by DJ Black
Emma had been under Mildred's tutelage for a month now. On three occasions she had almost left, but something had held her. She was totally out of her depth, a point underpinned after the first week when Mildred had written out a resignation from her job and demanded that Emma sign it. It was the only time she even attempted to defy her new mistress. Even as the word formed as a thought in her mind, she felt herself falling into the abyss.
That refusal had cost her the last of her dignity, not to mention that it had robbed her of all sitting down privileges for a week. Of course, she had signed almost at once, but too late to save her tender bottom.
Mildred had spanked her at once. She had sat on the sofa and put Emma across her knee. Emma had only struggled a little, accustomed as she was becoming to submission.
"Look, I don't see why..." Emma had protested.
Mildred had ignored her and merely flipped up the little skirt she had been permitted to wear, to reveal her bare bottom beneath.
"Jenny, the hall brush if you please!" Mildred had barked.
"Look, please, I am not ready to give everything up just yet," Emma had said almost conversationally, a ridiculous tone to take when one is bare-bottomed over another woman's knee.
Jenny appeared almost at once, and handed Mildred the brush. Emma blushed, she was still not used to such humiliating and public surrender. To make matters worse, Jenny smirked a little.
"All right, you can go," Mildred said sternly.
Jenny returned a little pout of disappointment, but did as she was told.
The spanking had been hard and fast. Emma had struggled and wailed from the start and after only two minutes she had started to cry.
"All right, I'll do it if you think I should," Emma had begged.
The spanking had continued for at least five minutes before Mildred had set on her feet.
"All right, sign it quickly."
Emma had obeyed, barely able to read the words for her tears.
"Good. Now Jenny will post it in the morning. As for you, young lady, you will learn never to say no to me again."
"But I signed," Emma wailed, rubbing her bottom.
"Of course you signed, but you said no to me."
What had followed had been quite difficult. Emma was led to the dungeon and stripped naked. Then she had been belted at the waist with a broad double-strapped affair with cuffs at the small of the back. After that she had been forced into a kneeling position so that the second part of the harness could be belted around her thighs. This left her well-secured and bent double with her bottom pointing upwards.
To make matters worse, the whole operation had been carried out by Jenny who took every opportunity to gloat at Emma's discomfort.
It seemed to take an age for Mildred to reappear and when she did, she was dressed from head to toe in leather, a sure sign that Emma was in for an ordeal.
"Give the girl an enema and then lay out the paddle straps, heavy paddles and whipcords," Mildred said dismissively.
Jenny grabbed Emma by her hair at this command and leered in her face.
"Get on with it. Do a good job and you can stay," Mildred barked.
Three whole enemas later Emma felt thoroughly cleansed and as humble as it was possible to feel. She had sobbed throughout the procedures and the punishment proper had not even yet begun.
"Will you ever disobey me again?" Mildred whispered in her ear.
"No, I swear," Emma said emphatically.
"You swear, do you?" Mildred laughed.
"Oh God, yes!" Emma babbled.
"You know you must be punished?" Mildred cocked an eyebrow so that Emma knew her answer was a test.
"Yes, yes, severely ma'am," Emma almost begged. Only not too hard, she thought.
Mildred leaned over and took Emma by the chin, then shrugged.
"No, I can't be bothered with you."
All Emma's emotions were written on her face at this statement, chief amongst them being disappointment.
"Ma'am?" Emma's voice had a hint of panic and her breath had come hard and fast.
"Do you think I should bother with you then?" Mildred had asked.
"Oh Ma'am... I don't..." Emma's confusion had been plain.
"A simple enough question." Mildred had shrugged again.
"Yes ma'am, I am sorry," Emma gushed.
"So you need to be punished?"
Emma's back had begun hurting by this time.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Emma whispered.
"Answer me!" Mildred had bellowed.
"Yes." Emma's voice had been small.
Mildred had picked up one of the paddles and had demanded that she kiss it.
"Ask me to chastise you more than I have before," Mildred ordered.
Emma had nodded. It was all she had had the strength for and, seeing that it was not enough, she had frantically kissed and licked at the paddle. It had kissed her back.
The spanking had been long and hard. After that, abrasive straps and nylon 'birches' had been followed by the tawse. Finally, she had been released to stand at the pillory. More had followed, much more.
That had been three weeks before. Now she had a new trial. Today he came.
Emma had been nervous all morning. It had been the first time in a while that she had been allowed to dress in anything approaching street-wear. The picture of conformity she now presented felt strangely more constrained than the submissive garb that had become the norm over the past few weeks.
Jenny had been resentful of Emma's, albeit temporary, rise in status and only that morning been severely spanked. Emma had enjoyed the spectacle of Jenny over Mildred's knee as her bare bottom was turned to a decided polished red. Jenny's subsequent tears and exile to the corner had been an added treat.
Jenny made quite a picture as she stood even now with her skirts held neatly in the small of her back above her recently reddened bare bottom. Jenny's bottom was quite something, Emma observed. It was exquisitely tight and smallish while it retained an opulent prominence that took the form of two firm high-set spheres. The other characteristic of her bottom was its almost supernatural smoothness. This was only enhanced when it carried, as it did now, a deep red sheen. How does Mildred spank so? She could put a red polish on a bottom that could last for hours if not days. Emma found it within herself to smile; she doubted that at this moment Jenny appreciated the aesthetics of her spanking. Indeed, she could almost feel her pout without seeing it, turned as the girl's face was, to the wall.
When the doorbell rang, Emma was not ready for it. What was she to do? Jenny could not answer it and yet she had been told to remain in the library. After an age of uncertainty, Mildred appeared. She glided with her accustomed elegance past the opened library door and down the hall.
"How nice to see you again, Charles," Mildred simpered.
He was here then, Emma thought, as her stomach churned.
He was reasonably handsome and not too old. He was neither tall nor short, although for a man who might be above 40, he was in rare shape.
"You must be Emma," he said as he stepped forward to shake her hand.
His voice was easy, devoid of menace or leer, more a tone of a team leader than a... she could not say the word even in her head. His handshake was a little too firm and he held her hand just a little too long.
"Yes," she managed, nodding like china bulldog in the back of a car.
He turned and regarded Jenny in the corner. His smile was paternal.
"I see someone has been misbehaving."
"Yes, she..." Emma did not know what to say. Why am I behaving like a teenager? she thought angrily.
"Jenny forgot her place," Mildred said tartly.
"It happens," he shrugged. "Doesn't it Mildred?"
"Yes Charles." Mildred blushed, and glanced at Emma with a look of sheer embarrassment.
"Perhaps some tea?" he said as an order.
Mildred smiled curtly and glided out of the room.
"Come on, let us sit down and get to know one another," Charles said as he indicated a chair.
Charles called once a week after that. On one occasion Emma learnt that he had an elaborate life style and was a bit of a collector. One of his collections was of submissives. He explained that he had many layers of such women, all with different needs. Some served him abjectly, others were close friends like Mildred. I was surprised to hear Mildred described as a submissive and said so.
"Would you like to see me spank her?" he laughed.
"Yes," I blurted.
He frowned.
"Do you think that is a nice thing to say?"
"No. I am sorry, it's just..."
"Bend over and touch your toes," he said simply.
"What? I mean why? I mean..." Emma stuttered.
He sighed and shook his head.
Emma swallowed and stood up.
"I was rude about Mildred. I am sorry. I deserve it, I know," Emma blushed.
Charles didn't answer but studied her carefully. Emma turned around and bent over. She felt silly in such a position in front of this man. After a long while, he stood up and went to Mildred's desk. He returned with a cane.
Emma licked her lips nervously as he raised her skirts and hooked his finger in the waistband of her knickers. When he didn't lower them, she looked around. The cane was tucked under his arm and he was watching her.
"If you submit to me three times I will own you unto death," he said.
She almost laughed, but the look on his face said he was deadly serious.
"I understand," she breathed.
"No. No, you don't," he smiled. "Once you are mine, you will live beyond all rules of normal society. I will decide if and when you will see me. Whether you are a Jenny or a Mildred, a faceless slave or a beloved pet."
"But I want..." she gasped. What did she want?
"No, no. What you want is nothing to me. In fact, it is nothing to you. Do you have what you want? Have you ever had what you wanted?"
Bent over as she was, she felt at ease somehow. She considered his words. She had nothing and always would unless... She thought of years of lonely longing, reading trashy novels in the hopes of finding a spanking in them.
"Do you know what you want?" he continued.
"Yes," she said wistfully, then added sadly, "No."
A tear formed in her eye, as if she had just lost something.
"I promise you three things," he said kindly. "You will never be harmed, even through neglect; you will get what you need; and once you have been tried and tested the only freedom and happiness you will ever know will be through submission to me."
"If I submit three times," she said, sucking in her cheeks.
"Yes," Charles said with finality.
"Cane me please, sir." Emma said, her heart leaping.
He pulled down her briefs to her mid thigh, baring her bottom. He gasped a little.
"I have seen pictures but you are special," he spoke, but not to her.
Emma puzzled over when Mildred might have managed to take pictures. She did not consider this for long as the first stroke bisected her bottom. She gasped. She knew at once that this was different.
All colour seemed to bleach out of the room and the pain, as yet removed from her, was sharp. Then full colour returned as she became one with her bottom.
"Ow!" she yelped.
He caned her again, laying the next below the first, extracting another yelp.
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