Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  Aya walked back to the compound and checked on the slave in the tin hut. When she opened the door this time, he had trouble pulling himself up to his knees. She stood and waited until he was in a proper position, Aya’s voice was scathing, “You seem to have remembered your place, Josh.”

  This time when he cleared his throat he swallowed rather than spat. His voice rasped, “Mistress Aya, my Mind was still fogged with drink. I did not know it was you.”

  “At least now you admit your drunkenness. You have one chance for any kind of clemency, Josh. You must confess to me now and you must tell me where you make your wine. When you are brought to the Punishment Plaza you must confess and beg for your Master’s fair judgment. If you do these things you may just survive.”

  The well built Mediterranean looking slave flinched at the word survive. He had never seen anyone executed on the island before but he knew Aya was capable of it. Even if she did not kill him she could make him wish she had. He practically was babbling as he poured his guts out.

  Aya moved Josh to a long chain attached to a post behind her quarters. She gave him a shovel. “Dig me a hole, Josh. Make it only as big around as the length of the shovel handle. Make the sides straight like a well’s. Make it deep. The deeper the hole, the more lenient will be your punishment.” She left him with a ladder and a bucket for when the hole got too deep to throw the dirt out with the shovel.

  Aya walked up to the main house and knelt before her Master, “Master, I think the new girl should be left alone to worry and get bored for the day and then I will bring her out and work her for a while. She was too prepared to fight me. She should be allowed to stew with her doubts for a while. There is also the matter of Josh. He has confessed to the wine making and will make a public confession at the Punishment Plaza. He will accept your judgment, but there is no hurry. I have him busy digging a hole for me.”

  When her Master looked curious, Aya shrugged and commented, “I think the plywood box may be too comfortable at times. And the metal box has its uses but it is only one tool. I wish to keep Josh busy and I think this hole in the ground will have its uses.”

  “Master, what are your wishes for today.” were Aya’s words. JD looked at her kneeling at his feet and let his mind wander back to the time he had first brought her to the big house. He was enraged at the old amah and what that bitch had done to her. He didn’t think Aya would understand that he didn’t think of her as property as much as he thought of her as his future pet. If she only knew that he was falling in love with her. He wanted her to love him back. He knew that it wasn’t going to be the kind of love that you read about in romance novels. JD just hoped it would be the loyal kind of love you get from your pet. The beloved pet would know instinctively how its Master felt and responded to that emotion.

  Chapter 14

  The day after JD found Aya and Adriana in the condition they were in; he did something he had never done before. He had taken the old woman and locked her in the punishment hut. He did follow decorum and did this outside the view of the other slaves. The woman wailed and pleaded with JD to not do this to her, but she was stripped and put into the box none the less. He wanted her to think about what was to happen next. Not only did she injure his property and mistreat his slaves, but he had hurt Aya. Aya was his special project. It was beyond belief the old bitch would do this to him and them.

  JD walked off and found an isolated tree in a clearing. He then secured chains to the tree to bind the old woman with and went to the box and got her out. She had been in there without food or water for two days. She crawled out the door and fell to her knees in front of JD, kissed his feet, and begged him to forgive her. JD’s only response was to kick the old amah back on her ass. He walked over to a hose and turned the full force of the spray on her.

  “Get a drink from this while you can. You and I have some unfinished business.”

  With dark, unfeeling eyes, JD wrapped a rope around the old woman’s neck and pulled her up to her feet. Naked and crying the old woman was led to the clearing and secured to the tree with her face toward it. JD then reached down and picked up a bamboo stick about the diameter of his index finger and a yard long. He stepped back and looked at the sobbing woman hanging from the chains. There was no play in JD’s Mind. He was in a Mind to give this thing before him the punishment she deserved. He stepped back and swung the makeshift cane.

  She let go with a wailing scream that seemed to go on for an hour. JD said nothing, just stood watched her scream. He then methodically started whipping her with the bamboo from her head to her heals. He didn’t give her an opportunity to catch her breath between screams. She hung there sobbing and wailing. JD had no sympathy for her.

  “Scream all you want, nobody is here to stop this, nobody cares, and nobody would dare try to stop this. You are getting what you deserve. You should be grateful that you are alive up to this point.”

  “Now you feel the way Aya and Adriana felt when they hung there after you beat them. I hope you are enjoying it.” He then got a camera and took detailed pictures of what was left of the woman. He untied her and left her lying in the sand.

  JD stood staring down at the old woman, his lips pressed together in suppressed rage. She huddled on the ground babbling how she had done nothing wrong, that it was the girl’s fault, that she had only been following his orders. JD hardly heard her words. She had started to repeat herself anyway.

  Half his anger was at his misjudgment. He should never have allowed this to happen. He should have kept better track of the events on the island. He took a deep breath and shook his head. What was done was done. Now he had to figure out what he could do to salvage what he could from the situation.

  There was no question that the amah must go. She was the older sister an old business acquaintance, she had become entangled with a particularly violent branch of the Japanese underworld. His friend had brought her to JD, pleading for him to hide her on his island with a complicated story about how there had been a disagreement; that the old woman had been falsely accused of theft and she had been acting in self defense when the hit men came but the boy she killed had been a nephew of a highly placed lieutenant in the organization.

  As a favor to his friend JD had interviewed the woman. She had worked for them in a particularly distasteful branch of their human trafficking business; the transport and sale of Chinese children for the Southeast Asian child sex trade. She had been clearly terrified and promised that she would do anything if he could provide refuge for her. Part of the deal was the inclusion of a five Chinese children; something that JD had never been willing to do. But when she had been pointed out if he did not take the children that they would soon be working in a whore house in Thailand, he had reluctantly taken them on and given the old woman the job of keeping an eye on their development until they were old enough to decide to stay with him or leave.

  He sighed. The amah’s brother had long since deceased, a victim of an unexpected heart attack. The people that had put the hit on the old woman had a reputation for long memories. There was no question that sending her back to was a death sentence. JD told himself that it was out of his hands. The old amah had betrayed him.

  “I am finished with you.”

  For the first time the old woman fell silent.

  When the guards went to collect her, to put her on the boat to leave, they found she had committed suicide rather than face the wrath of her enemies. JD had her body taken far out to sea. The sharks would take care of the rest.

  JD had gone to Aya and told her what the amah had done. There was not a single flicker of sadness in the girl’s eyes. In fact, he could see no small amount of satisfaction. Her voice was low, murderous, “I wish it was you that had killed her.”

  JD lifted a brow, “I considered it. But it is not a thing taken lightly, to have the blood of another upon your hands. She did us all a favor.”

  Chapter 15

  “Master, what do you wish of me?” Aya asked again. The sound o
f her voice brought JD back from his thoughts.

  “I don’t think there is a need for a trial for the drunk. Do with him what you want for a while and then we will give him a very public flogging. We don’t want it thought that we condone this kind of behavior. Next, I want you to start in on Faith’s training. I give you even hand to do as you wish, as long as you do no permanent damage to her. Make her as miserable as you want. You may even beat her if needed. Make sure she knows the rules and the results of breaking them. I will give you two days to start with and then I will groom her and give her some sympathy. Let’s see how that works out for now.”

  “It will be as you wish it to be my Master. Thank you for your faith in me and my abilities to do your bidding”

  “Aya, I trust you completely to do as I ask. I also love you and value you. Get on with your tasks and report back to me tonight on how the first day went.”

  With that, Aya and JD went their separate ways to take care of the day’s business.

  As Aya walked away she rolled around JD’s words of love in her head, savoring them. Her Master did not often use the words and she wondered what he had been thinking about to say them now.

  Her first stop was to swing by the infirmary. While she was there she picked up a hypodermic needle filled with a generic vitamin B-12 shot. She suspected that Josh was going to be feeling pretty miserable for a while if he had been dipping into his wine as much as she suspected. She did not expect him to get the DT’s but he was going to be going through withdrawals for a few days.

  Aya was pleased to see that Josh was still digging and had the hole already shoulder deep. He was sweating and covered with dirt. When he saw her standing above him looking down he froze and cringed, then lowered himself to his knees in the bottom of the pit. His voice was hoarse and he had to cough to get up enough spit to speak, “This slave greets his Mistress.”

  Aya nodded coolly and gestured for him to climb up the ladder. When he was kneeling once more at her feet she placed a gentle hand under his chin and lifted his face to look into his eyes. She kept her face impassive, concealing a small rush of excitement at the sensation of power as the large man flinched at her touch. His eyes were blood shot and he blinked nervously. Aya schooled her voice into tones of a reproving mother, “Josh, your spirit is weakened by drink. Your behavior is unbecoming. You disappoint me.” Then she gently stroked his cheek, “Your hole is well started. I want you to take a break. I will bring you food and juice.” Her fingers gently stroked his sweat soaked hair and then clenched down pulling sharply, “Josh, you will never taste wine again.”

  The man trembled in her grasp and Aya could feel her cunt heat at his fear. “Please Mistress, I promise I will never drink it again.”

  Her hand still was tight in his hair, jerking his head back and forth with her words, “Josh, we both know the worthlessness of the promise of drunkard.” Her voice calmed and she gently gripped the back of his neck. “But do not worry; you will not have the freedom to break that promise. Now sit and rest.” She released him abruptly and once he was seated she quickly gave him the shot, “This will help with your fatigue.” She left him there and went to the kitchen and had the cook fill a bucket with the rice mixture that was lunch and a large bottle of sweet juice. She knew he would need sugar to help in his recovery. She filled another bucket with water and returned. “Do not dally over your food. When I come to check on you tonight I expect the hole to be much deeper. You will not be finished until the hole is twice as deep as you are tall. Then we will face the Master to receive judgment. If your hole is worthy perhaps I can persuade him to let you off with a simple flogging.”

  Aya went to find Layla working sullenly in the laundry house and gestured for her to follow, and led her back to her quarters. Aya quickly stripped off her shorts and sat on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs wide and pointed at her cunt, “You seem so proud of your talents. Show me what you think makes you are so special.”

  Aya wanted to be relaxed when she went to deal with Faith. She knew the new girl was going to deliberately test her patience. Layla crept up between her legs and began to slowly kiss the insides of Aya’s thighs, slowly sensually licking along the outside edges of Aya’s cunt. Her breath was hot against Aya’s flesh and as her fingers gently spread out the folds, her tongue danced feather light across Aya’s clit for the first time. It was an almost imperceptible tickle, promising so much to come.

  Aya lay back and closed her eyes. She thought to herself that Layla had much to be proud of but she kept her opinion to herself. Aya deliberately kept her breathing calm and remained silent, even when she came she did not make a sound, just peremptorily pushed the girl’s wet face away and grunted, “Barely acceptable. I will expect you to do better tonight.”

  When she passed by she noticed that Josh was busily digging again

  End of Book 1

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  Book 2

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 16

  The wooden box was silent and Aya approached on cat’s feet and listened carefully at the door. There was no sound. She gestured to the large guard she had brought with her and as he began to remove the cover from the door of the box she moved out of sight. His instructions were clear. He was to catch the girl, put locking manacles on her wrists and ankles and tie her arms to the bars at the end of the cage. Then he was to remove the collar and replace the batteries and put it back on. Last he was to put on a special set of chains that hobbled the girl’s ankles only about eighteen inches apart and looped up and fastened through a ring on the collar. The loop was diabolically designed. It was too short to stand up completely and if she wanted enough slack to make even a short step she would have to bow over very low. Once she was back on her feet Aya knew she would have to stand bowed over at all times and shuffle along with mincing steps. It would be hard to put on a show of bravado when perpetually bent into a posture of obeisance.

  Aya told him to not speak to the girl. He was free to use any amount of force he felt necessary but not to injure or penetrate her sexually. Aya had deliberately chosen the large guard that had frightened Faith earlier.

  There was a considerable amount of thumps and the cage shook as the girl obviously fought in panic when the guard laid his hands on her. Aya s when she heard the loud pop of a slap and the resulting squall of pain. Only then did Faith realize that the collar was not functioning and began to curse in earnest, snarling out insults and threats as she fought his every action. It did not take long. The guard was many times stronger than the girl and experienced at restraining rebellious slaves. Soon the insults and threats turned to pleading and fear when the girl realized she was completely helpless.

  Then all was silent again and Aya knew the collar was back on. The guard came out and nodded respectfully to Aya, signaling that her instructions had been carried out. Aya could hear the rattling of the chains as the girl moved about. Aya moved to stand in the opening of the cage and saw the girls eyes widen and then narrow with hate as she recognized her. Aya looked at the figure of the girl, her arms tied to the bars, spread high and wide, holding up all her weight now that the foreshortened chains prevented her from putting her feet on the ground. “You are wise to keep your lips sealed, slave. The collar is on and will remain so until I am convinced you have learned a little respect.”

  Aya walked close and looked closely at the girls face. She was sweating and her hair was sticking to her face, covering her eyes. Aya’s hand was almost tender as she stroked the hair back out of the girl’s face. Faith sneered and jerked her face away from the touch. Aya crooned, “You are supposed to hate me, you know. I expect it. In fact I demand it.” She let her finger trace down the girl’s body, t
oying with a nipple and then sliding down further, coming close but not quite touching the girl’s cunt. Faith struggled to avoid the touch but then realizing she was not going to be able to escape she went limp and closed her eyes.

  Aya was not to be fooled that passivity was surrender. She chuckled and pulled the finger away. “I think you and I should go for a walk.” Aya called to the guard and together they took the girl down and fastened her wrist manacles behind her back. Then Aya quickly put a makeshift bridle on the girl’s head, the guard forced the girl’s teeth open and put the bit deep between her jaws. Aya threaded the reins through a ring on the girl’s bound wrists and experimented a little pulling on one rein and then the other, jerking the girl’s head from side to side, a soft string of drool hanging down from the girl’s painfully gaping mouth.

  Aya smirked as she watched the girls breasts sway from side to side with each jerk of the reins and she made a note to herself to get some nice little bells for her new pony. “Okay, let’s get moving.” Aya picked up a wicked little single tailed whip that was about three feet long and snapped it sharply against Faith’s naked ass. “Get up there!” Aya deliberately put on a terrible American cowboy accent, trying to sound like John Wayne from the movies.