by the increased
humiliation of the situation, "Th..this slave thanks you for the honour of being
given your seed. Th..this slave is truly grateful."
William decided that her thanks showed suitable respect to the Warden and, with
a tug on the leash brought Julie from her kneeling position to stand before him.
After her wrists were clipped to her collar, she was forced to follow William as
he walked towards the centre of the complex.
As William entered the Leisure Centre, he noticed that his progress was being
observed by a number of other patrons and some were also accompanied by their
personal slaves. Certain slaves were dressed, but others were in a state of
complete nakedness. However, the collars fitted snugly around their necks
distinguished them as slaves.
One of the guests, a man in his late forties who was sat on a sun bed called to
him.
"Good to see a woman in her true place, naked behind her master," the man
commented. "What else have you planned for her?"
"I'm taking her to the exercise room for a workout," replied William. "I like
to see them sweat as they are put through their paces. Would you like to
watch?"
"I may call in later," replied the guest. William nodded and left the man to
enjoy his own form of entertainment which, at that moment involved his fingers
playing with soft moist lips of one of the Club's naked waitresses. However,
not the pouty lips that concealed her brilliant white teeth, but the lips
guarding the entrance to her cunt, as she stood writhing slightly her legs well
apart, alongside his chair.
Julie was stunned on seeing the various the acts being committed in full public
view but she felt an unwanted moist heat building in her loins, as she watched
the waitress being fondled by the guest. She felt her spirit slowly being
crushed by the degrading way she was being treated. Where once she felt a
raging contempt and hate for William, was replaced by just an overwhelming
desire to escape him. To be as far away from the perversions that he seemed to
delight in.
She quickly dropped her eyes and flushed crimson with embarrassment. There was
a tug on her leash as William continued his walk. Too soul sick to fight him
anymore, she obediently followed his lead.
On arrival at the exercise centre, William inspected the equipment available
that included treadmills, exercise bikes, step machines, cross trainers and
rowing machines all designed to put the body through it's paces or, in the case
of slaves, for agony to be inflicted.
"We'll start with a warm up session, woman," said William. "See those backpacks
over there." He pointed to a stack of small rucksacks in the corner of the gym.
They looked like ordinary rucksacks, but these were special. Each contained a
weight of 50lbs and, in addition to the normal shoulder straps there was a long
thin strap dangling from the bottom of the rucksacks.
"Come here and I will put this on for you." William instructed Julie and he
lifted the rucksack. Julie swallowed but moved obediently towards William, her
only hope was that he would tire soon of tormenting her and release her from the
nightmare.
When Julie had the rucksack on her back, she discovered the use for the thin
strap, which William pulled between her thighs so tightly, that it cut into the
lips of her sex, bisecting them.
"You will now march across the gym, knees raised so that your thighs are
parallel to the floor, back straight in double quick time until I tell you to
stop." William instructed Julie. "If I feel that you are lacking in effort or
you are too slow, then you'll feel this across your hide," he said, waving a
leather riding whip crop about 5 feet long before her eyes.
Julie fought back the urge to cry out as the strap cut into her sex. Even not
moving, it rubbed her clit and was causing a 'different' form of discomfort.
Her humiliation was growing by the seconds. What would this man not do to crush
her spirit? She looked at him, her eyes pleading with him not to make her do
this. She shivered in fear at the riding crop, remembering the feel of the cane
across her backside and her belly earlier. She didn't know if she could take
another lashing or not.
Softly she replied, "Yes Master."
Julie turned and proceeded to do as she was told. The strap between her legs
rubbed against her clit, stimulating it as it cut deep into her sex. She tried
to focus on what she was doing and ignore the overwhelming stimulation, except
she wasn't sure how long she would be able to keep this up before she would
succumb to sensations flooding her body. But she moved back and forth quickly,
hating every moment. The shame and humiliation growing, she found herself
wanting to plead with him to show her some mercy.
William watched as Julie marched away from him across the gym, her back straight
loaded with the 50llbs pack a set of swinging hips and joggling buttocks
beneath. As she came towards him, her breasts swinging and bouncing, he could
see the strain upon her face as she felt the strap cutting into her cunt with
its unwelcome attentions to her clit.
"Let's have those arms swinging to shoulder height from now on," said William.
"You will carry on marching for another 10 minutes and then you may have a
break, woman," William continued. He was well aware that Julie would be feeling
the effects of the rubbing of the leather strap on her cunt, and he watched to
see if she was able to control the onset of an orgasm.
CHAPTER NINE
Whilst Julie Jones was commencing her stamina training under the watchful eye of
William, James was continuing to enjoy the submission of Becca. After each
stroke, James had watched her with evident pleasure, as she performed her dance
of pain to the accompaniment of her own pitiful cries and sobs. How he enjoyed
the sight of her naked body reacting before him, her plump breasts bouncing, her
sweet body squirming so erotically as she danced her hopping, skipping, jig of
agony.
Then hearing her sobbing, he saw her reposition her aching bottom, sticking it
out, ready for the next descent of his stinging cane to land across her
defenceless cheeks. She made ready for another whistling swish and it's cut
would bite into Becca's poor bottom and then he would wait as another gasping
yell of pain would be forced from her sweet lips as she again uttered her
request for further strokes of the wicked implement of pain. James could see the
intensity of her efforts to comply with his orders accompanied by the shivering
apprehension she displayed, as she thrust out her bottom that must be aching
with the burning pain of the previous strokes.
Hearing Becca's sobbing and watching the way her shoulders shook as she
attempted to control the agony of his strokes, James allowed a smile to cross
his features. ~She is really beginning to feel it now ~. His fingers traced
across the vivid red welts of torment and he revelled in her pain.
It was already feeling like forever with the agony she felt as she awaited the
next strike. Becca continued her gentle sobs, trying to contain them,
determined to hold as much of it in as she could.
Letting Becca wait, James reached out his hand and again ran his fingers slowly
over the raised, angry livid weals that crossed the soft cheeks of her ass.
Suddenly she felt his fingers on the fresh welts. The sound she made was pained
but with an element of pleasure as she felt the touch could only be some sort of
admiration for the work he had done. Becca felt pride for taking what James had
dealt her so far as his fingers burned into her. She could tell the marks were
hard, and could imagine, without turning her head to look at herself in one of
the reflex ions, that the lines must be brilliant against her paler, unmarked
skin between them.
~ Shall I continue to lay it across the curve of her bottom, or should the rod
be visited on those soft areas of her upper thighs where the skin was alabaster
white and, as yet, unblemished by cuts of the cruel rod. ~ Thought James.
James tapped the rod against Becca's naked flesh, but this time instead of the
rondures of her ass, the whalebone length caressed the soft skin of the crease
between her buttocks and the start of her thighs.
~ Yes, if I can lay several strokes into this most tender of spots, I'll have
her dancing and begging for mercy. ~
"Remember to maintain your position, woman." James addressed Becca. "Make sure
that I hear your thanks and request for the next stripe clearly."
~ Such great pleasure can be derived out of making the submissive woman suffer
so severely that she sometimes finds it hard to maintain concentration on the
tasks set her!!! ~
Flinching again as the rod tapped lightly, lower on uncharted areas, Becca
realized James would inflict this punishment beyond her buttocks. The thoughts
made her dizzy and pulled an additional moan as she felt the cane touching her.
She was already close to pleading for it to end, but the need to prove herself
to him kept her from doing so. Tears trickled down from her eyes slow but heavy
as she wrestled with the need for her punishment to end.
"Yes Master . . . position . . . thanks . . . request. Your slave will do .. .
All you wish." Becca whispered in a broken voice then unwittingly tensed as she
felt the rod again. This punishment was far worse than the pain she had felt
when her ankle had been broken in a fall a few years back. This never faded; at
least it was too soon for it to fade. Only a bright sting. That and what she
was supposed to achieve for him was on her mind.
James glanced into the mirrored wall and relished the reflection of the naked
woman, bent before him the cane tapping slowly at that most sensitive of spots
where her thighs met the outward curve of her bottom cheeks. He watched the
soft flesh quivering as she reacted to the touch of the whalebone rod, and saw
the wet tears tracing their way across her face.
"Master . . . please, may your slave have a rest?" She asked suddenly. The
words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The pain was intense,
it seemed logical to Becca that she would deserve a break for a moment instead
of the relentless strikes that came too quickly despite the anticipation she
felt keenly between them. "Please Master, I can barely stand . . ." she
muttered breathlessly yet still held the position, her backside high and ready.
She wanted to drop; she was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. All of
it was a weight on her mind that she was beginning to have trouble bearing.
The stuttered request for a further stroke was music to James's ears, but then
the effect was ruined by her heart-felt plea for a rest from the infliction of
pain.
"What was that?" James questioned, looking down at Becca's backside still so
abjectly positioned for the next stripe of the rod. "You are requesting a
break, when you have not even received half of the allotted strokes. I thought
that you were intent on discovering your submission and here you are begging for
respite, after so short a
time."
Becca's cheeks, already flushed with the mixture of feelings and pain coursing
through her, seemed to turn crimson as she felt shame for the request she made.
She never broke position, a silent testament that she would endure all he would
give her as long as her legs would hold her. She fully realized that what he
had said was entirely true; the additional strokes above and beyond her allotted
punishment were not even an issue. On the heels of this thought was the
knowledge she would most likely have to endure even more before it was over.
Becca sobbed openly at these thoughts, feeling like a failure in James's eyes
but there was no way to retrieve her request.
James thought, ~ A break now may prove beneficial, as she is obviously unused to
suffering pain to this extent. ~
"Very well, woman." James responded. "I will allow you a 10 minute rest before
continuing. However, in view of your failure you will be required to suffer
additional punishment. Prior to repeating the six strokes again across your
ass, you will receive across the palms of each hand, two additional cuts of the
rod. Failure to offer and maintain your hands available for the cane will
result in the strokes being applied to the inside of your upper thighs."
After waiting a short time to allow the import of his words to register with
Becca, James allowed her to sit down on the floor to assist in her recovery.
Becca listened with growing apprehension and regret as he informed her of what
she would pay as a price for rest. Sinking to her knees, Becca did not put her
striped cheeks to the ground, as she knew it would only hurt. Instead she turned
and laid her wet cheek to his foot. "Thank you Master. Thank you for allowing
me . . . your slave to rest." she murmured. "She will take the cane on her
hands as the extra penalty." Becca spoke openly, almost without thought. There
she remained, slowly gaining control of her tears during the time her Master
allowed her. She was afraid that on top of the strokes to her palms, she would
now have to start over again with the original punishment, the way he had worded
it lead her to believe that and caused her to shudder in anticipation.
The rest time quickly passed and it seemed only moments until James ordered
Becca to kneel and to raise her right arm out in front of her, with the palm of
her hand uppermost, just level with her shoulders.
As commanded, Becca knelt up, only after placing a kiss to the top of his foot.
She positioned herself as ordered and held the trembling hand out, her left hand
laying facing upwards on her thigh. Her head was high but her eyes lowered.
Becca's breasts were thrust forward as she arched her back, while raising her
tender buttocks off her heels to avoid aggravating the welts. Her nipples were
hard and showed that she was feeling more than just pain. She was barely aware
of the arousal that remained as her body took the pain and fear, blending it
with the feelings her submission gave her.
Positioning the rod so that it lay across her pink palm, James raised the weapon
up to his eye level and then brought it whistling down to slash across the
offered hand, cutting viciously into the tender skin of her soft hand.
Becca's eyes were on her hand as she held it still, awaiting the cut of the
whalebone. One second it lay, seeming harmless across her palm. The next it
was slashing down across the soft skin, biting into her soft inner palm deeply.
Becca could not hold back the scream, her head falling back as the noise was
torn from her throat. The weight of the hit forced her arm down but she lifted
it back into position, her left hand coming up to grip her wrist around the cuff
that circled it.
Her eyes were clenched tight as the scream faded into a series of hiccupping
sobs. She opened them quickly, the blue of her irises shocking with the redness
surrounding her eyes. She watched in fascination as the welt rose on her skin,
first white then staining her palm with an angry looking weal.
Controlling her sobs, Becca fell into whimpering and repeated the litany she was
obligated to. "Your slave thanks you Master, she deserves this punishment and
begs for . . . the next strike." Still holding her right wrist in her left
hand, Becca glanced up to James's face to gauge, if she could, what he might
think of her display so far.
James's eyes glinted with sadistic relish as he watched Becca's determined
attempts to comply with his orders. He saw her shoulder muscles tense as she
endeavoured to present her hand for the next inevitable stripe of the whalebone
rod. It was quite clear that it was taking all her willpower to offer her pink
palm for torture.
~ After that first stroke, was she reminded of just how painful this form of
punishment was, not to speak of the humiliation of being beaten as a child might
be at school. ~
James saw how the weal rose thick and red across her palm and Becca's whole hand
seemed swollen and inflamed.
"Make sure that you maintain your hand available for the cane."
Becca felt incredibly small as she knelt before her Master, her hand out as she
waited for her punishment to continue. Her entire arm was aching from the
reverberations of the first hit to her palm. The throbbing echoing the stripes
on her backside. She wanted to throw herself down and beg for it to end; yet
just the thought brought her shame; she needed to be strong.
With these ominous words, James raised the length of torment again, but this
time paused holding the whalebone switch just above the proffered palm. He
gazed down into Becca's eyes and saw there the evidence of the effort that the
kneeling woman was making.
~ She must really desire to become the slave she professes to be. To witness the
determination in the naked woman was a joy and an experience to be truly
relished. ~
Deciding that there was only so much pleasure he could wring from the moment,
James lifted the whalebone switch back over his right shoulder and slashed
downwards, the cane biting deep into the palm of Becca's right hand leaving
another vivid weal at the base of her fingers, about one inch from the previous
stroke.
As James raised the cane, Becca reflexively cringed. She had to fight to not
pull her hand away and stared up fearfully as he held the whalebone ready to
strike. A moment later a second stripe was added to her palm. Becca cried out
and bent forward, leaning her arm on her thighs.
The pain was so bright, it almost seemed worse than the lashes to her ass cheeks
but this was fresh and visible, playing with her mind. Her cries faded into
injured sobs as she struggled to force the required words from her throat
"Stupid woman," said James his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Cannot you do
anything right? Well you know what's coming next!!"
Realising that she had her failed to obey the instruction not to break her
position, Becca's body shook with terror and she cried out "Please....please
Sir..Don't whip me there!! I beg you...."
"I will deal with your additional penalty when you have taken the cuts to your
left hand, foolish girl." James informed the kneeling figure that was kneeling
beseechingly mercy before him.
Without delay, James then ordered Becca to display her unmarked left hand for
the vicious cut of the whalebone switch, knowing the effort that she would need
to position her hand, sticking it out, ready for a new stripe of the stinging
cane to land across her defenceless palm.
As he waited for the kneeling woman to comply, James lightly tapped the cane
across his own palm and imagined the intense pain that Becca was suffering.
"Thank you Master . . . for having the patience to . . . teach your slave what
is required." Becca whimpered and lifted her left hand into position. She was
struck by the image of him standing naked as he tapped the cane across his palm
when she looked up again. "You slave wishes the next blow." She finally
whispered.
Her fresh hand hung in the air, shaking badly. Becca wondered how she would be
able to handle anything with her hands after this and swore again to do better.
But it was better to concentrate on finishing this punishment first, to keep her
courage to hold her hand out. It had already failed and she realised that more
strikes to her tender inner thighs would be coming next.
James listened to Becca's entreaty and marvelled at the effort she made to
request the next stroke of the cane across her unmarked left hand.
Wishing to draw out the process and also to emphasise his mastery over Becca,
James lowered the whalebone switch underneath Becca's hand and, tapping sharply
upwards, he said. "Let me see that hand raised high and offered properly for the
stroke."
James waited for Becca to comply with his order and then, after lifting the cane
on high, he brought it swiftly down to slash across the pristine palm. The
stroke mirrored the first cut to her right hand, and a vivid weal began to form
over the fullness of her hand.
Watching Becca's reaction to the vicious cut of the cane, James felt a stirring
in his belly and, looking down he saw the physical manifestation of his
response. His member displayed a rigid stiffness and the moist tip quivered
before the gaze of the naked kneeling woman. Taking the base of his shaft
between his thumb and forefinger, he slowly caressed its length towards the
bulbous head that emerged from his foreskin and reflected on the power he held
over Becca.
~Should I indulge myself and have her again place it within the soft warm
confines of her mouth to suck and caress with her silken tongue? But no, there
will be pleasures to be had using her mouth in the future, now let us
concentrate on the matter in hand and ensure that she remembers this session
well. ~
"Let me hear your request, girl." James instructed. "And after this next
stroke, we can get back to the business in hand." James laughed softly at his
pun and he continued.
"Remember, if you break position again or fail in your efforts, the inside of
your upper thighs will be feel eight cuts of this instrument."
Becca gasped as James brought the cane down and tapped the back of her upturned
hand. "Yes Master." She said quickly and raised her hand higher than before,
level with her eyes, which she quickly cast down.
A moment later her clear hand erupted with the brilliant sting of the switch.
She made a valiant effort to keep herself from screaming fully again, as her
hand dropped down. It was a failed attempt. Her face screwed up into a grimace
of pain as her body followed her hand, until she rested on both elbows on the
floor.
It felt as if she had been hit a dozen times at various parts of her body. Her
hands throbbed miserably her palms stinging from the welts raised and outwards
to her fingers as well as back and deep into her arms. Becca lost herself for a
moment as she stared through her tears down at her hands. Her breathing coming
in quick deep breaths as she tried to will herself to continue. Each strike had
brought her closer to new pleas for mercy.
Sniffling, she finally raised herself up and raised her hand high again. Her
fingers twitched and she whimpered as she tried to hold it steady. She had
missed the sight of James stroking himself but was very aware of his erection as
a visible indicator to the pleasure he was taking in her suffering. This was
comforting to her but barely so.
"Yes Master." She replied softly and took in a deep breath to steady herself. ~
Why did I not choose to be bound for punishment? ~ She thought dismally and made
a gentle sobbing noise again as she heard his soft laugh.
"Thank you Master. Your slave awaits the next stroke." It was not as artful as
her past declarations but Becca was quickly losing the place of mind to find the
right words. She only wanted it all to be done and fought to hold her hand
steady as it kept dropping down a few inches. She did not wish to feel even
more of the whalebone striking her inner thighs and was determined to please him
by avoiding additional punishment. She only hoped that she would be able to
keep her hand in place once the cane was en-route to her hand.
"Keep that hand up, woman." James instructed Becca as he noticed that her
offered palm had dropped slightly. "If you fail, you'll feel this cane slicing
into soft inner thigh flesh eight times instead of four."
James raised the switch up above Becca's hand and brought it crashing down with
the full power of his arm, to smash across her left palm raising another vivid
weal of torment.
A second later, and the punishment was finished. Becca was again bent low to
the floor, her wounded hands flat on the ground before her as she mewled in
agony after the scream she had been unable to hold in.
Stepping back, James gave Becca little time to recover from the ordeal of having
her hands caned,
"Now we will deal with your failure to maintain the correct position by visiting
your inner thighs with this little instrument." James commented, waving the slim
whalebone switch before Becca's tear filled eyes. "It will now be my pleasure to
punish you for that fault," said James as he pulled Becca off her knees by the
simple expedient of gripping her hair in his right fist.
James took hold of Becca's left hand in his firm grip, crushing the badly
swollen palm with sadistic delight. "Come, let us not delay in completing your
request."
He then lead Becca over to a metal triangle, some 8 feet high at the apex and
with a base 5 feet in length set into the floor of the basement. At each
corner, there were suitable restraints to make secure wrists and ankles. The
unit would be invaluable for any occupier of the house wishing to chastise their
slaves.
James swiftly fixed her bracelet 'd' rings to the top of the contraption and
secured her ankle bracelets to the restraints at the base spreading Becca's legs
wide. Thus, the naked figure of Becca was openly available to whatever James
wanted to do.
Retrieving the leather crop in his right hand, James proceeded to flick the end
of the weapon several times lightly across the soft flesh of Becca's left inner
thigh, about 2 inches above her knee joint. He watched with a wicked glint in
his eye, the muscles flexing under her smooth soft skin as her futile attempts
to close her legs met with no success.
Lifting the switch back over his left shoulder, James brought the wicked
instrument of pain down sharply to cut into Becca's thigh flesh just about the
spot that had received the touch of the switch.
There was a slight pause before Becca's shrill scream echoed around the room as
James watched the thin switch cut into the straining flesh and the white stripe
quickly fill with red.
"Please, please Master....I'm sorry.....please no more!! I beg you please ...no
more." Becca sobbed, her tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to absorb
the awful torment of the stroke. The room echoed with Becca's cries for mercy
but the walls were as receptive as James and he studiously ignored her sobbing
requests for relief.
The tethered body of Becca squirmed and writhed on the triangle as, with little
delay and using his skill as a tennis player, he performed a perfect forehand
stroke as he slashed the rod into her right thigh at the same level. Becca
attempted to absorb the excruciating pain lancing through the soft intimate
flesh of her inner thighs. With scarcely a seconds thought, James performed
another backhand and the whalebone switch cut deep into the soft thigh flesh
about 2 inches from her spread labial lips. He watched the cane sink deep into
her yielding inner right thigh to mirror the previous cut.
James stepped back so that he could appreciate the widespread posture imposed on
Becca, as her legs were held taut by the ankle bracelets fixed to the metal
triangle. His eyes glinted with pleasure as he looked upon the two angry
parallel welts that now decorated each of Becca's inner thighs.
Releasing Becca from her stringent bondage James said. "Now we have some
unfinished business with your backside, woman so we will recommence with the
caning. I recall that, in view of your request for a break, I decided that you
would have start at the beginning with all six strokes to come!!! Do you still
feel confident that you will be able to dispense with any restraints, or will
you request to be pinioned whilst you receive 12 strokes instead?"