5 Stories from jo jo

 My Learning - Slave Farm - Jo Jo

My Master is the Head of the House and I am his slave in training. I have so much to learn,

Part I

Master - the one who must be obeyed.

“Hello!”

His voice startled her and immediately snapped her from her world of erotic fantasy. She jumped up from the table, closing the lid of the laptop and hurriedly threw her half-eaten bowl of coco pops into the sink.

“You’re home early Sir?” She answered, using as normal and level tone as possible, while frantically putting her hair up in a pigtail wishing she had taken a moment to brush it before going into the chat room.

She discovered the ‘room’ several weeks ago, on an afternoon when she was feeling extremely horny. She wanted to see some dirty pictures and read a few naughty stories. Her fantasy on that afternoon was being gang banged at a party she had managed to sneak out to when Sir had gone to sleep. She would never dare tell anyone of her fantasies and they had always involved her Master, him being the leading man.

Up until recently, her fantasies had always caused her to feel closer to him. It was becoming different now. She was meeting on-line master’s that would create scenarios for her to dwell on during the night. Here in the comfort of her own home, secretly using her Master’s laptop she had found a new avenue to explore these fantasies with anonymity. She loved it and had become addicted to it. For the first time in their relationship, he had fallen to second place in her life.

To stop him from discovering her secret new hobby and to cover up for her slothfulness around the house she had pretended to be unwell. She worked it to a tee, she would wait till he left for work, then go on-line until late in the afternoon, then she would madly do a dash around the house to make an effort to somewhat appease his desire for her to try and do a ‘few things’ during the day.

She had never known Sir to come home early from work; it was not a part of his work ethic, or life ethic. He was as exacting with himself he was on those in his service. His whole demeanor represented rightness; he was assertive, dependable and extremely protective.

He entered the room just as the laptop switched off. “Damn”, she thought, “had he heard that?” He pulled out a chair, sat quietly, and perused the state of affairs. It was as he had suspected: Last night’s dinner dishes still in the sink, the cat’s bowl with a residue of now sour milk riming the bottom, the dishwasher door opened just as he had left it this morning, as a gentle hint for her to put the dishes away and begin a new wash and then there was her! Still in her pyjamas, un-showered, avoiding eye contact and looking fearfully nervous. She knew she’d been caught.

“I came home early today not because I wanted to catch you out, but so that we could deal with this problem in a very open and honest way. I have known for several weeks now Joanne that you have been distracted. Now I know why, glancing at his laptop on the dining room table.”

He deliberately looked to the clock on the wall, 1:37pm. “His eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and hurt as he gazed on her disheveled appearance. What exactly is going on with you Joanne?” It was not a question he wanted an answer to.

He had only ever called her Joanne once before in the 4 years they had been together. She felt her buttocks tighten involuntarily as her mind darted back to that occasion, causing her to cringe momentarily as she remembered the whipping she received from him. She blushed, feeling her panties moisten.

He took one more look around the room and walked out.

She followed him into the lounge room and watched him unbuckle his belt, take it out of the loops on his pants, double it and rest it in front of him on the coffee table.

She watched him as He sat in silence, deep in thought like a judge in deliberation. Uncertain of his intentions she had the good sense not to speak, but rather stand a few metres away from him still and quiet, waiting for him to speak first. She had learned that about him. After all, he was the Head of the house and she was and loved being his submissive. Although of late not a practicing one. She knew the juror’s verdict came in as guilty. She now waited for sentencing.

The sound of his voice brought a sudden sense of relief to her. She thought she would die if he had not spoken soon. Why had she allowed herself to be taken up with silly on-line fantasies with strangers that could only dream of a life she lived in reality.

She had it all, real time. She scolded herself. She always knew by the tone of his voice what the how the day would end. Sometimes she would be deliberately naughty to get his attention..., which usually resulted in a firm spanking which she thoroughly enjoyed. In all the time she had known him, she had never heard him raise his voice in anger nor had he ever lost control, no matter how bad she had behaved.

Today his voice was different, it had an ache in it somehow and she knew she had crossed a line she had never crossed before.

Sternly he looked up at her. “Joanne”, he said. “We agreed together a long time ago that if the rules were broken, there would be consequences and those penalties can and do involve you being severely disciplined. You agreed to these rules. Do you remember?”

She remembered clearly their early conversations. She recalled how for several weeks before moving in together they had spent hours discussing freely and openly both their wants and needs. They discussed how she needed to be protected, loved and spanked. All being of equal importance and how he required loyalty, order and compliance. He agreed to be there for her so long as they both continued to share the same wants and desires. He upheld his side without falter. She did too, until recently.

“Yes Sir,” she said as she nodded, her eyes now filled with tears and her lips trembling. She knew she had crossed the line; She breathed easier, relieved by the fact that he had been willing to punish her rather than send her packing. She deserved the latter.

“Joanne, do you still want to be in this relationship with me, because if you want to be released, I will never hold on to you? I want you to understand that although I love you with all my heart, I will never hold you to a commitment that you want to be freed from.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to scream. “Sir, I am sorry, please Sir forgive me I love you and I am happy to be with you here forever!!!.” However, she did not she simply nodded and answered, “Yes Sir, I do want to be with you very much.”

“Then,” he said, “So be it, there will be discipline”. His voice grew stronger and his face reddened.

“Joanne”, he said looking at her intently. “I can overlook many things, areas in your life where you need space and time to grow and mature in. However, I will not tolerate you disrespecting me. You have lied to me repeatedly over several weeks by feigning sickness and having me worry so un-necessarily about your health and wellbeing.

He recognised within himself that he was angry. He stood up, picked up his belt and approached her. He raised the belt and said. “You deserve such a whipping girl.” He watched her step back and cringe waiting for the blow to hit.

He stepped away from her, “yes, my lil-one. You deserve a whipping.” “But, I shall not deal with you now”, he said sternly, he was too angry to discipline her and besides, he wanted her to have a few hours contemplating her behavior and his correction of it.

“You have got some work to do young lady, get yourself showered and dressed and then begin cleaning up this messy house, while I go back to my office and finish my duties at work”.

He placed his belt back in his pants noticing his hands shaking as he buckled it up.

Tonight he would discipline her as he had never done before. He had spanked her regularly, because he believed a woman needed to know her place and have constant reminders of it. However, tonight’s spanking would not be that kind. No, it would be cruel and deliberate. It will be punishment!

She wished he would beat her now, so she would not have to spend the afternoon thinking about how it would be. She had never seen him this way before. However, she knew better than to argue. “Yes Sir”, she said contritely.

As he got up to go, he looked at her saying. “I see that you’ve become acquainted with my laptop, I will email you instructions concerning the preparation for your discipline tonight and I suggest very strongly that you be organized.”

With that, he left.

Part II
Her punishment

She had an aire of sophistication and natural charm, he thought as he watched her drinking her martini. She had worn her black cocktail dress, draped in the pearls he bought her for their first anniversary. He could not help but notice the black sequined belt she had chosen to wind around her waist displaying proudly her nice well-rounded bottom. He felt an immediate reaction, as he thought of it naked before him.

“Hardly a punishment”, she thought as they dined in the cosy little French restaurant - Clos Maggiore. in fact, she really could not believe her good fortune. It was certainly not what she imagined, to say the least!

Looking over at her handsome date, white dinner jacket, black tie, silver hair; a tear came to her eye, how he had changed her life over these past few years. He excited her,she hoped they would go somewhere quiet after-wards and make love.

They had not been out to dinner for months, since his birthday January 18th. It was not that Sir didn’t enjoy fine dining, but rather he liked to marry it with an occasion. M’mm she mused to herself. “I wonder how this celebration will end.”

“How the year had flown”, she thought, as she watched him enjoying his Treacle Caramelized Gressingham Duck. Her mind darted back to the events of the day and how her heart had stopped momentarily when his email came through. She’d waited for its arrival all afternoon, stopping to check almost every 10 minutes. Then at 5: oo pm precisely it arrived. She had finished her chores and had the house looking wonderful; Sir definitely would be impressed with her effort. He was meticulous in everything he did and expected things to be done right. How could she have fallen so short over these past weeks?

He was going to take her out to dinner, smiling to herself as she almost fell over the banister getting the bag to her room. She was intrigued by his email.

Most of his discipline ended in cuddles but on the rare occasion, it wouldn’t. Once he was so annoyed with her he took her to their bedroom, pulled off her panties, put her over his knee and spanked the living daylights out of her. Just when he had, no strength left in his hand he promptly laid her over three pillows on the bed, took the razor strap from where it hung as a reminder on the back of the bedroom door and whipped her arse until she could endure no more. He left her sobbing on the bed. “Don’t come out of this room till morning he commanded her”.

The waiter came with the menu. “Dessert Sir”, his voice snapped her back to reality. She rarely ate dessert, but tonight she would, mainly because she wanted to steal more moments of the evening with him. She smiled at him when the waiter suggested the ‘Gateau au chocolat’, “how he loved chocolate cake.”

Their night had been perfect, they laughed and talked and flirted and of course their time together always seemed more evocative because of the ever unspoken knowledge of a spanked bottom lingering always in both their thoughts.

Over time she had grown to understand him, how he compartmentalized his life. It did not matter how busy he was at work, she was always free to call to say hi. She so much needed his attention and he lovingly gave it to her. Once again, she rebuked herself for her recent behavior. What had she been thinking?

The valet had the car waiting as they left the restaurant; she loved being spoiled this way. As she took her seat she noticed the suitcase sitting on the back seat, she had totally forgotten about that strange request.

He drove for about an hour, their conversation flowed open and easy. He always made her giggle and particularly tonight as her head was giddy with wine. “It would be just awful to be with a Master that forbade me drinking,” she thought, as her long blonde hair blew freely out the window.

The truth was he enjoyed her occasional tipsy state; it made her a little freer with him. He enjoyed her strength and vitality, her bubbly ways, but there was something in her personality that prevented her from letting go, a drink or two and she was a different person, she’d giggle with him and tell him all her secrets, like she was talking to one of her girlie friends. Sometimes the stories she told him would land her in trouble. He would use it to create opportunities for corner time or..!

He smiled to himself thinking of her impish ways. Of how she would try to dominate him in bed – she was not naturally dominate, but she enjoyed being rebellious and this was her way of getting his attention. He enjoyed her attempts at seducing him and her brave attempts at being ‘top’. It always amused him, because he knew all too well that it only took one stern word from his mouth and she would melt back into her submissive self-offering her torso for use at his command. He loved her, she was his itch. Naughty, adorable, fun loving and most importantly an extremely loyal loving friend to him.

On several occasions that night, he almost canceled his plans for her discipline, but to do so would result in a repeat display of disrespect she had treated him to over the past weeks. She left him no choice.

He stopped the car on a secluded hilltop at the entrance to a farm. It was quiet, not a car in sight. In the distance, you could still see the River Thames winding itself around the famous old buildings; Buckingham Palace and Westminster Abbey, the Tower Bridge, St. Paul’s. She was overwhelmed by the beauty of the city and by him and she was lost in a moment of love, memorized by the night...

“Jo, I need to tell you something, I need to speak with you.” His face looked serious, yet she could not resist him. The moon had etched him in a frame of eroticism and she lunged into his arms kissing him passionately. Separating his lips and swimming in his mouth with her tongue.

“M’mm Sir”, she felt him stiffen, giving her the courage to go further. Hurriedly she unbuckled his belt and released his thick cock that was bulging against the zip of his pants. She bent down to suck a little into her mouth, stopping only to wet her lips. She worked her tongue skilfully. “You’re a filthy little slut,” he said, as she opened his pants freeing his balls and sucking each one in turn. She loved his humiliation during sex, the dirtier he spoke the better it was for her. “Yes sir”, she said, “I am your whore, to use and abuse as you see fit.”

She held the head of his penis in her teeth biting gently at first, until he started to feel the pain shoot through his body... “ARGHHH, easy up girl”, and he immediately responded by slapping her arse with his big hand. “You fucking little brat”, he said, playing along with her. She had taken him over the edge and he knew their ‘little talk’ would have to wait.

“Please Sir, please make me beg”. It was one of her many little games and he loved playing it. “Down on your knees slut, now beg for it slut. Beg for me to cram my big prick down your little whore mouth.”

Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, she begged him. “Please Sir, fuck my mouth hard.” She wanted it so badly and he didn’t make her wait too long before he took his rock hard cock and forced her head down on it, forcing it down the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed.

Pulling away from him, he forced her again, but this time she was ready for it, swallowing as it entered her throat, taking it past her gag point and sliding that thick cock way back as far as she could. She was lost in passion and he loved looking at her, she began breathing through her nose so she could relax her muscles enough for him to get its full and thick length deeper into her throat. Just where he liked it. She felt it tighten inside her.

“Oh, yes baby” he said, as his body stiffened and began thrusting hard into her face. He felt like he was in her tight pussy as she began squeezing her throat muscles to his rhythm. His screams of pleasure sounded like magic to her ears. He fucked her harder than he ever had before, passionately yet somewhat coldly and he pulled out just in time to spray cum all over her wanton little slut face. She loved it.

Looking at her in the moonlight she looked so innocent, she had a manner about her that was bewitching, especially with his cum still dripping from her face. He slipped his hand under her dress and traced his finger down her leg flicking her panties to the side exposing a very wet cunt. What a shame to waste this pussy juice he said as he kissed her mouth tasting his own cum. Your Master’s going lick you out even though you’re a naughty girl and don’t deserve it. “Why don’t you ask your Sir to lick you out baby girl?”

Not waiting for her to answer he lifted her pussy lips up to his mouth. His right hand circling her hardened clit. “O you smell good,” he said and his tongue worked up inside of her. Would you like me to finger that little fuck-hole, would you...? Yeah?” She groaned in ecstasy as his large fingers entered her roughly. Here baby girl, this will make you feel better, fucking her now with three fingers deep up inside her and teasing her g spot.

Her head spinning in desire and squeezing her own nipples hard, spreading her legs further apart, her body trembling as he stuffed 4 fingers up into her. Her cunt muscles contracting tighter and tighter. She was ready to cum when he sat up and pushed her back in her seat. “Did you ask me permission to cum?” He mockingly scolded her. “No, you didn’t you little cum slut, Sir’s going to have to spank that little pussy hole of yours now.” Taking his cock in his hand, he began to hit her pussy with it. Spanking it with his growing hard cock he said, your pussy needs a thrashing. His voice, his cock, his authority it was all turning her on so much she could take no more and she began to sincerely beg for him to fuck her.

With that he forced himself in her and began to pump her pussy, taking her over the edge to orgasm. Ooh, she squealed with delight as waves of ecstasy spasming through her body. O fuck Sir, thank you was all she could say as she fell limp in his arms. He gently kissed her, “I love you baby. You know that don’t you?” Looking up at him, “Yes Sir, I know that.”

They laid there for a few more minutes enjoying each other. He looked over the back seat and saw the suitcase. Sitting up and adjusting his clothes, he said. Sweetheart it’s almost time for your discipline to begin.

She smiled and hugged him. “Yes Sir, I know I deserve it and I will never treat you like that again. I promise.”

“That’s right baby, because you are going to learn to appreciate your Master and what he does for you.” Sometimes it takes more than a thrashing Jo, to change a behavior. I have been spanking that bottom of yours for a long time now. Now it’s time for some serious discipline.”

At 10:30pm sharp, a car appeared from up the driveway. She didn’t take any notice of it until he leaned over and kissed her. Grab you bag honey; this is where you get off. She looked up at in disbelief.

He got out of the car and greeted the man on the other side of the gate, he spoke briefly to him and then handed him a folder.

He went to the back seat and got her suitcase “Come on sweetheart it’s late.” She sat in disbelief; she was frozen to the seat. “What is happening Sir?” she begged.

He opened her door and almost having to pull her out, he said. “Joanne let me introduce you to a friend of mine, Master Hattin”. Master Hattin was a British Army Colonel Jo, he now runs a Slave Training Camp.

“Colonel Sir, please meet my sub-girl Joanne.”

She nervously put out her hand for him to shake it, but he just nodded, picked up her suitcase and demanded her to get into the truck immediately...

Frightened she looked at her Master, looking for answers.

“It’s okay Jo, just do as you’re told and be a good girl.”

He stood there watching the tail lights of the old truck disappear into the night. “She’ll be fine”, he chided himself as he felt a tear form in his eye. “She’ll be fine”.

PART III
AT THE FARM

She woke early to a terrible siren and quickly jumped to her feet, it took her a moment to realize she had not had a nightmare but was really in Colonel Hattin’s slave training farm. Six other girls jumped to their feet and scurried to the shower block. “Hurry,” they shouted at her, we have to get to work. It was minus seven degrees and she was cold to her bones. She took out her Jeans and shirt, and now realized why her Master had been so specific with what she should pack. Three pairs of loose fitting jeans, and long sleeved shirts, warm loose fitting casual clothes, wellington boots, runners and an evening gown and shoes and make-up. He had underlined casual, wellingtons and a wind jacket. She smiled as she remembered thinking how strange his list it was.

The girls were in and out of the shower, dressed and had their beds made in moments and she had kept up with them smiling inwardly thinking this was a game she was playing. Rubbing her hands together as they all walked out of the stone cottage trying to warm her fingers, she asked. “Where can I get a coffee?” They all looked at her and snickered.

Jo’s job was to wash down the stalls while the cows were being milked, it was awful and it stank. She was not afraid of work, but she was upset because she had always considered this kind of work ‘man’s work’. With cow dung up to her ankles, she fought back tears as she struggled to muck-out the area before the milking was done. There was no doubt that if it was not done within the hour she would pay dearly.

Cindy one of the other girls had finished her job feeding the animals and collecting the eggs and she could not help but notice that Jo had not even half finished the concrete floor . There were only moments left before the cows would be freed from the milking machines and returned to the stalls. Smiling at Jo, she picked up an industrial broom and began sweeping. Both girls worked in rhythm, like doubles in a tennis match. They had just finished when Colonel Hattin came in.

Cindy, a petite girl was 29, her long black hair made her look younger and almost impish. She too was there for disobedience just like Jo; both girls got along very well and seemed to have a lot in common.

“I am here every few months,” she whispered to Jo, as they ate their breakfast and drank coffee, which Jo needed badly.

There were two sleeping quarters on the farm grounds, both were stone structures, one housed the girl slaves the other the boys slaves. The girl’s quarters were situated near the Colonel’s house, the boys was in a back paddock. There was a mess hall where they ate their meals, an old chapel with high ceilings and a big wooden door that served as a classroom, and then there was Colonel Hattin’s homestead.

Two weeks had passed by quickly and Jo was now well into the routine and apart from two disciplinary spankings for being late to class, she was confident she could get through the next two weeks and return home to her Master a different girl.

Jo hated the spankings on the farm because they were never followed by a hug.

Her own Master was strict with her and his spankings were hard, particularly the disciplinary ones, but she always felt his love.

Jo hated upsetting her Master and was more than pleased when her Master spanked her, because it would mean that he would not be upset with her for too long. After the spanking, everything would return to normal. Jo knew that she needed the spankings, but the problem with spankings was they always hurt.

Her Master would usually send her to their room for her discipline and it always felt like an eternity waiting for him to come in, although she probably only ever waited ten minutes. Finally she would hear him open the bedroom door and come into the room where he would sit down next to her and put her over his knee, pull down her panties and give her one of his warm-up spankings. His big strong hand would slap across her bottom, one cheek, ’smack’ and then the other.

It hurt so much and she always wished he would stop.
After he administered ten or so, hard spanks he would get her up and make her stand in the corner with her hands on her head for about ten minutes. This was corner time.
He would then pile three pillows in the middle of the bed as she watched him from the corner. Then he would deliberately and slowly undo the buckle of his belt and take it out of the loops of his pants.

“Over the pillows. Now!" he would tell her.
With tears running down her cheeks she would lay over the pillows, her already very red bottom pointing to the ceiling and her legs spread revealing a glistening pussy.
Then wrapping the doubled over belt around his hand, he would bring it down directly in the centre of her bottom. Sometimes it hurt so bad that she would let out a scream, which she would regret because it always displeased him.
With each lash, she would gasp close her eyes tight and then obediently count.

“One Sir. two Sir, thank you Sir”. She would obediently count.

After ten, he would stop, stand back and look at her red bottom covered in belt stripes and her pussy juices dripping onto the pillows. He would smile and sit next to her caressing her crimson bottom, taking time to finger her wet pussy.

“H’mm”, he would say. “You seem to be enjoying this too much.”

If she was exceptionally bad he would make her go to the corner again for 10 minutes to wait for her next punishment. The cane.

"I'm sorry I displeased you Sir." She would say, hoping that her remorse would bring her fewer strokes with the cane.

It never did.

He would always make her lay over the desk, arms stretched out in front and feet touching the floor.

His aim was perfect; the cane would whistle through the air and strike her burning into her flesh like a red-hot poker.
He always gave her five stokes at a time across her bottom and the tops of her thighs , by the time he’d finished she would be sobbing and crying hard, her bottom and thighs covered with welts.

He would then take her in his arms and into bed and hold her, letting her know he loved her and cared for her enough to discipline her, stroking her hair and gently wiping the hot tears from her face. His fingers caressing her and tracing the welts across her buttocks. Smiling at her.

“I spoil you,” he would say.

“Shhhhhhhh, good girl”.

However; at the farm the discipline was very different.
Colonel Hattin caned hard, very hard and he did it without emotion. Jo found this out personally. One morning she was running late for class, because she had broken a lace on her runners. She knew she should have just changed shoes but she thought she would have enough time to replace the lace.

She was 11 minutes late.

Colonel Hattin looked at the wall clock as she ran in and took her seat in the back row. The Colonel was visibly not pleased with her tardiness and summoned her to the front of the classroom. He gave her no time for an explanation but simply ordered her over the desk with her pants down.

She heard the boys snicker as she lowered her panties to the floor and leaned across the wooden desk, it was so large that it caused her legs to spread and she knew that she had the attention of everyone in the room. To make matters worse she could feel her pussy tingle as Colonel Hattin walked up to her and lifted the cane. '

“Dam.” She thought to herself, knowing everyone would be seeing her pussy juices.

She bit her lip as she felt the cane come whipping down on her bottom, she wanted to scream in agony, but refused to give the Colonel the pleasure of knowing he had hurt her.
“H’mm” he said, “we will see how brave you are after 15 more, one stroke for every minute you were late and then five more for not apologizing immediately on entry to my classroom.”

He whipped her so hard that she was not able to sit without a cushion for three days.