Chapter 39.
It was several days before Stewart had the opportunity to enquire how badly
Daley had fared in the hands of Miss Charlotte. It took some time for the story
to unfold as she was still in a state of fury at the way she had been used, not
only by the "stuck-up young kid" but also by her "bastard" of a father. Neither
of them appeared to have had any concern for her as a person. She was just there
it would seem, for them to use as they wished. He found that recounting his
truly amazing experience with Mrs Parsons seemed to break the ice, and encourage
her to overcome her wide-eyed fascination with his story in recounting her own.
Daley's story started when the prisoners used for the sexual demonstration were
dismissed to their owners:
Miss Charlotte got into the driving seat, and looking into the driving mirror,
she studied Daley's face. She had not been given permission to wash so her face
and dishevelled hair still showed evidence of her manual skill with Nevitt.
"A very educational afternoon, and rather amusing in places too, wouldn't you
agree girl?"
Daley sat in the middle of the cold leather seat. She had redonned her rather
skimpy attire and as instructed was sitting on her palms, legs wide apart. "Yes
Miss." She replied.
"Yes, I think the boy had some fun, well, at least one of them did. I can see
it must have been a little frustrating for you girls. Perhaps we can remedy
that later this week"
Charlotte started the car smirking at her words, knowing that they would have
done nothing to put Daley's mind at rest. As they drove Daley reflected on the
past few hours. They had been particularly shaming, full of humiliation pain
and, yes frustration. But worst of all had been the feeling of total
powerlessness as more and more degrading acts took place. One of the men had
finally been allowed to ejaculate, but leading up to it had not been enjoyable
for them with the painful testicle flicks and the bags of ice used to postpone
their moment of coming. The intimate examinations had been bad enough, but the
demonstration of oral sex had required the use of the leather strap to encourage
her participation. The only saving grace for the prisoners selected to give the
intercourse demonstrations was, that having assumed the required positions, they
only had to perform a few thrusts before freezing. Then the students were
allowed to closely examined their bodies before watching them move into an even
more personal action. The session had left her not only totally humiliated but
also the most frustrated she had ever been. And here they were, on their way
back to Charlotte's home. Given her very personal interest in the girl-prisoner,
there was undoubtedly more pain and degradation to come.
It was not long before the tyres crunched on the gravel drive and Charlotte
drove the car round to the stable block.
"OK, playtime is over and now I have some work for you. Through that door
girl". Charlotte indicated a double door that led into a large barn. Daley
entered and discovered a sawdust covered arena clearly used for training horses.
"I rather enjoyed putting you through your paces at the correctional facility
but I regretted not to have the opportunity to school you properly. Well now I
have the chance. Strip girl and go and stand on that straw bale. Daley didn't
hesitate, removing her clothes and underwear and mounting the straw bale before
taking up the expected present position. Miss Charlotte retrieved her riding hat
from a hook and put it on to complete her riding dress.
"You will no doubt be grateful to know the centre has your education fully to
heart. Prior to your arrival they sent me these toys. " Charlotte held up a
tangle of thin leather cords which Daley immediately recognised as the very
uncomfortable understrap she had been made to wear on her last meeting with this
she-devil.
"Legs apart!"
Charlotte fitted the girth tightly around Daley's waist and pulled it tight
between her legs. "On your back girl, legs up and apart" Daley lay back on the
bale displaying all the personal parts that had so recently on view to the
students. Charlotte carefully arranged the knots to cause the greatest
irritation on her anus, perineum and directly on the clitoris.
"Not finished yet girlie. This is called a leading rein. We use it on horses
to control them as they trot around this schooling arena. We usually attach it
to a bit, so open wide while I buckle this around your neck". Daley opened wide
as a serrated metal bit was placed between her teeth, then pulled back into the
edges of her tender mouth as the leather neck strap was done up to hold it in
place. Her jaw was forced open and the taste of the metal and some sort of
disinfectant lay on her depressed tongue.
"Right girl," said Charlotte," as she attached the leading rein to her head,
"only one more thing to do". She forced Daley's arms behind her back and
strapped them wrist to elbow, a position that kept her chest pointed out and
limited any use of hand or arms for balance.
"What I expect from you is a high stepping action around this ring. I will use
this carriage whip to encourage you. And ...walk on...."
Daley felt an agonising sting on her right buttock as the lead pellet at the end
of the carriage whip bit into her. She immediately started high stepping in a
circle around the edge of the floor as Charlotte, standing dead centre and
holding the leading rein in one hand, used the whip to encourage a higher and
faster gait. It was not long before she had Daley trotting, then cantering
around the floor, then a final slash to get her doing two circuits at the gallop
before allowing her to pause for a rest.
"You might think you are fit girl, but you have a long way to go yet."
Charlotte allowed Daley a few moments rest while she set up a selection of low
jumps around the perimeter of the ring. She stood in a half squat to relieve the
pressure of the understrap, with her mouth dribbling saliva from around the bit.
The flicks from the riding whip always seemed to hit one of the sore swathes
from her earlier strapping.
"Up you get, girlie!"
Daley stood as Charlotte then opened a small wooden box. Inside was a pair of
vicious looking nipple clamps, along with a selection of weights.
"I think we can start of with these four ounce ones, unfortunately I can only
keep your nipples clamped for around 15 minutes at a time but they are certainly
firm enough to hold them up."
Daley braced for the pain as the clips were attached directly to her delicate
teats and then gasped as the weights were allowed to drop.
"OK Daley, still high stepping but when you come to a jump you will rise over it
as high as you can. I don't accept "refusals" from my horses and I certainly
won't from you!"
Daley commenced her second run but faltered as she came to a wooden jump. The
stinging pellet caught her just under the overhang of her bottom and encouraged
her to pick up the pace again and make it over the jump. A repetition of the
sharp sting of incentive at just the right time before the next hurdle convinced
her that Charlotte was an expert in schooling horses and obviously didn't
believe in training by kindness. By then the pain from her nipple rings had
merged with the agony from the chaffing understrap.
The two women spent an hour in total; one enjoying the schooling and the other
wishing the earth would swallow her up. The finale was a run through the horse
bath, which was not only cold and foul smelling, but deep enough to cover
Daley's head. Only the insistent tug of the leading rein got her through the
deep bath and back to dry land.
"Very mediocre. Obviously we will need to try that again tomorrow. We will then
see if the heavier nipple weights encourage you more" Charlotte removed the
clamps and Daley almost doubled up as the agony of blood returning into the
flattened nipples.
"Clearly girl, your self control is in need of a lot of training as well as
everything else. I haven't even begun to train you for dressage with a really
strict regime. In the meantime stand to the present and do not move!"
Daley struggled to meet the position, tears of pain trickling from her eyes.
Charlotte studied her with a malicious gleam in her eyes. She had put Daley
through far more than she had expected to be able to do. Her parents had warned
her not to overdo things with her first ever servant and she had tried not to,
but somehow, it was hard to stop. It was purely Daley's physical fitness and
ability to stand punishment that had carried her this far. Charlotte sensibly
decided that the time had come to call a halt - for the moment at least. As
Daley trembled in the present Charlotte undid all the harness and the damp
understrap and put them aside until next needed.
She allowed Daley some time to recover and then instructed her to take a shower,
wash her hair and body and make her way to the house kitchen.
15 minutes later Daley arrived, still naked not having had instructions to
dress. Her bruised, red nipples were clearly evident as were the sore, chafed
areas at the top of her legs to front and rear. However frustrated she may have
felt earlier in the day the understrap had rubbed away any thought of illicit
masturbation.
As she entered the kitchen she saw her fellow prisoner on hands and knees
scrubbing the kitchen tiles, her long hair hanging in lank, sweaty strands. Her
clothing consisted of a cropped T-shirt and high cut knickers, which showed off
the numerous weals on her thighs and buttocks. The leather tabbed riding crop
on the kitchen sink indicated the cause. Charlotte was waiting:
"Come in girl and don't be shy. My mother believes that any servant has to
earn their keep, but now that we can use you prisoners for the work, she will
expect nothing but total effort. Normally, there is a standard list of chores
awaiting you but on this occasion you have been give to me to supervise. Your
colleague will therefore have the work of two to deal with. No real hardship,
she will have to sweat a bit that's all. Follow me"
She tried to give her fellow prisoner a glance of apology, but the woman was too
tired to even raise her head. The girl was only too aware that in addition to
serving a meal and providing any amusement that might be required, a full
evening of drudgery awaited. And tomorrow would be the same.
Daley followed her young mistress up the stairs to a large attractive bedroom.
More horsey than feminine there was nonetheless evidence of female occupation
with clothes scattered around the room and spilt make-up on the floor. Charlotte
turned towards her.
"First we'll dress you and then you can clean and tidy this room while I have
dinner. I'll bring you some food and water when I get back. Put this leotard
on".
An insubstantial wisp of material was thrust at her. As she slipped it on, she
quickly realised that it was less of a leotard and more of an insubstantial body
stocking made of large mesh black fishnet. The in-built wire breast supports
were uncomfortable, as was the high cut crotch. Moments later a pair of
matching self-supporting stockings were handed to her along with a pair of black
backless shoes with 4" heels.
"No reason why you shouldn't be a little decorative while you work." smirked
Charlotte. There was no doubt that Daley with her chubby attractive figure,
worlds apart from the waif like picture of super-models, looked the embodiment
of a young mans wet dream. Daley worked steadily to clear up the room, unsure
of when the young vixen would return. As she bent to pick up a pair of crumpled
and sweaty knickers she heard the door open; she turned and sprung to attention.
Entering the room was an older man, clearly Charlotte's father, who, having been
given a naughty wink by his daughter, had made excuses at the dinner table and
quickly popped upstairs to see what was on offer. He was not disappointed, and
the brief rear view of Daley bent over had immediately given him an erection.
As a businessman he had to act in a proper manner at work, despite the
attractions of some of his staff. He had plenty of mental images of what he
would like to do to some of them, but they were out of reach. His wife's
connection with the Correctional Service allowed him opportunities to indulge in
acts that would have got him sued at work.
"I thought the position for prisoners was the present," he snapped. Daley
didn't dare argue and leapt into the demanded position with elbows well back,
lifting her firm breasts even higher. He admired the view with almost nothing
hidden by the fishnet material. He reached forward to ensure the nipples poked
through a hole. The soreness from the prolonged exercising with nipple clamps
and weights remained and she winced. He tugged them harder to keep her in
position.
"Stop trying to act coy" he said, "probably sentenced for soliciting I'd guess"
Daley knew any attempt to discuss the causes of her imprisonment would only lead
to a reason to punish her, so she held her tongue at the insulting comment.
"Turn round, legs spread and put your hands flat on the floor!"
Daley did so and immediately felt a hand exploring the weals on the exposed
buttocks before rough fingers slid between her legs and fondled her indecently.
He tried to push his fingers inside her but the material limited the depth.
Despite the fully shaming exploration of her body earlier in the day, this much
less invasive examination seemed just as humiliating. A hard slap across her
nates and then the order to stand and face forwards again.
"My daughter says that you have nice tits," he said crudely, "let's see them."
Daley quickly slid her arms out of the shoulder straps and rolled the body
stocking to her waist, taking up the present as he mauled and bounced her sore
breasts about. He asked her if she enjoyed her dressage training earlier and
promised to try to drop by the barn for her next session in case Charlotte was
being too kind and gentle with her. He turned to go back down to his dinner.
"Stay dressed like that" was his parting shot.
Daley completed her tasks, breasts on display. She thought how, at some time,
she would have to submit to the man's lecherous demands knowing that they would
undoubtedly be designed to humiliate and hurt.
Moments later the door opened and once again she turned and stood, half
expecting his return. Instead Charlotte stood there, a mock look of disgust on
her face.
"How dare you display your udders in such a flagrant way? That merits a BRD
report to the Centre, especially if you have done it to insult me. Yes that's
it; just because my breasts are smaller than yours you are trying to humiliate
me. Well girl I promise you, having seen a breast punishment session, I can
promise you that you will never repeat such an insult."
Daley knew that it would be useless to try and explain, and that Charlotte's
goal was simply to cause as much pain for her as possible. All she could do was
try and limit the level. She swallowed what little there was left of her pride
and tried to abase herself in the hope of some kindness in return.
"Sorry Miss," she stuttered, "It was unintentional. Could I please have an
'unofficial' instead?
"You know that the rules forbid that girl. Are you trying to get me into
trouble?" Inwardly Charlotte was triumphant knowing that any complaints or
comments from prisoners would be disregarded, as long as no permanent marks were
left. Owners needed and had a free hand with servants, but she just loved
hearing Daley beg for punishment.
"No Miss... really. I just want to apologise in some way"
Daley hated herself for what she was saying, but she too had seen a Breast
Punishment and had no wish to undergo the full, prolonged and agonising
strapping or caning that was involved.
"I might consider it. Make yourself decent, and run me a bath. When I get back
you will give me three ideas on how I should punish those udders of yours - I
may choose, one, all, or none so your ideas had better be original."
Charlotte returned to her after dinner coffee, smirking inside, knowing the
thoughts of horror that were going through Daley's head at having to choose her
own punishment and pain. As she passed the kitchen she heard a brief gasp from
her parent's servant, and entered the dining room to see her father's chair
empty, guessed what was causing it!
Upstairs Daley made herself 'decent' and started to run a bath. He mind had
gone blank. What punishments would seem grim but minimised the pain she would
receive to her delicate orbs? She looked around the bathroom for inspiration
and immediately discarded the idea of the pincushion sitting on the side. A
look in the bathroom cabinet only seemed to highlight other horrors and peeking
into the bedroom to see the clutter of horse crops and other riding implements,
served but to increase her despair.
Charlotte smiled as she entered the room, watching Daley spring to attention by
the bath where she had been topping up the hot water. The stress of the day was
showing on her face, and the job of devising her own punishment had obviously
not contributed to her peace of mind.
"I hope that bath is the right temperature girlie", said Charlotte, "I want a
nice long relaxing soak, I have had a tiring day keeping you in line."
"Yes miss", replied Daley. "Did you want any bath oils to be added?"
"I certainly don't intend to smell as ripe as you did in the car, girl. Put in
two capfuls of the green mixture, then you can help me get undressed".
She waited while Daley quickly added the oils and then stood still as she
started to remove the young girl's clothes. She gave her minimal help as first
her blouse, then her skirt were removed. Standing in delicate and feminine
underwear, Daley was unsure how to proceed until a stinging slap in the face
encouraged her to remove firstly, the stockings and suspender belt, then the bra
and finally a pair of knickers. The young girl's thighs were strong and muscled
from the many hours of horse riding, and her bottom was also well shaped with
the hours of butt clenching exercise on a bouncing saddle. Daley could see the
reason for her ringing ears - Charlotte had well-developed arm muscles from
holding strong stallions in check with the reins. In fact the only drawback to
her figure were the small breasts, and Daley wished with all her heart that hers
were the same. Having well shaped, firm large boobs had only served to
encourage jealousy which had resulted in unfair pain and degradation whilst she
was serving her sentence.
Charlotte unselfconsciously walked through to the bathroom. There was a great
deal of difference between choosing to strip in front of someone and being
ordered to! From her point of view being naked in front of Daley just rubbed in
the lack of choice that the prisoner-servant had to endure. In full view of her
servant she used the toilet leaving Daley to flush, then eased her way into the
water and lay back.
"Ok girl, get a flannel and slowly soap me. You can start with my neck and
shoulders."
Daley rubbed some soap into a flannel and started to gently wash away the cares
of the day - for Charlotte at least. She was made to remain standing rather than
allowed to kneel next to the bath. She bent at the waist and moved very slowly
realising that her mistress would expect a long, leisurely soak with her
servant's hands gently roaming over her body. Daley had not got any impression
the girl was a lesbian but certainly the clothing she wore and the very personal
maid service she was requiring left the possibility open!
Slowly, leisurely, her hands swirled over shoulders, neck and back, then with a
twitch of Charlottes finger she started to soap further down over the sides of
the body, over the small breasts and on down past the waist to the legs. Both
muscled legs were raised in turn to be supported with one hand by the
servant-girl as the other wiped the flannel up and down and around the feet.
After half-an-hour her back was aching from the continual bending but she
carried on, well aware that her comfort was not even part of the equation. As
the water slowly cooled Charlotte spoke.
"Right, I am getting out in a moment. You may wash between my legs, but the
slightest hint of impropriety and you will pay with a strap across the fingers."
Daley was most careful to gently ease the flannel between Charlottes legs, and
delicately swab her vulva before bending farther and, even more gently, passing
the flannel over and around the bottom cheeks and, ever so gently, into the
crack.
Charlotte stood, and Daley helped her out of the bath, wrapping her in a large
cotton bath towel.
"You haven't even bothered to warm the towel," screamed Charlotte. "Get me a
crop from my bedroom". Daley sprang out of the bathroom, cursing her lack of
foresight. She sorted through a collection of riding equipment choosing what
looked like the gentler of the whips. It was a thin plaited leather-riding crop
with a flexible metal core. Designed to instil obedience into the hide of a
horse, she realised it would be a bitch for her to take. She turned to find
Charlotte had followed her closely, hand held out and eyes blazing. She handed
the crop over and without instruction turned, bent and grasped her ankles. .
The thin strand of body stocking had long since bunched up into her crack
leaving a wide canvas on which Charlotte could work, a canvas already red,
bruised and exquisitely tender from her earlier correction by Mrs Parsons. It
would have been easier for Charlotte to position herself for the thrashing, but
instead she used the tab of the crop to prod and poke the frightened victim into
the correct position. Legs straight and slightly parted, buttocks taught and
thrusting upwards into a tempting target. It took all her self-control not to
let go as four searing strokes swiftly fell. They had not been aimed, yet all
managed to impact across her unprotected nates and round the side of her right
thigh with the leather tab. Charlotte threw the crop to the side.
" You will now dry and cream me. Any more faults like that and you will get the
same strokes but on the inside of your thighs."
She slowly stood upright relieving some of the tightness as the weals formed
into ridges on her buttocks. Blinking back the tears and sniffing to prevent her
nose dripping, she carried out the order. Before too long Charlotte was lying
on the bed, face down and awaiting the girl who was getting a jar of expensive
cream from the dressing table. Moments later Daley started on a further
backbreaking session as she stooped over the low bed against the tightness of
her searing buttocks and commenced a slow, hour-long massage of Charlottes back,
arms and legs.
Charlotte must have dozed off lying there but when she woke she still felt the
hands, gently kneading and smoothing. Should she turn over and get her front
done? No, time for that later. First the amusement.
"My dressing gown girl". She stood to allow Daley to slip it onto her
shoulders, then turning and doing up the belt she gestured Daley to assume the
Present. As Daley's hand went behind her neck Charlotte grabbed the breasts and
viciously mauled them.
"Oh yes, nearly forgot, you were going to convince me not to report you. Take
off that leotard, and pour me a glass of wine. You can leave your stockings and
shoes on."
The moment had come and Daleys stomach went cold. She quickly slipped out of
the body stocking, and walked over to the dresser to pour a glass of red wine.
Her rear view gave Charlotte a satisfactory look at the crop marks, which stood
out on the firm buttocks. Charlotte took the proffered wine, and sat back in an
easy chair, crossing her legs, careless of the flash of young pussy hair she was
showing.
Daley stood in front of her, once again at the present, showing off the targets
of the forthcoming pain.
"OK girl, convince me, now what ideas have you got to make me forget giving you
a BRD report?"
Daley thought that she had made up her mind, but now the moment was here she was
not so sure. The thought of leaving the decision to the Correctional Centre
Governor spurred her forward
"One possibility Miss is that you could clip clothes pegs to my breasts, perhaps
a dozen to each breast?"
"That's it, is it? your bright original idea to save yourself a breast
flogging. Pitiful, your other two ideas had better be more original, and
incorporate a lot more punishment element if you really want me to help you"
" Please Miss. Alternatively I thought you might like to bind my breasts tight
and then you could flick the nipples with an elastic band."
Charlotte dismissively shook her head. Daley desperately discarded her last
option of having her boobs immersed in ice water and went for an option she had
originally discarded as too extreme.
"Or lastly Miss you could light a candle and drip wax over them."
Inside Charlotte felt excited by Daley's suggestions but she made sure not to
let it show.
"You really are trying to get off lightly aren't you? Well I am not impressed
by those ideas. Yes, well try them, we'll try all three, but believe me I don't
accept it as sufficient so we will add some of my ideas to it. Run down and get
a bag of pegs."
Daley ran to the kitchen and grabbed the peg bag that had given her the idea
originally. She returned and held them out to her mistress.
"Why should I do the work, you lazy cow? Start putting them on yourself, I
don't want to see any pegs left in the bag and make sure that you divide them
equally."
Daley gritted her teeth and started with a peg on each nipple. They were not a
strong as the nipple clamps she had earlier experienced but they certainly
caused pain. Slowly she started adding pegs around her breasts, really wincing,
as the soft under breast skin was pinched time after time. The peg bag was
almost empty when she ran out of space. She looked imploringly at her mistress
with the three remaining pegs in her hand. Charlotte beckoned her forward and
taking the three pegs clipped one to each of Daley's pussy lips, and opening
Daley's mouth she clipped the last to the tip of her tongue.
"In the present and don't move" Charlotte turned to a draw and removing a
digital camera, took a number of photos, smiling as she did so. Then she
collected a length of elastic and tying one end to the door hand she handed the
other with a slipknot to Daley.
"OK you can remove the pegs now. You will slip the elastic over a peg and then
slowly back away in the present position. Start with your nipples."
Daley couldn't for the moment believe it, but then she slipped the elastic over
the peg attached to her right nipple, tightened the slipknot and, arms behind
her neck, backed away from the door. Firstly the elastic stretched, then her
breast flesh stretched the nipple elongating by almost an inch before, with a
painful 'ping' the peg was pulled off completely. The painful nip of the
remaining pegs was intensified as her breast rebounded back into its natural
position. A glance at Miss Charlotte convinced her to continue, so she
retrieved the elastic and repeated the exercise on the other nipple peg. As she
worked her way through all the pegs on her breasts the pain remained constant.
Some pegs slipped off easily while others stretched her breast flesh intolerably
before they flew off. And worst of all she had to inflict this pain on herself.
Throughout this her tormentor continued to smile and take photographs of the
spectacle.
Finally only the pegs on her pussy lips and the one on her tongue remained. She
turned imploringly to Charlotte, who with a cat-like grin, shook her head and
pointed at the pegs poking obscenely from the top of her legs. Daley connected
the elastic for the final ordeal. The first peg was stubborn and the pain as
her delicate nether lip was stretched was almost beyond bearing. The second peg
was even worse but it was the final peg on her tongue that almost caused her to
rebel. The pain of the stretching tongue transmitted itself to the root and she
almost gave up but a sudden tug on her hair from Charlotte forced her neck far
enough back for the peg to finally fly off.
"Turn round girl". Charlotte examined the bruised breasts and nipples, the
pinch marks showing clearly. The hair hid any marks on her nether lips. She
forced Daley's mouth open and examined the tongue, which looked normal to her
apart from some redness , but to the victim it felt as if it had swollen to
twice its size. "That wasn't too bad was it girlie. What's the matter? Cat
got your tongue. Stay there while I get some bits and pieces".
Charlotte smirked as she left Daley in the Present.
On her return the noticed the pinch marks had faded leaving red marks and a few
small bruises to show where the pegs had been.
"Here girl, this will help. Stick those udders in this" Charlotte presented a
washing up bowl part filled with ice-cubes and water. Daley took it and placed
it on the bedside table then slowly lowered her breasts into the freezing water.
She gasped as the cold water soaked around her sore globes, but managed to
follow the order and submerge them entirely. It was almost a relief.
"Keep your legs straight and apart, bend the waist to 90 degrees and remain in
the present while your breasts are in the water." As your tongue and vulva also
suffered, I think we can help them too."
Charlotte picked up some ice cubes, placing two in Daley's mouth and fingered
four into Daley's vagina from between her legs. Daley shuddered as they went
in, but managed to remain in the backbreaking position.
"As soon as the ones in your vagina have melted you will tell me and you will
ask me to stuff some more in, OK Girl ?"
She couldn't answer so she nodded her head despairingly. Charlotte lay back on
her bed to scan through the photos on her digital camera, occasionally looking
up to enjoy the scene and twice getting up at the bent girl's request to fill
her with more ice. For Daley the brief relief of pain had long ago been
replaced by the numbing ache of freezing, both to her breasts and internally.
The cool water released from the ice cubes ran down the insides of her thighs.
Finally Charlotte, growing a little bored, ordered her to stand, dry herself and
present herself for inspection. The bruising and pinch marks had gone although
the skin was somewhat blue. The aureole had shrunk and wrinkled and the nipples
had contracted to a third of their size. She flicked them with her fingernails
but there was only minimal reaction.
" Looks like we need to warm them up a bit" Charlotte commented and turning she
picked up a handful of leather thongs she had collected from downstairs. Having
made her bend over from the waist so that her chilled breasts hung down, she
proceeded to bind the first two tightly around the base of each breast,
squeezing the breasts into a pair of large balls hanging from her chest. A
second set of thongs went midway and even tighter, producing two bulging rings
of flesh instead of the beautiful breasts that were the norm. The bluish colour
had rapidly been replaced by red as the blood, denied any flow, remained trapped
While painful, it was not the worst punishment she had received to her chest and
Dally was a little relieved, even more so when Charlotte said:
"Your idea of flicking the nipples with rubber bands was juvenile so we will
not bother with that." Moments later her complacency evaporated as Charlotte
paused before adding:
"Into the bathroom and get my electric toothbrush. Make sure the head is
absolutely dry." Dally walked through and was shocked to see the sight of her
bound breasts in the bathroom mirror. She quickly got the toothbrush and went
back to her mistress who was seated on the edge of the bed.
"Kneel. In the Present." The serving girl complied, forcing her chest upwards.
Charlotte was holding the toothbrush in one hand and a small tube in the other.
" Let's stimulate a few nerve-ends," she said.
Firstly she switched on the toothbrush and the whirring bristles were dragged
over the crinkled nipples and around the protruding flesh. While not painful
the dry bristles made it uncomfortable. Then it got worse. Charlotte reached
for the tube. It was abrasive cream that would normally be used to remove hard
skin from feet She transferred an amount of the pinkish paste onto the brush.
Using this as an abrasive it was not long before the girl's breasts, especially
around the nipples, had become tenderised and extremely sensitive. Charlotte
spent about five minutes on each while Dally struggled to remain in position and
not flinch away from the aggravating, painful brushing. Leaving her, Charlotte
left the room for a few minutes returning with a steaming bowl of hot water,
into which she was stirring some white sugar-like substance.
"OK girl, take the toothbrush into the bathroom, wash it and bring me two
flannels. Dally guessed what was coming but had no way of stopping her without
making matters worse. She returned with the face flannels and knelt again.
"Right, you may undo your straps". This was harder than expected as the flesh
has swollen over the knots but before long her right breast had been released.
She groaned as the blood started to circulate painfully. After some struggling
she managed to release her left breast. She took up in the present position,
shuddering as the pain grew. Just as it was starting to recede, Charlotte placed
a wet cloth over each breast. The water was piping hot and the substance that
been dissolved in it was salt. The slightly abraded skin intensified the agony
and Dally squirmed to the floor before Charlotte grabbed her hair and pulled her
back into position. Secretly delighted by the reaction she nonetheless put on
an angry show.
"If you can't control yourself we can start again. You asked for these
punishments so don't try for the sympathy vote. You won't get it from me". She
slapped Daily's face hard, then re-soaking the cloths she replaced them on the
stinging breasts. The girl just managed to remain still but whimpered pitifully.
When the cloths had cooled, they were again dipped in the solution and this time
Charlotte took one hot flannel and one sore breast and rubbed it thoroughly.
Ignoring the moans and pleading for mercy she carefully repeated the procedure
with the other breast until they were inflamed and throbbing painfully.
Leaving the girl to compose herself and to practice her self-control Charlotte
walked over and poured her another glass of wine.
What now? There was plenty of the evening left. Punishment number three or a
bit of fun first? Fun she thought.
She turned . "I guess you could do with a drink". She took a mouthful and,
walking over to the female, placed her mouth over hers. She poked the tip of
her tongue out and Daley recognising an order, opened to receive a mouthful of
warm red wine.
"What do you say girl?" "Thank you Miss", her stomach almost ready to retch.
"Have I told you about my attitude to girlies playing with each other?"
"No Miss."
"Well, I believe that just because another woman is using her hands and tongue
on you, it doesn't make you a lesbian. If you are just lying there, not
reciprocating then it is no more than a sort of three-dimensional masturbation.
I suddenly realised why so many of the more important women in the community
make use of their prisoner servants in this way, despite being married
themselves. It is purely instead of using a vibrator, and has no greater
meaning other than that. I think therefore that I will use you in the same way.
You have no objection to taking the place of my dildo have you girl?"
Daley looked bleakly at her tormentress. She had hoped that it was purely
sadistic entertainment that the girl wanted, but now it looked like she was to
suffer the full range of degradation. She could of course object, but knew that
would only result in another vicious beating and afterwards she would still face
the same problem. It took a few moments but, swallowing hard, she answered:
"It would be an honour Miss."
Later that evening, Charlotte relaxed back into her pillows with a very
satisfied smile on her face. Between her legs her servant-girl continued to
gently lick and tease the labia occasionally darting her tongue into the moist
entrance. She waited for orders, either to stop or, heaven forbid, to start a
second assault. Her neck and tongue ached and she almost had lockjaw form the
continual servicing she had been providing for the last half-hour. The final
moments had been particularly hard, with Charlotte dictating the direction and
pace of licking by harder and faster tugs on Daley's hair. The climax had seen
her mistress's muscular thighs clamping so tightly round her head that she was
in danger of blacking out. Clamping had only been relaxed as the young girl came
down from a prolonged orgasm.
Charlottes satisfaction came not only from the sexual pleasure she had received,
it also came from the thought that older women had been forced to do this
against her will. Admittedly the servant had shown a little reluctance at the
start, but being made to retrieve the riding crop that had earlier been used on
her had achieved more than any verbal threat could. She only had to be gently
touched with it for her attitude to become perfectly obedient. From an easy
start with a delicate sucking of her Mistress's small but sensitive nipples she
was soon required to indulge in much more intimate work on the area between her
legs. True, there had been a muted objection when she was told to use her tongue
on Charlotte's anus, but again a sharp tap with the crop and the problem
disappeared. The girl even had the good sense to appear enthusiastic when it
came to the licking leading to the climax.
Should she let Daley continue? No, she had a better idea.
"OK girlie, not too bad but I think I will suggest that you need a bit more
training when you get back to the Facility." Daley lifted her head, and in
reply to another tug of the hair replied "Yes Miss".
"Still, I don't see why you should do all the work. Lie down on the bed."
Daley couldn't believe it. After her young mistresses comments on Lesbianism
she was about to reciprocate. God, she might even get to come if allowed. She
quickly scooted into position, head on pillows, legs slightly open. Charlotte
looked down on her.
"Hands under your bottom, legs together."
Daley felt foolish. She suddenly realised she had let herself believe, for a
moment, that things might be different but she could see from the sadistic glint
in Charlottes eyes that there would be no let up. Charlotte mounted Daley
facing her head, kneeling with legs either side of the body and with her
buttocks painfully squashing her breasts.
"That was quite a slow relaxing session. Now I want a hard, fast ride, but
don't worry, I'll do all the work, you just provide the tongue".
She moved forward placing her still wet vagina directly over Daley's mouth, her
clitoris and pubic bone nudging her nose, then she lent backwards, her hands
resting on each of Daley's breasts, and with a vicious squeeze of her fingers to
indicate the 'off' she started to move. Her clitoris rubbed against the nose,
while the girl's tongue and lips sucked for all their worth. Charlotte rocked on
the face for all the world as if she were on a horse saddle. Her hands kept
time with the galloping by squeezing and pulling the firm breasts. The
culmination only took a few minutes to arrive and as she peaked she viciously
pinched the nipples causing the unfortunate prisoners tongue to stiffen in agony
as another flow of female juices ran over it. Charlotte remained in position
before commencing another gentle trot, trying to gently come down from her high
and perhaps even achieve another orgasm. After a few minutes she realised it
wasn't going to happen and dismounted, still out of breath and shaking a little
from the experience.
She helped herself to another glass of wine.
"I won't offer you any this time. I am sure you won't want to lose the delicate
flavours you have just experienced". She laughed at her own joke. "Right where
were we. Ah yes, you were trying to persuade me to forget about the BRD. I am
still not convinced. What was your third suggestion?"
"Hot candle wax over my breasts Miss." whispered Daley, partly because of the
fear of the punishment and partly because of the de-hydrated state of her mouth
and throat.
Charlotte smiled and walked over to her nightstand where a large fat candle
stood in a holder.
"I imagine you have to do quite a lot of basic gymnastics at the centre so I
hope you can do the crab!" Daley nodded. " In that case girl go to it."
The prisoner checked the space around her and then did a handstand. Her feet
continued over and within moments she was standing arched on hands and feet, her
body curved upwards and her breasts ideally placed for the forthcoming session.
Charlotte, lighting the candle, spoke:
" You will stay in that position for the duration of this punishment. You will
not move unless I order you to. You will also remain silent. Understood?"
"Yes miss", sobbed Daley her arms already starting to feel the strain. In the
centre they often had to do this exercise and move crab-like around the exercise
floor but at least that allowed some movement of the arms. Staying still for who
knows how long would prove difficult, never mind the added pain of hot candle
wax.
"Brace girlie". The first splatter of hot wax fell straight onto the left
nipple. Without the warning she would have immediately collapsed. She moaned
quietly as drop after drop of molten wax fell on and around her left breast as
it hung down towards her face. The soft underside was ideally exposed by her
position. The wax quickly cooled into a pleasurable warmth but every initial
drop was agony. It took about five minutes for the whole of her breast to be
covered and her arms were almost giving out.
"That's one" smirked Charlotte, impressed at her servant's stoicism. Although
she had demanded silence she rather enjoyed the barely held back groans of
suffering.
The drip onto her right nipple was almost too much to bear and she jolted,
getting ready to collapse.
"You move girlie and I will put you back in this position. But next time I will
make sure that a more sensitive part of your body is covered in wax and the
candle is extinguished by shoving it up that same area"
The words served to spur Daley on to greater endurance and she was able to
maintain position until the whole of her right breast was covered.
"Nearly finished girl. Just a few drops into your belly button. Daley
shuddered as they fell and then she heard Charlotte move away.
"Right, you can move out of position but don't you dare crack the wax bra I have
made for you".
Daley had no more strength to flip back over, so she gently collapsed to one
side, ensuring she protected the wax coated breasts from damage, then stood and
at a gesture from Charlotte assumed, carefully, the present.
"There, not so bad was it?" Daley's drawn face gave the lie to that statement.
"Now after all that effort we need to remove it. It would be simplest to just
slide them off and have a memento of your rather impressive chest. But it would
be more fun to remove them with this!"
From behind her back she produced a stiffly bristled hairbrush and started to
scrub across each breast, slowly removing segments of the wax. The girl was
hard-pressed to keep position and kept murmuring despairingly "Please Miss,
P.p.please Miss." Charlotte had no intention of stopping till she was finished
and by the end both breasts were free of all but a few stubborn pieces of wax.
The coarse brush marks adding to the soreness of the salted areas.
"Clean up the mess girl, then take a shower, clean your teeth and get back
here."
Daley carried out the orders and within ten minutes was standing by the young
girl's bed awaiting the next instruction.
"You may sleep on the floor, beside me. I want a wake up call at 8 am. The
first thing I want to experience when I wake up is your tongue between my legs.
You had better not disturb me getting into position. Understood?"
"Yes miss."
Charlotte pulled the duvet over herself as Daley turned to switch off the light
and lie on the bare floor; her only covering being her stockings and shoes
which, she had replaced after the shower. It would be an uncomfortable and cold
night for her.
Daylight had penetrated the curtains for some hours when Charlotte slowly awoke
from a relaxing dream to feel a gentle lapping between her legs. Daley had been
there some time having cautiously made her way under the duvet. Unlike herself,
Charlotte had not considered it necessary to wash following the excitements of
the previous night so she had to call on all of her self-discipline to apply her
mouth to her mistress's intimate area. She had sensed the young girls awakening
as gentle movements of her vagina had slowly become little thrusts against her
hard-working tongue. Moments later her ears had been gripped in two strong
hands, her face forced deeper into the opening legs and a very forceful thrust
against her lips clearly issued the message to increase her pace. Charlottes
threatening verbal command to "Work it girlie" was unnecessary as Daley put all
her skills into pleasing the vixen. It was not long before Charlotte came and
the servant was kicked out from beneath the covers dishevelled, hot and
breathless.
"You're getting better girl but we still need to practice. Now downstairs and
get me coffee. Pull the curtains before you go."
The girl did as ordered and made her way downstairs still as nakedly attired as
she had been the night before. Approaching the kitchen she heard the
unmistakable sound of something hitting flesh and opening the door she saw her
fellow prisoner, naked except for high heeled shoes and a short frilly apron,
bending over the kitchen table hands grasping the table edges. Behind her, in
his dressing gown stood Charlottes father, holding a wooden kitchen spoon,
bringing it down hard on the woman's buttocks. Clearly from the bright red
state of them this had been going on for some time, and although the woman must
have been well used too much more severe punishment in the centre it had still
made her eyes water. As Daley entered the kitchen he turned and spoke.
"Ah another one who wants me to say good morning. Get yourself over the table
too." Daley was about to protest but thinking better of it, so she lay meekly
over the table alongside her fellow sufferer and spreading her legs apart waited
for the inevitable. The inevitable being a dozen whacks on the same spot on
each buttock before he resumed punishing the other girl.
He walked round the front of the table and looked down at the two women. He was
a distinguished authoritarian looking male in his late forties with the air of a
man who was only doing his duty. The bulge in his dressing gown betrayed his
enjoyment of the situation.
"Which one of you is going to get rid of my early morning hard-on?" he asked.
Then looking at Daley he said "Why are you here anyway girl?"
" I am getting Miss Charlotte some Coffee Sir."
" Then get to it". As Daley stood he walked round to her and lifted her breasts
by the nipples. "They look a similar shade to your arse. My daughter been
putting them to work?"
"Yes sir, she has." She answered through gritted teeth as his long fingers
roughly mauled the tender globes. He slapped her on the bottom dismissively,
then walked back round the table opening his dressing gown as he did so. His
erection poked forward obscenely and he ran it across the lips of the woman
still lying across the table.
"Looks like an early breakfast for you," he commented. Without any order she
opened her mouth and started to gently lick and caress the tip of his penis.
Daley moved forward to prepare a tray, conscious of the sounds behind her. As
the kettle boiled she saw from the corner of her eye the penis entering the
mouth and the girls cheeks hollowing as she sucked strongly. By the time the
coffee was poured and the tray ready, it was evident that Charlotte's father was
well into his stride, holding the woman's head firmly as she sucked avidly.
Everyone was well aware that having to keep her body still and her hands griping
the table edge, it was the man that was dictating the pace, and most worryingly
the depth of the oral rape. Daley walked past the couple grateful that it was
not she. She had just go to the door when she heard, the ominous comment: "Your
turn later girl".
Returning to her mistress's room she poured the coffee and handed it to
Charlotte who sat up in bed reading.
"I expect you are wondering what we have planned for today, Daley. Well I am
pleased to say that you will not be bored. In a moment you will deal with some
chores while I finish this book, then I have a little modelling assignment for
you after which we will return to the training barn for another dressage and
jumping session. This time we will try a heavier set of weights on your
nipples, and once you have been round the course a couple of times I will put
some blinkers on you. These will ensure that you cannot see anything in front
of you so you will have to respond purely to my whip commands if you wish to get
round the circuit without fault. Especially as faults will naturally result in
additional strokes."
The short-term future looked extremely bleak. Charlotte pointed to the basket
of dirty laundry that her servant had collected the night before and told her to
sort out her knickers and bras.
She did so, piling the skimpy items into a two neat heaps.
"Those items are very delicate. You will wash them in the bathroom sink. I can
see you from her so don't try to skimp on the cleaning. Use a little soap and
rub them carefully then rinse and bring to me for inspection."
Daley ran some water rubbed in a little soap and started to gently hand wash a
pair of thong style panties.
"You stupid cow. I said those items are delicate, come here!"
Unsure of what she had done she wrong rushed to the young girl's side only to
have her left nipple seized in a vicious pinch.
"Those items are delicate and I don't want your rough hands spoiling them. You
will place each item between your breasts and use your tits to rub them clean.
Understood?"
She nodded. The whole stay was centring round her breasts and the amount of
abuse they could withstand. She carefully placed the pants in her cleavage
then, using her hands either side of her boobs, lowered them into the water and
proceeded to firmly rub the underwear clean.
Charlotte watched as the pile of laundry slowly decreased and Daley's back
breaking, breast-paining work continued. The she got up, slipped on some casual
clothes and opening a draw took out a plastic bag with the name of a sports
outfitters emblazoned on the outside. Peeking in she saw the bra she had bought
as soon as she had heard which girl was to be hers. It was a plain white sports
bra, full-cup, firm material and Daley's actual size. Charlotte, with one
glance back at the bent-over girl, walked downstairs. She entered the kitchen
to see the same sight that had greeted Daley, the prisoner still wearing just a
short apron still bent over the table. The only change this time was that it
was Charlotte's mother flaying the bright red nates with a folded leather belt.
At Charlottes lifted eyebrow she answered "Your father came upstairs to say
that this slut had tried to get out of a beating by offering him a blow job. I
have to go out in a moment otherwise I would teach this slut to keep away from
someone else's husband."
Charlotte smiled. "Don't worry Mummy. I can deal with that for you, in fact I
have a job for her now."
With a final vicious stroke the belt was thrown on to the sobbing servants back,
who laid there crying at the pain and injustice of it all, wondered what
Charlotte had in store for her. Charlotte beckoned her over and gave her a pair
of kitchen gloves and a washing up bowl, then gestured outside.
Twenty minutes later Charlotte walked back into her bedroom. Daley had finished
the washing and was tidying the bathroom sink.
"Right girl, shower, wash your hair and put make-up on. I have said that you
would do a bit of modelling"
Daley knew this did not bode well, but without arguing she quickly stripped off
her skimpy stockings and got into the shower. Charlotte spent the time running
through the digital photos until Daley reappeared, clean, hair dried and a light
covering of make up on her face.
Charlotte approached her victim carrying the white sports bra. "You will put
this on and then you will go and see my father. You will say that I sent you
and that you would like to thank him personally for allowing you this
opportunity to experience some time outside of the Correctional facility"
Daley blanched but knowing she had no choice moved forward to take the bra. Not
very sexy but at least it provided some cover. It was strange that she was not
to wear any panties but a bra was better than nothing if she really did had to
grovel in front of that man. Then she spotted the cups. Full to the brim with
young nettle leaves. Charlotte had spent several minutes applying a sticky
solution to the insides of the cups that would hold the fresh green leaves in
place She looked at the smirking Charlotte with fear all across her face.
"Yes girl, especially for you, lean forward to put it on. I don't want to see
one falling leaf or you'll eat it."
Daley bent and gently pulled the bra on. The stinging was instantaneous and as
she clipped the bra straps behind her back it intensified. Charlotte gently
stroked the breast knowing this would ensure far greater stinging than purely
crushing them. She enjoyed the pain flickering across Daley's face and then
slapped her bottom. "Off you go." As Daley left to seek out the Father,
Charlotte went back down to the kitchen. Lying across the kitchen table the
maid-prisoner was awaiting the third member of the family to give her bottom a
whipping. This time it was to be done with all the nettle stems that remained
after she had been ordered to collect them, stripping the young leaves for god
knows what purpose. She groaned. The vixen had place a pile of the older
leaves on the table underneath each breast and told her to lie on them. She
knew worse was to come.
Upstairs Daley knocked and entered the main bedroom. On the bed lay Charlotte's
father, naked with a flaccid penis.
"What have we here?" he asked. Daley said the required degrading words and he
beckoned her forwards. He had a good relationship with his daughter and she had
already explained what she would be arranging while his wife was out.
"OK girl, you missed out sucking me downstairs. You can have the pleasure now.
I came earlier so it may take you a while"
In fact under Daleys ministrations it only took a couple of minutes to get it
really stiff, but each second of that time was agony as her breasts pressed
against his thigh. He tugged her hair, pulling her mouth off his rock hard
organ.
"Don't be greedy girl. You can suck it again once we are finished. Rub some of
this on it now". He passed her a tube of Vaseline and she gently massaged it
around his glans and all down his penis.
"Right girl, hop on, facing me". She knelt over him, her pussy hovering over
the tip of his penis but before she could lower herself he caught her pubic
hair.
"Naughty, naughty. Even I know you girls aren't allowed to come, so while I
know you would like nothing better than to slide onto my penis, I think that to
save you a good flogging you should forgo the pleasure and take me anally". He
laughed at his own humour and Daley groaning with shame shuffled forward and
moved her anal opening onto the tip. "Arms behind your neck girl". She took up
the position and lowered herself onto him, the discomfort showing on her face.
Slowly she started to rock about her hips but after the first few strokes he
stopped her.
"We will do this a little differently. I want you to slide onto my penis as far
as you can, then you will stay like that. You will make me come by just
squeezing your anal muscles."
He watched the pain and discomfort cross Daley's face as she did as he ordered.
She was aware that he had just prolonged the session substantially. He could lie
there all day while she tried to constrict and relax her internal muscles, but
after a while she would tire, and then what? He had thought of that. He reached
forward and brushed his hands over the bra. Instantly more pain from the nettles
shocked her, causing her muscles to contract. It suddenly became clear, He would
be dictating the rhythm by squeezing her breasts, and the closer he got to an
orgasm the harder and faster he would press. Her pain would produce his
pleasure, and there would be no question of any sexual pleasure, let alone
relief for her.
All she had to look forward to was another session in the afternoon under
Charlotte's tutelage in the dressage ring followed by a further night of
personal degradation.
Life in the community was hell.
