Chapter Six: Rose Gets Punished
Richard got dressed, leashed Rose and led her out of the outhouse. He
led her to the front of the cabin, near the front of her cage. He had her kneel
and wait for him to return. He went into the cabin to fetch a few things he
would need to punish Rose accordingly for her foolishness this morning.
The first thing he brought out of the cabin was a folding metal chair he
set it up right behind Rose and went back into the cabin to get the rest of the
items he would need. Rose hadn't moved or even looked up since Richard had told
her where to kneel. When he returned, she was till right where he had left her
and still looking directly at the dirt in front of her. He laid the rolled up
towel containing the remainder of the items he needed in the seat if the chair
and went to get the water hose. He picked up the free end of the hose and turned
the water on, extending the hose as he walked back to Rose.
He sat down in the chair behind her and spoke to her softly, saying,
"Rose, I am going to punish you for the way you acted this morning. Your
behaviour was completely unacceptable and I want this to be a reminder to you
not to act that way again."
"I thought you had already punished me for that." Rose said, somewhat
startled. "The whipping you gave me, wasn't that punishment enough?"
"That was not your punishment, Rose." Richard explained. "I was
disciplining you, yes, but I want your punishment to be something lasting. I
want it to be something you will not soon forget."
"I won't forget that whipping, I assure you, sir."
"You probably won't, but you certainly won't forget this either. Now,
you have two choices, you can just be good and accept what I am about to do to
you without complaining or you and I can fight about this, then I will have to
restrain you, give you your punishment anyway and then punish you again for
acting badly and not accepting my wishes."
"May I at least ask what my punishment will be?" Rose said, although she
wasn't terribly sure she really wanted to know.
Richard considered this for a moment. Might as well tell her, he
thought. See what her reaction will be.
"I am going to shave all the hair off your head." He said, keeping his
voice firm, but flat, trying not to show any emotion.
Rose bent her head forward and he heard her sniffle once. He knew she
was proud of her hair and this would probably be a blow to her. She had
beautiful blonde hair below her shoulder blades in length. Usually, it was
bright and shiny and well-combed, although the last couple of days, she hadn't
been able to keep it like she would have liked it. It had become rather filthy,
somewhat tangled and matted.
As Rose wept in front of him, he unrolled the towel in his lap,
revealing a pair of scissors, not barber shears, but regular paper scissors, the
beard trimmer he used to keep his pubic hair short, the straight razor he had
purchased in town earlier today and a can of shaving cream.
He took her hair in one hand and the scissors in the other. He gathered
as much of her hair as he could in his one hand, then brought the scissors up
and started to cut. Rose could feel the tug as he gathered up her hair, she knew
he had the scissors and she heard it when he started cutting her hair off. She
shook and wept more furiously. This was her own fault, she thought. Had she not
been so stupid, she would not be in this position now. Richard continued to cut
off her hair with the scissors, taking as much as he could off with them before
moving to the trimmer. He made Rose hold the long tail of her hair that he had
cut off while he continued to work on her with the trimmer. She continued to
weep, but offered no resistance. She had learned her lesson about that and would
continue to learn it, it seemed. She looked down at the dirty mass of her hair
in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she continued to weep. She could feel how
much cooler her head was already and Richard still wasn't done. He was still
running the trimmer over her scalp, cutting the hair away as close to the scalp
as he could. After he finished with the trimmer, she heard him squirt shaving
cream into the palm of one of his hands. He rubbed the shaving cream all over
her scalp, from the back of her neck up to the apex of her forehead. He wiped
off his hands and took up the straight razor. He began shaving her hair
completely off her scalp, wiping the razor after each strip was taken off.
Eventually, he was finished and he wiped the remnants of the shaving cream off
her head. He inspected his work, noting how her bald head seemed to glint in the
late afternoon sun. She was completely shaved and her scalp was shiny and soft
to the touch. He ran his fingers over every square inch of her scalp, checking
to make sure he didn't miss any spots at all. As he ran his fingers over her
scalp, Rose could feel how differently her head felt now with no hair. Her scalp
seemed alive with feeling now that the nerves were not dulled by the presence of
all her hair.
How she must have looked, she thought. Her legs, pussy, armpits and now
her head completely bald, the rest of the hair on her body was fine and blonde,
so it would almost look to anyone that saw her that she had no hair on her body
at all. That coupled with her pale skin would make for an interesting image, for
sure. Truly, the loss of her hair would only serve to accentuate how pale her
skin really was. That was something she had always been conscious of anyway. She
had tried to tan or to lie out in the sun, but her skin seemed to go directly
from white to red with no shades of brown in between. It just wasn't possible
for her to tan.
So there she was, kneeling in the dirt, her ass dirty from defecating
without the benefit of toilet paper, her head shaved and glossy in the sunlight,
her face streaked with dirt and tears and the taste of Richard still lingering
in her mouth. She had to admit, she thought she was broken. She didn't think she
had the spirit to fight this anymore. She would just do what he told her to do
and not complain or hesitate. If he wanted her to piss and shit in a hole, she
would. If he wanted to piss on her, she would just let him. If he wanted her
head, pussy, legs and armpits shaved, then shaved they would be. She was his toy
now. His dominance over her seemed complete, but was it really? Could she just
give herself up after only two days? Richard had obviously made plans to keep
her here much longer than that. He must have thought she would put up more of a
fight than this pitiful effort. The thing was that she didn't want to fight him
anymore. She didn't want him to hurt her anymore. She didn't want to be punished
anymore. She just wanted to be good and try to please him as best as she could
so he wouldn't harm or punish her. Who knew what he would do the next time she
was bad? He had shaved her head this time. What would he do next time? Her head
swam. She was so completely out of her normal mind set that she didn't know who
she was anymore. Who was it that was thinking all of these thoughts? Where was
the fight that was in her? Where was her spirit, her self-confidence and her
haughty, better than everyone attitude? All of it just seemed to be gone; her
fight taken away like her freedom, her spirit beaten into submission by each
lash of his belt and the riding crop, her self-confidence buried in a little
hole like her urine and feces and her haughty attitude peeled away from her just
as her hair had been shorn away from her.
She was no longer herself. She was no longer Rose, the high school
cheerleader. No longer was she the better than everyone bitch. No longer was she
the Rose that all the boys desired and lusted after. Now, she was just some slut
to be whipped, pissed on, humiliated, shaved and used however her captor and
tormentor wanted.
She would be a good girl now. She would do as she was told. She would
follow orders and obey. She would do all of this in the hopes that one day she
would be taken back into society and then she could escape from him. She had to
escape from him. If she couldn't, if he wouldn't allow it, she would lose her
mind completely. She might not be able to outwardly or physically resist him,
but her mind was still up to the task.
She assumed that one day they would leave here, to go back to the city
and then she could scream and people would hear her. She could cry out and
people would see and come help her. She could run and actually have someplace to
go. There were people in positions of authority that would help her and rescue
her from him. There had to be. That was the only hope she had left.
If he killed her here or left her here to die, it would be the same as
if she went back to society and could not escape from him. She had to have some
kind of hope of eventually regaining her freedom.
While Rose was kneeling where she had been left, lost in her thoughts
and staring at what was once her hair, Richard had put all of his equipment away
and taken the chair back into the cabin. The towel had gone into a laundry
basket that his family kept here for dirty clothing and linens. He washed the
razor, the scissors and the trimmer and put them all back where they belonged.
Once he was finished, he went outside to fetch Rose.
He walked to her and took the lock of hair from her. He found some twine
in the cabin and hung the lock of hair from a corner of her cage so she could
look at it and remember what happened when she was bad. He then retrieved her
leash and walked to her, clipping the leash to her collar. He gave the leash a
tug and she dropped without complaint to her hands and knees and followed him.
He took her up the steps and into the cabin.
It was the first time she had been inside the cabin. She began to look
around, noting how rustic and homely the place was. It made her feel a little
better to be inside this place. She felt a little special that he had finally
showed it to her. She brightened a little bit.
While Richard had been shaving Rose, the sun had drifted farther down in
the sky and late afternoon had given way to evening. While he had been washing
his equipment and putting everything back in their proper places, the sun had
drifted from evening to twilight. The air had gotten chill, but Rose, kneeling
where she had been left, hadn't even noticed it. She probably would have
remained there until Richard had retrieved her, even if he had left her there
for two days.
As she looked around, Rose noticed a shelf near the stove that had boxes
of crackers and other assorted snack foods on it. She realized suddenly that she
had not eaten all day. She wondered if Richard realized it or if not feeding her
had just been an oversight on his part. Seeing the food, though, her mouth began
to water and her stomach grumbled.
From her position on her hands and knees, she looked up at Richard and
asked, "May I have something to eat, please? I have not yet eaten today."
Richard looked down at her and said, "So it would seem, wouldn't it? I
suppose I should feed you something, shouldn't I?"
"It would be terribly nice of you if you would, sir."
Richard set about making a brief dinner for the both of them while Rose
sat on the floor and watched. Richard threw together a simple salad from
vegetables he had picked up from the market earlier and then he made a can of
chicken soup and a can of corn. He served himself portions first, then prepared
Rose a bowl of soup and a plate for her corn and salad and placed it on the
floor for her. She ate her salad with her fingers, licking them clean of
dressing after each bite. The corn was a little harder. She had to pick up
individual pieces and eat them one at a time. The soup she sipped from the bowl.
Needless to say, because he had the luxury of a fork and spoon, Richard finished
before Rose and moved to the back of the cabin to make a fire in the fireplace.
Soon, the fire was crackling and the air in the cabin has a rosy, warm glow.
Rose had finished her meal, but waited until Richard had finished setting the
fire before telling him she was finished. He took her plate and bowl and placed
them in the sink. He washed the plates and bowls they had used, as well as the
pots in which he had cooked the soup and corn.
"Tomorrow, you will start doing the dishes." He said, looking down at
her. She looked away, something flashed through her mind about how she would not
do such a menial task herself, but she squashed the thought before it formed
into words.
Richard continued, "You will also start doing other things around here.
You will learn to clean and cook as well as other things around here. I will
teach you to make a fire. I will show you how to heat water for my baths. If you
learn well and you are very, very good, I will start rewarding you for your
efforts. I might even let you have a bath once a week or so."
She had been sitting there on the floor, listening to him speak, in
quiet, righteous indignation as he described her menial little existence as if
it were nothing to him. The moment he mentioned rewards and a bath, however, she
started listening in earnest and wondering what she could do to make her
progress improve quickly. Her face brightened at the idea of actually being
allowed to bathe. It would feel so good to actually be able to wash for once and
to get the shit, piss and grit off herself. It would feel so good to be able to
wash her... hair.
Damn it! That brought things back into perspective for her somewhat. He
had shaved her head! He hadn't just cropped her hair or clipped it short, he had
shaved her completely bald! That son of a bitch. How could he dare to do that to
her?
"Let me guess." Richard began. Rose was startled as he spoke. She looked
up and saw him sitting on the hearth watching her. "You're upset about losing
your hair, right? You're probably sitting there wondering how I could have done
such a horrible thing to you, right."
"You're damned right." She said, not realizing she had said it until
after it came out. "Oh shit. I'm sorry." She tried to correct her mistake before
he took it out on her.
He smiled and said, "I was wondering if there was still some of the old
Rose in there somewhere. I see that there is, but that's alright. We have plenty
of time to work that out."
He motioned for her to come to him. Without even thinking, she dropped
to her hands and knees and crawled the short distance to him over the rough,
wooden floor. She knelt in front of him, but s little to the right of him so she
could feel some of the warmth from the fire.
"Just remember that your hair being cut off was a punishment for how
poorly you acted this morning. I do not expect it to be your last punishment,
but I do expect you to learn from them. Remember what I told you; the nicer you
are to me, the nicer I will be to you."
"I know." She said. "I shouldn't have pissed in your pot and tried to
run away. I will make an effort to be more pleasant."
"That would be very good, Rose, but I don't believe you. At least I
don't believe you yet. I know there's still enough of the old Rose in there
still to rebel against my authority and to balk at the tasks given to her.
That's fine, because I expect it from you. I know I will have to whip you and
punish you again before you completely settle into your new life."
Rose started to say something, but he stopped her before she could
speak.
"In fact," He continued. "If you try to run away again, that will be
your third strike. You do not want three strikes against you for any one
particular mistake. The consequences for that are going to be nasty."
Rose wondered what Richard could do that would be nastier than what he
had already done to her. She was pretty sure he meant it, though. If he had
showed her nothing in the last couple of days, it was that he had an imagination
for hurting and humiliating her.
"Well, the fire is going, we've eaten, I suppose we should consider
turning in for the evening." Richard said, looking at her in no particular way.
As he stood, Rose waited to be leashed and shown to the cage outside,
but instead Richard began undressing. He took off his boots and socks, then his
shirt and pants. Rose looked at him in the firelight, noting the muscles in his
chest and back and the way his cock bulged against the front of his underwear.
She seemed to be mesmerized by him, particularly by his cock. She didn't
know why, but the moment he took off his clothes, she lost the will to think
about anything else. It had happened both times he had undressed before her.
Now, he was standing before her clad only in his briefs and she could think of
little else than having his cock in her mouth again, or better, her pussy this
time. She felt a wave of heat emanate from between her legs and she knew she
must be getting wet.
He pulled off his underwear, exposing his flaccid cock to her. She
watched him as he sat down n the side of the bed. He pulled the blanket back and
slid under. He beckoned her to the bed, holding the blanket for her. She was
very tentative at first, but she crawled to the bed and slipped under the
blanket with him. His skin felt good against her as hers did against him. She
was soft and smooth, he was firm and warm.
She lay there under the blanket with him, not quite knowing what to do
or what was expected of her. He leaned toward her and kissed her neck, then her
shoulder. She shivered at his touch. She felt like she should have been
revolted, but his touch felt good to her. She found herself wanting him, but not
quite knowing why. He kissed her tenderly from her shoulder to her breast,
sucking her nipple into his mouth. She gasped quietly and rolled toward him. She
tingled with anticipation. He continued to suck her nipple, rolling his tongue
over the stiffening bud. Goose flesh rose up on her, covering her belly and
breasts. His hand moved up her arm, raising more goose flesh. He moved his mouth
away from her breast, and then slid his hand over her breast and to her belly.
She was breathing deeply, panting with her lust.
"Fuck!" She almost shouted, turning away from him. "What's happening to
me? Why am I so turned on by you? Why do you excite me, Richard? I want to hate
you for what you have done to me. I want to scratch out your eyes and run away,
but something keeps drawing me to you. I want you. I hate feeling this way and I
hate admitting this, but you excite me."
"You're just confused, Rose." He said, kissing her lightly on the back.
She shivered again and pressed her back to his lips. "Stop fighting me and just
let things happen. You might find that you start enjoying things a lot more."
"I shouldn't be enjoying this at all, though." She said gasping as he
kissed her between the shoulders.
"Yes you should, Rose. You should learn to enjoy the nice times and fear
the times you are bad. If you are a good girl, you will be treated well. I
you're not, you will be punished, sometimes severely. Accept these things and
let them happen."
"I just can't do that, Richard."
"Sure you can, Rose. Just watch." He said and kissed her shoulder again.
He slid one of his hands over her hip and up the side of her belly. He cupped
her breast and pinched her nipple lightly between his fingers. She moaned
lightly and pressed her body against his. He moved his mouth to the side of her
neck and kissed and licked it lightly. She moaned again, her hips moving on
their own accord, pressing into him.
"Are you enjoying that, Rose?" He whispered in her ear, and then licked
her earlobe.
"Yes." She replied and shivered again, closing her eyes.
"Good." He said. "You should. Stop thinking about everything and just
let yourself have some fun."
Still rolling her nipple between his fingers, he used his other hand to
run his fingers lightly over her now bare scalp. She shivered and moaned again,
even though she felt like she should have been disgusted. The way he made her
feel made her want to forget about those negative emotions and just think about
how nice this was. He licked the side of her neck again and her hips moved
against him again. She could feel his cock pressing against the cheek of her
ass. She wiggled her ass until his cock slid between her cheeks, pressing it
between them. He continued to lick and kiss at her shoulders, neck and back, all
the while pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Soon, Rose was
moaning and panting in obvious lust. She was pressed tightly against Richard,
her hips bucking against him causing his cock to slide between her ass cheeks.
He grew harder as she stroked him with her ass. He moved the hand that was
playing with her nipples downward, over her belly and to her soaking wet pussy.
She spread her legs without any hesitation and his fingers slid between them.
The tips of his fingers found their way into her slit, tickling her clit. She
gasped loudly and arched against him again more fervently. She rolled onto her
back; her legs wide open for him. He fingered her juicy pussy, sliding first one
finger, then two and then three fingers into her. Still kissing and licking her
neck and shoulder, his finger penetrated her, drawing the moisture from her
smooth pink hole. He bent his mouth again to her breasts, sucking hard at her
nipples, drawing the hard nubs, first the left then the right, into his mouth.
She was moaning and gasping as he toyed with her. She loved how he was making
her feel. She wanted more. She wanted to cum. Her pussy was flowing with juices
and pooling on the bed sheet under her ass. She could feel Richard's fingers in
her pussy and playing with her clit. Her hips moved to meet each thrust as his
fingers fucked her. Her moans became louder and louder as her heat and desire
rose.
Richard roughly turned her back onto her side, her ass again pressed
against his cock. He reached down and moved the head of his cock to the entrance
of her flowing pussy. He pushed it into her in one rough stroke, his hands
holding her shoulders so he was buried deeply inside her instantly.
"Oh, yes!" Rose screamed, feeling the length of him buried inside her.
Her pussy clenched at him, seeking to hold him inside her.
He began moving his cock back and forth inside her, slowly, making her
moan at each stroke. He pulled her tightly against him, his hands seeking out
her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. She cried out even louder as the new
sensation caused her lust to grow even further. He began fucking her faster and
harder and pulling her nipples so they stung with delicious pain. Rose was
eating it all up. Her bald head was pressed against Richard's shoulder as he
licked her earlobe and nibbled her neck. He whispered dirty little words in her
ear to drive her desire. He continued to torture her nipples while his cock slid
all the way into and back out of her over and over again. She bucked against him
like a wanton whore, her cries of desire growing louder and louder.
Richard pulled his cock out of her pussy and turned her over. Rose saw
the lust in his eyes. They were dark and burning with desire. His breath was
hard and fast. He pulled her by the shoulders down on the bed so his cock was
right before her face. Without a second though, she opened her mouth and took
him into her. She sucked his hard, hot cock with every bit of desire that drove
her. The heat in her pussy driving her to please him and to make him cum. She
wanted his cum in her mouth. It would be her reward for pleasing him and being
appealing. She could taste her pussy on him and she didn't care. She licked and
sucked her juices off his cock, then took him back into her mouth. He held the
back of her smooth, bald head and pumped his cock in and out of it as she sucked
her lips tightly against him. He cried out and his cock leapt in her mouth as
his seed shot into her. She took it all in greedily, feeling so lucky to have
received this reward from him. As soon as he was finished filling her mouth with
his cum, she moved her mouth away from him to swallow it. He took her chin in
his hand and turned her face upward to him before she could swallow his juice.
"Show it to me." He said.
She opened her mouth widely, proudly showing the thick white fluid still
held within her jaws and lips. She stuck out her tongue so he could see how much
he had given her.
"That's a good girl." He said. "Now, you may swallow it."
Eagerly, she gulped his cum down her throat, revelling in the taste. She
felt so good to be allowed to do so. She felt so good being with him. She wanted
him to use her. She would do anything he desired.
Richard reached up on a shelf above the bed and took down two prepared
lengths of rope. He tied her wrists together and secured them to the headboard,
leaving only about six inches of rope for her to move her wrists. He repeated
the process on her ankles, securing them to the footboard of the bed. He covered
her with the blanket, and then put his arm around her as he began to drift to
sleep.
Thus, Rose was allowed to spend her first night in the cabin, sleeping
with Richard. She was tied like a prisoner, but she didn't care. She just felt
good to be near him and to feel his body next to hers. She knew she was acting a
feeling just like a slut, but it didn't matter to her. It felt good.
Her pussy was still hot and dripping, because she had not been allowed
to cum, but it only made Rose feel more excited to be near Richard. Her body
pressed so closely to his body really only served to make her wetter. Every time
he moved against her or she pressed into him, her pussy juices would coat
whatever touched her. Her excitement made it hard for her to fall asleep, but
she did soon enough, sleeping quite contentedly.
Sometime in the middle of the night, he woke her by sliding his cock
into her pussy again. Instantly, she was a complete slut against his body. He
fucked her hard and fast while she cried out at each stroke of his cock. He came
in her pussy this time and he still did not allow her the release of orgasm.
Her pussy was still wet and slick with both his and her juices as she
fell asleep the second time. She slept comfortably, tied as she was, with
Richard still holding her. She was a good girl and this is how good girls were
treated.
