Mistress examined her slave boy.
“Nasty cuts on your chest, and your back.” she turned to the tall girl fidgeting nervously beside her. “All your doing?”
“We were only having some fun together.”
Mistress turned to the boy, “Was it fun, boy?”
“Sort of.”
Mistress turned back to girl. “When I said you could have some fun, I meant gentle fun for both of you, not scare him half to death and cut him to ribbons. Then there is the matter of his clothes, ruined, cut to shreds. What have you got say about that?”
“I ..er nothing Mistress.” the girl looked down at the ground, embarrassed by the questions.
“Get undressed girl, NOW!”
The girl hesitated but then thought better of it and removed her clothes. She stood shielding herself with her hands.
“Get over there.” Mistress pointed to the whipping bench. She took the girl roughly by the arm and pulled her over the bench. The girl struggled briefly but was soon silenced.
“I can make this much worse if you prefer?”
She did not prefer so she complied to the order; laying herself over the bench. Mistress strapped her down securely.
“Your arse makes a nice target.” Mistress slapped the girl’s buttocks.
“What do you think boy, is her arse a ripe target?”
“Yes mistress, very nice.” he blushed at his own remark.
“So you like to see her bent over? Take a good look at her arse, nice isn’t it? Firm, peachy even.”
“Yes Mistress!” the boy was getting stiff, and he shuffled his feet and hid his erection with his hands.
“Well how do you fancy some target practice? Ever caned a girl before?” Mistress picked up the rattan and flexed it. “She deserves it for cutting you and ruining your clothes.”
“I have.. er used a cane a few times.”
“Good, well you can beat her. Take the cane. Start when you’re ready.”
The boy flexed the cane a few times, then stood alongside the girl and tapped the cane gently on her bottom. The girl flinched at the first tap.
“How hard mistress?” he asked.
“As hard as you can, make her scream!”
“How many?”
“Until I tell you to stop. Now get on with it before I take the can to you instead of her. In fact if you don’t make a good job of it then I will take the cane to you, understand? Now thrash the bitch until I tell you to stop.”
The alarm clock rang loudly. An arm reached out and hit the snooze button.
“No snoozing today.” MP was already up, “Busy day, we have a deadline to meet. Get up, or else.”
The boy got out of bed, his penis still stiff from the dream.
MP laughed. “Naughty boy, I’ll have to spank you if you don’t behave. Better have a cold shower.”
The boy ambled towards the bathroom, “I think I prefer a warm one.”
