 |
|||
|
|
CHAPTER 14
Sister Martha didn’t say a word but her cane guided my lips to her shoes, too. It seemed as though Martha wanted anything Joanna had a part in. As I licked and kissed at Martha’s shoes I heard Sister Elaine announce the next item of the afternoon.
“I believe it’s time to send Sister Amy in for her session,” Elaine said.
“Yes, but let’s dispense with Irene and we will use this new slut here for the session service,” Sister Beatrice added, pointing to me. So Irene was called to kneel in front of the chair grouping as Rose fitted a collar and leash to her neck.
“Irene, you have served your punishment for tardiness and lack of respect, and as soon as you have satisfactorily completed your personal time with Sisters Rose and Joanna, you may re-apply for full status,” Beatrice said. “Sister Rose will now take you for a confession round in the Assembly Room, where you will stand nude at attention and tell each and every occupant of the room about your transgressions and your punishment.”
“Thank you honored Sisters, and once again please accept my most humble and deep apologies for my behavior,” Irene said with her ass high up and her forehead and palms on the floor in front of them. Rose pulled Irene to her feet and yanked the leash, picking up Irene’s Discipline Shirt as she went to the exit door. Rose wadded it up and ordered Irene to attention with hands on top of the head, placed the wadded shirt in Irene’s fingers and out they went. I could only imagine Irene’s humiliation at having to stand in front of each probationary member and recite while standing naked and holding the shirt on her head.
“Send in Sister Amy Blaine,” Beatrice announced into an intercom device.
While they were waiting, Sister Martha had me bring two trays and set them in front of the group. Each was filled with gravel and rocks. I took my place on my knees on one of them and waited for Sister Amy’s entrance.
Sister Amy Blaine was allowed to walk through the entrance door after Martha answered the knocks that sounded like Amy’s head pounding on the door as I had been ordered to do. Sister Amy came in wearing only her blue Discipline shirt and a tiny pale pink G-string that showed dark pube hair all around it. She was big, not fat, just big, or a lot bigger than me. She had dark, almost black hair down to her shoulders with bright blue eyes. She had broad hips, really broad with a sort of cinched in waist. Her shirttail was tied across her midriff and one button above showed big cleavage. She stepped in the door and stood at attention with her hands clasped on her head.
Sister Martha stepped up to Amy, took a pair of scissors from the pocket of her skirt and cut away the single button on Sister Amy’s shirt, then she pulled the top of the shirt wide to pop Amy’s boobs out of the shirt. And what boobs they were, with pink raspberry-sized nipples and huge areolae, that each seemed wider than the width of my hand. They were big, and hung down of course, but didn’t seem to sag too much. I wondered for a moment if Amy had had some “work” done on them, but Martha pulled on them and tossed them side to side, pinching as she went and I could see they were not the hardness that comes with fake tits of that size.
“Sister Amy Blaine, you are here to answer for your offense of carelessness in the gift that Supreme Sister Beatrice received from you,” Martha said as she continued pinching and pulling at Amy’s nipples, pulling them up high and wide. Amy grimaced in the pain and looked down.
“Yes, Honored Sisters, I am here to answer for the unfortunate accident that resulted in the Supreme Sister receiving a bleeding cut, and I beg my fellow Full Member Sisters to forgive me and punish me as they see fit,” Amy answered, her voice choking a bit.
“Go to the tray and kneel before your betters,” Martha said.
“Betters?” Amy said, glaring at Martha and dropping her hands. “I have been a Sister in Full Standing for over 6 years, I have been nominated by Sister Joanna to join her Training Council, and despite the accident with the jar of crystals, I still consider my self a Full Sister here!”
Sister Martha didn’t miss a beat as she bitch-slapped Amy on one cheek and then the other, using both hands several times. Amy stepped back in shock as Sister Martha brought a knee up into Amy’s crotch followed by a fist to the gut.
Amy bent double as Elaine and Barbara both came to the rescue. Elaine had a leather collar with handcuffs attached to the back and as Barbara yanked Amy up by the hair Elaine buckled it tight and snapped Amy’s wrists into the cuffs.
“That should teach you to drop your hands from Attention,” Elaine sneered along with giving Amy’s left boob a vicious uppercut with her fist.
“And then to become argumentative to your Betters,” Barbara echoed, landing another fist on Amy’s right tit.
With Amy’s hands cuffed to the back of her neck collar, Martha took out her scissors and cut away the Discipline shirt, shredding the knot on the stomach, then slicing up behind each arm and down along the rolled up sleeves. Within seconds the shirt was shredded and Amy was topless with those massive boobs heaving as she tried to catch her breath, staring at the floor in shame. I saw the shirt was loaded with embroidered details and colorful patches appliqued on. Martha kicked it aside, took Amy by the hair, pulled her over to the tray and shoved her down on it, right in front of Sister Beatrice.
“Amy, that was absolutely uncalled for, and completely beneath the standards for a Full Member of our Sisterhood,” Beatrice began. “We had already determined that a certain demotion and punishment would be in order for your carelessness, but after your unbecoming outburst, obviously we must intensify your penalties.” Beatrice turned to each of her Council, then reached down and took Amy by the chin, raising her face to look at them.
“Sister Amy Blaine, you were expected to receive a demotion to Associate sister status with six months of regular Discomfort Discipline. However, in light of your deplorable attitude and behavior, that will NOT do.” Sister Beatrice looked around again. I glanced up at sister Martha who was grinning like a cat with a mouse.
Therefore, I pronounce that you are to receive one of our most severe plans of Discipline, known among us as the Triple D. Do you recall what that might be?” Beatrice asked, chucking Amy’s chin followed by a playful slap to the cheek.
“Yes, Reverend Sister, I know what that means,” Amy said as she choked back tears.
“Good, then tell us,” Sister Joanna chimed in.
“Triple D Discipline means a regimen of Demotion, Degradation and Discomfort,” Amy said with a trembling voice. She obviously knew this could be bad.
“Continue, with what you think you deserve in this,” Beatrice asked. “And then I will tell if it meets our standard of Discipline”
“Demotion will probably mean total Demotion back to probationary status,” Amy said with a certain air of acceptance. “Degradation will mean total obedience to whatever humiliation I may be assigned and I would expect much of that to be in front of others to reinforce the importance of total obedience and humility.”
“Go on,” Beatrice urged.
“Discomfort will not only mean pain and extreme physical activity, I would imagine that there will be many other surprises in store.”
“Pretty well done,” Joanna nodded. “Sister Beatrice, would you care to order the specifics?”
“Yes, Dear Sisters, I shall. Amy you are not allowed the use of the title “Sister” and are assigned to be a ‘probationary’ member for the next 60 weeks, with weekly sessions before us for the next 10 weeks and every other week for the duration. In addition, you are to serve no less than 100 hours of personal service to sister Joanna through the first 10 weeks. Through the following 50 weeks, you will serve Sisters Martha, Elaine and Barbara each a minimum of 100 hours of personal service and you will provide a minimum of 200 hours to me.
Any more Demotion items, Sisters?” Beatrice asked.
“Yes, I think so,” Martha said, rising and walking over to Amy with her scissors out again. “Stand up, feet spread.” As Amy complied Sister Martha snipped the tiny strings holding Amy’s G-string and pulled it away, revealing a lush bush of black pubic hair that draped down several inches below her crotch.
“You won’t be needing these while in here before us, will you?”
“No Sister, I must remain naked I am sure,” Amy answered.
Martha answered that with another hard slap across the face, then grabbed both nipples and pinched them while she sneered, “you are not allowed the use of ‘Sister’ until further notice. You will refer to each of us as Ma’am, understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am, please forgive me, Ma’am,” Amy answered, trying not to sob as Martha kept up the twisting on her nipples.
Martha released her and shoved her down onto the gravel tray. “Of course we had already determined that the shirt would have to be replaced, didn’t we Sisters?”
“Yes,” Joanna answered, “As lovely as Amy’s Discipline Shirt is, it has become point of pride to her, even sinful pride I should think. So it must go.”
Joanna looked at me and snapped her fingers. “Slut, go pick up the rags of Amy’s shirt.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I said as I jumped up off the gravel to go collect the pieces of Amy’s shirt where Martha had tossed them after cutting them away. I brought them back and dropped them in front of Amy. Among the elaborate embroidery and appliques were colorful angels, crosses, flames and other images.
“You will cut these into rags which you will then use to scrub the enema buckets at the end of every session here until further notice,” Beatrice said. “Further, you will be given a new shirt and will embroider and decorate it in public sessions in the Assembly Room, where you will also instruct other probationary members in embroidery and decorative stitching. You will of course do this in the nude.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” Amy answered, staring down at the remnants of her once-amazing shirt.
“Excuse me, Sisters,” Joanna offered, but I suggest that total nudity is too much in light of Amy’s previous standing, and I think she should be allowed some panties, don't you?”
“What might you have in mind, dear Sister?” Beatrice asked.
Joanna reached in to a bag that sat by her chair. “Something like this,” she said holding up the tiny white G-string that I had been made to wear at Joanna’s last training session. “And as a constant reminder of her sinful and loathsome behavior here today, she will only be allowed this one pair, which she will wear in all waking hours every day and will only remove them to wash them out by hand every night.
“If I might add,” Martha chimed in, “it would be an even better reminder it she were to be required to wear the item backward at all times.”
There were gasps among the Sisters, with Elaine and Barbara looking at one another with their mouths open in shock.
“A lovely idea, Sister Martha,” Beatrice said. “Slut, stand her up and put the item on her.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I said, reaching over to Joanna to take the tiny G-string. I held Amy’s feet up one at a time for her to step into the strings, then slid it up her legs and pulled it up tight into her crotch, pulling around the mass of black hair between her legs with the triangle of white silk in her butt crack.
“Turn around and show us,” Joanna ordered.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” Amy answered, turning and bending slightly to show the scrap of fabric over her butt hole, which was also quite hairy.
“Turn back around, bitch” Martha commanded.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” Amy answered, her voice quivering in shame.
The strings disappeared in the mass of Amy’s pube hair and the waist string was pulled tight up under a small roll of fat at the base of her belly. She seemed in pretty good shape for her age, which I guessed to be about mid 40’s.
But I couldn’t take my eyes off that huge bush of black hair that was inches from my face and then I noticed a couple of stray gray ones in there.
“ I think we need some remedy for the proper display of this item,” Joanna said. “Slut, bring the incline table over here.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I said jumping up again to get the table that I had lain on to receive the cunt whipping and I brought it to the front.
“Barbara, do you have a clipper with you?” Joanna asked.
“Yes, I do, and I think I know just what you have in mind,” Sister Barbara answered, producing a small battery clipper from her pocket. “How about a center stubble stripe?”
“Exactly,” Joanna said. “About an inch either side of the crease. All right, bitch, on your slutty back onto the bench, head down and slut you are to squat and hold her head between your thighs.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I answered, putting myself where Irene had been holding me earlier in the day. Amy laid back and Martha quickly reached over and pulled the G-string off her hips.
“Take her knees and spread them wide and hold them there,” Martha snapped.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I said, pulling her knees up and out.
Sister Barbara clicked on the clippers and quickly shaved a reverse landing strip up the middle of Amy’s cunt, leaving stubble about an eighth of an inch. “How’s that?” she asked.
“Lovely, just lovely,” Beatrice answered. “And I think it’s only proper that Amy keep that stripe in exactly that stubble condition throughout her retraining, agreed?”
All nodded in agreement and Joanna spoke up. “In fact she should not only maintain the stubble stripe, but I think that as part of her Degradation, she should not be allowed to shave any other part of her body above mid-thigh until further notice.”
“Oh, yes, Sister Joanna,” echoed Elaine. “And since she is no longer allowed to be Sister Amy, I think we should give her a training name, along with a reminder of it.” Elaine stood up and walked over to Amy spread out on the bench. She raised her skirt and straddled Amy’s belly as she opened the cap on a purple Sharpie marker. “Since Amy has always been almost sinfully proud of her chest, why don’t give her another constant reminder of proper behavior?” Elaine asked casually as she wrote “nipple” on Amy’s right breast above the nipple and “bitch” on the left one. Elaine sat back and bounced on Amy’s belly a couple of times and she laughed. “What do you think, Sisters?”
“I think that’s wonderful, and so appropriate,” Joanna giggled. “And she should keep that title legible at all times and be subject to inspection by any Full Member of our Sisterhood at any time as well.”
“Oh yes,” Beatrice agreed. “Nipple bitch, you have heard the order have you not?”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” Amy said though her voice was somewhat muffled by my thighs, which were beginning to burn from the squat position I was forced to hold.
“While she’s in position, how about some discomfort as prescribed?” Martha asked as she stood up and without waiting for agreement she picked up a strap and began to swat Amy right down the center of her newly shaved stripe.
“There’s my six, who’s next?” she asked, then bent over Amy’s face. “What do you have to say for yourself, bitch?
“Thank you Ma’am, for your attention to my discomfort,” Amy answered through sobs of pain. Boy, those had to hurt bad, I thought.
Joanna stood up next with her riding crop.
“Waltz time for me,” Joanna said, stroking each upper thigh then one down the middle as she sang “One two three, one two three, one two three,” in time to the crop’s strokes. She even hummed a few strains of The Blue Danube as she continued the strokes until she had landed at least a dozen on each spot.
“Thank you Ma’am, for your attention to my discomfort,” Amy repeated as Joanna sat back down and nodded to Elaine.
Elaine stepped over to the bench without any implement, but instead reached down and grabbed a handful of hair from each side of Amy’s crotch. She lifted Amy’s ass several inches off the bench then let go so that Amy crashed down
“That fat ass could use some exercise, I think,” Elaine said as she picked up Amy’s hips again and let them go. When she was about to lift again Barbara jumped up and interjected.
“Wait, I have an addition to this, Sisters.” She rushed to the side of the room, opened a drawer and came back with a pinkish rubber pad. “Lift and drop her again, dear Sister,” Barbara said. Elaine grinned and lifted Amy again by her pubes and Barbara placed the pad which I now realized was an old style ‘whoopee cushion.’ As Amy’s butt dropped back to the bench a loud farting splat noise came from the cushion and all the Sisters laughed like crazy.
“Would you care to help me here, Sister?” Elaine snorted through her nearly uncontrollable laughter. Elaine stood to one side and Barbara stood on the other and they each pulled Amy up even higher than before to let her fall back on the farting noises of the cushion. After another five or six lifts, the fun was wearing off but Amy was gasping and whining from the pain of being lifted by her twat hair. They took their seats and Sister Beatrice stood between Amy’s spread legs with her little gloved hand on the rod that she had used on me. She took a practice swing that landed squarely on Amy’s twat and Amy shrieked.
“Slut, muffle the bitch,” Joanna said to me, motioning for me to sit down onto Amy’s face to muffle her scream. I complied, settling my crotch over Amy’s mouth and rocking my ass against her nose, as Miss Josie loved to do to me during my training with Mistress Joanna.
Sister Beatrice followed through with ten full strokes on Amy’s cunt, those little lead weights marking her good and I could see her labia swelling as they reddened.
“Get her up, slut,” Beatrice said to me as she finished and turned back to her seat. “Remove the bench and bring the pink tray from the side table.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I answered moving the bench back and looking for the tray. It was long and narrow with two slight depressions near the center. As I brought if over Amy was ordered back down to her knees on the gravel tray.
“Stand behind her and lift her tits with the tray,” Joanna ordered.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I said as I followed her instructions. Amy’s large boobs were presented on the tray, cupped into the two depressions on it. Joanna leaned forward toward Amy and flicked her crop over Amy’s nipples, tapping and slapping in quick time with expert strokes. Amy groaned and gritted her teeth as the pain in her nipples increased with the incessant slapping of the crop. Sister Joanna sat back in her chair as Martha stood up and approached Amy. She carried a slapper.
“Drop the tray and pull the tits up by the nipples,” Martha ordered.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I replied, picking up those big tits and pulling them up to expose the creamy white undersides.
“Those will redden up nicely, don't’ you think?” Martha asked the Sisters, proceeding with her slapper before an answer could be heard. All I could really hear were the slaps from Martha’s implement and Amy’s grunts and groans from each stroke landing under her massive boobs. Martha was obviously enjoying her task as she worked back and forth up the sides and down onto Amy’s belly then up to her armpits then back down to the exposed undersides. Sweat stains were appearing on Martha’s blouse as she finally stepped back and resumed her seat.
Sister Beatrice looked at her colleagues. “Any more discomfort for the moment, Sisters?”
“Degradation demands a public urination,” Joanna said. “For both these bitches,” she added.
“Of course,” Beatrice nodded. She punched an intercom button. “Bring in a large pitcher of treated water and two bowls.”
“Oh Sister Beatrice, don’t you agree that slut sucking from a low pan would be a better treatment?” Joanna insisted.
“Why not?” Martha chimed in.
“Wait a moment. Bring two sheet pans instead of bowls,” Beatrice said into the intercom. She looked at me still holding Amy’s tits by the nipples. “Release the bitch and you may remove the kneeling trays.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I replied with genuine gratitude as I picked up the two heavy trays and put them aside. As I was returning to my place in front of the Sisters I saw a woman coming from a separate room in the back. She was really fat and wearing only a clear plastic apron with “Toilet Trash” in red letters across the front. She also had her nipples colored a bright red and they were sticking through holes in the front of the apron’s bib. She carried a large pitcher and two baking pans.
She set the pitcher aside and placed a pan in front of Amy and me and began pouring the cloudy liquid into one pan then the other. When she had emptied the pitcher she stood and curtsied to the Sisters. As she curtsied I saw that her wide ass was nearly covered with large welts over the discolorations of bruises that had gone from purple to the yellowish hue as they heal and eventually disappear. It looked to me that those marks wouldn’t be gone before a new set would take their place.
Joanna noticed my attention to the fat woman as she returned to the room at the rear. “We might train you to be Toilet Trash one day soon, slut,” she grinned at me. “But now, it’s time for you two to drink up, so get down to the trays and slurp up all that water.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” we said in unison as we both bent to the trays in front of us. I started lapping at the water when I felt a fist in my hair, swishing my head back and forth.
“Don’t drink like some dog bitch” Elaine growled at me. “Slurp and suck with an open mouth, like a vacuum cleaner and get it all sucked up.” She released her grip and I opened my mouth to do as she ordered.
“You have one minute to drain your dish,” Martha said.
Amy and I were both slurping and sucking as fast as we could when my peripheral vision caught a flash of yellow, then saw Joanna’s hand with one of her mustard squeeze bottles coming toward my face. I felt then smelled the awful acrid stench of stale piss as she squirted some on my forehead and into the tray. I glanced and saw that she was giving Amy some too. Amy jumped up a bit, shaking her head. It seemed as though Joanna had squirted some in her eye.
“Get back down to your business, bitch, and suck it all up” Joanna said as I caught a sideways glimpse her unscrewing the top of the bottle. I heard it pouring into Amy’s tray. I felt her pouring a bit of it over my head and then dumping the rest of the contents into my tray right in front of me. The water had a strange metallic taste and now it was mixed with the putrid mix of stale piss and as I sucked up the last of the liquid in my pan I heard Sister Martha announce that the allowed minute was up.
“Attention!” Sister Martha barked. We both rose up to our knees with backs straight, my hands clasped behind my head and the vile liquid dripping down my face. Amy still wore the collar with her wrists in the cuffs attached. I saw that my pan was pretty empty. Amy’s still had a bit of water in one corner along with a trace of dark yellow piss. “Oh, bitch, that’s going to cost you,” Martha said.
|
|
|