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Chapter 62
Lang hoped in a futile way that the ground, or at least the carpet would swallow her up and she would be free of this humiliation. She was now at the absolute mercy of not just her ex-husband’s new wife but a whole group of females who seemed to revel in the power their relative position gave them. It had been decided that she would be punished and now she had to wait for them to decide what form that would take.
Mrs Maxton was the first to comment on her thick underarm hair and the way her equally dense pubic hair protruded from her panties. She presumed that it was yet another indication of what a slut Lang was when left to her own devices and how they would have to try to make her aware of the need for personal cleanliness at all times.
“I mean, its fine for her to be allowed to wear your used panties Sophie, but you will need to have them thoroughly washed and scraped free of her rank hairs when she takes them off and, by the way, would it not be better for us to decide her punishment in private then call her back to announce it”... she added.
This was immediately agreed by the others and Lang was duly ordered to leave them whilst her fate was decided.
Once again it was Mrs Maxton who led the deliberations using words such as “taking her down a peg or two”, “something that she will really feel” and “ this is not a time for leniency”. Sophie called her golfing husband on his mobile so that he could give his views which, as she expected, added to the severity of the sentence.
It was decided and agreed unanimously. Sophie called her back and ordered her to the present in front of the group to hear what form the punishment would take. She then acted as the judge and spoke:
“Well Lang, we have considered your offence and what the suitable punishment should be. Much as we would like to be lenient, we feel that such is your attitude that any such kindness would be taken by you as a licence to commit further slovenly and careless acts. You will therefore receive 15 stroke of the cane across your naked buttocks. As your owner I will lay them on and you will remain in position accepting my discipline. Have you anything to say girl?”
Lang said nothing but simply nodded her acknowledgement of what was to come. She knew that remaining in position would be her major problem and looked back to what now seemed the luxury of being strapped to various punishment devices that eliminated the incredible need for self control to remain in position when the pain commenced. She would be thrashed simply for the enjoyment of these women...and she would just have to take it.
The position Sophie chose was the worst possible. Having totally stripped, Lang was told to take up the schoolboy position, bending over to grasp her ankles in the centre of the room. There would be no comforting chair to cling to or any other form of support. To add to the difficulty she was then ordered to spread her feet wide so that her crotch was fully displayed and her buttocks spread as wide as possible and presenting the largest possible target. Her large breasts hung down either side of her face as she stared at the seated females from between her shamefully parted thighs.
It was Sophie’s first experience of laying on a cane and it showed. There was none of the precision that Lang had experienced from the wardresses who had previously caned her, nor were the strokes quite so bitingly harsh...but they were bad enough. They fell all over the area rather than in neat lines and much of her right flank took the worst of the welts. Even though the target area was large, there were several overlays as the strokes fell every few seconds.
It hurt. It hurt like hell, but as, in her inexperience Sophie laid the strokes on quickly the actual peak in the pain occurred some seconds after the final stroke had fallen and she had been ordered back to the present. She stood in front of them, red faced and with tears running down her cheeks.
Sophie announced that she was to remain at the present until told otherwise as they watched her contorted face try to deal with the surges of pain from her beaten buttocks. The relief that could have been gained from rubbing the large mounds had been denied to her as had the privacy of being alone. Fully exposed she would have to watch them enjoying her agonies until they became bored and found another area of amusement. She had to hope that it would not include her.
Later, when wine had flowed, Mrs Maxton related an incredible story about two friends of hers: The wife was the daughter of an extremely successful businessman who had been in at the start of the micro-chip revolution. This had given the family everything from houses around the world, executive jets and a fantastic life style.
This had, unfortunately, resulted in the woman, Jayne Hough turning into what could only be described as a total bitch. She was now in her early thirties and shortly after she married a decent but somewhat downtrodden male by the name of James who was five years older than herself, her father had died, leaving the entire business and associated fortune to her.
Outwardly charming to her employees and all who met her she decided that she was less than enamoured by her new husband, but that she would be prepared to continue with the marriage but on somewhat different terms than he had originally envisaged. To emphasise his new status she even called him into her huge new office, had him stand facing her desk whilst she lounged in her chair outlining how things would be from then on. James could keep the benefits of being married to her such as the designer clothes, Ferrari cars and world travel...but at a price: She would no longer be available to him for his sexual needs but he would have to continue to satisfy any such needs that she had. He would be totally subservient to her in private whilst appearing a devoted husband in public.
In brief, he would be her servant and a means of relieving any frustrations she felt with life. Frustrations that her position in society would prevent her taking out on a third party.
Faced with the loss of all the luxuries that had become so important to him he agreed. Had he thought back to the many hints that he had received during the short marriage, he would have realised that that Jayne had a strange twisted personality that preferred domination and causing hurt rather than the normal sentiments of a young wife. When dismissed from her presence, he went back to his own spacious office and so-called executive position, little realising how his life would now change.
He arrived home in his Ferrari to find Jayne had already arrived in the company Rolls having decided that henceforth they would travel separately. Their housekeeper and cook was a Mrs Brady, a pleasant enough Irish lady in her forties. She was short and a little plump with a round smiling face and greying hair done in a firm bun at the back. Having prepared the evening meal she retired, as usual, to the servants’ quarters and left them to eat...in total silence.
Jayne had spent some time on deciding how she should discipline her husband and researching the net. One site in particular took her eye:
How To Give your Husband a Punishment Spanking
(submitted by: Mistress Katellyn
(written by: Slave John)
Instructions on how to properly spank your husband...
First and foremost, these are not playful. They are designed to hurt and hurt good, both at the time he gets them and for several days afterward. He is to dread them. That is the only way to change his behavior. They are also in no way sexual. I attend to his backside during a Punishment Spanking (PS), not his front side. That being said, follow these procedures and they will work for you.
I have divided PS into several categories listed below. Study both the actual meaning and the intent.
Rules
PS's are not randomly applied. He needs to know the rules and know he will be punished when they are broken. These are serious offences. Here are my current rules:
These are worthy of PS's. Does that mean that I don't put him over my knee for a good hairbrush attitude adjustment? Of course not. But attitude adjustments are not PS's. They are not as serious and can be dealt with accordingly and with much more spontaneity. For example, if he's ogling some young thing at the mall, a quick swat on the seat of his pants will wake him up immediately.
Accountability with Certainty
I never let any breaking of the rules slide by. He knows with 100% certainty that if a rule is broken he will be having a PS. It is that simple.
Ritual
Over time I have established exactly what will happen. The only variable is timing and that is totally up to me. There are times when I've received a bank statement in the mail that needs correction and I've called him home for lunch and given him a PS and then sent him back to work. Sometimes I wait until he gets home. Sometimes I send him off to work in the morning after a good PS. Timing is up to me, but I always try and keep it fairly close to the infraction. Here are the elements of the Ritual I have established:
Positions
I never deliver a PS over the knee. I want the intimacy to be between his bare bottom and the instrument. I never, ever tie him down in position. It is his responsibility to maintain the position until I release him. Failure to do so results in extras. Because of the way I deliver PS's, I usually only use one position per PS, unless extras are required and then the extras may be in another position. Once he is in position I lower or remove his punishment panties. Here are the positions:
Implements
As a PS technique, unlike other types of spankings, I rely totally on rapid-fire strokes without warm up that sting as opposed to bruise. I favor a lot of stinging strokes as opposed to a few extra-hard for several reasons. One, I don't want him to be able to mentally "recover" from a swat and get ready for the next. Two, my target is from mid-bottom cheek to mid-thigh and wooden, plastic or other hard implements do not allow safe application in this complete target area.
Consequently, I use the cane and leather tawse exclusively. Because of its ability to deliver 30 or so "pops" within, say, a 20 second timeframe, I use the cane for the PS. Sharp flicks of the wrist combined with the "whippy" nature of the cane are most effective at rapid-fire delivery. A one-minute caning, believe me, is a very effective PS! You can get it done and send him back to work in the one-hour lunch break. I use both striping as well as criss-cross patterns. I use the tawse exclusively for "extras". The tawse has a different feel and will evoke quite a satisfactory reaction even on a well-caned bottom. Again, I do not count. He knows that when he feels the tawse it is because he has not accepted his punishment well and that the swats he has earned are directly for those infractions. Using just these two implements allows him to differentiate between the initial infraction and his ability to receive punishment effectively.
Duration
It's over when I say so, period. I never, ever announce the number of swats or have him count. I deliver rapid-fire, nonstop pops to his bare bottom until I feel the lesson has been learned. If I have him count or announce a number, he can anticipate when the PS will stop. I do not want that to happen. I quickly build the sting; keep it going and am relentless in not stopping too soon. It also makes it difficult for him to hold position and I want that to be difficult for him. Remember, even two minutes of hard, swift pops does the trick. A PS that lasts, except for extras, 3-4 minutes is absolutely the maximum if you are doing it properly. Almost no one can stand if for that period of time. Also, there is never any warm-up. I get right at it.
Observation
I carefully observe the most sensitive areas and return to them often. I also never, ever break the skin, but there are always marks that will last several days. I don't consider the PS completely over until all the marks are gone. I must, therefore, stay really focused throughout making certain the entire target area is covered and that he stays in position until I am finished. If marks don't appear, we keep going. If he breaks position, we keep going.
Miscellaneous
• He must always hand-wash his punishment panties when I release him from the corner so that they are ready for the next PS. He is to do this without being told.
• Crying out: I expect it. If I'm doing my job, he will cry out. I never gag him. But there are exceptions: he cannot curse or use a 4-letter word, he cannot ask for mercy or beg me to ease up, he cannot ask a witness to leave. "I'm sorry" in a non-pleading voice is acceptable as well as "Oh!" and "Oh my!" and the typical "Ouch!" I also do not mind if he cries out "That hurts," because it is supposed to hurt.
• I always lock him up in a chastity device before a PS. I do not want to deal with the occasional erection and I do not want him thinking about sex. The tube stays locked on until the marks are gone, without fail. No exceptions.
• I expect bottom clenching and unclenching both during the PS and in the post-PS corner time. It is a natural reaction along with minimal bottom wiggling as long as the rest of the position is maintained. A "dancing bottom" is almost uncontrollable, is cute and I use it to add humiliation by saying things like: "That's it, dance for the cane - wiggle your naughty bottom while I play a little tune on it.
• Anger: it has no place. I choose the timing so Jam careful not to be angry when I dole out a PS.
• Tears: these can happen, but I never stop a PS because of them nor do I continue to gain them. They are a nice touch, however.
• I expect contrition. At some point before he gets dressed, I expect to hear a sincere apology. I don't hug him afterward, but prefer to leave him to his own thoughts.
I hope you find this information helpful. It has taken me years through trial-and-error to arrive at these procedures. The results speak for themselves. In the beginning my husband averaged a PS once every 7-10 days. He currently receives one about once every 3-6 weeks. Stick with your plan and you will get, eventually, a good little man.
This posting, and many others that she found helped her decide on a regime that would not only result in a fully trained and subservient husband but also give her a large degree of satisfaction. She accepted that rituals such as making him wear a special pair of punishment panties would humiliate him into submission but had already decided that his penis was not to be available to either of them and would require some form of restraint at all times and not just when under a punishment sentence.
Following the meal, during which even James deduced that things were about to change for him, his wife called him through to her study and soon had him standing in front of her desk for the second time that day.
“I have already outlined how things will be from now on James but there are several somewhat personal areas that I have yet to cover. Firstly, any time we are alone you will only address me as “Madam”. Secondly you will, in situations like this, stand to attention in front of me when I am talking. I intend to introduce a strict regime for you that will result in you becoming fully attuned to what I require in all aspects of our life together. I realise that even though you have agreed to go along with my ideas you may yet find a reason to disagree and to try to go back on this agreement. I should tell you that your rather foolish removal of company funds into what you thought was a secret account has not only been reported to me but has also been written up into a document that would earn you at least five years in jail should it ever be released to the police. From now on James, when I say jump your only response should be to ask me how high...and don’t forget to add the word “Madam”!
“What is more James, I am more than aware of your disgusting behaviour with one of the young secretaries during the night you spent at the recent conference. I am more than prepared to use that alone to divorce you but, provided you toe the line...my line...from now on you will remain married to me.”
James shoulders visibly slumped at this information. He was obviously shaken to the core but still tried to offer whimpering reasons and excuses, all of which were laughingly dismissed by his wife. He thought back to when they had made such an impressive couple to all their friends: She 5’10’’ tall slim with long blonde hair great looks and great figure. Him, slightly shorter but with a good athletic build, short cropped dark hair and good looking in a manly way. He realised that the only way he could hang on to both his freedom and lifestyle was to go along with whatever she wanted.
She continued: “In case you wonder about Mrs Brady finding out about this new arrangement, just remember that she really values working for me and is well paid, very well paid for her discretion. She has been fully briefed and as she went through a very nasty divorce from a violent husband only recently, I think you will find her very much on my side, should you try to garner sympathy from her. She has been told to address you as “James” from now on rather than “Mr Hough” as before. She has also been told to expect some fitters from a company that I have been in contact with who will be arriving tomorrow to make certain alterations to one of the empty rooms in the basement. It will normally remain locked and you will find out why in due course.”
“As to sleeping arrangements, your clothes and personal items have been moved to one of the guest suites. In there is a communication system that I can use to summon you to what is now my bedroom anytime I so wish. As to what we might call personal functions, I will no longer tolerate seeing or touching that ridiculous appendage that you seem so proud of let alone allowing it to penetrate me. You will however carry out such sexual services that I do require and you will do so without hesitation or question. In a few minutes a lady that has been invited here by me will join you in your room and fit a device that will prevent any further displays of lust by you. You will treat her with respect and do exactly as she says. Now go to your room, it is the small one with a single bed just down the corridor from mine.”
With a sinking heart James did as he had been told. As the door bell rang and Jayne answered it there was a short rather over made up woman in nurses uniform waiting that Jayne welcomed into the house. She had met her when Jayne visited the local punishment centre when she was investigating the plans she had for her husband and she had been most helpful when Jayne needed to know about chastity devices. She had offered to fit one on a home visit and Jayne had jumped at the chance of avoiding any contact with her husband’s genitalia. She showed her the types available, the ones that punished any attempt to erect and the ones that fitted comfortably but prevented anything other than simple urination. The one that Jayne had chosen was clear plastic and recommended by the lady as one that would cause instant discomfort leading to actual pain if the subject allowed himself to erect. Having heard that he was of a larger size she had also selected one a little too tight to ensure that it did its job thoroughly.
She was taken to his room where he stood in nervous anticipation. When Jayne had left, the nurse looked at him with utter contempt as she slipped her raincoat off and left it still dripping on his bed. She then told him to get himself naked... immediately, as she donned her latex gloves.
He removed his clothes leaving them on the bed and soon stood nervously in front of her.
Unfortunately for him his penis immediately started to erect...even before Nurse Peel, as she had announced herself had unpacked the large briefcase that she carried. Looking around the room she picked up a straight backed chair, placed it in the centre of the bedroom and sat in it with the opened brief case on a small adjacent table. She then casually pulled up her tight skirt to expose her heavy stocking clad legs and motioned him to come to her. She then ordered him to place his bare legs either side of her knees and his hands on her shoulders so that his genitalia were over her lap.
Grasping his now fully erect organ in her right hand she spoke:
“Make the best of this display James as I am here to prevent and further erection until such times as your wife decides you should have one. This chastity device has two purposes: The first is to deny you or anyone else any access to your penis for any personal pleasure. The second is to prevent any erections by making the internal area too small for an erect penis and, listen carefully to this...cause you some pain should you decide to ignore that fact and allow your penis to swell, It is lined with plastic tips around the glans that will really hurt should you erect in the least. I have found that, properly and tightly fitted, males who are forced to wear this lose the ability to erect after many months of wearing it. They become so frightened by the pain of the erection that they are unable to erect even when it is removed.”
“Now let’s fit the retaining device that encircles your penis and scrotum.”
This plastic collar came in two half semi-circles and it was with some effort that the nurse made the two halves engage around the root of the penis and rear of the scrotum. It pushing the two halves together she trapped several of his pubic hairs but made no attempt to release them or apologise.
“We now have the problem of how to get rid of that disgusting erection before we can fit the penile tube. I am not a heartless woman, so I will give you a few minutes to think it away, but I warn you, if you cannot do it by thought, my methods will be somewhat unpleasant.”
James could not believe that she was serious about him losing his stiffy just by thought. He stood, legs wide looking down at the nurses ample chest whilst he gripped her by the shoulders. She retained a firm grip of his penis and even moved her hand slightly along its shaft. He desperately tried to think of non-sexual things but knew that there was no chance that he would soften in the slightest.
Which is precisely what Nurse Peel expected and had, indeed, planned for.
“Right then young man...if you insist on disobeying me...we will have to do this the hard way.”
She reached into her case and removed a tube of some sort of cream which she rubbed vigorously all over his exposed glans and shaft. It took only seconds before the burning started and instinctively he let go of her shoulders to try to stop her hands rubbing even more of the cream into the stinging skin. She stopped, looked up at him with a threatening expression and ordered him to grip her shoulders...NOW!
He had no idea of how much power this woman wielded, but obeyed out of instinct. Certainly the cream had worked and she was able to clamp the device on the now deflated penis and closed the lock in place.
As he backed away clutching his device, she stood up and turning towards the door calling his wife to tell her that he was ready. Muttering to him over her shoulder she said: “You will pay for that insolence and trying to assault me boy!”
When his wife entered the room James stood clutching his covered penis with an expression of pain on his face. Jayne casually asked the Nurse if she had had any problems in dealing with him.
“I most certainly have Mrs Hough and I can see only too well why you have decided to place him in a restrainer. He seems a little too proud of that organ of his and as to his general attitude...I fear you have an uphill task ahead in breaking his appalling lack of respect to us ladies. Had he been in one of the Correctional Centres his grabbing my hand when I was trying to fit the restrainer would have meant him being placed on report and almost certainly receiving a severe punishment with the cane for assaulting an officer.”
Jayne was mortified and struggled to offer an apology in asking the Nurse if she thought a punishment should be awarded right now so that James might appreciate the seriousness of his offence.
Nurse Peel realised that Mrs Hough’s delivery of equipment had not yet arrived and suggested that a good old fashioned beating might suffice. When a lady was reduced to a level of rage by a male she always felt that a timed beating was the most appropriate way of working off her temper and ensuring that the male would learn from his error. A brief search revealed one of Mrs Hough’s hairbrushes...an old fashioned wooden one with a heavy oval back...that the Nurse, having slapped her palm a few times with it, declared ideal.
But first, as she explained, she needed to do a couple of functional tests on the new device.
James was sent to find a plastic bucket and when he returned was told that he would need to urinate into it in the presence of Nurse Peel and his wife to ensure that his restrainer was correctly fitted. He was clearly shaken by this order and it was only the Nurse pointing out that he was in enough trouble already without making things worse that had him holding the receptable in one hand and pointing his plastic ensnared penis into it with the other. It took almost a minute to overcome his inhibitions and achieve a healthy flow through the end of the device, but once he had managed that the Nurse ordered him to stop leaving him in a state of some discomfort as he tried to hold back the stream.
Having placed the bucket to one side there next came the other test. The Nurse explained to Jayne that she would induce an erection to check that the swelling would indeed by painful and that the device would contain and restrict any enlargement. She sat in a hard chair and unbuttoned the front of her uniform to expose her white bra that covered her not inconsiderable breasts. Next she had James sit astride he lap and facing her. She then ordered him to place a hand on either breast and squeeze them. He initially appeared inhibited and reluctant but soon started to massage the firm breasts with enthusiasm...enthusiasm that started to change to an expression of concern as the device started to do its job... then an expression of outright pain. The Nurse undid the front of her bra to let the breasts become fully available to his hands. It was obvious to Jayne that his pain was steadily increasing but his primitive urges were preventing him from releasing the object of his distress.
The Nurse suddenly pushed him to his feet where he stood almost doubled up clutching his trapped penis, unable to either lose the erection or release it from the cruel constriction. It took some minutes before he was able to stand erect without pain by which time the Nurse was decently dressed and satisfied that his device was functioning correctly.
Mrs Hough then had James stand in front of them.
“I cannot believe that even you would treat a lady guest of this house in such an insolent manner James. I had intended to start your training when all my equipment had arrived but your behaviour has forced my hand. Nurse has offered to beat you and I think two minutes with the hairbrush on your buttocks will suffice. Naturally, as your wife, I will then give you another two minutes to really make you aware of how things will be from now on. Nurse, would you please start.” She picked up her husband’s Rolex from the bedside table, “I will time you with James’ wrist watch which, conveniently, has a second hand.”
James was now clearly still in discomfort from his overtight restrainer and the cream that had been applied earlier to his penis. He followed the nurse’s orders and knelt by the side of the bed from which she had just removed her raincoat and lay face down. Explaining that he had better be held in that position Nurse Peel climbed up onto the bed and sat astride the small of his back facing the target area. This caused her uniform skirt to ride up almost to her waist displaying the stocking tops and panties with the crotch pressed firmly against his lower spine...but well out of James’ line of sight. He was surprised as to how heavy she felt and how difficult it would be to escape.
She rolled up her sleeves, grasped the hairbrush and looked towards Mrs Hough who held the Rolex in her hand. Jayne counted down from five and finished with the words:
“Commence beating.”
There were at this point several options open to Nurse Peel: Should she deliver all the strokes alternately or to just one buttock? Should she concentrate on a specific spot on the buttock or spread the impacts? Should she deliver a rapid rate or slower but with more force?
James soon realised that just his right buttock was the target and a very rapid delivery would be employed. Mercifully, even though he was in no position to appreciate the kindness, the brush was brought down all over the entire area.
The intense burning sensation took his breath away. By the time Jayne had called stop at the end of the rather generous minute almost a hundred slaps had been given and his entire buttock felt as if boiling water had been poured over it.
He was allowed four minutes for the pain to peak and start to subside then the second buttock was beaten.
In the same determined way.
Jayne found herself becoming more excited than she thought possible. She could hardly wait to mount James but took the Nurses advice and waited another four minutes. Then it was her turn.
She sat down hard on his back having pulled her skirt high to keep it out of the way. She leant forward to run her hands over the vivid crimson buttocks feeling the heat rising from them. Picking up the implement she waited for the order to commence...and then let fly as fast and hard as she could. Long before the first long minute was up she could feel the muscles in her husband’s back flexing and arching as the pain got worse and almost giving her thighs a massage. When she stopped she ran her nails over the right buttock and felt James whimper and squirm his back in an effort to make her feel sympathy.
Which she most certainly did not.
The final minute came and went (actually it was almost 15 seconds more that the supposed time). She climbed off him, embarrassingly noting a sticky damp patch where her crotch panties had been in contact with his spine.
The nurse ordered him unsteadily to his feet and made him stand in the corner whilst his bottom was visually inspected.
“ A pretty nominal punishment for someone of his size Mrs Hough...but perhaps a little foretaste of what will be in store for him when you are fully up to speed.”
She soon packed her equipment and Jayne showed her to the door then returned to James bedroom.
“Just to check that you have accepted that particular lesson James, you can now display your respect for me: I will now lay on the bed and you will lick my feet with your tongue until I tell you that you may stop.”
James had half expected that he would be required to show respect to another area as this was a favourite service that his wife enjoyed. He was somewhat relieved that, given his lack of interest in feet this wouldn’t be causing him pain with a partial erection. Although things did get a little tight and uncomfortable in that area as he had to watch his wife remove her stockings as she sat on the end of the bed. She was soon laying face down with her feet hanging over the bottom of the bed and James kneeling submissively and assiduously licking the somewhat sweaty soles and between her delicate toes.
This totally licking took some ten minutes before Jayne felt satisfied. She toyed with the idea of having his sore tongue pay homage to some more interesting areas...but then decided that could come later in the week when she had all the equipment needed to ensure his total obedience. Right now she ordered him to bed where she knew he would sleep restlessly with his sore penis and throbbing backside.
She was busy at her desk the next day when she took what she later thought to be one of the more interesting ‘phone calls she had ever received. A representative from the firm that was installing the equipment in what she would later call her training and discipline room called and asked if she was free to speak.
The young girl explained that as part of the package for clients that were prepared to pay for the best, they offered a home visit by one of their Consultants who would be able to show her the various punishment implements they had for sale. They would also advise her on their use. They could also offer her a full training session with male and female training aid on which she could practice and so fully appreciate the relative benefits of each implement. The girl then went on to explain the advantages of prior practice so that she, in a manner of speaking, hit the ground running with her husband.
The cost was well within her generous budget and Jayne readily accepted with an appointment being arranged for the Saturday afternoon, when she would have the house to herself.
At precisely two pm a knock came at the door. Mrs Brady had the day off and James had been allowed to play golf so it was Jayne who answered the door. Waiting was a well dressed lady in a business suit. A little heavy around the breasts and thighs, short bobbed hair and a cheeky looking face. She greeted Jayne with a broad smile and introduced herself as Karen Toomer from the firm Tools for Discipline. She waved towards a large black van that stood in the drive and asked if it would be convenient to start unloading her samples. When Jayne agree she went over to the back of the van, unlocked the doors and out stepped a male and a female in their twenties dressed in what looked like sports gear.
They hurriedly started to carry various cases and boxes into the house passing Jayne with a differential downward lowering of the eyes. She showed them into the recently equipped training and discipline room where they carefully placed their boxes on a table. They were then joined by Miss Toomer who whispered a curt order to stand at attention as she walked by them.
Which they did.
She explained that the boxes and cases contained her demonstration implements and that when Jayne placed an order, a brand new and sealed item would be brought from the van. When Miss Toomer noticed Jayne staring quizzically at the two persons in sports kit she spoke:
“Ah yes, sorry, but I take the presence of these two demonstration subjects for granted I’m afraid. I have no idea of what their names are as we get a different pair every day. That way they get a couple of days rest before they are on the road again. As it happens you are the third customer we have visited today so they are feeling rather sorry for themselves and no doubt hoping that you won’t be needing to try my implements out on them. In fairness the last couple, a man and his wife were most particular in trying everything really thoroughly before they bought and I’m delighted to say, they bought a lot of my implements and devices to use on their new female prisoner-servant. So from where I stand a few bruises here and there are not really my concern as long as I keep my sales figures up.”
The male, a well built tall man with short dark hair kept his eyes downcast as did the female, a tall blonde with a good figure and long fair hair in a pony tail.
Jayne could not believe that she would have these two people to try any item she liked on but soon found herself, at Miss Toomer’s suggestion, casually inspecting them. The female wore a short skirt and standing behind Jayne could see parallel lines across the backs of her thighs that gave some indication of what she had been used for. When ordered to stand legs apart she could see that those lines were also on her soft inner thighs. When she ran her finger nails up and down them the girl flinched as an indication that the area was still tender.
The male displayed no such signs and when Jayne asked what he wore under his shorts she was invited to find out for herself. Apprehensively she cupped her right hand where his genitals were and soon found that he wore nothing. She felt the signs of an erection almost immediately and complained to Miss Toomer.
May I suggest Mrs Hough that to carry out a real inspection you need to have the servants in a better position, let me show you: Both of the subjects were ordered to the present position.
Jayne cupping the males genitals immediately appreciated how much more exposed he now was. She was surprised that she found handling him so exciting as she was generally repulsed by her husband’s nakedness. But this was different. Here she could squeeze and pull without any restraint knowing that he would have to accept without complaint. She was just wondering what to do next when Miss Toomer suggested that he be told to strip so that she could really see what he had to offer. He quickly removed his shorts and t shirt and went back to the present.
Jayne circled him. He had certainly been used to demonstrate some implements that day, His firm muscular buttocks were heavily bruised and bore the weal lines of the cane right down to the join between his legs and the buttocks. Starting to really enjoy her new found power she ordered him to bend and grasp his ankles. Then she slowly dragged her nails over the area hearing him gasp and feeling him flinch beneath her hands. His position exposed his anal cleft and she noted with some surprise how even that recessed area was bruised, especially around his puckered and exposed anus. She knew that her two questions: what caused the small pea sized bruises and how painful was it to be beaten there would be answered in due time.
The male found himself fuming with the cruel humiliation of having to be handled and ordered around by this woman that he had never met. No doubt she would be like the other two females that he had met earlier in the day in using him as they wished to try different paddles and canes on. Her hands moved down and cupped his hanging testicles as if to remind him of her authority to inflict pain. She slowly applied enough pressure to make him stiffen in anticipation.
“As this one appears as incapable of controlling his lust, can I assume that you will be offering some ideas or equipment that can be used in this somewhat tender area?”
Miss Toomer readily reassured her that they would be dealing with “that area” later in her sales pitch. She then invited her to inspect the female subject. With the male back at the upright present, but with his penis still sticking obscenely to the front, she moved and stood in front of the clearly nervous girl.
This would be a first for Jayne as she had yet to have sexual knowledge of someone of the same sex. She certainly had a healthy curiosity about some of her friend’s bodies, but had never taken things any further. In truth she had no idea of whether she would find any contact in any was exciting, but thought some form of examination would be worth experiencing. The girl’s views were of course totally immaterial. She would accept or do whatever Jayne wished...or suffer the consequences.
Jayne reached forward and corrected the girl’s position slightly by lifting her chin a shade and pushing her elbows further back. The latter left her covered breasts looking, and feeling, even more vulnerable. To emphasise this Jayne ran the back of her knuckles up and down over the nipple areas and soon had the nubs visible under the material to the evident shame of the girl in her eyes forward position.
“Do you keep them shaved?” Jayne enquired casually.
“As you will see in a moment Mrs Hough, in this case she is shaved apart from the crotch. We do keep some of them in the stable fully shaved even there. I can have her changed for one of those from the stable that is shaved if you prefer.”
Jayne declined the offer, stood back from the girl, and told her to remove her T shirt.
She then resumed the present and stood there displaying a supporting brassiere. Her breast were slightly above average in size with thin red lines visible across the upper surface. This time Jayne did ask what had caused them.
Miss Toomer explained that the husband of her previous customer had raised the subject of the punishment levels in female correctional centres. He had heard that breast punishments were the norm and felt that their new female prisoner/servant should not go unpunished should she commit what the prison system would determine to be a breast offence. Miss Toomer knew that strictly speaking such punishments were not approved for females in community service...but on the other hand...the approved breast canes were expensive and carried a high level of commission for her. She therefore agreed to show the couple the breast cane and allow them a few strokes in the hope that they would buy one for their servant. Naturally, the pain and humiliation that this would cause the female let alone their servant, was not of any concern to her.
She then snapped the order to remove the bra which the girls rapidly did. Her breasts were pointed with unusually large areola and long nipples. Both were red and swollen where at least one demonstration stroke had been laid across them and Jayne could see, by lifting both breasts by those nipples, during which the girl sobbed in pain, that the underside had also received strokes. She was curious as to how uncomfortable the girl had found the caning in that area.
“How painful was this application girl?” she enquired.
“Please Ma’am it hurt a lot. My breasts are always sensitive and I am due to start soon so that made them more so. I had difficulty in remaining presented for the strokes and it took the Gentleman several attempts to land a stroke exactly across the tips.”
Jayne grasped both breasts tightly in her hands and watches as the girl visibly flinched. “Still sensitive are they? You will have to hope that I don’t want to test the breast cane myself won’t you girl?”
With her lips tightly clenched the girl nodded her agreement.
“Get those shorts off” came her next order from Miss Toomer.
Now she stood with just a small pair of white panties. Jayne, standing behind, snatched them down to her thighs until, with the thighs parted, they could not be lowered further. Her buttocks and the backs of her thighs were even more bruised and marked than the males. When she bent to grasp her ankles the small pea shaped bruises were visible inside her inner cleft as well. There were several areas where it seemed that small clumps of dark pubic hair had been pulled out by the roots that also intrigued Jayne. But from the way Miss Toomer was laying out her wares on a table, the time had come to try some samples.
The first one on offer was a small leather paddle that was described as being ideal when smacking buttocks to prevent any discomfort to the spankers hand. Jayne tried this for three slaps across the bent girls left buttock cheek...with some force...just to let her know that there would be no leniency to be expected from her.
They progressed through a range of paddles made from various materials with the female and the male being used alternately by being made to bend over a heavy stool. Jayne restricted herself to just three whacks with each implement, however, the very number to be tried out soon resulted in both pairs of buttocks becoming changed into a deep red colour and their owners looking increasingly distressed as their turn came around each time.
Having put Jayne’s selection into her lap top Miss Toomer moved on to the range of straps she had for sale. She explained how these ranged from a lightweight tawse for hand strappings to some real brutes that would not be unsuitable for the most severe punishments. She told Jayne that she would have to restrict her to just one trial stroke of each implement as there were many more items to try and the two subjects were already marked somewhat.
She did however make an exception for the hand tawse in suggesting three to each hand.
The advantage of this form of punishment was that the recipient was obliged to watch and could see the strap falling. Remaining with hand outstretched knowing the pain that was to come was an excellent discipline.
Jayne thought for a moment and then indicated the male to step forward. Then, watching the look of relief on the females face dissolve, ordered her to stand next to him facing each other. He was told to hold out his right hand and the female her left. Both hands were at right angles to Jayne.
She raised the strap over her shoulder and brought it down with a resounding crack across his palm. Then gave a similar stroke to the female. She waited for around a minute knowing that the pain would be increasing every second and making it increasingly difficult to keep the hand in the position that it would receive more pain.
Which they both did, having to watch the strap descend to their throbbing palms without daring to move their hands to safety.
The third stroke had the girl with visible tears forming. Jayne kept them there for a good two minutes with them both desperately hoping that their hand punishment was over but dreading that it wasn’t. As she turned away to place the strap in her wanted area, both victims visibly relaxed.
“You may well imagine,” spoke Miss Toomer, “The effect that say a dozen on each hand will have. I recommend it for any cases of clumsiness with their hands or when you want to sensitize the hands or fingers before giving them some task as intimate body washing. It will certainly make them gentle with their touch”.
There were six straps of various width, length and thickness and each of the two subjects had to take three of them across their already seared nates. It took a superhuman effort to remain in place as the customer and the sales lady discussed the relative punishing power and effects of each with the implement being laid on the buttocks prior to being raised for the stroke. The female was nearly at her limit by the time the final strap was brought lashing down and it left her sobbing with the pain and humiliation after it fell.
Again, Jayne made her selection and the sales pitch moved on to the collection of rods. These it was explained fell into two types, there were the old fashioned but still effective wooden type and the new acrylic versions. In view of the somewhat sensitive state of the demonstration backsides Miss Toomer said that they would better be secured over the new black leather horse and the girl was soon strapped down. She then solicitously enquired whether the room was soundproofed as the subjects may well give the odd yelp.
As she was bound to squeal a little a gag would be appropriate. She produced a leather wedge with straps that fastened behind the head forcing the soft leather into the mouth.
Jayne elected to use the acrylics on the girl first making sure that each was swished several times and stroked across the waiting nates to ensure she was kept on edge.
The three stokes were delivered harshly and with little time between each. Jayne achieved less of a wrap round but the female was past caring and dribbling around the new leather tasting gag.
The male was next and Jayne, using the leather buckles soon had him immobile with his backside thrust up and legs indecently apart displaying his genitals. He was not allowed the comfort of a gag. It was her first experience with the traditional cane and she found herself enjoying the event with more pleasure than she would have originally thought possible. Inflicting pain on someone who had no ability to complain or resist was a most pleasurable feeling she thought.
Her male victim would not have agreed. It was true that he had become hardened whilst in the system, but he had never had such a hard day as this in being used over and over again to test these whip like implements. He braced himself against the leather as the first whippy cane slashed down. There was then a long pause as Jayne flexed and swished the next heavier rod. This, when it hit him was a real bitch made worse by catching him on the sorest area at the top of his thighs.
In comparison the third cane, described by Miss Toomer as a “Judicial Quality” was even worse. Even the inexperienced Mrs Hough had been heard to comment on its thickness and lack of flexibility with Miss Toomer stating that this was one for special thrashings where you really needed to get a message home. It was a “thudder” in style and left deep seated bruising.
It descended with a whooshing sound across the broadest part of the target. Jayne put all her force behind it then, after it landed, stood back as the male tried to get his breath back and bucked against his bonds. It raised a thick weal in seconds and from the gasps and grunts from the male...it was decidedly effective in inflicting pain.
The atmosphere in the room then relaxed somewhat, at least it did for the two ladies. Miss Toomer produced a selection of what she called “toys” and handed each to Jayne to peruse. There were two loops attached to handles, the first a loop of thin bamboo and the second of flexible, but shaped plastic. The came a series of clamps that would grip any part of the body but were intended for the more sensitive areas. Both subjects found themselves at the present with a different clamp on each of the four available nipples.
Jayne’s earlier puzzlement about the cause of the small bruises in the anal clefts was resolved when Miss Toomer produced what she called an anal whip. A short wooden handle had a one foot length of leather cord a quarter of an inch in diameter at the end of which was a knot.
“This really tests your aim,” she said smiling. It’s used on the anal cleft and you aim at the centre of the anus for maximum effect. As you could see from these two subjects the user often misses but when you are on target to results are most rewarding. Naturally, a miss is also, I understand, uncomfortable. Would you like to try it?”
Jayne soon had the girl bent over, legs wide and with her hands behind her pulling the bruised cheeks apart. She allowed herself five shots at the target a pink puckered rose bud that was visibly contracting and dilating in fear and anticipation. It was harder than it looked and three times the knot hit the soft tender inside of the cleft and the girl flinched with a short yelp of pain. The fourth time it hit dead centre and the girl yelped even louder releasing her cheeks in protection. Ordered by Miss Toomer to re-present she received the second dead on target. As she stood, with buttocks now clenched, the look on her face demonstrated the effectiveness of the anal whip on such a sensitive area.
Finally, in answer to Jaynes earlier question Miss Toomer showed her what looked like a fly swat but with a thin leather tab at the business end. The male subject looked somewhat concerned as she explained that it was ideal for laying across the scrotum. She ordered him to bend over with legs wide then showed Jayne how to squat behind him, raise the 4 inch square of leather...and bring it slapping down on the dangling bulbs.
The reaction was immediate. He gasped and his whole body lurched...but remained in position. “If you want to give more than a couple of slaps I advise that you have him strapped down on the flogging bench so that you can really lay into his balls without giving him the opportunity of moving around. It won’t damage anything...but it certainly seems to hurt and frighten them.” She added with a grin.
In no time Mrs Hough had presented Miss Toomer with a substantial order that the two subjects were told to collect from the van once they had dressed themselves. Unfortunately the gag that the girls had used proved to be the only one. Rather than have Miss Toomer go to the trouble of sending another, Jayne happily accepted the still wet used one muttering that this wouldn’t be the only well used item that her husband would have to get used to.
Jayne was in no rush to start her husband’s new life and kept him waiting for several nervous days. During this time he had been denied access to the newly equipped room but guessed that it would be a place of some discomfort for him. Trying to forestall his first visit he tried to demonstrate his new found servility to his wife at every occasion in the desperate hope that he would be able to retain his life style without the need for any further punishment. Unfortunately the chances of his wife changing her plans were less than zero. Eventually the day came:
He was called into her office late Friday afternoon and told that he would be receiving his first training session that very night. There would be no conversation during their evening meal and after he had cleared away he was to go to his room, shower thoroughly and put on a pair of his wife’s knickers that she would leave on his bed. Then and wait until he hear a bell summoning him down to the basement.
His appetite had largely vanished by the time he joined his now silent and serious wife for their evening meal. He did as he had been ordered, anxious not to make things worse for himself and was soon sitting showered and ready. The second he heard the bell he hurried down to the basement to find Jayne waiting outside the door to what she would later call the punishment room. She told him to enter.
The room was without windows and exceedingly well lit. The floor covering was in light gray vinyl tiles and the walls and ceiling a clinical white. There were various items of furniture that he was starting to take in before he was told to stand on top of a white cross in the middle of the room facing a comfortable leather office chair in which Jayne moved to sit.
“When you enter this room James, that is where you will stand, at attention, awaiting my orders. As you will only be sent to this room to receive punishment. I would strongly suggest that you do not, in any way, irritate me or fail to follow my orders exactly. Otherwise you may well finish up with considerably more punishment than you were originally scheduled to receive. Remove my knickers and stand closer to me.
He placed the item on a nearby bench and moved forward. Jayne reached out and grasped his plastic restrainer to examine it in detail asking how he had found it.”
He just remembered how he should address his wife in the nick of time:
“It’s very uncomfortable Madam and rather itchy as I can’t clean myself properly. It also gets very painful when I start to have an erection. Would it be possible to remove it for a while?”
Jayne smiled coldly. “No chance!” “I fitted it so that it would be uncomfortable to remind you constantly of your new lowly position in this house and as for being painful...that is entirely up to you to control your basic urges. Let me demonstrate: Kneel on the floor in front of me with your knees apart and hands behind your head.”
She was dressed in a short skirt with bare legs and trainers on her feet. A thin vest covered her upper body with this shoulder straps and a deeply dipping front that exposed the tops of her breasts. From the way those breasts moved independently it was obvious that she had left her supportive bra in the bedroom. Slowly she placed her feet well apart so that the kneeling male could not avoid seeing her bikini style panties, then leant forward greatly improving the view of her breasts.
“Take a look at what you won’t be allowed to touch from now on...unless I give you specific permission. Everything will be on my terms and any frustrations you experience will just have to be endured...and from the look on your face your useless penis is causing you some discomfort right now. Am I correct James?”
“P.p.please Madam, I can’t stop it trying to get bigger and the spikes are digging in to me. It really hurts.”
“That is something you will have to learn to endure until such times as you learn not to have an erection with that device in place. I could distract your mind like this...”
She reached for his nipples with the fingers of each hand and squeezed them both with some force for several seconds.
“But on second thoughts”...she released them “I would much prefer to see you squirm because of your lack of control. If you think this is bad, imagine how you will feel when you have been celibate for several months and I have you carrying out some intimate service on me. I would imagine that you will really suffer then.”
She stood up and walked over to a rack on which she had hung all of her new toys. “Don’t bother looking round right now, you will be spending a fair part of your free time in this room as I gradually train you into how I wish you to behave. For now, I am prepared to overlook your many errors over the past few days and will simply start you off with what will be your routine discipline that you will undergo once every week. Naturally, any errors that you have committed will need to be addressed after that routine discipline...but we needn’t worry your head about that right now. Get yourself on top of that low bench.”
James found himself kneeling on all fours on a low black leather covered bench about three feet wide. He was told that this is where he would receive any minor punishments that didn’t require him to be secured. He was to keep his legs slightly apart with his head well down and back curved to thrust his buttocks as high as possible. The smell of new leather filled his senses.
Jayne took a leather paddle from the rack and held it in front of his face. It was four inches wide and six long and about a quarter of an inch thick. It would hurt, but not excessively so and would set an example of how things would be from now on. She told him that he would take 20 strokes, then added smilingly, on each buttock cheek. He was not to move unduly or try to protect himself with his hands even though it would hurt somewhat.
And it did. More than his only previous experience with the hairbrush. Long before the final stroke his buttocks felt on fire, but still his wife relentlessly brought the paddle down over and over again until the full allocation of 40 strokes had been laid on.
He was told to return to the position standing at the present, in front of his wife’s chair with his backside burning from the assault . She took two items off the rack and stood in front of him.
“Another form of discipline that you will have to get used to is penance. I will subject you to some uncomfortable experience that you will have to accept without complaint. Tonight it will be your nipples.”
She carefully opened the jaws on a nipple clamp and applied it to his right nipple then repeated the procedure on his left. It hurt , especially with the way he was obliged to keep his elbows back that stretched the skin on his chest.
“You will remain in position until I tell you to move. In exactly twenty minutes time I will removed the clamps and at that point, it will hurt a lot more than it does at the moment as the blood is allowed to return to your nipples. In the meantime you have permission to look at my body.”
She returned to her sprawling position in the chair where he could see the outlines of both breasts and the stubby nipple protrusions. Then she raised the short skirt and opened her legs to display the crotch of her tight white panties. Despite the pain from his buttocks and chest he could feel his penis starting to react and soon felt the effects of the spikes in the restrainer start to add to his pains. He could not believe how quickly his ambition to remain with his lifestyle had reduced him to the virtual status of a slave, but he reasoned that this was a passing interest on his wife’s part and if he rode it out, everything would soon return to normal. From the deliberate way his wife stroked her vulva through the crotch of her panties and the way the dampness was soon visible a more experienced male would have realised that this was no passing fancy.
Weeks turned into months with an ever increasing severity by his wife. It was true that she was genuinely reluctant to inflict serious punishments with the cane, but from time to time she did deem it necessary and when that time came he certainly felt it to his very core. She seemed to find ever more degrading ways of causing him to give her sexual pleasures that he would have found repulsive in his days as a free man but to avoid the more severe visits to the room, he had no choice. His enforced celibacy was becoming more and more of a problem to him and he eventually was forced to beg for some release from the cruel device, if only to clean his permanently sore member. It took two days of thought before Jayne gave him her decision. With him on his knees after the evening meal she informed him that she had decided to allow him a cleaning and release session once a month. He would return home at lunchtime on the date she ordered and report to Mrs Brady who had offered to carry out what they had both agreed would be a disgusting job. Jayne hardly needed to remind him that Mrs Daly would have complete control over him and that she had been specifically briefed to make the experience as unpleasant as possible.
Two days later he was summoned into his wife’s work office and took up the usual position of attention in front of her desk.
“Today you will drive home and present yourself to Mrs Brady who will deal with you as I mentioned. Just remember to be polite and courteous to her as she is doing this as a personal favour to me given that she has better and more pleasant things to do with her time, such as cleaning the toilets. I expect you back here to report on what happened at precisely 2pm.”
James managed to sneak away a little early and was soon parked outside the house. He nervously let himself in, half looking forward to the relief he so badly needed but worried just how unpleasant the cleaning lady would make it. He went through to the kitchen and found Mrs Brady seated at the table drinking coffee. She was dressed in a blue dress that reached her neck over which she wore a plain white apron. Her face looked freshly scrubbed and the greying hair recently pulled tightly back into a bun. There was no trace of a smile on the face and she remained seated looking inquisitively at him.
“Well, James, and why are you here at this time of the day?” she asked.
James was confused, Surely she knew. He then realised that she was going to drag this thing out to make it even more humiliating for him by making him explain. Having no choice and wishing to get things over as quickly as possible he stood at attention and spoke:
“My wife has told me to report here to you Mrs Brady for cleaning and ...relief. I understand that she has spoken to you about it.”
“The things I have to do to keep this job!” she sniffed. “I might as well tell you James that I took some convincing and believe me I won’t be going out of my way to make this in any way enjoyable. You will be entirely under my control and you will do whatever I tell you. Not only that but I will be doing everything I can to get you to beg your wife not to have me do this on a regular basis. Do you understand?”
James agreed that he did, having no choice in the matter. For her part, Mrs Brady was more than a little amused at the chances of having this arrogant young male in her grasp and hadn’t taken much persuasion by Mrs Hough. She had always wanted to get her own back on males after her miserable marriage...and this could be her chance. She knew that the one way to guarantee that she would be doing this on a regular basis was to make it so awful that he would complain to his wife and beg to be let off another session.
With the order to follow her she walked through to the old part of the house where the original kitchen had been. The room was bare with high windows and just a large scrubbed wooden table in the middle. Numerous old fashioned kitchen utensils and saucepans lined the wall. On one of the side tables stood an angle poise lamp ready to give added illumination should it be required. Ominously, a large tray covered with a cloth lay on the table.
“Right James, lets get this over with. Strip off all your clothes and put them...neatly...on that chair.” He did as she ordered and soon stood naked in front of her in the rather chilly room. She looked down at his crotch and, reaching forward gripped the plastic covered penis.
“So this is the source of your problems is it? I won’t ask why it became necessary to confine you in this way but rest assured, any semblance of a sexual presumption on your part will be instantly reported for your wife to deal with. From the marks on your backside I see that she has dealt with you recently. What was that for?”
Blushing with embarrassment James told her that he had received a routine beating followed by six with the light cane two nights earlier. The cane was for failing to reply to a business email promptly that his wife had sent him at work. Letting go of the restrainer she put her hand in a pocket and retrieved a small key. This she put in the lock and having turned it removed the penis covers and then the circular base that had been around his scrotum.
The feeling of freedom was immediate and James could not help sighing with relief and stretching himself. Mrs Brady carefully inspected the device and then reached forward again and grasped the penis as it started to erect for the first time for some weeks without causing itself pain. She led him towards the angle poise lamp and switched it on. His foreskin had been retracted by the fit of the restrainer and he could feel the heat as his sore and reddened member was illuminated.
Mrs Brady soon admitted that it certainly needed cleaning and James expected that she would allow him to shower. Instead she went to the cloth covered tray and returned with a toothbrush. “I anticipated that I would need to do some housework on your penis James so I begged one of your wife’s discarded toothbrushes and some of her minty toothpaste. Between them they should do the trick. Oh...and don’t blame me but she does prefer the toothbrushes with the harder bristles!”
She carefully squeezed a generous amount of green paste on the brush and then proceeded to scrub and scrape around the underside of the glans snapping at him to keep still as if her were a twelve year old. Then, having loaded more of the astringent paste, scrubbed the glans itself paying particular attention to the opening at the tip. Despite this pain, when she eventually stopped her cleaning, he was still embarrassingly erect. Placing the toothbrush back on the tray she proceeded to examine him in detail by gripping his testes, one in each set of fingers. James flinched and squirmed at this invasion of his body by the woman.
“Feeling a bit full are they? ... even more sensitive than they would normally be? Well, James, we will have to see if we can empty them. I want you up on this table with your feet hanging over the edge, on all fours and with your forehead pressing the table, knees wide apart and backside up in the air.”
James positioned himself feeling more humiliated than at any other time in his life. Mrs Brady drew up a chair and sat between his feet and reached up with a tissue to rub it up and down his parted anal cleft.
“As the person who has the disgusting job of washing your underwear I am not in the least surprised to see that you seem to be extremely careless with your personal hygiene. I have an idea that I can change your attitude to that task and will be discussing the problem with your wife. In the meantime, a little energetic scrubbing on m part should overcome your carelessness.”
Once again the hard bristle brush was covered in paste but this time she vigorously used it to scrub the cleft from top to where it reached his dangling scrotum. Extra toothpaste was added when she reached his anus and the scrubbing became even more intense to the point that the bristles penetrated the centre leaving the sphincter stinging and sore.
Eventually she finished and sat back in the chair. “Now James, comes the bit where I empty your tubes. I have had some experience of a similar nature in that I was brought up on a dairy farm and learned to hand milk the cows. I don’t intend to treat you with any greater respect than I did those lumbering beasts. I realise that you may derive a little pleasure from this, but if I have any moving around or reluctance to follow my orders, this is what you will get:”
She reached forward and slapped the back of his scrotum with her finger tips.
James, caught completely unawares nearly leapt off the table but was soon back where Mrs Brady wanted him under penalty of another such slap. She then stood and took down a tarnished copper saucepan from one of the racks placing it under his hanging genitals. She then covered her right hand in some sort of grease from the tray, reached between his spread legs, grasped his penis from behind pulling it backwards to the vertical and, aiming it at the saucepan, started a firm and insistent up and down motion.
It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. His testes still ached from the warning slap, his anal region stung from the scrubbing and toothpaste and his penis was still burning from the same treatment, but with the insistent movement of Mrs Brady’s large hard hand, he did feel the stirrings of what had been denied for so long. When she changed to a more rapid pace with her slippery grip it was soon over as the surge of relief came and went all too quickly. Her positioning of the saucepan was accurate and she slowly squeezed and pulled until he was fully spent into the receptacle.
He was soon ordered off the table to briefly wash himself in the cold water of the butlers sink and then, clothes back on, was on his way back to work. Though he did not appreciate it at the time, Mrs Brady was already making plans to see a lot more of him and it would be something for him to look forward to with dread rather than pleasurable anticipation.
That night Mrs Brady spoke to Jayne at length. She explained how she had done as Jayne requested but felt that she should be given more authority over the husband before he came for another session. It was soon agreed that Mrs Brady should be allowed to use one of the displayed wooden spoons that were in the room to discipline James whenever, in Mrs Brady’s opinion, it would benefit him. She then went on to suggest some ways in which he could be made a little more aware of his new status.
It was checking his underwear and remembering that it had been her job to wash them that gave her the idea. Instead of her being responsible for the intimate laundry in the house James could be required to hand wash both his wife’s and Mrs Brady’s intimate items in the sink in the room where he had been milked. Additionally she had in mind several other tasks that could be carried out there in the evenings such as the thorough cleaning and polishing of their boots and shoes. Naturally he would need to be naked when working and Mrs Brady on hand to check on his progress and pick up on any little errors. There were also what had been the servants’ toilets that needed cleaning. True, they were only used by the lady joggers who were allowed to run in the grounds of the house, but there was no reason why they shouldn’t be as pristine as the rest of the house.
It was soon agreed that his first session under Mrs Brady would be the following night. He found that he was no longer allowed to eat in the same room as his wife but had to take his meal and eat in the kitchen. He was then summoned to stand in front of his wife as she told him about the new arrangement that had been made and that it would start that night. She was going out that night to what she called a social engagement so he was to go straight to Mrs Brady’s rooms and report for an evening of work under her guidance.
He soon found himself shown to the old kitchen where Mrs Brady took a seat in one of the old wooden servants’ chairs and motioned for him to stand in front of her.
“As you have been told James, you will be under my control when you are sent to work in this part of the house. I expect your total obedience to any instruction I give you otherwise...you will find that I have some considerable authority over you. Tonight you will be busy carrying out some personal washing for your wife and me. To make sure that you have the right frame of mind, you will carry out all these household duties stripped down to your restrainer. Place your clothes on the chair next to you.”
Knowing that his wife was out, James could think of no way round his present situation other than to do as this lady ordered. He soon stood, naked, at the attention with the device embarrassingly hanging down between his legs. He was then told to go to Mrs Brady’s bedroom, search through her laundry basket and bring all the knickers, the brassieres, stockings and suspender belts down to be washed.
When he reached the small impersonal room her found the basket in her adjacent bathroom. It was jammed pack with items and he correctly surmised that she had planned this situation for some time and had deliberately avoided doing any washing herself for some time. He had to empty the basket on to the tiled floor then sort the items into two piles, one to take away for washing and the other to leave. Her panties were hardly of a sexy nature but rather of the fuller heavier type that would be more suitable for a female engaged in heavy manual work. Each of the six pairs appeared to have been worn for some time and a certain smell of dried sweat and other secretions permeated the material. He then found the bras of the heavy rigid support type and a dozen thick woollen stockings with just one substantial suspender belt that had been used to hold them up her legs.
He carefully replaced the other items in the basket and then took the items to be washed downstairs to the waiting housekeeper. He placed them next to the large sink where he also found a packet of washing powder that had been placed for his use. With Mrs Brady looking on he opened the tap and filled the lower half of the sink with hot water into which he mixed some powder...and started his humiliating task.
It was the panties that caused him most concern on account of the reinforced gussets and the accumulation of stains in the area. It took some time rubbing each pair between his fingers and vigorous scrubbing with an old scrubbing brush until they appeared clean. Having rinsed all the articles he hung them to dry on the overhead drying rack and awaited his next order.
He was taken to the very rear of the building an into an old fashioned Victorian toilet block. There were six wash sinks and three toilets in cubicles, all with ornate wrought iron decorations and brass fittings. The toilets themselves with their wooden seats looked as if they hadn’t been cleaned since before the turn of the century, and the 20th century at that.
Mrs Brady told him that it would be his job to bring these toilets up to a high standard over the next two weeks. He would have to spend much of his free time cleaning and polishing, stating with the white tiled walls and then starting on the seats and bowls. She would inspect his work every night and wanted to see a daily improvement...or else. All this cleaning work was to take second place to any other jobs that he might be given. It was, in a way, a task to fill in any free time he had in the house.
He was then taken back into the kitchen and told to collect his wife’s underwear for washing. He entered her room with some nervousness even though she was out. and emptied her wash basket. What a contrast with Mrs Brady’s. The underwear was designer quality and style. All the panties were thong or near thong type with the bra’s lightweight and made from thinner materials. Her stockings were all self supporting with no need for suspension devices. Having collected them together he returned to the kitchen, filled the bottom of the sink with soapy water and started to wash them.
It took a much shorter time even though some panties showed signs of staining and they soon joined the others items on the drying rack. Just then Mrs Brady returned clutching a pair of her own that she must have removed from the drying line.
“James! when I said I wanted this laundry cleaning I meant exactly that. I did not mean that you were to do a thoroughly slipshod and careless job of cleaning my underwear.” She folded the article so that the inside of the crotch was fully displayed. It was still stained. James could not understand how that could have happened given the effort he had put into the washing and the checks he made before hanging them up to dry.
“You may not be aware but your wife has given me powers of punishment over you and your lack of attention and effort leaves me with no options other than to exercise them this evening. I will now inflict some discomfort that will make you a little more attentive to my instructions in the future. I don’t enjoy doing this sort of thing, but given the stupidity of your behaviour I intend to make it painful. Bring that small stool over here to me.”
James was totally mystified and well he might be. It had taken Mrs Brady some minutes to retrieve her perfectly well washed panties from the line, mark them suitably and have them ready to show him as “evidence”. An opportunity to hurt someone like James doesn’t come around too often...and she was determined to make the most of it.
She soon had the near naked male standing on one foot next to the stool with his other foot planted on the top with his leg well out to one side. The inside of his thigh was parallel with the floor and totally exposed.
“Your wife seems to prefer beating you on the buttocks so I will leave those unmarked for her use.” She brought her hands from behind her back. In the right there was an old wooden spoon that she had taken down from the rack. “I think that this will get my point across to you. Shall we say a dozen whacks James?....on each thigh? Before I start I think I will show you what hard scrubbing really is.”
She picked up the old wooden scrubbing brush that was still wet from his its use on the panties. Standing behind him she reached over his extended leg and started to rub the wet stiff bristles up and down his soft exposed flesh. It wasn’t long before the whole area was reddened and sore but still she continued with her harsh scrubbing. Finally, she put the brush down and, having poured some type of medicated cleaner on to a small towel, she rubbed the area until it was stinging even more and now had a shiny wet surface.
She then moved to stand in front of him, picked up the spoon, raised her well muscled arm so that the spoon rested on her right shoulder...and brought it down on to the red thigh with a loud “slop”.
The pain was instantaneous and sharp. The way in which an innocent domestic item such as that could be used to hurt him shocked as much as stung. It took some willpower to remain in position especially when she was working on his upper thigh near his scrotum, but he managed to accept the twelve strokes.
The whole humiliation process was then repeated for his other thigh.
Mrs Brady then told him that he could continue working in the toilet area until 10pm after which he was to report to his wife in her bedroom and if she still hadn’t returned, to wait for her outside that door. She then left.
He started on one of the tiled walls in the ladies toilet. By standing on a low box he was able to wash and then dry the old Victorian tiles to a good standard or what he hoped Mrs Brady would consider a good standard. He took care to stand with his legs wide as any contact between his thighs proved to be a sharp reminder of her authority. Looking at his watch he realised that it was time to report and went back into the main house and up to her bedroom.
There was no reply to his knock so, as instructed, he waited at attention. Eventually he heard his wife return and after spending time downstairs she appeared in the corridor looking strangely flushed. Her eyes immediately locked on to his thighs and she was soon demanding to know what had happened.
There was no sympathy and no concern. Rather she was irritated that he had been unable to satisfy Mrs Brady’s standards and annoyed that she had needed to punish him. She made him stand with his legs wide as she ran her nails up and down the scratched and beaten area watching his facial reactions to the additional pain.
“Remind me to add ten with the strap when you get your next routine beating James. And if there is the slightest mark with my underwear when you finally finish ironing them...I will make that twenty. All I can say is that your failure tonight has shown me how I will be unable to fully discipline you without some professional assistance. You should know that I am sending you to be assessed by a lady who specialises in advising owners of males like you. You will be sent there next Saturday so I would advise you to put some real thought into improving your attitude and obedience before that date. I’m afraid I have to give the lady total authority to inflict whatever she wishes on you so just how difficult and unpleasant your visit will be will be entirely up to you.
Get back to your room!
To be continued.
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