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Synopsis: A young woman doesn’t quite realise just what she has let herself in
for when she decides to explore her masochistic tendencies. The learning path
is hard and long but, in the end, she becomes contented with her lot.
Julie’s Story


By Dr. Quirt


A young woman doesn’t quite realise just what she has let herself in for when
she decides to
explore her masochistic tendencies. The learning path is hard and long but, in
the end, she
becomes contented with her lot.


This story is the first of a trilogy, the second and third parts being ‘Nina’s
Tale’ and ‘What
Happened to Lucy?’



Beginnings


A light rain was beginning to fall from a leaden sky as the train pulled in to
the station of the
grimy, northern town. Julie was wondering just what she had let herself in for
as she
prepared to disembark.


It had all started a few weeks before. After a number of failed relationships
she had been
wondering what to do with her life. It surely wasn’t her physical appearance
that was at fault
– she was an attractive, 24-year old, 5ft 8in blonde with a figure and legs to
die for – no, it
was probably that she had slightly abnormal tendencies when it came to the
physical aspects
of relationships and her demands tended to frighten away potential partners. It
was quite easy
to find someone who was willing to give her a good spanking but Julie needed
more than that
– so much more than that!


She had just about exhausted the possibilities of finding a like-minded partner
in her home
town. Relationships at work were a bit of a no-no and the singles bars had not
turned up
anything worthwhile either. So, she had started to surf the internet and had
come across an
interesting contact in one of the chat rooms to which she subscribed. This
particular person
was looking for someone who was ‘completely sexually uninhibited and willing to
participate
in obedience training’. Julie knew that this description was just a euphemism
for ‘sex slave’
and although she was fully aware of the risks involved, she thought ‘what the
hell’ and
provided her personal details. And then heard nothing more.


She had completely forgotten about the matter when, one day, a plain, brown
envelope came
through her letterbox. It contained a first class rail ticket, to a place that
she had vaguely
heard of, and some additional information and instructions. If she was
agreeable to the
proposal she was to follow the instructions exactly and, if not, she was to
return the ticket and
would hear no more.


The proposer, who wished to be known as ‘Master’ was offering her long-term
accommodation, should she prove suitable, in return for the provision of
certain services.
These would be of a disciplinary and sexual nature and would be explained to
her fully if she
decided to take up the offer. She was to catch a certain train on a certain
date and would be
met at the station. She would be identifiable because she would be barefoot.


Julie noted that the date mentioned was two weeks away, which would give her
little time to
get her affairs in order if she decided to go. Giving it some thought, she
decided to go for it.
She put her flat in the hands of a letting agent and arranged to take some
leave that was



owing to her. If the arrangement looked as if it might become long-term then
she could
always resign her job – which wasn’t much of a job anyway. She told her few
friends that
she was going on holiday for a few weeks.


As the day approached, Julie was uncertain what to take with her – she thought
that, because
of the nature of the offer, she wouldn’t need much in the way of clothing – and
she didn’t
really know what to wear for the journey. And what was this ‘barefoot’
business? In the end
she just took one small bag with a few spare t-shirts and undies and her
personal stuff. She
decided to wear jeans and a white t-shirt with no bra – with her high, firm
breasts she didn’t
really need one anyway. Not really fancying the barefoot idea that much she
wore a pair of
trainers.



Arrival


After a lengthy journey, she eventually arrived at her destination. It was
raining and cold and
the platform was wet and dirty so she kept her trainers on. Taking her bag, she
got off the
train, walked up the platform to the exit and went to the booking hall, where
she was to be
met. There were several people there but no-one seemed to be interested in her.
She began
to think that she had come all that way for nothing.


After 30 minutes had passed she began to wonder what had happened – she thought
about her
instructions and about anything that she might have missed. She had definitely
got the date
right and the train had been a bit late so whoever was meeting her should have
been there.
Then she suddenly realized what the problem might be – she was not barefoot –
and quickly
removed her trainers. Almost immediately she was approached by a distinguished-
looking
gentleman.


‘Hello, you must be Julie. I am the Master. You will not be needing those,’ –
pointing to her
trainers – ‘so dispose of them now. I have a car waiting outside.’


Julie reluctantly threw her trainers into the nearest waste-bin and followed
the Master through
the doors and outside the station. They walked across the gravel-surfaced car
park (Ouch!) to
his car – a top model BMW.


The journey to the Master’s house was quite long, travelling along winding
country roads and
soon Julie had no idea where she was. Eventually, they turned into a long,
winding drive,
accessed through remotely operated gates and pulled up outside an imposing
Georgian
residence. Throughout the journey, the master had said nothing and Julie
likewise, but now
he invited her into the house through the ornate entrance-way.


Once inside, they passed through an impressive hallway and into a receiving
room.


‘You have had a long journey and I’m sure that you would like some
refreshments. Tea and
cakes OK?’


Over the tea and cakes the Master began to explain the situation.


‘You are here to be trained in obedience and I am sure that you know just what
that means.
You will obey my instructions immediately and completely and without question.
Failure to



obey or failure to provide a satisfactory service will result in immediate
punishment. Minor
infractions will be dealt with on the spot. Anything major will entail a visit
to the Correction
Centre, where we have a variety of equipment for dealing with recalcitrant
guests. I can offer
you long-term accommodation here. All your meals, etc. will be provided and you
will have
no expenses. On occasion, I shall expect you to provide a service to any
colleagues that may
visit me here.


If you agree to these arrangements then we can proceed immediately. If not, I
will take you
back to the train station now – you will need to wait around for a while as the
next train does
not leave until morning.


Your decision, please.’


Although a little nervous by now, Julie thought that she had little to lose.


‘How many girls do you have here, right now?


‘You are the only one here at present.’


‘And if I agree, how long will I be here.’


‘As I said, I can offer you permanent accommodation but I would expect you to
be here for a
minimum of three months as this is the time it usually takes to complete basic
training. After
this, you may wish to stay or to move on to other things – there are a variety
of options that
we can discuss at the time.’


‘OK then, I agree.’


‘You are certain? This is your last opportunity to leave.’


‘I agree.’


‘Right then, follow me. You can leave your bag here. I will remove your
personal items for
your use and the other things can be stored as you will not be needing them.’



Cold and Wet


The Master then led Julie from the room, into a long passageway, which was, at
first,
carpeted, but in its further reaches was floored with stone flags. The floor
felt cold under her
bare feet. They arrived in a largish room that seemed to be a kitchen. There
was an Aga
cooking range as well as a large table and several chairs. A dresser was well
equipped with
crockery of all sorts.


‘Right, strip completely and place your clothes on the table – now!’


This did not take long as Julie was only wearing three items and one of those
was a very
skimpy pair of panties.


‘Now remove any jewellery, hair clips or other items and place them with your
clothes.’




Julie removed her ear-rings and wrist-watch – she had nothing else - and now
stood
completely naked in front of the Master.


‘Now you will go outside into the grounds to contemplate what is about to
happen to you.
Return here in exactly one hour and I advise you to be on time.’


‘But I have no watch – how will I know when to come back?’


‘That is not my problem and I say again, be on time – neither early nor late or
it will be the
worse for you.’


He then took Julie by the arm and led her to a door, which led to the outside.
While they had
been talking it had grown fully dark, the rain had intensified and the wind had
got up, making
it a really unpleasant evening.


‘Does he really expect me to be outside in this weather?’ she wondered.


The answer was obviously ‘yes’ because she was pushed through the door into the
courtyard.

‘One hour exactly – do not be early or late’ was the last thing she heard as
the door shut
behind her.


Now she was really wondering just what she had let herself in for – all those
questions that
she should have asked but hadn’t. She was soon cold and wet and started to cry
– and she
had no idea what time it was.


Eventually, she pulled herself together a bit and started to look for somewhere
to shelter –
there really was nowhere though and it was too dark to see much. There were
plenty of trees
around but walking in the woods in the pitch dark didn’t seem such a good idea
once she had
tripped over some roots and fallen heavily. Then there was the occasional break
in the cloud
and the rain started to ease, the moon broke through and she could see a little
more. The
grounds of the house seemed to be quite extensive and she could see the house
and another
building, some way off. Was this the Correction Centre, she wondered? She
thought that she
could hear dogs howling in the distance – she shivered.


The main house seemed to be surrounded by a gravel courtyard, which was quite
hard on her
feet, so she didn’t try to walk very far. Eventually she found herself at the
main door, where
she had entered the house. She still had no idea of the time but decided to
risk it, climbed the
steps up to the door, and pulled the bell cord. There was no response so she
pulled it again
and, eventually, heard footsteps from within. The door opened and the Master
was there.


‘How dare you come to this door uninvited? Go immediately to the servants’ door
– be
quick!’


The door closed.


‘Servants’ door – he must mean the kitchen door.’


Julie carefully felt her way round the outside of the house. The sky had
clouded over once
more and the rain was falling more heavily than ever. She started to cry again.




The little journey took some time but, at last, she found the right door and
knocked. The door
opened and there was the Master with an evil-looking quirt in his right hand.



Late


‘You are ten minutes late and I don’t want to hear excuses. You have earned a
punishment
for this. Come inside – now!’


The cold, wet, shaking, naked girl entered the house. All of her things seemed
to have been
removed but, otherwise, all was as before.


‘Right! I am now going to give you a small taste of what will happen to you if
you do not
obey my instructions exactly. As you are new here I am disposed to be lenient
with you on
this occasion – and only on this occasion. For each minute that you were late
you will
receive one stroke of this quirt on your buttocks and on the back of you
thighs. I shall not
restrain you but, if you attempt to thwart me in any way, I shall double the
punishment. You
will count the strokes and, if you lose count, we shall start again. Now bend
over that table –
now!’


Julie, who was now quaking with fear, laid herself over the table edge. She
could feel the
hard wood digging into her hip bones.


‘Spread your legs – now!’


She spread her legs and waited.


The first stroke fell centrally across her buttocks and it was agony. Julie
screamed but the
pain was so intense that she forgot to count.


‘OK, we start again.’


By the third stroke she couldn’t stand it any more and reached back with her
hand to stop the
quirt. Bad move!


‘OK, you were warned. Your punishment is now doubled and I am going to restrain
you.’


He quickly tied her ankles to the legs of the table and dealt with her wrists
in a similar way.
Then the punishment began again, in earnest. Julie screamed and screamed and
sometimes
forgot to count. She had received 45 strokes to her bum and thighs and, at the
finish, they
were covered in red welts. The skin had not been cut though – the Master was an
expert.


‘I hope that you enjoyed that,’ he said to the sobbing girl. ‘That’s just a
small taste of what
you can expect for disobedience and, unfortunately for you, I haven’t quite
finished yet.
There is the small matter of not obeying you joining instructions properly –
remember the
trainers that you were supposed not to wear – and I shall give you ten strokes
for that. And
there have been several instances where you have not addressed me properly as
Master. In
future, each omission will earn you ten strokes but, as I am disposed to be
lenient, I shall
award you ten more strokes for the total of your omissions, making twenty more
strokes in



total. As your bum and thighs have been well serviced already tonight I shall
thrash your
back. Don’t forget to count will you?’


‘No – Mmmaster.’


‘Good, you are learning.’


And the Master then applied his quirt to Julie’s back and shoulders. In the end
she received
only 5 extra strokes for losing count, by which time her back was covered in
bright red stripes
– but no blood.


He left her there for an hour to enjoy her pain.


After what seemed a long time the Master returned.


‘I’m sure that you must be feeling hungry and thirsty so I am going to prepare
some food for
us. You will not know this but I used to be a Cordon Bleu chef in my younger
days. No
Cordon Bleu today though so I shall make us a little stir fry. And, by the way,
I don’t cook
breakfast. That is one of your jobs – I trust that you can do bacon and egg?’


‘Yyyeesss, Master.’


And the Master cooked up some stir fry and opened a bottle of wine and, having
released the
girl, they sat down to a companiable meal. All might have seemed quite normal
had the girl
not been stark naked with her back, bum and thighs covered in red welts.


‘Perhaps you had better use this cushion – it might make things a bit less
uncomfortable. If
you think that I have been harsh with you today it is only because I like to
start out in the
manner in which I intend to continue. You have learned some valuable lessons in
obedience
today but, believe me, what you have experienced is only a very small fraction
of what you
may well be expected to endure in the future. You need to realise that I am a
sadist and will
take great pleasure in inflicting pain on your naked, defenceless body if you
give me the least
excuse. So far as sex is concerned, I find that difficult owing to an injury
that I sustained a
few years ago, so I cannot always oblige. I have a variety of toys that I can
use on you that
should keep you satisfied but I am sure that you will derive a great deal of
pleasure from
being physically punished – otherwise, why are you here? Any questions, so
far?’


‘Master, where will I be quartered while I am here?’


‘Yes, I’m glad that you asked that. I shall show you to your room when we have
finished
eating. It’s getting late and I have already taken your personal things there.’



Cold and Dark


After the meal, the master led Julie from the kitchen up some flights of stone
stairs to a
corridor on the second floor. Julie’s first impression was of a dank, cold
feeling.


‘We have several apartments up here but they are all identical so this one is
as good as any of
the others.’




He pushed open a door and ushered Julie into a small, bare room. The only item
of furniture
was a double bed and that had no mattress, only a base with exposed wire
springs and
restraints attached to each corner. The floor was just bare boards.


‘I should explain to you that, while you are here, this is where you will
sleep. You will sleep
naked and restrained. You are not allowed clothing of any kind whatsoever – you
will be
totally and absolutely naked at all times. You will also remove all of your
body hair. There
is a bathroom at the end of the corridor – your personal effects are there. You
will use the
facilities to keep yourself clean and you may observe that no towels are
provided – you will
be naked always! And, by the way, I’m sorry if you find it a bit cold and damp
up here but
this part of the house is not equipped with heating. You will get used to it.
Now, as your
backside may be feeling a little tender, you will be restrained face down
tonight. Get on the
bed and spread your legs and arms – now!’


‘Yes Master, immediately Master.’


And Julie was duly restrained on the wire bed base. The restraints were pulled
so as to
stretch her very tightly. The wire base dug into her breasts and thighs and she
was really not
very comfortable – which was the whole point, really.


The Master left Julie spread-eagled on the bed, thinking about what tomorrow
might bring.
Her back, bum and legs were still very sore but soon she had something else to
worry about.
The room was really cold and she soon needed to pee. And the need didn’t go
away – it just
got worse until she just had to let go. Her pee trickled through the wire base
and made a nice
puddle on the floor. And that is how the Master found her in the morning.



Morning


She knew that morning was close because a dim, grey light was filtering through
the un-
curtained window. She lay there shivering, having no option, until, eventually
the Master
appeared, quirt in hand.


‘You filthy whore! You’re no better than an animal. Ten strokes and then you
can clean it
up!’


Ten strokes of the quirt were duly applied to her already smarting backside,
making her
scream in agony, and then she was released.


‘Clean this filth up and then clean yourself up and hurry. I need my breakfast
and your
training starts today!’


‘But Master, I have nothing to clean with – no cloths, no towels.’


‘And you will not have! You can use your hair as a mop – it’s long enough. Do a
good job –
otherwise we shall have an appointment at the Correction Centre!’


Julie spent the next 30 minutes desperately trying to mop the floor with her
hair, which was
soon not its usual honey blonde colour – more a shade of dirty grey. She was
relieved to find



that her shampoo and shower gel were in the bathroom and felt a little better
after a good
wash. But how those welts did sting!


She went down to the kitchen, still soaking wet, to be greeted by another two
slashes of the
quirt for being too slow. Then she had to make the bacon and egg breakfast –
and clean up
from the night before. Luckily, the breakfast passed muster and at least she
was not so
hungry now.



Training


‘Today we’ll start by looking at some of the facilities here – not the
Correction Centre
though, that will wait for a more opportune moment, which I’m sure will not be
long coming.
Afterwards, I will explain the basics of your training programme and we will
make a start on
some of the easier positions.’


‘Positions? What?’ thought Julie, but did not dare say anything.


The Master showed her the main training room. This was a room equipped with
several
chairs and sofas, as well as a vaulting horse and a caning stool. What struck
Julie
immediately was the number of glass-fronted cabinets around the walls, each
containing a
variety of whips, crops, canes and similar implements.


‘This is really more of a punishment room for minor infractions. The majority
of training is
carried out in the courtyard, unless the weather is really atrocious.’


‘Like yesterday, Master?’


‘What? I mean when the temperature is well below zero and we’re having driving
sleet.
Yesterday was summer!’


‘What is in the Correction Centre, Master?’


‘You will probably find out soon enough – and then you’ll wish that you
hadn’t!’


They did a Cooke’s tour of the rest of the large house, most of which was under
dust sheets
and clearly not used very much. Then it was training time.


‘The object of your training, as well as teaching you obedience, is to improve
your physical
flexibility so that you can achieve many different sexual positions. You may
have read the
Kama Sutra and wondered if all of the positions described were possible. I can
assure you
that they are and you will learn every one – and more besides. We shall start
with position
number one, which is a very easy, face down, spread-eagle. The object is to get
your legs as
far apart as possible while your arms are held at right-angles to your body.
Position number
two is identical but face-up. I shall encourage you to spread your legs in an
appropriate
manner. Come, to the courtyard!’


She might have known it – it was raining again and cold with it. The Master, of
course, wore
his waterproof jacket. She was totally naked.




‘Lie down there’, pointing to the gravel floor, ‘and spread your legs wide –
now!’


The sharp gravel dug into her breasts and thighs.


‘Wider!’


A few strokes of the quirt on her inner thighs encouraged her to spread wider
but the Master
was not yet satisfied.


‘I want to see a wider spread than that pathetic attempt. You will stay there
and practice this
position. When I return I shall expect to see an improvement – if not you will
be sorry!’


She was left there, on the gravel, cold and wet and in some considerable
discomfort for what
seemed like a long time. She tried to improve her spread but without much
success.
Eventually, the Master returned.


‘Spread wide – now! Unsatisfactory!’


The quirt came down viciously on her inner thighs. Julie screamed and tried to
roll herself
into a ball – the quirt came down on her naked back.


‘You have been warned about trying to thwart me and you will pay for this – but
later. You
can look forward to it. Now we shall take a short break before we try position
number two.’


They went back inside the house – Julie soaking wet, cold and in pain. After a
cold lunch it
was back outside into the cold and rain to practice position number two – face
up this time
and this was really painful to Julie’s already abused bum and back. Again she
was
encouraged to spread and again she was left there to practice for a long time.
And again the
result was unsatisfactory, gaining her some more strokes – this time across the
front of her
thighs and her stomach. At last she was allowed to go back inside to clean up –
and warm up.


‘Your performance today has not been satisfactory. You are going to have to do
much better
if you want to avoid a trip to the Correction Centre. Tomorrow we shall start
on two, more
difficult positions and you had better co-operate. You’ll still have to
practice today’s lessons,
of course, as you have a long way to go before you are satisfactory on those.’


By this time, Julie was thinking that a trip to the Correction Centre was
probably inevitable.
Heavens, the training today had been impossibly hard and this had only been an
‘easy’ start.
What on earth would tomorrow bring?


‘Now, I am going to punish you for thwarting me. Come with me – now!’



Punishment


He took her to the training room where he restrained her, face down, across the
vaulting
horse. Her legs were spread and tied to the legs of the horse – her arms
likewise. She was
totally at his mercy – and none would be shown.


‘I think that two dozen with this martinet would be appropriate.’




He brandished a small, multi-tailed whip with eight rubber thongs, each about a
foot long.


‘This little whip is made from rubber – it won’t cut you but it will be very
painful. You can
scream all you like – no-one will hear you. I am going to enjoy this – I don’t
think that you
will, though. And don’t forget to count!’


The whip came down with a crack across the shoulders of the naked, quaking
girl. She had
never known pain like it – it felt like fire and it got worse with time. Just
as the pain began to
peak, the whip came down again. Had she remembered to count? She really
couldn’t
remember. The whip came down again and again and Julie screamed and screamed.
When
she eventually lost consciousness the entire backsides of her legs and body
were covered in
angry welts again.


She came round some time after the punishment had stopped to find herself alone
and still
tied to the horse. Her body felt as if it was on fire but, slowly, the pain
eased. After a while,
the master returned and released her – she could hardly stand unaided and had
to be helped
back to the kitchen, where a meal had been prepared.


‘I hope that you have learned not to thwart me. If you try it again the result
will be much
worse for you. That little whip is merely a toy compared to some of the
equipment that I
have here. You are probably feeling very sore at the moment but be assured that
no
permanent damage has been done – let’s try to keep it that way. Now, eat your
food. You
need to keep your strength up because you have a long day’s training tomorrow.
And I want
to see better progress than today!’


After the meal, Julie was taken back to her room for the night. This time,
before she was
restrained, face upwards, on the bed she remembered to visit the bathroom. She
didn’t want a
repetition of yesterday! Lying on her abused back was painful and, as she was
stretched
tightly, she couldn’t move around to ease the hurt. Eventually she fell asleep,
waking just as
dawn was breaking, feeling very cold and bursting for a pee. Fortunately, she
managed to
contain herself until the Master released her so there was no extra punishment
this time.



Training Again


The day was much like the previous one had been, except that the weather was a
little
warmer. In addition to practicing positions one and two she was introduced to
some more
demanding positions but didn’t do very well, earning more than a few
‘encouragements’. At
least she received no major punishment that day.


Time passed – she lost track of the days and everything tended to become a
blur. Some days
were good, with only a few strokes awarded, but others, when she made no
progress, were
bad. On two occasions she had to endure the rubber whip again.


Two positions, in particular, were causing her some trouble. One of these,
position four,
involved her kneeling with her legs spread wide and her shoulders and breasts
on the ground.
Her arms had to be held out from her sides at right-angles to her body. Her
arse and genitals
had to be projected backwards and completely exposed. She found it almost
impossible to
keep her balance and tended to fall over – each time earning a slash to her
exposed cunt. The



other ‘impossible’ position, position five, required her to be on her back with
her legs drawn
up so that her ankles were behind her neck. She was still a long way off
achieving this,
despite ‘encouragement’ to her exposed genitalia.


Progress was slow – too slow – and one day, after a hard training session, the
Master
confronted Julie about this.


‘You have been here two weeks now’ (had it really only been two weeks?) ‘and
have made
little progress with your training programme. I suspect that you are lazy and
have a bad
attitude. I am not prepared to put up with this and I want to see an immediate
improvement –
starting tomorrow. In order to encourage you I shall punish you severely
tonight.’


Julie quaked at hearing this but then, foolishly, lost her temper.


‘What do you expect? I try my best and I’m not double jointed, you know. I
don’t want to
stay here any more. I’ve had enough. Get me my things – I’m leaving!’


The Master smiled.


‘Well now, I seem to remember an agreement that we had – something about an
initial 3-
month period. Let’s see – that means that you have about another 11 weeks to
go, by my
reckoning. I also seem to remember something about correct forms of address and
instant
obedience. Not looking too good for you, is it?’


‘You can’t keep me here – I’m leaving!’


‘SIT DOWN AND BE SILENT! You are going nowhere. You have no clothes, no money,
and no idea where you are. And if I release the hounds you won’t get as far as
the main gate!
All you have done, by this outburst, is to earn yourself a visit to the
Correction Centre. You
wanted to know what was in there so now you will find out. Come with me – now!’



Correction


He took her by the hair and dragged her outside into the courtyard. It was
raining again! The
Correction Centre was a little way off, down a path through the woods. It was
the same
building that she had glimpsed on her first night there. The Master unlocked a
heavy door in
the windowless structure and pushed Julie into a bare, concrete corridor. At
the end of the
corridor was a second, heavy door, leading into a large, concrete room. The
Master switched
on the harsh, overhead fluorescent lighting.


The first impression that Julie had was that they were in a factory workshop –
no home
comforts here. The walls were concrete, the floor was concrete and there were
several pieces
of equipment dotted around. She realised, to her horror, that one of these was
an old-
fashioned rack and another was a St. Andrew’s cross. Other pieces she did not
recognise.
What was that wheel-like structure that dominated the room and what were those
cubicles
that looked like shower stalls – and why did they have iron rings set into the
floor?


On the walls hung an immense variety of punishment implements – bullwhips,
horsewhips,
carriage whips, cat-o-nine tails, martinets, crops, canes, floggers, as well as
some very



sinister-looking metal instruments. There also seemed to be some electrical
apparatus along
one wall.


‘Impressive isn’t it? I had this centre built specially and at no little
expense. Some of the
equipment I designed myself and the whole building is double-skinned in foot-
thick concrete.
You could have a rock band playing at full power in here and you wouldn’t hear
a thing
outside these walls. Now, I am going to restrain you in the sluice overnight so
that you can
contemplate the error of your ways. In the morning I am going to whip you
severely.’


‘Master, I am truly sorry. I will try harder so please don’t whip me.’


‘Begging for mercy will not help you – quite the reverse, in fact. You have
just earned
yourself 50% extra strokes.’


‘But … but …’


‘100% extra, plus ten for not addressing me correctly!’



Sluice


Julie’s heart sank – whatever she did only seemed to make things worse. What
now and what
was the sluice? She would soon find out.


The Master took a metal collar from the wall and quickly slipped it around
Julie’s neck. He
then dragged her across to one of the ‘shower cubicles’, forced her to the
ground and attached
her collar to a metal ring in the floor with a very short chain. She maybe had
six inches of
movement.


‘You will spend the night here and we shall meet again in the morning – I look
forward to it.’


He then left the room, closing the door behind him and turning out the lights.
Julie was left
lying naked on the cold floor in total darkness.


‘But why is it called the sluice?’ she thought.


Her question was soon answered as jets of icy cold water suddenly erupted from
vents in the
walls of the cubicle, soaking her from head to foot. And then the diabolical
design of the
sluice became apparent. The water level rose until, at full stretch, she could
just about keep
her nose and mouth above its level. After a while the water jets ceased but the
level only
reduced a little – she still had to strain all of the time. Soon she was in
agony from her
cramped muscles. And that wasn’t the end of it – the whole process repeated
itself at 30-
minute intervals throughout the long, long night.


She completely lost track of time and when the Master returned it was almost a
relief. The
water level in the cubicle reduced to zero and her collar was unfastened. There
was no
danger of her getting away – the door was locked and, in any case, she was
incapable of
standing.




‘Good morning Julie. At least it’s a good morning for me – less good for you I
think. Now
we’ll proceed with your whipping – I hope that you’re ready for it – it will be
quite an
experience for you.’



Wheel


He attached metal bracelets to her ankles and wrists and dragged her across to
the wheel-like
structure that she had seen earlier. She was attached to the rim of the wheel
by her restraints,
legs and arms pulled wide apart. Her body was the wheel hub and her limbs were
the spokes.


‘This apparatus I designed myself and had built specially. The outer rim of the
wheel runs in
bearings so that the whole apparatus, and you with it, can be rotated to any
angle. All parts of
your body are equally vulnerable and you will notice that there is ample space
behind the
wheel for you to be whipped from that side also. When I have finished there
will not be a
single square inch of your flesh remaining unscathed. Now, as to the number of
strokes that
you are to receive - initially, this was to have been 100 but, because of your
foolishness, you
will now get 210. Any tendency to beg should be avoided – each occasion will
add ten more
strokes – as I do not intend to show you any mercy whatsoever. As a small
concession, I
shall not require you to count the strokes and I shall only use a carriage whip
on you, rather
than a bull whip. You will get cut but nothing that will not heal nicely under
my tender care.
I used to be a doctor you know.’


He selected a long carriage whip from the wall and cracked it smartly. Julie
flinched. Then
he started to apply it to her defenceless body – he started with her in an
upright position and
whipped her breasts and legs then slowly rotated the equipment until she had
been whipped
everywhere. When she was completely inverted he finished by whipping her
genitals.


Julie made an awful lot of noise from the beginning. Her life became a red sea
of pain, pain
and more pain. When her nipples were whipped it was just horrendous but when
the tip of
the whip contacted her clit it was even worse. She felt like it would never end
but, at last, the
strokes stopped coming.


She was left in the wheel for the rest of that day and, when evening came, was
taken down
and put back into the sluice for the night. She was almost grateful for the
ice-cold water as it
eased the pain from her welts and cuts. It was hardly a comfortable night
though.


Morning eventually came, and with it the Master.


‘I shall give you the day off today – no training, just some light household
duties. And I want
to attend to any cuts that you might have – you don’t look too bad. I haven’t
lost my
expertise, I’m glad to say.’


He took her back to the main house and stood her in front of a mirror so that
she could see
her body. She was shocked – there were welts everywhere, from wrists to feet
and
everywhere in-between but surprisingly few cuts. He applied some healing salve
to those
few cuts that she did have – more would be applied that night – and then set
her to cooking
breakfast. She was actually quite hungry, despite her ordeal, having had no
food for 36 hours
and only a little water to drink. She spent the remainder of the day doing a
little dusting and
cleaning. It was a bit painful to move around though.



A New Start


After that day, Julie decided to try a lot harder to please the Master. This
was partly because
she had no desire to visit the Correction Centre again but also because she
realized that life
might not be so bad after all. She was a masochist and had taken up the offer
because she
wanted to be punished regularly – she just didn’t want it to be taken to
extremes.


Her cuts healed rapidly and cleanly and she soon found herself actually
enjoying her training
sessions. She still received plenty of ‘encouragement’ and still had difficulty
with some
positions but she was getting better. The Master was generally quite pleased
with her and
also started to use her sexually from time to time. She became quite contented
with her lot.



Sir


A few weeks had passed when, one day, Julie received a summons to the Master’s
study. She
was surprised to find a second, elderly gentleman there and surmised that he
must have
arrived some time the previous evening, while she had been restrained in her
room.


‘Julie, this is a colleague of mine who is visiting us for a day or two. You
will afford him the
same respect that you afford me and you will address him as ‘Sir’, you
understand?’


Julie knew that she should have felt embarrassed at being totally naked in
front of a perfect
stranger but, somehow, it all felt quite natural. She also knew what the
penalty for not being
polite was likely to be.


‘Yes Master, I understand. I am very pleased to meet you Sir and I am at your
disposal.’


‘Good,’ said Sir, ‘I like politeness in a slave. Turn round; I want a good look
at your body.
Now bend over and spread your legs.’


At this point he inserted a finger into her vagina and spread her buttocks.


‘Mmm, not bad! I don’t see any scars – has she really been that good?’


‘Yes, in general she has been quite satisfactory. We had a little difficulty at
first but that’s all
behind us now.’


‘Really, well I think that I had better judge for myself just how effective the
training
programme has been. I would like to see her put through her paces. Come,
slave!’


He picked up a switch from the table and took Julie from the room and outside
into the
courtyard. The Master did not accompany them. No rain today but a cold wind was
blowing.


‘Who is this person?’ thought Julie, as they walked out. ‘He seems to have some
sort of hold
over the Master.’


‘Right slave! Show me position one – now!’


‘Yes Sir, at once, Sir.’



Julie assumed the position and with a little encouragement achieved a really
wide spread. Sir
seemed pleased and they went on to explore a number of other positions. Then it
all started
to go wrong.


‘Position four – now!’


This was a difficult one for Julie and, as was so often the case, she couldn’t
maintain the
position and fell over, earning herself a couple of strokes to the buttocks.


‘Not very good! Position five – now!’


This was the bane of Julie’s existence – there was no way that she was ever
going to get those
ankles behind her neck! She tried, failed, and received six strokes to the
backs of her thighs.


‘Unsatisfactory! How long have you been here, slave?’


‘Aaabbbout eight weeks, Sir.’


‘And this is the best that you can do? At this rate you will never be ready! We
shall have to
speed up the process, I think.’


‘Yes Sir, whatever you say, Sir’, silently thinking, ‘Ready? Ready for what?’


He took her back to the Master.


‘Totally unsatisfactory! I cannot believe that she has been here for eight
weeks already. I
propose that I take her back to my establishment for a while – as you know, I
have equipment
there that can help with attaining some of the more difficult positions.
Meanwhile, I think
that she needs to be punished for her laziness. I suggest some time in the
sluice and a
thorough whipping tomorrow. I’ll take her away the next day and you can have
her back
when I’ve finished with her.’


‘Mmmaaaster?’


‘Be silent. That sounded suspiciously like begging to me – ten more lashes
tomorrow! And
now, to the sluice!’


‘So, she has not yet learned not to beg? I’ll add an additional ten to your ten
so that’s twenty
and I think 100 for the laziness – with the bull whip, naturally.’


‘No, I don’t want her scarred up, she hasn’t been that bad. I’ll use a driving
whip on her – it
will be painful enough.’


Julie was really frightened now. How could they talk about her as though she
were just a
piece of meat? What on earth would happen at Sir’s establishment?


So, to the sluice again. Sir demanded that she be hog-tied and that made things
even more
uncomfortable than before. It was a very long evening and night and in the
morning, when
they came for her, she could hardly move. She was strung up in the wheel, as
before, and
received her 120 strokes. It was excruciatingly painful, of course, and she
screamed a lot but



she couldn’t help but get the impression that the Master was holding back.
There were no
cuts this time either.


‘Well, if that’s the best that you can do I’m not surprised that little
progress has been made.
120 strokes with that little toy won’t achieve very much – and they were not
hard strokes at
that. Not the way I like to see things done, I can tell you!’


They left her there for a few hours and then she was returned to the sluice for
another
uncomfortable night. The next morning she was gagged and, still hog-tied, was
bundled into
the back of a blacked out limousine. She didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to
the Master.



At Sir’s Establishment


The journey seemed quite long and, of course, she had no idea where she was
going.
Eventually the car stopped and the rear door was opened. Blinking in the sudden
light, Julie
saw that they were in an underground garage. She was quickly bundled out of the
car and
carried down a passageway into a darkened room, the only light coming from the
open
doorway. She didn’t really have time to take in the dim view before a collar
was slipped
around her neck and was fastened to an iron ring in the floor with a very short
chain. The
door closed and she was left alone in the dark.


How long she lay there, hogtied, she had no idea. She only knew that the floor
was cold
stone and that she needed to pee. Soon she was lying in her own filth. No-one
came for a
long time – nothing to eat – nothing to drink – in pain – she became completely
disorientated.


Eventually, the door opened and a bowl of water and another bowl of gruel-like
stuff were
pushed across the floor. The gag was removed but apparently she was expected to
eat like a
dog – not easy and she ended up licking some of it off the floor. Soon she had
to pee again –
and worse. Exhausted, she finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep.


She was woken by the sensation of cold water all over her body. Someone – she
couldn’t see
who – was hosing her down. The hog-tie was removed but she remained chained to
the floor.
At least now she could feed herself on the bread and water that was given to
her. Then it was
back to being in the dark and, shortly, lying in her own pee again.


She lost track of time – had she been there two days or two weeks? There was no
way of
telling. The food, what there was of it, appeared sporadically and the
intervals between
hosing seemed variable. One day she awoke to find the room flooded with bright
light and
Sir standing over her.


‘Well, I see that my staff have been treating you well, although I would have
preferred the
hog-tie to have been left on! I’ve been away for a few days but now, I’m back,
so we can
make a start on your training enhancements in the morning. Meanwhile, as you
have not
experienced the lash for a little while, I intend to put that matter right. We
wouldn’t want you
to forget what happens to disobedient, lazy slaves, would we now? I think two
dozen with a
tawse would be about right – and don’t wriggle too much or I might think that
you are trying
to thwart me and we both know what the result of that would be, don’t we?




He picked up a heavy, leather strap from a table. The strap was about one foot
long, plus its
handle, and was split into three tongues. He tapped the tawse lightly on his
hand and then
brought it down with full strength on the body of the naked, defenceless girl.


‘Craack!’ went the tawse.


‘Aaaaaggh!’ went the girl, as her world exploded into pain.


Of course, Julie could not avoid wriggling to try to avoid the tawse so her
punishment was
doubled. To cap it all, when she had received a dozen strokes she was reminded
by Sir that
she was supposed to be counting.


‘Had he actually said so?’ she wondered, through a red mist of pain.


So, she got a dozen, then another four dozen, then another dozen for losing
count somewhere
along the way – 72 strokes in all. She was covered in welts from shoulders to
feet, back and
front. Then Sir departed and she was left alone in the dark on the cold, stone
floor – again –
to spend a very uncomfortable night.


Morning came, and with it came Sir, complete with some fairly unappetizing food
– no
Cordon Bleu chef here.


‘This morning I shall introduce you to the Position 4 apparatus. You have
difficulty with
position 4 and this equipment will help you. Use it to your advantage or suffer
the
consequences. I shall be on hand to offer encouragement.’


Her collar was removed and she struggled to her feet for the first time in
several days – it
seemed like several weeks! She was then installed in the Position 4 apparatus.
By dint of
various clamps, ropes and pulleys this equipment was designed to spread the
legs of the
kneeling participant, exposing the genitalia, while maintaining the upper body
flat on the
ground with the arms outspread. The tension in the ropes could be gradually
increased,
forcing the legs further apart. Over the course of time, the tendons in the
participant’s legs
would be stretched, thus enabling a good spread to be achieved in the absence
of the
equipment.


Of course, as her arse and genitals were totally exposed, while in this
apparatus, Sir had no
hesitation about offering ‘encouragement’ with his switch and she received many
strokes as
the ropes were tightened. She spent several hours in Position 4 and then, it
was time for
Position 5.


This equipment was similar in concept, using ropes and pulleys to pull the
participants legs
apart and up until the ankles could be locked behind the neck. Again, over the
course of
time, the tendons would become stretched sufficiently and the equipment would
be no longer
needed. And, of course, her genitals were, once again, totally exposed to Sir’s
switch.


Over the course of the next several days Julie tried to be as co-operative as
possible because
she knew what the consequences of non-co-operation would be. This did not
entirely save
her, however, and she received two substantial whippings for ‘not displaying
enthusiasm’.
Eventually, however, her performance was deemed satisfactory – she could now do
positions
four and five unaided, as well as all the others on which she had been trained.



One day, after a particularly successful session, Sir, having released her from
some
equipment, informed her that her training at his establishment was complete.


‘Julie, you have done well here and there is little more that I can teach you.
I think that you
are about ready to go back to your Master. However, before you go, I would like
to leave
you with a little souvenir of your stay here, as I do for all slaves that pass
through this
establishment. Tonight, therefore, you will be restrained in the sluice – yes I
have one too –
and tomorrow you will receive 100 strokes of the bull whip. Hopefully, this
will result in
some permanent scarring so that you will always have reason to remember your
time here. I
don’t actually have a copy of that excellent wheel that your Master has but I’m
sure that we
can find an adequate substitute.’


‘But you have no right to do this! I am not your slave, I belong to my Master!’


‘And your Master is not here and I have the right to act ‘in loco parentis’ and
you have just
doubled your punishment by your disrespectful behaviour. I should say no more,
if I were
you! I am minded to give you an extra 100 strokes but perhaps we will save
those for your
next visit.’


Julie was appalled but, wisely, kept her mouth shut and was duly hog-tied in
Sir’s sluice
which, to all intents and purposes, was identical to the Master’s. Even the
cold water jets
were the same!


The following morning she was strung up by the feet, legs pulled wide apart,
arms pulled
wide and secured to the floor, stretched tightly and then Sir whipped her
mercilessly with a
bull-whip. First the whip raised welts and then more welts on top of the first
welts and then
her skin broke and the blood began to flow. Welts everywhere, legs, breasts,
arse, back,
genitals – everywhere. She was a mess!


She had never known pain like it – everything that had gone before was trivial
compared to
this. And Sir was an expert – he knew just how to time the strokes so that the
pain would
build and build. When she passed out he would wait for her to come to before
continuing and
the whipping went on and on. She had no idea of the number of strokes that she
received – it
was certainly at least the 200 promised but might well have been more. At last
it stopped.


She had a hazy recollection of being put back in the sluice but, the following
morning, she
could not stand and could not move. She was thrown, still bleeding, into the
back of the
limousine and, later, dumped unceremoniously onto the gravel of the Master’s
courtyard –
and that was where he found her, naked, bleeding and soaked through from the
rain.



Back at the Master’s House


It was touch and go for a few days and Julie only had vague recollections of
this time. One
day she awoke to find herself back in her old room – still naked and still tied
to the bed. The
Master came to her.


‘I’m glad to see that you are awake at last – you’ve had quite an ordeal but
you’re safe now.
Sir is not here and I’m not expecting to see him in the near future. He should
not have used a
bull-whip on you but the extent of the punishment was largely your own fault.
If you are



disrespectful there is little that I can do. I’m afraid that you will have some
permanent
scarring from your whipping, which was his intention, I’m sure. I have done
what I can but
you were quite a mess when I found you. I’ll continue to treat your wounds but
you will have
to remain confined to your room, for now. Later, when you have recovered, we’ll
continue
with your training.


The following few weeks she could do very little but gradually her body healed.
The scarring
wasn’t too bad really although she might have to think twice before appearing
in a bikini on a
public beach. Thankfully, her genitals were not permanently damaged, although
she would
not have wanted to have sex for some considerable time.


In due course the training continued – it really was no problem to her now and
her
achievements surpassed both her and her Master’s expectations. One day, it must
have been
getting on for six months since she had first come there, the Master wanted to
talk to her.


‘Well Julie, you have been here a long time now and I think that we have gone
about as far as
we can with your training. You now have to make a decision. You can either
return to your
former life, and I rather hope that you don’t want to do that, stay here, or
take advantage of
opportunities elsewhere. I am a member of a world-wide organization that is
always looking
for suitable people to train new slaves. I could get you a position in any one
of a number of
countries – no questions asked, my recommendation is enough. Alternatively, as
I am
wanting to expand my operation here, you could stay on as my assistant. You
would still be
subject to the same rules as before, of course, but you would be teaching the
techniques to
fresh girls coming here and you would, of course, be responsible for
disciplining them
appropriately. I’m hoping to have a new girl join us next week, if she turns
up, so, what do
you say? The decision is yours.’


‘Master, could I please have tonight to think about it? And Master, before I
sleep tonight,
would you please give me a serious whipping? I haven’t had a good session for a
while now
and I do miss being punished. I think two dozen with the driving whip would be
about right
and, if I should lose count …’


‘Julie, you are insolent and I think that you fully deserve to be whipped.
Maybe two dozen
will not be enough – I think that a round fifty sounds better! And, as for your
future, don’t
keep me waiting on your decision – let me know by morning.’


So, Julie received her 50 strokes, in the course of which she achieved more
than one orgasm.


‘Master, oh Master!’


‘Craack!’


‘Yes Julie.’


‘Craack!’


‘I want to stay with you always.’


‘You mean ‘I want to stay with you always, Master’. That will be another ten!’




‘Craack!


‘Oh, Master!’



The End


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