Each slash of the belt was precisely placed, ensuring that the whole area from the top of her buttocks to the base of her thighs received a share of the pain. It was not like the spanking, those dull pounding hand blows took time to have an effect, but the impact of the strap was felt as soon as the leather made contact with her still tender flesh. Each strike followed the same pattern-a line of burning ending in a sharp pain where the tip of the belt curled round, then he waited for the sensation to die down before applying the next stroke.
Kate found the waiting intolerable, constantly tightening her muscles in anticipation of the pain to come. Unable to hold the tension for too long she was forced to relax, and then he struck again. Her stoicism didn’t last long. The pain had her arms and legs pulling against the bonds in a futile attempt to escape the assault: the continuing and relentless assault. Losing all sense of time she became lost in the sensations emanating from her lower body. Each new blow merged into the last, distinguishable only by the distant sound of the impact but always contributing to the dull throbbing mass which was her backside. With eyes tightly closed her crying and screaming became the only outlet for her distress.
As if to increase the cruelty, the blows were no longer being spread over the whole of her lower body and instead were concentrated in one small area at the centre of her rear, one directly on top of the other, enhancing the pain, taking it to new heights.
“You can take it Kate, that’s very good.” The Colonel’s voice took a while to register, but when it did her eyes flew open–his voice was in front of her. She turned to see the black boots and leggings standing to her side and the strap being brought down yet again by Janet. It worried her to think what this woman might do to her, she hated weak women, she said, despised them for not being loyal to their gender. Could she take things too far out of spite and loathing. The shock of the discovery was soon replaced by fear and renewed vigorous pulling at her bonds but she no longer had the strength keep it up and was soon reduced to a tearful, sobbing wreck, meekly accepting the woman’s endless barrage. Was this how she gained revenge for the treacherous betrayal of women? Kate didn’t care. Instead of feeling defeated she found instead a new level of defiance and endured the torture until the colonel called a halt to the proceedings.
They left her in position for a short while, allowing her to gain some of her former composure. Once the beating had ceased, the sobbing soon subsided to be replaced by an unexpected calmness within her. She was bewildered to realise that she was proud to have been beaten in such a cruel manner and pleased at having been made to endure it. She found an unexpected self-respect; she was considered special enough by her tormentors to put her through it.
“Janet, would you apply the cream please?
“Certainly,” Janet said, before gently soothing the cream into the abused flesh. “There, that’s better isn’t it? The cream will make it heal more quickly and reduce the bruising.”
Even if it had no healing properties Kate wouldn’t have minded. The gentle movement of Janet’s hands during its application was enough to justify its use. Kate considered the situation to be bizarre: being soothed and pampered by the very person who had caused the damage. Was the woman also paying a little too much attention to the areas which the strap had failed to reach?
Colonel Mason moved around to her front and stooped down to her level. After gently brushing the wet hair from her tear stained face, he spoke softly to her.
“You did very well Catherine, very well indeed. There’ll be others who’ll wish to punish and beat you but probably not more excessively than you just experienced. You see we’re giving you the strength to face future maltreatment with fortitude, in the knowledge that you’ll be able to bear it, that you’ll undergo it with courage and not be defeated by your abusers.”
“I know, thank you Sir,” she said and a warm smile came to his face in recognition of her tenacity.
“You are indeed a valuable commodity, my dear.”
Mason’s years of experience in the Army as well as in the role of trainer had taught him the value of after-care and praise when dealing with his underlings. What the cream did for the flesh, so the praise did for the mind; both had the power to heal the pain. He was not out to break the will of his trainee’s, no, his role was to draw out their desire to please, their eagerness to satisfy the demands of others and that would only occur when the slave was a willing and ardent participant. Punishment was not such a powerful tool in the training of a slave. Often they are punished merely for the pleasure of others. So, in its own right, being punished is no indication of having displeased. On the other hand praise will only be bestowed when deserved: a far more valuable tool.
“You can take Catherine now Janet and help her to get ready.” As she approached to undo the cuffs Janet took a long moment to study Kate’s marked and used body. Her expression, Kate couldn’t quite read. It may have been pity, it could have been loathing, perhaps even envy, but before she had time to dwell on the analysis it was gone and the impassive face of the efficient housekeeper and assistant returned.
They left the room and returned to where Kate had been prepared. As she dressed ready to leave, she expected another lecture about her disloyalty but none was forthcoming.
By the time they drove home darkness had taken over the city. Kate looked out of the window observing the people undertaking their daily routine, wondering if she should, or could return to hers.
Once home and having made a fuss of Oscar, feeding him a little smoked salmon as a treat, they decided that it was late enough for bed. After showering Kate slipped into bed next to Richard who was waiting to hear what was on her mind. He’d read the tell-tale signs, the quietness in the car and her short, concise sentences.
“You’ll need to wear trousers for a couple of days you know, you’re marked right down your legs.”
“I know, I’ve looked in the mirror.”
“So, come on, out with it. What’s on your mind?” He put his arm around her for comfort and to help her open up to him.
“You read me like a book don’t you?”
“Yes, a top shelf dirty book. Now, what is it?”
“I was just thinking in the car on the way back, about us. I mean, you seeing me treated like that, have you lost respect for me?”
“You idiot, is that all that’s bothering you?” He said it with some relief. “The same thing crossed my mind, whether you’d lost your respect for me in letting this happen to you. Shouldn’t I be the macho alpha male protecting his woman?”
“Well, I hadn’t considered that, how much strength of character you needed to let it happen, while I’m tied there taking it easy. You need so much self-control to let it happen. My hero.”
“Watch it you sarcastic little madam or I’ll smack your arse.”
“Would you mind waiting a couple of days?” she whined. He kissed the top of her head.
“So, you’re still keen to carry on with this and see it through are you?” Richard asked.
“If I wasn’t and wanted to stop, do you think we could go back to our previous lives and routines? Do you want to sit and watch another repeat of ‘You’ve Been Framed’ in the evening instead of taking me to have my arse strapped?”
“I don’t know which is more painful actually.”
“You idiot, I’m serious.” she gave him a smile, “Are you still OK with it?”
“It’s exciting, I can’t deny that, and the lust on your face as you were brought in by Janet today got me hard. The Colonel was right, you are special. But you’re the one taking the physical stuff it’s you who needs to decide when enough is enough. Have you had enough Kate?”
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