Let’s see if you are still smiling in the morning

‘You don’t seem to understand the gravity of your situation my dear’ Lady Karen says to Ken as she is securely lashing him to a tree in the forest, ‘your smile is pretty but entirely out of place’ she concludes taking a step back to take hold of another length of rough rope.

‘This is my private forest but there are lots of wild animals around the place who might take a fancy to you and there has been signs of poachers in recent weeks and with such a delicious bottom as yours they may just fancy a spot of sodomy. I’ll leave the ropes with enough play in them that they could also get you onto your knees so that your mouth could also be used’ Lady Karen says as she is tying the ropes around Ken’s legs so that they are spread around the tree.

Ken’s heart missed a few beats at this statement as he never expected Lady Karen to leave him in such an exposed and vulnerable state as she’d never played with him in this way although it had been threatened on many times.

‘A few marks on your body will make you all the more appealing to anyone who happens to see you’ Lady Karen says as she is snaking her favourite whip around Ken’s body.

‘Count these off’ Lady Karen commands as she steps back and starts to play the whip through the air with impressive cracks as she cuts it through the air but none of the lashes land on his body to begin with so he starts to relax which was just what Lady Karen wanted. When Lady Karen sees the relaxation spreading through Ken’s body she lands the tip of the whip on his right shoulder.

‘Aah’ was Ken’s immediate response and he didn’t count the stroke off as had been instructed. There was no comment from Lady Karen at this disobedience but her next whip lash made her displeasure clear as it snaked around Ken’s hips with the tip landing squarely on his balls.

‘Perhaps you will remember your instructions to count after this’ Lady Karen says sharply over Ken’s scream.

‘Two’ Ken calls out.

‘No that was one since you didn’t count off the first one’ Lady Karen corrects.

‘One’ Ken corrects himself.

‘That’s better and don’t forget again’ Lady Karen says before delivering her next stroke of the whip straight down Ken’s back.

‘Two’ Ken counts out. After his count he screams loudly but there was no pity from Lady Karen as she relentlessly stripes his whole body over the next twenty minutes.

‘There that should be enough of a message to anyone who sees you but I’ll leave the whip on the ground at your feet just in case they decide to add a few more stripes. They should also spread and stiffen nicely through the night so let’s see if you are still smiling in the morning when I come back to collect you’ Lady Karen says walking away in front of Ken so that he can see her going until she is too far into the trees.

Even though it was summer the darkness starts to fall quickly after Lady Karen has left Ken and the temperature also starts to drop and the whip marks soon start to throb as the cool air hits them and Ken starts to shiver uncontrollably. To begin with he harbours the hope that Lady Karen will come back and rescue him but as time starts to lose any meaning he realises that this isn’t going to happen and the fear really begins to hit home. With the fear comes a heightened sensitivity to his hearing and the imagination that he can hear leaves crackling and twigs snapping all around him but nothing seems to come close to him. Ken’s eyes close every few minutes but the merest hint of a sound is enough to have them spring open again so he is becoming increasingly tired.

‘Well what do we have here’ Ken hears a female voice saying behind him but he doesn’t recognise it as  Lady Karen’s voice and his heart starts beating furiously and a cold sweat breaks out over his whole body.

‘Girls it appears that we have a toy to play with. Should we continue with the poaching expedition or should we call it off tonight and have some fun with this present’ the voice says and a pair of hands starts to run over his back and bottom.

‘I vote for having fun with this present’ a different voice says but at least it’s another female voice and a second pair of hands touches his body leaving Ken in no doubt that there is more than one person going to have a go at him.

‘There is a whip here by him, give me some light so that I can see what I’m doing’ a voice says and at that moment a bright light is shone directly into Ken’s eyes blinding him and then a piece of cloth is tied around his eyes taking away any hope of sight. With his body bathed in light the whip starts to cut into Ken’s back and his screams are soon echoing around the forest.

‘We can’t have that noise I’m afraid’ a third voice says and as it was finishing the sentence a large wad of cloth is stuffed into Ken’s mouth and taped in place.

‘That should keep you quiet’ the voice says, ‘now hand over the whip so that we can all have our fun with him’ the voice says and after a short pause the whipping starts again but this time from the front and while the tree provides a little bit of protection the rope allows enough play that Ken tries to dance away from the blows but only succeeds in opening up new areas to attack.

‘It’s such a shame that whoever left you in this position didn’t leave us something to violate your arse with so we’ll just have to improvise and use our fists’ one of the voices says and Ken struggles against his bonds at this threat.

‘Oh so this terrifies you then, what a shame for you that it is something that I love to do’ the voice says in Ken’s ear, ‘and I’m afraid that it’s going to be rather painful for you as we don’t have any lubrication with us’ the voice says with a laugh. Ken is released from the tree and he finds himself being pushed to his knees on the ground and a boot on the back of his neck pushes his head down into the earth. His legs are kicked as far apart as they can possibly go and while the whip continues to cut down onto his back a finger roughly begins to penetrate his anus and he fights against the invasion.

‘Your only hope is to relax as you will be fisted whether you like it or not’ a voice says in Ken’s ear but he can’t relax so each push feels like it is tearing him apart and as the number of fingers increases so does his pain but then it starts to feel a bit easier as there is some liquid in play which Ken knows must be blood but he doesn’t care at that moment as it is a temporary relief for him. For what seemed like hours the fist was pushing in and out of Ken with increasing force but it doesn’t get any more painful thankfully.

‘Well girls it’s beginning to get close to dawn so we’d better get going if we aren’t going to get caught’ one of the voices says.

‘Just one more thing to do to him I think’ another voice says.

‘Oh what would that be?’ another one asks.

‘Piss on him’ was the blunt response.

‘Perfect idea’ the other two voices say and Ken finds himself being rolled over onto his back and the ropes at his wrist and ankle are tied to the tree again to prevent him from escaping. While he can’t see anything he can hear clothes being stripped off and the first pair of feet straddle his chest and seconds later a gush of liquid lands on his chest and the flow is then directed to his face where it runs into his nose and under the tape into his gag feeling as if it is choking him. The second and third girls follow the first one leaving Ken soaked with their piss and while it is warm for the first second or two it soon chills in the air bringing on the shivers again.

‘Let’s come back tomorrow night and see if he is still here and if he is we’ll take him home and make him our slave’ one of the voices says as they are walking away leaving Ken in his misery and tears start to roll out from under his blindfold which stops him from seeing the dawn light breaking.

‘I see that you aren’t still smiling then and you are a real mess, you smell like a public bathroom and there is dried blood on many parts of your body including your arse. It looks like some people had real fun with you last night, perhaps this will have shown you that you are just another possession to me and not the special one that your recent behaviour suggests that you think you are’ Lady Karen says giving Ken a kick in the ribs to wake him from his fitful sleep.

Your time is up

‘I would have thought that being naked and spread eagled on the table with your bottom raised by a pillow would have given you the opportunity to reflect and confess your involvement in organising the sit in which the students have been engaged in Ken but it appears not. Your time is up and I’ll give you something to warm you up because your shivers have been very obvious and then if you are still not prepared to talk to me you can have another period of contemplation’ Miss Williams one of the senior staff of the College says to a tightly bound and blind folded Ken.

‘Splat’ a heavy leather tawse cracks across Ken’s bottom and the fact that the skin was so cold from its exposure to the cold of the room since first thing this morning made it even more painful.

‘Aah’ was Ken’s immediate reaction.

‘Well if you want this to stop Ken all you have to do is give us the details of the other ring leaders of the occupation’ Miss Williams says in her cut glass accent.

‘Splat’ the tawse cracked down again and on a completely different area of skin spreading the sting and there is no sound from Ken this time and no comment from Miss Williams. Each blow from the tawse is very hard and so far they have all been confined to Ken’s bottom which now feels like it is on fire so Miss Williams changes tack and drives the tawse down onto his thighs.

‘Fuck’ was Ken’s response.

‘Glad to see that you are still with us Ken, I thought I was losing my touch and you’d fallen asleep’ Miss Williams says sarcastically before striping Ken’s thighs so that they match the colour of his bottom.

‘Do you want to give me the names of the people who are leading the actual occupation of the Great Hall?’ Miss Williams asks and this is the first direct question that Ken has been asked since he was put into the room.

‘I’ve absolutely no idea what you are talking about’ Ken answers.

‘Oh well I guess I’ll just leave you to think about the question then but I’ll give you something else to think about’ Miss Williams says before she pushes something under Ken’s nose and he gets the strong smell of urine and it is quickly withdrawn only to be tipped all over his head, ‘there is lots more of that available Ken’ was the accompanying comment and then things went very quiet again. It got very cold and uncomfortable as the urine dried around Ken’s face and the sting in his bottom and thighs turned into a deep throb. Another bucket of urine is thrown over Ken before a whip crashes down into his back.

‘By the way Ken this isn’t now about finding any information from you because the occupation has been ended so this is simply about punishing you for having set it up and also about me having my fun with you’ Miss Williams says before she begins to whip me in earnest. As the whip lashes across my back the remnants of the urine that has been thrown over me stings the welts and just to torment me further at the end of the whipping another bucket is thrown over me.

‘Well you now have an interesting choice to make Ken? So far I haven’t told anyone else of your involvement in arranging the occupation which means that as things stand you will not be thrown out of the university and handed over to the police. If you want it to stay this way then you will agree to being my personal pain toy but if you don’t want this I’ll be passing the evidence of your guilt on. I’ll give you some time to think this over’ Miss Williams says.

‘Do you have an answer for me then Ken?’ Miss Williams asks after giving me a lash from the whip.

‘I’ll become your personal pain toy’ Ken answers.

‘A very sensible choice Ken and I think you’ve had enough for now but when you receive a message from me in the future you will obey it immediately and without question’ Miss Williams says having removed the blindfold so that Ken knows exactly who his new owner is.

These whips have your name written on them tonight boy

Angela is holding her favourite whip when Ken gets home from work and he can see that her second favourite whip is lying on the sofa beside her.

‘These whips have your name written on them tonight boy and they are just itching to get at that tender back of yours so you would do well to be on your very best behaviour’ Angela says by way of explanation to Ken.

‘Yes Mistress’ Ken replies nervously knowing that if that was how Angela was feeling there was a virtual guarantee that later in the night at the party he would be feeling both of them. It was a birthday party for Angela that they were attending tonight and it was being hosted by one of her close friends in a dungeon. All through the night Ken was very attentive towards Angela making sure that her glass was never empty and his body was always available to her for whatever purpose she wanted it but towards the end of the night he missed the fact that Angela wanted to visit the bathroom and this was the excuse that she was looking for.

‘You were warned what would happen if you weren’t on your best behaviour tonight my slave’ Angela says with a smile on her face, ‘you should have anticipated my need for the toilet and offered me your mouth but you didn’t so you will take yourself over to the cross where I’m sure someone will only be too willing to secure you in position so that my whips can satisfy their craving for skin and then afterwards I’ll bathe the welts in my golden water so that you never forget your duty again’ Angela concludes pointing to the cross she wants me on with the handle of her whip.

‘We’ve been looking forward to this moment all night’ the host of the party says as she is tightly securing Ken into the leather cuffs on the cross confirming to Ken the inevitability of what was happening to him. After a few minutes in position Angela walks over to Ken and hands one of the whips to the host of the party.

‘I’ll start with this one before moving on to my favourite whip’ Angela says as she is stroking Ken’s back with her hands relaxing him with the gentleness of her touch, gentleness that was soon replaced with the harsh bite of her short whip. While the tails of this whip might have been short they were very hard and it didn’t take long before the whole of Ken’s back felt like it was on fire but it also brought a sense of relief to Ken and after a while he relaxed into the cross and this was the point where Angela knew that she should change to her second whip. It was only with the first lash that Ken realised that the change had been made and it was a much heavier impact almost knocking the breath out of him with each impact. It was as long and hard a whipping as Ken has ever had from Angela but she could read him perfectly taking him to the edge of his tolerance and giving him a break before carrying on again.

Ken was eventually released from the cross and was laid face down on the floor with his arms stretched out in front of him so that Angela could easily stand astride him releasing a few drops of her golden water first of all noticing how Ken shivered as they made contact with the sensitive skin and then she unleashed her full flow onto Ken’s back and he lay still to accept it even though it stung as it ran over a few cuts.

You were warned what would happen

Ken is very well known for his calm, laid back demeanour but there is a streak of cheekiness running right through him which he struggles to control at times and this has been with him from his early days at school so he was quite fortunate that by the time he attended school the teachers could not take the cane to his bottom but the same could not be said about his relationship with Ellie who tolerated none of his cheekiness or indeed his laziness academically.

Everyone who knew Ken was quick to comment on how good Ellie was for him although no-one could quite pinpoint what it was that made her so good for Ken but the two of them were very well aware of what it was that Ellie did for Ken. Ellie was an incredibly sexy woman in Ken’s eyes and this gave his self-confidence a boost but more importantly it was the natural dominance that Ellie had which allowed Ken’s submission to flourish. Part of the dominance was asserted in making Ken dedicate himself to his studies through the stick of not being allowed to orally service Ellie and the carrot of being able to drink her golden nectar both of which Ken loved.

Spanking was part of the relationship but it was more used for fun as it was something that Ken enjoyed it too much for it to be called a punishment unless that is Ellie used her cane from cold on Ken which was always a challenge. Ellie was well aware of this and made sure that she kept it as a special punishment. One evening Ellie and Ken were out for a meal and drinks with some friends from university and for some reason the combination of the company and the red wine made Ken very cheeky and he made a couple of comments to the other girls which brought sharp looks from them and a nip on my arm from Ellie.

‘You are skating on very thin ice Ken, if you make one more comment then it will be the cane for you when we get home’ Ellie says after she has taken me outside for a cigarette.

‘Yes Ma’am’ slips out of Ken’s mouth.

‘Oh you are in for it now Ken’ Ellie says taking me back into the pub and I watch her taking the girls who I’d made cheeky comments aside and they all came back with broad grins on their faces and Ellie stroked my cheek gently. As the evening was drifting to a close I could sense the restlessness in Ellie and the other girls the reason for which became obvious when we started to walk home.

‘Your cheeky comments earlier in the evening were uncalled for and then you made one to me so I’m now going to give all of the girls a demonstration of why I am so good for you when we get home and don’t dare say that you weren’t warned about what would happen’ Ellie says loudly as we are taking the short walk home.

‘Bare that bottom Ken’ Ellie commands as soon as we were inside our house.

‘But’

‘No buts Ken you were warned as I said before’ Ellie says and Ken drops his jeans and pants revealing the marks from a previous caning that Ellie had inflicted on him.

‘Girls you have all said that Ken has been much less cheeky since he has been mine and here you will see one of the main reasons for this. These marks on Ken’s bottom come from the cane which is one of the ways I punish him whenever he is cheeky to me and it has a wonderful effect on him as you will see shortly since his comments tonight have earned him a caning. But the main carrot and stick that I use with Ken is a combination of not being allowed to eat my pussy or drink my piss both of which he loves’ Ellie says and Ken is looking at all of the girls who are grinning broadly adding to his humiliation.

‘Bend over Ken so that the girls can see for themselves that you are suitably punished for your cheekiness’ Ellie says and she gives me two dozen hard ones with the cane each of which she counts and brings an intake of breath from the audience particularly as the line continues to darken on the skin.

‘Perhaps the next time Ken you may heed my warning’ Ellie concludes before sending me off to our bedroom.

On your knees at my feet now

‘You should know by now that when I enter the room and sit down your required position is on your knees at my feet awaiting my requirements at that time and that holds true regardless of what you are doing and what time of day or night it is’ Mistress Katy says quietly to Ken one night when she has just come in from performing at a club. When Mistress Katy speaks quietly like this Ken really pays attention because it means she is very displeased with him and she has an uncanny ability to find the smallest of faults, faults she would often let go with a sharp word but when displeased any fault generates a much more severe punishment.

‘I’m sorry Mistress’ Ken says as he watches Mistress Katy slip out of her long coat and put it on the sofa beside her revealing her absolutely stunning outfit and the graceful curves of her body. With a hand draped over a knee she uses her gloved fingers to point to the spot that she wants Ken to take up.

‘Don’t keep me waiting slave’ Mistress Katy says almost in a whisper as Ken is making his way over to her making him almost break out into a run before kneeling at her feet with his hands clasped behind his back. Ken is looking up into Mistress Katy’s eyes as he has been instructed to do when in this position as Mistress Katy likes to remind Ken of how attractive she is and Ken is more than happy to do so because he is completely smitten with her.

‘Your first task of the night is to hang my coat up and then bring me back the biggest glass bowl from the kitchen as I need to pee and you are going to be drinking every last drop but since you have displeased me you will not be getting to drink it from the source or lick me clean afterwards. All the time you are lapping from the bowl like a dog I will be whipping you like a dog so fetch me your leash as well. As a treat for you tonight I was going to release you from your chastity belt and let you have a release but that will have to wait for at least another month now slave’ Mistress Katy says with each fresh punishment piling the misery on to Ken’s head making him wish that he’d left the washing up as soon as he’d heard the key in the lock.

‘Oh and finally you will have to watch me playing with myself tonight as you are not worthy of such a reward tonight, now get to it’ Mistress Katy says quietly and Ken walks off with the coat cursing his own stupidity. With the leash hanging from his mouth and the biggest glass bowl in his hands Ken re-enters the lounge to find that Mistress Katy has also retrieved the most severe of her floggers from the play room.

‘The leash will not be sufficient for you tonight slave’ Mistress Katy says as she is holding the flogger in her hands, ‘now on your knees with your forehead on the floor and it’s your bad luck that at the club tonight there were no slaves who wanted to drink my personal champagne so I haven’t been to the bathroom and don’t be stupid enough to sneak a glance or it will be a year before I grant you release’ Mistress Katy concludes. When Ken has taken up the required permission he can hear Mistress Katy peeing into the bowl and it sounds like she is going on for hours. Not only can Ken hear when Mistress Katy has stopped but he can also feel it because she steps over to him and uses the back of Ken’s head to dry herself off.

‘Now get drinking slave’ Mistress Katy says as she has picked up the leash and doubles it over in her hands making a weighty but quite narrow strap and this she cracks down into Ken’s bottom as soon as his tongue has dipped into the bowl. After countless strokes with the leash Mistress Katy puts it down but it’s only a momentary respite for Ken as she picks up the flogger and starts on his shoulders with it. Ken is lapping at the bowl as quickly as he can but it’s taking a while to get through it so the flogging goes on and on.

‘At last slave’ Mistress Katy says as she pushes the bowl away from Ken with her foot when it is empty, ‘for taking so long I’m going to make your next punishment worse’ Mistress Katy says and she fetches a collar and cuffs from the playroom fitting both to Ken before she clips the cuffs to the ring at the front of the collar. Ken then watches Mistress Katy taking the key to the padlock of his chastity device from around her neck and it clicks what she is going to do.

‘So I see that you have worked out my intention then Ken, cruel isn’t it’ Mistress Katy says as she is unlocking the chastity belt and stroking Ken’s cock with her gloved hands until it is nice and hard, ‘now you will watch me playing with myself and there is absolutely nothing you can do to relieve the frustration in your cock. This might teach you to remember your rules in future’ Mistress Katy says as she sits back down on the sofa.