Part One

We arrived at 5pm in Sir’s silver 4x4,  BMW.  It was a long and boring journey down to the outskirts of London.  It had seemed like hours that I was stuck in the back seat with this lowly, mischief making, insipid sub, and a male one at that.  He was the reason I was being sent away for the weekend.  I was so infuriated I did not even want to look at him, so there was no way I was going to talk to him.

I did not need to be told where we were going, I knew it was not a weekend excursion into the country and as we pulled up in front of those large gates memories of Brigadier Haddin flooded back into my mind.  I looked at Yankee and growled at him, just quiet enough for Master not to hear me of course.

“Open the gate Yankee.”  Master said.  The first words He had spoken the whole trip down from our home in the Moors, except to yankee’s Mistress whom we called in on to pick up the little wimp along the way.  Master spent about an hour with His Mistress, as yankee just sat dutifully at her feet.  He really is quite pathetic, I thought. 

At Master’s command, yankee jumped out of the car and quickly swung open the gate, it was so obvious that he was half scared to death, his face ashen white and his eyes as big as saucers.  I could not help myself from smiling when I though of him standing before Brigadier Haddin for the first time.

As Sir drove through the gates he looked at me through the rear vision mirror and gave me a smile.  “Remember jo jo, I do love you, as naughty as you are, you fill my heart with such happiness.  Do be a good girl for Daddy here, won’t you?” 

I was angry with Him, but could never resist His sweet smile and tender ways.  I looked up through glassy eyes, moist with the tears that were quickly welling up and nodded.  “Yes Sir, I will be good.”

“H’mmm,” is all He said.  It was His way.

He smiled at me again, as yankee closed the gates and almost fell in a hole in the road running up to the car.  “Learn how to get on with yankee here lilone, he really is a good boy.  Learn your lessons well, girl.”

I did not grace Sir with an answer.  It was that stupid sub’s fault that I was in this situation; I was not about to let him off the hook lightly.  I looked up at Sir and with a steel look of obstinacy, just smiled.

I knew this place well, having been sent here twice already.  Brigadier Haddin’s Slave Training Centre, a farm 20 miles from London where naughty and unruly slaves are enrolled in painful lessons on how to honour and respect their Owners and I knew the Brigadier all too well.

Brigadier Haddin had led troops of young men into battle and had seen more men die then come home.   Perhaps this is why he had a certain coldness about Him, a real bastard of a man.  In all my life I’ve never met anyone that loved to inflict pain on human flesh as much as He did.  I really believe His sole mission in life was to dominate and punish as many bottoms as He possibly could.  I think He loved it more than food and breath, and god knows He lives to eat judging by the way His unsightly stomach protruded, over His belt I would surmise He loves to eat a lot.    I grimaced as I recalled His fat thick cock being stuffed down my throat on a very bad punishment day once.

We all stood as He walked into the room, this was something I had learned to do the hard way, recalling how stubborn I was in those early years of belonging to my Master.  Not to say that I am any less stubborn now, its just that I’ve learned that when you love your Master you want to serve Him and please Him, and because of this my obedience becomes a pleasure rather than a chore.  I know my naughtiness now is a game I play of acquiring His devotion and attention, oh and the tantrums… well they are just part of who I am and the reason I’m here tonight standing in this 17th century old church citadel, once used for preachers to purge the souls of sinners, now used as a training Barracks for the Brigadier to purge the bodies and souls of slaves.

Looking around the room I saw six sets of scared eyes looking directly in front hardly daring to move.  

The Brigadier began His induction speech and enjoyed accentuating it intermittently by whipping His crop on the old pulpit for effect.

Having spent 20 minutes going over His rules and punishments He then walked over to me and grinned.  ‘Welcome back slave’ He said jeeringly.  ‘Let’s show them how disobedient slaves get treated here in my Barracks shall we?’  With that He pulled my arm and told me to get into the “Attend” position.   I did not hesitate and quickly got on my knees, head back, tits high and open mouth.  I knew I could not defy His humiliation.

“Open my pants with your mouth girl,” He commanded. 

I hated this because it meant I had to push my mouth into His already hard cock trying to undo His zip with my teeth, giving Him great amusement and pleasure. 

Brigadier Haddin had absolute free reign with all of us while we were in His ‘care’, and that meant sexual access to all our holes and He could use and abuse us as He saw fit after, all it was… for our training of course.

 “You will strip now”, He commanded.

I stood and stripped quickly ignoring the snickers in the peanut gallery.  I knew nothing ever escaped the Brigadier’s notice and there would be time for me to savour their moments of humiliation.

Stripping in front of people now was no ‘biggie’, my Master’s thorough training had instilled in me a love for my body and there was a part of me that loved to flaunt my ‘erm, ‘assets’, a little pride I think. 

My breasts were large and round and the Brigadier fondled them. His fingers squeezed them and then my nipples… really hard till it began to hurt so much that it caused me to winch away a little. He laughed and instantly grew harder while reaching down into my pussy slipping a couple of big fat fingers inside of me.  He lifted me higher and fell back into His chair.

I knew full well if I did not please Him I would get whipped, so I made sure I paid careful attention to make Him happy.  My mouth was dry and it took quite an effort to gather up a mouth full of moisture to wet His shaft, I dare not begin sucking Him whilst He was dry in case my teeth hurt Him.  My eyes looked up at Him careful to make eye contact the way we are trained to look at Our Master’s. 

Then without warning!

Whoooooooooooooooosh.

Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

He whipped His crop down right across my bare back. 

“Get into it, slut, I’ve not got all night.”

The sudden impact caused me to gasp, and doing so accidentally biting Him.  I knew I would pay dearly for that mistake and I chastised myself for not being fully prepared.

Whoooooooooooooooosh.

Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

Whoooooooooooooooosh.

Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

Then again… four, five and six times landing across my body. 

"Open Wider!" He commanded from over my head. I opened wider to fit more of Him into me, gagging on the size of His cock,  “and be more careful your stupid slut.”

I began to suck His cock using as much suction as I could and focusing on His penis head with long licks, moving up and down His shaft and gently massaging His balls with one hand, while firmly stroking His cock with the other, I developed a rhythm that more than satisfied the Brigadier.  I began to hear Him moan …. loudly.   He grunted and started to fuck me harder and harder forcing my head up and down His shaft, then within seconds He pulled out of my mouth and cum over my tits grunting and panting emptying His full load.

He then shouted at one of the younger slave girls to come to Him and ordered her to kneel before Him and clean Him up with her tongue.  He patted me on the head and indicated for me to sit in my seat.  I knew I had pleased Him.

As I returned to my seat, I could see yankee looking very scared.  It was his first time in a slave training centre and for a moment I felt sorry for him and gave him half a nod. He smiled up at me like a poor little wounded puppy getting some long needed attention .  It was then that I realised that he was here because of me, as much as I was here because of him.

As this was a special weekend training session we did not have to dress in the usual drab farm clothes that normally would be requested, but we were actually permitted to arrive dressed in our normal everyday attire.  This intrigued me because I knew how strict the Brigadier was about the slaves doing farm chores and how hard he expected us to  work whilst there. 

After a few more of the His lectures and each of the slaves were given a set of six of the cane on the bare which I was lucky enough to miss out on.  We were all allowed to go to the mess hall and have supper and then retire to our rooms in preparation for the weekends events.  We were told lights out by 9pm or else.

By the time we got to our rooms it was dark and I was quietly pleased that I was sharing it with yankee and not one of the others, as much as he endlessly annoyed me I really did like the little punk.

Nights on a farm are very still.  I laughed thinking that even the animals here are scared of the Brigadier.  Even they animals obeyed the His routines and schedules. 

I was far from sleep and by now I was really missing the warmth and love of my Master.  I could hear yankee breathing heavy and knew he had fallen asleep.  Lucky sod, I thought to myself.

I closed my eyes and slid my hand under the blankets reaching into my pussy, lightly fingering my very wet little girl hole as I imagined my favourite scene with daddy.


 

Football Afternoon  - By Granpa

      I'd invited three of the younger, unmarried, guys from work

over to watch the Cowboys play one Sunday. The invitation was

innocent, but what happened wasn't. We were drinking beer and

cheering on our respective teams when Maria, who doesn't like

football, came back from church and immediately took off to do some

shopping. It was the third quarter when she returned, and the worried

look on her face indicated trouble. Between plays, I motioned her

over to sit next to me, and asked her what was wrong. She looked to

be on the verge of tears, and her lower lip was trembling as she

handed me the pink copy of a traffic ticket.  "You'll get it after

the game" was all I'd say, and the dismal look on Maria's face

prompted one of my guests to ask "What's wrong Maria?"

      "I got a ticket," she replied in an off-hand manner that

irritated me no end.

      "No Maria," I said, "not a ticket, your eighth ticket this

year,

as you well know! Now be quiet and I'll decide what I'm going to do

about it later." At this outburst the guys started hooting and

teasing Maria, saying "Maria's going to get it, ---Maria's going to

get it,---"

      At this Maria flushed with suppressed rage--"it's not funny!",

she snapped, "this brute is probably going to beat me!" I guess she

thought she was going to earn some sympathy, but I wasn't going to

let her get away with it.

      "No, Maria," I said in my defense, "you're not going to be

beaten, but you probably are going to be spanked on your naughty bare

butt like the other times! Now, be quiet and let me watch the game or

you'll get it right here and now!"

      The tone of my voice silenced Maria, but not my slightly tipsy

buddies, -they whooped and chortled, alternately teasing Maria and

egging me on to "Do it!, --Do it!" Maria blushed as red as a beet,

but seeing that she wasn't likely to get any sympathy from this

crowd, she merely asked for a beer and almost chugged it as the

snickers and giggles subsided. I could see that she was in a bad mood

by the way she was acting. Surprisingly, she stayed with us, drinking

beer and arguing with anyone who made a comment, apparently deciding

to punish our lack of sympathy by being a bitch. It was kind of

funny, since she knows almost nothing about football, and the guys

looked at each other in bewilderment at some of her comments. All in

all, she was making an ass out of herself and pissing everyone off,

but I decided to let it lay. Towards the end of the extremely close

game she got into it with Mac, saying Dallas, who was behind by only

one, would win. Mac, who hates the Cowboys with a passion, said "No

way!," and offered to bet $20.00. Maria wanted to bet, but didn't

have the cash.  I wouldn't loan it to her, and Mac wouldn't take her

I.O.U.

            "Chicken!" snarled Maria, slightly drunkenly.

     "O.K. Maria," Mac said with a wink in my direction, "If you're

so sure, I'll pay you $20 if Dallas wins, but if they lose you'll

have to take your spanking right here in front of us." In the silence

that followed Mac's proposal, I shrugged in Maria's direction to

indicate that it was up to her. Maria hesitated a moment, but when

the guys whooped their approval of the bet, Maria set her jaw and

said "You've got it!" I guess she was trying to save face, but she

should have hesitated a bit more before taking Mac up on his bet and

even shaking on it. With Maria literally sitting on the edge of her

seat, chewing her fingernails, and screaming at Dallas to produce, we

all watched as the Cowboys fumbled, faltered, and fell. For a moment

all was quiet as all eyes turned to see Maria's reaction. Blushing

furiously, hands clenched in white-knuckled intensity, all Maria

could do was hang her head and say "no, -No, -No, --" over and over,

softly, but with great emotion. Til that moment, I don't think any of

us, especially Maria, had realized the magnitude of the situation.

Now it hit us, this attractive, adult woman was honor-bound to

receive corporal punishment, publicly, on her bare buttocks.

      Well, the moment of truth was at hand, and Maria was taking it

like a champion, --a champion coward, that is. First she went to work

on Mac, trying to make a joke out of it. "You didn't think I was

serious, did you?" He did. Next, she tried to borrow twenty dollars

from me and, when I laughingly refused, she got a pen and started

writing an I.O.U. Smiling, Mac reminded her that the bet hadn't been

for money. As a last resort, she tried indignant rage, --"Surely you

don't think I'd let you see me get spanked on the bare, do you? What

do you think I am?" she finished with righteous indignation. The guys

looked more than a little crestfallen, afraid they weren't going to

get their show, so I stepped in.  "What I think you are, Maria, is a

very silly girl, --first, because you, not I, let the fact that you

were going to get spanked out of the bag, and, secondly, because you

acted like a smart-ass and made a very dumb bet and shook on it!

Unless you can talk Mac into letting you off, you're going to get

your spanking right now, willingly or not!" Her expression reminded

me of a trapped woodland creature, and she started begging Mac in

such a plaintive and appealing manner that, for a minute, I thought

he was going to give in. I think he would have let her off if she

hadn't been such a bitch the moment before, and there was the peer

pressure he was getting from the other two. Mac shook his head in

mock sorrow and, as all her hope disappeared, I caught her eyes

glancing, sideways, at the exits. "Maria!" I said sharply, "You're

going to get spanked for this ticket, I'd planned to do it in

private, but since you lost, you're getting it now, in front of these

guys! If I have to force you, I'll do it, but with the paddle instead

of my hand. You made your bed, babe, and now you'll have to sleep in

it."

               "Yes, Don," she said, defeated at last.

      I moved an old chair to a clear spot in the room, sat on it,

and motioned Maria to come and get over my lap. All three guys

migrated over to the couch opposite me, and their mood was excited

expectation.  Maria still wasn't quite finished; "Don, --please! I

only made the bet with Mac, how come the others get to stay too?" In

my sternest voice I told her to quit stalling and prepare herself.

Slowly her hands crept under her skirt, lifting it, as if to pull

down her underpants when she suddenly dissolved into tears and, in

the most pathetic voice imaginable, begged "Oh Don, please, --I'm

sorry I've been a brat, --please, please, please---not on the bare, I

beg you, give me double later, --anything!, please!"

      Not a chance, Maria, -first because the guys were so obviously

turned on by the preview they'd had of her shapely bottom, --and

they'd seen something I hadn't yet, but, secondly, I found myself

thoroughly aroused by the proceedings and had no intention of

stopping now. "I've had it Maria, if you aren't prepared and in

position by the time I count to five, you'll get double, and I'll let

Mac do it!" She looked at the big grin on Mac's face, indicating his

perfect willingness, and was over my lap by "two!". I might add that

I had my football watching uniform on, i.e. blue jeans and a sweat-

shirt, and they guys were similarly attired in odds and ends of

athletic gear. Maria, in contrast, still had her church/shopping

clothes on and looked very elegant. Maybe that's why she hadn't bared

her own bottom as she knew she should. Or, maybe, she thought I'd

back off on the bare part because of the guys. In any case she'd

hoped wrong. Maria, despite being in the undignified position she

was, lying draped over my lap, was regaining her composure, even to

the point of smiling at her audience and joking. I'd have to change

that, after all this was a real punishment for a serious offense, and

I wasn't about to let her off that easy. I gave her a few preliminary

pats across the seat of her skirt and, at the same time, started

pulling her skirt up.

      I was still giving the now compliant Maria some love-taps when

Mac caught my eye, held up his camera, and gave me a questioning

look, so I gave him an affirmative nod. Maria stiffened when the

first flash went off, but any protest she might have mounted died

away as I began the spanking in earnest, slapping each of her

upturned buttocks with force and, slowly--ever so slowly, inched her

skirt up. As more and more of her legs came into view, and the spanks

got harder and harder, Maria's idea of making a joke out of it was

forgotten and she became, simply, a girl being punished.

      If Maria's mood was deteriorating, the guy's mood could be

characterized by increasing elation, in direct proportion to the

amount of Maria's legs that came into view, until, at last, her lower

bottom cheeks were bouncing and squirming and jiggling under my palm.

"Wow" one of the guys exclaimed, and I had to agree; it was quite a

sight. Not knowing what the day had in store for her, Maria had

compounded her humiliation by wearing a pair of the sheer panties I

had bought for her-- she'd only remembered when she'd started to pull

them down, much to the delight of the gallery as she faced me. My

eyes, as well as the guy's, were riveted on the creamy mounds of a

slightly pink, but very feminine bottom as the skirt's hem reached

the small of her back. Maria's curvy bottom was, in effect, bare!

I'll give Maria credit; she didn't try to stop either the spanking,

or her public denuding, although she did grab my ankle in her

discomfort and embarrassment. Since her panties had ridden half-way

into her bottom and were really more like a G-string, they offered no

protection, --either physical or visual, to her backside, I let her

keep them, for now. Mac was, after all, entitled to see Maria get her

bare butt spanked, not a strip show, and he was getting his money's

worth. I could tell that Maria was painfully aware of her audience

because she didn't plead or cry as much as normal, kept her legs and

thighs together, and tried to angle her bottom and face away from the

guys and their camera as much as possible. Maria was going to

remember this afternoon, of that there was no doubt--and, if

anything, her facial cheeks were redder than her nether cheeks. It

must have cost Maria, a mature woman, a great deal to lie there with

her skirt rucked up and her bare bottom in plain view, being publicly

spanked in front of a group of rowdy, smirking, lustily disrespectful

young men. Out of compassion for the shame she was experiencing---it

was a complete negating of the 'Feminine Mystique', I decided to

forego the paddle.  Real pain would also have overcome her

humiliation, and I was enjoying that too much to spare her one iota.

Instead, I did everything I could to enhance her shame. I made the

spanking as childish as I could, and I spaced the spanks so as to

maximize her surprise, managing to evoke a gasp or a sigh or, on

occasion, an exclamation as my palm met the slack, unprepared

roundness of fanny.  Even though they hid virtually nothing, I did

give in to several requests from the audience and pulled her panties

down. Maria said "No, ..PLEASE!" as she felt them sliding south, -I

guess they were a psychological crutch for her, but not anymore. For

minutes at a time I let her lie there with her now red bottom on

display and made her answer my questions:

      "Are you going to get another ticket Maria?"

      "No."

      "No what?!"

      "No, Sir."

      "Louder!"

      "NO SIR!"

      These exchanges were accompanied by giggles and guffaws from

the audience. I finished her off with about ten loud, crisp slaps

that had her bottom cheeks jiggling and her legs scissoring as

modestly as she could, then sent her to recover her high heels which

she'd kicked off during her ordeal. I then pointed out a spot on the

wall and told her to keep her nose on it until further notice.

Ironically, she was standing right next to a large portrait of

herself, and the contrast between the elegant lady in the portrait

and the naughty, bare-bottomed girl beside it was extreme.

      "No, skirt up!" I barked as she started to tug it down over her

hips. I couldn't see her expression, but she was sobbing quietly.

Nobody was even pretending to watch T.V., there's something about an

attractive female standing in the corner, skirts hiked up, panties

at half-mast, and obviously recently punished, that sort of dominates

a room.  She looked so fetching when she thought we'd forgotten about

her (silly girl) and tried to rub her bottom.

      "No rubbing!" evoked a dirty look which dissolved when I

started to get up. Before I let her go, all of us had made several

trips to the kitchen or bathroom and inspected my penitent wife with

varying degrees of frank appraisal. Maria fled to her room upon

release, paid in full!


 

HoH is Always Right - Slavebhoy


It was a warm peaceful August morning when I woke up to the hard tones of my Mistress, "Slave, come to the living room and kneel before your Master and I. Naked please."

I broke the easy peace of the morning and ran quickly to serve the attentions of my Master and Mistress.

Kneeling prostrate before them, hands behind my head and naked, I awaited their words of instruction with anticipation.

"Slave, we are concerned," Mistress said in a commanding voice, that sent a shiver through my spine. "You have not been keeping our house in the clean state like we have asked you to do. Have you slave?"

"I thought I had Mistress," I replied meekly.

"Quiet slave. Books are out of place, papers are not organised, the floors remain dusty and our shoes lack the sheen, which you prided yourself on for so long. What happened slave?"

Silence gripped my trembling body.

"Answer us slave!"

I heard Master's heels on the wooden floor as he walked behind me, his eyes burning onto my exposed, pale, white skin.

"I have been tired Mistress."

Within an instant of my words being spoken, I felt a taught leather whip slap hard against my bare buttocks, my body jolting forward in shock.

Then another swoosh of my Master's horsewhip lands on my cheeks, I clench the muscles in my buttocks.

Another thwack of the whip lands and then again, they continue in a forceful rhythm,

"Pathetic slave, pathetic!" Mistress yells. "Raise your bottom higher slave, lift it up towards me."

Master speaks. His voice sonorous and full of rich authority. "Ask Me for the cane slave."

"Yes Master. May i be given the cane Sir. Please Sir." My voice trembling and weak, buckling under the weight of authority.

Cutting through the silence the whoosh of the cane pierces the air and strikes my rich, red crimson cheeks, time after time and time again and still again they strike with increasing vigour.

My hollow protests, quickly disappearing into the high ceilings of the large room.

Mistress strides over and puts her hand on the back of my neck, pressing me down to the floor. "You're making too much noise slave. You shall be gagged slave, for the rest of the day."

She fitted me tightly with a large ball gag, that made me drool endlessly.

The caning had not ceased during this brief interruption.

The searing pain flowing through the backs of my legs and buttocks was intoxicating.

Mistress pulled me by my hair to standing.

"Hands above your head, slave." Master said in his quiet authority.

I raised them up knowing that I was to be shackled to the restraints that had been fitted in the room.

A spreader bar was fastened to my ankles and my hands were locked into leather cuffs at a high diagonal above my head.

"You will be flogged from front and back, understand slave?"

"Yes, Mistress i do Mistress." "You will say sorry through the gag every time you are struck is that clear slave?"

"Yes Master, it is Master."

"EVERY time you are struck slave."

"Yes Mistress."

The tirade of lashes I received in the next ten minutes left my body burning roar with welts and sweat drenched, my voice was hoarse from the screaming apology of which I yelled with desperate passion, my throat was on fire, much like my blood.

I was left tied, gagged, naked and brandished for the next hour. My head hanging and dripping with sweat.

Once released Master made me kneel in the corner hands behind my head, knees apart and nose touching the wall for a further hour.

Once freed from my punishment, I worked assiduously to make the house clean, clothes ironed and papers organised.

All this I was made to do in a state of nakedness, with my Master and Mistress keeping one eye on my doings.

That night i slept little, the welts over my body, a reminder that tiredness is an unforgivable relapse in the High Kingdoms of Power and the Head of House is always right and I am but a pawn in their game.