A slaves Tale

         Thwaack! As kinetic energy converts to heat energy on my already tender, sore, bruised and bleeding buttocks. A deep intake of breath as once again I say "Thank you Mistress" and reiterate my heart felt apology.

          I have received the cane from Mistress Divine before. This was different though. This was a punishment beating. I had already realised I was in Mistress's bad books. I had been ignored as I had cooked and served the Ladies lunch. Now I was discovering just how indelibly.

          Mistress Divine, tall, black, slim and very pretty, was always very fair but I had broken a major rule. I had defied Mistress. I had said "No", and now I was suffering the consequences.

          A "Punishment" beating differs from a normal c.p. session. Firstly there is no warm-up period to gradually introduce you to the various implements of suffering. Also there are no limits to the severity or force used. But most significantly, there is no "safe word".

          Then sudden respite as my ears catch the faint "ding-dong" of the front doorbell, barely audible above the increased volume of Kelis as "Bossy" pumps from the concealed speakers, turned up in a crude attempt to muffle my cries of pain.

            "Remain in position boy. I haven't finished with you!" Mistress Divine barked. Then in a more polite tone begged "Her pardon" from Mistress Ruby as She left the room to answer the front door. I remained where I was and confirmed this with an affirmative response to Mistress.

              Strapped and secured tightly to the red and black whipping bench I had little alternative. I was going nowhere. My red, roar and bleeding buttocks tingled as if infused with cocaine.

            Suddenly I jumped as Mistress Ruby's finger traced one or two selective welts. The quiet chuckle and sarcasm emanating from the young trainee Mistress revealed great pleasure as She enquired "Ah, does it hurt?"

              All too quickly Mistress Divine re-entered the grey and red décor of the dungeon. Mistress wasted no time as She re-acquainted Herself with my bottom in the form of six rapid, hard and stinging strokes of the "smoked dragon" cane, the Houses' most severe. "Thank You Mistress." I cried, gasping for breath, followed by what was now becoming a futile apology.            

                It then seemed to me as though I was being allowed to regain my composure as both Mistresses vacated the dungeon and left me alone…how wrong could I be!

                Within a minute Mistress Ruby returned. These two sadistic young beauties had consulted and had decided my fate in less time than it took them to apply lip-stick. Mistress Ruby then released the straps and shackles that had secured me for the past hour.

                  "Down boy!" She commanded. Mistress Ruby was learning fast. "Boy", I was old enough to be Her father. Still I quickly obeyed…

 

To be continued