Message-ID: <15221eli$9809110205@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Under Control part eighteen of twenty eight 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: <35f5243a.8723374@news.telepac.pt> Under Control - part eighteen of twenty eight by mailto: VictorBruno@mschristine.com this story remains copyright Victor Bruno, release to publish granted to Christine Stevenson. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Within an hour, Paul had been reduced to a whimpering wreck . . . a grovelling creature that slobbered over Delia's boots, sobbing and weeping. His hindquarters, which seemed to have a raging fire lit upon them, were so criss-crossed with weals that whenever Delia's whip-lashing rod fell, one new stripe simply had to overlay another one. How many times in that hour had he had to kneel, nose to the floor . . . to lift the short skirt . . . to take the flimsy knickers down . . . and then squeal and squirm in agony? He had lost count. Five . . . six . . . seven times maybe. It was a nightmare of unrelieved, repetitive torment and he felt that if the cruel vixen laid but one more stroke across him he must surely die! "M-Mercy . . . mercy . . . o-oh . . . o-ohh . . for God's s-sake h-have m-mercy . . ." he blubbered. He was right at the end of his tether. Even during his early days of training under Gloria he could scarcely remember such an extremity of agony. "Get up, Pauline," ordered Delia relentlessly. Somehow . . . he knew not how . . . Paul found strength to obey. He staggered, swaying, the room reeling about him. "Pull your knickers up, girl . . . ." Gasping, he did so. Already he had ripped one pair and was now wearing a replacement. He had received an extra caning for that. Would the ordeal never, never cease? He saw the lovely young face, the shapely body, through a haze of tears. "Walk . . ." He walked. Mincingly, hips-swivelling, seductively . . . as he must . . . from one end of the room to the other. Again . . . and yet again . . . whilst Delia stood watching, still flexing the cane menacingly. "Halt!" Paul almost burst into tears. Not again . . . oh God . . . no more . . . not again! "That will do for today," said Delia cooly. Such was the flood of relief through Paul that he buried his face in his hands and sobbed unashamedly. "We will have another session tomorrow. I hope, for your sake, Pauline, you maintain your improvement!" "Y-Yes . . . Miss . . . mmmff . . . mmmfff . . . oh y-yes . . . Miss . . . mmmfff . . . mmmfff . . ." sobbed Paul. He felt he truly was no longer a man, so why should he not let his tears flow freely? "You will now report to the Punishment Room annexe," said Delia. "There one of the Duty Guards will apply some healing ointment and then allocate you to a cell. Off you go now . . ." Delia tossed away the cane and smilingly watched as Paul went mincing from the room . * * * Ten minutes later, naked again but for his cincher-belt and high-heeled shoes, Paul was having his lacerated rump plastered with some kind of ointment-paste that initially stung and then quickly cooled. The guard, in her forties, was a hefty woman who looked like something out of a concentration camp. Around her waist jingled a mass of keys, all latched on to a chain. She was none to gentle with her charge who was one of a number of girls queuing up for similar treatment. Paul squealed and moaned just like the rest of them. Then sighed, too, as the relieving ointment began its quick-healing action. A hearty slap on Paul's bottom announced that he was finished with. He slid off the bench and lined up with the girls who had preceded him. They regarded him without curiosity or surprise. To them he was just another slave-girl. He had, at last, truly become one of them! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This story is being released as an illustrated web book, for details of Victor Bruno Books available please contact VictorBruno@MsChristine.com http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. 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