Chapter 5. Paul's first week
Most of the first few days passed without much more than having a few extra
doses of the tawse. Paul was introduced to the computer set up in the house and
began learning the call signs and passwords as well as making small
modifications to the system to make it run more efficiently. Because of his
superior computer expertise Paul became complacent and on Wednesday afternoon
only gave her a vague answer to a direct question on the computer. Brenda was no
fool with using computers and took offense when treated to an unsatisfactory
answer. "So you think I am incompetent and shouldn't bother my head with such
things? When I ask a question boy, I expect a full and complete and lucid
answer," she yelled at him. It was one of the few times she raised her voice and
Paul knew he was in deep trouble.
Before he could react to what was happening, Brenda picked him up and carried
him down a flight of stairs to what she euphemistically called the 'playroom'
and fastened him face up to a low table. "So boy, you wanted to make fun of me.
You thought I was an idiot and wouldn't know what you were talking about. Let's
see if this will change your mind." Taking a soft leather flogger she swung it
hard so it landed across both thighs just above the knee. Although soft, the
leather stung and burned lines of fire across his legs. Paul screamed but Brenda
showed no mercy. She laid each stroke on hard, waiting for the pain to take full
effect before applying the next. Each stroke went a little higher up the leg
until she reached his prick head. Making sure it was lying down over his balls
she hit across it and both thighs until the whole top of his shaft was well
marked and sore. Paul cried and screamed but it made no difference. Having reach
the junction between his prick and his stomach she flipped it up and proceeded
whip the underside and his stomach.
Paul had never known such pain. He begged. He pleaded but to no avail. Only when
Brenda was ready, did she stop. Even then she continued to play with the soft,
very tender penis but it didn't rise. It was so sore he could hardly bare the
touch of her hands. Brenda covered the whole area with a wet towel and left him
for an hour.
"Don't ever try and humiliate me again boy," she hissed when she returned, "When
I ask for something to be explained I expect an explanation not some garbage
about my not understanding. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Sorry. I truly am sorry. I'll never do that again." He knew he
wouldn't dare try to humiliate her ever.
Brenda suggested he had a shower and afterwards applied some salve. She then sat
him in a comfortable chair and spoke in her usual quiet way, "Well Paul, you've
seen how cruel I can be and I can promise you will have another severe thrashing
before the end of the week but that will be more for effect than a punishment.
If you want to chicken out, do so now and don't waste any more of our time. Get
dressed, get into your car and leave. If you want to continue, bring some tea
into the computer room in ten minutes." With those words she left.
Paul didn't leave partly because his legs were so sore he couldn't drive far,
but mainly because he had begun to like his life with Brenda. She did hurt him
but mostly the pain went in a hour or so, and then there was the sex. Sex like
he hadn't had for several years. Today he realised he had gone too far but what
would the other thrashing involve? If it was worse than this afternoon he didn't
know if he could stand it.
"You are very brave Boy. You have more courage than many so called he-men and I
admire that," Brenda complimented him when he entered with the tea. Lifting his
apron, she saw the whole area was bright red and his cock, even in its flaccid
state, looked very swollen. "Now, explain what you did on this programme," was
all she said.
Friday came and Brenda dressed Paul ready for the club meeting. Around his neck
she placed a tight leather collar with several rings. Similar leather cuffs were
put on his wrists and ankles and she completed the outfit with a posing pouch
which barely covered his still sore cock and balls all held in place with a
narrow strap around his waist and another passing along the crease of his arse.
"Come with me boy." Paul followed with some trepidation as she went down to the
'playroom'. He rightly guessed this was the time for the thrashing she had
warned about. Quickly she fastened him over a stool.
"Boy, at the club tonight I need to appear as a hard cruel mistress. You are
going to aid that impression by accompanying me with severe welts across your
arse. Sorry Boy but there is no way I can fake it and you will only have a
couple of hours before we take the train into central London. I am going to gag
you in case your screams make me soft hearted." Brenda picked up a long, single
tail whip and after a trial crack or two, laid it hard across both taut cheeks
of her victims buttocks. A moan escaped from behind the gag so she knew Paul was
in extreme pain. Five more times she cracked the whip across his bare arse, each
time raising a livid raised welt.
"I think that will do for now," she told Paul, "Sorry, but you will probably see
worse stripes on some of the other slaves." Later she found him a baggy track
suit to wear for the journey.
Brenda was obviously well known at the Soho club and spoke frequently with other
masters and mistresses. Paul was introduced as 'Boy' her new slave. Several
remarked on Paul's arse but Brenda off-handedly dismissed any concern by
remarking, "Boy seemed reluctant to come and be shown to the club." Brenda was
forced to use a strap on him when he nudged another woman and spilled some of
her drink but kept the stripes away from the earlier ones.
Paul was amazed at the punishment some of the slaves took, especially some of
the girls. While watching a rather elderly woman receive the cat across her back
and tits, Paul's cock started to rise but was painfully restrained by the pouch.
It tried to rise again when he was forced to watch a man have his cock caned.
The man was lying on his back tied to a table with his cock through a hole in a
sheet of thin plywood. His young, near naked mistress, used her body to
stimulate him and when his cock was standing proud, took a thin, whippy cane and
thrashed it from side to side until it fell limp on the plywood. Even then she
didn't stop but continued to whip the cane down until the man passed out.
"You thought I was cruel Boy," Brenda whispered in his ear, "Perhaps I should do
that to your cock.
It was 3 a.m. before they arrived home. Both were extremely tired and Paul was
also very sore. Brenda omitted his nightly spanking and cuddled him into her
arms, too exhausted to even fuck but before she went to sleep she murmured in
Paul's ear, "Boy, I hope you are not planning to go back to Liverpool on Sunday
because I've booked us places on a cruise ship in three weeks time."
