Chapter 4. Paul
P.C. Paul Ewin expressed surprise when ordered to present himself for an
interview with the assistant chief constable for the Liverpool area. Lowly young
policemen just out of training college didn't get to see the A.C.C. except from
a distance at formal functions. He was more surprised the order came directly
from his station commander who instructed him to go on his day off in civilian
clothes and not to mention anything to his mates in the force. His puzzlement
was compounded when told his interview would be at noon in the Black Bull, a
small country pub on the Wirral.
Paul ordered a shandy and sat in a secluded corner of the bar to await the
arrival of his superior officer. Ten minutes later and punctually on noon, he
arrived dressed in a rather worn suit and looking like a rep who had been on the
road for a day or two. "Morning Paul, I'm Peter Haines, Have you ordered lunch?
No? Good, It's my shout."
Paul knew Peter Haines wasn't the A.C.C.'s real name but quickly decided there
was a good reason for the subterfuge and played along with it.
"Morning Peter," he replied.
Over lunch, Paul was astounded to find out how much the A.C.C. knew of his early
life and of his sexual proclivities. "Paul," the A.C.C. said, "I know you have
kept all this a secret and it was only one slip in your college application when
you gave as one of the reasons for applying was to get away from your dominant
sisters. That gave us a clue and your reluctance to take charge of others at
college and in your present station made us look more closely at your past." He
saw Paul looking very worried and realised the young constable thought his job
was at risk. "Normally we wouldn't have even thought about it but I had a
request from a friend in the Met for subservient male for undercover work in
Soho. I don't have full details but as far as I can tell, you would be what is
known as a 'sub' to a very dominant female officer. I have no intention of
fooling you, Paul, for 'sub' you might well say 'slave' and you would be
required to attend various underground clubs with her. The information I have is
sketchy but I do know it could be risky so you will not be under any compulsion
to take the job or even go to the interview. Other forces have been asked to
nominate recruits so you might not get the job even if you want it."
"But I suppose my future here in Liverpool will be dead if I don't," commented
Paul.
"No. I will see these files are kept away from your immediate superior officers.
Very few at headquarters know of them. That was one reason for this rendezvous.
Think about it and let me know by Monday." He gave Paul his private number.
Paul thought about it over dessert and coffee. His mind kept wandering from the
idle conversation his boss was making as they ate and just before they rose to
depart Paul asked to be put forward for interview.
After that things happened very quickly. On Friday he was told to make
arrangement to go to London for an interview that might last up to a week. He
was to tell his colleagues it was an interview for a civilian IT job with a
London surveillance firm which should pay a lot more than he earned here. They
gave him a lot of ribbing about what he would be surveying and not being able to
stand up to the tough life of a copper in Liverpool but most wished him well at
the interview.
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"For the moment Paul, I will be known only as Don, the lady on my right is Bren
and this is Les. Sorry we cannot tell you much more about the investigation work
you will be doing apart from what you already know until if and when you are
appointed. All we can say is that the investigation is very important and we
think you may have traits that make you a suitable applicant. We need to find
out more about these traits. Please don't be embarrassed by our questions. All
three of us have been in the vice squad for a long while and as the saying is,
'we've been there, done that, seen it all'."
Paul looked at the three sitting in comfortable chairs opposite him while he sat
upright on a dining room chair. The two casually dressed men and the tall well
built woman had had an authoritative manner, particularly, Paul thought, the
woman although she had yet to speak.
He driven down the previous day and stayed at a small hotel in High Wycombe and
had come to the detached, rather isolated house in the Hughenden Valley, a
strange place he thought for an interview but this whole thing had been very
unusual.
"First we will review your past experiences," Don continued. "You have four
older sisters and the youngest of these is six years older than you? Paul
nodded. "And you had a different father to them? Again Paul nodded thinking, if
they know all that why are they asking? "You were an 'accident' because your
mother had been divorced for three years," Don went on, "How did you get on with
your step sisters?"
"Okay I guess."
"They had to baby-sit and look after you while your mother worked in the pub?"
"Yes."
"They resented having to do this and bossed you around?"
"Yes."
"They punished you for every conceivable offense?"
"Yes."
"How exactly?"
"When I was young it was just smacking, usually on my bare bottom. As I grew up
so they changed to using a ping-pong bat or strap or cane."
"Didn't your mother say anything about this? She must have known."
"She punished me as well. I wasn't the sort of boy she wanted. I didn't play
football, I was shy and timid and no match for the girls. I just wanted to be
quiet and read books or play with a computer."
"When did this turn into a sexual thing?" Bren asked. Paul hesitated. "Go on,"
she said, "It is very important. This operation involves sex in its kinkiest
forms so we need to know how you stand with it. We haven't brought you here to
reiterate what's in the files and what we already know."
"It was when I was about eleven, Susan my oldest sister, had come home early
from a date. Her boy friend had chucked her. She told me to get her a drink and
when I wasn't quick enough she had two of my other sisters hold me over the back
of the armchair while she stripped my trousers and pants of and gave me a hard
strapping. I remember crying my eyes out but when I stood I had an erection
which didn't go unnoticed by the girls. They tied me face up over a table and
played with it and teased me until I came. From then on almost always my
punishments were accompanied by sexual torment. Gradually I came to like what
they did."
"Did your mother not find out?" Les asked.
"I think she chose to ignore it most of the time. One time she did catch me
having sex with Susan, Susan said I was forcing her even though she still had
the strap in her hand I had been beaten with. Mother sided with her and I was
tied to the bed and severely caned. I couldn't go to school the next day. All
she said to Susan was, 'I hope you are taking your pills regularly young lady.'
They left me tied up until Mother had left for work and when Susan came to
release me she made me have sex with her again before she would release my
wrists."
"Where were the other sisters?"
"They'd left home. Susan was the only unmarried one. She really gloated over the
caning I had especially when she found I had ejaculated on to the bed. Susan was
the most sadistic of the four but somehow I liked her best."
"Did she make you do other things to her?" The question came from Bren.
"Paul blushed. "Yes..."
"Come on Paul, out with the sordid details. Did you have to suck her?"
"Yes, even during her period and I had to wipe her and tongue her after she used
the toilet."
"You enjoyed that?"
"I didn't mind too much I suppose. At least it didn't hurt, unless I didn't
perform to her satisfaction.
Don enquired, "Did you have sexual contact with your other sisters after they
left home?"
"Yes, mostly with my oldest sister, Jan. Mother sent me to stay with her and her
husband Ronny for a fortnight and I was virtually a slave for them." Paul
stopped but was signalled to continue. Susan tied me to a beam and gave me a
severe front and back strapping before driving me to Jan's. I had some
difficulty in walking and Susan gleefully showed Jan and Ronny why. Ronny said
to leave my trousers off to prevent them chafing and laughed when he added, 'and
he'll be ready for any further punishment if he doesn't do as he is told.' My
prick erected under their gaze and Jan remarked at least that was a decent size
even if my muscles weren't. Compared to Ronny, I was a puny man although I was
much better equipped in the genitals."
"And were you punished further and did you have sex with Jan... or Ronny?"
"Yes, all the time. They made me sleep in the same bed, all of us naked. I had
to watch Ronny fuck Jan and then suck them both clean. I hadn't done it to a man
before and when I demurred Ronny beat my arse until I did. I of course got a
hard on and Jan wanted it inside her and said Ronny could beat my arse while I
fucked until I came. Ronny proved to have gay tendencies and three times in the
fortnight used my bottom hole."
"Were there other similar instances with your other sisters?"
"Sort of but none with homosexual overtones. I left home as soon as I could and
went to University but being shy, didn't find any dominating girlfriends. A
couple of times I went to a S/M club and got myself whipped with a flogger but
didn't find anyone I felt I could form a relationship with."
"But you wouldn't mind having a dominating man or woman in your life?"
"I'm not sure I would want a man. While I've had homo experiences I didn't get
much satisfaction from them." The interview continued for another hour gradually
extracting Paul's sexual experieces from him. Eventually the panel asked Paul to
wait outside. "Brenda, what do you think?" Don asked, "You're the one who has
got to live with him. He seems okay from other points of view. He's unattached,
has excellent computer skills and looks the part of a submissive. "What do you
think?"
"Well, yes he could do. I would have liked someone with a bit more flesh on
their bones especially if it came to a rough and tumble somewhere along the line
but I am willing to give him a try out. We set aside a week for these interviews
so perhaps you could return here on Sunday and I'll report on him then. That
will give me chance to take him to the club on Friday."
Paul was brought back in. Don spoke. "Paul we are offering you a week's trial
for the job. Do you wish to undergo this trial?"
"Yes Sir."
"You realise you will be Brenda's sub come slave for the week?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You think you can handle that?"
"I'll try Sir."
"Good. I'll leave you with Brenda. We will meet again here on Sunday morning to
review the situation. At that time we will decide whether you are up to the
standard we want and you can decide whether you want to continue. However, I
must strongly caution you about speaking of what has gone on here to anyone. And
I do mean anyone including your superior officers in Liverpool."
"Right boy," Brenda stood and spoke quietly but her voice carried authority. Her
height alone overshadowed Paul's. "Park your car in the garage at the back,
bring your kit up to my bedroom and then strip off for my inspection."
Ten minutes later Paul was standing naked in front of Brenda. She walked round
him feeling his flesh every so often. "It's been a while since you had a
thrashing then boy? But you know what it's like to be a slave. If you've
forgotten you'll learn during the next week won't you?"
"Yes, Bren."
"Yes, Ma'am for this week and at other times when you are definitely my slave,"
corrected Brenda. "Now put your clothes away neatly in that cupboard." Paul was
taken aback when he opened the door to find various instruments of chastisement
hanging on the back. Most prominent was a shiny well oiled leather tawse, but
alongside were whips, two canes, a crop, two floggers and several other things
he didn't recognise. He was horrified at the sight and realised these tools of
torture would inflict a great deal of pain especially when wielded by a strong
woman like Brenda.
"Pass me the tawse," commanded Brenda and when she received it slapped it
noisily on the palm of her hand and then clipped it to her belt. "The tawse is
what I use for general punishments. It hurts but doesn't leave too much of a
mark. The canes and whips are for when I want to see you have been well
punished, and want others to see too. You will definitely get to know them
before the end of your week."
"Brenda...?"
"Whack!!" Before he almost had time to think, he felt the sting of the leather
across the top of his thighs. "Boy, we are not playing at Mistress and slave.
From now until Sunday you are my slave. After that we will discus your future. I
told you how to address me. Didn't I?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well put some slippers on and get yourself down to the kitchen, wear an apron
and start to make us some tea. Any future lapses will be dealt with far more
severely." Although the words were spoken without venom, Paul knew they carried
a great deal of menace. "Put that apron on and I will show where the stuff is
kept. After tea we'll have a little off the record chat."
Paul thought he did quite well preparing the tea. His experience at serving his
sisters came in very useful. Brenda was served at the main table while Paul had
his on a low stool while sitting on the floor. When ordered to clear away he
nervously touched a cup and spilled the tea dregs.
"Over the back of that chair, boy," Brenda commanded and when he obeyed and she
had opened his legs to her satisfaction, Brenda slapped his arse hard six times
with the tawse. Paul tried to be brave but cried out after the fourth. It
pleased Brenda to see his cock was proudly erect and was a good seven inches and
quite thick with it. At the clubs she'd seen bigger but hadn't taken them inside
her.
Later their off the record chat went well. Brenda told Paul exactly what she
expected of him, and Paul was able to ask questions on what she wanted him to do
sexually as well as the more mundane things like where he was going to sleep.
From what she told him, the week was going to be painful but at the same time
exciting. He would be regularly punished but would get sexual satisfaction with
her provided she got her satisfaction too.
He was only half looking forward to bedtime. She had explained he would help
prepare her for bed and then receive another six with the tawse to warm his arse
before she decided whether he would fuck her and sleep in her bed or just lie
chained to the small mattress on the floor. He would receive a similar
punishment when he brought her breakfast. By that time he would be expected to
have cleaned himself and shaved and shaving meant his pubic hair as well.
Bedtime came. Paul carefully removed each item of her clothing and placed it in
the laundry basket. For the first time he saw her voluptuous body which caused
his prick to rise. Brenda flicked it painfully with a finger and it went down
again. She took a shit and made her 'boy' wipe her and then wash her from head
to toe. While she tended her hair at the mirror, Paul had to perform on the
toilet alongside.
"Lie spread-eagled on the bed and don't dare come on the bedspread otherwise I
will whip that nasty uncontrollable thing of yours." Paul knew what to expect
and took the six strokes this time without crying out. They weren't given with
the venom of the earlier punishment. His cock once more became erect.
"Get into bed and fuck me. Remember you have to give me pleasure. If I don't
come at least once, then you lie on the floor after I've given you another six
strokes but this time they will be across the front of your thighs." The threat
proved unnecessary. Having seen her boy naked for some hours, Brenda was already
worked up and the feel of the large prick filling her cunt made her come easily.
Paul came inside her and to her surprise then asked if she wanted him to suck
her clean. All his sisters required that service. She was pleased with this
service too and decided he would perform it often.
