TRAINED TO SERVE
by Jay Merson

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“Head up and gaze down to the floor, straighten your back, and for God’s sake pull that backside in!”

            “But it’s uncomfortable…”

            Swish, thwack!

The cane stung a vicious blow across the backs of her lower legs, making the girl’s entire body jolt and her to squeal out loudly in pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks, streaking her pretty features with black mascara runs, marring her beauty to a slightly hideous, or perhaps more a pathetic look.

“How dare you speak to me so!” He raved angrily and laid a second wickedly hard stroke of the cane across her calves.

The girl had been standing still and upright for over two hours, every muscle in her body cried out for relief and the ropes pinning her wrists to the outsides of her upper thighs had long since made her hands and fingers go dead of feeling. The coarse ropes around her upper thighs pressed in most uncomfortably against the tender insides of her thigh tops and the outer sides of her pussy lips, crushing her labia in on each other and making even the slightest of movements a pain-giving experience. To these coarse ropes her wrists were anchored immovably. Another thick rope bound her ankles together, one inner side bone pressing hard against the other to add another dimension of discomfort to bear. Her shoes were tight and the heels high, so high that she lived in real fear of losing balance and falling, of pitching forward perhaps, facedown onto the cold hard stone slabs of the cellar floor. She was otherwise naked, her entire body, her unblemished pale skin coated with goose-bumps in the damp chill of the old cellar, making her nipples stand out in hard erection. Her breasts, naturally firm anyway, also felt taut and full, the position he had kept her in, her back arched and chest out had now made her muscles firmer than ever they had been. She shivered in the chill and trembled in fear of him. This was a strict Master without doubt and she was beginning to wonder if she would ever be able to attain the high standards of service and devotion he expected of her.

“You are a worthless slut,” he stated firmly as he circled her slowly and threateningly.

She flinched often and uttered soft whimpers, never knowing quite when she would again feel the bite of the cane on her tortured skin.

“Tell me what you are,” he demanded of her.

Her voice was low and the tone apologetic. “I am…A worthless slut.”

“That you are!” he shouted angrily and lashed in hard, cracking the cane across the backs of her upper thighs, causing the little bitch to scream out loudly in pain and to then sob uncontrollably as she stood shaking and trembling with emotion.

“You constantly displease me. You are not only inept but you ignore my commands…”

“But…But…Yeeeooowwwch!”

The cane struck her again, this time across the tops of and at the front of her naked thighs, a wickedly painful stroke it was too on such a tender area of her body.

            “…That is a perfect example. You talk back to me; refuse to use my title…”

            “Sorry Master, I…”

            “Silence!” he raved and lashed down onto the tops of her bare tits, landing a savage blow of the cane that made her firm orbs bounce under the impact and her to scream out like a scalded cat. He shook his head and sighed. “Your training bodes to be long, hard and painful for you, slut. You simply will not heed my instructions.”

            He was naked also and his cock so stiff that it ached. His long and thick cock bobbed and swayed with each movement he made, a drop of pre-cum glistened at the eyehole of his cock and it was almost time for him to move toward climax. He swung in and cracked the cane across her buttocks, not a particularly hard lash but one forceful enough to jolt her body and her tits to bounce pleasingly prettily. Again he caned her buttocks and then again, laying on a total of seven strips, each of them drawing and leaving a thin red welt showing on her pale skin and her snivelling like a child.

            When he was done, he moved in close behind her and pressed against her buttocks, his stiff cock resting into the crease of her backside and trapped between their bodies. “Does dirty slut want her Master’s cock up her?” he panted excitedly.

            She sniffed and choked a sob. “Yes, Master. Dirty slut needs cock. Her Master’s cock up her.”

            He huffed in derision. “Dirty slut hasn’t yet earned that privilege.” The man ground himself against her, jerking his hips up and down to rub himself off against and between her firm buttocks. He gripped her waist with both hands to hold her steady and increased the pace as he panted and grunted in pleasure. Moments later he gave a low gurgle, he tensed slightly and let out a huge sigh. Powerful jets of his hot cum squirted from his cock to splatter her lower back and up into the cleft of her buttocks, there to run down the crack, down between her thighs, to then drip from her cunt lips and to dribble down the inside of her legs.

            “You will remain here for another two hours. During that time you will think on how correctly to serve your Master.”

            He pulled back and away from her. “Stop that snivelling!” he shouted angrily and slapped her arse hard with his right hand. “You can stay another hour extra for making such a God-awful noise.”

            The man leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and his tone a threatening snarl. “Get your act together, you dirty slut. You will learn to serve, as a slave should or, you will visit hell and suffer much agony along the route. I will break you. I will bring you to heel and be in no doubt of that. Defy me at your peril, slut. You will learn to serve and serve willingly. Now you will have time to consider your options and – I have to say – they aren’t many. Do as you are obliged to do and stop this silly rebelliousness. I will test you again soon and, by God, I hope for your sake that you have taken my training to date onboard.”

            Alone in the cellar he left her, switched off the light to plunge her into total darkness and locked the heavy oak door with the big and ancient key.