Sent for Training Pt. 02 by DorsetP

Sent for Training Pt. 02 by DorsetP

Explore the exhilarating journey of empowerment and discovery in 'Sent for Training Pt. 02.' This adult sex story delves into themes of desire, intimacy, and personal growth. Join the characters as they navigate a world of passion and connection. Perfect for fans of steamy fiction!<br/> The following week, I sent Lucy an email requesting her presence at the weekend. She was to arrive on Saturday morning and plan to stay until Sunday afternoon. Her training was to begin in earnest. I told her the theme of the weekend was obedience. I also requested that she shave her pubic region.

I received a reply very quickly stating that she would be happy to attend and was looking forward to meeting me again.

Saturday soon arrived, and Lucy rang the doorbell at exactly ten o’clock, she did not make the same mistake of being late twice.

I was greeted with, “Wow, I was so nervous last time I did not notice how beautiful your house is, and it’s huge.” Lucy was carrying a small overnight bag.

“I inherited it, it is a beautiful house, and I have been lucky enough to live here all my life.”

“Do you live alone?”

“I have a maid who lives in the annex above the garage, but she is generally away most weekends. I also have a stable lad who helps with the horses, though he lives in the village.”

“It is beautiful, I love horses, where should I put my bag? I didn’t know I was being trained by the lady of the manor.” Lucy seemed both flustered and excited.

“Lucy, you were always going to get a sore bottom today, carry on like this and it will be a very, very sore bottom.”

She paused, “Yes, Mistress.”

“That is better.”

I led her upstairs and showed her one of the guest rooms. I told her I would make coffee and see her downstairs in a few minutes.

Over coffee, I told her we were to go into the local town, and she seemed happy with the plan. As we stood to go, I picked up a hairbrush I had positioned earlier.

“Could you please put this in your bag,” I asked.

“No need, I have a brush already.”

“It is not for your hair, it is for your bottom, if you are naughty, I will ask for it.”

“Oh,” she blushed and took the brush. “I will be very good.”

“Let’s hope so.”

With this, we headed into town. We had a lovely morning and visited a few shops, browsed a couple of galleries, and got to know each other better.

We had lunch in a quiet bistro on a side street close to the beach. I stuck to water as I was driving, but Lucy had wine, which seemed to relax her. I took this opportunity to ask more about her husband.

“He is kind, but so boring. He lives for work, and it is all he talks about. I was on the rebound from my first husband when I met him. My first husband was exciting and passionate, but ultimately, he broke my heart. Hugh seemed careful and safe. What he needs is a Labrador, not a wife.”

She looked sad as she related this tale. She then smiled. “But meeting you is exciting.”

“Let’s see if you still think so tomorrow.” Then, in a matter-of-fact tone, I asked, “Could you please put your knickers in my handbag.”

She looked a bit confused for a moment, then nodded and made to stand up.

“No, please remove them here.”

She now looked very flustered and looked around the room. Nobody was paying us any attention, I had deliberately chosen a quiet table. She reached under her skirt and tried to undress without drawing any attention to herself. She deposited her panties into my bag. They were pale blue cotton, very sensible but boring.

“In my presence in the future, you will only wear one of the uniforms I will be providing. Otherwise, you will wear sexy lingerie. These knickers are not satisfactory, and I will throw them in the next bin we pass.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you have such underwear?”

“Yes, I have naughty knickers.”

“Naughty Knickers, where did that come from.”

“My first husband called sexy underwear naughty knickers; I have a selection at home. I will have to dig them out from the bottom of the drawer, I have not worn naughty knickers for a long time.”

“Well, that is all going to change, now we are going to buy your first uniform.” I paid the bill, and Lucy followed me outside. We headed back to the high street.

We entered a school outfitter. Lucy was to acquire a school uniform. I know the manager well, as I have been a regular customer over the years. When she saw me, she bustled over. “Hello, again, lovely to see you, how can I help?”

“This young lady requires a uniform to improve her studies.”

Lucy looked mortified.

“Of course. Let me get everything for you.”

She hurried behind the counter and soon placed a short, pleated grey skirt on the counter. This was quickly followed by a white blouse and striped tie.

“Socks or stockings?” She asked.

“Stockings with suspenders, black if possible,” I replied. Lucy looked like she wished the ground would open up before her.

Stockings and a pretty suspender belt were added to the pile of clothing.

“Traditional or sexy panties?”

“Both, please, it would be nice to have a choice.”

Blue serge knickers and a black thong were added.

“Do you need shoes?”

“No, I have a lovely pair of stilettos at home.”

“Is there anything else?”

“No, that is perfect. Lucy needs training, and this uniform will help. Thank you so much.”

The manager looked at Lucy. “You had better be a good girl, otherwise you might find yourself sleeping on your tummy.” She gave a knowing smile.

“I will try,” Lucy mumbled, she was bright red.

We left the shop and found ourselves in the late afternoon sunshine. “Let’s finish our outing with a walk around the park. The one I like is hidden away; the tourists never find it. This time of year, it is lovely and always uncrowded.”

Lucy nodded; I think she was relieved to be out of the outfitters.

Five minutes later, we were in the park. I headed to the viewing point overlooking the bay. As we rounded the corner, I saw a man that I recognized.

“Benedict, how lovely to see you.”

He turned and smiled. “Likewise.”

“Lucy, this is Benedict, he was trained by me last year. Benedict, this is Lucy, she is just beginning her training.”

“Hi Lucy,” Benedict smiled.

Lucy mumbled something but looked embarrassed.

“Benedict, does your wife now take a firm hand with you?”

“Oh yes, I was caned last night.”

“Good, that is exactly what you need. Lucy will go to bed tonight with a striped bottom.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Benedict said with sympathy.

“Lucy, why don’t you bend over and show Benedict your bottom. He will be able to see what is to be punished.”

She made to protest and frantically looked around.

“Lucy, remember obedience is the theme of the weekend. If you do not bend over, I will be asking for the hairbrush.”

Slowly and with great reluctance, she turned her back to us and bent over.

“Now lift your skirt.”

There was a long hesitation, and then slowly she bared herself. Her naked buttocks were on display.

“She does have a beautiful bottom,” Benedict commented.

“Yes, it will look even better once my cane has finished visiting it.”

I made Lucy stay in position for a short while before telling her to cover up. We said goodbye to Benedict and walked to the car in silence. On the drive home, Lucy said. “You arranged to meet Benedict, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. I wanted to test you.”

The normal Lucy returned, “Did I pass?”

“No, if I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately.”

“Sorry, but I am new to this.”

“I know, but it is part of your training.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

When we arrived home, I asked her to take her uniform upstairs and join me in the lounge. I requested that she be naked when she presented herself. I gathered a few things I would need and awaited her arrival. I did not have to wait long.

As she stepped into the room once again, I was taken by her beauty. “Stand in the centre of the room. I will explain the areas of your body that I may choose to punish. But first here are some shoes I would like you to wear.” I handed her a pair of highly polished black stilettos with a narrow three-inch heel. “I require you to wear these shoes whenever I request or when you are dressed in uniform.”

“Yes, Mistress.” She put on the shoes and stood before me.

“Cup your breasts for me.”

She did as requested and seemed to be offering me her breasts.

“Tease your nipples.”

She used her thumbs to excite herself. I then bent and took her left nipple in my mouth and gently sucked it to full hardness. I repeated this with her right nipple.

I took from behind the sofa a riding crop, it was white but with a light tan handle and a light tan leather tab at the end of the shaft. “Sometimes I may choose to punish your breasts.”

Lucy looked very nervous.

“When you are to be punished this way, I wish you to present your breasts for correction as you are doing now. Is that clear?” All the time I was saying this, I teased her nipples with the leather tab.

“Yes, Mistress, please don’t punish me.”

“That is for me to decide, remember your obedience.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That is better. I will not punish you here today.”

“Thank you.”

“I see you shaved yourself.”

“Yes, it still feels strange.”

“I am going to check that you have done a good job, any stray hairs could result in punishment. Stand with your legs apart.”

She opened her legs for me.

“Wider please.”

She complied, and I knelt before her. I ran my hand over her smoothness and was pleased to find she had done an excellent job.

“Well done, let’s check the back.” I walked behind her and knelt again. Once in position, I parted her buttocks. “You have a lovely bottom, I will enjoy punishing you later, but you have passed your inspection. Please keep yourself shaved.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Earlier, I had placed a dining room chair in the room. I asked Lucy to take a seat but to sit at the front of the seat with her legs apart. I picked up a twelve-inch plastic ruler. “When you are very naughty, I may have to punish you here.” I tapped the ruler on her pussy. Lucy tried to close her legs. “Open your legs, you will present yourself properly.” She reluctantly opened herself to my attention.

“Please don’t punish me there,” Lucy begged.

“Not today, but remember that I might.”

She nodded.

“Now put your hand over your pussy but keep your legs wide apart.” Lucy was happy to follow this instruction. “Your inner thighs are very sensitive; I may choose to punish you here.” With this, I slapped the ruler onto her left thigh.” Lucy jerked and closed her legs once again.