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CHAPTER 6
“One, Thank you, Mistress Joanna, May I please have four more?” I wailed as the crop coming down squarely for the second shot. The stinging shot through my entire abdomen as I begged for the next one. And then the next one.
“Thank you, Mistress Joanna, may I please have one more?” I asked, the tears flowing like a fountain as I anticipated the last one. But she whiffed the crop through the air and I felt the wind of it passing close to my cunt lips. I didn’t know if I should beg for the stroke again, and I had opened my mouth to speak when she brought the crop down harder than ever, the tip striking my clit and driving the shaft of the crop right between the labia. I started to roll and curl up but Miss Josie had me held too tight. I groaned for a second and managed to get my wits together.
“Thank you, Mistress Joanna, for chastising me in my ignorance,” I said with genuine gratification through my very genuine tears.
“I hope we can keep you on track,” she said, rubbing her crop across my cheek and catching my tears with the tip of it. “Because we have these matters of lust and sin to deal with as well, don’t we?”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, we are all sinners, aren’t we, Mistress?”
“Yes, but your base lust and desire must be dealt with as part of your obedience training. Some think it must be beaten out. But I don’t agree, and my success in training so many of our sisters bears that out. Yes, I wield a firm hand, but my approach is that your sin and lust and desire will be drawn out of you like the poisons they are, as we draw you into total obedience through careful humility training, peeling away the layers of false pride, willfulness, lust, worry and fear, and yes, sin.” She turned and walked to a row of pegs on the wall and came back with a leather dog collar and chain leash. “Up, bitch,” she motioned and Miss Josie released my ankles and stepped back.
I struggled up to a kneeling position, knowing that I should accept the collar, so I bent my head down and pulled my hair over it to bare my neck for the collar.
“Good little bitch isn’t she?” Miss Josie said.
“We will have to see about that, won’t we?” Mistress Joanna answered.
“Take her clothes and shoes and park her car behind the stables. I will show her the location on the tour.”
“Yes, Madame,” Josie said as she picked up my clothes and left the garage by the side door. Mistress Joanna pulled at my leash and I rose to my feet.
“Follow me, slut, and I will show you around so that you can get familiar with our training facility here.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said as she jerked on the leash and we stepped out the side door. The property was set on the crest of a sloping hill. Just in front of us was a huge stone terrace with a swimming pool fed by a waterfall from a stone outcrop, with a large pool house to the side. Beyond that I could see a double tennis court. To the right and curving down the slope was a gravel path and I could see the rooftop of what looked like a barn at the bottom of the hill.
Mistress Joanna led me out to the pool terrace and around the side of the pool house. She punched a code into a keypad and a small garage door opened to reveal a sleek golf cart modified to mimic a ’57 T-Bird. She slipped my leash onto a hook by the door as she entered.
“Stay, slut,” she said and she went to the golf cart, started it and backed out, grabbing my leash as she passed me standing at attention by the door. She turned the cart around and snapped the leash onto a ring beside her seat.
“Stay with me, and I will give you the tour,” she said, pulling away, as I ran to keep up, running alongside with the cart.
We passed the tennis courts and turned left along a wide expanse of trees that arched over a lane so that the treetops almost touched each other in a closed archway. I puffed and panted as Mistress Joanna sped up and I could feel sweat all over me as I ran beside her. We came up to a flat grassy area enclosed by chain link fence, above a low building that I took to be a kennel when I heard dogs barking and howling as they heard the quiet purr of Mistress Joanna’s cart approaching.
“Oh, my darlings know I am coming to see them,” Joanna cooed as we came near the fenced area. “In just a few, sweet babies!” she called as she turned the cart sharply to the left and we approached a wide gate. Mistress Joanna touched a button on the cart and the gate moved open on a sliding track. That was when I saw the “auntie,” as I was about to discover.
Halfway back in the fenced dog run, a naked woman was crouching with her head near the grass. Mistress Joanna blew a whistle in two sharp bursts and the woman slowly rose up and began to trot toward us. She seemed to be in her early to mid 60’s with wide hips and large pendulous breasts. She had a wide collar around her neck and a small red bucket hung from it, dangling between her tits. In one hand she carried a small shovel, like kids use at the beach to make sand castles. The woman had a small paunchy belly that jiggled as she ran, her tits flopping and her thighs jiggling as well. But she seemed in pretty good shape for her age. As she approached, I could see reddish welts crisscrossing her thighs and belly. Mistress Joanna blew the whistle again and the woman stopped about ten feet from us.
“Collecting Position, NOW!” Mistress Joanna snapped. The woman dropped to her knees with her ass up in the air and the bucket set beside her with her nose resting on the edge of the bucket. The heavy odor of dog poop was obvious.
“Show us some of your handiwork,” Mistress Joana sneered, laughing.
“This thing here is Auntie Irene,” Joanna said, “and she is spending two days here in my kennels and dog run, currently doing puppy poop patrol, aren’t you, Auntie? Now show us some.”
“Yes, Ma’am, Honored Sister,” the woman said as she scooped some dog crap out of her bucket, holding it at the edge of the bucket while she quietly rubbed her nose in it, then held the shovel out for Joanna to inspect.
“And how many buckets have you gathered today?” Joanna asked.
“This is the fourth bucket today, Honored Sister, and I am grateful for the chance to serve you in this way.”
“Not bad, not too bad,” Joanna sat back in her seat. “Tell my trainee slut Meredith her why you are doing this, Auntie.”
“I am a fifteenth year full member of the Sisterhood of our Church, but I was carelessly tardy in appearing for my annual discipline before the Supreme Council last month,” she said, staring at the bucket where her nose still rested.
“My alarm malfunctioned and I was thirty-six minutes late for my appointment, so I am serving 36 hours of punishment as my Honored Sister and niece Joanna may see fit.
“Yes, Irene really is my auntie,” Joanna grinned, but we call all the older women ‘auntie,’ when they need to be chastised or otherwise disciplined or punished. “So now what shall we do with your four buckets of dog shit, auntie?”
”I was hoping to be allowed to dig a hole and bury the contents before cleaning the buckets for my repeat tasks tomorrow, Honored Sister,” Irene answered. Her hand was beginning to shake from extending the shovel loaded with dog turds.
“No need for you to dig, dear Auntie,” Joanna said, “I have told a stable girl to take care of that. Two feet square by two feet deep, and I will have them dump the buckets into the hole.”
“Thank you for your consideration, Honored Sister,” the woman said, her voice cracking a bit. “May I please have permission to replace the shovel?”
“Hmmm, oh I don’t know,” Mistress Joanna mused. “Why don’t you empty it into your hair instead?” she laughed.
“As you wish, Honored Sister,” Irene said as she started to raise the shovel to her head.
“No, wait!” Joanna commanded. “No, not just yet. For the moment you may place the shovel back in the bucket. Where is your piss bucket?”
“Over there at the bucket station where it belongs, Honored Sister,” Irene answered.
Mistress Joanna snapped her fingers at me, unclipping my leash from the cart. “Go get the yellow bucket, slut and don’t spill a drop of it.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said looking to where the Mistress was pointing. I ran over to a low platform where three more red buckets sat beside a yellow bucket half full of urine. As I returned with the bucket Joanna pulled a yellow plastic squeeze bottle from a cup holder in the golf cart.
“Here, on your knees. Take this bottle, uncap it and hold it between your tits as you fill it with Auntie’s piss. And don't’ you dare spill a drop of it.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said, my hands trembling as I unscrewed the cap of the bottle. It looked like the ones that hold mustard at a hot dog stand. I poured carefully, filling the bottle and replacing the cap. There was about an inch of piss left in the bucket.
“Auntie, over here by Meredith,” Joanna snapped. “Drink from your bucket but hold it in your mouth.”
“As you wish, Honored Sister,” Irene replied, tipping the bucket to her lips. Her cheeks bulged with trying to hold as much as she could in one mouthful.
“Good, now Meredith, open wide, while Auntie kisses and spits it into your mouth for you to swallow.”
My gut clenched at the thought, but I heard myself muttering “Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” as I scooted next to the older woman who grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back as I opened my mouth. I tried to keep up with swallowing but I gagged a bit and some urine splattered back out and over both of us.
“You will lick that off her tits and belly after she finishes with you,” Joanna chided me. Irene chugged the last of her own piss into her mouth and leaned over to me again, with the red bucket dangling between our pairs of tits. There we were, me getting huge mouthfuls of piss while the stench of dog shit wafted over us.
I managed to swallow the rest without gagging and spewing it out, but my throat and nose were burning with the acrid taste of the old woman’s piss.
“Clean up her tits and belly!” Joanna snapped at me.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I answered quietly as I began to lick the woman’s piss from her tits. Irene had me by the hair and guided my face and tongue across her tits and belly fat as I licked and sucked the piss droplets from her skin.
“Good, little slut,” Mistress Joanna chuckled as Auntie Irene jerked at my hair. “Now Irene, kneel beside the slut.” Irene complied as Mistress Joanna grinned and squeezed the yellow bottle, sending a stream of urine across both our faces. She sat back and smiled, tossing the bottle to Auntie Irene.
“Take this and squeeze a bunch of it into your poop bucket,” she said, as Irene took the bottle and turned it to squeeze over the bucket of dog shit. “No, not that way, Auntie,” Joanna chided. “Squeeze it over your face and open mouth and let it drip into the bucket.
“Yes, Honored Sister, thank you,” Irene replied, parting her lips and squeezing her own piss into her mouth and letting it dribble into the bucket.
“You see, training slut, even though she is a full member of our Sisterhood, Auntie Irene’s poor and disrespectful behavior has forced us to make her show her humility, that dog poop is a superior substance right now. Joanna sat back in her seat and tapped her boot with a crop. “Stir that piss into the bucket, let’s get it nice and soupy sloppy, shall we?”
Auntie reached for her small shovel as Joanna stopped her. “NO, dear Auntie,” she corrected, “use your hands to mix it.”
Auntie Irene reached into the bucket to knead the dog crap, mixing it with her own piss into a stinking paste.
“Oh, my,” Mistress Joanna noted, “it looks too runny now, Slut Meredith, run over and bring us back another red bucket,” she commanded.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said, turning and rising to my feet, just as I felt the crop slash across my hips.
“No, you stupid slut, stay on hands and knees and get moving!” Joanna growled, adding, “And bring the bucket back here with its handle in your teeth.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I replied as I crawled as fast as I could across the lawn to where the other buckets stood. I took one and put the handle in my mouth and started my hurried crawl back, trying not to gag from the stench as I returned and placed it in front of Auntie Irene.
“Now, we should mix this up into a nice squishy mound, don’t you think, Auntie dear?” Joanna asked.
“Yes, Honored Sister, as you wish,” Irene replied.
“But we should have a table to mix it up just right, shouldn’t we?” Joanna asked, and without waiting for a reply, she snapped her fingers and me and pointed right in front of Irene. “You, slut, on all fours right there. Irene, you may use this slut’s back for your mixing table, and get on with it. I gather you received your second six-hour treatment?”
“Yes, Honored Sister, the Kennel Mistress gave me a treatment with a birch switch.”
“Yes, I see, and she did a nice job, too. I should commend her on that. Tell the slut here what you receive every six hours,” Joanna said, swishing the crop back and forth.
“As part of my 36 hour punishment, I must receive 36 strokes from a different implement every six hours I am here,” Irene said, placing both the buckets on my back as she spoke. “I received my first 36 from Sister Joanna’s hairbrush when I arrived at 6 am today, and I got the second from Sister Fatt y the Kennel Mistress after my first two buckets.”
“Good, now get mixing, make a big mound for me,” Joanna said, giggling.
I felt the bucket being turned over on my back, followed by the sloshing of the other bucket with piss in it, then Irene’s hands mixing and kneading it all together with my bare back as her work table.
“That’s it,” Mistress Joanna encouraged, “make a nice big pyramid pile of it on her back. Good, now Auntie, you know that part of your punishment is to show respect to the dog pile, right?”
“Yes, Honored Sister, I must show my humility before the dog piles and show proper respect.”
“THEN SHOW IT!” Joanna yelled out. Auntie Irene whimpered bit and I felt her moving her head. “That’s it,” Joanna continued, “rub the nose and lips in it, now the whole face.”
I felt her head moving across my back as the stink overpowered me and I fought back the urge to puke, knowing that if I did it wouldn’t go well for me.
“”Now up, and scoop it all back together again” Joanna went on, smiling down at me. “All right Auntie, now rub your saggy baggy old tits in it. And don’t let anything run off onto the ground or you will wish it hadn’t.”
I felt the woman’s tits rubbing over me, her hands scraping the runny mixture back and piling it up again.
“Now you may scoop up a double handful and present it,” Joanna commanded as the older woman complied. “Good, now rub it into your hair.”
Irene gasped, catching her breath, obviously hoping she wouldn't be required to do such a thing. Joanna smashed the crop against the fender fthe cart.
“Do it, NOW!” she screamed, and Irene clapped her hands onto her head and ran her fingers through her short-cropped hair. “Not so good, but I will accept that,” Joanna said, leaning back again. “Now gather up some more and rub into Meredith’s hair and over her face.”
I didn’t know what to think as I felt her hands in my hair, then her fingers closing over my eyes and she began to smear me with pasty, gooey, runny dog shit.
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