Now you know what this apparatus is for

Since arriving at the training camp Ken has seen and been intrigued by a piece of apparatus that is dominating one end of the field but he hasn’t been able to think about it and any request for information on what it is for are met with silence from the staff and his fellow trainee’s. The camp was voluntary but it came with a heavy suggestion from the authorities as all the trainees were all boys and girls between the ages of 18 and 21 who had come to the attention of the authorities for some reason or another.

Ken had come to the attention of the authorities for playing a peripheral role in a large fight that had broken out between two sets of football fans and the only reason he wasn’t joining many of the others in front of the courts was that he’d only reacted after being hit a couple of times so was considered to be acting in self defence. It was the police man who came to see Ken’s parents the following morning who must have made the suggestion of the camp as when he got in that evening from his summer job he was told that he was going to the camp and before he had a chance to argue a formidable man and woman dressed in combats had escorted him out of the house to a car.

‘You have been selected as an ideal candidate for our 10 week training program which has been designed to teach those with the potential to self destruct the value of self discipline and this is because of the fight you were involved in last night. Your parents’ think that the program would be very beneficial for you generally but it is voluntary and therefore you have to agree so do we have your agreement?’ the woman asks having sat down beside Ken and her very presence is intimidating enough.

‘Yes you have my agreement’ Ken responds and before there is any opportunity to change his mind the car sets off and not another word is spoken until the car pulls up to a solid wooden gate in a high fence that opens automatically and then quickly closes behind the car. Looking round Ken sees a dozen or so simple wooden huts to one side of a large grassy field and beyond that looks to be mile upon mile of trees reminding Ken of stories he’d read in the past of labour camps and it was almost as if the woman was reading his mind.

‘Yes this place does look like a Russian labour camp and we have taken elements of that into our program as we believe that hard physical work is very good for the mind particularly for the likes of you who is intelligent enough to make something of their life but seemingly intent on wasting the opportunity of a university education. But it also brings in elements of the first stages of military training to get you physically fit and used to structure and taking orders from people as there seems to be an arrogant streak in your personality and you could certainly do with shedding more than a few pounds in weight’ the woman says when the car has drawn to a halt in front of the one brick building on site. Ken is soon fitted into his outfit of a simple green t-shirt and combat trousers with a pair of heavy boots to accompany them.

‘All new trainee’s start with a fitness test so you will drop to the ground and give me 20 press-ups and 20 sit-ups before you go for a two mile run’ the woman says and she is supervising very closely and discounts any repetition which doesn’t meet her exacting standards so that to get to 20 Ken has done around double that and his t-shirt is speckled with sweat, ‘not good at all but by the end of the program you will be giving me 200 without any difficult and now let’s see how slow you are on this run’ the woman says and she sets Ken off running towards the gate with her following and there is no rest when the reach the gate which is the mile as he is immediately instructed to run back to the starting point. It is more of a walk on the way back as Ken feels like he is gasping his last breath.

‘Twenty minutes is absolutely pathetic boy. I’ve got my work cut out with you and because of that you will spend your first two weeks in non-stop physical training under my supervision’ the woman says and it is during these sessions that Ken sees the apparatus in the field but the sessions are such hell that he doesn’t think rationally about it. There was a thirty minute period at the start of the day to get your building ready for the daily inspection and this was about the only time you had without supervision or sleep. The camp was getting new trainees almost every day and after a few weeks one of these had managed to smuggle in some cigarettes and he immediately became very popular and it was only a matter of time before someone was caught smoking and unfortunately Ken and Sarah were those people.

‘Well Ken you’ve been wondering what that apparatus at the end of the field is for and now you and Sarah are about to find out’ the woman who’d been supervising Ken’s physical training said with a smile on her face. Ken was instantly worried by this because a smile from her meant that she had dreamed up some new torment to put those on her physical training session through and this was to prove absolutely no different.

Sarah and Ken were marched at double time to the apparatus and instructed to face each other from either side of it. Ropes were hanging down from each of the uprights and these were wound round the upright a couple of times before they were tied round Sarah’s wrists first, stretching her forward and up onto her toes so that her body was pulled a little forward over the cross spar and suddenly Ken realised that the apparatus was a punishment trestle of some sort and he shrunk back from it but he was ordered to step forward to it to be similarly attached. Ken’s bottom was bared and then the woman walked round to Sarah to bare her bottom.

‘I am sure that the purpose of the apparatus is clear to both of you now but I’ll let the discomfort of the position and your situation sink in for a while before I return to administer the caning that is coming your way for smoking’ the woman says leaving Sarah and Ken to contemplate their fate. Neither spoke to each other but there was a mutual sympathy there and this only grew when they heard all of the trainees being marched up to watch the spectacle.

‘These two were caught smoking this morning and they will be punished with twenty four strokes of the cane to teach them that such behaviour is against the rules but equally importantly to act as a deterrent for the rest of you because if anyone else is caught smoking the punishment will be doubled’ the woman who’d put them in this position said sharply to the audience. Ken was rather glad that she walked round to him first because he just wanted the ordeal over and knew that if he’d had to watch Sarah being caned it would have been a torture in its own right. Ken felt the cane tap insistently on his bottom a couple of times before the first stroke is unleashed landing with a very sharp crack. There is an audible gasp from the audience and no sound from Ken but that is only because he is so shocked.

‘One’ is the call from another of the camp staff and that brought the second stroke down onto Ken’s bottom and again he managed to remain silent but only by clenching his teeth very tightly together. This was the pattern that as soon as the stroke was announced the next one landed and it appeared that there was no great hurry to complete the punishment as there were at least fifteen seconds between each to allow the pain to reach its peak just as the next one landed and it wasn’t too long before moans could be heard coming from Ken with each stroke. Ken had no idea what his bottom looked like but it felt as if he would never sit comfortably again because of the heat and pain in it. At one point as he was throwing his head back after a particularly severe stroke he caught sight of Sarah and tears were already beginning to trickle down her cheeks as the time for her caning was approaching rather quickly. Ken didn’t even realise to begin with that his caning had been completed as his bottom was in so much pain that it had taken over his brain.

It was only when he heard everyone marching round to the other side of the frame to watch Sarah’s punishment that he knew his was over and now he had to listen to her cries from the mid way point of the caning and this was almost worse than receiving the cane himself but soon enough it was over leaving the two of them with the woman who’d administered the caning.

‘Let’s untie you and you can both take your place in my physical training session and should there be any slacking from you then you will be back over the frame for another caning’ the woman says as she is untying us.

You will do your exercises

Ken was an integral part of the school rugby team and also played for the badminton team as well but he was a reluctant participant in both of the teams as he wasn’t really a sporty person and certainly team sports were a real challenge for him. The rugby and badminton teams were coached by different teachers and the PE teachers acted as the eyes of the coaches giving them the names of pupils who would make good additions to their teams. Ken had been nominated for both teams and as they played and trained on different evenings he was able to do both and there was little option for saying no to either Miss Law or Miss Gill who coached the rugby and badminton teams respectively.

It was the training regimes for both teams that was the hardest for Ken to come to terms with as it meant that every evening after school he remained behind to do the training and one week in his last year at the school Ken decided that he’d had enough of the regime and went home missing one of Miss Law’s and one of Miss Gill’s training sessions which made them livid with Ken and he knew that it would have consequences for him but he didn’t expect it to be as bad as it actually was. On the Wednesday he had another training session with Miss Law for the rugby team and she came and found Ken at lunchtime.

‘I trust that you will be attending the training session this afternoon and we will discuss your non attendance at Monday’s session at the end of the session’ Miss Law says to Ken in a tone of voice that frightens him. The training session itself was a tough one because the team had a big game at the weekend and this was our last major training session so there was lots of running and tackling at the start of the session before moving on to tactical drills. Miss Law was very free in handing out the 20 press up and 20 sit up drills for any slip ups and Ken seemed to get fingered every time leaving him absolutely shattered by the end of the session.

‘Ken you will remain in the changing room when you are changed, everyone else is dismissed’ Miss Law says as she is sending us back to the changing rooms leading to lots of looks at Ken from his team mates. It seems like forever that Ken is waiting for Miss Law to come in to the changing room but eventually she does having changed from her sports kit into a pair of jeans and a blouse that was almost moulded to her figure but in her hands she was holding a cane.

‘You shouldn’t have bothered getting dressed Ken as you are going to strip completely before standing up and putting your hands against the lockers, pushing your bottom right out to take twenty four with this cane’ Miss Law says. The look on Miss Law’s face gave Ken no hope for mercy so he obeyed the instructions and waited for the caning to begin. Ken has been caned once before by Miss Law and it was an experience that he had not enjoyed in the slightest but the first stroke of this caning was much harder than any of the previous caning. Each sharp crack of the cane echoed around the walls of the changing room and was followed by a gasp or a moan from Ken until finally all twenty four had been delivered.

‘You are playing on Saturday Ken despite you missing the training session but I expect a perfect performance and any failure to provide it will result in a further caning now get yourself out of here’ Miss Law says.

Badminton practice was the following evening and while Miss Gill didn’t come to find Ken during the day he was still so sore from the lesson that Miss Law had given him that he wasn’t going to risk skipping the practice again but what Ken had missed was that this practice session had been cancelled so the only person waiting for Ken was Miss Gill when he arrived at the changing room and she looked as angry as Miss Law had yesterday.

‘Practice is cancelled today Ken but there is the little matter of you missing practice on Tuesday to deal with so you will get changed and meet me in the gym in ten minutes’ Miss Gill says and she is already dressed in her sports kit. Ken is put through a hard circuit session before he has to play Miss Gill in a singles match. A match that ends in a very heavy defeat which is normal as Miss Gill is a former internationalist.

‘I spoke to Miss Law and she informed me that you missed one of her training sessions this week and she caned you for that yesterday so I’ve no doubt your bottom is still very bruised but that isn’t going to save you from my punishment. As you will know I prefer the strap to the cane so you are going to get twenty four with the strap before you get changed in this instance so bend over and touch your toes’ Miss Gill says as she has retrieved a strap from her locker. Just as the caning yesterday had been harder than any Miss Law had given Ken before so this strapping was also much harder than what he’d received from Miss Gill in the past and over the bruising from the caning each of the strokes draws a yelp from Ken’s throat.

‘Should you skip practise again Ken then the strapping you have just received is only a fraction of what I will give you so I would advise you to think very carefully in future’ Miss Gill says as she is dismissing Ken to the sanctuary of the changing room and a very cold shower to soothe the heat in his bottom.

Keep those arms up

‘Keep those arms up’ Captain James barks at Ken and Sally as they are standing with their backs to the wall and arms stretched out in front of them. On the upturned and outstretched palms is a pile of books with their watches on top of the books.

‘You were warned what would happen if your hands dropped before the alarms go off on your watches and this is your first and final warning’ Captain James continues. Cruelly the wall was tantalisingly close but it was just far enough away that Ken and Sally couldn’t reach it to provide support for their rapidly tiring arms. As Ken watched the watch tick down the fifteen minutes it seemed to start going backwards and what made the ordeal even worse was that they had both received twelve strokes of the cane on the bare bottom before this and knew that they had at least another twelve to come at the end of it and more if their hands dropped once more and they hadn’t been told what would happen if they dropped either the watch or books but it didn’t bear thinking about.

This punishment had been ordered by the Head of the camp after Ken and Sally had been found using their hands to play with each other when they were supposed to be on guard duty and he had specifically selected Captain James to administer the punishment as she was well known within the camp for being the toughest of the instructors. Ken’s left arm started to tremble as the weight of the books took its toll.

‘Keep those arms still. Finding it difficult are we boy’ Captain James barks in Ken’s ear, ‘well let’s see if this helps’ she continues as she places another book onto the pile, ‘only another eight minutes to go’ she adds as she is standing in front of the two of them looking at the effort on their faces. Ken couldn’t see what Sally looked like but he knew that his eyes were closed and his forehead was creased with the effort and beads of sweat were beginning to run down his face.

‘Perhaps the next time that you are on guard duty this will teach you to keep your hands on your weapons and not in each other’s pants’ Captain James barks, ‘and just be thankful that the Colonel vetoed my suggestion of making you two stand on grains of rice at the same time’ she continues before swishing the cane through the air, ‘I’m going to be so disappointed if I’m only able to give you the allotted twelve’ Captain James concludes before turning and marching away from us only to do an about turn and march right back into our faces.

‘Five minutes to go I bet those arms are really beginning to burn now and I bet you would accept any caning if I was to offer you the chance to bring this to an end’ Captain James said. Ken and Sally both remained silent at this suspecting that it was a trap, ‘a pair of tough ones I see well the weight obviously isn’t sufficient then’ Captain James says adding a further book to each of the piles. Out of the corner of his eye Ken could see Sally’s hands dropping and in an effort to get them back up the watch toppled off of the pile and landed on the floor. Calmly Captain James walked over and put the watch back on top of the books.

‘That’s an extra twenty four strokes of the cane’ she barked into Sally’s ear and tears started to roll down her face. Captain James moved directly in front of Ken for the remaining time and he focused his eyes on her cane but she spotted the tremble in both of his arms.

‘An extra twenty four for you as well boy for failing to keep your arms still’ Captain James barks into Ken’s ear and shortly after this the alarm goes off on both watches.

‘Keep your arms out’ Captain James barks as she slowly removes the books from Sally’s arms and then moves to Ken’s arms to do the same thing.

‘Now turn round, bend over and touch your toes for thirty six with the cane’ Captain James barks and dejectedly Ken and Sally obey the order.

A wonderful stroke of luck – final part

This is a repost of the final part of the multi-part story ‘A wonderful stroke of luck’

As Friday drew nearer Lina was doing her very best to tease me and Martina about the upcoming session by regularly holding whispered conversations with Rebecca, Michelle, Karin and Siobhan which we could only presume were planning what they were going to do to us. Then at nights when we were in bed she would tell me just how much they were all looking forward to it before making me work really hard sexually to satisfy her with my tongue and cock. Martina and I were allowed to talk together during the week and it was clear that Rebecca wasn’t giving her any information about the session either other than to echo Lina’s comments that they were really looking forward to it. As the week progressed we got increasingly nervous but we both had such trust in our respective Mistresses that we knew that the session would be absolutely amazing and that it would be something that we would be able to cope with although it might stretch us to our limits.

During the day on the Friday Lina, Rebecca, Karin and Michelle spent a long time in the wardrobe selecting outfits for themselves but we weren’t allowed to see them but what we were allowed to see were the outfits that they had selected for Martina, Siobhan and me. We were going to be dressed in camouflage trousers and t-shirts which had obviously been bought in for us and this intrigued me. We all had a late lunch and then Martina, Siobhan and me were sent to get dressed in one of the bedrooms and were told to remain there once we were dressed. As we were waiting I got a shock because we were joined by Samantha who was in an identical outfit. Samantha gave me a kiss on each cheek and I then introduced her to the others although they had all seen her during the shopping trip last week.

‘Samantha, I guess from the fact that you are dressed in the same way as we are that you are going to be part of this session as well? Does that also mean that Mistress Penny is involved?’ I asked.

‘Yes I am going to be involved with this session and yes Mistress Penny is also here for it. Lina told us about all of the fun that you have been having and invited us up for this final session a few weeks ago. I have absolutely no idea what is planned for us but I know that Lina and Mistress Penny have been bouncing ideas off of each other all week and finally settled on something on Wednesday and have been planning it ever since. I have the feeling that this is going to be incredibly memorable’ Samantha answered.

I put my hands into the pockets of my trousers and feel a piece of paper in the pocket and when I took it out I immediately recognised Lina’s handwriting.

“All you need to know about the role you will all be playing is that you are a small resistance cell fighting against my rule as Queen of the territory. When you are all dressed you will make your way outside to the woods at the end of the garden. Here you will find a map by the birch tree and you will be studying this map as if planning your next attack” were the instructions. Everyone found the same instructions in their own trousers and we all followed them. We were silent as we made our way to the tree and true enough a map was pinned to the tree and we took it down. This tree was in a small clearing so we spread the map out on the ground and were all hunched round the map planning an attack on the house that was at the centre of the map.

‘Well what do we have here then’ I heard all of a sudden and recognised Mistress Penny’s voice as did Samantha who was sitting next to me in the huddle. We both tried to get to our feet and spin round but as we were getting up Penny swept her feet round in front of us sending us sprawling back down to the ground.

‘I think we’ve found ourselves the resistance cell that has been causing us so much trouble recently. They were obviously fooled by the map we planted suggesting that this was the site of our prison camp where they would be able to free their leader. The Queen will be pleased when we show her what we have found and we may be rewarded with the opportunity to watch them being interrogated and destroyed. Shackle them girls’ Penny continued menacingly. Martina and Siobhan had been trying to sneak away as Penny was speaking but were stopped by Karin and Jo who very quickly had their wrists and ankles secured in steel shackles with chain linking them together. Samantha and I had turned round and saw all three of them standing in front of us looking absolutely stunning in their own battledress complete with replica rifles but what really caught our attention was the large knife that Penny had in her hands. As Karin and Jo were shackling us Penny was giving us a physical working over with hard slaps and punches to our body.

‘That should soften you two up a bit’ she said spitefully, ‘now let’s get these four into the Queen’s personal torture chamber’ she continued grabbing Samantha and me by the hair and pulling us to our feet before dragging us in the direction of the house. Karin and Jo herded Martina and Siobhan in the direction of the house but without the outright violence that Penny was using with the two subs that she knew could take it. As we neared the house Samantha and I looked at each other and we started to struggle against Penny’s grip which prompted her to temporarily release us both so that she could deliver a series of punches to our stomachs before delivering a heavy slap to each cheek with her hand. This slap rang out loudly and quelled our rebellion for the moment allowing her to drag us into the house through the back door and then down into the dungeon. Martina and Siobhan were herded in a few moments behind us and Penny had Karin and Jo push them into the centre of the dungeon under one of the ceiling beams where ropes were hanging down. We watched the shackles being removed from Martina and Siobhan’s wrists before their arms were pulled above their heads and tied off to these ropes. Both sets of ankles were left shackled leaving the two of them exposed and vulnerable. Penny then had Karin and Jo bring Samantha forward and she was tied up to the same beam but her ankles were released from each other and spread wider apart so that the steel cuffs could be attached to rings in the floor meaning that Samantha’s body was pulled taut. Finally I was tied up in the same way that Samantha had been and I could feel the stretch on every part of my body.

‘Girls I’m sure that they won’t give you any trouble in this position but if they do give them a kick in the groin as that will sicken them. I will be go and report to the Queen and be back shortly’ Penny said sharply leaving Karin and Jo standing in front of us looking us up and down with disdain on their faces suggesting that they had gotten completely into the role that they were playing. I thought that I would see just how far they were in role and when they walked in front of me I spat at them sending it well over their heads and immediately Jo swung her foot into my groin with some force and when she saw my face creasing up she grinned from ear to ear. It was at that moment that the door to the dungeon opened and Penny led Lina down into the dungeon followed by Rebecca and Michelle.

‘So he still hasn’t learnt his lesson then girls’ Penny said sharply as she saw that I was grimacing.

‘No he spat at us Captain’ Karin said.

‘Well I’m sure that he will pay for his insolence’ Penny said.

Lina was looking absolutely stunning in her black leather corset and skin tight PVC jeans with her boots over the top of them. Her arms were sheathed in black leather gloves and her face had a regal appearance befitting her role as the Queen. Michelle and Rebecca were attired in matching corsets, panties and stockings with knee-high boots.

‘Your Highness we found these four in the woods planning an attack on the house in the hope of freeing their leader. We planted false intelligence to this effect in the local public house hoping that it would filter back to the resistance and that they would send their crack cell to affect the escape. It has worked and we have now captured their very best fighters. These four have been responsible for causing untold damage to our economic operations and have killed hundreds of my troops in recent times so it is good to have captured them’ Penny says.

‘Well done Captain Williams. I have been following the intelligence reports of the activities of these terrorists with interest and am glad that you have finally brought them before me without any significant damage. In view of what they have done to your troops you should remain and see how we are going to make them suffer, and suffer they will. We will break them completely and provide photographic evidence for the local community to dissuade anyone else from joining the resistance movement. Now strip them’ Lina said very calmly.

Penny, Karin and Jo unsheathed the knives that they were carrying and approached Samantha, Martina and Siobhan respectively. It didn’t take many slashes from the knives to cut through the clothes leaving the three girls completely naked as even the boots were untied so that the socks could be cut off. Penny moved to me when she had Samantha completely naked and it was impressive to watch the long slashing cuts of the knife going through the cotton like a hot knife through butter. She took every opportunity to play the cold steel blade on my skin as she was tearing at the clothes.

‘Aha the mark of their leader Queen Tamsin’ Penny said as she removed my t-shirt, ‘we have got the leader of the resistance in our clutches here never mind just their best fighters. It will finish them as a viable force when he doesn’t come back from the mission’ Penny crowed. Lina stepped over to have a look for herself.

‘Yes I see the mark of Tamsin on his shoulder. I wonder how that dear little bitch will feel when she sees her former lover join her in the mine or did I send her to the rest and relaxation centre for our troops. I really can’t remember. Whichever I’m sure that I can reunite them in misery instead of in pleasure’ Lina said before driving her fist into my stomach as I made a move to spit at her.  Lina walked along the front and back of all the captives feeling them up.

‘Unshackle this one and bring her over to me. She is far too pretty to be put to work in the mines instead the troops will love her in the rest and relaxation home’ Lina said as she was standing by Siobhan. Penny untied Siobhan and with her hands in her hair she pulled her over to Lina’s throne.

‘Now we’d better see just how sexually experienced she is because I wouldn’t want her to disappoint any of the troops. Bring the man over to me and we can see how this pretty little thing reacts to sucking cock and being fucked like the whore she is soon to become’. Penny walked back to me and untied me before tying my hands behind my back and frogmarching me over to where Siobhan was kneeling with a very excited but nervous look on her face. I was brought to a halt in front of Siobhan and Lina wrapped her hand in Siobhan’s hair taking a good hold.

‘Now girl hands first then mouth’ Lina ordered sharply and I watched Siobhan tentatively raise her hands and match what she had done during the poker night with my cock which started to harden.

‘It’s such a shame that this man chose the wrong cousin all those years ago. He could have had great fun using that tool with me but now his life is going to end in misery in our mines’ Lina said as Siobhan was continuing to play with my cock. When Lina saw that it was nearly at full size she pushed Siobhan’s head forward and her lips kissed the head of my cock.

‘Open your mouth and take it inside it you little whore’ Lina said sharply and with her other hand she reached down and tweaked one of Siobhan’s nipples cruelly. Siobhan does open her mouth and puts her lips around the top of my cock with her tongue running over the head itself. Lina indulges her for a minute or two allowing her to gradually get used to the feelings of having my cock in her mouth taking it deeper as time went on but this luxury wasn’t going to last forever and ultimately Lina pushed Siobhan’s head much further down my cock and then she started to use her grip to pull Lina back and forward so that I was fucking her mouth deeply. Siobhan was coping with this admirably and she started to mimic the action even without Lina forcing her and from the look on my face Lina could tell that I was enjoying Siobhan’s ministrations.

‘Well I think the troops will enjoy this little cock-sucking whore. I wonder if she will take a fucking just as well’ Lina mused before pulling Siobhan back off of my cock which was glistening with a mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum.

‘Stand up whore’.

‘Now bend over and grip the arms of this throne. Captain Williams perhaps you would tie the whores’ arms to the chair just in case she gets some foolish notion of escaping or trying to attack me’. Lina says and Penny steps forward with two lengths of rough rope.

‘Now boy fuck your comrade like she has never been fucked before. A good performance from you might see you spared the mines and instead sent to the rest and relaxation home or the royal stud for the benefit of the nation’ Lina said casually.

Siobhan is very tense having heard this command and I was sure that Lina didn’t want me to completely destroy her so I was quite slow in working my way inside Siobhan’s very tight hole all the time getting slapped from Penny who was standing behind me. Once I was fully inside Siobhan she gave a loud gasp and I started to fuck her while Lina was torturing her nipples with a range of clips that she had sitting beside the throne. Siobhan started to push herself back onto my cock as I was pulling out of her and this told me that she was ready for an increase in intensity which was what she got. With each deep thrust Siobhan got wetter and wetter until she eventually stiffened in climax and that was when Lina demanded an end to the fucking.

‘We don’t want the two of them to think that our threats to make them suffer were empty threats do we now. Captain Williams you will take this boy who is clearly the leader of the opposition over to the cross and attach him securely with his back to the room. It is a back that is made to be flogged without pity. This girl can stay by my side and I will deal with her myself’. Lina said before beckoning Michelle and Rebecca in front of her.

‘I have heard very good things about you two ladies. Your superiors in the mines have indicated that you have a natural cruelty and seemingly inborn sadism in your role as overseers of the work parties. They report that your work parties always meet the targets assigned and that any hint of rebellion is crushed with an iron fist in such a way that everyone else sees it thus striking fear into everyone at the same time. These are qualities that I respect and need in my own personal punishment team. As you may be aware two vacancies have recently arisen in my punishment team after I had to dismiss two members who had been passing information on to the resistance forces. Serving on my punishment team is a privilege and gives you access to a steady stream of new victims such as these ones and there are no limits on what you can do to them however it does come with the cost of unswerving loyalty to me. This is your trial for the team. We have three terrorists available to you this evening so you will each choose a terrorist and remember they are to be made to suffer for all of the damage they have caused to my domain’ Lina said almost as if addressing a tea party not sentencing us to incredible torment. Michelle walked over to me and Rebecca went to stand beside Martina.

‘Captain Williams perhaps you would like to take the third terrorist and make her suffer for the troops that you have lost’ Lina said as Samantha was standing forlornly in the centre of the room.

‘It would be my pleasure Your Majesty’ Penny responded with an evil look on her face.

‘Ladies you may begin to extract a suitable price from your chosen terrorist. Remember everything in this room is at your disposal and the punishment will continue until such time as I call a halt to it. Soldiers you can watch from any part of the room or you may join me in tormenting this little whore’. Lina says and from the corner of my eye I see Karin going over to Lina but Jo comes over so that she can see exactly what Michelle is doing to me. How Michelle would react to this given her inexperience I don’t know.

‘Jo is there anything in particular you want to see me doing to this piece of terrorist scum’ Michelle said with feeling giving me the answer to my question.

‘No Michelle. Just torment him in whatever way you want as I will enjoy watching’ Jo answers.

‘Right you little shit, how dare you take part in armed resistance against our beloved Queen Lina. I am going to teach you that there is only one person who you should be loyal to and that is not the fallen Queen Tamsin. I’ve personally had the pleasure of overseeing Tamsin’s work in the mines for a period and flogging her repeatedly. By the time I’ve finished with you; you will be begging to serve Queen Lina’ Michelle almost spits in my ear getting deep into her role while her hands are slapping at my cock and balls.

‘As Queen Lina said it is a perfect back for flogging and that is just what I am about to do to it’ Michelle says as her finger nails are being drawn back and forward across my skin. Michelle picked up the knotted flogger that Lina had used on me during our initial session and also a short single-tail whip that was braided and I knew that both of these were harsh implements.

‘Let’s start with this flogger and see what effect it has on you’ Michelle says as she is showing me the multi-tailed version. None of the skills that Michelle had learnt during that initial session had deserted her. Her very first stroke landed perfectly between my shoulder blades and was pulled across my back so that the knots seemed to score as well as bite. I didn’t react to the stroke but I had certainly felt it. Michelle continued to flog away at my back delivering a good twenty lashes before deciding to switch to the single-tail. To the best of my knowledge this would be the very first time that she had used this implement and I wondered if she would be gentler with it just like she had during the initial session but it appeared that Michelle now had confidence in her ability to wield any implement because the first stroke lashed right across my back and felt like it was tearing a gash in my skin. Another twenty lashes followed this one and I thought that I could feel blood trickling down my back which wouldn’t have surprised me at all.

‘Oh Ladies I almost forgot. Perhaps during your torturing of the terrorists you could also interrogate them to find out any useful information that will allow us to crush the resistance once and for all’ Lina said.

‘You heard Queen Lina swine. Where are your resistance forces based? How do you communicate with the different cells? How many members does the resistance have?’ Michelle barked in my ear. When I remained silent she delivered another series of lashes to my back hoping to loosen my tongue.

‘Answer my questions’

‘Fuck off’ was my response followed swiftly by Michelle swinging her foot very hard between my legs and kicking me in the balls.

‘Swearing at a Lady will not be tolerated in any circumstances. Now are you going to answer my questions or do I have to resort to sterner measures’ Michelle said.

‘I will not answer your questions’ I reply defiantly.

‘We shall soon see about that! Jo will you help me to turn him round on the cross?’ Working together they have absolutely no problem in turning me round as I don’t resist them in any way. I was surprised when they didn’t secure me to the cross but I didn’t try to escape from them as they were standing directly in front of me.

‘Jo perhaps you would be as kind as to help me with the next section of the torture. If you could get his nipples nice and hard for me it would be much appreciated as I can then apply these vicious little clamps to them. I also have a set here for his cock and balls to see if that will loosen his tongue for us’ Michelle said malevolently showing me the clamps in question all of which had very sharp teeth.

‘It would be my pleasure to help you Michelle’ Jo says with great pleasure in her voice and she starts to flick my nipples with the tip of her tongue as Michelle is squatting down in front of me applying the clamps tightly to my balls. To ensure that they are biting deeply into the flesh she squeezes them shut with her fingers before pulling on them to test their grip noticing that they don’t move an inch. Even with the pain that Michelle was causing me Jo’s very tender touch was bringing my nipples to life and as soon as they were sufficiently hard she stepped back and Michelle snapped the clamps down on the nipples before opening them immediately just to snap them closed again drawing a sharp cry from my throat in the process.

‘Thank you Jo that was very helpful of you. Now here are a few weights that you can hang from the clamps if you want’ Michelle said handing over four 1lb fishing weights which Jo had great fun attaching to the clamps bringing a groan from me.

‘Let’s allow these a bit of time to get to work while we see what else we can use on our terrorist’ Michelle muses as she walks over to the equipment with Jo standing guard beside me. I watch Michelle pick up a butt-plug and also the biggest of the wooden paddles and finally a handful of canes. She also toyed with our box of electrics but decided against it much to my relief.

‘As Queen Lina said it is such a shame that you chose the wrong side all those years ago. You have a very fit body that would have been good to become better acquainted with in normal circumstances but I’m sure that you will still provide a source of great pleasure for the overseers in the mines or indeed in the rest and relaxation home if Queen Lina decides that this is where she is going to send you’ Michelle says as both her and Jo are fingering my cock and nipples cruelly, ‘now let’s see just how fit this body of yours is after all if you are going to be working in the mines then you will need every ounce of power and strength in your muscles to meet the targets that your overseer will set you. In many ways it would be great to be that overseer but if I make the Queen’s personal punishment team then I will be fully satisfied with life’ Michelle says evilly.

‘Squat’ Michelle commands and I obey feeling the weights on the clamps swing with each movement that I make.

‘Up’ was the next command and after that Michelle set out a fast and furious rhythm for the next ten minutes until the sweat was running down my body and my legs were burning. The sweat was having a real effect on the clamps and the welts on my back because it stung madly at each of the little cuts on the skin.

‘Well the leg strength is passable. I wonder what the upper body strength is like. Into the press-up position’ Michelle commanded and I obeyed. ‘On my command you will commence your press-ups and will continue until such time as I tell you to stop’ Michelle barked at me.

‘Go’ comes the command and I started managing without any real difficulty as press-ups were a routine part of my fitness regime so on seeing this Michelle decided to up the ante.

‘Jo, I think that you should make things more interesting for our terrorist here. Sit down on his back’ she said with a real gleeful voice revelling in her cruelty. I have to admit that her ingenuity is really amazing me and I am enjoying every minute of her torture. Although Jo is by no means a big girl the weight sitting down on my back makes it very difficult to complete the press-ups but I struggle on. Michelle is squatting down at my face and shouting abuse at me for my efforts and then she pulls all of the clamps from my body just as I am at the top of another press-up bringing another scream from me. When I was at the bottom of the next stroke she added her own weight to my back by standing on me and I collapsed under the combined weight. As I was lying on the ground they both continued to squash me making it very difficult to get my breath and recuperate from my efforts.

As I feel like I am gasping my last breath both Jo and Michelle get off of my back and pull me to my knees.

‘Are you ready to give me the answers to my questions yet?’ Michelle asks punctuating each word with a slap across my cheek.

‘I have nothing to say’ I answer.

‘You are a tough one aren’t you? The overseers are going to love you wherever you end up. Let’s see if I can loosen your tongue in another way’ Michelle says before drawing me up to my feet and with Jo’s assistance she marched me over to a free whipping bench taking me past some wonderful action involving all of the other couples in the dungeon but I don’t get the chance to admire any of this. I am bent over the horse and feel Michelle lubricating my anus before handing the butt plug to Jo.

‘You can have the pleasure of invading this terrorist’s arsehole Jo. As well that he finds out now what the overseers or female soldiers will do to him regularly. You can answer my questions at any time and this will stop’ Michelle says as she is squatting down in front of me looking into my eyes. Jo is quite gentle with the butt plug teasing it past my very tight ring before finally shoving it deep inside me which brings a grunt from me.

‘Still nothing to say you little bastard’ Michelle comments, ‘oh well I guess some sterner measures are called for’ moving behind me and picking up the paddle.

‘If you wish to answer my questions at any time then you can raise your hand’ was the final comment from Michelle before she brings the paddle crashing down into my bottom with considerable force. Michelle beats out an impressive tattoo on my bottom but after each stroke she allows me a moment or two to raise my arm but I refuse to do so. She has taken me into the same sort of place that Lina does regularly in her heaviest punishments when I am just letting the sensations wash over me so that although they are all incredibly painful I love each and every one of them. Eventually Michelle decides that the paddle has outlived its usefulness and switches to one of the canes choosing a very sharp and stingy one to contrast the bruising of the paddle. Her first couple of strokes are a bit tentative but this soon changes when she sees that I am still not reacting to the strokes or willing to give her answers to her questions. I must have taken well over 100 strokes of the cane and could feel the spray of blood from each stroke landing on my back and down my legs but I wasn’t too worried by this as Lina regularly left me in this condition and somehow I knew that Michelle would know when to stop even in her inexperience.

‘Well I seem to be failing to get through to you with pain. Let’s see if some humiliation does the trick’ Michelle said. She walked over and found a glass bowl which she placed on the ground in front of me before squatting over it and peeing into it.

‘Jo if you need the bathroom may I suggest that you relieve yourself into this bowl and we will then see how the terrorist scum likes drinking it’. Jo does squat over the bowl and pees into it so that it is well over half full with golden liquid. Michelle pulls me down onto the floor and pushes my head right down into the bowl before pulling it back, laughing as the warm liquid runs down my face.

‘Now drink it all up’ she orders as she picks up a flogger and begins to flog between my cheeks landing many strokes over the butt plug and down onto my balls. Each time the tails catch my balls my head ducks further into the bowl much to the amusement of Jo and Michelle.

‘Well Ladies it appears that we have all been unable to break these terrorists tonight. Let’s leave them overnight and return to them in the morning when they have had a chance to reflect on the pain we have caused in the sure and certain knowledge that it is only the tip of the iceberg. One of them will break sooner or later and give us the information that we need to break the resistance once and for all’ Lina says eventually bringing the session to a halt.

With these words Michelle pulls me out of the bowl and onto my feet where she gives me a big hug and kiss before extending her arms to bring Jo into the same hug.

‘Thank you both that was the most wonderful set of experiences of my whole life. I can’t believe just how much you are able to take Ken. You are a sadist’s dream and I am coming to the conclusion that I am a sadist just as Lina said. The memories from this session will live with me for a long time and I’m sure that they will fuel my fantasies for many nights and days. Jo thank you for your assistance I hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did’ Michelle says with a real gentleness to her voice.

‘It was brilliant to be able to watch and help you Michelle. I know that I couldn’t have done anything like as much to Ken but it turned me on to watch it and being able to do some of the gentler things was good and I’m sure that they will creep into my love life. Ken you are incredible I know that I would have been screaming the place down with only a fraction of what we did to you so all credit to you’. Jo answered and I was very glad that she had enjoyed it in her own way.

‘Thank you both for what was an absolutely wonderful experience and thank you for the compliments on my performance they are really appreciated and I’m sure that Lina will be delighted to hear what you have said. Jo I’m really glad that you enjoyed watching and helping Michelle to deal with me and everything that you did to me was really good but I can’t begin to explain just how nice it felt to have you tonguing my nipples and then inserting the butt plug. Michelle you were absolutely phenomenal and I think any submissives that serve you are going to have the time of their lives particularly if they have any masochistic or pain-slut urges. I would never have said that it was only the second time that you had played these games as you were that good and all of your punishments were exceptionally hard but I felt safe at all times and you showed that I was right to trust you by moving away from the caning when you did. What was really amazing though was the imagination that you showed throughout and the fact that you got so deeply into your role, I loved the way you built the fitness activities into the torture and had Jo sit on me during it. All in all it was special so thank you both’ I said with absolute sincerity.

‘Ladies and Ken I am sure that you will all agree with me when I say that this has been a most entertaining evening for all of us in our different ways. I would like to thank everyone who contributed to the generation of the idea and for doing such a great job of keeping it from our subs. I also want to say a really big thank you to all of the subs because without the trust that you have shown in us we would not have been able to develop such a deep role play or take things as far as we have. Thank you also for the way in which you have played the role from the moment that you found out what it is. I am sure that I speak for all of the Mistresses when I say that it was an incredible pleasure dealing with you as terrorists. I would also like to thank all of my fellow Mistresses for the skill they have shown in developing the roles individually and collectively and I know that from watching some of the action there are ideas that I will definitely be taking forward with my own slave. Perhaps you would all like to step forward so that we can all admire the range of marks that have been left on each of the subs and then you will find some food waiting for you all in our kitchen’ Lina said with a real smile on her face.

‘No Lina it is all of us that should be thanking you for your hard work in bringing this together and allowing us all the freedom to express ourselves as we wish whether we are subs or Mistresses’ Penny says and this brings a round of applause from everyone before we do all admire the marks on each victim. Samantha and I were wearing the most marks but that wasn’t too surprising because of our experience and Penny spent some time talking to Michelle about what she had done to me getting more and more amazed as she realised that it was only the second session that Michelle had conducted. Samantha and I were talking and describing the highlights of our sessions to each other when Lina came over to me and gave me a big kiss before looking at every mark on my body with great interest.

‘Heavens help Michelle’s submissives’ was her comment with a very light tone in her voice.

‘Yes indeed they will have to be very tough although I’m sure that she will be able to be more gentle if the situation demands it and she certainly always stopped a particular activity just at the right moment’ I answered. Rebecca came over and whispered something in Lina’s ear which brought a smile to her face.

‘I have just been reminded that the fun is not quite over for the night. Rebecca here who so admirably played the role of a member of my personal punishment team asked me at the end of the very first session that we did over three weeks ago if either Ken or myself would give her six hard strokes of the cane as she has some switch tendencies. I agreed to this and it is now time for this to happen but in preparation for it I think Mistress Penny should give Rebecca a warm up hand spanking’ Lina said bringing a grin from Rebecca and Penny. I wasn’t sure if Rebecca would still be grinning by the time that Penny was a quarter of the way through the warm up spanking and it seemed that Samantha had the same thoughts as we couldn’t keep the wry grin from our own faces when we looked at each other.

Mistress Penny took a seat on one of the chairs and beckoned Rebecca over to her side and then she helped her down over her lap so that Rebecca’s bottom was beautifully arrayed for everyone to see clad in the black panties and stocking clad legs. Penny stroked Rebecca’s bottom for a minute or two before unleashing her first smack onto the meatiest portion of the bottom in front of her quickly followed by a matching smack to the other cheek. We all saw Rebecca’s feet twitching on the floor with these smacks but she didn’t make a sound. This silence didn’t last too long though once Penny really got into the spanking as a series of yelps could be heard coming from Rebecca and these became even sharper when Penny bared her bottom to continue the spanking with a series of skimming strokes. Rebecca’s bottom was already very red when Penny bared it and it soon became scarlet under the continuing onslaught. Each smack caused Rebecca’s bottom to roll beautifully and then to finish off the warm up Mistress Penny used her double handed spanking which Samantha and I knew was a real killer and evidently Rebecca thought so as well because her legs were scissoring the air with each smack. As Penny was finishing off the spanking Lina was selecting her cane from those that had not been used during the earlier session and unfortunately for Rebecca this included one of her absolute favourites. This particular cane was a real beast as it was thick and heavy so landed with a real thud but somehow it also managed to have a real sting to it as well.

‘That should be her nicely warmed up for you Lina’ Mistress Penny said with a smile on her face, a smile that was wonderfully complimented by the tears rolling down Rebecca’s face.

‘Thank you Mistress Penny. Now Rebecca please make your way over to the horse and lie down over it. Would you like to be secured for the caning that you are about to receive’ Lina said quite sharply.

‘Yes please’ was Rebecca’s response so Lina worked her way round the horse affixing the leather straps tightly at wrist, ankle and waist. Martina stepped forward to the head of the bench before the caning started and she knelt down before taking hold of Rebecca’s hands and nestling her bosom against Rebecca’s head to provide her with some comfort.

‘Martina will you please count each of these strokes’ Lina said just before unleashing the first one across the middle of Rebecca’s bottom with all of her skill and power. A very loud cry left Rebecca’s mouth but it was partially swallowed up by Martina’s body although we could all see from the dark red line left on the bottom just how good a stroke it had been.

‘One thank you Lina’ Martina called out and this brought the second stroke down onto Rebecca’s bottom perfectly parallel to the first one and an inch below it. Rebecca tried to shake off the sting from the stroke but her restraints prevented anything but the merest movement so she didn’t get the relief that she was seeking.

‘Two thank you Lina’ Martina said a few seconds later and then the third stroke landed again perfectly parallel to the first two and another inch below it.

‘Three thank you Lina’ Martina said leaving slightly longer this time giving Rebecca a chance to settle before the fourth stroke landed. I could see that Lina was planning to deliver the final stroke directly to the crease of Rebecca’s bottom from the way that they were working inexorably down the bottom and I knew that this would make the pain from the previous five strokes pale into insignificance in Rebecca’s mind. I almost felt like warning her of this fact but I didn’t as it would be interesting to see the reaction.

Sure enough the sixth stroke landed perfectly in the deep crease of Rebecca’s bottom and she let out an incredible screech with it.

‘Six thank you Lina’ Martina announced before standing up and coming round to survey the damage to her Mistress’ bottom. Each of the stripes from the cane was perfectly visible and they were darkening to purple against the red background created by Penny’s spanking. This last stroke in particular looked very vivid and I’m sure that Rebecca would feel it for a couple of days whenever she sat down or stood up. Lina let Rebecca come to terms with the pain for a minute or two before releasing all of the bonds. Tears were streaming down Rebecca’s face when she stood up but there was a half smile on her face as well.

‘Thank you both for that. I am so glad that I’ve taken it and I now have the utmost respect for Ken, Samantha and my own Martina in taking lots of strokes like that. I know that I couldn’t have taken much more of either the spanking or the caning’ Rebecca managed to say quietly.

‘You did very well to take it Rebecca. Remember that both Samantha and Ken have been receiving punishments for years and are both pain-sluts so in that respect they are not good role models and from what I’ve seen Martina is heading down the same road. They are all wonderful slaves though’ Lina said before she gave me a very deep kiss.

‘You are more than wonderful to me my darling slave. When everyone else goes up to get some food we will be staying down here for a bit as there are a few things that I want you to do for me’ Lina whispered in my ear while her hands were playing with my cock which was incredibly sensitive after the number of kicks that it had received during the session. Mistress Penny could see that Lina wanted some time alone with me and she led everyone else out of the dungeon leaving us in what seemed like a very large and quiet space now.

‘It is time that we set the date for our wedding my darling and we can then announce it to everyone upstairs as I would love them all to be guests at the wedding and reception. But that isn’t the main reason why I’ve kept you down here as I’m sure you can imagine. All of that action has left me incredibly horny and I want your tongue and then cock to relieve this tension’ Lina said smiling.

‘My dearest Mistress I would be truly delighted to set the date of our wedding. Do you have any dates in mind?’

‘No I don’t have any specific dates in mind’

‘Well in that case may I suggest the 19th of October’

‘Why that particular date Ken’

‘That was the date that I first attended a session with you in London all those years ago’ I answered.

‘How on earth did you remember that?’

‘I remember that date because it was an absolutely wonderful day but also because it is my sister’s birthday and I remember calling her shortly after the session to wish her a happy birthday’ I answer truthfully.

‘The 19th of October it is then’ Lina says giving me a kiss before I dropped down to my knees and undid the button on her jeans before slowly easing them down her luscious legs letting my tongue snake up over the exposed skin. As I neared Lina’s pussy the juices that were escaping from it told me just how horny she was and I gathered as many of these on my tongue as I could before drawing it back into my mouth to taste them. They seemed to taste even more wonderful than normal and I very quickly returned to the source of this nectar. I dipped my tongue deep between Lina’s lips before moving up to caress her clitoris which was standing proud with my tongue and lips bringing her off very quickly but I didn’t stop with just that one climax. I did move my attention back to her sex itself though as I knew that Lina’s clitoris was very sensitive after her orgasm and to continue here would have been quite painful for her. Continuing with my mouth on her sex kept her very much on the boil and when she had climaxed again I knew that it was time to move to the next part of my instruction.

Lina took hold of the throne just as Siobhan had done seemingly days ago presenting me with an absolutely stunning sight. Her pussy was glistening in the light because of how wet it was and the lips were very swollen with her desire. My cock was already very hard but I gave it a couple of strokes with my hand just to bring it fully to life. Lina was at the absolutely perfect height and angle for me to give her a deep and hard screwing and after pushing my way fully into her this was what Lina demanded from me. I was so horny myself that I was only too happy to obey the order and it didn’t take long before Lina was crying out in climax which caused her body to spasm around my cock almost sucking the cream from it into her.

‘More of that will be required later on but for now it’s time to go and get something to eat and drink because I don’t know about you but I’m absolutely famished’ Lina said as she’d gotten her breath back. It was only then that I realised just how hungry I was as well so we made our way up to the kitchen where there was an incredible spread of food waiting for us and everyone was tucking in heartily. As well as the food everyone had a glass of champagne in their hands and I saw quite a few more bottles waiting for everyone. I poured Lina a glass of champagne and then got one myself as we both selected a plate full of food.

‘As well as a thank you to everyone for the fun that we have just had this food and drink serves a second purpose. Ken and I have just fixed the date for our wedding and this is a small party to celebrate. The date is the 19th of October and we would both like to invite all of you to the wedding and to the reception. We will give you the exact locations in a few days once we have sorted them out’ Lina announced bringing a spontaneous round of applause from everyone and lots of kisses for the bride to be.

Female supremacy

Throughout the first twenty five years of my life there has been a noticeable shift in our culture from a very patriarchal society towards a matriarchal society which has been brought about by the increasing economic and social power of women generally which has been transmitting itself into the political and corporate worlds. This had led to a society which was seen to be fairer and more inclusive to everyone which was probably true and it was certainly different from the greed and exploitation which had characterised my teenage years. I had become acutely aware of the change over the last few years because I have been working in the traditionally female dominated library world and I’m now nearing the end of my postgraduate course in information and library studies and well over 90% of the students on this course were women.

Politically there was a growing movement towards female supremacy championed by a small group of very powerful and wealthy women and there were a few strong supporters of this movement on my course and they exercised control over the small number of males on the course with an iron fist sheathed in a velvet glove. It was rumoured that the founders of this movement had set up a network of private re-education facilities for men who had offended against women and who had escaped the attention of the judicial system. Rumours of these facilities had been circulating for a long time but it was only in the last couple of years that they had started to become more credible and as more and more women were taking up positions of authority the rumours were spread even more widely. I know that the threat of re-education was tacitly used by many of the girls on my course when the men were threatening to get out of hand.

Generally speaking I was in favour of the changes although this didn’t stop me from feeling the acid tongue of some of the girls on the course every now and then when I stepped outside of what they considered acceptable behaviour. I have also successfully hidden details of my behaviour during my first degree as that would all have been considered unacceptable and seen me as a prime candidate for re-education into the ways of female supremacy. Most of this behaviour had been fuelled by my love of alcohol and rough sports such as rugby and I knew that these loves were still with me so it required a conscious effort on my part to battle against the desires. On the afternoon that we got our final results of the course I lost the battle against these desires and stepped way beyond the line of acceptable behaviour.

In common with most of the people I had passed the course and we all went to the pub to celebrate ending up having more to drink than was good or sensible for me. Somehow I managed to convince one of the quieter girls on the course that I was a good catch who she wanted to spend the night with. I was seen by many of the other, stronger willed, women in the class and they would almost certainly consider my actions a form of bullying and harassment but at that moment I didn’t think about it and they didn’t stop me when I led Caroline out of the pub during the evening. We went back to my flat for what was a very enjoyable night but it was clear that Caroline thought it a mistake the following morning.

It was early that morning when my actions caught up with me as I found myself being confronted by three of the strongest proponents of female supremacy on the course. I wondered how they had gotten into the flat but Caroline had probably contacted them and let them in when she realised what had happened last night. Two of them dragged me completely naked from my bed and into the lounge where I was pushed down onto my knees in the centre of the floor. I felt my arms being pulled behind my back where they were secured tightly in a set of handcuffs meaning that I had lost the ability to battle with them. To get my full attention, and magnify the hangover that I had, both of the women delivered a very sharp forehand and backhand slap to each cheek leaving both cheeks burning furiously. They then stepped back and stood imperiously over me leaving me feeling very vulnerable as they looked for any signs of rebellion which they wouldn’t see as I was thoroughly cowed by them.

‘Your behaviour yesterday evening was utterly despicably wasn’t it? You took advantage of Caroline and bullied her into spending the night with you and I’m sure that we will very shortly find out that you continued to take advantage of her all night long’ one of the women said to me before giving me another sharp slap across the face.

‘What are you going to do with me?’ was my only sensible response to these rhetorical questions.

‘We think that you are the perfect candidate for the position of our full-time slave but before you are ready for the position you will have to undergo a period of retraining and re-education so that you fully understand the role and your position in society. Clearly you need to learn to respect women for the superior beings that they are. Naturally you will voluntarily agree to this change in circumstances won’t you?’ the other woman said before she also delivered a sharp slap to my face.

‘What happens if I don’t agree to this change in circumstances?’ I ask fearful of what answer I will receive.

‘Well, should you fail to take this most sensible of options then things will take a turn for the worse for you. We have gathered a lot of evidence about your behaviour in the pub last night and Caroline will no doubt be corroborating this evidence at the moment. That being the case then she will lay a charge of sexual harassment against you and even you must see that it is inevitable that you will be found guilty as charged and that this will have severe consequences for your future’ I am told in no uncertain terms clarifying the fear in my mind. At that moment the third woman walks into the room with Caroline following and the look of derision on both of their faces as they see me cowering in front of the other two women with bright red cheeks makes me feel very small and insignificant.

‘Well ladies, is he going to take the sensible option or do we have to make a trip to the police station?’ the third woman asks and everyone is looking intently at me awaiting my response.

‘Yes I will voluntarily accept the position as your full-time slave and agree to undergo whatever retraining and re-education you feel is necessary to allow me to fulfil this role’ I answer nervously feeling as if I am signing away the rest of my life.

‘Since you have amply demonstrated that you cannot be trusted to behave decently when left alone you will come to live with us immediately acting as our slave until such time as we can arrange for your transfer to the re-education facility. This will permit us to build up a clearer picture of your re-educational requirements and potential value as a slave’ the third woman, who I was rapidly coming to see as the leader, said before tilting my head up towards her own face. Looking into my eyes I saw a look of pleasure as she delivered a resounding slap to each cheek before continuing, ‘get him to his feet ladies’. Her eyes never left mine as she was speaking and I couldn’t break her own gaze either.

As I was pulled to my feet Caroline stepped forward and delivered her own slaps to my face. I was still utterly naked and wondered if I was going to be allowed to get dressed before we left the flat. With a wicked grin on her face Caroline forced me into her knickers from last night and I looked utterly ridiculous in them but this was obviously the general intention of my captors as they all giggled at my humiliation.

‘Where are your keys and wallet?’ one of the women demands and I point them out to her whereupon she put these into her pocket, ‘you won’t be needing them for quite some time anyway’ she concludes as I am being marched towards the front door of my flat. I am struggling against the two women who have hold of my arms because of the fear of being seen in public in this humiliating state but it doesn’t do me any good. They simply let go of my arms and start to belabour my bottom and thighs with hard smacks leaving them both bright red in colour but at least just as we got to the front door a pair of shorts were put onto me giving me a little more decency but the redness in my thighs was still highly visible as were the handcuffs.

‘Your struggles are simply condemning yourself to a harsher punishment when you reach your new accommodation’ the third woman says calmly. It was a bright Thursday morning and the sun was already quite warm with it being late June and as soon as the door was opened I was dazzled by the brightness burning into my sensitive, hungover eyes. It was a twenty minute walk to my new accommodation and even though it was early in the morning there were still plenty of people around to witness my shameful march adding to my abject humiliation. Many of the women who saw the entourage had a giggle as I was marched past getting plenty of verbal humiliation from my captors in the process. Whenever we passed any men they wore a mix of looks some of which could be classified as scorn but the majority had looks suggesting ‘there but for the grace of god go I’. The most amazing thing was that no-one looked shocked by what they were seeing and nobody showed any signs of coming to my rescue, not even the two policewomen who we passed at one point. A thought of escape popped into my head but I dismissed it very quickly as I realised it would be utterly futile. At times I dropped my head to avoid the looks of the witnesses but this wasn’t allowed and every time it happened my thighs were smacked until I raised my head and walked tall.

I knew that as soon as I arrived at my new accommodation that life would get much harder for me but I was desperately keen to reach this sanctuary to stop the shame that I was feeling at everyone seeing me in this state. Soon enough I was pushed into a large garden which thankfully was surrounded by a thick and tall hedge giving it a welcoming privacy.

‘We hope that you have green fingers slave because you are going to be spending a lot of time in this garden. You will be tidying it up and making it an extra room for our house and we are going to enjoy watching you toil for our amusement. Your figure is quite shocking for someone so young so we are going to enjoy getting you into the proper shape for a slave of ours. Oh and by the way any plants that you manage to kill will result in a thrashing for you’ I am told having noticed that the garden hasn’t seen much attention in recent times.

I am pushed through the garden into the large house and then forced down onto all fours where I am then chivvied forward into a very comfortably furnished sitting room although I didn’t expect to be allowed to avail myself of the furnishings. I was brought to a halt in front of a large sofa and watched all of the ladies sitting down regally in it. I had been positioned so that I was in easy kicking distance of the sofa and found myself looking up into the very pretty but stern faces of my captors. All three of the ladies were attractive and I could feel the stirrings of an erection inside the tiny silk prison of Caroline’s knickers now that we were in a more private setting. I desperately hoped that none of the ladies noticed this because I knew that it would only land me in even more trouble than I am already in.

‘From this moment forward you have lost the right to a proper name and will simply be known as ‘slave’. You will address us as Lady Louise, Lady Suzanne and Lady Erica respectively at all times and all other women are to be referred to as Ma’am unless otherwise instructed. Do you understand me?’ Lady Erica demands.

‘Yes Lady Erica I understand’ I answer in what I hope is a suitably respectful tone but it clearly wasn’t as Lady Louise leaned forward in the sofa before delivering a sharp slap across my right cheek. With the amounts of slaps my cheeks had received I wouldn’t have been surprised if there were palm and finger shaped bruises across both of them.

‘So slave can you explain to us why on god’s green earth you thought that you were worthy of such a beautiful and delicate Lady as Caroline?’ Lady Suzanne asked and there was one thing them verbally humiliating me but I wasn’t too keen on doing the job myself so I mumbled a response to the question. My other reason for mumbling was because I didn’t have any reasonable answer for them. Before I knew what was happening Lady Erica’s leg had made contact with my chin bringing me up with a start.

‘You will answer all questions openly and honestly with a clear voice when speaking to your betters and just in case you haven’t yet worked it out all women are your betters! Now answer Lady Suzanne’s question properly!’ Lady Erica barks at me.

‘I guess it must have been my lucky night’ I answer cursing my natural cheekiness as I realised just what I was saying. This was a characteristic which has been getting me into trouble from my school days and I had to fight a constant battle to control it. Sometimes though I opened my mouth before I’d engaged the brain and that was when comments like that generally escaped. I saw Lady Erica moving her leg again but this time I ducked back out of the way.

‘Get back into position! You did not have permission to move from your position slave. You seem to be struggling with the concept of obedience. To spell it out to you from now on you will do exactly what you are told and nothing more or less. You have no need to think about anything you simply have to obey our orders! You are our property now and as such you have no rights so if we wish to kick you, or indeed to anything to you, then we can and we will. You will accept whatever treatment you receive without movement or complaint and the sooner you get the inevitability of this fact into your thick skull the easier it will be for you because I can assure you that the lesson will be learnt either the hard way or the easy way! Is that understood?’ Lady Erica asserts forcefully punctuating her statement with slaps to my face just to emphasise the point.

‘Yes Lady Erica’ was my simple response. I knew the underlying truth of what she was saying but I also knew that I had a stubborn streak that will take some time and effort to break down and only when this happens will I be truly compliant to their wishes. I have no idea how long it will take them to break this, or if in fact it will be the re-education centre that breaks it, but inevitably it will be broken and equally certainly it will be a very painful process. To emphasise her point Lady Erica swung her right foot hard into my groin and I doubled over in pain much to the amusement of the Ladies to judge from the giggles coming from the sofa. Mindful of the warning I knelt back up into position as quickly as I could which brought more giggles from the Ladies as they could clearly see the tears streaming down my face. Lady Erica stood up and stepped directly in front of me.

‘Look up into my eyes’ she ordered and as I obeyed I saw the glint of satisfaction in the pale, ice blue eyes that were looking down on me. This look of satisfaction matched the malevolent grin which was decorating her delicate, elfin features perfectly and despite the fact that it was Lady Erica who had just delivered the brutal kick to my groin I fell in a very deep submissive love with her at that moment. This feeling of love surprised me and I was very glad that she was the leader of these three Ladies even though it probably meant that she would cause me the greatest amount of pain. My feelings that the course of the rest of my life had been set in the last 24 hours irrespective of the plans and hopes I had for it grew when I saw this look as I just knew that Lady Erica would not be letting me go.

‘As I mentioned when we were leaving your flat there is going to be an initial punishment for your despicable behaviour last night and it has been further increased by your rebellion in trying to fight your departure and further by your continuing disobedience. We will now determine exactly what this punishment is going to be. You will remove yourself to the corner of the room and will stand facing the corner until such time as you are told that you can move’ Lady Erica explains and all of the Ladies watch me making my way to the corner like a naughty schoolboy and I could hear snippets of a hushed conversation going on behind me for what seemed like hours. The snippets that I heard filled me with utter dread but I realised that I was powerless to do anything about it. I become aware of movement behind me but none of the Ladies are saying anything and I didn’t have the nerve to turn my head to see what it was they were doing.

‘You will turn round and walk to a point in the centre of the room where you will drop down to your knees’ Lady Louise commands eventually. When I had obeyed the command each of my captors stepped forward and arrayed themselves in a semi-circle in front of me making me feel like I was before a panel of executioners. Lady Erica was standing directly in front of me and it was she who directed my attention to the items which had been placed on a nearby table. I could see a large glass bowl with a straw on the table along with a tawse, a cane and a large wooden clothes brush. There was also a rather large looking dildo on the table and another item which I had no idea what it was but from looking at it I guessed that I wasn’t going to like it whatever it was.

‘We have had our eyes on you as a potential offender for some time and unfortunately you have proved our worst suspicions correct with your behaviour yesterday. It is our belief that these offences have arisen directly from your inability to keep your cock in your trousers particularly after you have had any alcohol. Therefore we believe that the first, and perhaps most important, part of your punishment is to lose the ability to gain pleasure from this part of your anatomy. On the table you will see a chastity device which will stop you from playing with yourself and it also has the added benefit of causing you pain should you even get an erection yet it will not prevent you from using the bathroom or maintaining an appropriate standard of hygiene. Lady Louise will fit this device shortly and we will retain the keys to the padlock so that we alone will determine when, or indeed if, you are allowed relief. However before we fit the device we will be generous to you, since we are not totally heartless, and will allow you the pleasure of one last climax but this will take place in front of us when you give us the spectacle of you playing with yourself. You will deposit all of your worthless cream into the glass bowl that you can also see on the table and then each of us will pee into the bowl. The straw has been provided as you will then drink the entire contents of the bowl before licking it clean. Once we have peed into the bowl we will begin to beat your bottom with the tawse, cane and clothes brush that you will see on the table so it would be in your best interests not to tarry in emptying the bowl as the punishment will continue until the bowl is completely clean. Should you have the nerve to try and pull a fast one by not completely emptying the bowl then the punishment will continue for a further ten minutes following the emptying of the bowl. Finally, and just for our pleasure, each of the Ladies will take her pleasure from your bottom using the strap-on that is on the table which should give you some idea of how used Caroline felt last night’ Lady Erica explained the punishment to me. ‘Do you wish to say anything before the sentence commences slave’ she concludes as I feel completely crushed.

I remain silent as I feared that any complaints that I made, and I certainly felt like complaining, would only see the sentence increased and certainly not decreased.

‘I presume from your silence, which incidentally is a breach of the rules since you were clearly told to answer all questions openly and honestly but we will deal with that fact later, that you are happy to accept this punishment?’ Lady Erica says piling more misery onto me.

‘Yes Lady Erica I am happy to accept this punishment. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to expiate my sins so fully’ I added resulting in a slap from each of the Ladies for my impudence.

‘We will be starting a punishment book for you and this will record details of every offence that you commit and how we have punished you for it. Already it seems as if you wish to fill the book and are starting with major offences!’ Lady Suzanne states very sharply before delivering a further slap to my face. I am handed the glass bowl and each of the Ladies takes a seat on the sofa.

‘You may start whenever you want’ Lady Louise tells me with a hint of real enjoyment in her voice. I am guessing that they think that this will be a very difficult and humiliating task for me and it would have been but for my experiences of playing rugby at university where the biscuit game had been a regular ritual whenever the men’s and women’s rugby teams were on a joint night out. This was an activity that I certainly didn’t want the Ladies to find out about since it would only worsen their existing impression of me. It was very different playing with myself in this setting though as firstly I was the only one doing it and secondly there was no alcohol in the system to dull my inhibitions but I quickly overcame the feelings as I realised that it was really nice to have the silky feeling of Caroline’s knickers against my cock as I was playing with it. As much as I hoped it didn’t I was sure that my face would betray my enjoyment to the audience as they were studying me so closely.

Although none of the Ladies were saying anything the smirks on their faces said a lot about the enjoyment they were getting from watching this spectacle. Because of the punishment that was going to follow after my climax I didn’t want to climax too quickly but neither did I want to give the Ladies any excuse to humiliate me on my sexual performance. By the same token I suspected that they would simply add to my punishment if they felt I was needlessly delaying the remainder of the punishment. I reached the point where such thoughts were academic as I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot a much larger amount of spunk into the bowl than I would have thought given how active Caroline and I had been last night. As soon as the last drips of spunk had left my cock the bowl was snatched away from me and one after the other they openly squatted over the bowl releasing a long stream of pee into it and then as they finished just to add a further twist of humiliation they wiped the last few drops off on my face but in such a way that I wasn’t going to get any sexual satisfaction from it. Lady Erica was the last to squat over the bowl and she took hold of the back of my head and ground my face around her pussy to wipe herself clean signalling already the complete dominance that she held over me.

I saw each of the Ladies picking up one of the implements that were lying on the table and remembering the terms of the punishment I picked up the straw and lowered it into the bowl which was over three quarters full. I stirred the bowl a couple of times with the straw as Lady Louise pushed me down onto all floors on the floor in front of the bowl. To push my bottom into an even more prominent position she sat down in the small of my back and I was grateful for the fact that she was quite a petite girl because already I could feel her weight. As I was taking my first, tentative, taste from the bowl Lady Louise brought the clothes brush down into the centre of my bottom and the shock caused me to draw in my breath and at the same time I drew in large quantities of the liquid in the bowl. I ended up choking on the drink which caused it to run down my face in a very humiliating fashion much to the amusement of Lady Suzanne who was malevolently swishing the cane in front of me. At least this wasn’t my first experience of corporal punishment but again it was something I didn’t want the Ladies to know about as it came during a very full sexual relationship with Sarah while we were both doing our undergraduate degrees. I hoped that the Ladies hadn’t talked to Sarah because if they had she, no doubt, would have given them lots of incriminating information on me. Lady Louise was an absolute devil with the clothes brush delivering two or three smacks to the same spot before moving onto another spot which meant that very quickly my whole bottom was sore.

I had started to drink the contents of the bowl by this time and was surprised to find that it didn’t taste anywhere near as bad as I thought that it would and indeed by the time Lady Louise passed over responsibility for my punishment to Lady Erica who was holding the tawse I was actually beginning to enjoy the tastes. Lady Louise continued to sit on my back while Lady Erica started with the tawse and she proved to be equally adept with it but at least it seemed to be slightly easier to take than the bruising blows of the clothes brush. It was only a temporary relief though because before too long the pain was growing again. I was well through the contents of the bowl when Lady Suzanne stepped back in front of me and started to swish the cane through the air again making me think that it would soon be her time to punish me. Lady Louise finally stood up from my back and it was only at that time when I realised just how much of an effort it had been to support her weight. Along with Lady Erica she moved in front of me and sat down on the floor.

‘We want to see your reactions to each of the strokes of the cane and we also need to be able to see when you have finished drinking the contents of the bowl’ Lady Louise said with a grin on her face.

‘That is a very nice red bottom that you have left for me to work on Ladies. Thank you very much. This is going to be great fun!’ Lady Suzanne said and I thought that it might be fun for her but I wasn’t sure if I would describe it as fun. Lady Suzanne displayed a great deal of cruelty in keeping me waiting for a long time for the first stroke but letting me think it was about to come by swishing the cane through the air above me or tapping my bottom with the cane. I gave up trying to predict when the first stroke was going to land and as soon as Lady Suzanne sensed this she unleashed the first one across my bottom. It was a very hard stroke and left a sharp stinging pain on my bottom when it arrived and again I spluttered on the dregs of the bowl, this time only just missing Lady Louise and Lady Erica as they were sitting in front of me. I caught the evil grins on their faces as they saw the effect that the stroke had had on me and unfortunately I was about to present an even more inviting target to Lady Suzanne. I was at the point where the straw was no use in cleaning up the bowl so had to get right down inside it to lap it up like a cat which made me raise my bottom and seeing this Lady Suzanne realised that she would shortly be losing the opportunity to cane me so she started to rain the strokes down on my bottom. With the warning about stopping before the bowl was completely clean ringing in my ears I was very careful to make sure that there was no trace of anything other than my saliva on the bowl before kneeling back out of it.

‘The bowl is clean and therefore this first taste of corporal punishment is over’ Lady Erica says rather menacingly after all of the Ladies have carried out a detailed visual inspection of the bowl ending up with a look of dissatisfaction on their faces.

‘You will rise to your feet and then turn away from us before bending over and touching your toes’ Lady Erica continues. Even when I was playing rugby regularly I was never the most agile person so I knew that I wouldn’t be able to touch my toes but I did expect to get a little further than my knees so I suppose the reaction from Lady Erica wasn’t particularly surprising.

‘I see that we are going to have to put you on a program of flexibility exercises as well as generally working you like a dog and controlling your diet to get rid of that gut slave!’ was the harsh comment which was delivered in a cutting tone of voice. Each of the Ladies moved behind me and carried out an inspection of my bottom using touch as well as sight.

‘It’s lovely and hard with some beautiful marks across it from all of the implements. You’d better get used to it being in this state because your behaviour so far tells me that we will be punishing you on a daily basis so your bottom will always be marked up. Once you are sent for re-education this will definitely be the case and no doubt it will extend to other areas of your body as well’ Lady Suzanne says cheerfully.

From behind me I heard one of the Ladies snapping on a pair of latex gloves and then I saw a cushion being thrown onto the ground so I had a fairly good idea of what the next part of the punishment was going to be. This thought was confirmed when again I was ordered onto all fours but this time with my forehead on the carpet and my knees very well spread. A finger smeared some icy cold lubricant around my anus and then it started to push up against it until it slid right inside followed by a second finger to spread even more lubricant around. After a couple of minutes of the fingers pushing in and out I felt something much larger and more ominous pushing up against me. I gave a very sharp gasp as the invader found its way inside me and I tried to squirm away but one of the Ladies placed her foot on the back of my neck to press me firmly down onto the floor so that I had no option but to take the ravaging. One by one each of the Ladies took her turn using me and used was definitely how I felt although again it wasn’t quite as bad as I thought that it would be and I thought that I could actually get to like it eventually. Suddenly the plundering stopped and I found myself completely exhausted and very stiff but happy that I’d come through the ordeal so far.

‘Come forward to me slave’ Lady Louise said and when I was in front of her I was beckoned up onto my feet. Lady Erica and Lady Suzanne got to their feet also and stood on either side of me before taking very tight hold of my arms as if they thought I was going to try and escape. I had nowhere to go even if I did try to escape and I didn’t even have the energy to consider an escape attempt never mind carry it off. Lady Louise applies a ring at the back of my cock and balls. It is a strange feeling but not too bad but then the remainder of the chastity device is fitted over my cock itself and this feels really restrictive even before the two parts are attached to each other. It had been such a simple job for Lady Louise that I wondered just how many men she had captured in this fashion. I was shown the padlock that would be going through locking pin and to make sure that they really did have full control over me I noticed that it was both a combination and a key lock. Before it was applied both Lady Erica and Lady Suzanne placed their hands over my eyes so that I could have no idea what the combination was and even if I broke the combination then I would need the key to release the lock and each of the Ladies placed the key on a chain around their necks to keep it out of my reach.

‘Back to your knees slave’ Lady Louise ordered and as I obeyed I found it very strange to have a strange weight hanging down from my cock. All of the Ladies studied me closely and I was looking back at them wondering what was going to happen next and worried about it. It was Lady Erica who spoke again.

‘Well slave, we expected that you would find it extremely humiliating and difficult to masturbate and climax in front of an audience but that certainly was not the case. You had no difficulty in getting hard in front of us and there was no hesitation in you starting to play with yourself. This indicates that either you are totally perverted or that this is not the first time that you have masturbated in front of an audience or indeed it could be both. Then we would have expected you to complain at having to drink our pee but again you did without any second thoughts and even seemed to be enjoying it by the end. Finally the beating that we gave you was intended to really hurt and bring about vocal reactions and pleading but there was virtually no sound from you which suggests that it wasn’t at all effective as a punishment. This is a shame but at least it tells us that in future we will have to be even harder on you if we are to get through to you. You are now free to explain yourself to us and contradict anything that I have said if you wish’.

‘I do not believe that I am totally perverted and that was the first time that I have masturbated in front of an audience. The reason why I showed no hesitation in undertaking such a private act in public was the threat that you had made of an increase in the punishment and this is also the reason why I did not complain or hesitate in drinking the contents of the bowl. I will admit though that it didn’t taste anything near as bad as I had feared and by the end of it I was enjoying it in a strange sort of way. As for the beating I can assure you that it did hurt and I did feel it but not at a level where I would react vocally or plead with you to stop as I have a very high pain threshold. I was a rugby player for many years and as such have a lot of training in tolerating and not showing any reaction or weakness in the face of pain so you will have your work cut out to draw any reaction from me during corporal punishment’ I answered. I hoped that my honesty in the final two points would cover up the dishonesty in the first part but Lady Erica wasn’t having any of it.

‘I’m sorry slave but I just do not believe that you have never masturbated in public because it is normally such a private act that any normal decent person would find it difficult to do in front of an audience irrespective of any threats that are in place. Therefore I think that you are lying to us and that is a very serious offence to be committing however at least you have been honest in your response to the other two points that I made. Rest assured that we, or the Wardresses at the re-education facility, will do whatever it takes to break you down and get a reaction from you during corporal punishment as it is a sure way of re-educating males such as yourself. Now are you lying to us slave?’ Lady Erica demands.

‘No I am not lying to you’ I answered but unfortunately as I took the mental decision of whether to continue with the lie or tell the truth I hesitated in answering and this gave the game away.

‘Your hesitation has given you away so this is your final chance to tell us the truth or we will cane you until such time as you do tell us the truth’.

‘Okay I admit that I was lying to you. This is not the first time that I have masturbated in public’ I answer quietly.

‘We want to hear the full details of this disgusting behaviour and only then will we decide upon the punishment for this and for having the temerity to lie to us in the first place. You should be aware that all three of us have very finely attuned senses where lies from males are concerned and you will never be able to sneak anything past any of us so I would advise you never ever to try it again as if you do any punishment you receive this time will be multiplied many times over. You will also speak loudly and clearly in answering our questions’ Lady Erica came back at me.

‘While I was at university I was a member of the rugby team and we went out as a group after every match either to celebrate or commiserate depending upon the result. These nights out often included the women’s rugby team and we were regularly cajoled into playing the biscuit game towards t he end of the night and there was no choice other than to take part if you didn’t want to be branded a wimp’ I answered hoping that it would be enough information for them but knowing deep down that it wouldn’t be.

‘That is not good enough slave. We need more information’ confirmed my fears.

‘The biscuit game is where a digestive biscuit, or some similar biscuit, is put in the centre of a table and all of the people around the table have to masturbate openly and climax on the biscuit. There is a forfeit for being the first to climax and the last person to climax has to eat the biscuit. It was the women’s team that cajoled us into playing the game and they always watched and egged us on unless they were playing a similar game’ I answered noticing the appalled looks on each of the Ladies faces as I described the game.

‘That is absolutely disgusting slave and simply confirms my assertion that you are totally perverted as no decent person would play any part in such a game. It is utterly inconceivable that any woman would have any part of such a perverted game except under the strongest duress so your attempts to pin the blame on the women’s rugby team will not wash. As hard as it is to believe Ladies it appears as if even we have underestimated the scale of his offences. This deserves an immediate punishment and we will have to do a further in depth investigation to find out exactly what other depravity our slave has been involved in before we took him in hand. Once we have this information we will have to punish him for his depravity but we will also have to pass it on to the Wardresses in the re-education facility so that they have a full picture of his behaviour and can ensure that he is fully re-educated before he is returned to us. Lady Suzanne perhaps you would be kind enough to give our slave twenty four of your hardest strokes of the cane as the preliminary punishment for this offence. Slave; please be aware that this is only a preliminary punishment until we find out what other offences you need to be punished for. When we have this information we will decide on an appropriate punishment and how the punishment will be carried out’ Lady Erica says with a shocked tone of voice and I didn’t think that it was mock shock either.

‘You will get to your feet slave and will bring one of the high stools from the breakfast bar into the centre of the room. You will then bend over the stool with your bottom facing the Ladies so that they can see justice being done. Your hands should be gripping the front legs of the stool as far down as they possibly can’ Lady Suzanne orders and I hasten to obey knowing that any attempt to stall will only increase the punishment. I gripped the legs of the stool about two-thirds of the way down and this presented Lady Erica and Lady Louise with a very good view of my already well marked bottom. Lady Suzanne walks into my field of vision holding the cane in her hands and she flexes and swishes it in front of me for dramatic effect. Checking the position of my hands she decides that they could be lower on the stool and orders me to do this which means that I have to raise myself onto my toes putting my bottom into an even more prominent position and tightening the muscles further. Finally Lady Suzanne was satisfied with my position and she moved behind me. I sensed that she was relishing this additional opportunity to punish me so soon after the initial punishment and because of that there was no teasing me this time.

A couple of taps of the cane across my bottom was all it took for Lady Suzanne to get her aim and because of the shadow on the wall in front of me I was able to watch her draw her arm all the way back until her upper arm was running parallel to the floor with the forearm and cane pointing way behind her head. I didn’t want to watch the shadow descending but couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight as she pulled her arm back down in a graceful arc with deadly effect on my bottom where the cane landed with a very loud crack in the centre of my bottom where most of the marks from the earlier punishment were concentrated. I sucked in a lot of air through my tightly clenched teeth and screwed my eyes shut as I tried to deal with the pain which was coursing through my body. Whether it was because it was a harder stroke or whether it was because I’d had a break to cool down I didn’t know but it certainly felt much worse than any of the strokes that Lady Suzanne had given me earlier. I fought my way through the first few strokes but then managed to get a grip on the pain and equate it to some of the experiences I had from playing rugby. Treacherously my brain started to tell me that perhaps I did deserve this punishment for some of the things I’d gotten away with in my younger days but I wasn’t quite ready to give up on my freedom so put these thoughts to the back of my mind but I couldn’t get rid of them completely. I haven’t been able to count the strokes so had absolutely no idea whether we were close to the end of the caning or not but I certainly hoped that we were.

‘You are now about to receive the final stroke of the punishment and for future reference you can be assured that the final stroke will always be the hardest of the lot to ensure that you are left with something to think about for the future. Lady Suzanne will you now deliver the twenty fourth and final stroke’ Lady Erica said clearly causing me to gulp in dread.

‘It would be my pleasure Lady Erica although I do not believe that he has had nearly enough for lying to us so perhaps I should give him another twenty four after this stroke’ Lady Suzanne said with a hopeful tone in her voice.

‘I must say that I agree with Lady Suzanne’ Lady Louise quickly adds.

‘Slave I suggest that you make a case to me outlining why you think that you have received enough punishment or I will accede to Lady Suzanne and Lady Louise’s wishes and decree an additional twenty four strokes’ Lady Erica says.

‘I am very sore Lady Erica and have learnt the lesson that lying to you is unacceptable and I promise that it will never happen again. Please do not give me another twenty four strokes as I don’t think that I deserve them’ I say in what I hope was a suitably sincere and respectful tone.

‘Whether you think that you deserve the punishment or not is completely irrelevant to our decision. We alone will decide what punishment you deserve and once we have decided on a punishment it will be carried out to completion. I do not believe that you have truly learnt that lying is unacceptable so Lady Suzanne will now deliver the final stroke of your original twenty four before immediately starting on a second set of twenty four strokes. This will illustrate the fact that we now own you and will decide upon what happens to you’ Lady Erica says calmly and I see the smile broadening on Lady Suzanne’s face as she hears that she is going to be able to continue caning me.

‘Please carry on in your own time Lady Suzanne’ Lady Erica concludes.

It didn’t seem possible but each of these strokes was even worse than the previous twenty four and this time they did bring some vocal reaction from me in the form of a few sharp gasps whenever a stroke landed on a particularly sensitive spot or when it was followed in quick succession by another stroke to the same spot. I was sure that this fact would be etched into the memory banks of the Ladies and used against me in the future but at this moment in time I didn’t care as all I could think about was the wall of pain that was my bottom.

‘You will remain in that position until you are told to move’ Lady Suzanne barks at me at the end of the caning and I sense that all of the Ladies are watching me closely to see if I was going to disobey them so flagrantly. It also allowed them to watch the development of the marks on my bottom and I was sure that it would be a real mess as it certainly felt very hard. I had no intention of so blatantly disobeying them so remained in my position over the stool for a few more minutes before I was instructed to return to my position in front of them on my knees.

‘This is the position that you will adopt whenever you do not have a specific instruction or task’ I was told although I expected that they would be looking to fill most of my time so it would be quite nice to be in this position.

‘We have received very credible reports that you are an excellent cook slave so we are now going to test this out. You will make your way to the kitchen and prepare lunch for us’ Lady Louise says directing me to the kitchen with a point of her finger.

It was certainly true to say that I enjoyed cooking meals for other people and have regularly hosted dinner parties for friends from my work or fellow students on the postgraduate course but I’m not sure whether I would have been presumptuous enough to describe myself as an excellent cook. None of my current captors had ever been invited to one of the dinner parties so I wondered how they knew about them but I wasn’t going to question them on it. Although I was looking forward to doing something which I knew I would enjoy I was still nervous at the thought of my skills being examined in minute detail. I walked into the kitchen and immediately fell in love with it as it was a big space and as I looked round I saw that it was equipped with a range of lovely ingredients and equipment. From looking at the ingredients I saw no sign that any of the Ladies were vegetarian or had food allergies but even so it was difficult to plan the lunch as I had no idea what they liked having never cooked for them before. I eventually decided to do a warm chicken and bacon salad with a twist in the form of a moderately spiced chilli dressing. I busied myself by preparing the vegetables for the salad by finely chopping half an onion, a small leek and some cabbage all of which were put to one side in a bowl waiting to be warmed through at the end. I finely chopped some bacon before starting to fry off the chicken breasts. I put some balsamic vinegar into a bowl and added a range of herbs, some cracked black pepper and just a hint of chilli powder. When I tasted the dressing there was a slight tang to it but it wasn’t too fiery so I left it as it was. I’d spotted some nice bread in the bread box and started to toast this off with a covering of olive oil as the bacon and vegetables were being warmed through. As the food was finishing off I located the cutlery and crockery so set the table in the lounge for the Ladies and deliberately not setting a place for myself because I hadn’t been given any indication that I would be permitted to join them for lunch and in any case I didn’t normally eat lunch myself. Into a large serving bowl I placed the warmed vegetables and then added the chicken and bacon before tossing the mixture together and drizzling over some of the dressing. I placed the remainder of the dressing into a serving jug and placed this on the table before putting the bread next to it.

As I was serving the meal I was well aware that all of the Ladies were watching me closely and they quickly made their way over to the table and sat themselves down. I wonder if they will expect me to serve them lunch so stand at the end of the table but without even looking at me they start to serve themselves from the bowl. Not a word passes between them as they are eating and they regularly return to the bowl for more of the salad and also the dressing which I take as a good sign and finally it appears that I may have managed to do something that will give them a positive impression of me. Eventually the table is completely cleared of food and only then do the Ladies begin to chat amongst themselves. I was still being ignored but this actually pleased me since it kept me out of the firing line for a little while although this wasn’t to last too long.

‘It appears as if the reports that we received on your cooking skills were accurate slave. That was an interesting and excellent lunch so thank you slave’ Lady Erica says and I was surprised by just how good this little piece of praise and thanks made me feel.

‘Thank you Lady Erica’ I said involuntarily even though I hadn’t been given permission to speak and I hoped that it wouldn’t be held against me.

‘It was very interesting to note that you didn’t presume to set yourself a place at the table for lunch or indeed seem to want to eat any lunch yourself. Kindly explain yourself slave’ Lady Louise continues.

‘It is only very occasionally when I eat breakfast or lunch instead I tend to snack on things like crisps, chocolate and biscuits until I eat my evening meal and then I tend to spend the evening snacking again so that is why I didn’t show any signs of wanting to eat lunch. I didn’t set myself a place at the table because I hadn’t been given any indication that I would be permitted to join you for lunch and I didn’t wish to be seen as taking liberties. It is true that I enjoy cooking for other people so I wanted to see how you all reacted to the food and it was easier to do that if I wasn’t eating the meal at the same time. I was delighted to see that you all enjoyed the meal and once again thank you for the compliment that you have given me on it’ I answered honestly.

‘Your dietary habits are absolutely shocking slave and they certainly go a long way to explaining the very poor state of your physique. You are carrying around far too much weight and quite clearly most of it is nothing but fat. From the look of your legs you would have a very good physique so that is what we will be getting back to and rest assured we will make the necessary changes to your diet. As a first step we will be cutting out all of your snacking and the second step will be to make you eat a proper breakfast and lunch. Any failure to adhere to these steps will see you punished severely. Also as we mentioned earlier we will be working you very hard physically with tasks such as gardening, fetching and carrying and we will also be imposing a rigidly structured exercise regime to complement this hard labour and diet. Physical and mental perfection is what we demand from a slave and that is what we will achieve. You have referred regularly to the fact that you used to play rugby so presumably you were very fit at this stage of your life so exercise will be nothing new to you. You will tell us what your weight was when you played rugby and that will become your target weight and we will be weighing you on a weekly basis to ensure that progress towards this goal is being made. Finally Ladies are polite and civilized people and part of this means the bestowal of praise and thanks where and when it is merited. Therefore you should not be surprised to receive such praise when we feel that you deserve it but you must also understand that this will in no way diminish our displeasure or your punishment when you deserve such treatment’ Lady Louise says sharply, ‘do you have any other talents or skills that you wish to bring to our attention that we may not already be aware of?’ she concludes.

‘I have been living on my own for the past four years and as such I have experience of running my own household including laundry and cleaning duties. While I was doing my undergraduate degree I did a supplementary course in massage so I am a qualified masseur and also at that time I worked on the university Nightline service which was the university equivalent of the Samaritans service. These are the only skills and qualifications that you are probably unaware of. To answer your question about my weight when I was playing rugby I was anywhere between 14 ½ and 15 stones and yes I was much fitter and used to a structured exercise regime’ I answer.

‘Well it is good that you are experience in running your household as you will be solely responsible for the operation of this household under our direct control. There will be plenty of opportunity for you to demonstrate your skills in these areas and we will be inspecting your work regularly to ensure that it meets the standards we expect. Thank you for informing us of your massage skills as we will test these to the full and it will be interesting to see how you handle this within the confines of your chastity since I have no doubt that you used the massage as a lead on to sexual intercourse on most occasions and that will certainly not happen with us. While you have amply demonstrated typical male traits throughout our surveillance and initial control it does not actually surprise me to learn that you worked for the Nightline service at your university since we noticed that many people on the course used you as a sounding board and came away from speaking to you more settled and contented. It is highly unlikely that we will be making use of these skills but listening will be very important to you so that you never misinterpret our orders as we will not accept any excuses for failure to obey. Now slave it is time that you received a tour of this house so that you know exactly what you are going to be responsible for’ Lady Louise says before all of the Ladies get to their feet.