Roland stood panting hard, towering over the screaming girl, his chest heaving with laboured breathing and his stiff cock pulsing ten to the dozen. “Say it,” he demanded, inwardly hoping she would not and thereby extending the thrilling chase. This girl though did not give in so easily, swiftly and in one slick and continuous movement, she rolled onto her side, drew up onto her knees and sprang up cat-like to her feet again. She tried to kick out at him, a pathetically futile attempt for he parried the blow easily with a slicing cut of the cane that whacked hard across the side of her calf, just below the knee and that made her squeal once more and to set off again in flight.

Almost all blows were landing now, the girl was tiring and her will to resist ebbing, she was still trying to avoid him but was slowing rapidly in her movements. After about another five minutes of running around the room and the furniture she finally halted, her arms raised in surrender, her head back in defeat and with tears flooding down her reddened cheeks. “All right!” she screamed. “I’ll say it! Just stop. Please stop!”

Roland, red in the face and panting hard, stood ogling the pretty little slut hungrily. He had won! He had broken her and now, he would reap his rewards for both his financial investment and the effort of the chase. “Say it to me.”

“I’m a slut,” she said almost as a whisper, her head now hanging down in shame and her shoulders shaken by great heaving sobs of misery.

“Louder!” he barked and swiped with the cane to cut a lash across the outside of her hip. He revelled in the way she suck in a huge breath of air and then, with some reluctance, loudly repeated the words.

“Dirty!” he corrected sternly. “A dirty little slut!”

She sobbed and bawled but had no other choice, the sobbing girl repeated the words as he demanded and then dissolved into a fit of wailing and sniffing that fully portrayed her humiliation.

“Better!” he snapped and took a pace closer toward her. “Now, turn and place your hands on the back of the settee and spread your legs.”

“What?” Her head flicked up, her mouth open and her look one of bewilderment. “But I said the words!”

Thwack! The hard cane sliced in so fast she didn’t even have time to flinch. It caught her across the outside of her upper thigh just below the hem of her skirt to draw from her a sharp yelp of pain that then changed to a long and tailing wail of agony. She did though readily comply after that. The girl turned and adopted the position, leaning over with her arms and legs braced, her pert little backside pushed out and her entire body quivering with fear. “What…? What are you going to do… Oh God! Please God no!” She snivelled as the realisation hit home to her. “Don’t hit me again…”

Abruptly her protests were halted as he lifted the back of her little skirt, flipped it up to rest on her back and to expose fully her lovely body underneath. With his fingers he tucked the hem into the waistband to hold the skirt up clear of her lovely nearly bare arse. Her thighs were pale and creamy, slender and firm, her buttocks also, firm and inviting, enhanced in appeal by the skimpy pink panties clinging to every contour of her delicious mounds. Between the backs of her thighs he ogled the firm pad of her gusset where the thicker part of the material covered her bulging sex lips. It was to Roland a most marvellous sight, one that he savoured fully as he stood silently leering at her shape.

“There is only one way,” he said breathlessly as he ogled her, “that you will gain your freedom. Serve me for a month, willingly and with devotion and I will let you go.”

“A month?” she blurted in horror.

“A month!” he restated firmly. “And in that time you will do anything that I ask of you. Anything at all.”

He waited, delighting in her nervous hesitation.

“What exactly… ? Yeeeooowwwch!”

The cane hissed through the air to slam down on her, cracking hard across the rounds of her backside, stinging her soft buttocks through the thin panties and drawing from her a scream that reverberated around the room.

“You will serve me.”

“But what?” she sobbed. “What do… Aaaaaaarrggggggh!”

Another hard swipe stung her backside, jolting her small body and causing her hips to jerk forward in reaction. “Yeeeeeesssssssss! Okay! I’ll do it!”

Roland was triumphant but he would push her some more. “Servant girls need to be obedient. To comply with commands without question. You have questioned and now, I award you six strokes of the cane as your punishment.”

“Nooooooooooooo!”

“Yeeessss!” he mocked her in laughter and swung in to crack the cane once more onto her neat little buttocks. His cock jerked and pulsed as he laid the six strokes on her, each thwacking marvellously loudly to have the slut screeching and wriggling in pain at the tanning of her backside. Either side of her little panties her pale buttock cheeks were marred with red welts, wonderful marks of the cane showing fully the force they were laid on with. Once the six lashes had been given he issued his instructions. “And another six for trying to kick me, but this time with no knickers on. Take them off – now!”

She didn’t more, at first she sobbed and then, as if her fiery defiance naturally surged forth, she disobeyed him and remained as she was, her legs braced and feet set apart, leaning forward with her extended arms resting on the back of the settee. She cried out as a savagely hard lash of the cane whipped in to slice across the lower rounds of her buttocks, causing her body to arch, her head to throw back and for a strangled scream to come from deep in her throat.

“Do it!” he demanded.

“I will not!” she sobbed.

Thwack!

“Yeeeoooooooowwww!”

“Take them off.”

“No!”

Whack! Whack! Whack! He laid the strokes on with positive force, harder strokes than he had given her so far.

“Aaaaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh! All right! I’ll do it!”

The surges of thrill, power and excitement that washed through him were indescribable. Roland stood with the cane at the ready watching the little bitch slip down her panties, pull them off over her shoes and then resume her previous position. The act was simple and normal enough, one that girls do each and every day but not an act he was normally privy to and such a delight it was too. Throughout the action the back of her skirt remained up and he was treated to her slender thighs and buttocks in movement as the sobbing girl as lifted first one leg and then the other to remove her flimsy defences. It was and had been a most profoundly exciting experience and one that had his cock pulsing a dull ache of need.

“Feet wider apart,” he prompted and tapped at the insides of her legs with the cane to get her to comply. “And push that pretty little backside of yours out more.”

God! But she was lovely. The sight of her standing feet apart and braced, her body leaning and her wonderful taut backside presented to him was more than any man could resist. Roland swallowed hard to try to stem his rising excitement and raised his arm, holding the cane at shoulder level he paused to aim his shot and flicked down hard at her. The combination of the sound and the power with which the cane stung her send his cock into a series of jerking spasms. The thin shaft seemed to strike her buttock cheeks, depress them momentarily and then bounce off as her hips jerked forward under the painful lash. He waited whilst she screeched and wailed, blubbering loudly her pain and humiliation and then he swiped at her again. “Two!” he rasped, “count them aloud, bitch!”

“Two!” she screamed back at him.

Whack!

“Aaaaaaarrggggggh! Three!”

Whack!

“Yeeeooowwwch! Four!”

Whack!”

“Ooooooooooccch! Five!”

“Tell me what a dirty little slut you are.”

“Oh God… I’m a… A slut. A dirty little slut!”

Whack!

“Eeeeeeooooooowwwwww! Six!”

Even as the lash landed he was dropping the cane and fumbling hastily at his flies. He could feel himself rising toward climax and needed quickly to get up in her. His stiff cock sprang free and stuck out in hard erection as his trousers and underpants fell down around his ankles.

“No! Oooh No you don’t!” she screeched, suddenly aware of what he intended.

Before she could push herself up of the settee he was on her, pressing himself hard against her buttocks and pinning her front against the high back of the furniture. There ensued a heated struggle in which he tried to grasp her wrists and twist them up her back and she struggled and fought him to prevent that. His stiff cock was trapped between their naked bodies, the underside of it resting down the warm, firm cleft of her writhing buttocks. Desperately in his haste he tried to grasp her wrists but failed, the little bitch fought back like a wildcat, screaming and spitting, flailing with her arms and bucking back against him in an effort to dislodge him. Roland maintained the battle for a short while, content with the feel of her wriggling buttocks massaging against his throbbing cock and then, he reached over, grasped her hair on the top of her head and wrenched back toward him. That action arched her body as she screamed out in pain, her buttocks rose and in turn her sex became more readily accessible. In one quick and deft shift of his hips, Roland slipped the head of his cock down to her pussy slit and pressed in hard.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” she wailed out and tensed her body.

He pulled harder back on her hair as he rammed in, driving the entire length of his cock deep up into her sweet, warm cunt hole and on up into her until now more of his cock could possibly enter. He held her fast as he took-in the heady feel of her youthful body around him, listening to her loud sobbing and benefiting in the jerking that gave to massage her soft insides around his shaft. Holding her there and using her hair like a set of horse reins, he lunged up into her, fucking her cunt so hard in his excitement that the settee e was nudged forward under the frantic pounding and even her continuous screaming became stuttered under the brutal slamming he gave her. Hard and roughly he plunged his thick cock in and out of her tight little cunt hole, forcing hard and far up into her on each powerful inward thrust he gave. “Dirty slut,” he muttered as he pumped in and out of her, crashing his hips and belly hard against her naked buttocks as he drove into her sex hole.

So exciting was the act that he soon tensed and came, long and hot streams of his thick creamy cum jetting far up into her young body. Roland pounded on into her until every last drop of his cum had been injected into her and then, slowly, he pulled out and watched the globules of his spunk ooze out of the reddened slit of her stretched pussy.

“Next time, bitch,” He said curtly and uncaringly as he pulled up his trousers, “Do as you are told. Whilst in my service you will do just that, serve me and serve me well – all of my needs.

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