The Pain of Love - Don Brown

She was not usually so unruly; Don did not know what had happened to his lilone over the past or 4 months.

It was Friday afternoon and jo jo duly arrived outside Dons study for her maintenance.

She felt a strange tingle today, maintenance was never ever pleasant, in fact the past few Fridays had been quite hard, but that was her lot, she knew she needed them, so accepted.

Jo jo knocked on the study door, just as the clock chimed 12.30, she had never ever been late, not through fear of the consequences, but respect.

“Come in”

Jo jo opened the study door and walked in. she took up her position in the corner and placed her hands on her head.

Although the standard position, Don particularly enjoyed it as her hands on her head lifted her short dress mid way up her bum cheeks. This showed her white cotton panties and any stripes given over the last 24 hours shone through like the rays of the sun, and today was no exception.

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Yesterday jo jo was a little too lippy, not rude, she was never rude, but answering questions which did not need a response.

Don had thought o himself, the next time gives you 10 lady and answering back makes it 20.

“We need to do something about your current demeanor jo jo”

“Demeanor, what demeanor Sir”

“You just earned a striping girl”

“Why Sir” came a quick response.

“And it just doubled, anything else to say?”

jo jo stood hands behind her back and shook her head no Sir.

“Over the table in the dining room and await my appearance”

“Yes Sir”

Jo jo walked to the dinning room head lowered, how fukin stupid was that she remonstrated to herself, ok she should not have answered back, but answering back twice was fukin madness.

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She new it was going to be the cane, he always used the cane for striping, well not always, once when they were out walking he told her to lower her panties and lay over a fallen tree.

He said he had an inclination to stripe her bottom, just to reminder how lucky she was.

He removed his thin leather belt, wrapped it a few times around his fist and gave her 14 cuts of it. Was she counting?, no, when she got home she counted every one and Sir laid it on just like the cane.

As it whooshed through the air, it landed then slipped straight off as if her bottom was greased, Sir was so clever.

Did she cry, oh yes, on the third she remembered, she also remembered the afters.

She heard Sirs zipper lower, his hand caressed the stripes before going between her legs, her wetness did not betray her, Sir knew its what she did.

His wet fingers rubbed and rimmed her tiny bummy hole till it entered.

She relaxed as best she could as she felt Sirs hard cock replace his finger.

He slid in gently, she then realised why Sir had said no bra that day.

Sir had planned the event, his hands pushing her dress even higher as he gripped each nipple tightly.

He began to thrust in and out and pull and stretch her nipples and tits as he used them as handles.

She moaned as she cum just as sir filled her with his own.

He lay over her back, still fondling her sharp nipples, as he moved the fresh stripes sent their pain waves to her clit.

Hi stood and jo jo arose and cleaned him up as every slave is taught to do.

“Remove your dress and wash in the stream” she was told.

Jo jo took of her flimsy lightweight summer dress, kicked off her panties from around her knees and climbed down the short bank into the stream.

She lay on her back and let the cold water soothe and clean her.

Splash, she looked up and a Spaniel came towards her and began to sniff her pussy, a whistle soon had the dog scurrying up the opposite bank.

“She looks to be enjoying that” a young guy with a gun and a couple of dogs were admiring jo jo`s form

“Yes, wish she was as obedient as the dog”

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Sir Don had her wait what seemed an eternity, as she lay naked over the dining table, she had positioned herself on one corner and was using the sharp right angle as a soother.

So soothing she never heard Sir Don arrive, just as it seemed as life gets no better, her eyes screwed as she felt the sensual feeling fill her body then, wwhhoosshh ccrraacckk and a YOWWWWWWWWWW

The shock and her cumming had amalgamated and the pain of the lash was like an electric shock.

9 more followed and Sir Don spoke.

“Those were for answering a question never posed, and these next 10 are for repeating the same naughty procedure, prepare”

jo jo again closed her eyes as lash after lash cut into her pale tender skin.

It had ended, Sir Don sat on his soft leather armchair and called jo jo over.

Her face, tear stained and red managed a small smile, “Tthank You Sir” she muttered and knelt between Sir Don’s knees as beckoned.

She knew the procedure and removed his cock from his pants and began to stiffen him and let him grow and fill her mouth, he pulled out, lifted her chin and gave her 3 swipes on each cheek with the back of his hand.

This rocker her face but she kept position and tears flowed as in free flow.

He nodded and she took him back in and finished her job.

She extracted every last drop and kept Sir in her mouth long after he had gone slack, its how he had taught her.

He eventually pulled out and lifted her onto his knee. He could feel the heat from the correction and he played with her nipples and pleasured her pussy into a massive cum.

She slumped into his arms and drifted to sleep, warm, comforted and protected by her Master.

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Sir Don told jo jo to turn around from the corner.

“Sweet jo jo, your attitude of late has given me great concern, not your respect, obedience or loyalty, no one could ever doubt that”.

Jo jo felt her tummy knotting.

“But just what it is I can not quite put my finger on, so what do I do, I have 3 choices from mundain to drastic”

The drastic was the trigger for her tears to start rolling down her face.

1)      I do nothing at all and hope it burns itself out.

2)    I sell you at the next slave auction and take in a new girl to train.

3)    I send you to Colonel Hardings for a few days, or weeks’ refresher.

“I have chosen number 3. The colonel has a sweet young 18 year old he wants to send out for some practical experience and I have agreed to take her in exchange for a refresher course for you.

You need only pack your toiletries and a car will be here for you in 15 minutes, on your arrival at the Colonels he will personally issue you with this weeks maintenance as a pre cursor for the training he will give you.

Jo jo was sobbing, her head full off, who could possibly take her place, how hard would her refresher be, she had heard such stories of use and abuse, she knew it was what happened to slaves, they were never worthy, but….

Sir Don arose and walked towards her, he took her in his arms and kissed her hair.

He stood back and she swears he has a tear in his eye as he said ”Its up to you lilone”

He kissed her fore head and dismissed her.

Would she ever be in his study again, she sobbed out loud as she ran upstairs for her things?

She looked out of her bedroom window and saw Sirs car arrive at the front door, she brushed her hair, blew her nose and wiped her eyes as she walked down the stairs, opened the door and made towards the car, proud to be the slave of Sir Don Brown……………

The Ritual - Love or Hate - jo jo

I lay across the bed waiting for Him to come home.
I was naked, over two pillows and already wet from eager anticipation.
He would find my peach-shaped whitened bottom waiting for Him on His arrival. He never needed to tell me why, just to tell me NOW.

He walked to the door and removed the razor strap.
I heard Him unhook it from the door, its buckled clinking as He removed it. I held my breath, now the situation has changed from being maintenance to. A punishment. My mind raced what had i done?

I felt His eyes on me, slapping His hand teasingly with the strap. I could hear my breath getting faster and louder and i purposefully tried to slow it down. He walked to the edge of the bed; where my head was hanging slightly over the edge He lifted my face, held it in His hand, and then slapped it hard. I screamed.

He took a ball gag out from the drawer and positioned it in my mouth, tying it tightly. I gagged causing Him to be annoyed and He slapped, harder this time. My face reddened at once from the sting of His fingers and the shame in displeasing him. I fought back tears, i hated displeasing Him. Today i would surrender beyond my limits.

He left the room and I heard the coffee machine, He would make me wait.It seemed like an eternity and i began to feel tired, i dare not fall asleep.Then He stood in the doorway, His shadow filling the room creating a foreboding feeling. He took me where i needed to go; we understood each other�s needs.

I squeezed my bottom unconsciously and I heard Him laugh quietly. He knew i needed a beating. Taking the strap in His hands again, He approached His white washed canvas. I felt my nipples swell, even though I was laying on them, and my clit was now hard and swollen, i wanted so bad for Him to roll it in-between His large fingers.

He rested the razor strap over my protruding bottom, he could read my mind. It caused my body to convulse as i anticipated the imminent arrival of pain. I opened my legs hoping for just a slight touch, but none came, It was not His way to pleasure me before a correction, I was electric, He controlled every fibre in my entire body.

He lifted the strap and brought it down hard on my trembling buttocks. I gasped and gripped the side of the mattress, at the same time pressing my legs together instinctively to ease the sting. Then a second blow caused me to push my mouth into the bed to stop myself from screaming. After 100 He stopped.

He caught hold of my belly and turned me over, pushing apart my legs, i lay in an A shape position across the bed. Now my soaking wet pussy would get the razor strap. He saw how wet i was and he frowned, chiding me for enjoying my discipline. I shut my eyes tight, He lifted His arm and He brought the strap down with a mighty crack.

After 50 lashes my pussy was 3 times its normal size. It was swollen and felt numb and tight, just the way He liked it. He then put hooked up an electric button to my clit and turned the power on causing my body to convulse again and again as He zapped me causing me to jump again in agony. Now my pussy was just the way He liked it.

He took His cock out, it was thick and erect. A tool of pleasure. I wanted to lick His arse, but decided to wait till invited. The pain in my pussy as He forced His cock into almost caused me to cum instantly. I dare not as well, for everything must be done with permission. He pushed hard and fucked my hole throwing His head back as He cum.

I could not hold back, as He cum inside me; I came too, hoping He would not notice.He did and i would be punished for it. He picked up His crop and lash after lash He whipped my pussy. The sting of the lash sending spasms of desire deep into my cunt. I screamed please sir, please let me make it hurt. Please may I cum?

Smiling down at me, He nodded and that was all i needed, my pussy exploded like firecrackers, one after the other I came. He rammed the crop up my pussy and touched my G spot fucking me hard with it, rotating it and fucking me with it till i collapsed. Good girl He said as He lay beside me. You may now lick your Masters cock clean.

I smiled, thank you Sir.


The Stables. By a site reader and first time writer, bootboy 

I was called to the new owners office , I knew what was in store for me , one of the other workers had already had to demonstrate his loyalty.

The new owner was in his mid thirties , rich and so arrogant , he had bought the stables for cash and intended to revamp it all.

I knocked on the door waiting to be summoned!

"Enter"

He was sat in a high back chair in his usual riding breeches and riding boots drawing on a large cigar.

"I see Jones that you have a problem with authority"

I could not deny it, people like him always rubbed me up the wrong way.

"I have sacked two people today and you may be the third.

When you work for me , I own you , I wont tolerate disobedience on any level.

As far as you are concerned I am your Master and you will obey my every command."

"I have assigned Jenkins as the tack room cleaner, he will carry out my orders to the full".

"I feel you have to be disciplined and broken to show you that I am your Master, if your not willing to comply then i want you off my property in 15 minutes".

"Here are the non-negotiable terms, ready"?

"Yes sir"

"Sir ! is ok for now but you will address me as Master in the near future."

I do like to have my riding boots and shoes clean, so I will use you as my boot boy, as for discipline you will present yourself along with Jenkins for a taste of my riding crop on a daily basis".

He produced a duster from his draw.

"I have to make a phone call, if by the end of it you have not taken up my offer then your sacked, simple straight forward".

While he was on the phone I quickly realised that to have any sort of work in this area i would have to comply.

I took the duster got on my knees and started to polish his boots, the arrogant look appeared on his face, he covered the mouth piece.

"Thats it on your knees and clean your Master boots , do it good or the riding crop will get an outing",

"Yes Sir"

He sat back fully enjoying watching me slavishly clean his boots.

"Are they clean"?

"Yes Master"

"Are you sure"?

"Yes Master",

"Prove it boy, use your tongue to put a polish on the toes",

I bent down, my tongue licking his boot.

"Thats it , know your place boy and you wont go far wrong".

"Yes Master",

I felt him rub the riding crop between my arse cheeks.

"Obedience to your Master is everything, as he administered the first of many strokes"…………………………