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Scarlett & her Bitch Mother
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It was early when her husband came in. Normally he came in only late after he had a few drinks with his
buddies or after visiting the whores. Scarlett never dared asked him when she should expect him
home. She had made the mistake once when she had just got married to him. One day when he was
leaving for work and she was still a young girl, newly married, she had asked him when she should
expect him back home. His response had been to come back in and make her sit on his lap almost
tenderly. He cupped her face and for a moment she was thought he was going to kiss her. Then his grp
tightened and he had seized her hair pulling tightly at the roots. She could not cry out in pain and he had
hissed “You will never ask me any questions”. She could only nod.
But today he was in early and he was sober. She rushed to take off his boots as she always did and after
kissing she asked him “What can I get for you, My Lord and Master?”. That is what her husband liked to
be called “My Lord and Master”.
“Sit”, he took her hand and for a moment she felt nice. His next words made her go cold. “I am going to
divorce you. “ She could not believe her ears and he repeated almost casually what he just said.
“But why?”, her voice was breaking down.
“Do I have to give you a reason?”
“I am yours. Have I been displeasing? Please punish me. But keep me”.She was begging him now and
had slipped on the floor, her arms hugging his legs. They sat like this for a long time. She sobbing with
her head between his legs and he smoking a cigarette and allowing the ash to fall on her hair. Then he
kicked her, got up and left the house.
Her mother had dreams for her
Scarlett had married Mr. Munroe when she was twenty one. He was in his early thirties. She and her
mother had worked hard to get her hitched. Her mother was a worker in the factory where her then to
be husband was a supervisor. Her mother did not have a formal education but she had slaved so that
her daughter could study in community college. Scarlett had a wonderful figure and long luxuriant hair.
She had got them from her mother. From her father’s side(whom she never met) she had light grey
large eyes and a light flawless skin.
Scarlett’s mother had been made pregnant by a rich young man who used to visit a car washing station
she worked in. He used to drive his flashy sports car and she would work extra hard at cleaning and
polishing it. One day he had picked her up after work and driven her over to a hill top. She had never
had an experience like that before in her life and had cried out in joy as the wind blew in her face. At the
hill top he had taken her and they had lay down under the stars making love again and again. It was the
only time she had felt truly happy.
Very quickly she learnt she was pregnant but she never saw the young man in the red sports car again.
The owner of the car washing station fired her when she was pregnant and over the next few months
she took up several small jobs while she waited and hoped. Her baby was born and she realized that she
took after her father. She named her Scarlett in memory of the red sports car.
Luckily for her the furniture factory was coming up in the town and she got a job. She was a strong
woman and she got a job in the Packing & Delivery department. The job was tough. She worked with a
group of mostly men in packing the furniture and delivering it to customer’s houses. But men who
bought furniture liked the idea of a sweating muscular blonde carrying furniture to their homes. She had
blonde hair and the hard physical labour she had done all her life had given her well defined muscles
especially on her legs, backs and arms. Her breasts were naturally large and had not sagged. She had a
long angular face and though not pretty, she made an attractive sight with her blonde hair and the small
white tank top and frayed pair of denim shorts that was her uniform in office, she made a very attractive
sight.
She desperately wanted her daughter to get out of this life. Most of the daughters of women in her class
were going to end us as workers, maids, and waitresses. The lucky few would be office drones. She was
determined that her daughter would marry a man and have a respectable job.
Scarlett ties to get Mr. Munroe’s attention…
Scarlett’s mother knew that a new manager was joining her factory and one morning she saw him as he
came on a tour across the factory. She was hauling a table to the delivery van when she saw him. He was
obviously the new manager from the way her shift supervisor was talking to him. But from the corner of
her eyes she could see him look her over as she bent down to grip the table with both hands. She was
surprised by how young he was and it was then that she decide that this was the opportunity that she
had in mind for Scarlett.
And as luck would have it, Scarlett told her that the new factory manager would be visiting her school in
a few days. This was a small town and as the biggest employer in town the new factory manager was a
big shot. He had been invited to talk to the students about career opportunities.
“You have to make sure you grab Mr. Munroe’s attention”, Scarlett’s mother was more excited than her.
She supervised her daughter’s dress. It was a tight red skirt which was just above her knees and a white
blouse which showed off her figure. “Not a tart but someone he would want to take you home. But of
course he should want to unwrap the goods”, her mother had said. Scarlett was nervous and afraid.
Right from her childhood her mother had told her that she was different and superior to the other kids
and she knew she was beautiful. Now the time had come. She wondered what her mother would do if
this new man did not take fancy to her. She was aware that her mother had defaulted on her rent
payments to get the money to pay for her dress. She was already in debt to the local money lender to
pay for her college fees.
Scarlett did not inherit her mother’s muscular figure and her blonde hair. But she had other redeeming
features. She was a brunette and though small she had a perfect figure. She inherited the dainty
features of her father. Her breasts and ass were not as big as her mother but they were shapely and
tight. She was intelligent and hardworking and had a sexy sense of charm.
She had turned on her charm that morning. After the talk she worked her through the throng of the
other young female teachers to get Mr. Munroe a cup of coffee. “Mr. Munroe, your talk so different
from all that we have heard so far. We never get any chance to hear people like you. Could I show you
some of the lessons that I am preparing and get your inputs?”. Her eyelashes where fluttering, she was
the image of a little girl in love with a man she was in awe.
Her mother was happy with her performance and she insisted that a few days later, Scarlett visied Mr.
Munroe in his home. “Once inside, it is upto you. Make sure you offer to clean and tidy his room and
make him a cup of tea. And make sure you make him feel superior. He should not feel that you will
spread your legs for anyone.”
It did not take Scarlett to realize that Mr. Munroe was not intelligent enough to give her any inputs on
her lessons but her almond shaped eyes as he looked up to him did not betray her thoughts. Soon her
visits became regular. Her flirting was more than obvious. She would massage him as he returned from
her work. She worshipped his dick and gave him long blowjobs. She realized that he liked lying on his
back while she bounced on him her tits flapping away. And like a dutiful girl, she organized his clothes
and cooked his dinner.
…but her mother has to step in
It did not take Mr. Munroe long to find out that her mother worked in his factory. He found out that she
was a woman with an attitude. She was a hard worker and regular customers would often ask for her to
be part of the delivery team and it was not unusual for customers to request that she be sent back to
help them sort out installation issues or sort out minor defects. Her gang boss would be more than
willingly to accommodate these customer requests. She hauled more furniture than all the men in her
gang.
However, she never flirted with the men or never acted slavish to her boss. She never ever spoke to the
men in her gang of her own accord. She would lie cold when her boss would fuck her taking the
pounding silently and when it was over would get up and leave. The men were not allowed to fuck her
without the permission of the gang boss but when they did she never ever expressed any pleasure.
Beatings also never seemed to have an effect on her. Her bosses were liberal on using a short stout whip
on her for ‘encouragement but she just stood tall taking her beatings without a word. She was called the
“Bitch”.
The “Bitch” knew she had to attract the attention of Mr. Munroe if her daughter had to have a chance.
Her daughter was doing her best to hold the attention of Mr. Munroe but her mother knew that she had
strong competition. Mr. Munroe had got himself a sales assistant a curvaceous sexy bitch who was using
every trick to work her way up. In fact, the day Scarlett came back crying that she had been turned away
from Mr. Munroe’s apartment because the new sales assistant was already there the Bitch decided to
do something desperate.
She had very limited options. As a low down factory worker there was no way she could even get close
to M. Munroe’s office. There was just one way. She started disobeying orders boldly. No amount of
punishment seemed to have any effect on her. One day her plans worked. She was dragged down to the
dreaded Dungeon Room in the basement below the car park and she knew she would be facing Mr.
Munroe.
The Bitch faces Mr. Munroe
Mr. Munroe liked what she saw. The big bodied blonde was tied to a pole by her arms stretched above
her head. Her legs were pulled apart and tied by chains to two other poles a few feet apart, Her body
was at an angle with every muscle taut. Hard work and small food portions had ensured that there was
not an ounce of fat on her body except on her large tits and bottom. She was completely naked and for
the first time Mr. Munroe noticed an elaborate tattoo on her shoulder blade. He noticed that she was
already been beaten. Her ass was striped red. Some of the bruises were bleeding. A layer of sweat
covered her body and her blonde hair was matted.
He sat quietly as he listened to the complaints. And then he directed that she be gagged and paddled on
her ass and thighs. Two of the shift supervisors, shirtless beefy men took their place one on each side
with two paddles. “One on the buttocks, one of the thighs”, Mr. Munroe directed as he squeezed them
appreciatively. Then he kicked her calves indicating where the third blow should land. Then “move over
to the back and one on the inner thigh and then forward in front of the thigh here”. Mr. Munroe
demonstrated where both blows should land by two sharp slaps.
“First, you, on the left ass and then, you, on the right ass. Then, you, on the left thigh and then, you, on
the right. Ten strokes make one set. We will have ten such sets”.
Mr. Munroe worked out at the gym every day and it was natural for him to think about sets. “Who will
keep count?”. A chorous of voices went up. Mr. Munroe silenced them.
“We want to make sure that the lazy slut is alert and working. But how will she keep count with her
hands tied and mouth shut?” “Hey you bitch, every time you get a whack on the left, you will lift a
finger on your left and every time you get a whack on your right side you lift a finger on your right side.
So when all you fingers are up you will have completed a whole set. Then one of us will come and write
the number of the set on your titties. I hope you have understood”. “OK boys let us have a test run.”
The man on the left stepped back and cracked his paddle hard on her let ass cheek. It was already red
from the previous stripes she had received. The next whack was by the man on the right. He took some
time to rub the paddle against her quivering ass before pulling it back and hitting her hard. It was a
marvelous sight as her whole body shook as the blows landed on her muscular hamstrings. Mr. Munroe
told them to stop and checked whether she had put up her two little fingers. When he was satisfied he
gave the signal for the next round. This was on her left thigh. The very first crack reddened her skin. For
the next one, her tormentor took some time. She tried to jerk her body away but the bonds were tight
enough to let the blow land on its target but loose enough to make her whole body dance as she tried to
avoid it. The men cheered. Mr. Munroe checked whether her counting was correct. Two fingers on her
left hand and two on the right. He signaled for them to continue. For the third blow, on her calf the shift
supervisor hit her not with the full face of the paddle but with its small side just below the knee. He did
not deliver with his full strength but the placement and the hard edge was enough for her to almost
crumple with pain. Without even waiting for a second he moved to the side he grabbed her leg and
pulled it back so as to give himself more room to land a blow on her inner thigh. Mr. Munroe stopped
the other supervisor from carrying on his task. He went over and jerked forward the trembling tied hand
with four fingers raised. “That is not the correct counting, my dear. I said I want it in a sequence. Left.
Then right. Then again left. We had two hits on your left side. One will not count until the right side has
been also been made to feel warm.” The men cheered. This supervisor on the right had taken his time
to think about how he can make the blow really work. He had one of the men press her leg forward by
pushing it with his boot. When there was enough room he swept the paddle in and smashed it against
the inner thigh. Then the men hammered in blows in front of the thighs. One of the onlookers on lifted
up her breast and wrote a “0” in a red marker.
The beating now began in right earnest. Mr. Munroe sat back and poured himself a drink. The men in
their excitement or just deliberately lost their sequence several times and the woman started losing
count of the legitimate blows. That provided the excuse for the men who were supervising the counting
to ask her to start all over again several times. Even though she was properly gagged her miserable
moans could be heard. Tears were running down the face and her eyes were like that of a wild animal.
The supervisors switched between a paddle and a tough leather strap. There was much discussion as to
which one left more cruel marks on her skin. The men crowded around the stretched out body of the
bitch and held it so that the supervisors could hit their mark more effectively. They mauled her breasts
as they danced with the pain in the body. Finally, Mr. Munroe had to tell them hurry up after an hour of
entertainment.
The Bitch gets to speak
The gag was taken off and Mr. Munroe asked “you have heard about the complaints the men have been
making about you. What do you have to say?” almost as if the last one hour had not happened at all.
Her words were not very clear given that she was howling with pain. One of the men stepped forward
and slapped her hard twice across her face. That seemed to make her speak more coherently. “It is my
fault, Sir. I have been lazy and I really needed to be punished under the supervision of somebody as
stern as you”. Mr. Munroe smiled to himself. He had to give it to her In-spite of the pain she was put
through she was determined to keep up the flirting with him. He picked up his whip, a thin long piece of
leather and walked up to her. “And what will make you a good girl?” “Sir, if you can spare some of your
time and please give me a whipping it will teach me a lesson. But of course I know you are busy and
have already wasted time on me” . She was begging for a whipping as submissively as she possibly could.
Mr. Munroe took his time. Her strong muscular back was unmarked so far and he allowed his whip to
move across her shoulder and side muscles. There was a tattoo starting from her left shoulder blade and
moving down. It was actually a double tattoo. In one tattoo there was an animal carrying a cart . The
animal had the face of a blonde. In another tattoo a naked blonde was chained to a sofa and standing
with her legs across it. His whip ran across it and he remarked “Nice . Tell me how you got it”. “The
previous factory owner, Sir. We were a smaller set up then. I joined him in the delivery team and he
used to call me the mule because I wore a gag and we hauled a lot of furniture across the town. And
then he kept me chained in the showroom sometimes. He called me the ‘furniture whore’. He has those
two tattoos so others could see what I was good at”.
“Excellent, said Mr. Munroe and then he swung his whip catching her right across the hollow of her back
with a vertical lash mark.
He ran his finger over her mark studying it. “if you want you can scream. There is nothing stopping you”,
he said casually as he sipped his drink.
And then he whipped her again, this time just across the right side of her back. She screamed.
“And so you did work hard in your early days of the job, I see”, his voice was casual. “You must have
been a valuable employee.”.
One more lash vertically across the right side of the back.
“Sir, I need to be under the control of a man. I am a disobedient girl”.
“I see. And how can we keep you under control?”. One more lash just next to the previous. Mr. Munroe
sipped his drink.
There was silence. The silence was met with two more lashes both leaving parallel close stripes.
“Come on, we need to understand. How do we keep an important employee like you motivated?”.
There were sniggers from the men.
“Sir, you are already doing enough. You are taking time to punish me.”
“Are you sure that this will be enough?” This time the whip curled up and lashed against her stomach.
“Yes, Sir”.
. I need to be sure”. Mr. Munroe’s voice was on the edge and this time the whip lashes started falling
hard and fast across her back, her stomach and her breasts. She was screaming like a wild animal and
her tits and ass were dancing as the lashes rained down.
“I want you to stop screaming. It is just too loud”, Mr. Munroe’s voice was quiet even though he had not
been whipping her non- stop. He thrust the paddle that had been used on her unfortunate bottom into
her mouth. I hope you do not drop it because I really have to go and I need to still finish off with you.
He started whipping her again focusing on the front of the body her tits and her flat stomach. First on
the right and then on the left. The welts started to bleed. And soon it was over, He folded up the whip,
stood in front of her and took out the paddle from her mouth.
“You did well holding on”, his voice was almost tender.
She kissed his palm as it brushed her lips. The men undid the knots and she fell on her legs.
His voice hardened again. “Are we not cleaning up the warehouse from next week?” he asked. “And we
have commissioned a few extra men for the job? Cancel them and let us have her working from 6 am on
Monday. And let us meet next Friday to see how she is doing“
“Have a good weekend, my dear”
The Bitch and Scarlett both get to impress
The weekend Scarlett tended to her mother. Of course she had seen her mother whipped and beaten
before but this time it seemed that there was not a trace of her body (except for the portion that was
tattooed) that had not been marked.
Al she could tell her daughter was that Mr. Munroe had given her additional responsibilities. She did not
mention that it was he had whipped her. She said that she had been whipped by her shift supervisor
and that Mr. Munroe had understood how valuable an employee she really was.
On Monday, she was up at 5 am and left. That week she was a transformed person. She worked like a
horse and in addition during lunch hour she asked every member of her gang whether they would need
a blow job. In the evenings she knelt in front of her shift supervisor and purred “if you want me to do
anything additional, sir, just order the bitch”.
On Friday when she was brought before Mr. Munroe even her hardened shift supervisor had to
reluctantly admit that she had worked hard and well.
Scarlett, during the week, could get into Mr. Munroe’s apartment twice. Of course she called him every
day to tell her how much she loved him and how all she wanted to was to serve him.
The tell-tale signs of Karen being there in the apartment was all over. There was even a panty in the
kitchen sink! She cleared up and cooked for her man. Then she stripped down to her bra and panties
and waited for Mr. Munroe. The first day she gave him a massage in the way her mother had taught
her, sliding her naked body on top of him and then worshipping his penis with her hands and breasts.
The next day there was a match and she brought him beer and food and sucked him while he watched
the game on television.
The Bitch does her best
The week went by and on Friday evening the Bitch was again strung up and Mr. Munroe walked in. “I
heard you were a nice hardworking girl”.
“I have tried, Sir, but if you have some time I request you to motivate me for next week”, she said
humbly.
And so he whipped her again, sipping his whisky. He whipped her for two hours. He asked his men to
leave but he gagged her so she could not make any requests. When he was done he left and asked one
of his men to release her.
That weekend Scarlett started worrying that maybe her mother was deliberately putting herself through
the whippings to get closer to Mr. Munroe. But as she rubbed salt water on her wounds her mother
vociferously said she was being whipped by a “wimp of a supervisor and that all will be OK when she
could get the big boss to see how good she really was”.
The weeks went by. Every Friday, Mr. Munroe would cruelly whip Scarlett’s mother. After a few weeks
he took the gag off and she could make her request. “Will you allow me to please you with a lap dance
Sir?”
She lap danced for him for all it was worth. He had whipped her and sat back on his chair and she
squeezed her tits on his body taking his hands and moving them all over her bruised body. And then she
made her request. “Sir, please give me a chance to be a sales girl along with Karen. I will be a good one
and I will work with you all the time. If I am not good you will punish me but I promise I will be good. I
will get orders and you are so good, Sir, you deserve all the incentives. You can treat just me as your
slave” , she whispered as she slid down and looked for the zipper of his trousers.
Her request did not seem to register and she was back to her job of delivering furniture. In fact she
almost despaired as she was given the most back bending jobs that week. The men in her gang seemed
to have been told that they should relax and have her do all the hard work. The supervisor used the
strap on her every day several times “you think that you can get lazy again, you have forgotten the
punishment?”
That Friday in fact Mr. Munroe did not whip her. Instead she and another girl was asked to serve beer in
a party of the shift supervisors. She barely managed to hider growing sense of unease as she smiled like
a bimbo as the men sat around and patted her tits and her ass as she got them beer. Then they made
her strip and show them all the marks. Then she and the girl danced for them and had a heater session.
The other girl was an incredible flirt and seemed to enjoy the evening and the attention she got. Till a
few weeks back the Bitch would not be called for an evening like this as she would be the cold and
haughty one. Now she was determined to be the soft and pliable type till at least her daughter was able
to get the attention of Mr. Munroe. But she also saw what she was missing. The men made the girls lie
down nude on her laps but they also fed them with small pieces of chicken and nuts. So what if she had
to lick their fingers!
Then suddenly, Mr. Munroe called her. He had her stand with her back against the wall and whipped
her on her stomach a few times. Then he sat down and asked “so who could be a new prospective
customer?”. He seemed to be genuinely interested in her opinion. “Sir, Mr. Doe would be interested in a
new living room set. I delivered some garden furniture for him and if you give him a go ahead, I will get
you an order”.
“I will test you out. If by next weekend you cannot get the order, you will be very sorry”, Mr. Munroe
laughed and left. But she did get the order and on next Friday she was giving him a lap dance, with her
arms tightly bound behind her back and whispering “Sir, allow me to me your sales girl and I will work
my ass out to make sure that you get a fat bonus.”
The Bitch gets a new job
A few days later, Mr, Munroe had the Bitch and Karen standing in front of him in his office. “I have
decided that I will divide the responsibilities between you. You, Karen, you will look after all new
customer enquiries and you, he turned his gaze on the blonde standing in front of him with her eyes
downcast but her tits thrust forward “you will look after all our existing customers. He stopped and
walked over to the two girls. The contrast was quite interesting. Karen was small with darkish skin and
dressed like a junior executive. She had a nicely tailored blouse and a tight skirt which came just above
her knees. She wore extravagant make up and her bright red lips contrasted with her dark skin. She
wore a small pearl necklace the white stones setting off against her skin color. In front of a customer,
she would look professional but gave the signal that she would go the extra mile to clinch a sale. The
Bitch with her trademark torn denim shorts and small tank top towered. Next to Karen she appeared
almost nude.
Mr. Munroe seemed to realize the consequences of the contrast.
“They call you the Bitch, but maybe we should get you a new name and a new uniform with the sales
job”.
“I do not think you need to take the effort, Sir”. If I wore more clothes the customers would not
recognize me”.
Everybody laughed and the two girls went to work. Mr. Munroe was happy with the decision he made.
He knew he was not very pleasant or patient to convince customers so he was more than happy to have
two attractive women do the work for him. They had different styles. Karen focused on the businesses
that were coming into the city and went about convincing the company executives. Once they bought
furniture for their offices she would be trying to move more furniture (and herself) into their bedrooms.
The Bitch went around the old family homes where she had delivered furniture. To the older men in
these stately houses she suggested custom fits and made sure that they felt special. Or perhaps “The
Furniture House would really want to offer the services of this naked maid to serve you at dinner tonight
on this beautiful dinner table”.
On Fridays, Mr. Munroe would inspect the performances of the two girls. By and large he was happy but
of course there was no harm in keeping the competitive spirit and he made sure that the girl who had
less sales figures for the week received a nice spanking.
Mr. Munroe has a good time
The months went by and Mr. Munroe was having a good time. At office his stock was rising because of
increased business and at home, Scarlett was acting more and more like a love slave. She still had
competition in Karen and a few other girls but Mr. Munroe seemed to give her more opportunity to at
least enter his home. A few times she had suggested they go out for dinner but the response had been
either a cuff or a simple “No.” Scarlett realized that Mr. Munroe was basically an unimaginative man. He
wanted her around the house being his maid, cooking his food, cleaning his laundry and then as a whore
servicing him in bed. He never showed tenderness and she suspected that he was a bit insecure about
her education too. Was her mother right, in insisting that she married this man? She had never doubted
her mother’s instructions before and this time never had the courage to express her misgivings. Her
mother was anyway working very hard. The terrible beatings of a few months back had seemed to stop
but now she was often out till late at night.
One of the Friday evenings Mr. Munroe was enjoying the Bitch from the behind. Karen had got belted
that week for poor performance but it was nice to have the bitch doggy style to ensure that her
haughtiness did not reappear. As she cleaned him up with her mouth, she brought up the topic that she
was planning so many months for.
“My daughter is in love with you, Sir”
Mr. Munro had of course expected this but this was the time to keep cool.
She continued: ”Her name is Scarlett. She met you at the school where she works and has been in love
with you since.” She did not mention that she knew that she was visiting him almost every day.
Mr. Munroe’ hand in her hair tightened just a little bit and she persisted ”She is educated not a illiterate
animal like me but she knows everything that is needed to make a real man like you happy”.
That night, he looked at Scarlett carefully. She was young and had always pleased him in bed. She was
good looking too. Well she had a few blemishes in her face but he liked her when he put on her specs,
And she had long flowing hair and a great body.
He had her kneel beside him. He looked over her closely and felt her all over over and over again. Hen
he thought of his life. His school friends had all gone to college and now had secretarial trophy wives. In
this small town she was a great catch. He was the one among his friends who boasted of his exploits
with the whores but he was never very smart. Now he would like to see what they had and what what
he had.
Scarlett seemed to sense his mood. Carefully she unzipped his jeans and as his member started coming
to life she started licking it. As he climaxed he said “We will be married next week.”
The Marriage
The marriage was nothing like what a girl could dream of. Her mother was not invited. Mr. Munroe
decided that he was not interested in introducing her as the bride’s mother. On the Friday, several of
Mr. Munroe’s friends from the city came down wearing nice suits and driving flashy cars.
Over Friday evening and Saturday evening the men had a raucous bachelor party. Karen was in charge of
their agenda. Her prim business suit was gone as she wore the uniform of a sexy hostess. She had
booked the local strip club and had ordered a whole army of sexy escorts. And she herself went about
making sure all the girls were working their heart out. If she saw anybody slacking she made sure that
she complained directly to the big burly owner. He had to slap one girl just once and there were no
causes of complaint after that.
Karen herself was bent over and taken by all of Mr. Munroe’s friends. She loved the feeling that rich
powerful men gave her and that took away a liitle bit to having lost out not only to Scarlett but her
mother.
The girls went out for dinner. Soon the conversation veered over to the husbands. Everybody tried to
boast how successful each of their husbands were. After a little bit of time they started discussing how
demanding each of one of them was. “How is your sweatie pie?” they asked Scarlett. “Has he ever kept
you chained up at night?”. Scarlett wanted to defend her man but in reality he had never chained her
up. “Oh he soon will” and the other women drifted into how their husbands were forever thinking of
new ways to cause them pain.
On the marriage day, all the men including Mr. Munroe was drunk. His fiends gifted her a steel collar
and a pair of handcuffs and that was what she wore instead of the ring. Instead of a white gown she
wore a short white sleeveless transparent dress with nothing underneath it. And then she was paraded
before Mr. Munroe’s friends.
“Hey you take mine, I take yours” said one as he pushed his wife towards Mr. Munroe.
“Hey take care of our friend or we will warm your bottom”
“Nice tits”. “Better ass”, as she was groped.
“if I had a teacher like this in high school, I would not have left”
Scarlett was red with humiliation as she was led away by the other women. “Do not worry. We have all
gone through this”.
The days following the marriage were less eventful. Mr. Munroe preferred to come home early and
spent most evenings watching the game with his feet up on a naked Scarlett on all her fours in a table
posture. After a few days she had the courage to ask him:
“My Lord & Master, can I ask you for a request”. My school principal has asked for your formal
permission if I have to continue in my job as a teacher. Please give your permission’< she cooed kissing
him on his nipples.
“Why should they have a dumb broad like you as a teacher, I do not understand”
“Yes, I am so lucky to have this job and so lucky to have you as my husband. Please give me the
permission and, in any case, if I am neglecting my duties in your house the only reminder I will need is a
spanking on my bottom”.
The next day, Mr. Munroe had signed the formal approval letter as Scarlett’s guardian.
The bitch learns her lesson
Scarlett’s mother tried to take things a little too easy. With her objectives achieved, her interest in her
job seemed to flag and her arrogance seemed to appear. The men started complaining that she was
telling them that she has the ear of the boss. Mr. Munroe decided to take up the matter in his own
hands. During the morning assembly of all workers, he announced:
“I have been hearing that a bitch has been thinking that she can violate company discipline because she
is the mother of the whore I have married. Today we will teach her a lesson she will never forget”.
Two of the shift supervisors dragged the Bitch to a platform in the middle of the assembly area and
strung her up. Mr. Munroe signaled to Karen that she should strip the strung up woman which she did
more than willingly. As Mr. Munroe took up his position in front of her he saw in her eyes defiance and
anger mixed with fear.
“You thought you can have your way around here, did not you whore?” The lash curled up on her right
nipple.
“You thought you could influence me”. The next lash curled up on her left nipple.
“You think you are superior to everyone here”. The whip lashed across the upper portion of the breast.
“You think nobody can understand your game”. The whip lashed across the other breast.
The Bitch fought to stop screaming. She knew that she was in for a rough day but she did not want to
give everybody the pleasure of her screaming and begging. At least till she could manage.
She felt Mr. Munroe take up position on her side.
“We will see how superior you are”. This time he targeted the side of the breast.
“What did you think also to be?” A red lash appeared across the sides of her stomach.
The Bitch clenched her teeth and held on tightly as the blows rained on her defenseless body. From her
earlier time experiences of being whipped by Mr. Munroe she knew that he would be turned on by her
animal-like screams and throwing her around her body wantonly as she was lashed from side to side.
She knew her dance of pain would always make Mr. Munroe mad with lust. But today she was
determined not to give him any pleasure. She bit her lips and dug her feet on the ground and tried to
hold her body still as the cruel blows bit into her skin.
Mr. Munroe also seemed to lose control of himself. “I will skin you alive”. Soon her whole body was a
mass of red welts. She was dripping with sweat and her wet blonde hair was matted across her face.
Tears were rolling down her face as she locked her wills against that of her master.
Mr. Munroe paused for a moment. He was determined to break her will.
“Karen”, he commanded.
The frightened sales assistant immediately rushed and knelt. She had no love lost for her competitor but
she was frightened why . Mr. Munroe would summon her. “Strip” his next command made her get even
more desperate.
Mr. Munroe dragged her by the hair and positioned herself between the Bitch’s stretched legs. At a
signal, the Bitch was lowered so that her pussy was positioned just above Karen’s mouth. Next, Mr.
Munroe positioned a half carved piece of table leg next to the whipping post.
“Ten strokes. You will receive ten strokes of the whip and Karen will suck you during the ten strokes.”
“Then you will fuck the furniture leg and get ten strokes for your efforts.”
“First the pleasure”. “Karen start” and the whip lashed across the stomach of the Bitch. Karen sucked
with all her might without moving her head to take a breath even as Mr. Munroe took his time to land
his blows with precision.
After he had counted ten strokes Karen was dragged away by her hair and the single leg piece was
placed below her cunt.
“Fuck it”, the whip landed on her shoulder.
The Bitch was already zoned out with pain but even then she hesitated to press her tender parts inside
the piece of wood with rough edges. But the whip fell again and she could feel strong hands force her
down.
It was then that she screamed for the first time. And she screamed as she fucked the piece of wood
which was tearing her inside even as the ship lashes seemed to pull her skin away.
“Please, please”.
But of course her screams were being drowned by the cheers of the men who were all clamoring for a
look. The women workers were sobbing. Though they did not like the Bitch the punishment their sister
was being put through was frightening.
The men were cheering each count. Mr. Munroe applied the lashes without any mercy as two other
men bounced the hapless bitch on the wooden peg.
This continued a few times and the Bitch was reduced to a blubbering hysterical mess. She was begging
for mercy. She was promising to do anything for stopping the torture. She was describing herself as a
worthless piece of shit and begging forgiveness And then her body exploded. As Karen frantically sucked
her she came and came while Mr. Munroe rained blows on her.
She was left there hanging the whole day sobbing and crying and wreathing in pain. But her humiliation
was not to end there. Mr. Munroe had asked the men who had complained about her to step back. For
the next few weeks she was to be assigned to the gangs where they worked and if the men were not
happy with her completely she would be strung up and punished.
That evening, Scarlett lay naked on the lap of Mr. Munroe as he stroked her back.
“I reassigned your mother’s duties today”.
“Thank you, My Lord and Master. I hope she can be under your supervision. She is always in awe of you
and thinks that you are the best manager that the factory needs. But she says that the men her jealous
of her”.
She paused and then persisted with some confidence when felt that Mr. Munroe’s hands on her back
did not tighten to a slap that she was expecting. “The men have been beating her badly over the last few
weeks and of course I understand that in a factory the workers are illiterate and corporal punishment is
needed. But if you use her for yourself she will work her heart out for you.”
“Yes, I will keep a very close eye on her”, Mr. Munroe said with a smile on her face. Scarlett was facing
his crotch and did not see the smile was an evil one.
However, things did not go well as planned. The economy tanked and the furniture factory closed down.
Most of the workers in the factory were fired and the owner of the factory started selling imported
Chinese furniture. He fired Mr. Munroe as there were no manufacturing operations to be sueprivised.
He retained the Bitch but moved her to a salary and incentive scheme.
Mr. Munroe could not keep down a job and his drinking got worse. Scaelett managed to keep the house
going with her salary and could not believe that she was being divorced now.
What is the mistake she did? In a moment of frustration she threw and broke Mr. Munroe’s whisky glas
set and immediately regretted it. Now she was in for a bad beating also. But then maybe he would beat
her but not drive her out?
She waited for him curling up her naked body against the door.
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