Message-ID: <21317asstr$942880200@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part four X-Original-Message-ID: <3832bd28.1365876@news.telenet.pt> X-Original-Path: 195.23.214.10 Lines: 446 Date: Wed, 17 Nov 1999 18:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. Copyright: Victor Bruno. http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part four The hairbrush lay prominently on the dressing table in the bedroom of the Governor's wife. It had a long, slim, chrome-plated handle and a squarish back of polished ebony wood. Frank picked it up with uncertain fingers. Could this mean that his 'employer' wanted him to brush her hair? As a preliminary to something else? That seemed unlikely .... despite what had just happened. What exactly was she playing at? Frank's mind was in a turmoil as he descended the stairs. "In the living room," came Hettie Page's voice sharply. Frank entered and stood nervously. It could go either way, he thought. Either I've made some tremendous boo-boo ... or I'm in! The stony look on his 'employer's' face did not reassure him. "You .... you are a disgusting, sex-crazed ape!" she spat at him. "How dare you behave in such an outrageous fashion?" It was like a slap in the face to Frank. For a few moments, he had held high hopes. Now in a moment, he was in a pit of despair again. "I .... I .... b-beg ... pardon, Ma'am ...." he stammered. "Beg pardon!" Hettie Page's voice expressed her outrage well. "How dare you say such a thing? You stood at that window, gawping and slavering at me, for something like ten minutes. You could have gone .... got on with your work .... anything. Yet you stayed. A lecherous voyeur. Even exhibiting yourself in the process. It really is quite too disgusting." Frank was utterly shattered. He felt innocent, in some way, and at the same time he felt cheated. He had been led on. Beyond that, he had been led into a trap. It looked like he'd fouled the nest .... and any chance of remission now had gone. They would say he had committed criminal offenses. Gall burned in his throat. For a few moments he had an impulse to spring forward and strangle this provocative bitch of a woman.... but then the thought of a lifetime in such a place as Oakhampton restrained him. Even taking the cruellest of injustices was better than that! "I..... I really am s-sorry, Ma'am ..... I ... didn't r-realise..." he began. "Shut up, you swine!" barked Hettie Page. Her eyes were now blazing. "I am now going to deal with this matter in my own way. Do you know why you have brought me this hairbrush?" "N-No, Ma'am......" "Because, Frank, for your indecent behaviour this afternoon, I am going to spank you with it. Spank you good and hard!" Frank felt the blood draining away from his face. He had heard the words but could still scarcely believe them. He .... a grown man .... spanked? Spanked by a young woman? It was just not on! "You .... and who else .... Ma'am," he replied, deferential but firm. Hettie Page smiled thinly. "Just me, Frank," she said. "And when I tell you to get your pants down, I advise you to do it quick." There was another thin smile. "Can you guess what the sentence would be for attempting to rape the Governor's wife?" Coldness went through Frank like a blast of winter wind. The iron man-trap had been made instantly plain to him. Whatever this Mrs. Page accused him of would stand up. He was the criminal, not she! Just on her say-so, he could get another ten years. Even more. Frank felt like weeping. Peeping Tom was one thing - but he was no rapist. "B-But ... b-but ...." he began. "Frank," said Hettie Page icily, "you will take your pants down.... then bend over and touch your toes. Either you take the spanking you deserve, or I'll have the authorities over here in a couple of minutes flat." In that moment, Frank knew he was lost. Yet he still could not help lusting at the same time as he gazed at the curvaceous leotard-clad figure who was tapping the ebony-hard back of the hairbrush into a palm. "P-Please .... give me one more chance, M-Ma'am .... I'm .... n-new ....." "Frank, do as I say .... this instant ..... or I'll see you stay in Oakhampton for life. I mean it!" Frank's mind reeled. The humiliation of it .... the absurdity of it .... burnt into his soul. At the same time, he saw there was no escape. This bitch of a woman had got him by the shorts .... and both of them knew it. She was a kink. He suddenly realised it to the full, that hairbrush had been on the list all along. But she was a kink with power to exercise and was doing so to the full. She had obviously planned to trap him from the start. How could he have been so foolish to fall for it. "Right .... if that's the way you want it ...." he said as he unbuckled his pants. The pants slipped down. "Yep .... that's the way I want it ...." said Hettie Page. "And for the insolence of that remark, you get extra, you filthy slob. Now let's have that arse as bare as Nature made it!" Frank pushed down his Y-fronts and stood naked under his shirt. Once again the feeling of guilty school-boyishness swept over him. Never .... never .... had he imagined he would be so degraded in front of a young woman! "I .... I .... could report this to the authorities, Ma'am" he said almost out of desperation. Hettie's hand went to her mouth and she laughed and laughed. "Just you try it, boyo," she sneered, "and see where it gets you. Do you think they are going to believe you or me?" The face before Frank hardened even further. He felt a sweat of dread break out all over him. "Now listen, Frank Lander .... and hear me good. I'm giving no more warnings, I'm just issuing orders. Orders which, if you don't obey, will get you a life sentence as near as makes no difference .... So you will obey me! Got it?" Terror was knifing through Frank's vitals. "Y-Yes Ma'am," he gasped out. He was a man who knew when he was defeated. "Understand me even better, Frank Lander," insisted the Governor's wife, "I'm doing all this because I enjoy doing it. There's nothing I like better than making a man suffer .... having him beg and crawl and whimper, especially gawping creatures like you. Got it? I'm a sadist. A female sadist .... and I'm happy to admit it!" There's no way out, thought Frank agonisedly. I've just got to go through with it. Any other way was worse. Getting into Oakhampton he could be blamed for; getting into the power of the Governor's wife he could not. As an earlier generation had said, he bit the bullet. Then he bent over and lifted his shirt. He would show this bitch he was a man. What was there to a hairbrush after all? "I want your shirt higher than that, Frank. Right up about your waist. Also you will touch your toes without bending your knees. Got it?" "Yes Ma'am ...." Frank gritted his teeth. What would his buddies think if they could see him now? It really did not bear thinking about! "I am giving you thirty spanks for your lustful behaviour this afternoon .... followed by an extra ten for your insolent remark a few moments ago. Is that clear, Frank?" Frank clenched his teeth. Thirty? Plus ten? That was a lot, even if it was only from a hairbrush. This kink was certainly going to get her pound of flesh! "Y-Yes M-Ma'am," he managed to say, trying to sound as manly as he could. "You will maintain your posture while I beat you," continued Hettie Page, "and you will count the strokes as you receive them. Failure to do so will result in the stroke being repeated. Quite understood?" "Yes .... yes .... Ma'am" Frank felt his bare rump shrinking with dread. For God's sake, he told himself, show you've got some guts! "Right then .... here it comes ...." The pain of the first stroke took Frank by surprise. Of course he had expected the hard back of that long-handled hairbrush to hurt. But not quite so much! It burnt like a broad flame over his right buttock cheek and it was impossible to check a gasp. All the same, he managed to maintain his bending posture. The brush fell again over his left buttock cheek. Equally, and surprisingly painful. Frank gritted his teeth. He was tough. He would show her he was a proper man. Whack! Back on the right cheek. It was the third stroke .... and Frank suddenly remembered. "Three ...." he croaked. "Wrong Frank," said Hettie with a laugh. "One!" Don't say I didn't warn you!" Whack! Back to the left cheek. "Ahh .... two ..." said Frank in a high-pitched treble. Christ.... there were still so many still to come. And already they were hurting abominably. This, he suddenly realised, was going to be far worse than he had imagined at the outset. He had been a fool to despise a hairbrush as an instrument of pain. Remorselessly the strokes continued at measured intervals .... and remorselessly the pain intensified as each fell. The burning-burning not only blazed over Frank's buttocks, it seemed to blaze in his mind as well. He could hear his 'employer' grunting as she laid on each whack with all her might .... and he hated her with a greater and greater intensity as the pain increased. It was a burning .... burning .... torment .... Ever more fierce .... each stroke making it that much more intolerable .... Sheer male pride kept Frank Lander bending; just taking it and taking it, with his teeth gritted and his eyes watering. Jesus.... he had never imagined it could be as bad as this! "That .... th-that's enough .... oh God .... surely that's enough!" he cried out after something, like the twentieth whack of the hairbrush. The smarting tenderness of his flesh was unbelievably excruciating. How was it possible that a simple hairbrush could produce such pain? "Keep your bottom well up. Frank .... and keep counting," warned Hettie remorselessly. "You've missed another couple of strokes recently ...." "Give me a break .... Ma'am .... give me just a little break...." "Shut up! You deserve everything you're getting, you filthy pig!" "For God's sake..... I c-can't ...." Whack! Whack! "N-Noooo .... mercy!" "That's two more counts you've missed, Frank!" "No .... no .... ooooo .... that's enough .... no more, Ma'am.... I beg you!" Frank was suddenly broken .... and on his knees... Literally grovelling. "Plee .... ease .... plee .... ease .... I've done nothing really ...." "Get your backside up, Frank!" Hettie Page's voice was controlled venom. "Oh no .... please .... please ...." Frank was nearly sobbing. It was ridiculous that anything so simple could be so painful. He gritted his teeth and strove to gather his mind and resolution together. Suddenly he had an idea. "I .... I .... demand my rights as a State prisoner," he announced, from an undignified position on his knees. Looking up, he saw Hettie Page smiling sadistically down. "Really Frank?" she queried. "Well .... in that case .... I'll ring for the guards and place a rape charge right away." She moved off, on stiletto heels, across the room towards the telephone. "NO .... OOOO!" It was virtually a shriek from Frank Lander as he slithered forward and clasped at the retreating ankles. "NO .... OOOO .... I'm sorry .... I .... I didn't mean it!" He couldn't stand life .... he couldn't .... anything was better than that! "Get up and touch your toes again then, Frank," said Hettie Page, her tone bright with cruel delight. "You've got another twenty to come yet, you weakling!" Frank never quite knew how he got through those second twenty vicious whacks from the hairbrush. So many of them landed on precisely the same place on each buttock cheek .... each one intensified the burning tenderness of his flesh, so that the succeeding whack was all the worse. Several times Frank found himself down on his knees, imploring Hettie Page to stop .... to let him off any more. Remorselessly he was ordered up again, told to bend and touch his toes, and informed he was to receive two extra for failing to keep his posture. "You're a disgusting ...." Whack! "Thirty two!" cried out Frank in a falsetto. ".... lusting ...." Whack! "Aaahhh ... th-thirty three ...." "Ape!" Whack! "Yyyaaahhh ..... oowww ..... th-thirty f-four ..... m-mercy .... M-Ma'am ..... I just can't t-take any more .... Ma'am ...." "Get up Frank ..... and stop your slobbering!" "Ahh no .... aahh .... no .... no more .... I b-beg you ...." "Up! This instant, Frank. You've already earned yourself an extra two. Do you want another two?" "F-For .... God's .... sake .... Oh God .... oh God .... no more...." "Touch your toes properly, Frank. And keep your legs straight." Whack! "Yyyaaaghhh!" Whack! "N-Noooo .... aaaaghhh!" Whack! "Yyaaiieeee! Oohh .... th-thirty s-seven ...." "NO, Frank .... thirty five, Frank!" Whack! "Ooooh .... owwww .... thirty s-ix ..." So it went on. Steadily and remorselessly through the thirties. With Frank yelping and howling more like a boy than a grown man. But then, of course, he had never known anything like this sort of pain before. He lost all pride .... begged quite ludicrously.... But all to no avail. Then, even when the fortieth stroke had fallen, it still wasn't over! There's still all the extras for him to receive. And Hettie Page saw to it that he got every single one, with the full sweep of her strong right arm. In all, Frank got well over fifty strokes before it was finished. And, by then, he was blubbing unashamedly, kneeling doubled up, clasping palms urgently to his burning, blazing rump. "You are a weakling, aren't you?" he heard his tormentor say sneeringly from above. In his heart, Frank had to admit he was but, even so, could not bring himself to say so. "I've had men here who've scarcely uttered a sound for the first twenty." Frank could scarcely believe it. At the same time, he took in the implication of the words. The Governor's wife obviously made a regular practice of this sadistic behaviour. "But you'll be much tougher by the time I've finished with you." Christ! of course! It was only just beginning. This was only his first day. "Stand up. you whimpering brat! Unless you want some more!" "Oh God, no!" Frank forced himself up, wincing and trying to stifle his boyish sobs. The pain was atrocious. Like a coal fire alight on him. Did she realise just how painful it was? Did she realise what she had done? Through a haze of tears, Frank saw the magnificent figure standing there, arms akimbo, legs a little astride, breasts heaving after her exertions. Despite everything, he felt a renewed throb of lust. "If I have any more of that nastiness," said Hettie Page. "I've got a nice, meaty leather belt to use on you. Also a cane. Not to mention a riding switch. I take pride in being able to reform you pigs." Fear knifed through Frank. This woman obviously meant it. She was a madwoman! Oh God, what had he got himself into? How could he escape? "Say so much as a word about this, and you'll be on a rape charge. Understand?" "Y-Yes .... Ma'am ...." There was no escape. Only into a life sentence! "I'll be sending for you again in three days time. I hope your behaviour will have improved by then. Certainly your backside will have cooled a little." Frank stood there wretchedly in his shirt tails. Shamed, humiliated, unmanned. And in mortal dread of the woman who now had him completely in her power! URL Bruno Books Email Bruno List ------------------------------------------------------ Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. The Fem Dom Training Software. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic digest is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic discussion list has been going well over two and a half years now, and the password site now has over 2,500 files with pictures, articles and over 250 stories for $25 on CD-ROM http://www.mschristine.com/cd.html -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. 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