Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  The man came in a close second. Fine, she would bide her time, and wait for an opportunity.

  “Then you’re going down, Bitch.” Faith thought. She watched as the woman handed the leash attached to her collar to the man.

  Aya then handed the leash to JD saying, “Here is your new slave. Use her well, my Master.”

  “And you’re next.” she promised herself silently.

  Chapter 4

  The rage and rebellion was clear on the girls face, but she held her tongue. Aya could see the hate in her eyes but it mattered little. She handed the controls for the collar to her Master.

  Aya looked at the girl glaring with open hatred at the two of them from her position on the floor and thought that she liked this collar. She wondered if she could order a few more. It would be just the thing to deal with that one drunken slave. It would be so much more time efficient than starving or whipping, and a slave would be debilitated for much less time.

  JD took the leash from Aya and led them to a golf cart. Aya got behind the wheel with the other two in the seat behind. JD handcuffed the girl to the arm rest of the cart and told Aya to start driving. She asked him where he wanted to go and he told her to start with the industrial area and go from there.

  Faith was too weak to fight. She stumbled after the man at the end of the leash to the golf cart and allowed herself to be handcuffed. Her captor told the woman who took the wheel where to drive and Faith began the strangest ride of her life.

  As she watched her Master speaking softly to the girl, telling her what was going to happen next, Aya’s Mind spun back to when she first came to the island.

  Aya remembered her mother telling her that it was time for her to go, that she must obey this man because he had paid very much money for her. Aya had stood before him, a terrified child not knowing what to expect. There had been a group of five of them, all children, three boys and two girls. Aya had stood taller than the others and hung back behind them. He had looked them all over and said some things in his strange foreign language to another man standing nearby. The other man had grabbed her arm and jerked her forward, and her Master had touched her face, stroked her cheek saying some more things to the other man. Aya had stood perfectly still, her shoulders and arms trembling in fear. The only thing that kept her from flinching away from the hand on her face was her mother’s words.

  She and the other girl were given simple white shifts and a white ribbon to wear around their necks. Aya noticed that they were the only people, young or old who wore the white ribbons. But one day when she forgot to wear it she was beaten and told never to forget it.

  She was put to work doing familiar things, farming, cleaning and cooking. She lived in a small house with an old amah who spoke harshly to them, admonishing them to stay away from the boys, that they were being saved for the Master. Aya did not fully understand what that meant.

  There was one other thing, something she was not familiar with, school. Every afternoon after lunch for two hours, all the younger slaves were brought to a sheltered veranda and had to sit and learn. At first it was incomprehensible, the man making strange little marks on a black board with a piece of chalk, books filled with mysterious little marks. But one day Aya gasped in excitement when she realized this was a code, a way for marking down how the words sounded not a mark for each word. That “A” was a sound, not a house or a mountain. After that she absorbed the information like a sponge. She learned to read English before she could really speak it. Soon she was asking questions that her teacher could not answer.

  There were three people in her life that she feared. One was the old amah who watched over them as they worked. The second was overseer in the fields. No command was given without the snap of the crop. Any reluctance or disobedience was quickly and severely punished. Aya had seen many slaves hung up and whipped. She had cringed at the sight of their blood and the sounds of their screams. The amah had cackled and pointed, “Obey or they will do that to you.” Third was the teacher. Before she discovered the secret of the little marks she had been beaten for her stupidity. Now he pushed her even harder, giving her whole books to read and beating her if she did not finish them in the allotted time.

  Aya had only one friend. The other girl who had come to the island at the same time she did. She had come from the same province in china and they would lay awake at night whispering about their home and the world they had found themselves in.

  Aya saw the Master for the second time almost a year after she had come to the island. He came to the school and spoke to the teacher. He had turned to Aya and once again touched her face, “Your teacher says you are a good student. He says you learn quickly and are obedient.”

  Aya looked up at him, her eyes large and frightened.

  Her teacher had barked at her, “Tell your Master thank you, ungrateful girl!”

  Aya’s voice was soft and fearful, “Thank you, Master.”

  His hand dropped to the white ribbon around her neck. “She is growing up fast. Soon she will take her place among the house servants.”

  He had dropped his hand and turned to her teacher, “Teach her languages. I want her to not forget her native language and I want her to learn French as well. I also want her to learn book keeping. And give her some responsibility. Have her teach some of the younger children.

  Chapter 5

  Aya drove the golf cart and listened to her Master speak to the girl. She had been careful to adjust the sensitivity of the shock collar so it would only activate with a sound from the girl’s own throat. As long as her Master spoke in a normal tone she was pretty sure the girl would not be convulsing in agony.

  Faith alternately stared at the bizarre views and the man as he spoke as if he were a proud CEO giving a potential investor of his company. Faith felt as though she were Alice who’d just stepped through a very twisted looking glass.

  “This island is about 2000 acres total. It was a Navy base in WWII. After the war it was a staging area for atomic bomb tests. The Navy abandoned it and it remained unused until I bought it. I have since made my own improvements to the island. You can see the solar panels for electricity as well as the wind turbines. The plant next to the water is for desalinization. While we have a source of fresh water here, I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t run out.”

  He told Aya to continue on to the slave compound. They drove a short ways to a walled off area. There was a gate; however, it stood open. People were coming and going without hindrance. It looked a bit strange to Faith given that she was told it was the slave compound. JD continued his speech.

  “As you can see, the gate is open. It is open because there is no need to shut it right now. The slaves need to come and go unhindered to do their work for me. Right now I have twenty actual slaves, five males and fifteen females. I've also fifteen paid workers, ten security men to guard the island and three of what I call ‘overseers’. Aya is one of them. She is in charge over everyone. They all know to obey her as if it were me.”

  So her female’s tormentor’s name was Aya and she was in charge of it all. It figured, Faith thought. The girl seemed to really get off bullying her around.

  "The smaller cottages belong to the slaves and the larger ones, the overseers. The largest one belongs to Aya. On the other side of the wall are the cottages that belong to the paid workers. Aya, take us to the plaza.”

  The plaza JD was referring to was known as ‘Punishment Plaza’ by the population of the island. It was the place where judgments were made and the punishment was dealt out.

  The first thing that Faith noticed was the tin covered hut. It was low to the ground and looked like the ones in the movies. She then looked up at a raised platform in the middle of the plaza. On it were two columns set arms length apart. On the inside of the columns were handcuffs attached to chains. She also saw on the platform, what looked to be stocks attached to a low table. There were also sets of straps attached to the table.

  Across from the platform and tin hut, sat a
judge’s bench made out of what she assumed was local volcanic rock. A chair sat behind it and a witness chair was next to it. In front of the bench were two tables made to the same material. Behind the tables, were two long stone benches. Faith saw that there were video cameras mounted at different places around the plaza. The only difference was there was no jury box. In its place was a cage made of bamboo and wood. Faith didn’t need an explanation as to what this area is for.

  Aya let her Mind wander as JD spoke with pride about his possessions. The sight of the Punishment Plaza brought to Mind the first time she had been tied and beaten.

  The first time she experienced a punishment was when she was sixteen. One very hot night she and her friend had sneaked out of the amah’s quarters and went to the beach to swim in the dark. It was not the first time they had gone but it was the first time they had been caught.

  The overseer from the fields had surprised them as they crept back, their light white cotton shifts still wet and sticking to their lithe bodies. He had ordered them to follow him and taken them to the plywood box. He had locked them there and they huddled together in each other’s arms. Her friend had been sobbing in terror but Aya had waited stoically for the beating she knew was coming.

  The overseer had tied them to the side of the box but it was the amah who wielded the paddle. She had spoken in an angry voice, “Bad girls. The Master says that you are still children and will not be brought to The Plaza. You are lucky that the Master has decreed you not be scarred. I think you should have the meat beaten off your bones but he is merciful. You should be grateful for his mercy.” Aya refused to cry. She had gritted her teeth and glared at the old woman but her friend had wept and begged for mercy as the amah systematically spanked their bottoms and thighs until both girls were bruised and swollen. Both girls were locked in the box and given only water for three days then they were put back to work and school.

  Aya shook her head to clear out the old memories. That had been a life time ago and the first of many harsh lessons. She knew that her Master had deliberately brought this new slave to watch a little drama acted out. An ongoing conflict between two of the female slaves had finally boiled over and there had been a theft and then an assault. She led the new slave to kneel on the hard stone surface, positioning her so she had a good vantage point.

  Chapter 6

  The hut made Faith shiver with dread. The medieval outdoor courthouse looked like something the Marquis De Sade designed. A morbid curiosity made Faith docilely follow Aya to the seating area and kneel at her feet. She craned her neck to see the grotesque drama play out in front of her.

  As the man sat as judge over the perverted proceedings, Faith wondered at the people just sitting there, watching. Obviously, there were more than enough to overpower the few in power. Why didn’t they just take back their freedom? Why didn’t they rebel?

  A completely nude young girl, about 20 years old, was led into the plaza and placed in the cage. Next, a man in a white polo shirt and white shorts took his place at what Faith assumed was the prosecutors table and a shirtless man wearing shorts took his place at the defense table. JD took his place at the judge’s bench. The trial had begun.

  “We have this one in the cage accused of stealing, lying, and assaulting one of her fellow slaves. Overseer James is representing the prosecution and slave victor is representing the defense. I, of course, am sitting in judgment and will give the verdict based on the evidence. James, you may begin to present your case.”

  “Thank you, sir,” James replied, “This one, he pointed to the cage, stole a treat of some candy that was given by myself to slave Layla. When I searched her belongings, I found the candy. When I confronted this one about it, she lied and said she knew nothing about any candy. I will produce witnesses that will testify that they saw this one take the candy, hide it, and then asked them to be quiet and not tell what they saw.”

  “She then assaulted slave Layla by striking her in the face and breasts, then kicking her in her groin.”

  Slave victor then spoke, “This one admits to lying initially but confesses now to stealing the candy and attacking slave Layla. She says she is sorry. She begs for mercy. Thank you, sir.”

  Faith watched as the trial progressed. Witnesses for both sides were produced and cross-examined. The slave was, however, damned by video not only showing the theft, but a video showing her accusing slave Layla of turning her in for the theft and then assaulting her. The girl identified only as “this one”, was found guilty as charged.

  “You have been found guilty on all charges and now I will pronounce your sentence,” JD said, “This one will be immediately taken to the whipping platform and given twenty four lashes with the flogger by slave Layla. She will not be cut, but you may raise as many welts as you like. After that, this one will then be given 24 hours in the punishment hut for lying and the assault.”

  Faith watched in horror as the beautiful woman in the cage was tried for stealing a piece of candy? What the hell? It wasn’t bank robbery! This was just too much to take in. The sentence was even harder to get her head around.

  Whipping and stuck in a box! Not only that, the sentence would be carried out by the slave that the candy was stolen from.

  Faith watched the crying slave taken to the platform and bound spread eagled to the columns. Slave Layla took the flogger and walked behind the bound slave. With a smile on her face, she raised her hand and brought the whip down on the girl’s back. The prisoner tried to maintain her dignity and not cry out, but that only lasted for a couple of lashes.

  Layla did not try to cut the slave, but she was none to kind either. The lashes were applied head to toe, front to back. Nothing on the slave was spared. Her breasts were as striped as her ass. Her cunt and the surrounding areas were beet red with an assortment of stripes around her thighs.

  Faith flinched and shuddered with each lash, as if she, too, was being beaten. She seemed to be the only one. Everyone else acted calmly, as if this abuse was normal and right. Some even acted as though they enjoyed the display of a naked slave being lashed by another. Layla looked as though she took great glee in wielding the whip.

  Aya smirked as she saw the girl staring in apparent fascination at the nude and terrified girl that was on trial. She watched the new slave’s expressions of shock and disbelief as the charges were read out. Aya could tell that the new slave Faith found her new Master’s judgment overly harsh.

  As Layla began to exact her vengeance on her nemesis, the new slave winced and shrank back with each crack of the flogger on the writhing body of the girl. Aya noticed that this new girl seemed horrified but she also noticed that Faith could not tear her eyes away from the scene. Aya in discovery; yes there was horror, but fascination as well. Even through the tears rain down her face this new slave was curious to see more.

  Half way through the beating, Faith was crying openly. As the last blow fell and the slave Leeane hung limply from her bonds, an involuntary sob escaped her throat. And because the collar reacted to sound rather than intent, it activated, sending its lightening coursing through her body and brain. She found herself face down on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. She could not see or think, but she could not help but listen.

  Aya shook her head in disgust when Faith lost control of her emotions and let an audible sob break free, and the electricity surged through her body. Aya stared down at the twitching body in satisfaction. This collar will teach discipline very quickly.

  When the twenty four lashes had finally been applied, the slave was left hanging and sobbing. Her head hung down and her tears fell into the dust under her feet.

  JD spoke, “Slave Layla, are you satisfied that you have punished this one enough?”

  “Yes, thank you Master, I am satisfied.” came the reply from Layla.

  “Then this one may have her name back while she sits in the hut thinking about her crimes. Theft of anything, no matter how small, will never be tolerated. Abuse of fellow slaves won’t be tol
erated either. You all belong to me and if you abuse one of your fellow slaves, then you abuse your Master’s property and will be punished accordingly.

  “That being said, this one’s name was, is, and always will be Leeane. Take her away to the hut and let her contemplate what she has done and why she must be punished.”

  The slave Leeane was taken away and placed in the hut. Faith could hear her continue to sob loudly in the low tin shed.

  As her vision cleared, she saw the feet of the man standing next to her. She squinted up at him, against the tropical sun glaring down behind his head. She lay, reserving what strength she had left, waiting for whatever was in store for her next.

  “You were made to witness this so that you know what can happen if you disobey me or any of my overseers. Pay special attention to Aya. She is in charge when I am not here. She will begin your training.”

  A dry sarcastic thought welled up, ‘Lovely.’