Brookdale Chapter Nine

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Brookdale Chapter NineCHAPTER NINEJames took hold of Becca’s left hand in his firm grip, crushing the badly swollen palm with sadistic delight. “Come; let us not delay in completing your request.”He then led Becca over to a metal triangle, some 8 feet high at the apex and with a base 5 feet in length set into the floor of the basement. At each corner, there were suitable restraints to make secure wrists and ankles. The unit would be invaluable for any occupier of the house wishing to chastise their slaves.James swiftly fixed her bracelet’d’ rings to the top of the contraption and secured her ankle bracelets to the restraints at the base spreading Becca’s legs wide. Thus, the naked figure of Becca was openly available to whatever James wanted to do.Retrieving the leather crop in his right hand, James proceeded to flick the end of the weapon several times lightly across the soft flesh of Becca’s left inner thigh, about 3 inches above her knee joint. He watched with a wicked glint in his eye, the muscles flexing under her smooth soft skin as her futile attempts to close her legs met with no success.Lifting the switch back over his left shoulder, James brought the wicked instrument of pain down sharply to cut into Becca’s thigh flesh just about the spot that had received the touch of the switch.There was a slight pause before Becca’s shrill scream echoed around the room as James watched the thin switch cut into the straining flesh and the white stripe quickly fill with red.”Please, please Master….I’m sorry…..please no more!! I beg you please …no more.” Becca sobbed, her tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to absorb the awful torment of the stroke. The room echoed with Becca’s cries for mercy but the walls were as receptive as James and he studiously ignored her sobbing requests for relief.The tethered body of Becca squirmed and writhed on the triangle as, with little delay and using his skill as a tennis player, he performed a perfect forehand stroke as he slashed the rod into her right thigh at the same level. Becca attempted to absorb the excruciating pain lancing through the soft intimate flesh of her inner thighs. With scarcely a seconds thought, James performed another backhand and the whalebone switch cut deep into the soft thigh flesh about 2 inches from her spread labial lips. Then he watched the cane sink deep into her yielding inner right thigh to mirror the previous cut. James stepped back so that he could appreciate the widespread posture imposed on Becca, as her legs were held taut by the ankle bracelets fixed to the metal triangle. His eyes glinted with pleasure as he looked upon the two angry parallel welts that now decorated each of Becca’s inner thighs.Releasing Becca from her stringent bondage James said. “Now we have some unfinished business with your backside, woman so we will recommence with the caning. I recall that, in view of your request for a break, I decided that you would have start at the beginning with all six strokes to come!!! Do you still feel confident that you will be able to dispense with any restraints, or will you request to be pinioned whilst you receive 12 strokes instead?”After she was released from the metal triangle, Becca’s hands were at first tempted to go to her thighs in an effort to relieve the intense burning pain from them left by the switch, but she resisted for she surmised that James would be happy to impose more punishment for such an action. With a tremendous effort of will, Becca managed to control her next urge to drop to the floor and prostrate herself before James and beg for mercy. Instead, with her heart thumping and hot wet tears dribbling down her cheeks, she again adopted a kneeling position before James, her throbbing hands clasped behind her neck. James was speaking and Becca was barely certain of what he was saying. All she knew was that she had six blows to receive. But her mind caught up quickly. ~ Is it an offer or a tease to be bound? Twelve . . . I cannot bear twelve! ~ She remained in turmoil for a moment, quivering from the pain that spread through her. Finally she sat up on her knees, about to request to be bound for fear she would not remain in place for an additional six strokes. James stood looking at Becca as she remained kneeling before his imposing figure, her naked body shaking and quivering as she attempted to control the pain of that last cut, her eyes watering with her warm tears. He was waiting for Becca’s answer to his question as to whether she would be able to take more cuts to her bottom without restraint. However, on seeing the naked woman adopt her abject position, canlı bahis James suddenly changed his mind.”On reflection, I have decided that I am in need of some relief before we continue with the matter.” James gestured to his quivering length of manhood sticking out from his lower belly. “Get those sweet lips of yours around your ultimate Master, and show how much you desire to please me. In addition, I desire to feel the hot glow from those weal’s upon your hands, so I want you hold the back of my thighs as you offer your obeisance.”Becca was cringing as she knelt before James, her palms scorched by the cruel cuts of the cane, her inner thighs quivering with agony and torment. Things were not going quite as she had imagined. In her fantasies she had been perfect and never required punishment of any kind. Now she was on her third, and still had to finish her first. Becca sniffled as she looked up to her Master as he spoke again. It would mean rest to service him and it was not a choice she was being given. Gratefully, Becca crawled forward on her knees. “Thank you Master, your slave wishes only to please you.” She murmured and bent low to kiss his feet quickly to show her gratitude further. Straightening again, Becca gingerly wrapped her hands around to hold his thighs, wincing for the added aggravation to her. Without needing to be told a second time she took the head of his cock between her lips and pulled him into her warm mouth. The burning imprints of the cane served as a reminder to prevent her from hesitating in any form. Becca sucked deeply as she took as much of his length into her mouth as she was able. Her tongue worked over the underside, rubbing slightly as she endeavoured to satisfy him. Her aching hands pressed tightly to the backs of his thighs reflexively twitched and pulled soft noises from her throat showing the continuing ache of her wounds.As before, Becca peeked to the side and into the mirrored closet door to one side. She could see herself easily and it returned the same erotic feeling to her mind. The difference this time was the marks upon her naked flesh, red lines, not pink, but vividly red. She closed her eyes to the powerful image and continued the strong suckling of his member.James gazed down on Becca’s nakedness as she grovelled and kissed his feet and he took in the sight of the four welts that crossed her buttocks. ~ Soon that backside will be decorated with more lines of torment, but how many? Would she go for the extra twelve cuts, with the security that she would be restrained and thus prevent any adverse physical actions? Well, I’ll wait and see. ~Feeling Becca’s sore and tender palms pressing against the backs of his thighs, James revelled in the subjugation of the woman. He sighed as the tip of his member was taken between Becca’s soft sweet lips, and his contentment grew on feeling the rest of his cock enter the moist warm confines of her mouth. His hands rested lightly on Becca’s head, his fingers gently running through her flaming red hair and down to her shoulders, whilst he could feel the warmth of her breath on his belly as her bobbing head engulfed his length.Becca felt differently than she had before her punishment had begun. She had been eager anticipation from the beginning, but it was as if the imprint of the whalebone in her flesh doubled that feeling. The pain was bright, like nothing she had ever felt before but as she worked to bring her Master pleasures she seemed to savour her first lesson, ridiculous though this would be, and felt her own sort of pleasure. The gentle touch to her hair helped her to calm further and she began to truly enjoy the feeling of his member in her mouth.”Whilst you are engaged upon this pleasant task, think carefully of your next decision, woman.” James spoke in a soft tone, but one full of menace. “Will you be able to cope with a further six strokes, unrestrained?”She wanted to be able to take the strokes without restraint but Becca realised what was before her still. The intense agony that would be doled out would leave her crumpled and only incur further punishment for not holding position. She had no endurance for pain and now feared it greatly. Becca knew her choice and was grateful for being allowed the chance to request being bound.As he enjoyed the continuing ministrations of Becca’s tongue and sucking lips, James could feel the desire to spurt his essence into the throat of the naked and abject Becca who knelt before him. Taking a firmer grip on her hair, twisting the shoulder length tresses in his fingers, he began to force the pace of Becca’s actions. James bets10 felt the head of his member touch the back of Becca’s throat and his churning loins began to push his milky white cum up to the tip of his raging cock.With a cry of undisguised pleasure, James erupted and gouts of his jism coated Becca’s mouth and throat as his cock throbbed and quivered. Becca knew that this time her Master would enjoy her to completion. The sudden grip on her hair was an indicator of that. It was as if she was more aware than ever of the different sensations. She felt his staff grow more rigid as James increased her pace with his hold and gagged slightly as the head brushed the back of her throat. Her sore hands held his thighs more tightly as she fought to maintain her composure and focus solely on pleasing him.Then it began. The flood came with his yell. Now Becca’s focus was narrowed toconcentrate on the hot fluid that filled her mouth and coated her throat. It was difficult to swallow, as he still filled her mouth but somehow Becca managed it, to a certain extent. Eventually, James felt his excitement subside and he allowed his wilting member to drop from the lips of the kneeling figure of Becca. As his cock slid wetly from her lips, she groaned softly, swallowing again the sticky fluid as James wiped himself against her face. She looked up to her Master, her lips forming a smile displaying her contentment at bringingJames such oral pleasure, as she raised the back of her hand to wipe at her cheek and nose.James had keenly watched the kneeling woman as she coped with his essence when it erupted into the warm confines of her willing mouth. He saw the slick streams that traced their way across her face, and took in the gesture as her hand wiped the sticky fluid from her cheek.”Lick it up, woman.” James ordered. “You will never waste any of my cum, but consume it with relish and appreciation.”Becca was still dealing with the texture and flavour of what had filled her mouth as this new order came out. “Yes Master.” Becca continued to look up at James until the back of her hand was before her lips. Then as ordered, she licked over the back of her trembling hand so as not to miss any of his seed.As Becca eagerly licked the jism from her hand, James then stepped back and addressed the kneeling figure. “Have you decided on the question posed to you earlier? I await your answer with anticipation of more enjoyment to come.””Yes Master. Your slave has decided.” She said softly. “She wishes to be restrained Master. Your slave fears she will disappoint you if she tries to hold position and fails.” Becca remained on her knees looking up into James’s eyes hopefully. Her own still puffed from crying. Slowly she leaned forward and rests her head to his knee. “It hurts too much to do it on my own.” She whispered her voice barely audible but still pleading.Hearing Becca’s words of pleading, James allowed a smile to cross his saturnine features. ~ So the woman has realised what tremendous self-control is necessary before she can become the slave that she wishes to be. ~Instructing Becca to stand, James “Come, and then let us not delay in completing your request.”James led the naked Becca across the hard floor of the basement until she stood before a metal framework similar to the parallel bars used by gymnast. However, the vertical supports of this unit were height adjustable by use of a system of hydraulics below the floor, and the horizontal bars were fitted with hooks set in the metal every six inches along the length. Using a remote control unit, James altered the height of the parallel bars so that the front one was level with the front of Becca’s upper thighs, whilst the rear set remained at the height of Becca’s shoulders. “Get yourself across that,” James instructed Becca and he pushed her against the cold unyielding strength of the front bar. “Lean forward and under the back one, so that your shoulders are pressed against the pole.” James continued. “Now reach out sideways with your arms and take hold of the bar.” Whilst waiting for Becca to comply, James made ready to fix the clip rings on Becca’s bracelets to the hooks on the bar.Fluttering had begun deep in Becca’s stomach at the idea of being bound. She was both frightened and excited to be restrained for the first time. The concept had always fascinated her. Still, Becca was painfully aware of the reason she was being cuffed. Her punishment was not finished, at least now she would have no place to move when the pain became too great.The contraption was odd, something Becca had never seen before, in this sense. bets10 giriş She looked at it warily until she was pushed forward and into the lower bar. It dug in, cold and unbending. Becca whimpered softly as goose bumps rippled over her flesh.She did exactly as told and to precariously lean over the bar. It dug in more to her upper thighs with her body pulling forward to get under the second bar. She reached her arms straight out from her sides and completed the positioning by grasping the bar. She did not squeeze her hands closed but held herself lightly. The cold metal soothed the burning and surrounding flesh of each palm but she still whimpered, for the pressure, as light as it was still painful. u*********sly, Becca was on her toes as she held the position. Her striped buttocks jutting out behind her inviting the stroke of the cane, once her Master had secured her. Her legs were slightly apart and left her sex visible as well as the tiny rosebud of her anus. The labia glistened with moisture that Becca was totally unaware of. Her hanging breasts jiggled slightly as she took long steadying breaths while she waited the same mixture of fear and excitement now raging in her. Already she felt she could deal with anything if she were heldin place for it. ~ That is not the way I should think . . . I need to work at keeping myself in position and not relying on bondage. But it does give a delicious sort of distraction to the pain. ~ Becca was barely aware that she had in fact calmed considerably once she was in position.As James watched Becca obey his command, he appreciated how the strict posture of the bars thrust Becca’s breasts into prominence as if begging to be caressed, by hand or maybe by whip or cane. ~ That pleasure waits in the future. ~Fastening the clip rings on her bracelets to the hooks on the rear bar, James ensured that Becca’s arms were fully extended and pressed against the ice-cold surface of the metal tubing.Becca found that within seconds she was secured and absolutely unable to free herself. A shiver ran through her body, partly from the contact with the metal bar and partly from the intense feeling of helplessness she now experienced. Becca relaxed as much as she could in her bonds and closed her eyes.Taking up the whalebone switch, James lightly tapped the vicious tip of the rod against the upper inner surface of Becca’s thighs, indicating that she should move her legs slightly apart. As he did this, the cane came into contact with the bright red stripe already decorating her soft flesh, producing a slight cry of torment to escape Becca’s lips. James then noticed Becca’s glistening labial lips and traced the tip of the whalebone switch along the ultra sensitive lips. ~ My word, she really is excited at the beating she has just received and she appears to be eagerly awaiting the continuation of her pain. ~Becca had flinched quite visibly startled at the touch of the cane that tapped at her inner thighs, uttering a short yelp that was repeated as she felt the light touch to her sensitive labia. She did however understand the implication of the touch and spread her legs further.James observed how Becca’s thrusting breasts became still as she fought to control her breathing and she was successful in her efforts. ~ We’ll see how long you can maintain your will over the pain, my dear as the cane cuts more strokes of agony across your martyred flesh ~.After a short pause, James sawed the length of torment gently across the upper slopes of Becca’s bottom cheeks, and he anticipated again the pleasure of laying twelve hard stripes across the flesh that was already well marked from the previous lashes of the cane.”I will refrain from securing your ankles, as I wish to see your reaction as the cane slices into those rounded buttocks again.” James informed the tethered woman.Raising the switch to shoulder height, James brought it swishing down to cut deep into the full curve of the prominently displayed bottom flesh, already badly marked from the previous stripes. Across Becca’s quivering cheeks a wicked twin tracked weal had now been raised, it was slowly turning from red to a dark purple. He lifted the supple rod again, paused, and then whipped it down across her soft bottom, letting it bite in, just below that first cruel stroke.Again, James tapped the whalebone rod gently against Becca’s quivering cheeks, watching the well-marked flesh wobble slightly each time at its contact. Then the tapping stopped as the cane left her bottom and the cane came whistling down, ending with a loud crack, and her flesh rippling from its point of impact as it sliced into her plump round cheeks. James watched as another band of pain blazed across her bottom.”Let me hear your appreciation for the time that I am spending in the training of such a wayward young woman.” James demanded.

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