by Gail DeYoung
“You teased me in the pool by sucking on your finger. Now show me how bad you can be.” He pushed her down to her knees in front of him. “I expect that tongue to pleasure me tonight as well as it took care of the Doc this morning.”
Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and she heard the sharp intake of his breath.
The Trainer held her head and controlled the speed of her movements. She could tell he wanted to come soon because of the pressure on her head. Kat closed her eyes and pictured the scene with the gynecologist, concentrating on giving him the best head he’d ever had.
“That’s it. Don’t stop. Oh yes!”
Kat maintained the pace and pressure that she knew pleased him. It wasn’t long before his moans became more intense and she realized he was about to come.
“Ahhh!” He pulled out and sprayed her chest.
“You have done well. Though I would like to spend more time with you, I know you are worried about Corinne. It is time for you to get back to your room before curfew. You are dismissed.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Kat rushed to her room, hoping no one missed her.
Chapter Ten
Corinne burst into Kat’s room at midnight and slammed the door. A startled Kaitlin woke to find her mentor’s angry face above her. When Corinne turned on the bright light, Kaitlin covered her eyes with her hand.
“Wake up, you whore!” she screamed.
Kaitlin sat and gathered the blanket around her body, shielding it from her mentor’s view. Corinne reached for her with teeth and fists clenched. Roughly, she yanked Kaitlin out of bed and threw her down on the floor. Kat remained in a crouched position, concerned what her mentor had in store for her.
“Get up and go to the wall with the chains. Spread-eagle facing the wall and don’t make me tell you twice.”
Frightened, Kat did as told. Cold steel manacles clamped around her wrists and ankles and a rubber ball was stuffed into her mouth. Kat turned her head to watch her mentor and shivered in fear when she saw her pick up a large bamboo cane from the corner. Corinne flicked it back and forth and it whistled in the air. Kat trembled at the horrifying sound.
A rough tug on her hair made Kat’s eyes water when she was forced to look at her mentor. “You don’t know how to obey orders, do you? You were specifically told not to get involved with the Trainer, but you didn’t listen, did you? I saw you two at the pool.” The words were spoken with such hatred that Kat cringed in fear.
Kaitlin heard the crack of the cane the same time a burning sting seared her buttocks. She cried out, but the rubber ball blocked all sound. Tears gathered in her eyes as the second crack landed on her rear. She struggled against her restraints, trying to avoid the blows. The pain was beyond anything she had ever experienced.
“That’s right…struggle. I’ll add another whack every time you move.”
Kaitlin caught her breath and gritted her teeth with each stinging stroke of the cane. Her bottom felt as though it had caught on fire. The blows rained down upon her relentlessly, crisscrossing her bottom and the back of her upper legs until she almost passed out from the unbearable pain. Her nerves screamed overload.
“Perhaps this will teach you a lesson.” Kaitlin couldn’t take much more of the whipping. She saw stars and blackness crowded her sight. Sagging against her restraints, she leaned her head on her arm. Once again, her hair was pulled so she could look directly into the face of her punisher. Corinne popped the ball out of Kat’s mouth.
“Now do you understand?” Corinne’s face was flushed with anger.
Kat’s bottom hurt and now her head hurt. She was sure she had lost a handful of hair. Blinking back the tears, she pleaded for mercy.
“Please…no more.” She licked her dry lips.
Corinne laughed at her. “You should have thought about that before you decided to fuck the Master of the house.”
Another round of blows struck her already aching flesh. She arched her back and clenched her buttocks, but she was quickly running out of the strength to fight. Finally, when she slacked against the wall totally drained, the brutal beating stopped.
Corinne’s hand reached between her legs and scooped the moisture dripping down. She shoved her slick fingers in Kaitlin’s face.
“See this? Pleasure slave, my ass! You’re a pain slut, just as I thought. You can deny it, but your body betrays you. This may be hurting now, but soon you’ll crave the whip and the cane, need them for your very existence. You’ll thank me for bringing out your true side. You need a strong hand to control you, not a soft, passionate one like Sir Damien’s. You can sleep here tonight to think about that. I’ll release you in the morning. Good night.”
Corinne threw the cane on the floor near Kaitlin’s feet and turned off the light before securing the door behind her.
Kat laid her head against the cold wall and deep sobs shook her body. She couldn’t stand to support herself as her legs felt wobbly and unsure. Her entire weight rested on her wrists and the manacles cut into her hands. Yet the pain in her wrists was minor in comparison to her rear end and upper thighs.
I was warned. I knew better. Darkness enveloped her and she succumbed to it, drifting into oblivion.
* * * * *
At exactly five thirty a.m., Corinne reappeared. The bright light blinded Kaitlin when her mentor flipped on the switch. Roughly, Kaitlin’s manacles were opened and she dropped to the floor in a heap.
“Get up! You have training in twenty minutes. Take your shower and meet the Trainer where he indicated in the dungeon.” Corinne’s fingers dug deeply into Kat’s chin as it was lifted so she could look at her mentor. “Say one word about who did this to you and you’ll wish you were dead.”
Kaitlin nodded and dragged herself to her feet. With every step she took, it felt as though a thousand needles were digging into her skin. In the bathroom, she looked into the mirror and was shocked at her appearance. Swollen by the tears she cried last night, her eyes were barely open. To make matters worse, dark crescents shadowed them. Her hair looked as though it had gone through a whirlwind. She wondered if she could call off sick again today, then thought twice about that foolish idea.
Twenty minutes later she knelt upon the wooden floor in the dungeon awaiting the Trainer’s arrival. The greeting position was most uncomfortable. She couldn’t determine whether the pain in her upper legs or her buttocks would get to her first. The room seemed uncomfortably hot today, or perhaps it was just the heat pouring off her body.
“Good. Your punctuality is noted.” Sir Damien walked in front of her and she lowered her head and eyes in respect. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted Corinne standing beside her.
“Today I will start your education on the various types of tools used for discipline. Each day this week, we will use a different implement.” He walked over to the wall and reached for a flogger.
She followed the sound of his voice and looked up briefly when he faced the wall. The moment he picked up the flogger, panic gripped her. She shook her head violently and closed her eyes. No, no! I can’t take any more! Corinne’s nails dug into her shoulder.
“Corinne, bring the girl over to the cross and tie her to it facing me.”
“No, please don’t. I can’t!” she whispered hoarsely. Corinne pulled her mercilessly to her feet and dragged her across the floor. Her fingers bit into Kaitlin’s arm.
“Oh yes you can!” she growled in her ear. Kat watched nervously as Corinne tied her to the post. “And keep your head down so he doesn’t notice the puffiness and circles around your eyes.”
“Is there a problem here?” Kaitlin noted the concern in Sir Damien’s voice from six feet away as he walked toward her from the wall of whips. “You may answer me.”
“No Sir,” she said, but the sincerity wasn’t there. He didn’t move or say a word, yet she sensed his concern.
“Thank you, Corinne. You may leave. I can take it from here.”
“Sir, I have nothing to do right now and it is too
early to start chores. I can stay and help you.”
“Are you disobeying my orders, Corinne? No, I didn’t think so. You are dismissed.”
“Yes Sir.”
Kaitlin heard retreating footsteps as Corinne left the room. She kept her head down.
The Trainer approached Kaitlin and lifted her chin with the handle of the flogger. “Look at me. As your Trainer, your welfare is very important to me. I expect you to be honest in your answers when I ask you a question. Do you understand? Have you been crying?”
“I’m fine, Sir.”
“That wasn’t what I asked. Your eyes do not look good this morning.”
“I had trouble sleeping, that’s all, Sir.” She hoped he would believe her lie. He looked at her for a few minutes that seemed to drag on for hours, but then he let the subject drop.
“All right. To continue our lesson, a Master is someone who has learned to wield these instruments to affect the proper response. Sometimes, the proper response is one of extreme pleasure and at other times it can be extreme pain. It all depends on the intensity applied to the blow. For instance, take this flogger. It is made of very soft suede and its twenty-four strands are pliable and floppy. Dragged across the body thusly, it can create the sensation of being stroked by many delicate fingers.”
Kaitlin jumped as he laid the flogger on her shoulder and dragged it down across her chest. He repeated the strokes upward across her mound to her neck. Although her nipples and clit were still sensitive because of yesterday’s piercing, the pain had receded and the whip did not harm her, but she feared it nonetheless. Her heart beat wildly.
“You need to trust me. I promise I am not going to hurt you. There is nothing to fear in what I am doing to you. Relax.” His voice was tender and compassionate.
Once again, he dragged the flogger gently across her skin. She took a deep breath and focused on relaxing. True, the sensation was one of soft caresses. He continued up her arms and down her legs.
“That’s right. Feel the strands stroking your body. Now I’m going to very gently strike you with the flogger. Again, this shouldn’t hurt, but it will increase the blood flow to your skin and you will feel warmer.”
Kaitlin braced for the first blow, but as he had said, it was pleasurable. A smile of relief came across her face.
“Ah, you do like this. Good. Now we’ll apply a little harder stroke.” The tips of the flogger landed on her breasts and pussy with a slight sting. Though at first she feared the pain, it was minor and over so quickly that she relaxed and actually enjoyed the tingling feeling. He flogged her a full ten minutes and she closed her eyes to savor the attention. She was surprised when the cool metal handle of the flogger was inserted deep inside her and she moaned as it slowly moved in and out, in and out. Her inner muscles tightened around the handle, sucking it in as he pulled it out.
“That’s it. Take it, girl.” He increased the rhythm and she arched her back. Her mouth formed a perfect O, sucking in air in harmony with the strokes inside. She couldn’t hold back any more and she let out a loud groan as an intense orgasm gripped her body. When it was over, she collapsed against the wood cross. The Trainer folded his arms over his chest and scowled at her.
“You were not given permission to have an orgasm. Yet you took it because you wanted it. I have told you that you may only come when I order it.”
“I’m sorry, I…I didn’t mean to. It just happened so quickly, I couldn’t control it.” She hung her head in repentance.
“Talking without permission during a training session is another offense. Not saying ‘Sir’ before or after sentences is another offense. Keep racking them up, girl. You’re not doing well today. Remember, this is a training session, not our own personal time together. Where I might forgive your transgressions outside the dungeon, it is quite another thing here. Your disregard for rules is a punishable offense.” She noticed him walk over to the wall and hang up the flogger, then select a thick leather belt. When he returned, he released her bonds. “Turn over.”
She whimpered as she obediently twisted around to face the wooden cross and waited for him to secure her once again. But nothing happened.
“What the fuck?” He touched her backside and she cried out in pain. “Who did this to you? Answer me!”
“Sir, I…I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, girl. This is twice today that I’ve asked you direct questions and you’ve given me incorrect answers. It was Corinne, wasn’t it? That bitch! It appears that I have two disobedient subs. All right, go to your room. This training session is over. You will do no chores today and I will reassign another mentor to you. I will inform Corinne to have no further dealings with you. You are dismissed.”
Kaitlin bowed as she backed away from him, then turned on her heel and rushed out of the dungeon. Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely see where she was headed.
* * * * *
Damien couldn’t deal with Corinne right away, but he had to ensure that she had no further encounters with Kaitlin. She had crossed the line with this brutal act. Despite the fact that he had a tight schedule today, he needed to strip her of her power. He charged up the stairs and called Mrs. Swenson to his office.
“Yes, what can I do for you?” Mrs. Swenson said, entering the room.
He paced the length of his office, hands clenching and unclenching, attempting to control his anger.
“I have an important task for you. Normally, I would do it myself, but I have back-to-back appointments starting right now with Samantha’s and Louise’s Dominants. I need to make sure they are satisfied with their subs’ training so that the girls can be released into their care. I want you to find Corinne and tell her she is to be confined to her room until I can meet with her later. All of her duties for today are suspended.”
“Sure I can do that. But what should I say when she asks why?” Her concerned expression told him he appeared intimidating.
“She has disobeyed one of my orders. That is all she needs to know. Please find her right away. Also I need you to make sure she doesn’t leave her room. I have to go.”
“Yes, I will do that.”
“Thank you.”
Mrs. Swenson left the office shaking her head. She never disobeyed his commands and he knew she would carry out this one to the letter. His head spun. This was the worst possible day to have to deal with Corinne. But it had been building for some time and now he could no longer delay the conversation. He concentrated on what else he had to do. After the appointments with Samantha’s and Louise’s Dominants, he had Stephanie’s and Abigail’s daily training this afternoon. Before that, he had also agreed to do a session with Sir Timothy and Melissa.
All day long his rage simmered below the surface, though he did not reveal it to anyone else. He went through the motions of doing his job, but his mind was working overtime going through the possible scenarios that would occur when he talked to Corinne. He was actually grateful for the tight schedule because he did not want to face her until he had time to think of what he was going to say to her. He didn’t even have time to take his morning break. Work kept him grounded and sane, his usual way of handling stress.
At four p.m., his work was completed and it was time to confront Corinne. He took a steadying, deep breath. How dare Corinne have such callous disregard for the new girl? She knew the rules—no breaking of skin—yet the striped marks on Kaitlin’s back, upper legs and buttocks had pierced the surface and he could see blood. She would pay dearly for this transgression.
On his way to Corinne’s bedroom, he realized his folly. Had she seen them in the pool last night from her balcony? If so, that would explain the brutal beating she gave to his newest submissive.
Corinne had been in his household for nearly six months, longer than any other sub. She demonstrated her Switch side and convinced him of her worth by assisting with the other girls. Having proved her value to him, she kept herself off the auction block. Now he realized that appointing her as head
sub gave her too much control. It was past time for her to be moving on. He burst into her room and found her dallying in front of her dressing table, applying makeup.
“Stand before me,” he ordered in a tone that bore contempt.
Corinne bowed and walked to within two feet of the Trainer. She lowered her head.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you explain your reasons for brutalizing the girl.”
“Sir, yes, I can explain. Kaitlin has been disobedient all week long. She talks freely to Miss Tiffany while cooking dinner.”
“Miss Tiffany is not a sub in this house. Kat may speak with her. What else has the new girl done to break the rules?”
Corinne’s shifting eyes told him all he had to know. She was trying to come up with an excuse to avoid being punished. But tonight he would not give her the satisfaction of her normal discipline, which he knew actually gave her pleasure.
“Sir, I believe she may have entered the forbidden room in the recreation center. Mrs. Swenson said she caught her doing suspicious things in there, Sir.”
“Was she informed that room was off-limits?”
“I’m not sure, Sir. But everyone stays away from it. She should have followed their lead.”
“That’s not a good enough reason. If she wasn’t aware of the rule, then she certainly can’t be punished for it. You have wasted enough of my time. You have overstepped your authority and therefore I am stripping you of your responsibilities as head sub. I will reassign a new mentor to the girls. Also, make sure you attend this weekend’s party and meet all of the Dominants who come. Perhaps one of them will be swayed by your charms and want to purchase your training package during my next trip to the auction. For your sake, I hope so, because otherwise I intend to release you. In the meantime, stay away from Kaitlin or you’ll pay dearly.”
