DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

The last thought on James Hough's mind had been the state of his
sore penis, he had been concentrating totally on absorbing the
pain from each stroke and trying desperately not to scream or
yell to vent his agony.

He had been dimly aware of Miss Callum's continual squeezing and
pulling down of his member but the all consuming pain from the
beating had removed any thoughts of deriving pleasure from the
action. But it would seem that his appendage had thought
differently.

As if inspecting a prize cow or bull, Madame rested her left
hand on his back and leant down and looked underneath him. He
was dimly aware of a scent of sweat from her shirt arm pit.

"Appalling and unbelievable as it may seem, but I think you may
be right."

She responded by calling to the recently punished and humiliated
Anna, "Girl... come here!"

With a sinking heart, Anna stood at attention in front of her.
She knew that she would be held responsible for any tumescence
on the male's part. She did not need to be told that she would
be in for a further thrashing for failing to milk him thoroughly
enough earlier... and she was.

First however Madam McKenzie retrieved her mobile 'phone and
called a number mentioning to the audience that the call was to
Anna's husband. A brief outline was given of the girl's offence
and that Madam thought eight strokes with a light cane to be a
suitable punishment.

The reply clearly differed with her assessment and having
acknowledged the reply with the words; "Of course. of course...
if you feel that would be too lenient I will naturally increase
the beating to 12 strokes and I will use the same cane that I
have been thrashing the male with."

There then followed a silence which seemed likely to be further
instructions to Madam.

What her husband had instructed was a mystery to the wretched
waiting girl. Madam readily agreed with his new instructions and
the 'phone call was terminated leaving Anna horrified at the
severity requested by her husband, but knowing that it would be
inflicted to the letter.

Madam turned to the now trembling girl:

"You were given ample time to fully drain this male but you seem
incapable of following orders. I warned you what would happen if
he erected and he has. You will therefore receive a further dose
of the cane. I don't intend to delay his further punishment any
more than I have to so climb up on his back and hold tight."

Blushing with embarrassment, but also shaking with fear she
stood on the whipping frame and mounted Hough as if she was
going riding. She then laid on his back with her breasts
pressing into his shoulders and gripped his upper arms tightly.

James felt her bristly pubic mound settle on the lower part of
his back then the cold, damp and shaking upper body and breasts
lay heavily on him. His head was just beneath hers and he could
feel her breath on the side of his face. His arms were held in a
fierce grip that was painful even before the pain had started
for her.

"I am fully aware that your buttocks are heavily bruised and
somewhat sensitive girl, but that is not my concern. You are in
this position because of your own laziness and stupidity. I
won't waste time swapping the cane for a lighter version such as
I used yesterday. You will take the same one that I used on the
male and will receive it just as harshly. You will take twelve
strokes and should you try to avoid them... I will add many
extras."

There was a pause, a flurry of movement and the first stroke was
laid on with the customary grunt of effort. The girl slid up his
back and then back again with a loud yelp into his right ear. To
the observers she was spread even more indecently than she had
been on the bare horse. Hough's wide back forced her thighs
apart exposing her entire hair covered cleft. At any other time
and without the strokes of the cane, the position might well
have been erotic for her as her parted vulva was forced up and
down the ridged backbone of the male.

It was a merciless thrashing. Six strokes were delivered at one
minute intervals and soon had the girl sobbing uncontrollably.
She perspired heavily from both fear and pain making her contact
with his back wet and slippery.

Madam had a further step to enforce in her punishment. After the
six strokes she was told to dismount from Hough, then stand
between his arms facing his head. This placed her crotch at a
level with his face and just inches from it. She was told to lay
down along his back with her face just above his anal cleft with
his whealed and bruised buttocks either side of her face.

Without warning Madam then pushed Anna's face down hard so that
her nose and mouth were forced into the sweaty divide.

"And keep it there girl... at least it will muffle your
incessant yelling!"

At each stroke the girl's pubic mound was forced into Hough's
neck and her nose and mouth slid deep into his cleft. He would
not have wished that the female suffer the same strokes as he
had, but could not find their result anything other than erotic
for himself.

By the time the final stroke fell across the girl's spread
buttocks, her tears and dribble were running freely down Hough's
cleft and she slid rather than climbed off his back.

Back to his own punishment 'twelve strokes down, how many to
go?' James wondered knowing that his wife had given her full
permission for him to be caned just as hard as Madam felt
necessary. He was grateful for the securing straps preventing
any lack of control and any attempt to avoid the pain that would
no doubt have resulted in even more punishment.

It turned out to be just another eight strokes in two groups of
four making twenty in all, but the way they were laid on with
the cane being raised way over her shoulder made each group of
four memorable to say the least. Several strokes were laid over
the earlier wheals and those that missed, easily found the
earlier bruising from his wife's strapping.

Both of the evening's victims then found themselves available
for the inspection of the witnesses. They were ordered to stand,
feet wide apart and grasp their ankles with Madam totally
disinterested in just how painful it was to stretch the whealed
skin on their buttocks to achieve that position.

Their buttocks and the tops of their thighs were unbelievably
sensitive to the touch and the merest brushing of the guests'
fingertips over their fresh ridges was enough to make them
flinch. Naturally, they didn't stop at such contact and with the
women using their sharp nails to scrape the ridges, they were
both in some pain... in addition to the burning and throbbing
from the beating itself.

They were still in some after-pain later when, fully dressed
with Anna back in the schoolgirl uniform, they were addressed by
Madam.

"I have spoken to both of your partners earlier this evening and
made the following arrangements. You will both be taken back to
Mrs Hough's residence and will report to the housekeeper who has
been given certain instructions on how you are to be treated and
accommodated tonight. In the morning you will remain under the
authority of the Housekeeper until 10:00 a.m. when you will
report to Mrs Hough and await her pleasure. I hope not to have
to meet either of you again, but should you be sent back here
you will find the punishments you have received in the last
hours to be fairly mild compared with what you will receive on a
second visit."

The Company car duly arrived and James and the girl climbed into
the back relieved to find the soft leather seats. The journey
home was in silence with neither of them wishing to satisfy the
driver's curiosity as to why they were so subdued and why Anna
was dressed in the schoolgirl costume.

Following orders from Mrs Hough the driver dropped them at the
back door where a waiting Mrs Brady ordered them through to the
old kitchen that James knew only too well.

She soon had them standing at attention in front of her as she
sat in one of the hard wooden chairs.

"I understand that you have both been for a training session
that your respective partners arranged. You are both to report
to Mrs Hough at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow and in the meantime I have
been told to keep you both occupied as she is out on the town.
As Hough here may have told you, he has been working on cleaning
up this part of the house so that the local ladies fitness group
can use it when exercising in the grounds. It is also where he
carries out any domestic duties that his wife decrees. Tonight
there is a backlog of laundry that needs attention. You Hough,
will wash your wife's and my own intimate items and you girl
will hand wash Mrs Hough's gentleman friend's underwear. He has
kindly brought his weekly wash for your attention. I should
advise you girl that I have high standards and you should not
expect any leniency from me on account of any earlier
punishments you may have received."

The pair were therefore both surprised and relieved that Mrs
Daly found no fault with their efforts scrubbing the less than
pristine underwear they had been given. At around 10 p.m. she
said that she would get them bedded down for the night. James
was pleased that she made no mention of refastening his
restrainer, as his penis was still sore from the milkings that
he had been forced to undergo.

She led them through to a large windowless store room that
contained two single beds with blankets. She ordered them both
to strip and making no comments on the state of their bodies.
She then produced two dog collars to which were attached heavy
chains. These were soon fastened around their respective necks
with the end of the chain fixed to hooks in the wall next to the
beds. A Galvanised bucket stood under each bed for night time
use and it was obvious that the chains would enable them to use
the bucket but not make contact with each other for their mutual
comfort let alone sexual contact.

There was little conversation between them. Anna was still
fuming with indignation at the way she believed James had caused
her to have another beating. They both spent a restless night
with most positions proving to be uncomfortable with the coarse
blankets chafing their tenderised skins.

The cuckolded and humiliated James thought he heard a car at
some point. No doubt his wife Jayne was returning home from her
night out with her 'gentleman friend', presumably Harry.

Around eight in the morning Mrs Brady unchained them and allowed
them into the toilet and shower area. Both were still in pain
from their bruised and sore backsides but the shower and soap
helped, as did a light breakfast. They were however still
obliged to dress in the creased and dirty clothes that they had
worn for the visit to Madam McKenzie. It was mid-morning when
they were finally taken to the main lounge of the house and told
to wait outside the door.

They could hear voices but were unable to hear what was being
discussed. Eventually the door was opened by Harry, who told
them to stand in front of the large sofa as he took his seat
there with Jayne and Anna's husband.

The two victims stood at attention hoping against hope that they
would not be subjected to more pain or humiliation.

Jayne sniffed disapprovingly at their downcast and scruffy
appearance.

"I can but hope that you, James, will now have a better attitude
following Madame McKenzies' efforts. I take it that she gave you
a really thorough beating?"

James mumbled his agreement.

Anna's husband then took up the questioning: "I have spoken to
Madam MacKenzie and she has told me about your lack of effort
and the need to beat you twice. Before I make any further
comment I will inspect your punishment area. Strip and present
it to me girl."

With an embarrassed look at the other three people present Anna
slowly removed her tie, shirt and skirt then exposed her breasts
before turning away and slipping off her panties. She then stood
with her back to them.

"I really don't believe this girl... you know perfectly well how
to present for a buttocks inspection... now do it this instant,"
he ordered.

Anna immediately stood with legs wide apart and bent over to
grip her lower legs which shamelessly displayed her whealed and
bruised buttocks and revealed her hairy anal area and pouting
parted vulva.

He seemed satisfied with her position but still irritated that
it had taken her so long to assume it.

He looked at Mrs Hough.

"I would normally punish her for such an error, but it seems
that I should leave her buttocks until they have recovered
before inflicting further punishment. Do you have any
suggestions?"

Jayne looked at the girl, leant forward and ran her nails over
the whealed and bruised buttocks and thighs. "I see your point,
but I think that might be unduly lenient. It is entirely her own
fault if she is stupid enough to earn more punishment before the
marks of the earlier have faded. The sensitivity of the area
will certainly increase the pain that she feels but, that in
itself will be a valuable lesson for her to remember. On the
other hand there is nothing to prevent you ordering a punishment
to one of her many untouched areas such as her inner thighs. I
understand from my housekeeper that my husband really hates that
area being beaten and seems to find it rather uncomfortable, so
may I suggest that I send her to the kitchens for Mrs Brady to
lay on her wooden spoon to that area?"

With his agreement Mrs Hough pressed the servants' bell and Mrs
Brady soon appeared.

"I'm afraid we have some more unpleasant work for you said
Jayne. This gentleman requires that the girl here receive an
inner thigh beating with your spoon. Would you take her and
return her for inspection when you have done that please?"

"Certainly Madam" she replied and turning to the seated husband.
"Just how severely do you want the girl punished Sir?"

"Well Mrs Brady, this is very much a repeat offence that she has
been warned about on several previous occasions so I want her to
really feel it. I don't want her secured in any way but obliged
to remain in position and accept the pain as it is inflicted.
Don't worry about bruising her but lay on a properly severe
punishment... if you please." And turning to the now thoroughly
frightened Anna, "and I don't want to hear of any complaints
from this lady about you failing to obey her in any way
otherwise I will forget my kindness to your buttocks and lay
another thrashing in that area!"

Mrs Brady left with her charge having been told that they would,
after all, join her in a few minutes when she'd had time to
prepare the girl.

Several minutes later the three dominants stood, and ordering
James to accompany them, walked through the house to the
kitchens. James, having felt the spoon before had an idea on
what to expect but even he was surprised.

Anna had been told to lay on her back lengthwise along the large
sturdy table with her bottom on the edge her thighs clear of the
table and her lower legs and bare feet resting on two heavy
chairs which had been placed back to back but set well apart.

She had removed her skirt and her less than pristine panties
were displayed with the crotch stretched across her well parted
thighs. Tufts of pubic hair were visible either side as the
material failed to cover the entire spread crotch area. Despite
her earlier shower a scent of sweat hung over the room partly
from her soiled clothing and partly being generated from her
nervous anticipation.

Mrs Brady handed the worn stained and heavy kitchen spoon to
Anna's husband for his inspection. He slapped it a couple of
times against his palm and grunted that it seemed a little too
lenient for his taste and emphasised that this was not to be a
nominal infliction but one that would really hurt. He then leant
over her spread and exposed thighs to move the chairs even
further apart.

He then looked down at the now shaking girl and told her that
she would be expected to remain fully spread until she was told
she could move and that any undue movement would result in a
punishment by him. He then turned to Mrs Brady, gave her a brisk
nod and stood back to observe.

She moved into position on the outside of Anna's right thigh,
raised the spoon and brought the back of it slapping down just
above her knee with a loud splat on the soft defenceless flesh .
Anna was surprised just how much the stroke hurt, but managed to
control her reactions to a low grunt.

Systematically Mrs Brady worked her way up the soft white inner
thigh leaving ugly red blotches where the spoon had fallen. Each
overlapped the previous and the last, almost touching the panty
crotch, for a total of six.

She then walked around the two parted chairs and repeated the
strokes on the inner left thigh.

She looked expectantly at Anna's husband who then, without a
word indicated to his wife that she was to move herself further
up the table lifting her feet off the spread chairs. He then
positioned her feet so that they just touched but with her knees
well apart so that the legs were in a squatting position that
fully displayed the reddened inner thighs.

"If you please Mrs Brady, lay on three strokes with the front of
the spoon to each set of previous marks. You girl, will remain
in position... or else!"

James knew the different feel of the edges of the front of the
wretched spoon only too well. It concentrated the weight over a
narrower area and when laid on to the earlier bruises would be
hell to take.

It was.

Anna was soon in tears and as the second stroke hit she
instinctively closed her legs drawing them up to her chest.
There was total silence as she repositioned herself breaking the
silence with a sobbed "Sorry Sir!" to her husband.

The same happened with the other thigh and though the full
number had been laid on she remained spread knowing only too
well that she would now have to pay the price for her
disobedience.

"You have embarrassed me beyond belief girl. You can forget any
leniency that your previous beatings might have earned and you
can certainly expect a sound thrashing when we return home
tonight. In the meantime I will bring your shortcomings to your
immediate attention. Close your legs and bring them up to your
chest... now part the knees and keep them bent."

This position had the effect of displaying the pubic area as it
bulged under the panty crotch with its divide clearly visible.
He took the spoon from Mrs Brady.

"I will now lay six slaps across your genital area, three with
the back of this spoon and three with the front. It is obviously
going to hurt but you will keep your knees up and parted...
otherwise I will start again. Your pubic hair and panties will
offer you some protection but the way you normally gape in that
area... it won't be much."

As he positioned himself to the side of the table her legs
started to shake with fear and anticipation. She was not aware
of how Mrs Hough and her friend moved to the end of the table to
have the better view of the infliction as her eyes were tight
shut.

With each stroke her legs flexed and moved, but went back to the
spread position. Each was laid on hard and the final three
slapped into the swollen mound with even greater harshness. When
told she could dismount she stood trembling with her legs wide
apart to ease the throbbing from her outer and inner labia.

With a permissive nod from her husband Anna replaced her skirt
and then the party returned to the more comfortable area of the
house for coffee served by Mrs Brady. Naturally, this service
was not extended to the two errant spouses who were left
standing at attention in front of the dominants who were relaxed
in their comfortable arm chairs.

Mrs Hough announced that she was leaving for the USA in a few
days on an important business trip and that she would be taking
her new boy-friend... but James would have to be left behind.
She expressed her concern that whatever progress had been made
in his training would be lost. She was anxious that he not be
allowed to slip back in any way.

Anna's husband, seemingly oblivious to the girl's constant
fidgeting as she tried to remain at attention despite the
constant throbbing from her recent beating, remarked that he had
used the services of a lady down in the West Country who offered
a discrete service of that nature. She was fully conversant with
the needs and methods of control and took on both male and
females under discipline. Her fees were rather high but he had
seen several of her "guests" including his own wife and could
vouch for her dedication in maintaining the highest standards of
obedience.

He went on to say that the good lady verged on the overly strict
approach but better that than allow any backsliding. He offered
to see if she could accept James and, taking his mobile 'phone
out, called her.

It seemed that she did indeed have a vacancy and so he passed
the mobile to Mrs Hough who provisionally booked him in for the
next day... so that he would have time to "settle in" and she
could advise on any problems with him before she left.

Having confirmed that the lady, Miss Finch, was aware that he
would require constant supervision and the strictest level of
control, Mrs Hough agreed to complete the lengthy form that
would shortly arrive in her email.

The form covered everything from his allowed clothing, training
weaknesses that needed extra attention, punishment and
discipline guidelines, maintenance beating routine and schedules
and all the other details that would be needed to ensure a
productive stay for the hapless cuckolded husband.

Having said their farewells to Anna and her dominant husband,
Mrs Hough and her boyfriend disappeared to her office to
complete the forms required by Miss Finch.

The first surprise was when Jayne read through Miss Finch's
extensive CV and found that following her initial employment as
a travelling sales representative in correctional goods, she had
formed her own company. She now specialised in the test and
development of a wide variety of items for the use of those in
employment in Correctional Centres as well as the many
housewives and husbands who had taken up the challenge of
disobedient spouses.

The form was had some questions in the multi-choice format where
Jayne simply had to tick the boxes that most reflected her
attitude and wishes such as...

Should the overall level of discipline be (a) Nominal (b) Firm
(c) Strict or (d) Harsh.

Was any part of the body excused from the application of the
appropriate pain? ... and if the answer was Yes, she was invited
to state what areas were not to be punished.

It would have taken some time to complete the form carefully in
the best interests of James, but that was hardly her concern.
She quickly ran her pen down the empty boxes so that a tick was
placed against the far right column which would permit every
facility offered by Miss Finch to be available to her and to the
degree she thought reasonable. This certainly included the
section on "Personal service duties and training".

The area on Maintenance beatings was however ticked in detail as
she wanted them to be just how she had already carried them out,
plus a few other ideas that would help to make Friday nights
memorable. In that way it would remind James that he was still
under the distant control of his wife as well as Miss Finch.

James was woken by his alarm clock at 5am. As he had been
instructed on the previous evening by his wife, he quickly
visited the toilet, shaved and showered and walked out of what
had recently been his own front door where one of the company
cars were waiting.

He had been told not to take any personal items let alone
luggage as his temporary owner would supply everything she
thought he needed. He noted that the driver had been told not to
enter into any conversation and soon hit the motorway system
heading south-west.

Despite the discomfort from his backside he did his best not to
change position too often and attract the driver's attention
during what turned out to be a long journey. There was one brief
stop at a Motorway Service Centre for the toilets and then
another long drive.

Eventually he was dropped outside an isolated and large old
house with numerous outbuildings in the grounds. He walked up to
the front door and pulled the knob set in the brickwork, hearing
a bell clang in the distance.

When nothing had happened he rang the bell again and after a
minute or so the heavy oak door was opened by a well-built lady
in her late forties with her greying hair swept back in a formal
bun and dressed in a business suit.

"James Hough reporting Ma'am," he said nervously.

The woman looked at him with total disdain and motioned him to
enter.

Once the door had closed she looked earnestly at him, smiled and
told him to close his eyes which he did. He didn't hear her
right palm as it was raised and brought swinging down to connect
with his right cheek with a level of force that nearly knocked
him over. Before he could react, her other hand had slapped into
his left cheek with equal force.

"You never again use the front door Hough unless you are
accompanying a lady of the house. I shall report you for this
error believe me. You are here as a servant and nothing else and
you had better remember that!"

Seething with anger she led him through to an office, told him
to wait outside and, having knocked, went in closing the door
behind her. It took a few minutes before the door opened and he
was ushered in to a large well lit room with a large impressive
desk. Behind it sat a thirties-something lady with long dark
hair in a smart business suit.

She looked him up and down with disdain.

"My name is Miss Finch. You will be in my care until your wife
sends for you again on her return from her business trip. I and
my staff have been given total authority over you and you can
expect to be disciplined as we consider necessary. All my staff
are to be addressed as either Ma'am or Miss as they direct and
will be totally respected and obeyed at all times."

"As well as my staff, and there are many ladies employed here,
we have a squad of female prisoners seconded from one of the
Correctional Centres that you may have heard about. You will see
their two escorting wardresses who will also have authority over
you and you should also realise that you are junior to and
subservient to even the 12 female prisoners whom you will also
address as Miss."

"I have read the reports from your Assessment and the other
ladies and like your wife, I am far from convinced that you will
learn the easy way so have instructed my staff to extend no
leniency and to discipline you for any mistake that you make.
You will have no right of appeal and should you try to question
any orders or punishments that my ladies decide you need... you
will deal directly with me."

"One further point: The business here is the design, testing and
production of items for the State Correctional Centres and
domestic use. This includes everything from prisoner uniforms,
disciplinary items such as items of wear that will cause
discomfort, humiliation and serve to establish the lowly status
of the male or female prisoner and of course, a wide range of
implements with which the policy of rigorous corporal punishment
is inflicted."

"The female prisoners are here for the express purpose of being
used for testing of all of our products and are therefore
subjected to frequent experiments by my staff. You and they may
consider the deliberate application of pain for such reasons to
be unfair and illegal, but we have Government approval and,
subject to the continuing approval of their visiting inspectors,
we will continue to test our products to the full."

"Your primary role here during the time your wife decides to
leave you in our care will be to act as a general servant to any
staff member, visiting wardress or even at times to any of the
female prisoners. You will also spend time in our retail shop
which caters for members of the public and supplements our
extensive web page offering items that we produce. You may be
required to help answer any queries that customers may have
regarding their possible purchases for use on their male
servants and finally, as we are a test and development site, you
will be required to carry out trials on any products that are
under test and are more suitable for the male application. In
brief Hough, you will be used for whatever jobs we may wish and
will be required to carry out all your tasks with the utmost
effort and without complaint."

"You should remember that you will be subjected to a strict
disciplinary code for the slightest breach of any offence that
one of my ladies might consider you have committed, so tread
very carefully. My PA Mrs Eland will now take you for a uniform
fitting and then find you your first task."

"Dismiss!"

Shaken by all the implications of what might happen to him in
this new situation, James carried out a smart about turn and
marched off after Mrs Eland, who was already exiting the office.

He followed her down a series of corridors that held offices and
what seemed to be a production factory and eventually arrived in
a large retail shop.

What chilled him to the bone was the rack after rack displaying
the products that were for sale. One was devoted to bamboo canes
of every size and severity with others devoted to straps,
paddles and other instruments of punishment. Several mannequins
displayed what seemed to be uniform type clothing for both male
and females neither of which emphasised modesty in any form.
There was a large wooden counter behind which stood an
attractive lady in her late thirties with short fair hair and
wearing a blouse and skirt. She was attending to an older lady
wearing a tweed suit and sensible shoes who had laid a selection
of riding crops on the counter to examine.

Mrs Eland waited patiently taking care not to distract the
customer from her purchase. The lady spoke:

"I'm really spoilt for choice here. They are all slim and
flexible so I need to choose the one that will sting without
causing too much bruising."

Thoughtfully she gave two of them a practice swish. She
eventually reduced her choice down to two crops, one brown in
colour with a large tab at the tip and another black one
somewhat thinner with a tassel of knotted cord at the tip. Both
looked vicious items to James as he pondered their eventual
victim's reaction.

The lady assistant spoke:

"I think I can be of some help with your choice here Madam,
since you haven't brought your girl-servant with you why not try
them out on one of our junior assistants?"

She turned to direct her voice to the entrance to the rear of
the shop. "Girl, get out here!" she commanded.

A tall female in her early thirties appeared dressed in a shirt,
short skirt and stockings who was obviously the duty model for
the shop. She was tall and well-built with fair hair tied back
in a tight bun. She had a look on her face of both fear and
abject resignation.

"We have one of the Correctional Centre inmates on duty here in
the shop as a model for anything a customer might be interested
in buying. They have to work in shifts and this one came on duty
at 2 p.m. So far she has assisted three customers by taking
strokes from various implements that they wished to try.
Fortunately for her, two other customers brought their servants
with them and so those servants were used to try out the
implements. Do you punish your servant over clothes or on the
bare Madam and what normal position do you prefer?"

The girl was concerned to hear that the customer always punished
on the bare and preferred a position that would ensure a tight
rump. Even worse she commented that there was no need to worry
about her modesty.

"Well girl, as you have heard this lady wishes to try out a
couple of the riding switches so... skirt and panties off and
then I want you over this punishment horse."

The girl stripped as she had been instructed revealing that her
buttocks and upper thighs had indeed been used for earlier
demonstrations.

She knew however that no form of protest or pleading would be
tolerated so meekly followed the two women to the far side of
the shop where various horses were on display. They were well
separated and all of a heavy leather padded construction with
various straps with which a victim could be secured. She was
told to mount a simple wide tube mounted on four legs so that in
laying down the length with her crotch astride the tube, her
ample buttocks were hanging over the end.

Because of the diameter of the tube her thighs were spread to
the maximum and her hairy anal cleft and vulva blatantly
displayed. This was made even more exposed when she lifted both
feet to place them on the foot rests that raised her knees to be
almost level with her hips so that she was in a supported
squatting position. There were hand grips at the end that she
quickly grasped knowing that she would need to hang on as hard
as she could once the pain started.

Behind her she could hear the woman constantly swapping the
crops from one hand to the other and practicing swishing them
through the air.

The lady assistant, a little disappointed that her sale would be
limited to just one crop decided to try to add to the deal:

"There are a couple of items that you might like to consider
Madam, as you mentioned light bruising we find that if the
servant is figged, you know having something like ginger placed
in their anal cavity, the buttocks are usually more relaxed and
the bruising reduced slightly. Preparing ginger to the right
shape is always a little time consuming so we have designed,
tested and produced plastic devices that serve the same purpose.
They are disposable, but of course with just one servant who can
clean them afterwards, they can be used several times.
Naturally, a hygienic applier is supplied as the anal area is
rarely clean when a flogging is about to be received."

She produced a white four inch long tube with a wide flange at
one end. There were concentric flexible discs every half an inch
on the tube and almost an inch in diameter.

"We are looking at different sizes as we appreciate that this
one size will be very tight on some servants and a little too
slack on others, but once inserted it will always discourage
clenching of the buttocks."

The tweed suited lady studied the item carefully and agreed to
being shown how it worked.

With a plastic tool that gripped the device at the flange, the
assistant introduced the pointed end to the girls puckered anus
and pressed it through the sphincter.

Ignoring the girls gasp of discomfort she described how the
flexible wide discs would flex to allow entry and how to ensure
tightness lubrication was not recommended, however when the area
around the anus was somewhat hairy as in this case, the hairs
would get pulled into the cavity which could prove painful in
itself.

She then slowly worked the device into the girl's anus until the
flange fitted snugly into the anal cleft, pushed hard then
relaxed allowing the discs to be pulled into the wide
uncomfortable position, unclipped the hygienic applicator and
stood back.

The girl's fidgeting soon convinced the lady that the item was
painful and humiliating and she would certainly be avoiding any
clenching manoeuvres when the crop was laid on.

Next the sales assistant walked back to the displays and
returned with a litre bottle clearly labelled "Wheal Enhancer".
She explained that it was always good practice to swab down any
really prominent wheals following a beating and the contents of
this bottle would certainly provide a disinfecting service but
would also really add to the tenderness of the skin. She
explained that it was recommended to be applied some minutes
after the last stroke had been laid on and it came with a stiff
toothbrush type applicator that would ensure it reached the
parts that were sensitive.

So saying, she unclipped the brush from the side of the bottle,
dipped it in for a few seconds and then, having selected an
existing weal that was prominent on the girl's spread buttocks,
dragged the dripping wet and stiff brush along its length.

The reaction was instantaneous.

The girl almost stood on the foot rests thrusting her hips up.
There was a second yelp as she forgot the anal probe and
clenched her buttocks. It took several seconds before she
regained the required position.

The lady smiled approvingly and asked the assistant to include
both items on her bill, then holding the first crop, she stood
to the girl's back and side and brought the first trial stroke
whistling down to impact with a loud "splat" in the centre of
the tight left buttock. Just seconds later the tab slapped into
the centre of the right buttock.

They both hurt.

Before the girl had time to collect her thoughts the lady had
changed to the long thin black crop and the first stroke had
been brought whistling down across the two tab marks. It was
followed three seconds later by the second which almost overlaid
the first.

The girl desperately bucked and lurched but each movement caused
more pain to the invaded soft delicate anus. It took several
seconds until her breathing returned to normal and she was told
to dismount.

The lady in tweeds showed her both crops and asked which one of
the two she would choose if she was due for more strokes.
Without hesitation she pointed to the brown tabbed one.

The lady simply turned to the assistant and told her to wrap up
the other crop and add it to the bill for both the anal figgers
and the antiseptic. With the business concluded and following
the usual pleasantries she departed.

The assistant casually had the girl bend over the counter whilst
she, without any thought to minimise the discomfort of the
retraction, pulled the anal device out with the applicator. She
then handed it to the girl with a sniff of distaste and told her
to clean it up as there was no point in throwing it away in case
another customer wished to try it on their servant later in the
day.

Turning to James, and having ascertained that he was there for
uniform issue, she ordered him to strip completely.

Such an instruction from a mere shop assistant might normally
have been resisted, but having been conditioned by the girl's
obedience to the assistant's orders, he quickly removed his
clothes at the same time that the girl was replacing hers on the
other side of the room.

When he stood naked in front of her, the assistant produced a
tape measure and without any embarrassment ran it over him to
determine his sizes. She then circulated around various shelves
and cupboards locating the clothes he would be required to wear
whilst in Miss Finch's tender care.

First he was handed an abbreviated form of athletic support and
James immediately noted that the inside of the pouch was lined
with a Velcro like material. Once he had carefully donned that
tightly fitting garment he soon realised that the rough lining
was more than a little uncomfortable around his sore partially
erect penis and scrotum. He was also aware that it might
preserve his modesty a little but would do nothing to protect
his buttocks from any form of punishment implement.

Next came a pair of plain white trainers for his feet, a thin
white T-shirt and a pair of extremely thin almost translucent
shorts.

She also issued him with the usual shaving kit, toothbrush and
toothpaste as well as a large bar of cheap soap and some towels.
What puzzled him was a short Velcro covered strap that was also
thrown into a small bag with the more mundane items.

Mrs Eland then resumed control of James and marched him back
through the factory section to the office block. She brought him
to a halt outside a door with the name "Miss Sophie Ellis"
embossed on a plate.

After a cursory knock a voice instructed them to "Come in
please" and James found himself at attention in front of a desk
behind which stood a very tall heavily built lady with fair hair
in a ponytail, noticeably large chubby breasts swelling under a
partially unbuttoned blouse, heavy hips and most surprisingly to
James, a warm and welcoming smile. In front of her was a large
file with his name prominent on the front.

To be continued:

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