She was kneeling by the side of his chair, sitting back on her heels with the backs of her spiked shoes pressing into her naked buttocks. The girl, a slim and blue-eyed blonde, had her hair scraped harshly back and formed into a bobbing ponytail secured by a black velvet band studded with coloured beads. The girl was naked, completely so, her heavy breasts pendulent and her rubbery brown nipples long and firmed to perfect shape. Golden nipple rings glinted brightly and the thin connecting chain between them pulled her rubbery teats inward toward each other in a seemingly painful and uncomfortable stretch of deliberate design. Her slim wrists were tied together behind her back, bound securely and her elbows tethered by a thicker and twisted cord that exerted excruciating pull on the limbs to thrust her chest out forcibly. The position forced her back to arch and to present her firm breasts in wonderful offering, rendering them defenceless and giving unhindered access to anyone that should wish to use them. Around her slender neck a heavy leather collar hung, a long leash attached and a leather connection to her master’s hand.

He, her master, sat importantly in the chair facing the professor’s desk, his legs crossed casually and his hand gripping the end of the leash tightly. He was a youngish man, in his mid-thirties, well-groomed and confident and he carried about him an air of arrogance born of wealth.

“The bitch is unresponsive, often reluctant to serve fully and, at times, not a slave in any sense of the word. In all, she is a bitter disappointment to me and I need the bitch trained to comply fully with my commands.”

The professor eyed her nakedness hungrily. The little slut was delightful, pretty and demure but, with a mischievous and disobedient twinkle glinting in her eyes. He could fully understand that the bitch rebelled, he would too, he felt, with a weak-willed master such as he. The man wanted to command but seemed afraid to take control. The problem, the professor felt, lay not so much with the girl, but with the master. She probably only played on the weakness he portrayed and, by that, he could not be considered her master in any normal man’s thinking. This bitch, the professor felt, needed taking in hand, She needed to be taut once and for all just where her position in a household lies – in the bed and at the feet of her master.

“I would require her to remain here with me at the mansion for approximately two months…”

“Two months?” The man blurted, his disappointment obvious. “I thought… Well… A couple of weeks…”

“Two months,” the professor restated firmly and rose to his feet. He picked up a long and heavy-looking leather hawse from the desk and weighed it threateningly in his hand as he walked around the desk to join the pair. He stood alongside the kneeling girl, looking down on the marvellous full and firm breasts that pushed out so splendidly in jock-rearing offering.

“Are you, bitch?” he demanded sharply. “As rebellious as I am told?”

The girl didn’t answer. She looked away, blatantly displaying silent disobedience. The move was so rapid and so expertly effected that she didn’t even have time to flinch before the blow struck. The heavy leather hawse slapped savagely down on the top of her right breast, bouncing the orb violently and causing her first to suck in air and then to scream a high-pitched wail of deep pain. A wide red mark appeared on her pale skin as she knelt there, shuddering and shaking as the wild burning agony tore though her body and mind.

“Good God!” the man uttered in shock and shifted out of his chair immediately to stand clear of the swing of the lash should there be a second one. “Such cruelty!”

“Well, bitch?” the professor demanded loudly, his cock stiffening to a pulsing hardness within his green corduroy trousers. “Answer me!”

She did not. He slapped her again, this time bringing the heavy hawse down across the top of her other breast, striking closer to her nipple and drawing from her a long and tailing screech of agonised suffering. Again he slapped her bare breasts and then again, his cock throbbing so hard now that he felt pre-cum leaking from the eyehole in the tip. The professor’s face was flushed with excitement and his forehead coated with a film of perspiration as his sense of thrill increased dramatically. The bitch was simply marvellous. Stubborn, rebellious, uncooperative and disrespectful. She presented not only a most interesting challenge to him but also the opportunity for him to indulge himself in ‘harder training methods.’

“Stand up!”

The girl, now sobbing softly to herself as the awful burning pain continued to spread out and down into her heavy breasts, began slowly to get to her feet. The ankle cuffs and the chain connecting them hampered her progress greatly and made the operation a most difficult if near impossible act to perform. For that she was beaten, harshly and cruelly, the blows of the strap raining down onto the bare skin of her shoulders, stinging blows that had her flinching and screeching but, she continued to comply and eventually, she was standing upright.

“By the stars!” the man gasped in awe. His wild excitement though blazed in his eyes, his nostrils flared and the front of his trousers pushed out to portray the sexual affects it had on him. “I could never bring myself to treat a slave so.”

“Then learn to,” the professor snapped coldly and added equally as curtly. “As a master you have to control slaves.” He then turned his attentions back to the girl. “Answer me, slut. Are you a rebellious little bitch.”

“No!” she hissed venomously, fighting back tears and her bottom lip quivering. The girl then yelped as the leather strap stung across the backs of her upper thighs, jerking her hips forward and her head throwing violently back. “Yeeeowwwwwwww!”

“Answer me.”

Silence all but her sobbing.

Thwack! Another hard blow slapped this time across the mounds of her buttocks, repeating the pained squeal and jolting her forward a shuffled pace under the wicked impact of the blow.

“Answer me,” he repeated. The battle of wills was now on, she defying him and he determined to break her. It was a battle she could not hope to win and she screeched loudly as two more hard slaps cut across her naked backside.

“Yes,” she finally blurted, her tone unrepentant and the word given insincerely to match her expression.

Thwack! Another hard lash stung at the tender backs of her thighs.

“Say it with feeling.”

“I did,” she retorted hatefully.

Thwack!

“Aaaaarggggh!”

“Say it properly.”

Nothing but silence.

Thwack!

“Eeeeeooooooowww! Okay! Okay! Yes. I am rebellious.”

Thwack!

“My title? You ignorant little bitch.”

She remained unspeaking.

Thwack! Another slap of the strap across her buttocks.

“Yeeeooouch! Okay!” The girl moderated her tone and then said in the best and most sincere tone she could muster. “Yes, master. I am rebellious.”

The triumphant professor moved in close, so close that his hard, pulsing cock pressed against the side of her naked hip. His hand came up to cup and to weigh one of her heavy breasts, his fingers squeezing and feeling her hungrily. “For your disrespect you will suffer much, bitch,” he hissed threateningly and ground his cock harder against her warm, naked hip.

“You don’t like an older man touching you. Do you slut?”

Her expression and shivers of revulsion clearly showed the fact but, he wanted her to say it. It thrilled him that she found his touch repugnant and, gloried in it as he groped her heavy warm orb more slowly and lecherously now. The professor then used his left hand to cup her naked buttocks, his fingers feeling down between the backs of her thighs to brush against the rear of her cunt lips and his right, to stroke the leather hawse over and around her cunt lips at the front. Up and down the slit of her pussy he rubbed the hawse, working the leather strap in between her puffy lips to touch against the soft, moist folds of her inner cunt lips and her pussy entrance. He ground his hips harder against her hip as he felt and rubbed her, the pumping thrill of doing so as she grimaced and tensed fuelled his excitement to the point where he had to pull back of risk coming in his pants.

“I will enjoy training you, bitch,” he said in a low tone of outright threat and stepped back, easing his hard cock to one side to ease the strain of it against his trousers. He then addressed the owner.

“The slut will come to heel, of that you can be assured. When the time comes to hand her back you will receive a compliant and willing sex slave that will not only do as you wish – but will do it willingly and with devotion.”

He ignored the derisive snort from the girl and waited for the man’s response. When the man seemed to have difficulty forming his words the professor took control. “Six-thousand pounds to fully train her. Half now and half upon successful completion. Do you agree?”

The man, stunned but at the same time delighted by what he had witnessed, nodded his agreement. He could just visualise himself, in a couple of months, commanding her as had the professor and she, a devoted sex slave to him. “We are agreed,” he said and offered his hand to seal the deal.

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