****** No Harm Done by Sally ******
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No Harm Done


This is a story about a sudden explosion of violence that changed a woman's
life forever.........


Petra looked over the dinner table at the young couple sitting opposite. The
man, her husband's new employee, was nervous looking; he laughed too much and
too quickly at the stories her husband was telling. His wife, Petra had
forgotten her name instantly, was also nervous, but hid it behind a wall of
silence. Except for a few perfunctory comments, she had mostly let her husband
do the talking.

David always invited new employees for dinner, he liked the personal touch and
claimed that he could not work with anyone until he had got drunk with them.
Petra had not even bothered to cook, merely rearranging a series of ready-to-
serve meals in an attractive way. The wine was not flowing fast enough; Petra
yawned and glanced sideways at the clock, still only 10 PM.

The woman, Anne was her name Petra suddenly recalled, was probably half her
age. She was skinny and had permed hair and big glasses that didn't suit her at
all. The dress she was wearing was something cheap, probably from a
catalogue....

She looked at the clock one more time and decided it was time to strike......

"Oh dear, the men have started talking business, won't you come and see the
rest of the house with me?" Petra asked.

Anne smiled nervously and agreed to come with her.

Petra stood up and led her into the kitchen across the hall from the dining
room, carefully shutting both doors on her way. As soon as Anne was in the
kitchen, looking round blankly, Petra picked up the roll of heavy duty tape
that she had left ready on the counter. She smiled at Anne and using kitchen
scissors, cut off a piece of the tape. Anne looked confused and tried to smile,
but said nothing. Petra walked slowly towards her, and, still smiling, pushed
the tape firmly over Anne's mouth with both hands. Anne looked absolutely
bewildered...........

Petra knew that moment well, the moment where normality fades and the super-
real begins. To her, it was sometimes the best moment.

Anne blinked, unsure what to do and her hands reached up automatically to
remove the gag. Petra chose this moment to grab her wrist, spin her and bring
her arm up behind her back in one swift movement. The violence of the movement
and the sudden jerk of pain made Anne's knees buckle and she crumpled on the
floor. Petra swiftly took the nylon cord she had prepared earlier from the work
surface and, bringing up Anne's other arm, bound her wrists securely, halfway
up her back.

Petra reckoned that she had the upper hand for another minute until the Anne
grasped the situation she was in. She grabbed Anne's permed hair and pulled her
head up until her mouth was close to Anne's ear.

"Listen you little bitch," hissed Petra, "I hated you the moment I set my eyes
on you, you are nothing but a cheap little slut, do you understand?"

Anne's eyes looked around wildly.

"Now, if you stay bent over and stay still, what I'm going to do to you won't
hurt so much, if you move I'm going to pull your fucking hair out."

Anne's body went rigid and she started to shake at this announcement.

Petra was happy, she was in control. She had read Anne's body language
correctly; she would put up no fight.

Petra pulled up the back of Anne's evening dress up until it was over her
bottom. Anne was wearing black lacy undies, her husband may have been in for a
treat tonight, but no longer -- Anne was hers now. Petra cut off the undies
with two snips of the scissors and threw the useless garment towards the bin.
Anne's pasty white buttocks lay bare and exposed. Petra looked at the mounds of
flesh and grinned, nice ass, she thought briefly. Petra fetched the cane she
had ready and shoved it under Anne's face.

"Now, I'm going to whip you with this, Anne dear................."

Anne's eyes danced madly. She was on the brink of collapse, thought Petra.

The cane struck home and the force and pain was more than Anne had expected.
She collapsed on the kitchen floor, unable to scream and hardly able to breath
with the gag over her mouth.

Petra was disappointed, she had suspected Anne of being weak, but this was
pathetic, her anger grew.

"Get up you fucking bitch," she hissed.

Anne crouched in a protective ball on the floor but her dress had ridden up to
the top of her thighs, presenting another target for Petra.

The pain lashed in to Anne again and she tried to get to her knees. Petra
punched her in the stomach and she doubled over, presenting her buttocks again.
Petra did not waste the opportunity and struck again, hard. Anne went down.

"Now, if you can't stand, lie still on the floor and it will be over quickly,"
snarled Petra, but this time with less menace.

Anne lay still and Petra lay in to her exposed buttocks with the cane. Tears of
pain and humiliation coursed down Anne's face as she felt the blows again and
again.

After ten strokes, Anne's buttocks looked suitably red and sore. Petra was
pleased with her work and dropped the cane.

She knelt down near Anne and spoke to her softly: "It's over my love, you have
been very brave and taken your punishment well. I am going to release you now
so we can rejoin the men, but listen to me first: You have now moved from one
world to another. Before was a world of lightness and triviality, you have now
entered a world of passion unlike anything you have ever known before. This is
just the beginning. I am your guide and your teacher and you will grow to love
me." At this point she gently kissed Anne's trembling cheek and stroked her
hair.

She helped Anne up and removed the gag gently, Anne allowed huge sobs to
escape. Petra looked in Anne's eyes then pulled the woman gently towards her
and held her in her arms, rocking her gently. Anne allowed herself to be held.

"You will call me mistress and report to me here tomorrow once you husband has
gone to work, do you understand?" Petra searched Anne's eyes for understanding.

Anne nodded and Petra smiled. She put her face forwards and kissed Anne. With
satisfaction she felt Anne's reluctant tongue responding, despite itself.

When she was reassured that Anne was ready she led her back to the dining room
where the men were still sitting chatting.

"That stupid wardrobe door," announced Petra, "Anne banged into it when I was
showing her the bedroom."

Anne just nodded dumbly at the explanation for her crumpled appearance.

"Are you alright, love?" asked her husband, looking concerned

"Yes, fine" answered Anne, meekly, "it was my fault really. No harm
done....................."

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