“Colonel, can I ask what Kate’s training will actually consist of?” Richard enquired. “And how far will she be expected to go with what’s asked of her?”
“I’d rather not disclose that at the present time, that’s the exciting part for her you see, the not knowing. Besides wouldn’t it spoil the fun for you too? As with any new slave we have to find out how far she’s willing to take things, how far she’ll allow herself to be degraded in order to achieve her goal?” Richard certainly was keen to find out, she’d already gone farther than he expected, and now he wondered how far away that goal was.
Colonel Mason stood up from his desk, reached over and pulled on the long cord hanging from the ceiling: the servant’s bell system had been left in the house and still seemed to be in a usable condition. They heard the faint ringing from a distant room. Within a minute, the lady who had shown them in entered the room.
“Ah, thank you Janet. Let me introduce you. Mr. and Mrs. Adams, this is Janet Bishop, my housekeeper.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Richard who left his chair and shook her hand. Kate remained seated, unsure of the correct procedure as the woman had shown no interest in her previously.
The colonel continued. “Janet looks after the house and myself as would any other housekeeper. What differs here is that she is fully aware of the activities of the house and assists whenever needed. What makes her perfect for her role is that she’s a feminist and believes in women being women, on an equal footing with men. She finds it appalling that you women come here of your own free will to be subjected to all manner of abuse. In her eyes you get all you deserve in the way of punishment for your betrayal of your gender.” He smiled warmly at the housekeeper.
“All of my clients are willing participants, some are sent by their partners to be punished for poor behaviour but a lot are single and come because they crave the treatment they receive. As they come here voluntarily they’re free to leave at any time during a session, if and when they feel that they’ve had enough. You on the other hand are a slave belonging to Oakham, and therefore, not free to leave. Oakham slaves may choose not to attend at all of course, that is their right, but once here they’re committed. That’s what Janet here despises and why she has no respect for them.”
Kate looked at the housekeepers face which gave nothing away, her head slightly nodding in agreement as The Colonel spoke.
“Merely by arriving here they have made a statement that they’re available for the use of men, and that’s why she adores seeing them badly treated. You see, she hopes that the suffering will force them to refuse to attend. It rarely happens of course but not due to a lack of effort on our part.”
The last statement was accompanied by a broad smile. “Isn’t that so Janet?”
“Yes Colonel, they need to see the error of their ways.”
“Right let’s see what we’re working with here. Catherine, would you stand please.” It was more of a request than an order.
“Take off your suit and put it on my desk.” Kate swallowed hard and slowly unbuttoned her jacket. Following her experiences in Weston’s office she was expecting no less than being naked here. She slipped off the jacket and placed it neatly on the desk. She undid the back zip of her skirt and fumbled with the waistband button before releasing it. The skirt slid down her legs revealing her stockings. She stood facing the colonel in her bra, panties and stockings and waited. The excitement was wetting her between the legs.
“Take off the bra,” he said. Kate reached behind, undid the hooks and released the strap before sliding the shoulder straps down and removing the bra. She wondered whether her body was appealing to Miss Bishop who, she rightly or wrongly assumed, would like women rather than men as partners. After a slight nod of approval from the colonel the order came to remove her panties. She grasped the elastic top and pushed downward, feeling the soft material pass over her buttocks. She paused when they reached mid-thigh, bent from the waist and took them to her ankles. Stepping carefully from them they were picked up and placed on the desk with the rest of her clothing. So, yet again she stood in a state of undress in front of strangers; it was getting to be common place. Colonel Mason rose from his chair and walked around the desk to her. The tall and powerful looking man slowly circled her as he assessed her body. She was comforted by the nodding and muttered approval. Moving a chair next to her, he sat down. Taking hold of her hand he guided her to stand sideways between his parted legs.
“Down, and bend over my knee.” My god, he’s going to spank me, she thought, right there in front of Richard and Miss Bishop, I’ll die of the embarrassment. She did as she was told and positioned herself as instructed. The colonel placed his free leg over the back of her knees locking them in place. I can do this, she told herself, Richard has spanked me, and it’s not too bad. A large warm hand pushed down in the middle of her back holding her securely. The first blow landed on her left buttock. It was a lot harder than she expected and was quickly followed by countless others raining down on her rapidly burning backside. Kate instinctively put a protective hand behind her in an attempt to save her flesh from further abuse. The Colonel stopped.
“Janet, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Certainly Colonel.” Richard assumed it to be a common problem as the unexplained request was acted upon immediately. Janet stood in front of Kate, bent her arms behind her back and held them together with her own surprisingly strong hands.
“Okay, she’s ready,” Janet confirmed.
“Thank you Janet.” The spanking resumed. He worked over the whole area from the top of her buttocks to the curve at the top of her legs. Kate was in agony; she writhed around, tried to kick, shook her head and gritted her teeth. Nothing eased the fire below her waist. She cried out and begged and begged for him to stop.
It was what she’d fantasised about, having no say in what was done to her, but the reality was very different. Her backside burned, she was sobbing and she could feel the mucus running from her nose. It was not the elegant spanking she’d imagined in so many fantasies. Finally the blows stopped. Kate didn’t allow herself to feel relief, thinking it was another pause in the proceedings, but then, when Miss Bishop’s hands released her arms she knew it was over.
“Stand up and compose yourself,” he said, handing her a box of tissues.
“Thank you.”
Once standing she caught Richard’s eye and real humiliation swept over her. Even after he’d witnessed her being spanked by a stranger and seen her cry like a child she just stood there waiting for instructions, what must he think of her?
She took a few minutes to calm herself and regain some dignity. The others waited patiently. When, once again she seemed ready to continue, the Colonel spoke.
“That was very good Catherine, well done. Janet, would you show Catherine to the bar please.”
“Over here,” came the curt instruction, accompanied by a gesture with her head indicating that Kate should follow. ‘The Bar’, placed at the far end of the long room, turned out to have a base–some four foot square–made of thick oak and a central round steel column which supported a buttoned brown leather pad about six inches wide and two feet long.
“Bend over with the bar length ways down your body and get comfortable.” Janet told her. She stepped onto the oak base, leaned forward placing her torso along the bar. After adjusting her breasts, which then hung to each side, it was quite a comfortable position. Janet then proceeded to fasten straps to each ankle and wrist attaching them to rings in the base. Once her limbs were pulled sideways her feet were no longer able to rest on the base: she appeared to be suspended in mid-air. She gave a subtle pull with her legs and arms, testing the position but was granted only a minimum of movement.
“Thank you Janet, would you care to join us? The Colonel said, as he moved toward Kate. Richard was pleased to be asked, so far he had been only a passive spectator.
Kate tried to imagine the spectacle she was providing for all three of them. She still wore her stockings and heels, but nothing else, and the thought of being exhibited in such a shocking manner turned her on. With her head hanging down she could see the legs of the two men standing behind her. She watched the Colonel move forward, just a moment before she felt his touch on her open sex. Pulling her labia apart he bent slightly to get a better view, probably studying her inner lips and clitoris. Kate surprised herself to realise that her exhibition was more of a turn on to her than a humiliation, and amazed at how far she’d gone in such a short while.
“Nice full lips, and good extended inners too, I like that in a woman,” The Colonel observed. There it was again thought Kate, reference to her lips. Graham Weston said it would be humiliating for her having them so visible. Having his opinion reinforced by The Colonel made sure that she would be constantly aware of them: they were doing a good job on her. Her thoughts were interrupted by fingers pushing deep into her, then withdrawing and being wiped on her leg.
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