BDSM Library - Story: Brookdale, Chapter: Part 18 The End

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

As William's session with Julie was drawing to a close, James was considering the next stage of Becca's ordeal, a thin razor strop being belted across the smooth firm flesh of her belly. ~Should he carry out the remainder of her punishment himself, or should he invite another of his fellow diners to assist? ~

"Decisions, decisions, life is so full of decisions!!!"

After reflecting on the matter for a few short moments, James summoned the maitre-de who attended together with the two waiters that had assisted with Becca's earlier ordeal. The waiters released Becca's wrist bracelets from the wall manacles and turned her to face her audience.

"Please remove her gag." James requested and the waiters quickly unfastened the leather strap holding the gag in place, so that Becca was again able to move her jaw. On James's instructions, the waiters fixed Becca's wrists to the wall manacles so that her arms were spread to the side and held about 15 inches above her shoulders, thrusting her breasts forward.

"As you can see," James addressed his fellow diners, "this slave is now well positioned to receive the remainder of her punishment. However, whilst I intend to reserve for myself the pleasure of whipping her breasts with a stiff cane, I would like one of the ladies present to give the slut 25 strokes of the razor strop over her midriff and lower abdomen."

James's gaze fell upon a woman in her early thirties named Victoria Jennings, who was sat at a table with several of her friends. She had been particularly vocal in her encouragement to Greg Shunter to 'lay it on hard' as he was whipping Becca's back. Beckoning the woman forward, James enquired if she would be willing to assist in the continuing punishment of Becca.

"Certainly," responded Victoria, who had been resident in Brookdale for several years and was employed as the Mayor's secretary. Like Greg Shunter, the Mayor's office made full use of those unfortunate creatures that had fallen foul of Brookdale's rules and regulations. At the present time, Victoria was in charge of five women with an age range of 18 to 45, who were subject to her autocratic rule that was both fickle and sadistic, so she considered herself well qualified to assist James in his punishment of Becca.

Victoria stood before Becca, her steely gaze fixed on the soft, slightly convex area of Becca's defenceless flesh that would soon be feeling the smack of the sleek well-oiled razor strop. Victoria's allowed her fingernails to trace across the yielding, as yet unmarked surface of Becca's tummy, pausing to dig her sharp nails into the springy flesh and then proceeded to pinch the area around the area of her belly button where it sat in the swell of her abdomen.

~ Victoria recalled an incident earlier that day, when she had found it necessary to administer a severe 36 stroke caning to the naked posterior of the eldest of her charges, Mrs Alison Brown. Mrs Brown, who had been widowed in her early thirties, had been driving in Brookdale with her 24 year-old daughter, Janine when she had failed to stop a red traffic signal. As a result of her negligence, damage had been caused to another vehicle that belonged Alderman Jennings, one of Brookdale's senior officials who held such power in the Township.

Mrs Brown had been found guilty at her subsequent trial and as the Alderman wished her to be available to him in a sexual capacity on a daily basis, she had been sentenced to a period of Community Service as an alternative to a spell in the County jail. However, her daughter was also found guilty of aiding and abetting her mother in the offence and was, at that moment, incarcerated in the County Jail and suffering untold misery at the hands of the Governor, Lila Betts.

The reason for her earlier caning at the hands of Victoria was that Alison had requested Alderman Jennings to defer an intimate examination of her breasts, which comprised of groping and kneading the soft mounds on the High Street, until such time as they were indoors. The Alderman did not take kindly to this refusal and had arranged for his daughter, Victoria to inflict the severe caning from which she was now suffering such pain.

Simply for failing to show respect to the Alderman, that Brown woman would certainly not be sitting comfortably at home this evening!!! ~ Thought Victoria.

"Ah, to have such a woman as Becca secured and unable to resist, yes that was pleasure indeed!!" thought Victoria.

Reaching for the strap, having watched Becca suffer what she had been through already, Victoria felt a sweet thrill of wicked anticipation run through her body as she swung the instrument of pain before Becca's downcast eyes.

"Girl, you are certainly going to feel this." Victoria informed Becca. "And as you suffer for your refusal, I hope you realise that this is only part of what being a slave in Brookdale entails."

Victoria was referring to the accepted practice within the Community that, should an Owner be willing then any of the eligible residents may request usage of a slave, and with Victoria's connections she was one resident who made full use of the facility. She was looking forward to having Becca naked and on her knees before her, as the poor woman serviced her sexual passion with those lips pressed against her intimate flesh, whilst her squirming, but reluctant tongue explored the moist cave of her cunt.

With the full force of her arm, Victoria brought the slippery black, leather razor strap slashing forward. The full force of the blow hit Becca's stomach and a weal of vivid red leapt to the surface of the smooth white flesh as the end of the strap curved over her hip to cut into the soft exposed nakedness.

Victoria, with evil delight saw the strap bite into Becca's ever so smooth skin with its wicked and painful stripe. The clientele saw he strap descend upon her soft belly, this latter stroke somewhat lower causing her abdominal to tense as they absorbed the agony of the blow. Again the strap cut deep into her soft yielding belly flesh this time hitting that soft outward curve of Becca's pussy. It was then that Victoria directed her next slashing bite to Becca's upper front thighs, raising red welts of painful agony on the flesh of the tethered woman.

Only allowing a few seconds' interval for the full effect of each application to sink in, Victoria began applied the black strap in a methodical manner which was designed to torment every sensitive nerve end in Becca's belly, covering the twitching flesh from just below her heaving breasts to the front of her upper thighs, and then down to just above her knees. She showed her expertise in administering the punishment by applying the strap with a wrist-snapping motion that would ensure it cut into the yielding tender surface in order to guarantee the maximum effect of the strap.

As the wicked red-hot pain in her belly and thighs continued to build with each new application of the strap, the shapely Becca was held helpless, whilst her sadistic torture continued. The strap continued to smash against the straining thighs and belly and Becca's flesh was soon covered in a raw and agonising glow whilst the entire surface of her belly burned red.

Watching Becca twist and squirm as she absorbed the twenty-five blows of the strap to the area of her soft belly and upper thighs, James was eagerly anticipating the enjoyment that was to come.

Becca felt as if she were in another place, watching her beating like one of the spectators in the restaurant. She was here for her Master's pleasure and she had failed him, shamefully begged for mercy only to be delivered into a worse Hell. But it was absolution and in a way, Becca felt she deserved her punishment and almost reveled in it as much as her punishers. She was pleasing her Master by accepting this further pain.

James observed the strenuous efforts of Victoria as she succeeded in beating Becca to a near senseless oblivion. As Victoria finished and stepped back it became obvious to the onlookers that Becca was attempting to speak. She gasped many times, not daring to look up at those above her station.

"M—Master. Your slave . . . wishes you to finish her punishment . . . she wishes to please you Master." Becca almost moaned the plea. With a choked sounding sob she arched her back, whimpering further in pain. Her whipped naked front was further displayed to allow her still unmarked breasts to be thrust forward in offering. She felt like a different person as she forced her throat to plead for more.

"Your slave begs you to finish her punishment yourself, Master."

~Has she been able to cause you to lose consciousness? But no,…. what was that he heard, Becca begging him to finish her punishment himself? And was she actually offering her unmarked tits by thrusting them to him, the succulent globes heaving as she gasped for breath? Well, she will have her request granted, he thought ~

James moved over to where Victoria stood in front of the spread-eagled nakedness of Becca. Victoria was perspiring slightly from her efforts with the leather strap and, after she was successful in recovering her composure, James said in the manner of someone giving a vote of thanks to an eminent speaker.

"Thank you for your efficient administration of my slave's punishment with the strap. It was a most entertaining episode, and one that will remain with those who watched for some time to come, but I suspect, not as long as I think Becca will remember your attentions!!!"

James waited to allow the meaning of his comment sink into Becca's possibly befuddled senses and then said. "As a mark of appreciation for Victoria's efforts in entertaining us, I request that all present show their thanks in the accepted fashion." With little hesitation, a round of applause broke out amongst the customers, and this was accompanied by shouts of 'Well Done' and other salutations.

As the round of applause drew to a close, James signalled a waiter to bring him a liqueur called a 'Rusty Nail' being a measure of Drambuie whisky liqueur and a measure of malt whisky mixed. In addition, he ordered a fine Cuban half Corona cigar and also requested the waiter to bring the vicious instrument that he was now going to use to decorate Becca's fine breast globes with stinging stripes of agony.

James had already organised with the Maitre-de, the type of cane that he wished to use, and the slim four feet length of leather-covered whalebone was quickly placed in his right hand.

Becca watched her Master after her request. Her eyes were wide now, as if in shock of what she herself had said. What was happening to her? She was begging for more, displaying her body in supplication. The only comfort for the restrained slave was that in a few hours time her marks would heal and the pain would be as if it had never happened.

Taking a sip from his glass and then returning it to it's place on a nearby table, James then proceeded to tuck the whalebone cane under his left arm, whilst he lit the cigar in a leisurely manner. James knew full well that the subsequent build up of tension within Becca, was matched by the eager expectations of the other customers in the restaurant. He would certainly be well respected amongst residents the community of Brookdale, after tonight's festivities had drawn to a close.

Becca's heart was thundering and she could not tear her eyes from James as he took his time in sipping his drink and lighting the cigar. She wriggled against the wall, whimpering softly as she finally lowered her eyes. Her Master was moving back towards her. Becca swallowed hard and hiccupped a tiny sob. It felt as if her entire body was on fire from her punishment. The chair no longer looked so painful.

James placed the cigar in an ashtray on the table, drawing out each unbelievable minute of the two vividly contrasting emotions of anticipation and dread and moved to the side of Becca's pinioned naked body. Placing the tip of the whalebone cane just under her chin, James proceeded to trace the cane down across the upper slopes of the soft heaving globes of Becca's breasts. On reaching her nipples, James tapped the tip several times on her right nubbin, not hard but with sufficient force as to produce a reaction.

The tip of the cane was suddenly near her face and Becca raised her head as James drew a line with the point down chest. She could not help the hiss of a breath as the sharp end scraped along her skin.

The light taps startled Becca, she had thought the remainder of her punishment was about to begin but this was a tease only and tormented the slave more mentally than physically. Still she squirmed and shook her head, showing all that she was more reluctant than her pleading had displayed

The audience was then treated to the sight of the cane travelling over the lower slopes of Becca's thrusting charms. There were several gasps of admiration as James flicked the whalebone upwards, causing the fulsome mounds to jiggle slightly.

The way Becca clenched her eyes shut demonstrated further her fear of the cane as her Master tapped her breasts from underneath. The sounds of appreciation only served to humiliate her further and with a fresh whimper, Becca turned her face to her arm for a moment.

The whalebone switch slowly made its way down across Becca's glowing belly flesh, pausing to tap against the quivering naked flesh that was so exposed before James's gaze.

But it was not over yet. The tip of the cane made a new line and Becca looked forward quickly, shaking her head as James tapped the freshly punished flesh. Even these light taps aggravated her thoroughly whipped skin. The audience heard Becca's pained and frightened little sounds clearly as she twisted her body as much as the bonds allowed.

Finally, his teasing came to a halt and he moved the whalebone switch back up to Becca's lips.

"You have begged me to finish your punishment myself, slave." James said. "I will do so but, before you feel the wicked bite of its power, you will kiss the implement of your punishment and, as you do so, you will again beg for the impact and subsequent agony of the cuts, to show you how a slave behaves properly."

Becca's eyes focussed on the cane as her Master brought it back up to her face, the flinch was automatic. Her eyes flicked to James's; wide and reddened with the tears that still filled them and trickled down her cheeks. She felt further humiliation as her Master ordered her to kiss the cane while begging for her punishment. It had been easy to beg in the midst of the waves of pain flooding her from the strap, she had barely been thinking clearly. But to do so after calming, slightly, would be more difficult.

Becca stood still, her arms and legs aching from the bondage that held her securely in place and stared at the cane. It would be pure agony on the sensitive flesh of her breasts, worse than what she'd suffered so far, if that was possible. Why would she beg for such a thing? Had she not suffered enough?

But Becca knew to not do as told would only bring down further punishment. ~ The drug . . . I will heal, the pain will go. ~ She thought quickly to spur herself on. ~ It will please him if I do this. ~ She continued on, working to convince or will herself to do as ordered.

The cane hovered before her lips, waiting for her to kiss. Becca knew that seconds were turning into minutes as she hesitated nervously. With another soft noise, Becca leaned her head forward slightly and pressed her lips to the leather covered cane, kissing it gently.

"Please Master . . . your slave w—wishes her punishment finished . . . b—by you Master." Becca murmured, the words barely audible to anyone but James. Still planting soft kisses to the cane, Becca continued, sniffling now and then and keeping her eyes closed out of embarrassment. "Your slave d—desires to feel the . . . the bite of the cane by your hand Master, so she can . . . learn from it?"

Becca shivered slightly and coloured deeper as her voice left the unmistakable tone of a question to the end of her sentence. Becca lowered her head to hide her face more than anything. Loosened locks of sweat-dampened hair fell to dangled limply in front as Becca tried to keep herself from crying more in the lasting pain of her punishments.

Watching Becca's soft lips press against the unyielding leather covering of the cane and seeing the tears of pain coursing down her cheeks, some falling upon the slick smoothness of the instrument soon to be used in the punishment of her breasts, James's thoughts turned to how this woman had descended into such submissive behaviour, so naturally.

~ When he had originally agreed to meet with Becca and to take up residence in Brookdale, he had anticipated that she would take some considerable time to become accustomed to his harsh regime of ownership, but her actions to date had certainly proved him wrong. Was she really so new to the lifestyle? ~

James listened to Becca's request for him to personally finish her punishment by delivering the breast caning himself, and the desire for her to learn from the infliction of such pain upon her soft globes seemed heartfelt and sincere. ~ We will see how she recalls those entreaties, when the agony is coursing through her tits ~

The supple length of leather covered whalebone rose above the upper slopes of Becca's proffered breasts and James brought it down swift and cutting across the smooth skin of her thrusting breasts, the cane sinking into the softness of the globes and leaving a welt of blood red agony just above her nipples. James quickly lifted the weapon and slashed another wicked cut, the cane being sent biting into the quivering breasts to leave another stripe of pure agony across the ultra sensitive flesh.

James then elected to visit the under slope of Becca's thrusting charms and lowered the instrument of torment and then brought it upwards underarm so that its fiery agony bit into the soft surface of the woman's tits, that area which is seldom exposed to the view of others. The blow caused the full mounds to jerk upwards and the impact resulted in a shaking of the breast globes in an obscene dance of agony. Further cuts from the cane followed and the restaurant patrons were treated to the sight of the woman's gyrations of agony as she attempted to absorb the pain.

Despite Becca's wild movements, James then commenced a methodical and extremely accurate caning of Becca's heaving breast globes, the cane cutting deep into the soft and yielding flesh, as the red stripes of agony began to cover the surface of her tits.

Eventually, some thirty lines of pure agony laced across the heaving breasts but James had avoided the tender nipples of Becca's breasts. However, James was not to be denied this piece-de-resistance and, pausing momentarily to allow Becca's gyrations to slow, James licked his lips and drew the cane back. He took deadly aim and sent the wicked rod slashing. His aim was perfect! He succeeded in catching both breast nubbins by the wicked stripe of the whalebone.

Turning away from the tethered nakedness of Becca, James returned to his table, the whalebone switch tucked under his arm and, with the applause of his fellow diners rippling around the room, he sat and enjoyed his cigar and liqueur, watching his slave Becca as she attempted to come to terms with her pain.

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This is where the first part of my account of the township of Brookdale finishes. I may return to the scene at a future date, if only to see how Becca behaved when James took her to the home of Denise Houghton. Also, did Victoria Jennings get her wish to have Becca kneeling naked before her?

I wonder how many of the readers would be curious to see what happened to Julie. During her time serving her Community Service sentence with the Shunter's, she finds that she is falsely accused of theft. Sentenced to 10 years incarceration in the County Prison establishment run by Lila Betts and her lesbian cohorts, she finds that her life can get even more horrific and agonising.

In addition, we might even find time to read about how the widow, Alison Brown was made to suffer and serve, that wicked old Alderman Jennings.

Should I receive enough enquiries, I may tell more of Brookdale, but that will depend upon you, the readers.

However, before closing this part of the story, I should like to thank those readers who have taken the trouble to write to me with their helpful comments (you know who you are!!), the readers who submitted reviews and last, but certainly not least, Boccaccio, whose encouragement and observations enabled me to complete my first story.