Charlies Choice - Don Brown

The columns were not full by any means, obviously all had regular additions to each name but I had never had to dismiss anyone.

Only a Game

The umpire called, 15 – 40, Roddick looked as though he was going to take a break of service.

The Umpire spoke, “Wait please.”

It was only a moment of silence, but to Amy it felt like an eternity.

Her heart was still pounding as his voice echoed through the loud speakers.

“Play.”

The reason for the delay…

Amy had missed another ball.  

It came right up to her and just as she bent down to pick it up it hit her foot and bounced back into the centre court. She stood upright, hands behind her back and swallowed hard.

Amy had always been a great ball girl and never failed to impress the crowd with her swiftness and skill.  She was a pupil of St Peter’s Church of England where she was encouraged by her coach Sir Mark.  Amy looked great, blonde 5’5” tall, small busted and very slim, she started playing tennis at the age of three and now in  junior High she was more determined than ever to be a tennis star .

Then another delay in play as a result of yet again another clumsy faux pas from Amy.

The ball bounced into the net, first service; she ran across and picked it up only to have it slip from her hand and roll towards the umpire.

Looking at her disdainfully, he scowled.

“Wait.”

Then setting the play in motion as she positioned herself beside him.

 “Play.”

She chided herself for her lack of concentration.  She normally had tremendous skill and precision.  As she was one of the best ball girls that had been chosen from her school and she passed all the tests with flying colours.  Her hand/eye co-ordination was second to none.

Now right here in Centre Court in front of 15,000 people and televised throughout the world she dropped her third ball.  It had landed just short of the net and rolled towards the centre, she ran in swooping down in a running action and dropped it, having to run back and pick it up.

She knew this was her third mistake and she shuddered at her ineptness and repeated to herself, “three mistakes”.  Amy knew full well that ball girls and boys from her school were punished hard for one mistake, but three! Omg she thought to herself.

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Every year Sir Mark faithfully bought a contingent of his best players to take part in the Wimbledon Junior Tennis initiative.  He was an expert tennis player and was heading for Wimbledon himself before the injury, now he came every year with his young want to be tennis stars.  Sir Mark was now in his late forties, a handsome man with a broad masculine shape and this summer  he sported a tan that made him look even more stylish and sexy as he sat in his usual seat right next to the Royal box.

Sir Mark was a well known junior tennis coach, he had a waiting list that was a mile long, even though his fees were the highest in the country, every society parent wanted their child to be coached by him.   He understood a player’s idiosyncrasies, what made them strong, what made them weak, he learned what made them tick and he personally moulded his young steeds, his way or no way. Without effort Sir Mark seemed to know how to handle each player. To be coached by Sir Mark meant you had a great chance to become a serious contender in the world arena, but to join his waiting list you had to first impress him as a ball boy/girl and you had to obey no matter what, and once accepted they knew not to let him down.

Tennis was everything to Amy and she was willing to pay the price no matter what….!

The set was over and the officials changed as did the girls and boys.

Amy filled up and fought back the tears as she quickly left the court.  It was obvious that people were looking and pointing towards her and she knew in her heart this would reflect badly on her trainer.

As Amy passed Sir Mark she dare not look up at him, she knew all too well what her punishment for sloppiness meant and she recognized she only had herself to blame.  Although everyone knew Amy had not embarrassed Sir on purpose, they also knew he had placed high faith in her, placing her on centre court which meant she had an obligation to fulfil, they all agreed she had let him down and humiliated him badly. Without a word being spoken all knew the penalty for such actions.

“Say goodbye to sitting for a week girl,” he whispered crossly as she passed him.

1:15pm.

Everyone ate lunch, except Amy who was sitting in the girl’s washroom.  Her thoughts were on what she would say to Sir Mark and how severe her punishment would be.  She also did not want to listen to the lunchtime conversations all would be having about her pending discipline.

Of course she was right because the canteen was filled with talk of what was to happen, the boys were hoping that she would be stripped naked and whipped in front of them and of course the girls were chatting 6 to a dozen as their pussies tingled at the thought Amy being beaten on the bare.

They all agreed they were certainly glad it was not them having to face Sir Mark, but deep inside many were secretly toying with the idea as they relived their fantasies of being told to pull down their pants.  There minds darted around the idea of exposing their bare and waiting for the thud to make its mark.  This thought had the pussies wet and their cocks hard, causing some to wish it were them instead of Amy.

1:10pm

Gym.

Amy went into the gym and as usual it was pretty packed, and Amy noticed today all the boys sat front rows.

The gym went quite as Peter came from Sir’s office and walked over to Amy.

“Sir says to meet Him in his office Amy.”  Peter said to her trying not to grin.

She walked over to the room at the end of the hall feeling hundreds of eyes riveted to her back.

She hesitated, held her breath, and then knocked.

“Come in.” A voice said from behind the door.

Amy entered mindful to keep her head down,

“You called for me Sir?”  Trying to speak through her dry throat.

“Amy whatever happened to you today? He said frustrated.

“Your concentration was terrible!”

He stopped for a moment to size her up.

“Are you unwell?” He was hard but not mean, and if the girl was ill he would never punish her.

“No Sir,’ she replied.

“I don’t know what exactly happened today, Sir.”

Now he was irritated.  She had no real excuse for her poor performance and she made no immediate attempt to beg for forgiveness.

“Well,” he said, “this has earned you a public punishment.

She nodded to him, knowing what was about to come next.

 “Remove your panties now girl.”  He said sternly.

“Yes Sir.”

Amy hitched up her tiny ball girl skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband, then trying to persuade him otherwise she looked at Sir pleadingly.

She was embarrassed and wanted to beg him to be able to keep them on, then thought the better of it and after a moments hesitation pulled them down to her knees.

Sir walked behind her and lowered her over His knee and slapped the tops of her legs, rapid and hard.

The noisy gym went silent in a second as all held their breaths as the listened to the Sir’s slaps and Amy’s tearful shrieks.   The boys getting harder and harder with each one and the girls tingling and wiggling in their seats.

Stopping momentarily, Sir said to Amy.

“Lift your skirt girl; I want to check that you are smooth.”

Amy obediently lifted her skirt and opened her legs so Sir could touch her from her bottom to her mons, so relieved she had shaved that morning.

Sir’s hand dwelt on her lips and as he did Amy heard a sigh escape her lips in-between her sobs.

As Sir Mark walked out from his office he smiled wryly to himself as he felt the electric atmosphere that had filled the gym.

A tearful Amy who walked two steps behind him felt nothing but dread.

There was no need to quieten the assembled group; you could have heard a pin drop.

Sir Mark cleared his throat and addressed the group.

“As you know Amy made several mistakes today”, he told them, “she will as custom dictates be punished publicly.”

He then went on to remind them of his rules.

“One mistake - is a spanking on the panties.”

“Two mistakes - is a spanking on the bare.”

Amy, now completely red faced, swallowed hard even though her mouth was dry.

“Three mistakes - is My belt on panties.”  He continued slowly now, and

“Four mistakes - is My belt on the naked behind.”

The crowded teenagers held their breaths,

“Amy strip now!” commanded Sir Mark

Embarrassed Amy lifted her white polo shirt and removed it.

Gasps came from the front row, only to be met by Sir’s eyes.

Next her sports bra unleashed her cute pert 34 B breasts, then her skirt followed by her trainers and socks.

Her hands immediately rose to her head, elbows back pushing forward her tits, as she was directed by Sir in the office.

All the time Amy’s head and eyes never left the floor.

The vaulting horse was put into place and Amy was instructed to lean over, a boy and girl at each arm and a boy and girl at her legs.   She was held firmly in position, with both leg holders feeling strong sensations as they stared up at Amy’s shaven secrets, her lips split.

Sir walked in front of her so she could watch Him slowly unbuckle His belt.   She felt pussy juice run down her legs as Sir pulled the belt from his pants.  She was sure the leg holders would see her it dripping down to the floor.

He stood behind her and issued her punishment.

 “Fifteen.”  Sir announced and all the girls gasped as the boys smiled.

What a picture she was he thought as he looked at her pure white orbs, especially now with her bright red and shiny freshly spanked thighs and leg tops.

Sir raised His arm and across her bottom.

WHOOOOOOOOSH

CRAAAAAAAAACK

One from the crowd said two.

After 9 Amy screamed at each lash and cried in between.

WHOOOOOOOOSH

CRAAAAAAAAACK

Ten…

WHOOOOOOOOSH

CRAAAAAAAAACK

Eleven…

WHOOOOOOOOSH

CRAAAAAAAAACK

Sir stopped, and rubbed Amy’s bottom.

All the boys shorts were sticking out in front and the girls fidgeted so`s not to show their clittys needed attention.

Last 4 Amy, the leg holders gripped tight and saw the tell tale drips glistening on her lips.

WHOOOOOOOOSH

CRAAAAAAAAACK

Twelve…

WHOOOOOOOOSH

CRAAAAAAAAACK

Thirteen…

WHOOOOOOOOSH

CRAAAAAAAAACK

Fourteen…

“Now girl, brace yourself for the last one.”  Sir

her

Amy screwed her eyes up and clenched her bottom tight.

WWWWHHHHOOOOSSSSHHHH

CCCCRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK,

AAAAGGGGHHHH,

Fifteen Sir…

The only sound in the hall was Amy’s loud cries.

Sir spoke, “all file past quietly and see what happens when rules are broken”.

They did as they were told, but not before Sir had pulled Amy further up the vaulting horse to give full view of her scarlet bottom and open wet pussy lips.

The room emptied, slowly of course, Amy still showing signs of distress.

When they were alone Sir helped Amy to dismount the horse, she collapsed into His arms.

“Thank you Master” she sobbed, “you truly are a great man allowing me to be beaten in public”

“Get used to it Amy if I am going to be your Tennis Coach!”  He said smiling not wanting to let this one get away in a hurry.  Yes he would have many years of enjoying this bottom he thought.

He scooped her into his arms, a proud Master and took her to His office.

He lowered her to her feet and bent her over, unzipped his trousers and like the young boys watching, was as stiff as a pole, he entered her from behind he fucked her hard until he filled her with his own cum, then as he emptied his last drop into her, he said.

“Cum now, lilone, cum now.”

Amy came hard and long.

Ahhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssss

Omg she collapsed overjoyed.

Dilema - Don Brown

You notice that My favourite wine has run out and you should have replaced it during the day, but forgot.

I always have a glass with dinner, and have done for as long as you can remember.

Dusk is falling, and you know you are not allowed out when the street lamps are on, it happened once before and the thought of the price you paid makes you cringe.

The decision is made as you rush out of the door, the wine store only 2 blocks away, you will do it easy.

As you enter the store the owner acknowledges you, one of Sirs good friends, i pick up 2 bottles and go to pay. I join the queue, keeping my eye on the drifting daylight.

At last your turn, you pay and go to leave.

The exit is blocked by 4 youths who make your exit impossible.

A bottle in each hand makes you vulnerable as a hand reaches under your jumper and cups your breast, tweaking your nipple, another hand from another youth cups your other breast.

A flash, the street lamps take it in turn as they light up, your heart misses a beat.

You look to the counter and see the owner on the phone and looking your way, as if talking about you.

A hand touches your pussy and you jump backwards, your tight one owner lips are split.

Tears fill your eyes, you gather inner strength and force your way out of the store.

Not looking back you run as fast as you can chasing daylight, to no avail.

At last you arrive home, in your hurry you had forgotten to take a key.

You lift your hand to access the knocker, at the same time you see the door handle being pushed down and the door begins to open.................

You see the back of your Master as the door swings open, as if it is a revolving door.

Stepping inside you close and then drop the catch lock on the door.

All you can hear is your heart thumping in your chest like a bass drum... Your breath struggling to keep you on my feet.

Trembling hands put His wine on the hallstand as you change from outdoors to indoor footwear. Now unsteady feet walk towards the kitchen with His wine, a bottle in each hand. Opening the fridge door you place the wine into the door rack.

Your Master is the fairest and most sensitive man you could ever wish to meet.

He has sat down with you on hundreds of occasions to aid your training... Talking and listening, giving and taking He shows His loyalty you.

In return he demands your loyalty, obedience and trust. Giving those three automatically entitles you to give and receive love.

Love is the basis of all relationships in this and most other Households.

The Master and Head of Household is the fairest of Sirs.

His rules and penalties could not be more simple and easy to understand and His guidance with the aid of correction and reminders the fairest you could ever wish for.

Your breath returns to normal but your mind belongs to a Grand Prix.

4 years ago, almost to the day saw you under similar circumstances. You heard the squeak of tyres and rushed to the door, just as a large black car went out of view. As you went to close the door you saw a bundle in the road. On closer inspection you found a small dog, which had been knocked down bye the disappearing car. A visit to the vet and a return home alone by the aid of the street lamps brought you in front of Sir.

It was explained to you of the seriousness of being outside, alone, by streetlight.

With only your top and skirt to remove you were soon ready for Sirs attention.

In such cases it was explained the security of a warm up spanking was dispensed with and your position attached to the ceiling hook was soon evidence of the seriousness of your actions. The ankle spreader bar attached securely was also testament of the amount of trouble you were causing your Master. A fact which you must remember when apologising at the end of your correction.

The long tailed whip covered every inch of your back to your waist whilst the medium strap took control of your tits nipples and midriff.

The cane made sure that you never forgot that visit to Sirs study or the seriousness of being out after the agreed curfew. Sir started with the intermediate cane, striping every 2 inches from your waist to your bottom crease on the back, and waist to your neatly shaved pussy on your front. The thin tawse with the triple cuts at the end took care of everything else below the bottom.

Sirs attention to detail ensured no part of your body was neglected and the two hours spent on the administration was indeed time well spent to ensure you would never have to endure Sirs parting words after you had apologised to him, if you ever need to appear between Me on such a matter again, you will think your skin had been turned inside out.

Knock, knock, Enter………………………………………………………………………….

Enter, I repeated, not really giving you chance to come in after the first command.

Your frightened body quietly comes into My sitting room.

You know the routine, particularly when you, a fully trained submissive lowers her demeanour to become a slave.

You remove your top and short skirt, your only allowed in door clothing, and you assume the Gor position of submission.

Kneeling down in front of me, back arched, tits sticking out proud, head held high, eyes lowered, knees wide apart and your hands upturned upon them, showing your availability.

A position that I know in different circumstances you love, but I see the sorrow etched in your face and eyes. Knowing its not sorrow for your meagre body, but sorrow in letting Me down, the second time in only 4 years.

I carry on reading, allowing you some thinking time. I know it is not needed but as the Head of Household I know the importance of humiliation.

I allow a full hour, time for reflection but also time for me to loose any anger I may have had inside Me due to your disobedience.

As a HoH Dom, I never punish during anger.

I stand and make you jump at my movement as you awake from your trance..

I make a point of brushing against you as I walk to My cabinet and take out My leading cane. Walking back to you i cut a stroke across your nipples, you stand immediately and I begin to walk to the punishment room. Your breasts push onto My cane as I lead you. You know failure to keep attached to my leading cane will earn you 10 extra cuts across your nipples and breasts on the way to My room.

We enter the room and I see an extra shiver run through your body as I stand you before Me. Your eyes full of tears and sorrow, but no fear, you know I am your Master and would never ever harm you, a strange parody for what is to unfold.

I hold out the cane and you take it in both hands and hold it in front of you, outstretched.

I leave you and adjust the height of My Catholic horse. A triangular piece of rough wood suspended at each end to whichever height I want.

I come back for you and take you to the horse. Your hands are shackled and I fasten them to the ceiling hook and pull you onto tiptoes.

The bar of the horse is highered so that the angled piece of the wood is rested against your open pussy lips, I pull one more notch on your hands to raise you even higher, and finally adjust the wood height to be pressed into your crotch.

Whilst on tip toes, no pain, as you tire and rest onto the wood the pressure makes your lips swell and bruise.

The look of acceptance in your face gives me the knowledge of your love for Me and the knowing in your mind that it is going to be a long evening..

I sit once again and read, the quietness of the room punctuated by my turning of pages, or your whimpering. Every whimper of your discomfort is met with six cuts of My lead cane, 2 across each breast and 2 across the fullness of your bottom.

After each lesson I add to your humility by pulling on your lips and seeing how nicely swollen they are becoming. The pain you suffer is only reflected in your eyes not in your voice.

As your toes tire so do the amount of lessons needed until one full hour has past, over double a normal horse correction.

I lower your hands as your pussy lips make full contact with the rough angled wood, a perfect fit as the bruising has grown to match the exact shape of the wood. The bar is lowered and you stand on unsteady legs, awaiting My next command.

I pick up my cane and lead you to the St. Andrews Cross……………

Being shackled tight to the St. Andrews Cross, draws a line in the sand of how far the following punishment will go.

I have already decided on the Cat O Nine Tails, maximum impact for minimum effort.

The large blue cabinet houses all the whips as I remove the 9 Tails from its designated position. I unfurl each individual strip of leather laying each length on the table, all 9 strips ready I lift the heavy leather handle and let the tails hang down.

Walking in front of you I drag the whip behind Me. It is part of what we have, for Me to allow you to see the next stage of your punishment. Your breathing becomes shallower as I take my position behind you.

My free hand touches your bottom, rubbing roughly, the omission of a warm up spanking leads me to want to have at the very least your nerve endings ready.

Reaching beneath you I feel your split dry pussy, the St. Andrews Cross gives no thought to modesty of the female body.

I take a strip of leather from my pocket and walk to your face and raise it, awaiting your response. You nod and open your mouth, I place the leather between your teeth and you bite hard.

Taking my position, push my arm behind me, then allow it to rush forward at speed, WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, each tail finding its new temporary home, round your neck, over your shoulder blades, under and over your captured arms. Each one then falling away and leaving a white, red then crimson stain. I hear the wind rush from your body and a stifled groan.

WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, the second stroke finds new resting places, your middle back down to your waist, wrapping round your midriff with a sickening thud. Undistinguishing noises escape your leather filled lips.

WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, covers every inch of your bottom, in your bum crack and spilling onto your open pussy lips. A muffled cry of acknowledgement escapes your mouth.

WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, and the attention moves to the back of your legs and down to your calves.

Standing back, the individual strips have done their job, angry stripes in every direction begins to make a pattern. Working back up and then back down your body again I fill in new areas with My skilful application. Giving plenty of time between each stroke for maximum effect.

Your body goes limp, then returns to life all the way through, the tight straps holding you in perfect position.

I lay the whip down on the table and roll each individual length back up, I then return it to its place in the cabinet.

Once again I sit, only the sound of you catching your breath and your disguised sobs fill the room. Given due time for you to compose I walk in front of you and hold the leather strip, your mouth opens and I remove it.

Your ankles followed by your arms are unfastened, your hands assume their position at the back of your head as you await instruction.

As you step back from the cross all the over spill stripes adorn the sides and front of your body. The back of you resembling a game of snakes and ladders.

You stand for 15 minutes, I pick up the lead cane and whip your nipples then lead you to the caning stool.

You bend fully over without instruction and I fasten you tightly in place. Your patterned bottom in an ideal caning position.

Walking to the cane cabinet it can only be the senior bamboo I choose.

I walk behind you and spread your ass cheeks and wedge the cane between them, then sits back on my chair.

As seconds turn to minutes I arise and remove the cane. Taking my position I begin to lightly tap, tap, tap across your spread bottom then my arm goes above my head and SSWWIISSHH CCRRAACCKK as a full bodied cut covers both cheeks. A welt soon rises proud from your skin.

Tap, tap, tap, SSWWIISSHH CCRRAACCKK, an inch below gets a gasp from you.

Tap, tap, tap, SSWWIISSHH CCRRAACCKK, in sickening repetition, cut after cut, all evenly placed and each bringing a response from your lips.

20 full hard cuts adorn your bottom from your waist to the back of your knees. I stop, spread your cheeks, and wedge the cane between again. I take my seat as you cry and sob.

As your noise subsides I remove the cane and replace it in it’s cabinet. Unfastening your restraints I allow you to stand, hands again behind your head.

Tapping your breast I lead you to the wall, you place your nose against the wall and I resume my sitting.

Quarter of an hour passes as I speak for the first time and allow you to stand facing me.

As Head of Household I must maintain discipline in My home as a warning and lesson to others.

"You Are Forgiven"

I take you into my arms and encourage your tears as i rock you backwards and forward. I cuddle your naked beaten body for over and hour till your tears subside into infrequent sobs. Lifing up your chin i kiss your lips as if we were young lovers.

Setting you back onto the floor, i stand and leave the room...........

EPILOGUE

It was with great regret that I had to issue such a severe beating. She had been in My Household for 7 years. Whilst she had received her share of correction, as defined in My recorded punishment book, she was by no means the worst in our home. Indeed some had almost double her entries. She was the most loving, honest and trustworthy sub, but……………..

Her lacking of obedience was her downfall. It was her second such incident since she had been with Me. One can be construed as a mistake, but two is disobedience.

Sir was always very generous towards me. He gave me everything I could ever wish for, and more besides.

In all my years with Him I have loved and cherished the relationship as He as Head of Household and I as being in need of Taking in Hand.

A sub/slave needs daily guidance on which road to take and of which job is required of me.

I have been everything from stand in Housekeeper to Sir’s bed warmer in the depths of winter.

It is with the greatest regret I caused Sir to have to take the time to beat me so hard for my disobedience.

 Nothing is ever as clear cut as it seems. My story was of the total love, trust, and respect, but lacked one essential ingredient, obedience.

The Woodshed - Don Brown

Daddy said I was lippy and needed to learn! It seemed that conventional ways to punish a little girl did not seem to work, so he said I had to go into the woodshed and wait for him.

It was my first time ever in there in my whole life. There were so many things I there I had no idea what they were even used for. 7 straps hung behind the door, from teeny weenie ones to well, to some really big ones.

Daddy came in and told me to undress at once. Take off everything!

I had never had everything off before, not in front of daddy, well not to be punished.

Omg what was he going to do to me, had I been so bad.

Daddy had decided seeing I was being so naughty it was time to use something a little less pleasant. Did he not know that any spanking was unpleasant?

I removed my school dress, my regulation navy blue panties and my rose coloured training bra, I went to my knee socks but daddy said to leave them on. He pulled over a wooden bench and sat down, I tried to cover myself with my hands but got 5 sharp slaps at the top of my legs and told, hands on head or by my side, I put them by my side, I felt a little less exposed, even though it obviously made no difference.

After a lecture that lasted for what seemed like hours, daddy pulled me over his knee really spanked very hard, it was in fact the hardest He had ever spanked me. His well time slaps echoed around His shed and although I tried so hard not to cry, I could no longer hold back. I cried, and cried and cried.

At last He stopped. Then daddy stood me up and walked me to the belts at the back of the door, removed one of the small ones and marched me to a large wooden bench. He tilted me over it making my hands almost touch the floor, hold the legs he said and do not move and inch. I did exactly what He said.

He told me to count each one and if I missed one he’d would begin the punishment all over again. Wow start over again I thought and made up my mind I would be careful to count correctly.

It was my first ever belting, ever and I did not like it one little bit. Although warm tingly feelings went all the way through my body especially when each stroke made me push my bottom into the wood top of daddy’s bench. The rubbing caused my little clitty to swell and I almost cum as I got to the 10th belt.

I prayed that daddy could not see the wetness I felt running freely from my little pussy.

After such a long time Daddy finally stopped and laid the strap over my upturned bottom, stay down till I return, or else he said, I stayed down.

I looked over my shoulder and saw daddy leave giving me the opportunity rub my pussy on the bench and……….. Ohhhh the feeling well was just so good; I almost forgot the soreness of my bottom, well almost.

I moved my hands under me and wiped away the wet part, I had no cloth so licked my fingers and hand clean, and it was so sweet, like one of those cream biscuits with jam in the middle, M’mmmm.

Daddy came back, removed the belt and hung it up, he lifted me up and onto his knee, I don’t know why but I just cried and cried and promised never ever to be bad again, he hugged me and kissed me and stroked my hair. I felt so safe and I really knew daddy loved me so much, how good he was to care about me and punish me.

I told him I loved him so much and he said he loved his little girl too.

I was not allowed to put on my clothes as I had some chores to do.

…………………………………

After my spanking in the woodshed daddy made me carry rough wood into the family room and place it next to the fire, it really rubbed my little girly titties to a point. We had guests too, Mr. and Mrs. Brownlow and their 16 year old son Billy. He saw my red bottom as I passed him and when I put the wood down I instinctively put my hands over my tiny titties and my pussy.Almost immediately I felt a spank on my bottom, it was daddy. Do not hide yourself girl, let Billy see what a naughty young girl looks like naked. Put your hands on your head. I did as I was told.I stood in front of them all for about 10 minutes then daddy said. "Nose to the wall." I have never been so glad of corner time.Mr and Mrs Brownlow went out of the room with daddy to look at his new car and left Billy with me. I heard Billy get up from his seat then felt his hand on my bottom. I jumped and said get off or I’ll tell my daddy.

Billy spun me round, he was a good 6 inch taller than me, he said if I did not do as he said he would tell daddy I was swearing and I was not.

I did not want daddy cross again so nodded reluctantly.Put your hands on your head and stick out your tits he said. I obeyed him slowly as I did he placed his hands on my nipples and squeezed them tight. He then placed his hand over my pussy and pushed in a finger causing me to go onto my tippee toes, tears came to my eyes, not through fear but because, well I err, I liked it.He undid his zip took hold of one on my hands from my head, jack it girl as he placed it on his cock. I did as I was told and he began to finger me hard, I cum at once, but he kept on going. His cock was growing in my hand. He then stopped fingering me and told me to kneel.When on my knees he moved his cock to my mouth and pushed it in. He said if I allowed him to fuck my face and swallow it he would tell daddy what a good girl I was. I did as he said and he then started to cum in my mouth. He moved his hands behind my head and I had to swallow it all.I had just finished and I could hear the grown ups coming in, he stood me up and turned me round. I felt so good but I would have loved to touch my pussy, but there was no time. Billy said, I will tell your daddy when he comes back if you say that again. "Say what?" said daddy as he came in. "Oh nothing Sir." Billy said.

"Now tell me this minute Billy."

"She said I was a perverted twat Sir, all because I looked at her."Daddy scooped me up and laid me over his knee in one movement, he faced my bottom towards Billy, made me open my legs and spanked me till I screamed, I tried to say he was lying but daddy just kept spanking. He stopped and I was so relieved till he laid me over Billy’s knee, why don’t you have a go Billy, you will need to do it soon enough, Billy laid the first spank on my bottom before daddy had finished speaking, omg how he hurt..........................

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He took pleasure in spanking as hard as he could on the bottom of a 15 year old girl, I hate him. He knows how he took advantage of me yet I end up being spanked, it’s just not fair. "I think that will do Billy." Daddy said as he finally stopped him beating me. I stayed still waiting knowing only to do as instructed and I was crying hard when Daddy told me to stand.

After a spanking I was always to put my hands on my head. My sobbing always caused my titties to bounce up and down and I had no way of stopping them; my face grew red from embarrassment, especially with Billy staring straight at them.

"Now apologise to Billy and his parents for being so rude."

"Yes Daddy." I said and went immediately to each and apologised. Billy and his daddy’s eyes were fixed on my nakedness but his mummy averted her eyes.

I then went to Daddy and said, please forgive me Daddy, I am so sorry to let you down. Daddy put his arm round me and led me to the corner, you know what to do, and I pushed my nose onto the wall and continued to sob. They all stopped about another 30 minutes and then stood to leave, Daddy went first to show them to the door, I was not spoken to and they all left the room, then Billy came back in to supposedly get his I-pod. He stood behind me.

"Just one word slut and I shout your daddy and tell him you tripped me up."

I nodded.

His hands reached in front of me and grabbed my titties and squeezed my nipples hard, tears filled my eyes but I kept quiet. He juggled, pulled and nipped them. Then he reached down and rubbed my pussy; my body let me down and I responded as he pushed his trouser cock into my very red and sore bottom.

"I am going to fuck you," he said.

"Meet me in your barn tomorrow at 4 o’clock."

"No!" I sobbed.

"Last chance girl; meet me at 4pm in the barn." He held me so tight it hurt.

"No!" I cried, trying to break free from his grip.

"Well don’t say I didn’t give you a chance." He said and released me.

I was so relieved and feeling so good that I had won.

When Daddy came back in he seemed displeased with me.

"Will you never learn?"

It was more of a statement then a question. I search his face to try a trace of what he was referring to. I could only assume Billy had said something to him outside.

"Please Sir, may I speak?" He looked at me with a look that meant, I am always willing to listen to my little girl.

"Sir, I never ever swore at him but he, he……" I could not finish my sentence as sobs filled my heart and I began to cry.

"But he what girl" said daddy, looking a little annoyed again.

"He touched me Sir, on my body."

"Will you never stop?" He said. "I suppose he fell when he came out that you never tripped him over to get back at him."

"No Sir no I did not, please believe me, Billy is telling stories to get me into trouble."

Slappppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp

"Now, to your room at once and get into bed, I will deal with you in the morning."

"But Sir…….," I tried to protest, but looked at his face and immediately changed my mind.

I went to bed and sobbed till I fell asleep and when I woke, Daddy was standing over me with his belt doubled in his hand.

"Nooooooooooooooo, Daddy I never did anything."

"Put the pillows into the middle of the bed," he said.

I did as I was told, pulled down the pillows and laid over them; I was used to the position.

"This is not for what you did to Billy, but for lying to Daddy, prepare!"

I tightened my bum cheeks and waited for the first one to connect.Whooshhhhhhhhh

Crackkkkkkkkkkk"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww".

It landed perfectly across my both cheeks and its sting pierced through my body rushing right up to my brain with in seconds. I was in intense agony as my bottom was so painful from the previous day, I thought I would faint. I forced myself to focus and to obediently count as I was instructed.

"One, thank you Sir."

Whooshhhhhhhhh

Crackkkkkkkkkkk

"Two, thank you Sir." Daddy’s punishment was really intense this morning, I could hardly breath.

Whooshhhhhhhhh

Crackkkkkkkkkkk

"Three, thank you Sir."

Whooshhhhhhhhh

Crackkkkkkkkkkk

"Four, thank you Sir.""This is the last one." Daddy said, as the belt struck.

Whooshhhhhhhhh

CrackkkkkkkkkkkDaddy placed it diagonally across the other four, not as hard as the normal last ones, but enough to get me sobbing again.

Daddy turned me over and cuddled me close, rocking me gently. What you must understand lilone is you are a girl and little girls are here to make the men folk happy.

You will never ever win an argument so never try, yes Daddy I said, I knew my place and always have.

Daddy cuddled me gently and played with my little pussy till I stopped crying. Then he laid me down and used his hands to give me such a lovely warm loving feeling below.

Morning Delight - Don Brown

Daylight was creeping through the curtains; the rays seemed to bounce off the bedroom walls as the light breeze gently moved the blinds.

Jo knew it was time to awake her Master, she had a built in alarm clock, she had done the same thing, at the same time, every morning for the last 6 months.

Her Master was on his side facing her. She crept below the covers and felt for his slack cock with her mouth. She found him and got an immediate reaction as he stiffened.

Whilst laid on His back and she took her position between His legs. What would be His choice this morning, it did not matter, and it was His choice. He sometimes just allowed her to feed on His cum, or put her on top as he laid and let her fuck Him the fact is He always took her whatever way He desired.

Jo took him further in going deeper and deeper, she was a skilful worker, cocks were her forte, she loved Sir’s the best, and any more she was instructed to take on His command.

Sir was happy to be sucked this morning, yesterday he lent her over the bedside cabinet and took her from behind, it was a little painful, as she had received a bedtime spanking, she had done nothing wrong, it was Sirs reminder of how much he loved her.

She worked Him hard, gently massaging each ball gently as she rubbed the bottom of His shaft, Sir grunted His sweet grunt of satisfaction as He came and jo swallowed every drop. She licked him clean as her hands brushed through His manicured bush.

Sir fastened His hands around jo`s hair and pulled her up to his chest where she lay her head, His arms around her, His hand on her right nipple as he brought it to attention.

Jo was soaking, she had already cum. It was hard for her to conceal it, as she patiently waited for him to cum, masking her pleasure through groans and yielding to her waves of passion as His swept through his body.

Sir laid her on her back, and took the same position she had just been in herself.

Jo felt relaxed as Sir moved up the bed and kissed her passionately. His tongue still sweet with her nectar as He delved and explored her mouth.

He split jo`s lips with his long fingers and probed her valleys with His tongue. Her back arched as she spread her legs to give her Master better access, He nibbled her clit and rolled it between his tongue and teeth, it was too much, she asked to cum and Sir nodded she came hard and strong, her Master tasting and savouring every drop.

They lay in each other’s arms for what seemed an age, it was weekend so no hurry, moving positions Sir told her to shower. Jo arose at once and went to the on-suite and showered, she was so happy, she began to dry as Sir entered and showered, patting her bottom as He passed. She powdered, deodorised and went back into their bedroom.

She stopped with a start; the bed was straight but had 3 pillows in the centre of the bed and Sirs broad belt laid besides them. Jo could only stare and it wasn’t long before the quietness of the shower brought her back to consciousness. She quickly laid herself over the pillows, legs as wide as they would go, arms outstretched in front and her bottom high, like a mountain breaking through the clouds.

Sir picked up the belt and laid it gently over jo's back and drew it down her back to her bottom cheeks and rested it on her pussy lips.

The all of a sudden He removed the belt and jo heard a whoosh and a crack, milliseconds later she felt the searing pain the first stroke always brought.

"One thank you Sir."

Whooshhhhhhhhh

Crackkkkkkkkkkk

"Two thank you Sir." Jo soon realised this was punishment belting.

Not due to the strength of the strokes, Sir always belted at the same strength, but because he never stopped her counting, which he knew kept her focused, hence no sub state.

"Three thank you Sir."

Whooshhhhhhhhh

Crackkkkkkkkkkk

One after the other deliberately took there place on her bottom. Jo was soon sobbing.

"Eight thank you Sir." Now crying hard.

Whooshhhhhhhhh

Crackkkkkkkkkkk

18 t-h-a-n-k y-o-u S-i-r.

Last two, Sir spoke for the first time, jo clenched her knuckles till they were white, she knew what to expect,

WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK,

WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACKK,

19 and 20 thank you sir jo said in a higher pitched voice punctuated with tears.

Sir grabbed jo`s hair and brought her to her feet, her hands immediately to her head. He led her to her usual corner and she opened her stance and stood sobbing. Her firm tits bobbing up and down with each breath.

Sir dressed and walked over to jo, he spun her around and pinched a nipple and led her back to the bed. He sat her on His knee, His strong arms pulling her to His body, she broke down and sobbed again on Sirs shoulder, still oblivious to the reason for her punishment, she also knew she may never find out, and she did not care. The fact Sir took His time to correct her was all she needed to know.

Sir spoke, I love you jo, you are My perfect sub, My best friend, My lover, do you know why you have been punished this morning?

Jo shook her head between sobs.

You came without my permission this morning, didn’t you… you know you are not allowed to cum without permission.

Wiping hot tears from her eyes, fighting back more. She sobbed, "yes Sir."

He had tasted her first secret cum as He ate her not an hour earlier. He knew!

Vaccation - Don Brown

The rain was unrelentless as it fell for hour after hour; we were lucky that the old ferryman’s lodge we had hired was both water proof and wind proof. Its location also gave us a bonus of soundproofing too, something we would be glad of later in our stay.

We arrived and pulled under the wood store with our car to enable us to keep a little drier as we unloaded. Once done we locked the car and bolted the lodge door as darkness was falling.

We loaded up the log fire and made sure we had plenty of dry wood in the lodge. Our food supplies were enough for the whole duration of our stay.

The bathroom had a huge roll top bath big enough for a family, and a wet room for a shower. The hot water was supplied courtesy of the log burner, as were the old-fashioned radiators and pipes.

Every where you looked were beams with hooks on them which had been used for hanging food or ornaments, how useful they would become over the next few days with new adornments.

Our bed was a king size and made of oak with huge pillars of solid wood at each corner. Over the years the bed had all sorts of adaptations with holes drilled here and notches cut there.

You inform me all our clothes and food is stashed and have I any requests.

You stand in front of Me in your pink tight crop top, no bra, you were not allowed to bring any with you, tight light blue mini shorts with mini high leg pink panties.

I stand and undo the button of your shorts and put my hand down the front of your panties, I cup your pussy and squeeze your pink puffy lips.

All feels as smooth as a baby as I pierce your lips with My middle finger and feel you are soooo wet. I push in deep and move it upwards and uncurl my finger on the inside top of your tight pussy. Soon finding your secret G spot.

Your response is instant as you move onto tippy toes and your nipples spring into life as if on a coil just waiting for their release.

Instinct tells you to place your hands on your head as I pinch your nipples through your crop top. Your breasts tight to your body forms a spring board for their launch as they try to escape your tight top.

My other hand fingering and teasing your soaking cunt. Squeezing your lips and flicking your clit with My thumb. Your inner muscles gripping my finger as I begin to withdraw it. You whimper as it leaves the warmth of your pussy.

I lower your tight shorts over your bottom and down your legs, followed by your wet pink panties, you step out of them quickly. I lift your crop top up to your neck and show off your fantastic tits, I can’t resist a twist of your nipples.

The glint in your eyes shows me that you are fully focused on what lies ahead.

I put my leg up on the second rung of the stair steps and lean you over, just the right height for your bottom to be at a spankable angle, spank, spank, spank, spank, you let out a muffled scream, which drives me on, and on, spank, spank, spank, spank, your bottom turning he colour of the panties I just took off. I reach below you and finger your wet cunt again, your bottom immediately rises for more spanks…………

I spank your bottom until you come over my hand, it does not take long, you are well trained. I stand you up and taste you from my hand, I then allow you to clean My hand with your eager tongue. I squeeze your nipples to pronounce them; I have future plans for them.

I bend you over to touch your toes whilst I look for My bag. Retrieving my black leather tool bag I undo the straps on roll it out. Everything in its place, tawse, short whip, assortment of canes, crop, paddles and various clamps. Butt plugs and different sized vibrators finish my collection.

I select a 3-way clamp. Walking back to you I admire your gym-toned bottom and athletic legs. You work out hard to keep yourself fit for your Master, and I appreciate it.

A sharp slappppppp on your bottom brings you to attention, your hands immediately to the back of your head, your tight to your body tits, sticking out.

I rub over your nipples with the flat of my hand; they soon take up their stiff position.

I fasten a clamp on each one tightly, I see you wince, so give each one an extra half turn.

I lead you to the edge of the bed by your new clamps and sit you down. You bend backwards and stick up your pussy. I unfasten my belt and fold it in two and tell you to split your lips, you open your legs as quickly and as wide as possible.

A pinch of your clit starts to bring it to life and 5 cracks of My belt brings a grunt from you and your clit standing proud from it’s hood. I fasten on the third clamp and finger you at the same time to help ease the pain.

Standing up I lead you around the room concentrating on each clamp in turn. I clip on an extra chain and tie you to the staircase banister; three steps up, to put you on your toes to ease your pain. I kiss your lips and push My tongue into your mouth and your tongue rushes to meet mine.

Walking away I slap your tits with my hand and you let out a receptive moan.

I select My thin strap from My leather tool case and walk to the bed. I place 2 pillows in the middle and return to you. Offering the belt to you, you open your mouth and grip it tight in your teeth. I unfasten you and lead you around the room and finally to the bed. You lay down making sure your bottom is well raised to receive My belt.

I lift your chin and remove the belt, rubbing your cheek.

Trailing the belt over your upturned bot you push up towards it. Raising my arm shoulder high I bring it down over the fullness of your lovely bum, wwhhoosshh ccrraacckk 8 more strokes follow, all spaced not to touch the previous one.

Last one, I inform you, your bottom tightens and closes tightly as I raise my arm head height, WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK as I place a diagonal stripe across the other 9

A grunt of pleasure leaves your lips or disappointment it was the last stroke.

I gently rub your bottom and turn you over, your pussy raised up off the pillows. I lower my pants and take them off.

Move to your front and mounts you. My cock splitting the lips of your soaking cunt.

Your hands grip My bum cheeks pushing Me deeper into you. Your engorged clit pressing onto My pube bone as I push in and out of you. I raise My hands to your tits and pinch your nipples between My finger and thumb as they come to life……………

We made the most sensual love, 2 souls as one, 2 bodies together and so much in love.

I tire of your pussy and turn you over, wetting your bummy with your pussy juice first, and then moving to allow you to suck my cock.

You get to engrossed and 4 sharp cuts of my belt to your back remind you that I only want My cock lubricating.

I withdraw from your mouth and move on top of you. I push my cock into the tightness of your bum hole, you squeal so I whip your back again, quiet girl, I ram in further, you squeal again. I reach to the side of the bed and retrieve your panties, open girl, you open your mouth and I push in your juice soaked panties till you almost gag.

Returning to my task I ram in my cock half way, three quarters way, home.

I fuck your tight hole roughly; reaching in front I pull your nipples, one in each hand and use as handles to pull you nearer. You try to squeal and cry as I use you harder, your tits stretching as I pull, your bottom splitting it with my cock, then I cum, I fill your small hole with My seed, squirting and squirting.

When I have done I turn you onto your side and remove your panties, you thank me and beg for more, later my girl later i say.

We laid entwined for what seamed an age just hugging and cuddling and acting as lovers act happy with each other’s company.

I go to run a bath as you go to fix us a drink.

I used the best Paris bubble bath liquid and surrounded the edge of the bath with scented candles.

You returned with Champagne and strawberries. I opened the bottle and poured 2 glasses and we get into the bath, drink and dunk strawberries and feed each other.

I then take you in the bath, doggie style and have you howling like the way you like it, hitting your G spot with every stroke.

When I have finished fucking you I allow you to wash Me.

I get out of the bath and you dry me gently by patting Me with a soft towel. You get My robe and place it over My shoulders, I lift My arms and let you tie the belt.

You of course are not allowed to dry or wear clothes indoors. You must be ready at all times to be used and abused, but you would not have it any other way, you are a slave, you are My slave.

You serve Me to the best of your ability, you love everything you are told to do as you know how it pleases Me. If you had a choice, which of course as a slave you never have, you would choose not to be lent out for the weekend or for a few days during the week.

You know my only rules are you are not allowed to come back with any scars.

Sometimes you are treat as a person, you are asked things and offered things, still fucked in every hole and beaten but at least asked.

The last time you went out you were abused terribly. Your temporary Master brought in 2 other friends and you were used 24 hours a day and brutally punished by any implement available. The worst being an electric flex which was whipped over your pussy whilst your legs were held open, then fucked as you bruised and got swollen, then used in every hole at the same time.

You being lent out pleases Me as you obeyed and showed humility when you returned. I never knew what happened to you as you are only allowed to talk, when spoken to.

Sitting in the chair in front of the log fire I beckon you to me. You position yourself with hands on head and tits out. Your nipples like arrows; still a little damp and chilly from the draughts of the lodge they do a natural act.

Gently reaching for a nipple I pull you towards Me, sit you on My knee and cuddle you.

I tell you how much you please Me and how much this weekend will mean to us both. If you are a good girl you will only receive the odd reminder, but if you displease…………

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

We doze in the warmth of the room; you snuggle in tight, curled up on My knee. I wake you by tweaking your nipples gently, your legs automatically open. Your shaved mons glisten in the firelight.

Time for a reminder, you have slept over 3 hours girl, with no food on the range.

You apologize and jump off my knee and take up your kneeling position.

As a reminder you know it is not going to be severe, My reminders always sting but never cause you the greatest of pain, as the word describes, it serves as a reminder not to let it happen again. Also reminders are given with the greatest love a Master can give to His slave. Whilst corrections are also given with love, the slave must never cum during the punishment.

Bring the wooden spoon girl, I instruct. You immediately jump to your feet and go to the cabinet and bring Sir the spoon, standing in front of me with hands on your head I spank each nipple twice, they stand proud at once as you push them further forward for more.

I smile, reach for your hair and pull you forward. I kiss your lips as a lover greets his sweet heart. The glint in your eyes begs for more attention.

I move forward on my seat and pull you over, as you bend My left hand takes its position cupping your pussy and you push onto me hard.

You glance back and I catch your angelic smile. Your hands grip the chair legs and your bottom relaxes.

I tap, tap, tap gently on your bottom followed with TAP, a full dard spank with the spoon.

Time after time I tap, tap, tap, then TAP. With every TAP I push in and out of your pussy.

You cum after only 20 TAPS, your bottom bright red now.

You slide off My knees and open My robe. My slack cock hanging down. You use your skill to take Me into your mouth.

I grow immediately and fill your mouth as you suck and lick, bite and nibble. Touching the back of your throat you gag a little, your eyes constantly looking up at Me, which you know I love.

Further down your throat I go as I grow to full size, I let you taste some pre cum then pull out and turn you round on all fours.

I kneel behind you and slip my stiff cock into your warm wet cunt, your take a deep breath and take Me all.

I bang into you, my balls hitting the front of your pussy. My hands reaching underneath and playing roughly with your clit, pinching and rubbing hard, trying to push a finger in as well as my cock.

Then reaching forward I grab your dangling tits and slap.

Fucking and slapping I bring you to climax. Then leaving My cock in I sit on your back and slap your ass, move girl, you start walking forward, like a slut horse who wants fucking all the time, slapppppppp, faster.

Mm feels you need wakening up I climb off you and pull my belt out of my trousers.

Wwhhoosshhhh ccrraacckkkk across your back, and another, wwhhooshhhh ccrraacckkkk. You lurch forward, so I go to your head, suck you cum slut, the harder you suck the less lashes you get, wwhhoosshhhh ccrraacckkkk, reaches your bottom as I push further into your throat. I hold you to me tight by the hair and force your nose into my lower body thus making it impossible for you to breath, I ease off and give you another sharp cut, wwhhoosshhhh ccrraacckkkk.

Goes back behind and pushes fully into your welcoming hole fucking you roughly. Feeling you spasm I pull your hair back hard, lean forward and kiss you deeply and long as we both cum hard, I pump into you again and feel your cum on my shaft and your eyes rapidly blinking show Me you have cum.

Walking back to your front you kneel and take My cock and lick it clean, again looking up at me through thankful eyes.

We shower and fall into bed in a heap, cuddling all night and never letting go of each other, tomorrow is another day, and what plans I have for you………………………

As the dawn breaks we are greeted by the rays of sunshine dancing on the lodge walls. They beam through the trees, which encase us.

You have bean awake for some time but dare not move or wake Me, and we wake as entwined as we first slept.

Both naked we go and freshen up and I put the kettle on the range, it boils in the time we have finished in the bathroom and I fill the well-used black coffee pot to the top. The aroma soon fills the lodge and is punctuated with the plop of it gently boiling.

Looking outside I see the shallow brook leading into a deeper pool which is only a few metres from the lodge.

Fastening your lead to your clit ring I open the lodge door and lead you outside.

Standing by the pool I instruct you get in, you look apprehensive as it is cold in the air and the pool will obviously be freezing. A tug on your lead and 4 sharp hard slaps to your bottom soon makes your mind up.

You walk in to your knees, your teeth chattering, I point and you push forward and swim a few strokes. You stand and look at me and I beckon you out.

We walk back to the lodge and I fasten your clit lead to the porch rail, like tying up a horse.

I enter the lodge and pour a coffee, selecting my short handles whip as I return to the porch in my robe.

Seeing your freezing wet form in front of Me, you see My whip.

Putting down the coffee I fondle your breasts and pinch your bullet hard nipples, your shivers change to moans. I raise My whip shoulder high and give you 4 sharp cuts on each breast, ensuring the nipples get the most attention.

Then I lean you over the banister of the porch fence and whip your bottom, gently for 10, then two to keep you alert.

Unfastening you I lead you into the heat of the lodge, unhook your clit lead and lay you on the bed.

You open your legs as I mount you from the front, your legs automatically wrap around my waist as we make the most wonderful love.

After showering and taking you again in the wet room you dry Me and robe Me.

I take you to My seat in front of the roaring log fire and get you a hot coffee, you keep hold of My hand as you take the cup from Me, and stare wantonly into my eyes.

I mix a light pancake mixture and place some onto the hot range plate. After making a pile I gather the syrup and jam and sit in front of you and serve you spoonful by spoonful, alternating between us.

We eat our fill and drink more coffee. As we are going for a walk you are allowed to dress, we leave the lodge in brilliant autumn sunshine and walk into the wood. After an hour or so we sit on a fallen tree, holding each other tightly, kissing each other’s lips and enjoying each other’s love.

Pulling apart I pass you a knife, you know what is expected and you leave to cut a willow switch.

As you return you use the knife to trim off all the leaves, you pass Me the knife and hold the switch out in both hands.

I place my coat over the rough tree and take the switch from your hands; you instinctively strip completely and bend over the fallen tree. Looking back over your shoulder our eyes meet and our love blossoms into the power struggle, Me for holding the switch and you for selecting the whippiest of branches.

The Visit - Don Brown

It was 9.15am and Sir Mal told Daisy of the forth-coming days plans, it was a Saturday and He did not have to work. He had planned a visit from a fellow Dom.

He was a `Whip Expert` an implement Sir Mal had never preferred, but felt Daisy was getting too complacent with her current correction and needed something to beat it out of her.

Daisy gulped as she was told, and thanked her Master for His consideration. She wondered why whenever her Master sprang a surprise on her it usually meant she’d feel pain.

The last time was when Sir decided she needed some body adornment and he took her to the high street to be "linked", a saying for having your hood ringed. She was to wear only a dress for the occasion and when they arrived in the piercing room she had to strip naked in front of the young man who was to perform the task, which caused her to blush, but did as she was instructed at once.

Then the time there was a similar instruction. Sir had taken her for her first Brazilian waxing. She was told to bend over the waxing couch and right in front of the Chinese girl who was to do the waxing was given 6 with Sirs belt.

She knew the penalty for hesitating so obeyed His orders immediately. Once naked she awaited further instruction, with her hands on her head, back arched tits out, it was her normal stature for presenting when outside.

She was told to sit upon the table, lay back and place her legs in the stirrups.

The ring was loaded into the gun, then, POW! Followed by an; Owwwwwwwww.

Now tonight, she had new instructions: She was to go shower, then change into her slave dress. It was just one piece of beige, cotton material which when placed over her shoulder, spread out and caught with a thin piece of the same material around her waist which gave her the appearance of a slave during the 15th century.

She duly obliged and heard the doorbell ring twice as she was descending the stairs. She rushed to open it and into her view came a sight she would always remember. A man in his late twenties or early thirties, maybe six foot four inches and dressed in a white shirt and matching chinos. He was immaculately groomed with longish dark hair swept into a left-sided parting and combed back complete with designer stubble.

She was tongue tied by his appearance and gave a garbled introduction, then stood back, head bowed until He had entered the hall.

"I see we need to do something regarding your manner girl," he said.

She wanted to say yessssss pleaseeeee, but decided quickly it would do her no favours so she politely said, "Yes Sir".

She closed the door behind him and led Him to Sir’s study and knocked on His door;

"Come in." He said not getting up from His desk.

"Your visitor, Master, "she announced.

"Ah! Welcome to My home Sir Red. I see you have met my slave, Daisy."

"That I have", he said. And he thanked him for the kind welcome."

"Drink Red?"

Red accepted and thought he might just and an iced tea for now.

"Coffee for me."

Daisy went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks and returned to her Masters study, she knocked.

"Come in Daisy."

Daisy opened the door and set the drinks onto her Master’s desk and stood with her hands by her side and head lowered.

The 2 Doms talked while they drank.

"Right Daisy" Master said, "Go to the punishment room and wait; presented."

Daisy opened the door off the hall into the room Sir used for her punishment; in a previous life it was a large drawing room.

She pulled on the bow of her tie and her tunic opened. She removed it from her shoulder and placed it neatly on the clothes hook by the door, Sir called it, `the naughty girls’ knickers hook.’ To be able to wear knickers in the first place would be a treat in itself she thought.

She took her clit lead off the adjoining hook and attached it to her ring and placed the lead over her shoulders.

Her hands to her head arched back, tits out and head lowered, and wait.

Sir Mal and Sir Red arrived after about 20 minutes, Sir Red had something in his hands, but she tried not to look.

Sir Mal sat on his chair and called Daisy forward, she moved to His side and he took her lead and led her over His knee.

She had prepared and now her preparation was rewarded with a good hard hand spanking from her Master. He spanked and talked as daisy fidgeted over His knee. He was very skilful and covered every inch from the back of her knees to her waistline. She got wetter and wetter and used Sirs thigh as a rubbing post on her pubic bone. She was talented herself and could cum in secrecy, unless Sir tasted her, then she was in real trouble.

The last time had her unable to sit for 4 days, with an additional bedtime spanking for 3 nights, hard and over the spanking stool.

Tonight’s spanking was not because she had been naughty for correction, or even as a reminder, but for her benefit. Sir Mal wanted her bottom to be as receptive as possible to its new feelings.

Sir Mal finished and pulled hard on her lead, breaking Daisy away from her enjoyment. Yes enjoyment! She loved, no craved to be over her Masters knee for a bare bottomed spanking. Yes it hurt at first, but Sir soon progressed from the early spanks to the more rapid ones which He knew Daisy loved.

He pulled her up on her feet where Daisy stood, hands straight to her head, arched and pushing forward back, waiting for what was to come next.

Looking at His visitor he smiles and handed her over to him she’s all yours now Red, quite eager himself to watch his slave experience a new level of pain she had craved.

By the smile on the visitors face, she knew he was please by her Master’s offer.

Sir Red took Daisies lead and pulled it up, forcing her to tip toes, both saw the wetness on her inner thighs and the damp patch on her Sir’s trousers where she had lain on minutes before wanting so badly to cum.

He took her to a ceiling hook in the centre of the room and attached her to the shackles and hoisted her to her toes, displaying her beautifully and noting Daisies now glowing bottom.

Red acknowledged Mal’s expertise.

When He was happy with her positioning, he circled her like someone ready to purchase a prize pony. Then standing facing her, he hand cupped her Môn’s and nipped her lips, then seized her full breasts and rock hard nipples. She let out a slight moan in response. "Good girl,’ he said.

He walked back to where Mal was seated and gave him the single tailed dressage whip. This whip is a favourite of Doms, when used correctly it punishes every inch of the slaves body, in the order you place them. Its sting produces the endorphins a slave needs to comply. Use it as though you were fly fishing, fresh air shots till you get near to the spot you wish to touch. Once skilful you will be able to pick off each nipple at will, Red chuckled as did Mal.

She heard the whistle get nearer and nearer then felt the touch, then the sting, then the stabbing pain it left.

It was followed by 5 more over her bottom and back with a final one licking her pussy lips, which brought a shriek.

"You are a natural," congratulating Mal.

Red then handed Mal the multi leather tipped flail whip.

This one I use to punish with. The long thongs spread over a large area on each whiplash and the leather tips remind a girl of her place. My advice is 10 maximum, and use it to finish a punishment off.

Now with this one you throw the whip shaft as if you were bowling at a ten-pin bowling alley, but to the side of course. The follow through is the impact of the lash.

Mal sent his first bowl and aimed for it to wrap around her chest, Daisy screamed loudly!

"A strike I think Mal." And both men laughed.

He gave her 4 more with equal force and with the exact same result, a loud shriek followed by sobs.

"I think that will do for now Red, placing the whip down and looking at its effect on Daisy’s now welted body. "It has indeed been a pleasure."

Red nodded in pleased agreement and left the implements he’d brought along in the room. Mal saw him to the door and on leaving handed him a white envelope. He smiled with a strange satisfaction as he returned to the room where Daisy was still sobbing hanging in her shackles.

He then undressed and pulled His belt through its loops and put it round Daisies neck. He pulled on it as He stood behind her, His cock between her legs and pressing onto her pussy lips, he moved forward a little and it pushed up against her clit. He then took her from behind, pulling hard on the belt. He used her roughly and she moaned and felt the restriction in her throat as He pulled tighter, she felt herself drifting as he released slightly and they both came together, He filling her with His love and her responding covering Him with her secret juices.

He withdrew and lowered her down, she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth and cleaned Him to perfection. He leaned forward and picked her up in His strong arms and cuddled her, licking the tears from her cheeks.

How to Enjoy Corner Time - Don Brown

You are told you will be punished and stood in a corner for 3 minutes.

Then i approach and turn you round, leading you to My chairi sit.

Lowering your knickers in front of Me and make you stand out of them.

I remove your skirt.

I stare at your bare bald pussy.

I turn you and gently lower you over My knee.

My left hand below you.

I tell you i will need to hook it into your pussy to stop you falling off.

This i do as i gently spank.

Getting harder and harder.

Just before you cum i stop, stand you up and lead you back to the corner, hands on head, I tell you in 3 minutes you will be stripped, placed over 3 pillows and belted with Sirs belt.

I lead you to the bed and lay you over the pillows.

You are allowed your hands between your legs.

I give you 10 with My belt, not severe but enough to sting.

You are allowed to cum.

Then led back, by hooking into your pussy with My finger, back to the corner.

Knowing after 3 minutes you will be caned.

In 3 minutes you are led by your puss to the centre of the room.

Legs wide, pussy lips open and i start to gently cane your red bottom.

The last 2 are hard but you dare not move.

Then you are led back, same way to the corner, hands still on head and no touching.

You are told in 3 minutes you are to be led to My chair and sat on My knee, and pleassured.

You are led to My chair, sat on My knee and told how brave you were and cuddled and hugged.

And sirs hands touch your tiny nipples.

Then cupping your pink puffy pussy lips I........

Consequenses - Don Brown

The morning started like most mornings for Gina, as she woke her Master up at 6.00am on the dot.

She arose at 5.30, showered, started the coffee percolator then crept back into bed by 5.55. She waited for the first chime of the grandfather clock and then placed her hands on Steve`s cock.

He of course responded at once, moaned and opened his legs to make his balls accessible, a tired, just woken smile filling his face.

Gina knew it was her job, as it was every morning to masturbate her Master to wake Him up, its what slaves do.

Once awake she followed Him to the shower and washed Him from head to toe, he shaved as she prepared breakfast.

They sat opposite each other eating breakfast talking of the day ahead, it was Friday and he was to finish at lunch time and they could spend all weekend together. Fortunately no plans so it was very much up to themselves how they spent it.

Steve checked His brief case and Gina passed Him a banana to eat mid morning. As He opened the door He passed Gina an envelope, it was no surprise, she was expecting it. They kisses passionately for what seamed an age, his hands straying under her robe and touching her welted bottom, stroking gently, a result of burning last nights dinner whilst on the phone to a girl friend, then Ste left the house, got into his car and drove out of site.

Gina was in no rush to open the envelope, and she placed it on the worktop by the fruit bowl

She cleared the table and filled the dishwasher. Washed the dining table with the dishcloth and placed the vase of artificial flowers in the centre of the table.

Gina left the kitchen and went upstairs to their bedroom. She dropped her robe onto the floor and went to her dresser. She got out her white lace bra to fit in her 34 C breasts and fastened it.

A pink mini crop top, her favourite at the moment, designer made and very exclusive, part of the trappings of having a husband in a high profile highly paid job.

A tight blue denim mini skirt is taken from its hanger and she slides it gently over her bottom, no knickers, that is always part of her punishment after a caning, 24 hours without pants.

It is one Gina accepts and is probably glad of it, 15 with the whippy cane makes close contact fitting clothes a definite miss.

Pink sandals to match her top complete her outfit. A brush through her long blonde hair and a squirt of perfume, she makes the bed and goes back down stairs.

Gets a clean cup pours another coffee, takes the envelope from the work surface and opens it,

Due to your carelessness last night by burning dinner

YOUR TASK FOR TODAY IS………………………………………………….

Nothing unusual about the envelope, just one we always buy, long an self sealing.

I try to open it without tearing the flap, it never works though, very clever these envelope makers. Pulling out the folded piece of paper I begin to straighten it out.

Hand written, as usual, Ste has such a wonderful hand for writing, as well as spanking, affords a little giggle to myself.

Gina, due to your lack of discipline in making dinner last night you allowed time to talk on the phone, hence a burnt dinner. As it is the third time in as many weeks this has happened I feel you are in need of a little more unpleasant punishment as a reminder of your errant ways.

At eleven o’clock this lunchtime you will catch the number 6 bus and travel to Starling park. You will get off and walk to the bandstand and wait for Me.

Select a bench, which is empty, and take with you the broad strap.

You will wear your pink silk panties and your pin striped suit with the short skirt.

Failure to attend on time will require you to cut a willow switch from the near by wood and I think you know the rest.

Leaving the house at 10.30 I waited at the bus stop. The bus duly arrived and I sat near the front, I did not want to miss my stop. The park was quite a distance from home, for reasons, which became obvious later on.

I found the venue and all 5 seats around the outside were empty so I chose one and sat down.

The park was quite empty apart from a few dog walkers. As we got nearer to lunchtime it began to get busier.

The bandstand began to fill with office workers eating lunch with more sat on the grass outside, the sun being very generous with its rays.

I saw Sir arriving and stood out of respect. I never spoke just lowered my head.

He went to the bag next to where I had laid my coat, and retrieved the broad strap.

He walked to the wall of the bandstand, I followed and he gestured me to bend over the low wall.

I felt people’s eyes on me but never dared look. I laid my hands on top of the wall and leant forward. The wall was quite low so I bent forward and my bottom was raised high. Sir lifted my skirt and laid it over my back. I felt the airflow around my bottom as my knickers were lowered down to my knees. Sirs feet opened my legs to His satisfaction, my shaved pussy on show to anyone wanting a view.

The sound of the belt rushing through the air, one I knew well, caused me to screw up my eyes as the CRACK and searing pain hit me.

Everyone must have had their attention drawn to the sound as I said, "One thank you sir" in my quiet shaky voice. CRACK, 2 Two thank you sir"

CRACK, followed CRACK until " Ten thank you sir". My tears had started at 3. My Master was an expert with the strap, as indeed He was with all his correction implements.

He stood back and rubbed my bare bottom, he stood me up and turned me, bottom to the crowd, still rubbing it and cuddled me for what seamed an hour but in reality was around 5 minutes I suppose. He wiped his hands over my eyes to help dry them, turned and walked away. I followed his rule on the letter, kept my skirt up for 20 deep breaths.

I then reached and raised my knickers over my welted bottom. I put the strap back into my bag and picked up my coat.

I glanced at what looked like a hundred pairs of eyes on me and walked to the park gates. Tears still rolling down my face I went to the bus stop and waited. My bus arrived and I sat gently on the first seat available.

I arrived home with tears still filling my eyes, and a huge amount of pride in my heart that Sir had taken up his lunch time to punish me, how lucky, loved and wanted I felt.

Upstairs I stripped then put the broad belt back into the cabinet, and took out the triple cut tawse.

I carefully walked downstairs, laid the tawse on the dining table. I followed it, laying the width of the table and gripping the far side tightly, just in time as the front door opened………………………………………………………………….

I never looked behind just listened. He put His coat on the hook in the closet and His brief case on the hall stand.

His shoes were slip ons and he changed them for his sandals, all so predictable, all Sirs actions.

He entered the dining room and I heard Him undo his belt, I loved the sound of the buckle, the sound of it being unfastened made my clit tingle in anticipation. I waited to hear it being pulled through the loops of His trousers but it never happened, instead His zip was lowered and I head his pants fall as He moved behind me.

"You took to your task well today My little slave" he whispered, " and so deserve a reward"

The last word saw his cock press against my pussy lips, I jumped forward in shock expecting the tawse. I quickly pushed back and took him into me, his thighs hitting my welted bottom, I cum for the first time in seconds, but he knew I would, He knows His slaves body well.

His hands move under me and torments my clit as he manipulates it, it grows to its sexual size. His hands move away from my pussy and clit and He pushes me down onto the table, by engorged clit pressing hard onto the table, the pain, the hurt and the pleasure brings me to climax again.

From my teared eyes I see His hand reach for the tawse, I shudder as I cum and as He keeps fucking me hard. On his pull out stroke I feel a searing pain on my bottom, and again, continued stinging, the tawse is a wicked instrument and the three-tailed tawse the worst.

He had waited for me to cum knowing I was at my most vulnerable as I get a good 15 stokes on top of my already strapped bottom. I quickly had to get horny again to transfer my pain into my pleasure.

I hear Him grunt as he pushes hard and shoots his cum into my open pussy, I match him and cum as hard as the previous two I had just had. As he finishes and withdraws I dare not move until instructed. I feel our cum spilling out and down my inner thighs.

"Prepare" I hold the far side of the table hard until my knuckles turn white. The sound of the tawse rushing through the air takes my breath away as I feel it rest momentarily on the back of my legs. Five on each leg and I am told to stand. Tears flowing down my face, by tits bouncing as I sob but I am taken into Sirs strong arms and carried to our lounge and onto the settee. Sitting on His knee as he rocks me and strokes my back, whispering what a brave slave he has and how I had passed the first task with flying colours, yet reminding me I still had tasks to complete. He assured me I would be allowed to heal for a day or so as he turned me over His knee for a well deserved, on my part, spanking.

I thank Him for His time in correcting a lowly slave girl and confirming my dying love for him.

I remain naked as I prepare diner for us, with particular notice on not to burn anything, on my every passing I get a slap over my ample tits with his hand. He asked I did not do a sweet, so I knew His mind.After diner I pulled back my chair and crawled under the table. Sir opened his legs as I lowered His fly and took out his cock. I knew it would be our desert and I worked my mouth like a virgins tight cunt to satisfy Him tasting my sweet juices as well as his pre cum. He was not disappointed, nor was I, my mouth and throat full of Sir, I was truly blessed.

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Two pretty uneventful days passed, the obvious spankings and being used by Sir but no thrashings and no tasks. I knew Sir had not forgotten my next task, He had said he would wait till the belting and tawsing marks had healed well, and now they had.

The morning started like most mornings for me, as I woke my Master up at 6.00am on the dot.

I arose at 5.30, showered, started the coffee percolator then crept back into bed by 5.55. I waited for the first chime of the grandfather clock and then placed my hands on my Masters cock.

He of course responded at once, moaned and opened his legs to make his balls accessible, a tired, just woken smile filling his face.

I know its my job, as it was every morning to masturbate my Master to wake Him up, its what slaves do, and it is a job I adore for a man I worship.

It is 4 years now since I met my Master. I was in an adult shop with my girl friends buying items for someone’s hen night. I picket up a rattan cane and swished it through the air in fun and it caught the man behind us as I moved it over my head. It took him somewhat by surprise and me too.

He said let me show you how to do it and in a joke I touched my toes as He gave me 3 quick cuts. Wow, what a thrill, I stood up as the other girls laughed and carried on shopping, only I knew I`d cum in my panties and wanted to lower them for more strokes of the cane.

What was happening, I was talking to a tall dark handsome stranger, love storybook stuff, and was under His spell. We left the shop together and I went with a complete stranger to his apartment.

We sat and talked, he told me he was a Dom, and had to explain to a 19-year-old virgin exactly what a Dom was. I was fascinated, I had had no previous sexual experience. Ok a quick fumble and the odd fingering by some boys when I was a lot younger, but no sex and certainly no spanking apart from mum or dad.

They were not strict by any mean but even at 19 I often got spanked by one or other of them. I always got a funny feeling below, during and after, panties down and over the knee lectured spanked, cried, panties up and sent to my room. Then id play with myself from puberty I guess till I cum..

It was never ever embarrassing lowering my panties in front of mum or dad, unless I was already a bit wet, I`d always had to do it. I was not a naughty girl, just high spirited and perhaps bad with timekeeping. Also usually always by hand, just a couple of time with mums hairbrush when I`d been sent to my room first, not sure why now though.

A few of us girls used to compare bums at school in the toilets after we’d been punished, some used to get strapped, wow, the marks later for ages, you could hear us all cumming in the toilets after the showing.

Also some girls had actually shaved the hair off their little cunts, how sexy is that, I would have loved to but daren`t.

He told me I had to always call Him sir or Master, in private, and Steve or Ste in public.

He then said stand and strip, me strip, after knowing a guy for about three hours, I stood and stripped. A 19 year old virgin slim with good sized titties, nipples as hard as bullets, a flat tummy, quite hairy mons, covering a girly slit, I put my hands by my side so Sir could see all of me, and instinctively turned to show my bot. He walked behind me and rubbed my bottom as his right hand cupped my breasts. He turned me round and He led me to His bedroom, I thought I was in for my first fucking, how wrong I was. He led me in but stood me in front of a tall wooden wardrobe.

He opened it and my young girly eyes nearly left my sockets. Straps, whips, restraints, canes………… Sir asked me to choose an item he would use on me my eyes went at once to the array of belts, I could not speak, so I pointed. Sir took what turned out to be a medium brass buckled belt of its hook and laid it on the bed.

He took me gently by the arm and gently laid me over His knee and rubbed my bot again. His left hand eased me up and his whole hand cupped my pussy and at the same time his right hand slapped my right bottom cheek, then left, right, his hand was pressing against my virgin pussy then entering me. I cum at once as tears filled my eyes, and ecstasy filled my mind and heart. I was spanked much longer than mum or dad and loved every spank.

He stopped and rubbed my bottom and between my legs to my cum filled slit, he instructed me to stand.

He moved two pillows from the top of the bed and placed them half way down, I was told to lay over them with my bottom as high as possible, I did as told without question.

He laid my selected belt over my bottom for what seamed like an age, I was still weeping but not crying. He lifted the belt and told me I would get 10 cuts with His belt, I was to say, "One thank you very much Master"

The first was just a tester I reckoned, "One thank you very much Master" The second a little lower and a little harder, "Two thank you very much Master" "One thank you very much Master" every consequent stroke was harder as I thanked Sir. By the 7th "Seven thank you very much Master" I was crying my heart out but in no pain at all, it was the first of many `Sub-States` I would enter, but did not realise it then.

After He had given me my last and I had thanked Him he took me in His arms and rocked me, His skilful hand between my legs, playing with my hairs and pulling them. He entered me with His fingers and brought me to a climax, then we lay down and slept for an hour or so.

On waking we went to His bathroom and He allowed me to shower, when I finished and turned around He had His razor and cream ready. I walked forward and he shaved every inch of my mons and cunt lips, he had to insert a finger to complete the lips. I had to bend over as He did around my bummy hole too, and explained how I always had to now keep it this way. When he had finished He said I may play awhile with my new little girl pussy, this I did and cum in front of Sir, squirting into the shower tray to His delight.

He dried me and laid me over His knee and gently rubbed in some cream, I cum again.

I had found my little piece of heaven.

2 days later I moved into his apartment, me 19 and him 27 and never ever looked back, I have enjoyed every stroke and every tear since and love Him more and more every second of every minute of every hour.

Again my morning started like every morning as I woke my Master. The clock chimed and He opened His eyes at the last stroke of the six o’clock bell.

I awoke half an hour earlier and showered and set on the coffee, sir loves the aroma on awaking. Bit late back into bed just as the clock started to chime and immediately placed my hands on my Masters cock.

His cock leapt into action at my touch. It was my only power ever, it was my hands which turned His cock from flaccid to rock hard. His legs opened for my access to his balls, he always says my hands are like feathers which gives him a terrific thrill, and a broad smile.

As My Masters slave I would die for Him, He is my whole life. Slaves are born and never made, and to find a Master as I have gives me the most love and trust I could give and receive from anyone.

I served poached eggs on toast for breakfast, with plenty of hot coffee, followed by brown or white toast and marmalade.

Sir stood to leave and kissed me passionately as He left for work, was it more passionately than normal?

I cleared the table and set on the dishwasher and walked to the hall she saw an envelope on the hall-stand.

I picked it up and sat on the stairs, my feeling on the kiss was right. I opened it and read the wishes of My Master.

"Slave, you will report for new training at 10.30 at the address below.

You will be taught new avenues of our lifestyle, a series of training in procedures I do not at this moment fulfil in your training. Read this next part very carefully. You are now being given a safe word, a word that immediately stops the training when used.

Your safe word is Gina, a word that can not be mistaken.

Be brave My slave and do this for you and not Me"

Master Brian

216 The Avenue

Sletford

Braime

EX11 6MA

I sat and let my mind wander, and heard the clock chime 8.00am, it jolted me. I quickly looked at my letter 10.30 and it was good hour’s journey on the bus.

I stood and ran upstairs to prepare. I wanted pretty but not tarty or sluty, so I chose carefully.

I left home at 8.45, got on the bus at 8.55. i arrived at Sletford bus station at 10.05 and took a taxi to my address.

I waited at the gate till my watch said, almost 10.30 then climbed the steps.

I rang Master Brian’s doorbell as the church clock struck it’s half-hourly chime.

The door opened immediately, my eyes dropped to the floor, Gina sir, reporting for training sir.

"Enter" replied the deep voice, I stepped up the doorstep and entered the old Victorian house. A red and black tiled-floored hallway led us a huge oak staircase, Sir walked up and beckoned me to follow, my eyes lifting slightly to see the highest ceiling I had ever seen with ornate plastered cornicing.

We got to the top of the stairs and along a corridor to another staircase and up we went again to the top floor. A large panelled oak door greeted us and Sir opened it.

"Enter girl" he instructed as He stood to the side. I did as instructed at once keeping my eyes to the floor. He told me I could look around the room for which I thanked Sir.

As my eyes lifted I saw my first sight of a Masters dungeon, I gulped, and Sir placed his hand on my shoulders, do not worry girl, most is just for show, and his deep voice broke into a chuckle.

The reason for your visit today is to give a fellow Master’s slave an insight into a concept of training you at present do not receive.

"Yes sir" I replied.

Were you given a safe word he asked I replied it was my name Gina, he nodded.

"Are you ready He asked",

"Yes Sir"

Sir undid the 3 buttons on my coat and removed it. He then lifted my yellow cashmere jumper up and I raised my arms as He removed it. Going behind me He unclipped my bra then came to the front as He released my breasts, instinctively my hands hit the back of my head, He smiled.

Undoing my jeans he lowered them till I stood out of them. He placed His thumbs into the waistband of my panties and manly lowered them, over my cheeks, round my knees, down my legs and off. I stood naked in front of a total stranger in a dungeon 25k from home but was not scared, I had full trust in my Masters choice of trainer.

His large hands patted my bottom as he walked round me, and then back in front of me.

He lifted my chin and told me to look at him. As my eyes looked up I saw a man of about 45 years old standing over 6 foot tall. He was dark chiselled chinned and so handsome. Deep brown eyes and longish dark hair made him a vision of a true Surly Master.

Sir took me to the centre of the room and stood me on place between 2 rings set into the floorboards. He went to a pulley and lowered a rope from a ceiling hook.

My hands were clasped together and the rope loop attached, the pulley raise my hands up.

"You have you safe word which is Gina, the moment you speak it ALL training stops, do you understand" Sir asked.

"Yes Sir, Gina is my safe word and I understand" I replied.

Sir shackled my legs to the two ring hooks and raised my hands. When I was almost on tip toes sir spread my legs with the shackles. On Sirs the last click of the pulley I was pretty stretched. He walked to a cabinet and came back with a riding crop. I stared forward and must admit I was so wet I was a little embarrassed when it hit between my legs. After the third slap He pushed the end and split my pussy lips. My response was immediate as I thrust forward. He removed the crop from my lips and placed it on my right nipple and crack, then crack onto my left nipple, they were already stiff but Sirs attention to them soon made them like bullets.

Sit gently at first covered all my body with his crop, gradually getting harder and harder. He stopped and got some cord from his cabinet. Within 45 minutes I had a rope around my waist with one leg fastened up behind me tied onto it. A rope around my breasts soon turned them blue, the pain was terrible but I had to last out and not use my word. My hair was fastened to a rope and pulled backwards to my rope belt stretching my throat tight.

Clamps were placed on my nipples and my clit hood, with plenty of pressure. I almost used my word as He tightened more my clit clamp.

When fastened to His pleasure i heard Him walk to His cabinet. It was not till His return I felt the cane across my breasts and nipples, then worked on my pussy and clit, as tears filled my eyes. Backwards and forwards his cane went from my pussy to my breasts.

He stopped as I almost exploded with a climax.

He walked back to his cabinet and replaced His cane,

I heard His belt buckle open and His belt being removed and a searing pain on my right buttock as he belted me. Every stroke expertly placed in the area He had intended, legs, back, front, bottom, pussy and arms.

He was strong and each cut was worse than the last, it was time to use my word when he stopped.

He began to undo my binds finally lowering my hands from above my head. As I was free he patted my bottom again and told me to freshen up in the adjoining bathroom and dress.

Leaving Master Brian’s house I glided on air to the taxi he had ordered for me to the bus station. All I could think of on my journey home was the pleasure I have given my Master.

It was 6 o’clock and our front door opened, I went to meet my Master and he pointed to the stairs so I went to our room.

"Strip" he said and I quickly undressed hands onto my head. I was so proud as my Master saw my bruised and worn body and my emotions began to take over.

Tears streamed down my face and I began to sob. Sir took me in His arms and led me to our bed and I went over His knee, he gently spanked me and I cum at once. He gave my bottom full attention then lowered me onto my back and took me.

He said I had been a good slave and highly praised for my bravery by Master Brian for a first time ever session.

Whilst I laid into his arms he asked me why I had not cum whilst with Master Brian?

Because sir, it was not you…………………………………….

This Saturday is 5 years to the day that I first met my Master.

It is well documented how we met and how I fell in love with Him. How I knew that from that first minute we met that I belonged to Him.

My parents readily accepted Sir, Steve, as the natural progression from there safe but strict upbringing of me. How do I explain that I saw in Sir my father.

To people not of this lifestyle it may sound somewhat incestuous to say I wanted and needed a father figure who would keep me on the straight and narrow as a disciplinarian father would yet be my loving soul mate as a lover would be.

Even though it has been me it happened to and almost 5 years I still can not fully explain my thoughts.

We are true lovers in every sense of the word, the way we touch each other when passing, maybe just fingertips touching. Or the way we uncannily know each other’s thoughts. Maybe the reading of a situation of which I do not know the end but Sir does and brings it to a swift conclusion.

I have never warranted or received a beating from Him. I have had correction and reminders, which I crave but never seeked. Sir always knew, when, where and how.

We were returning from a restaurant a couple of years ago and had a lovely evening. Sir had a new suit on and I had ironed His shirt to perfection, even his dark blue with white spotted tie had been ironed.

I wore a strapless white mini dress in satin, one I had worn previously for a Christmas dinner we had attended for His work. Finished with white silk low healed sandals fastened with delicate laces. We did truly look perfect.

Once outside I expected a cab to be waiting, but no, "We will walk" I was informed as it was such a warm summers evening and less than a mile from home.

We walked along the promenade by the beach, our house was a beach fronted one, so it was a straight walk home. I hooked into my Masters arms and felt the luckiest girl in the world as we strolled along. We stopped by one of the many wooded walkways on the sand and sir led me towards the sea.. We stood bye the gentle shoreline, His arms around my shoulders keeping me warm from the light night chill.

We then walked along the shoreline, as it was harder sand, just damp, as he had his shoes still on. I had taken mine off as we got onto the sand and carried them like a film star would on a large production musical, don’t ask me why musical.

Sir stopped by the side of a life belt box, which stood about a metre from the floor, inside was a life belt with attached rope. He opened His jacket and in the moonlight I saw him touch His belt buckle.

My heart skipped a beat as I awaited His instructions.

"Strip"

That was easy I had no underwear on and pulled my mini straight over my head and laid it over the box. My legs could not control themselves as my pussy tingled, my breasts taught with excitement and my nipples like shooting stars.

I could not wait to see Sir release His belt and He did not keep me waiting long.

Through the loops, loop by loop until the end fell towards the sand.

I exhaled, and quickly inhaled as He lifted it and wrapped it loosely around my neck and led me over the life belt box. I laid on my dress, the silk caressed my body and made me feel so sexy as it floated over my naked skin.

Sir walked in front of my head and lifted my chin, He placed a solitary kiss fully on my lips as I melted. Sir knew my sexual state and knew how to work me.

Again I inhaled as He walked behind me and dragged His belt down my back and over my bottom. Wwhhoosshh I heard Sirs Clarion call, ccrraacckk as it hit Sirs target.

The fullest part of my bottom felt its full force, as soon as I heard the Wwhhoosshh I raised to great the ccrraacckk.

Sir thought I deserved and needed 10 such cuts of His belt, He had heard me cum on three and took full advantage of my state as he laid each one on me with such love.

I heard Sirs belt jingle jangle onto the sand and hoped I would soon follow, I was not to be disappointed as Sir as I was eased gently into His arms and knelt onto the sand.

I watched his silhouette undress in the moonlight as he then stood before me.

I gorged on His cock and His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. He swelled and filled my whole mouth and throat as my hand reached down to my own swollen genitals I looked up at Him and he nodded His approval.

He then lay me down and entered me with the skill and passion of a man deeply in love, in love with his loyal slave, me

So that was the where, how and when, Sir made His decision to use His property.

Today is five years exactly since I met Gina. Sweet Gina, the girl who stole My heart as soon as I felt her cane, chuckles, by accident.

I still remember her bending over in the shop as I placed 3 light strokes on her clothed bottom. That was the last time I ever had her wearing clothes again for a correction.

Well I say the last time, one other occasion comes to mind.

I agreed to go Christmas shopping a couple of years ago, not that I was against shopping but was very busy with work.

She was trying lots of clothes on and I would have loved to have gone into the changing room and spanked her in front of the changing room girls in one of those cubicles.

She wanted to go up two floors in the mall so we got in the lift. Luckily we were alone and as soon as it started going up I pressed the stop button. The lift stopped gradually between floors, Gina was shocked.

I rested My leg on the side of the lift wall, pulled her over My upturned knee. Raised her short skirt and pulled her panties into the crack between her bottom cheeks and slapped the tops of her legs and bottom for 30 seconds. The lift started again and I stood her up.

When we reached our floor, by some coincidence we were on the cloakroom floor. I led her to the baby changing room and locked the door. I lent her over the changing mat area, raised her skirt, her panties just where I left them. I pulled them down to her knees and gave her 5 with My belt before dropping My trousers and taking her from behind.

Gina is such a willing lover, she pleasures as much as I only more times. She loves to be spanked, adores My belt and craves the cane. I have never once punished in anger, as I would never, but I have never been angry with her. I have also never punished to hurt, just sting and give a certain discomfort that brings her off yes.

She knelt and cleaned Me with her mouth, as trained and we dressed..

On leaving the baby room we got a few glances but nothing to the pleasure we both had just given to ourselves.

So, five years of absolute perfection, no arguments no wrong words and My slave as loving now as she was when we first met.

I had told her to prepare to be wined and dined this evening as never before.

We went to get changed and make the most wonderful love, My hands rubbing against her tightly toned bottom and rubbing against her still virgin bum hole. Her response was to push against my hand as I pulled her onto my cock, and fucked her hard and sound. She came several times before we came together and lay in each other’s arms.

We bathed in our large roll top bath, just touching lovingly, she went onto all fours and I tool her again doggy fashion, her favourite.

We dried and dressed and left for the dinner dance I had booked and ate and danced the night away till the early hours.

A taxi got us home by 2.30am and we sat and had a coffee. I had one last surprise for Gina and went to the hall to my brief case. I retrieved a package and gave it to her.

She opened the paper and came to a blue velvet box.

On opening the box her eyes were as big as saucers as she saw………………….