Message-ID: <6483eli$9712161637@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: fftlvr@ix.netcom.com (Mr. Nice Guy) Subject: Repost: England 4/4 (femdom, S/M, n/c) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <675r7q$7oc@dfw-ixnews10.ix.netcom.com> 220 13587 <9509122059.AA12834@red.paston.co.uk> article Path: ix.netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!not-fo -mail From: budgie@paston.co.uk Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom Subject: NEW: The Trainee Manager 4/4 (FEMDOM S&M N/C) Date: 12 Sep 1995 16:07:49 -0500 Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway Lines: 362 Sender: nobody@cs.utexas.edu Message-ID: <9509122059.AA12834@red.paston.co.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: news.cs.utexas.edu This is my very first story to the group, it was prompted by a question posted recently in alt.sex.stories, wanting to know why there are not many stories appearing here these days. I posted a reply saying that if we all posted the one story that I`m sure we all have in us, then there would be enough stories for all. I apologise in advance if the quality or content is not as high as some of our more regular contributors (three cheers for them!) but at least I am making the effort to give a little back to the group which has provided me with so much entertainment. Constructive criticism is very welcome. I can learn more from one word of criticism than I can from a thousand messages of praise. This does not mean, of course, that your congratulations on producing such a fine piece of literature will not be fully appreciated. (g) I suppose I should be inserting the usual load of garbage here about disclaimers, but you`ve read it all before and so I`ll just say, all the usual disclaimers apply and don`t do this at home kids! The Trainee Manager (Part 4) XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Steve returned to his home for the rest of the day, his cheeks still felt as though they were on fire. He tried to relax but he could not block the thought of this evening`s punishment session from his mind. At seven o`clock he had finally come to a decision, he would not go to Kim`s for his eight o`clock appointment, he had reached the end of his tether and could not take any further pain and humiliation from this young girl. As he relaxed slightly, the full realisation of the repercussions of his decision suddenly descended upon him. Seven years hard work and evening classes were to be thrown onto the trash heap. In addition to this, he would have great difficulty in getting another job as his Employers would, no doubt give him a bad reference. He weighed up all this against just one night of pain and came to the decision that he had to go through with it. There was just time to leap into his car and drive to Kim`s by eight o`clock. Steve pushed the doorbell on the large oak door and was greeted by a vision in black leather. "Hello Steve, glad you could make it" Kim said pleasantly. I thought that as you referred to me as a kinky bitch, I might as well dress like one, are you impressed?" Steve looked at the stunning red-head in front of him. She was wearing a black bra, short skirt and thigh high boots, all made from luxurious soft black leather. "You look wonderful," he sighed, wishing that he had been invited here under different circumstances. As she led him into the study, Steve`s blood froze. There on the desk in front of him lay the dreaded thick, three inch wide leather belt that she had used on him earlier in the week. Several lengths of rope snaked lazily over the leather topped desk. Kim looked anxiously at her watch. "I hope Tara hasn`t got cold feet, she`s a bit late." She picked up a length of rope and twirled it playfully. "I thought we might need a little restraint tonight, young man. After all, it`s not just my twenty four you`ll be receiving, you also have a punishment to come from Tara, I wonder how many she will give you?" She asked teasingly. The muffled clunking of a car door signalled the arrival of her friend and she went to let her in. "Make sure you`re totally stripped by the time we return or else you`ll get some extras." As Steve quickly unclothed, he could hear the two girls giggling and talking excitedly. He had just removed the final item when they joined him. Tara was still wearing the same riding outfit that she had worn earlier in the shop and looked sexier than ever. "His face still looks quite battered." Tara remarked. "Wow, the other cheek looks as though it took a pasting too." "Yes, I have to admit that I just couldn`t resist evening things up," smirked Kim. "I thought we would tie him down tonight, I don`t think he`ll manage to stay in position otherwise." She immediately began tying the ropes to the legs of the desk and her friend did likewise. When all four ropes were fastened to the desk, Kim ordered Steve to bend across the desk and they attached his wrists and ankles securely. "That should do it!" Kim announced proudly. "Let`s go and have a drink and leave him to sweat a bit. As the girls left the room, Steve turned his head to see the the thick piece of leather that would soon be decorating his flesh. After about twenty minutes the girls returned, drinks in hand. "Right!" said Kim. "Would you like to go first or would you prefer to go to work on sorry piece of flesh that I will produce?" "I`ll let you show me how it`s done," replied Tara, knowing that when it came to her turn, Steve would be feeling it all the more. Kim picked up the belt and doubled it, gripping it tightly in her left hand. She moved to the side of the helpless Steve and inspected the remaining evidence of her first thrashing. She was a little disappointed to discover that there were only a few purplish bruises to show for all her endeavors, this made her all that more determined to make the marks more permanent this time. Suddenly, without warning, the belt whooshed through the air. And just as suddenly Steve felt that familiar fiery sting across his arse. Kim waited for his reaction, only a slight grunt escaped from his throat. Once again the belt descended with full force upon his flinching buttocks, this time Kim`s reward was a squeal of pain from her spreadeagled victim. "Ooh yes! That was a good one, give him some more of those," encouraged Tara. Kim obliged by laying on half a dozen more in quick succession which had Steve screaming like a banshee as he bucked and writhed as much as his bonds would allow. Bright red and purple blotches sprang up on his buttocks as the girls surveyed the damage with the interest and appreciation of an art connoisseur examining a fine Rembrandt. Tara dug a painted fingernail into one particularly angry red welt which produced renewed high pitched screams from the subjugated creature. He was no longer a human being, he was a mere toy for their amusement and, like spoilt children, they were quite happy to play with it until it broke. Tara removed her hand from the bruised and raised flesh and Kim resumed with intensive ferocity. The doubled-up thickness of leather screamed down once again, clinging almost lovingly to his tortured arse cheeks as it imparted another fiery swathe of agony. By the time she reached the halfway stageof twelve, Kim was breathing heavily, partly from her exertions, but primarily from the excitement of inflicting such a ruthless thrashing upon the helpless form, who, in between sobs, was imploring her to stop. His pleas, of course, fell on deaf earsas Kim upped the tempo, eager to impress the red headed equestrienne who looked on admiringly. After another six strokes, his backside was a tableau of frightening red and purple markings. It felt to Steve as though it had swolllen to three times it`s original size and he didn`t know how much more he could stand before he totally lost his senses. He felt the leather being lightly draped across the backs of his upper legs and he remembered how excruciating the pain had been when she had thrashed him on that particular part of his anatomy earlier in the week. Nevertheless, it did signify, at least, a welcome relief for his oh-so-sore backside as she finished her savage attack with six full-blooded slashes into the tops of his thighs. Each stroke was accompanied by a blood-curdling scream from Steve who was twisting and jerking like a crazed marrionette gone berserk. Tara moved round to whee Steves head lay and lifted the tear-stained faceupwards by a handful of hair. She looked across to the panting Kim to congratulate her on a wonderful performance. "Gee, I`ll have to go some to top that, Kim. That wa breathtaking," said Tara admiringly. "I can`t imagine the intense pain that the lecherous bastard is suffering. It`s really making me feel quite wetjust thinking about going to work on flesh that is already so tender. As Steve shivered inside at the thought of receiving Tara`s punishment, Kimsmiled in appreciation of her friend`s lavish praise. Her face was flushed with excitement as she asked "How many are you going to give him?" She handed the belt to Tara. "Oh, I`m not really sure, I can`t forget that leering look he gave me in the shop this morning. There`s also the matter of him twisting my ankle, it still feels badly bruised," she lied. "Maybe we should give him a break. While I decide upon his punishment, he can fix us some drinks and we can relax a bit." Kim, keen to prolong the evening`s entertainment, readily agreed and they untied themiserable Steve and ordered him to follow them into the lounge and fix them some drinks. As they sat together on the sofa, with Steve kneeling in front of them, Tara playfully swung the belt as she contemplated how much more pain she could inflict. "You were very impressive with this belt, Kim, but I think I have something in the car which would be even more effective." "Whatever you decide Tara my dear, you have a completely free hand for the remainder of his punishment," said Kim invitingly. "Let`s make it more interesting , shall we?" Tara asked of her friend. "he can lick my riding boots until they are spotlessly clean, for every minute he takes to complete the task I will give him one stroke." Kim clapped her hands excitedly. "Excellent idea, very ingenious, it will also be a very humiliating way to reinforce the sort of respect that I am trying to instill in him. Steve slumped forward and was heartened that although there were a couple of muddy marks on one of the boots, they were still remarkably clean despite the fact that she had earlier been at the riding stables and it had been raining incessantly all day. "Before we begin, I will just go and fetch the little toy that I have in the car for our slave," Tara announced rising from her seat and heading for the door. Steve waited in fear and silence for Tara to return. The burning was constant over the entire area of his arse and the back of his thighs. Kim just sat there with a mocking smirk on her face as she idly swung a booted foot back and forth, just in front of his discoloured and tear-stained face. After about five minutes, Tara returned. "Soory Kim," she apologised. "I accidentally trod through your flower beds, it was so dark out there, I hope I haven`t trampled on anything important." "Don`t worry, no prob....." Kim began and then suddenly stopped as she realised the full implication of her friends apology. She looked gleefully down at her riding boots which had been quite clean only minutes earlier. They were now coated in thick mud, even the legs had muddy marks on them where she had obviously deliberately scraped her muddy feet up and down to make Steve`s task even more disgustingly difficult. "Wow, what a bitch! You really do intend to make him suffer, don`t you?" Steve turned his head in dread as Tara walked slowly past him, her muddy riding boots coming into full view as she sat down in front of him. A look of sheer horror and revulsion engulfed his features as he stared at the muddy boots in disbelief. Tara adjusted her position and crossed her legs, the filthy boot mesmerised him as it swung gently to and fro. He turned his gaze up towards his tormentress and saw that her teeth were bared in sadistic delight of the humiliation about to befall him. He noticed for the first time, the implement that she had fetched from her car and it filled him with terror. There, easily flexed into a semi-circle, Tara proudly displayed a truly vicious looking whip. It was between three and four feet long and the springy core was covered in plaited black leather. The silver tipped handle was no more than the thickness of a pencil, yet amazingly it tapered to an even thinner wire-like thickness at the business end. He could imagine how cruelly that thin, flexible whip would cut so deeply into his tender and swollen backside. Tara suddenly released the end of the whip and it whistled upwards, quivering from side to side as it pointed towards the ceiling. "Oooh, that looks lethal," enthused Kim. Tara handed it to her friend for closer examination. "Yes, it`s a schooling whip, it can leave such awful marks on the thick hide of a horse, even if used only lightly." Tara relished the thought of what havoc it would create upon human flesh, especially such tender flesh as that which would lay before her. Kim stood up and raised the whip high in the air. As she swished it sharply down, a high pitched whistling sound filled the room. Twice more with increasing velocity she experimented, cutting though the air with the dreaded screeching whistle which made Steve`s stomach churn. Kim`s face was a picture of delight, it was so light and effortless to use and could obviously cause such damage. Moving over to the side of a fireside chair, she took deliberate aim and sent the tip zipping into the upholstery, it connected with a satisfying thwack, sending a puff of dust into the air. "This is absolutely gorgeous," she said. "I`ll just have to get one, it is so evil, I can`t imagine what state his arse will be in when you`ve used this on him." "Time to begin, slave," intoned Tara, looking at her watch. "Don`t forget, one stroke for each minute that it takes. I`m sure you can imagine how much my little beauty will hurt." Steve could imagine that only too well and, despite his revulsion at the task ahead of him, wasted no time in placing his slobbering tongue to the toe of her right boot. Within a few minutes, his tongue was coated with the wet gooey mud, from time to time he swallowed with a resounding gulp as he emptied his grit=filled mouth ready to continue. "Twenty minutes," announced Tara as she bent forward to drink in the humiliation that was so obvious in his eyes. He had just finished the first boot, leaving glistening saliva over the black rubber surface. In the meantime, Kim was stil prowling around, whip in hand, continuing to practice on the arms of the chair. The sound was a constant spur to Steve as he struggled to complete the task as quickly as possible. His tongue ached and his mouth tasted foul, despite the reminder of the whistling whip, it was inevitable that he would slow down and by the time he sat back on his haunches to signify completion, forty nine minutes had passed. Tara looked down and inspected the glistening black rubber. "OK, you seem to have done an adequate job, but it`s forty nine strokes for you. What do you think Kim?" She asked extending a booted foot towards her friend to examine. Kim bent down for a closer look at the boot which was raised before her. "Oh no Stevie, this will not do at all, you haven`t even touched the soles and heels yet, and the clock is still ticking." She looked up at Tara who was beaming with delight at the opportunity not only to continue with his humiliation, but also to increase the number of strokes considerably. The vanquished Steve emitted a low groan of dread as he bent lower to lick the raised sole that was presented before him, this was even more digusting than before, the mud was caked thickly between sole and heel and he actually had to use his teeth to bite away at mud accumulated there. Occasionally Steve would give a cough and splutter as some particularly revolting piece of dirt slid down his throat. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed on the floor, the bottoms of both boots had been licked spotlessly clean. His mouth was filled with the bitter taste of mud and he waited in a state of terror for the confirmation of the extent of his punishment. "One hour and thirty five minutes," announced Tara. "By my reckoning that`s ninety five strokes." Her voice quivered with excitement at the thought of handing out such a vicious punishment. "on your knees slave and crawl after us," Kim ordered with growing excitement of the imminent flogging. Steve just stared, his eyes pleading with her to call a halt. "Too slow slave" Crack! Her hand came down sweeping across his face. Steve`s immediate response was to get down on all fours and crawl towards the study preceded by the black rubber riding boots that he had laboriously licked moments before. Once inside the study he was manhandled across the wooden desk and the girls wasted no time in re-securing his hands and feet. The thin black whip was now in Tara`s impatient handsand she flexed the supple rod between both hands contemplating the inviting target stretched out before her. She moved to one side and sent the zipping through the air several times in practice, the dreadful whistling initiated more whimpering pleas for mercy from the frantic Steve. He felt the whip tracing light patterns across his upper back for a few moments and then suddenly the ordeal began. The fearful whistling as the whip hurtled down on his virgin white back was to become the most frightening sound ever to reach his ears. A thin line of pain exploded across his shoulder-blades. "Wonderful," cried Kim as she admired the blood red mark that the final three inches of the whip left in it`s wake. "That was just a light stroke," replied Tara. "If I use full force, I would rip his back to shreds. Much as I`d like to, we don`t really want him to end up in hospital." She brought back the quivering wand for the second stroke of, what was going to be, a long and painful sentence. Another thin blood-red welt sprang up alongside the first. Steve was already screaming at the top of his voice. On and on it went until there were ten angry looking fingers of fire painted into the top of his back. Several of these marks criss-crossed, and where they did so, Kim could see the odd speck of blood seeping from the wound. Tara crossed to the other side of the desk and immediately began to inflict similar wounds upon his other side. His screams had turned unto high pitched whinnying noises as he twisted in vain to free himself. After stroke number twenty, Tara held the whip by her side as she carefully inspected the painful flesh, her gentle fingers tracing lightly over the raised marks. Kim joined her and let out various ooh`s and ah`s in perverted admiration of her friends handiwork. Tara moved her attentions down to the multi-coloured swollen buttocks. The whistling screech seemed an octave higher as she sent down her hardest stroke yet, the thin whip cutting deeply into the centre of his already tortured arse. Kim squeaked in excitement as the right buttock split open like an over-ripe tomato. A trickle of blood meandered over the ridged surface towards the top of his right thigh. Five more strokes in quick succession reduced Steve to producing inhuman strangulated screeches. Tara glanced across at Kim for encouragement and was amused to see that her hand had strayed beneath her short leather skirt and was gently rubbing what laid beneath her wet panties. "Having fun?" Tara enquired. "I most certainly am." She added as the thin black snake hissed down yet again. The contorted figure in front of her resumed it`s crazy dance of agony. As stroke number forty overlaid several bloody streaks, she sauntered to the opposite side of the room to deliver a repeat performance to his left buttock. Steve`s screams and growls were gradually reduced to low moans and groans as the whip continued to rain down with ever-increasing intensity. "Fifty!" Shouted Kim as she rubbed away with increasing ferocity at the itch between her legs. Steve hovered on the edge of conciousness, praying for the sweet relief that it would bring. He was bathed in sweat and lay there totally exhausted and broken. "Pleease, ple..... " His mumbled plea was cut short by the high pitched whistle that preceded another remorseless stroke. His deranged mind finally conceded and he drifted away into blissful uncinciousness. Up above him the relentless Tara continued to turn his inert form into a scene from a Butcher`s display. At sixty, she paused, realising that there was now no response whatever from her victim. Grabbing a handful of hair she twisted his soaking wet face towards her. "Too bad, I was just getting warmed up, Tara grinned across at her young friend was panting heavily towards a glorious orgasm. The rubbing eased down gently as she rode on the waves of ecstasy. "There are some smelling salts in the desk drawer, see if that will revive him," she panted breathlessly. Tara rummaged around, first in one drawer and then the other, before producing a small black bottle. Unscrewing the top, she forced the bottle firmly beneath his nostrils. After a few seconds, a coughing and spluttering Steve returned to Hell. After forcing him to take a few more deep breaths from the bottle, she seemed satisfied that he was in a suitable state to continue. Picking up her lethal whip, she moved into position to send a vicious stroke cutting into the top of his left thigh. The inevitable three inch thin streak of blood appeared, quickly followed by several similar parallel to the first. Steve`s suffering reached an even higher level of intensity as the strokes continued to zip down. there were just fifteen strokes to come as Tara finished carving the grotesque tableau on the thighs before her. Once more Steve had slipped away into the only refuge he had. Smelling salts were thrust under his nose once more and once more they worked their magic and delivered Steve to the sadistic Tara. The schooling whip tapped against the moist and bloody mess that were once a pair of lilywhite buttocks. Seconds later the furious onslaught continued unabated as the whip sliced into the carnage it had previously created.Every two seconds it cut in more cruelly than the stroke before. With five strokes remaining, Steve once again passed out. That didn`t stop Tara as she continued to decimate the lifeless flesh beneath her. Finally it was all over and Kim rushed forward with the smelling salts, fearful that they had gone too far and that they might indeed have to answer some awkward questions at the hospital. Steve came to with a spluttering cough and as the intense pain began to relay itself to his brain once again, he let out a low whimpering moan. "How many more for God`s sake" He thought to himself, and was relieved when the loosening bonds signified the end at last. Although untied,he hardly moved a muscle, his back, legs and arse all seemed to be on fire and every slightest movement sent fresh messages of pain. Finally he managed to slump to the floor, he wanted to break down in tears, but was too exhausted even for that. He lay there for several minutes while the girls fetched themselves another drink. Upon their return Kim had a close examination of his many wounds and even she began to feel a little guilty about the extreme torment he had been made to endure. She helped him to his feet and guided him ti the bathroom where she ran him a hot bath with plenty of disenfectant. As he eased himself gently into the stinging water, she instructed him to relax. "You had better take the next week off work to recover," she told him sympathetically. "I think that I can truly say that you have been taught the true meaning of respect and I will recommend to my Father that you receive your promotion upon his return." Fresh tears welled up in Steve`s eyes in a mixture of gratitude and relief. As they overflowed down his battered cheeks, Kim walked to the door. "Oh and I thought you might like to be the first to know," she said over her shoulder. "My Father`s retiring in six months time and I will be taking over the running of the business. I can assure you that you will be receiving regular visits from me to make sure that you stay in line." She gave a hearty chuckle and closed the door behind her, leaving the weeping Steve to contemplate the ongoing cost of his promotion. THE END XXXXXXX -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |