The door opened and Billy began to tremble. The Mistress came in and looked at him,
smiling. “I see that you are trembling with excitement, Billy, and ready to get started
with the lessons in manners. Well, don’t you worry yourself. By the time I have finished
with you, your manners will be impeccable.” She looked down at Billy. “Do you think that
thirty strokes of the cane would be too much?” and she added, “Don’t answer that, because
I was asking myself.” She went behind him and grasped his buttock cheek. “Well, it is
big enough to take that kind of punishment, but I think I will start off with the flogger
just to warm your body up.”
Slap! Billy felt the hand of the Mistress strike his buttock cheek. “Yes, there is
plenty of meat there to manipulate. Now, I had better tell you the rules of discipline:
there are no rules, ha, ha! There’s an interesting thing,” and she ran a finger up his
back. “I see whip marks under the skin on your back, so you have been whipped before and
I find that very interesting. You are a masochist, and that is good because I can go a
little further with you than I was going to. I just love pain freaks. They are so very
entertaining.”
“I am not a masochist, Mistress.” Billy started to pull at his bonds.
“Speaking out of turn? That is a few extras, and what do you mean you are not a
masochist? The marks are here to see. If you are not a masochist, then you must have
been in bondage. Were you collared?”
“Yes, Mistress, I was once collared, but my Mistress let me go due to health reasons.”
“So you were collared, but looking at your back you must have been a bad slave. I am now
wondering what I will find on your front. There are also cane marks under the skin on
your buttocks, so I think that you were an under-performer in your tasks for your
Mistress. Slaves only get a whipping or caning if they are bad, and looking at the amount
of scars, I see it means that you were forever letting your Mistress down. Who was your
Mistress, Billy? I don’t want to do any damage to you if you are not a fit person. I
expect to build up your resistance over the next few years to the horse whip, because that
is my favourite instrument.”
“Mistress Marlene, Mistress. I served under her.”
“Marlene? Marlene? Yes, the name rings a bell, but... Oh yes, now I remember talking to
her at the Mistresses’ convention in London. You must be Jack, and yes she told me all
about you; how you absconded with one of her customer’s wives. You got a little out of
your depth, because she was only using you for a bit of rough sex. Yes, she went out for
the day and by the time she came back you had run away. I will give her a ring later to
see if she wants you back, but you will still be punished with the flogger. Given what
you have just told me, I think I had better give you the heavy flogger, and make it hard
because it will put you in the right frame of mind of what is to come. I mean to say, if
Mistress Marlene wants you back to punish you, then you might as well get to know the
feeling of pain once more.”
The Mistress, unseen by Billy, had walked over to a small table and picked up a flogger.
It came as a surprise when the first stroke touched his buttocks. Thwop! He yelled at
the top of his voice in pain and shock at the force of it.
“Now just shut that up, Billy, because one more outburst like that and I will have to
punish you… Ha, ha, ha, I don’t believe I just said that. Beating your ass has made me
feel so good that I’m intoxicated with excitement. You see, I am a Mistress of real pain,
and that is exactly what you are going to get.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! He made a small murmur on each stroke but no
screams and shouts, and the Mistress had a smile on her face. Thwop! Thwop! Thwop!
Thwop! Thwop! Thwop! It was now beginning to seriously hurt Billy, and he knew that he
would soon be shouting again when she changed the direction of her strokes. Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The strokes covered his back, and there was
very little skin left untouched. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
There were tears falling from his eyes now, and he was shouting on each stroke, but not
too loudly.
“I think I will just give you a few of the cane before I go up to lunch, because I am not
sure if I will have to give you back to your old Mistress.”
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