The Boyfriend - 
Don & jo jo Brown

Elle had now reached an age where she was beginning to take more than a vested interest in boys. Her parents were fine with this providing four rules were adhered to.

1) Introduce the boy to her parents

2) Always, have someone with them when they met.

3) Make, sure to ask permission before going out at night with him.

4) Always be home on time.

Four pretty simple rules which if broken, as in the tradition of HoH, had painful consequences.

Up to being 13 Elle was punished in the normal way, a lecture, corner time, knickers off, bare bottom spanking, corner time, not always by daddy either, mum sometimes took it on herself to administer punishments which in itself had consequences. Whatever mum administered to the girls, she got double when her husband returned home, but sometimes the trade off was worth it.

As soon as she reached 13 the rules stayed the same except that her knickers were lowered to he knees, whilst over daddy’s knee and remained down till corner time was over, then she was allowed discreetly to pull them up whilst still facing the corner.

The girls were also given daddy's belt usually whilst perched over two pillows.  Daddy believed if they were old enough to be treated as young women, they were old enough to feel the cut of his belt.

Although humiliation played a big part in the Brown household, her mummy and daddy were respectful of her changing body, as they were with all 3 girls.

The punishment again changed when she was 18, as it had with her elder sister, Trish.

It then reverted back to pre 13 days, daddy thought at this age they needed to learn, and fast, and needed the humiliation to help speed up the process.

At this age they were also introduced to the cane.  So the procedure then was, lecture, corner time, knickers off, spanked, corner time, belted, corner time, caned, corner time, rubbing time, hugging time.  All the girls got the same except mum who was striped after her spanking.

It got to be 10.15 pm.

“Where is that girl,” thought dad, she knew we gave permission for her to be out till 10.00pm?  Her safety was his major concern at this point, any further repercussions were secondary.

Mum felt a twinge in her tummy, she knew the trouble Elle was in for being late and what lie ahead.

Only the week before, the time had escaped on her from her literary class, a full twenty five minutes late ensured she spent the next two nights sleeping on her tummy, daddy was a stickler for punctuality, even with her, well it was in the rules, the house rules.  Mummy was told to go into the lounge, strip and lie on the table. Daddy came in lifted her chin and told her the errors of her ways. He explained she would get 40 rapid strokes of his short junior cane and if her hands left the end of the table or if her legs came up he would start again.

The first 5, 10, 15, 16, then her legs shot up as he hit the crease of her bottom and legs, so  of course daddy had to start the count again and she ended up taking 56 hard fast cuts.

She was forced to cry out, the pain, the shame and her sorrow of taking His time to deal with her. Two of the girls were in their rooms but she still had to cry out, but it was nothing new, daddy believed in the punishment there and then, regardless of whom heard.  He never punished mummy in front of them but always allowed them in when she was doing corner time, naked, part of her humiliation, part learning for the girls.

The key turned in the front door, 10.35pm, daddy stood and went to the door.

Elle and her boyfriend of some 22 months came in, Brian said he was so sorry she was late but she was talking to an old school friend and never realised the time. I did not know where she was, he said, I was quite worried, but she was talking in the ladies loo.

Thank you Brian, would you care to go into the lounge, I think as she worried you too, you should witness her punishment. Elle dare not speak, surely daddy would not make her strip, then punish her in front of Brian, no he was joking to scare her.

Elle to your room and put your nightie on and return to the lounge, one minute, and he looked at his watch.

She flew up the steps removing her coat and jumper as she ran up the stairs.

Daddy went into the room and as he was apologising to Brian for having to punish Elle in front of him she came running in, checking his watch, daddy said, and 10 seconds late.

He brought a dinning chair from the kitchen and had Elle kneel on it,he removed her nightie and then had her put her arms over the back, making sure her bottom was facing Brian.

Daddy removed his belt and placed the first lash on her white bottom as it left its last loop, she took a deep breath, determined not to cry in front of Brian.  By the fourth she was screaming, daddy made them extra hard, by the tenth she was fidgeting all over the chair, on the fifteenth daddy stopped with his belt and gave her a sound spanking.

 
"Now young lady, 10 seconds = 10 strokes of the cane, grip your ankles." he said.

She elt the chair, without touching her bottom and bent double, her young 34B tits hanging loose, she was also blessed with larrge succulent nipples, like her mummys.

Elle was far too distressed to be shy. Daddy moved her so her bottom faced Brian, who had a huge bulge in his pants by now.

She took 10 hard strokes, daddy replaced the cane and faced Brian, I want you to make sure she behaves in future, you have our full permission to punish Elle as you see fit for any indiscretion, at any time, in any place. 

"Yes sir", he answered.

Daddy looked then at Elle and then told her to ask Brian to punish her when she was naughty.  

Elle spoke through tears and sobs and asking Brian as instructed. 

I will leave you to console her now Brian, please make sure after every beating it is followed with love and cuddles.

As he left the room Brian stood and put his arms around Elle and gently rubbed her bottom, she sunk into his arms.

He then took her towards the table and bent her forward; she grimaced but stayed where she was placed. Brian removed his belt, Ellie, I will now finish your punishment with belting for the embarrassment you have just caused me.

Yes sir, she voluntary replied, Brian gave her 10 swift lashes, which covered the previous now purple cane marks. He stopped, lowered his trousers and mounted her from behind, he found an eager space for his throbbing cock and used her till he came and she collapsed on the table.

Daddy had left the room; happy he had passed on his wisdom to Elle’s next HoH

Some weeks later when mummy and Elle returned from swimming mummy reported Elle had at least 15 stripes that she could see, and was not shy to show them, a true TiH young lady.

 “What of the 20 I gave you?” daddy asked.

“Oh yes sir, I showed those with pride too.”

The Disciplinarians visit. 
Don & jo jo Brown

Sally was playing up again; it was becoming more and more apparent that she needed to be taken in hand sooner than later.  

How long will it take her to accept her responsibilities and learn to understand what her Master expects, He wondered to himself; now she had left Him no choice but to take action, strong action.  If she only would realise that when discipline and control are given by the Master it is appreciated and accepted by his slave, then life flows and she is at her happiest.  

Today He had to enforce these lessons to teach her what He expected and what He will no longer tolerate.

She had only just received 30 strokes with His senior cane and a further 60 with the belt. Her language was atrocious, which He hated, but she knew she had her Master at a disadvantage and took advantage of it.  Dave had recently broken his ankle and she knew He was limited to how much He could move and how quickly. 

Master Dave knew He needed to reinforce His position with her now, before she became so defiant that she would ruin what they had built up together over the years.  So badly did she crave his love and affection and the feeling of being owned, disciplined and controlled, that she sometimes went overboard to get His attention. 

“Yes”, He thought today she would have some things reinforced in her life again.

The doorbell chimed.

Sally answered the door wondering who would be calling on them at this time.  

Then there He was… a tall good-looking man in mid fifties, there was something quite different about him, she sensed straightaway.  He stood there holding a large case in His hand.

“You must be Sally.” He said smiling wrily.

“Yes,” she answered quizzically.

He pushed forward and lifted her chin.

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“Yes Sir.”  Will be how you address me girl.

Master Dave entered the hall on His crutches just in time to see red fingerprints imprint marks left on Sally's cheek.

“Ah Sally, I see you have met my new Right Hand.”  Nodding to the stranger and smiling.

Then looking at His submissive, He grinned saying. 

“This dear girl, is a Disciplinarian.   I have called Him in to bring you back into line, and you will address Him as Sir at all times.”

A stunned Sally replied, “Yes Sir,” looking at both men, she could not help but to rub her thighs together in anticipation.  She knew this had always been one of her favourite fantasies and she so much wanted to allow her fingers to wander down to her clitty that was tingling so much.

They entered the lounge.

Sally’s face was red, not only from the slap but also because this was the first time her Master had brought someone like this into their home.  Her heart was racing and she knew the days of her deliberately being a bad girl would now be behind her.  She looked around the house and wished she had spent some time cleaning it instead of goofing off all day.  She noticed His eyes darted around the room inspecting her tardiness as well.

“Strip”, He commanded.

She looked immediately at her Master and waited for His nod; she adored Him and would do whatever He told her.  

The Disciplinarian stared straight at her and His glare sent shivers right down to her toes.  She immediately stripped and He took her over his knee at once, patting her a few times, as He did.

“M’mm, not bad,” He said looking over at Dave.  I think I will enjoy this little errand today, His voice deep yet soft.  

“What do you think girl, should I enjoy myself today, not waiting for an answer before He lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her begging flesh?”

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“Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” 

She screamed and immediately, wishing she hadn't hearing the chuckles of both men.

The sight of her available body made the disciplinarian hard, but He knew He was there to teach this girl respect and that he certainly intended to do. 

Blue eyed and sassy, Sally was very used to having her own way knew that there was not point in arguing with this man as she would her Master, she had resigned herself to her plight and knew the next couple of hours were going to be something she would never forget.

Sally had turned her attention onto her Master, He looked so strong sitting there watching her.  No wonder she loved Him so much.  He had rescued her from a miserable life and now and again, she needed reminding of how much she needed his strength and stability in her life.

The sounds of His hand on her bottom reverberated through the house, and He did not stop until she was rosy red. When she did take her eyes off Him she got it hard with Sir’s large hand until screamed, sobbed and cried.

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A couple of times Sally tried to kick but was punished very quickly in deed for daring to stop Him from his task.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sally was taken by a nipple and placed in the corner with her hands on head to sit and reflect on her behaviour for 10 minutes.

Sir moved to the end of the room and pulled the desk a little from the wall.

She was led from the corner and had her legs fastened to the desk legs and her hands fastened to the cross rail of the back of the desk. He deliberately took his time securing her, He was very slow and precise, pulling the ties tight, laying her body across the desk to open her as wide as she could be stretched.

He told her that he had fastened her to the desk if she would receive 30 strokes of the cane in batches of five, all served in quick succession.

She would also receive 10 in rapid succession, and very, very hard, for her bad language and atrocious behaviour.

The 10 were as stated, rapid and hard which caused her to scream out “FUCKING BASTARD” He stopped walked to her head and lifted her chin, 3 hard slaps across each cheek.

The start of the 30 strokes, 5, sounded like a machine gun going off, five more, same style.

He saw her struggling and walked to the front and gave her five across the back of each hand with his cane, she screamed loud, but never swore.

Thirty completed, the rapid stripes turned purple instantly.

He began to cut her free, but first roughly rubbed her glowing cheeks, she was sobbing, His hand touched her pussy lips, He squatted down and separated them, looking at Dave, she is soaking wet, she will need the belt.

When untied she was led, nipples again, back to the corner to reflect, nose touching the wall.

10 minutes past and Sir summoned her to go down on all fours and crawl to him. He unzipped and unleashed his thick 10-inch cock.

Gripping her hair he forced himself into mouth, she gagged and gagged, He was gentle and withdrew before cumming.

He sent her to the corner then for 10 minutes, hands on head and nipples touching the wall this time.

He went over to the corner, turned her and took her nipple as He led her to the bed where she saw the two pillows. She broke free and knelt in front of Dave begging for forgiveness swearing she had learnt her lesson.  Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Sir slapped her tits and took his nipple, lifting her by it as He laid her over the pillows, bottom high.

He took his belt off slowly as she watched each loop lose its leather.

He opened her legs and again played with her pussy lips, she kept pushing out to meet His fingers. Sir stopped and turned his attention to her waiting bottom, He then proceeded to spank her with His belt.

The first lash stung so much after her caning she thought she would pass out there and then. She took a deep breath determined not to cry in front of them, but by the fourth lash she was screaming, Sir made them extra hard, by the tenth she was biting into the blanket on the edges of her bed, still facing her Master and not letting her eyes leave Him.  

On the twenty-first lash and played with her now soaking wet pussy, until she was delirious with pleasure. He proceeded to lash her and tease her until the fiftieth lash was metered out. Her pussy-soaking wet he once again teased her until she could hold it no longer. Knowing she would cum He put a condom on and pushed into her pussy while she stared at Dave, she came instantly.

He rode her and she came again, then He pulled out, sat over her mouth and entered it. Just as He was about to cum, He stood and came on her tits and called her a filthy whore causing her to cum again.

The Disciplinarian then nodded to Master Dave, stood, packed His case and left without a spoken word.

Sally lay soft and vulnerable looking up to her Masters for his approval.  He smiled at her knowing that now she would receive her reward, her eyes pleading for his love.  

How delicious she looked as he joined her on the bed.  He smiled at her knowing that she was once again a thoroughly chastised, meek, mild and loving slave.  He used her until they both were satisfied and exhausted, He watched her lovingly as she fell to sleep contented in her Masters arms.

The Farm - 
Don & jo jo Brown

5.15 am:

The alarm sounded in Master Paul’s bedroom, He sprang out of bed and was straight into the shower, as was His practice every morning.

5.30 am: 

Master Paul leaves the farmhouse for the milking parlor.

5.45 am:

Faye, Ally and Amy are already at the milking bay, but no sign of Claire.

6.25 am;

Claire strolls in looking half-asleep.

Master Paul’s cold and annoyed glare gave Claire a sudden twinge; actually it was a sudden double twinge, one in her heart and the other in her pussy.  Claire knows what its like to be in trouble with her Master and her feelings are mixed with both fear and excitement.  It’s a mystery to her really she loves to be spanked, yet tries to avoid it by quickly offering an excuse.

"Sorry Sir, someone must have turned off my alarm."

Master Paul was more than irritated and it showed.  Not just because of Claire’s casual manner but also because it was the third time in four days that she had arrived late to work and to make matters worse she had been duly punished for each erring occasion, leaving Him to feel that she was determined to try and get the better of Him.  It was as if His punishment was no deterrent to her slothfulness and disrespect.

After Master Paul finished the milking for the morning, He told the other three slave girls to go and prepare the breakfast and He called Claire to the stalls. 

First punishment: Sirs Belt.

She stood before Him and watched Him slowly taking His belt from His jeans.

When she saw her Master’s anger she was immediately sorry and a sudden pang of guilt and terror hit her. She hastily began to make and excuses, but it was too late, within seconds He had lowered her dungarees, turned her over the milk parlor rail and began His punishment.

 He could not help but notice how wet she and seeing this made Him hard. 

‘I assume you understand why you are being punished’ He said as He began to lash her protruding peach shaped bottom.

‘Yes, I do ‘, sniffed Claire, as she bit back her sobs.  Her Master was not holding back.

After 30 lashes, Master Paul invited her to sit down to listen carefully to Him.

‘I am your Master and I will be obeyed at all times and you will adhere to my rules and you will be on time whenever you are summoned.  Is this clear?’ He firmly asked.

‘Yes Sir,’ she stuttered feeling the cold air biting into her well whipped bottom,

‘Put your pants on.’  Master Paul commanded her, ‘and then you may go into the farmhouse for your breakfast. It will warm you up.’

Claire quickly jumped back into her dungarees, which rubbed immediately on her red raw bottom causing her to cuss. Fortunately for Claire it was out of her Master’s earshot and she got away with it.  This time!

She knew she was falling in love with Him.  This of course was against the rules of the farm!  She had never been in love like this before and she did not understand her emotions, but she new one thing… she wanted to be totally owned and used by Him.

Second punishment: the cattle prod.

Master Paul swished the prod through the air landing nicely on her bare: once, twice, three times in succession; the sting went from her bottom straight to her brain then bounced back to her bottom, then four, five, six, making a cruel sound as it whisked through the cold morning air

The whoosh of the prod whistled in the air, followed a by a loud THWICCKK as the prod bounced onto her nicely shaped bottom. Claire’s body shook with each one, the sudden impact causing a fleshy ripple on her white cheek halves.

Master Paul stopped momentarily and admired His precision; an angry line of purple sprang up across her buttocks, stripe after stripe neatly crisscrossed. 

He smiled and He lifted it again bring it down.  She screamed in pain with each one.

Swiisshh…thwack!

“Owwwwwwwwwww!”

Swiisshh… thwack! Another hard swipe from the cattle prod made Claire arch her head back in pain.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Swiisshh… thwack! Number nine.

“Nooooooooooooooo please!”

Master Paul had found a rhythm now and He started whipping in earnest, delivering a stroke, pausing, and then pulling back his arm for the next one.

Swiisshh…thwack!

Swiisshh… thwack! Another hard swipe from the cattle prod made Claire arch her head back in pain.

Swiisshh… thwack! Number twenty and he continued until the last of thirty was delivered evenly.

“There now get up.” He said.

Claire was limp and thought she could not more her body.  He lifted her to her feet and began to scold her.

“I want you to start settling into this place and start pulling your weight, or I will be forced to whip you so bad you will not be able to lay down for a week, and that my dear will be most unpleasant seeing you need your rest with all the work needed to be done around here.”

She looked up at Him with tears running down her softened cheeks and nodded.

“Let me assure you, you will not be getting out of your duties, do you understand what I am telling you?”

Claire nodded and whispered through a parched throat.

“Yes Sir.”

And that is how it went,   Monday morning for lateness she received; 30 lashes with the belt and Wednesday, Master Paul doubled it to 60, using His cattle prod.

Claire screamed so loud the rest of the household heard her but it was a common noise from one of the four girls, always someone in trouble.

Master Paul was lucky, he was a Dom who had a good business and had taken in four girls as subs, well three subs and one slave, Claire.  When Paul had to punish one of the subs they always took it out on poor Claire, her knickers were down so many times she was stopped wearing them.

Third punishment: No more mercy.

When Claire had walked in late this morning, Master Paul knew He had to teach her a real lesson, as the last two punishments failed to correct her behaviour, in fact He knew she was enjoying His attention, which He never minded, but He would never tolerate disrespect from anyone of His slaves.  Claire was about to learn this truth.

After the milking, Claire was told to clean herself up and wait in the large barn until He and the other slaves had eaten their breakfast.  She would miss out this morning.

After a good hour Paul returned with His 3 other slaves; Fay, Ally and Amy. He told Claire he had brought them so they could see what happens to sleepy, lazy girls.

"Fay and Ally strip her.” He ordered.

“Amy you lower the ceiling rope.” 

All the girls in unison jumped to His commands.

Fay undid Claire’s dungarees and removed them whilst Ally pulled the jumper over her head. Next, her jeans were removed and her bra unclipped, knickerless as ordered her they could see her bottom showing the signs of the last couple of meetings with Master Paul’s implements.

Red, black, blue and crimson, Sir was an expert; but then again He had plenty of practice, at least one girl a day felt His rule.

He fastened Claire’s hands together with tie wraps and secured her to the hook from ceiling rope. He then pulled tight until she was on her tiptoes.  Then using the cattle rings in the barn He secured a rope and passed it between Clare’s legs to a ring at the other side and pulled it tight.

The rope immediately cut into her pussy lips and split them; she gasped and whimpered as He continued to tighten it, digging it deep into her.

Going back to the ceiling rope, he pulled it tighter lifting her off the ground and onto the tips of her toes.

This was going to be a punishment she would not forget in a hurry and to make sure of it He turned and facing the others subs watching Him.  And told them that Claire would be there for 2 hours and she would be whipped every 30 minutes. If any of the girls had any issues with Claire they could deal with her whilst she was hanging in the barn.

Master Paul then stood in front of Claire, tears already rolling down her face from the cutting rope on her lips and clit. Unbuckling his belt He told her He was going to whip her so hard she would not be able to lie down to sleep. 

“Maybe you won’t be late for work in the morning then.” He said mockingly.

He stood behind her and unleashed the first lash, it hit her back and the tail spun round onto her right nipple, she screamed, not only from the pain of the lash but the pressure she put on her pussy.  He walked round her lashing as He walked, back, bottom, nipples, pussy, wherever He aimed, he hit.

Claire was sobbing, her eyes begging for forgiveness.

Finally, Sir stopped, replaced his belt and left the barn leaving the three girls still surrounding Claire.  They began to taunt, nip and slap at her. The girls took it in turns, Claire was struck with canes, a piece of rope, even her own slipper, she had pegs, carrots and a brush handle inserted, taking her holes as they pleased.

Master Paul returned as stated and whipped her every 30 minutes.

Then after two hours Master Paul again came in and lifted one of her pussy lips it was swollen and blue with bruising and he slapped it.

He undid the ceiling rope and she lowered to the floor. Picking her up He took her over to the haystack and taking down two bales and put them on top of each other.

She instinctively draped herself over them, the sharpness of the hay rubbing her red and bruised skin.

Master Paul stood in front of her and slapped her across her face, side to side. Tears welled at once and her eyes never left her Master.

"Claire I have been very tolerant with you.” He said.

“The next time you are late you will be sent to Colonel Harding’s slave farm for a weeks of harsh training, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir" she whimpered.

This time with real fear in her eyes as she knew just what happened at the Colonel’s farm.  Everyone knew as it was pretty notorious for producing top quality slaves.

Master Paul removed his belt and dealt with Claire’s bottom with a final 40 hard lashes.

Claire almost passing out felt she could endure no more when she heard his zipper above her sobs.  

He opened her bruised swollen pussy lips and admired His rope work.  The bruising had made her as tight as a young girl and she was soaking wet.

“M’mmmm you are a real little slut”, he said as His fingered her soaking wet cunt, and finding a string of pussy juice attached to them when He pulled them out.

He could wait no longer; He split her lips with one hand and held His 8 inch thick throbbing cock with the other, Sir Paul pushed hard into her swollen lips causing her to scream in agony as He used her.

He rode her from behind as if a rodeo rider would break a Mustang, pumping her pussy hard, He withdrew and pushed against her little bottom rose.

He brutally fucked her burying his cock to the hilt and fucked her bottom roughly; He came as she did and felt her body go limp below her.

He withdrew, put His cock away, zipped up and picked her up.

Claire woke in her bed, her body the colours of the rainbow. Her pussy lips three or four times their normal size. 

 
Feeling the pain all over her body, she lay still as could be.

Then she smiled, how lucky she was she thought, to have the total and unwavering love of her Master,