At The Slave Farm - Part 2 jj Brown
After Breakfast we went to see what the
days activities would be and we all waited quietly in the old chapel for
Brigadier Haddin to come in. The group
had grown overnight as the day slaves had come in whilst we were at
breakfast. There were about 35 of us
now all waiting for our days agenda to begin.
I sat there staring out the window thinking
of my Master and wondering where He was and what He would be doing. I wished we were allowed mobile phones so i
could text Him or just call and hear the sound of his soothing tone. I sighed knowing well i had to wait another
24 hours till i would hear it again and i made a mental note that i would
never, ever be bad enough to be sent here again. I could not stand being away from Him like this.
I was snapped back to reality when i
noticed several cars pulling up in the car park, i really did not think to much
about the reason for them arriving because the farm often had slaves come just
for the day for training, i just thought that this was certainly going to be a
big class today and with a bit of luck i might be out of the firing line for a
pleasant change.
The Brigadier hurried over to met them all
and began laughing loudly as he rallied them all around him. He then drew their attention to one of the
guests pulling up in a small truck. He
pointed to it and laughed again, this time with the group laughing in unison
with him. I thought to myself that his
amusement was surely something that would be painful and humiliating for us.
He made a call on his walkie-talkie and the
farm hand Will came to his side almost at once. He was taller than most men and i thought he weighed a hefty
120kg for sure. I watched him as he
opened the back of the truck and unloaded several very large cases from it and
carried them down to the stables. I
must confess part of me was disappointed as i thought it was something that the
Brigadier had intended for our training.
We waited patiently or not so patiently for
the visitors to join us, they were a diverse group in their late 40s to mid
60s. I was amused as i watched them
join us in the chapel, some of them looked pre-Victorian, and perhaps similar
to the folk you would imagine seeing in the story Pride and Prejudice.
When they were all inside i noted there was
all in all 14 of them. They stood at
the front of our little chapel just looking at us as if we were about to be put
on sale.
I began to squirm a little, particularly as
the chubby senior couple looked me over several times. I did not intend to be taken by them and used
for their pleasure and that was definitely for sure and certain.
There was a good-looking 50ish man joining
them, he was well-suited in riding pants and shinny brown boots, curly short
brown hair and long side-burns that reflected a bit of grey. Yes, he would be my choice if i were given
one.
The Brigadier finally joined them and we
all stood in unison as he walked into the room. Dire consequences followed the ones that did not stand quickly
enough.
We were introduced to the group as his
‘slaves’ and the guests were given a few moments to mingle around the room to
make their selections. I was not liking
the way things were forming and i was more than relieved when the chubby couple
walked straight past me without even a hint of a look. I smiled to myself as they headed straight
to Yankee.
The good-looking gentleman walked towards
me and bent me over; he felt my legs and calves, ankles and shoulders… M’mm a
bit kinky i thought as he slowly moved over my body giving me such a deliberate
and complete examination. I must admit
i was getting a little wet by his attention.
I felt a little offended when he walk away
from me and went off to peruse the Marshal twins… little sluts, i thought to
myself.
Another gentleman then came to me, he
appeared to be in his mid-fifties, and he reminded me of a Spanish King,
looking over his recent acquisition
and admiring his bounty. I smiled as he placed his fingers over my
breasts and felt my nipples, squeezing them tightly and pulling them out,
stretching them and looking and stretching and looking.
Omg where did this lot come from, i thought
as i tried to stop myself from giggling at the seriousness of his inspection.
He looked at the Brigadier and nodded, the
Brigadier walked over to me, picked up my hand and stamped my wrist with a
number 17.
Good selection he said, you will find her
opinionated, spirited and independent, you won’t be disappointed and then
smiling he looked at the Spaniard and said, I know you have just the right
implements to alter that should you require.
They both laughed.
I knew my Master would never sell me and i
also knew He would most definitely be here at 10am sharp tomorrow for morning
tea and last goodbyes at the farm.
That’s the one thing i love so much about my Master is His loyalty and
reliability. He never makes promises He
does not keep and He never leaves me wondering what is happening in His
life. We are Master and slave, but also
soul mates.
I would go along with the days activities
knowing that they would not violate what my Master has given His permission
for. I trusted Him entirely with my
life and why wouldn’t i, He was my life.
After all the selections and introductions
were completed we went to the mess hall for morning tea. One thing i must say for weekends here at
the Brigadiers we certainly eat well.
Freshly brewed tea and coffee, cakes and scones with homemade jam and
cream straight from the dairy was laid out on lovely red and white checked
table clothes. I smiled as i watch the
new slaves working hard to cater for us.
Well there has to be something said about being a regular here… as i
remembered my first time here and how difficult it was.
The bell rang and we were about to find out
what the days activities were all about, I knew that they would involve the
usual training of discipline and humiliation, but i was totally bamboozled
about the events that have led up to it.
I had never experienced anything like this here before and now i had
ruled out a slave auction because of this weird selection process.
My Master for the day was to be Sir
Alarico. His accent was rich, which i
really had to listen very carefully to understand what he was saying to
me. He had a charming smile that showed
off a gold tooth. Yes, i thought
definitely from a kingly line.
He told me to call him Sir at all times and
also mentioned that his name Alarico was a Latin name that meant ‘all-powerful;
a ruler of all’, employing a little intimidation i think.
Well it worked and i felt myself
immediately moisten and blush as we both realised it.
He was very tall and quite muscled for his
age, I liked the look of him very much.
He was from Toledo the capital of Spain, a Gothic epoch until the mid
1500s. He asked me if i’d ever visited
his country and i shook my head, but assured him i would love too one day with
my Master. Oh yes he agreed, it’s a
city for those who seek to buy fine artisan and taste exquisite cuisine.
I smiled at him; he had summed me up pretty
quickly. Quite a rare talent, i knew i
was going to enjoy today.
The Brigadier summoned the guests and they
all walked ahead of us down to the stables, they looked an odd group as they
strode and wobbled down the 500 metre pasture.
We slowly and respectfully followed them,
and when we arrived they were all standing in a line in front of those ‘strange
looking’ cases that arrived in the truck.
M’mm so they were for us i mused as i
walked over to my new Day Master. He
nodded for me to open the case and then chuckled amusingly at my reaction to
its contents.
I was shocked… never in a million years
would i have guessed what the Brigadier had planned for our humiliation
training today.
Sir Alarico pulled me to him and gave me a
hug.
“Don’t worry lilone, you are going to make
a lovely pony girl today and you will look adorable when i get you all finished
in this lovely dressage. You’ll be the
pride of your Master when He comes in for the race meeting this afternoon and I
intend to dress you and train you this morning so you won’t disappoint Him when
He races you.
I must admit i was relived to know that it
was going to be an event for my Master, and i determined there and then that i
would do my best with my trainer to learn as quickly as i could so my Master
would be suitably proud of me when He raced me. A shrill of delight flooded through my body at the thought of Him
being here soon and seeing me all dressed up as His personal pony, harnessed
and ready for the race meeting. I
imagined us racing me around the track with the other human ponies and
Drivers. I grinned slightly at my Day
Master.
We were all commanded to strip and to give
careful attention to the instructions of our Day Masters and Mistresses as the
case may be. I looked at Yankee and he
was in ecstasy as he undid his case with all the attention of his Day Master
and Mistress fussing around his naked body.
How nice i thought.
I striped obediently and Sir Alarico
reached between my legs, opened them firmly and began to gently massage my very
wet clitoris. A moan escaped from my
lips, i was totally aroused. Sir
Alarico looked up at me and frowned.
‘Oh no you don’t,” he said. “You have to earn this one.”
I blushed.
He lifted my arms and began to suck on my
nipple, i squeezed my legs together trying to stop myself from cumming, but it
was hard to stop and it was only when he stopped that i was able to control my
urges.
“Argh, perfect.” he said. “Just the right
length now.”
He reached into the case and took out two
rings and clamped one on each nipple.
I squirmed as they grabbed onto the base of
my nipples. That hurts i complained.
‘Slappppppppppppppp’
Right across my bottom with the riding
crop.
“Slappppppppppppppp”
“Now that may take your mind off the pain
then”, he said curtly.
“Slappppppppppppppp”
He parted my legs further and pulled on my
outer labia. He then inserted a row of
5 rings on each side. These clamps did
not hurt as much as the nipple ones. It
was such a titillating feeling have each one clamped slowly on. He then got to the base of my clit and
clamped a large gold ring.
“H’mmm, now that looks good.” he said
stepping back to admire his own artisan skills.
“Ok, head up proudly,” he commanded. Inserting a nose ring, a gold collar around
my neck and then.
Sir Alarico then lifted my arms and put my
harness around my waist and under my breasts; it was soft and gold in
colour. It was like wearing a corset.
Sir Alarico pulled it as tight as he could making my waist tiny and my breasts
larger then i’ve ever seen them. i loved it.
Several rings attached to it that would later be threaded to the ring
clamps on my body and the harness.
Then…….
“Owwwwwwwwwww”
I tried not to scream but could not hold
back. This time i did not get a taste
of the crop as Sir Alarico inserted a
firm lubricated rubber plug into my bottom.
I grimaced it hurt so much.
“Shhhhhhh, now little pony, this is your
lovely tail’, patting me gently as he brushed the long golden tail that had now
become part of my body.
“We want you looking your best for Your
Master don’t we?”
To be continued.
Lucky Girl - Don Brown
It had been such a long time, maybe she’d been too good, maybe He had been to wrapped up in other things.
Whatever the reasons, she was not looking forward to 12.30pm That was the text on her phone,
"My study, 12.30pm, Tomorrow Gym Kit."
She simply answered,
"Yes Sir"
He could have asked her in person, but felt texting was more official.
A restless sleepless night, not because of her fear, but because she tried to think how she had disappointed her Master.
The same Master who loved, protected and looked out for her, today, yesterday and she hoped for all the days to come.
They had just floated over the past few weeks, her not earning, He not realizing that 2 maintenances and at least 3 spankings a week, had slipped by.
The 3 spankings, usually, because he could!
He could because she was His, he owned her, mind body and soul, and she gave willingly all 3.
As she tossed and turned she remembered coming in from the garden a few weeks ago, arms full of flowers and looking forward to displaying, she saw her strap laid over the settee arm and knew it would be her displaying first.
She had laid the flowers on the kitchen counter and quickly returned to the lounge.
Her flimsy summer dress passed over her head in milli seconds and placed on the floor, placed not thrown,
Sir was a stickler for tidiness.
Her pink lacy bra undone and freeing her perfectly formed breasts with nipples to attention.
She had no pants on, she had received a bedtime spanking the night before, and that was the rule, no knickers for 24 hours after a punishment.
She laid herself over the settee arm, the coldness of the leather sent a shock to her already pert nipples and her swelling clit.
Arms outstretched and legs apart, just enough to split her pussy lips.
Sir was reading His morning paper; he looked over the top at various stages of her preparation, he particularly loved the way her tits swayed when free of their enclosure, and the cute way her tiny nipples stood proud.
She laid for what seamed an age, but it is what Sir wanted, she was not restless, in fact to say she was not looking forward to it had turned into a "Can not wait for it".
She found herself rubbing her clit on the settee arm, ever so gently so as not to arouse Sirs attention.
She felt her wetness betray her as it seeped between her puffy lips, her eyes closed and her swaying……………………….. CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK.
The sudden burst of 5 lashes on her recently spanked pink bottom brought her down to earth. Sir has seen her predicament and waited till she had begin to enter the state just before cumming, where her eyes tighten, her head moves, her bottom sways and her clit reaches the point of bursting.
CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK. The second set gave her the reality she desired.
CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK.
Tears began to well in her eyes.
CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK.
A sob or two escaping between her heavy breaths.
CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK.
Sir was laying them on with his usual preciseness, from the back of her knees to her waist, no area was spared.
He stopped, laid the strap over her back and rubbed her bottom.
His hand ran between her bum cheeks and touched her private places.
His finger entered the very bottom of her pussy lips, her leg instinctively opened wider and he probed her wetness.
He fingered her for his and her pleasure; she came at once, then again and again.
There’s was not a relationship where she needed to ask to cum, it was a free emotion he encouraged.
The strap was lifted from her back and she felt her large vibrator inserted, she moved further forward so`s to make sure gravity kept it in.
Sir turned it to number 4.
CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK.
Covering old ground again Sir hits on top of each previous welt.
CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK.
She begins to drift, her mind was in all sorts of places.
CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK, CCRRAACCKK.
He turned her vibe to 6, it was her transport mode as she finally entered the place all subs relish, in the distance she heard, "Last 5" and braced.
CCCRRRAAACCCKKK, CCCRRRAAACCCKKK, CCCRRRAAACCCKKK, CCCRRRAAACCCKKK, CCCRRRAAACCCKKK.
Sir laid the strap over her back, she was oblivious to his action, he turned the vibrator to 3 and left her to her own love and pain induced world.
She opened her eyes, the buzzing in her pussy was faint, her head was light, as she clenched her bottom she felt a sharp pain, the welts were bruising and tightening her skin, she let out an, "Owww" Sir knew she was back with him, and she knew not to move.
"I think you will find the electrics ok now, it was just a loose wire causing the overhead fuses to cut off the power"
OMG, how long had the electrician been in, she tried to close her legs a little but the large vibe prevented this.
"Thanks for your prompt attention, and sorry you had to witness her punishment"
"My pleasure, absolutely any time"
Sir saw him out and returned to the lounge and removed her vibrator.
"Kneel girl" She at once arose from being draped over the arm and knelt, hands behind her head and tongue out.
Sir lowered His fly and placed his flaccid cock on her tongue, she took him in.
As it swelled in her mouth, her eyes looked up at him with love and thanks.
She pleasured Him and swallowed every drop of Him.
He withdrew and left her kneeling for a while, he returned and again placed his cock on her outstretched tongue.
The large clock in the hallway chimed the half hour, she knocked, "Enter", it was His 12.30 appointment.
She entered, her tight navy blue gym knickers taught across her bottom, and slightly damp between her legs.
Her bra less tits swaying with every step, her petite pointed nipples stretching her blouse.
What a lucky, lucky girl..............................................
Deceit by Don Brown
Sir was never harsh, always fair.
If she needed a sound beating, she got one and usually deserved it and always accepted it.
If she got a bedtime spanking, it too was well deserved and received.
This particular day Sir had to deal with a small amount of deceit. It needed nipping in the bud.
She was summoned to Sirs study and told to come in just her dressing gown.
This meant Sir did not want a show, did not need the titillation of seeing her squirm as her embarrassment as her top comes off, next her bra, freeing her tits. Their swaying as she bent over to remove her shoes and sox, all well rehearsed of course to suit sir.
She knew how he loved her tits, her cute nipples always ready to point towards him when given the instruction to strip.
She knocked and entered and walked to the corner, removed her dressing gown and stood hands on head in the corner, naked.
The corner which had a window facing the garden.
The garden where the odd job man was doing the lawns and borders.
Her skin glistened in the sunlight from the window, the corner of her eye caught side of the odd job man, yes, he was looking right at her.
She coughed and moved her hand to her mouth, her breasts bouncing, she looked and the odd job man was sniggering, he was sooooo handsome, she looked sideways at him and saw his bulge, she reddened up and concentrated on the job at hand.
The spanking stool scrapeD along the wooden floor, and Sirs cane cupboard opened.
She gulped as she heard the swish, she recognised sound it was the junior whippy cane.
"Come here"
She turned and head down approached the stool, leant forward and bent right over.
A hand on each leg, gripped tight.
A leg covering each of the other stool legs. Her pussy lips just open.
Her bottom high, so high, inviting the cut of Sirs chosen implement.
With little introduction, just a few light aim taps across both well used cheeks;
Wwhhoosshh ccrraacckk the first lash.
So so hard it even made her tight well looked after toned bottom quiver into ripple like a stone thrown calm lake.
5 more, just as hard, just as precise.
Sir stopped, walked to the cupboard and replaced the cane.
A knock on the door,
"Come in, sorry, I`m just dealing with a problem out, you can sit and wait or I`ll be out in about 10 minutes"
"Oh, I`ll wait if that’s ok?"
Thank goodness it was over she thought, she had obviously deserved it, and would probably be told later why, so were the ways of this HoH household.
The gardener watching was not a great problem, she had often been punished in public, if it was Sirs wish, she accepted without question, its what happened to naughty girls having their naughty bare bottoms spanked.
Her eyes never leaving Sir if it was at all possible,
omg, Sir was undoing his belt....................................... | 
