The Nanny

THE NANNY

Master DeSade makes an unexpected visit back from business to take care of business.

Chapter Eleven

       The door swings open; Madam and her redhead Dom companion enter unannounced as Jo and the stepdaughter are still sprawled across the floor.  Glancing up, one of the cuffs already in her hand as she’s loosening the other, Jo hesitates as the two women approach.

       “What the Hell’s going on here Jessica?... Jo, how dare you!”  Madam scolds as she grabs the loose cuff, drags Jo apart from Jessica as she glances toward the redhead.  “Here!... Put it back on her!”

       Grabbing the cuff, kneeling and slipping it across Jessica’s wrist and again fastening it toward the bottom of the harness, the redhead glances back toward Madam who’s raising Jo by her arm.  Also grabbing and lifting up the stepdaughter, gripping her by the back of the harness, the redhead glances back toward Madam with a smirk.  “What do you want me to do with her?”

       “Take her… Take her with you now for the next few days and let her get a taste some of your treatment… What sort of things besides a few welts a real Dominatrix can do to her tits and ass!”  Madam scoffs as she stares into Jessica’s piercing brown eyes as she slips the red ‘O’ ring between her lips and tightens the strap behind her neck.  “That’s what you want, right Jess?” She finishes as she reaches out and tweaks Jessica’s bruised left nipple.

       Lowering her head, not able to answer, Jessica’s discolored, global breasts barely bounce as she’s jerked around to face the still open doorway.  Her naked body taut in the stiff harness, her thigh and calve muscles glisten as her feet arch in the heels.  Forced toward the door, struggling in her stilettos, Jessica barely mumbles unintelligibly as she’s led down the hallway.  Momentarily glancing back toward Jo, it’s hard to say if there’s a look of concern on her ashen colored face or of a secret anticipation as the redhead gruffly pushes her along.

       Quickly turned by her arms, Jo glances toward the floor while feeling Madam’s fingernails pressing into her biceps while being addressed.  “I asked you what you thought you were doing, Jo!”

       “She… She ordered me… Ordered me to assist her, Madam!”  Jo anxiously answers as her global breasts press against Madam’s forearms.  “She insisted I do that!... She did, honest!”

       A sneer on her face while releasing Jo’s arms Madam surprisingly turns toward the door as she scowls.  “Tomorrow… Tomorrow morning Jo, we’re discuss this matter in my room.”  Turning while shutting the door, she adds.  “Relax for now…  Tomorrow’s the bench and crop for you!”

       Watching the door close behind Madam and hearing it being locked from the outside, Jo steps briskly toward the bed.  Slumping head first across the bedspread with her head across the pillows with her arms beneath them, she closes her eyes as the thoughts of being spread out and whipped on that seat again, especially with a crop, flashes through her mind.  Tears in her eyes, angry, confused, she knows there’s no one way to prevent being disciplined.  She finds herself tossing and turning before finally falling into a troubled sleep as she sprawls across the bedspread.

       Dreaming, dozing in and out, she hears the sound she heard once before of powerful blades swirling through the air above the house.  The familiar sound even louder, circling a couple times, the bed slightly quivers as the whispery pitch seems to accumulate just outside on the heliport as nightfall holds a full moon outside her open window’s swaying drapes.  A few minutes filled with the choppy sound of a lazy whirl and again the deafening acceleration of swirling blades, the sound of the copter lifting up from the pad, circling toward the deep blue water.  The drone fading away, again she falls into a restless sleep, agonizing over her dreaded meeting with Madam in the morning.

       Awakened by the escort and instructed to shower and to make her self up, Jo’s heart beats harshly in her chest as she dreads being led to the Madam’s suite.  Nervously rushing herself, she can’t stop thinking how she had no choice but to obey the stepdaughter and shouldn’t be punished for it.  She also realizes nothing matters and that she’s going to be punished regardless.  Presenting herself to the escort, her first surprise is of not having to be cuffed before leaving the bedroom.

       Led unshackled, but still naked, by the escort down the steps from the hallway into a stone laid passageway, Jo’s heart pounds as the dreadful thoughts of the crop mount in her mind.  Stepping toward a large black wrought iron door at the very end of the corridor, the escort taps before swinging the door open.  Stepping aside, nodding for Jo to enter, he steps back and shuts the door behind her.

       Glancing around the completely whitewashed stone surfaced chamber with various bondage and torture apparatus’ mounted across the floor, Jo’s struck by the sight of a bound hooded woman, naked and standing off to the side.  Tiptoeing, her chest arched outward, she straddles the center of a length of taut hemp rope about a dozen feet long and adorned with a series of knots spread a couple or so feet apart from one another.  Her fit, tanned naked body glistens in contrast with the white background of the chamber.

       “Well Jody Lynn, what’s this I hear about yesterday?”  She hears the voice from off to the side as Master DeSade steps out from a doorway behind her.  Turning, keeping her head lowered as her heart skips a beat, she remains silent as he approaches in his black robe.

       “Come here, with me.”  He casually orders as he nudges her right arm, stepping toward the woman.  “Here!”

       Standing next to him as he reaches toward the woman’s black hood, Jo watches as he adjusts the flattened straps across the incredibly tightly stretched  leather, the only orifice holding a bright red ‘O’ ring widely stretching her lips into a perfect circle tautly against the thicker leather seam.  Checking her arms bound behind her back, he grips one wrist then the other that’s affixed to the bottom of the back of the hood, her hands crisscrossed with the tips of her twitching fingers stretching upward practically above her shoulders as her elbows are pressed together in a single sleeve bondage wrap.  Kneeling and checking her ankle cuffs as she struggles to stand on the balls of her feet, flexing the short silver chain between them, he again stands as he glances toward Jo.

       “Well, how’s Madam look to you now?”  He asks, again in an almost pleasant voice as he reaches out and cups the woman’s thrust out bare left breast. “Well?”

       Glancing toward her, back to him, she remains speechless as she feels her face flushing.  Realizing that in fact it is Madam standing in front of her, straddling that rope that’s crammed deeply between her spread vulva, Jo doesn’t quite know what to think, or say.  “That’s… That’s Madam?... Master?”

       Disconcertingly nodding with just a hint of a smile he again cups Madam’s bare breast.  Tweaking the thickening nipple and tugging forward, he forces her to shuffle along the rope a few painful inches as one of the flexing knots makes contact with her pubic mound before jerking and disappearing between the fleshy folds of her labia.  “Yes… And right now that knotted rope is grinding across her clitoris, see?... Actually this is her second trip already!... Across all six knots, back and forth, frontwards and backwards.”

       Hearing the grunts, the squeal emitting from the ‘O’ ring as a bit of saliva drools from the rubber and down off her chin, Jo glances closer at Madam’s reddened and raw bare flesh scrapping across the bowing, but taut rope.  Watching as the gruff hemp continues to disappear as she’s forced to gingerly press forward; the knot finally appears behind her trembling thighs from between her reflexively tightening butt cheeks, the hemp knot damp and slightly discolored with a light crimson tinge.

       “Like I said, I want you to tell me about yesterday with Jessica and you.”  He again instructs as he releases the bare nipple from between his finger and thumb to slide his fingers across the rope and feel the knot.  “Yeh, Jo… This is even better for punishment then the wooden pony over there!”  He continues as he momentarily nods toward an upside down ‘V’ shaped apparatus made of varnished wood and bolted down across the floor.  Turning back, seeming more interested in the tautness of the rope as he flicks it between his fingers, he adds.  “Don’t you think this would be even more interesting to straddle?... Which one would you rather be forced to mount?”  Continuing to manipulate the rope between Madam’s thighs while glancing toward the wooden apparatus, he hesitates before adding.  “Know what?... I think I want you to go ahead and jump up on that right now while I listen to your explanation… Or if you’d rather… You could take her place on this knotted rope instead!”

       Again Jo feels speechless.  Glancing back and forth she can only imagine what the pain of that rope grinding between Madam’s thighs feels like compared to whatever that other wooden thing would feel like to sit across.

       “Do it!”  He orders as he again stops flicking the rope while glancing at Jo.  “Pick one or the other… Now!”

       Nervously obeying she steps toward the slanted wood.  Gripping the barely rounded top with her left hand as she flips her left leg up and over the slick surface, she hoists her self up across its point.  Straddling across it, the pointed edge sliding up between her thighs even as she reflexively attempts to force her legs to press together, she feels the hardened wood digging into her spread slit starting from her pubic mound back to the crease of her butt cheeks.  Toes pointed downward barely inches above the floor, she leans forward pressing both hands across the top of the wood to relieve the instant intense pressure.

       “No Jo… Hands up behind your neck!”  He orders as he barely glances toward her, seeming more interested in manipulating Madam’s breasts as he leans over the vibrating rope between her twitching thighs.  “And keep them there!”

       Slowly slipping her hands off the top edge of the pointed wood one at a time, pressing her legs together as forceful as she can, she slowly, almost cautiously slides her hands behind her neck one after the other.  Locking her fingers tightly together, she feels the piercing sharp shock across her bare clitoris as the wood harshly presses into her tender flesh.  Her eyes well up with tears as she painfully squirms from one side to the other trying to balance, actually causing herself even more discomfort.  Softly moaning as she bites her lip she glances down between her quivering legs, trying to press them, force them against the slick surfaces on either side.

       “Comfortable?”  He sarcastically asks as he glances over.  “How you think she feels right about now?”  He adds as he twists both Madam’s nipples between his forefingers and thumbs to guide her a couple, three quick halting steps across another knot in the springing rope.

       Remaining silent with barely a whimper while still struggling sideways, back and forth and across the painful wood, Jo can’t even imagine how painful that knotted rope must be as she watches him give Madam’s breasts another quick jerk by her stretching nipples.  Watching her hips quiver across another knot toward the front end of the rising hemp lead as she’s barely able to maintain her tiptoed stance, Jo turns her head away after seeing a tinge of blood drip from the freshly exposed rope knot behind her buttocks.

       “What’s the matter?”  He asks as he releases Madam’s breasts as he steps toward Jo.  Don’t care to watch her session?”  Stepping toward Jo’s left side he places a hand on her thigh as he slides his other hand across the small of her back.  “Okay, time to have our little talk… But first, in case you’re interested…  You understand she’s being disciplined for her disobedience… I told you I don’t accept that, didn’t I?”

       Reaching up, cupping, massaging Jo’s right breast, letting his palm glide across the nipple stud, he continues.  “I was informed last night about the situation and had to cut short my business for a day or so.”  Tweaking the stud, he continues.  “Now, she said she sent Jessica with another Dom because of what the two of you did, didn’t she?... I said… Didn’t she?”

       Glancing down and away, Jo mutters.  “Yeh, Yes Master, she sent your daughter away to be punished by that redheaded woman… And… You didn’t want her too… And now you’re mad… Right?”

       Slightly smiling, still stroking Jo’s thigh, he continues in an almost mellow tone.  “Actually I’m not angry… Not at all… She’s being punished because she made an obviously serious decision without my approval, even my input… It’s just that simple… That’s the reason she’s being punished right now!... That and the fact she’s becoming more independent of my wishes… Which I obviously won’t tolerate!”

       Listening, but most of her attention drawn toward her vagina and rectum straddling the connected pointed wood, she unsuccessfully tries to find some sort of relief from her painful position.  Still trying to remain motionless under his touch, she finds herself curiously asking.  “You… You mean you’re not upset that Jess… I mean your daughter’s being disciplined by that woman?

       Slowly shaking his head from side to side while firmly, yet not painfully squeezing Jo’s thigh, he smiles.  “Oh no… Like I just said… Not at all, on the contrary… She’s been in need of a bit of discipline for sometime now.  I knew when she turned of age; she’d begin her training… You see, she’s obviously a female and has to be trained to know her place… Just like all women should be!”  Nodding toward Madam’s naked body on the knotted rope, he adds.  “Including her!... You know, there was a time a few years ago that she was in the very position you are now!”

       Sliding his open hand over to Jo’s other breast and running the tips of his fingers across that glistening gold stud, he gently massages the firm flesh as he continues.  “You see… I’m the Master… The sole administrator of justice… My justice!... And obviously all women to me are submissive… Even the so called Doms, like her!... It’s just that with some, I can be more accommodating, if they deserve it!”

       Gripping Jo’s thigh again, gently lifting it up toward the top of the wooden mount, he adds.  “Hop off… Carefully!”

       Finding herself slipping across the sharp edge, the quick twinge of pain’s worth it as she slides off the far side, her feet finally again reaching the floor.

       “Go ahead.”  He grins.  “You can rub yourself… You have my permission.”

       Without hesitation both her hands quickly slip between her thighs, one in back with the other from the front as she furiously rubs her hands back and forth across her sore slit.  “Thank… Thank you Master!”  She finds herself saying, almost in appreciation as she tends to her aches.

       “That’s okay… Now come over here.”  He instructs as he approaches the wall holding the front of the end of the rope Madam’s straddling.  Picking a brine soaked hickory switch from a shallow vat, swishing it back and forth in mid air, just across the front of Jo’s bare breasts, he reaches it out toward her.  “Take this.”

       At first almost panicking as she watched him flicking the flexible switch toward her, now confused and somewhat relieved, she reaches and accepts the switch.  “Yeh… Yes Master?”

       “Well?”  He smiles as he steps aside.  “Show me what you’re capable of… Give her breasts a few good flicks…  Now not too harsh!... Just two or three painful switching’s across those nipples… She won’t even know who did it; she can’t see or hear you while she’s wearing that hood!”

       “Wha… What happens if she finds out latter?”  Jo almost pleads, letting the switch’s tip slip across the floor, glancing at Madam’s tense, yet quivering body causing the taut rope to twitch as she continues to struggle back and forth on her tiptoes.   “And… And you’re gone somewhere?... You’re not here?… Master?”  She begs.

       “I set the rules… And if they’re broken, there are consequences!... Obviously very serious consequences!”  He nods.  “I can leave a safe order with you and no one will dare cross the line… Understand?... Matter of fact, I may want for her discipline to continue when I leave again on my business trip.  Show me some raw talent I can appreciate… To work with.  Start by using that switch properly and I just might let you be the administrator on her the next session too!... Do you understand what I’m saying?... What the possibilities could be if I can depend on you?... Put my trust in you?”

       “Yes… Oh yes Master!”  Jo eagerly answers, almost not believing her ears.  Inside, her heart pounds as she finds her self wanting to please him.  She realizes the improbable possibilities that seem so close to being within her grasp.

       “Understand though.”  He adds as he glances into her eyes.  “Disappoint me and your consequences could very well be devastating!”

       “Yes… I… I understand fully, Master!”  She blurts out as again her heart pounds, realizing the fine line she’s going to need to walk as she glances back toward Madam’s inviting breasts jiggling off her arched out chest.  Again feeling the same adrenaline rush she felt for the first time with the stepdaughter yesterday, she lets the switch flick with a snap of her wrist.  “Thwack!”

       Madam’s naked body jerks as the tip of the switch sinks into the outer curve of her left breast just above the already thickened nipple.  The rope flexes between her quivering thighs as the surprising lashing causes her to reflexively twist to her right, her naked body beading perspiration.

       “Thwack!”  A quick backhand and Madam’s right breast jerks, the switch embedding itself into the outer globe of that bare breast, barely tracing across the bottom edge of her areola.  “Oomph!”  The slightest of groans can be heard from the circular opening in the front of the fitted black leather mask as Madam’s trembling body twists back toward her left, the knotted rope stretching between her jerking hips.

       Glancing toward Master DeSade, Jo gets rewarded with an appreciative nod of approval as she positions herself on the other side of Madam.  Raising the switch she lets it flick downward.  More confident, the excitement mounting, she finds herself stepping into the lashing.  “Thwack!”  Madam’s torso arches forward, her breasts swaying apart as the switch leaves a pair of thin red welts forming a crude ‘X’ across the outer side of her right breast.  “Thwack… Oomph!”  The forth blow, another backhand quickly follows, leaving a second layered welt across Madam’s left breast, closer to her jiggling nipple as Jo grips the switch even tighter in her clenched fist, twitching it back and forth as her eyes concentrate on the welted breasts jiggling in  front of her.

       Another gurgling sound’s emitted through the bright red rubber ‘O’ ring as saliva drools down from Madam’s yawning mouth, dripping across her glistening chest between her swaying breasts as her thighs tremble around the taut rope stretching from side to side.  Master DeSade continues to stand silently off to the side, engrossed with Jo who seems oblivious to her own perfect, naked body.  Glistening, her muscles and tendons flexing like a cat, taut under her glistening flesh, she roves back and forth across the front side of her defenseless victim, preparing to pounce.  Remembering the countless whips and crops used on her own naked body by Madam, now Jo feels a rising level of the intoxicating feeling of utter dominance with the switch in her clenched fist.

       Stepping toward Jo as she’s raising her arm back, he nods.  “How ’bout her bellybutton?… And maybe the last one across her but cheeks… Good and firm... Okay?... Try it!”

       Nodding, Jo again quickly positions herself, eagerly flicks the tip of the switch toward the hollow of Madam’s flexing navel.  Twisting with the swing of the switch, Jo’s breasts sway across her bare chest as she lunges toward the rope.  “Oomph!”  Madam’s familiar grunt again blurts out from the mask as her abs ripple under her protruding ribcage as she hunches forward on the springing rope.

       In a continuous motion, another backhand, her harshest of the half dozen resonates across both jerking butt cheeks as the knot pressing in front of Madam’s pubic mound slips between her spread labia folds.  Stumbling forward before barely catching herself, the rope grinds up between her spread slit as more saliva drips from the ‘O’ ring,  stringing across the twine in front of her.

       “Good… That’s good for now!”  Master DeSade acknowledges approvingly as he steps forward, taking the switch from Jo’s trembling hand.  “Good girl… I’m proud of you!... With work, and loyalty, you could very well be her replacement one day soon!”

       Stepping over to the vat and placing the switch in the brine, turning back he slides his left arm around Jo’s bare waist.  Feeling her trembling body next to his, he glances over toward Madam quivering while straddling the rope.  Glistening, perspiration beading and crisscrossing her bare flesh, he flicks the rope with his index finger and watches her reflexively jerk as she continues to try to relieve the tormenting pain of her crotch as she tiptoes on the balls of her feet.  “Let’s leave her for a while to contemplate her indiscretions.”  He instructs in a strict tone.

       Stepping toward the iron door, he almost gently pats Jo’s hip.  “Let’s go relax in my room for awhile, maybe even contemplate some of your future!”  He instructs in a much more subtle voice as he swings the door open.

       “Yes Master!”  Jo tries to calmly answer as she feels his arm around her as they walk through the doorway.  Her heart pounds with excitement, and anticipation of the possibilities of the future, with him!

End Part Eleven