The Training of Sarah - Part ll

Sarah fought to keep still as the attendant worked her pubic area with shaving cream. Suddenly, the sharp blade of the razor was on her, cutting away the last of her modesty. She could feel its sharpness and was anxious as he carefully worked the glistening edge of the blade around her outer lips. She struggled not to move as his fingers methodically touched and exposed every part of her sex. When he finished, he used a warm cloth to clean her freshly bared skin.

“Much better”, whispered Monique in to Sarah’s ear. She had approached Sarah from behind and was now reaching around and stroking Sarah’s smooth and very wet cunt with her fingers. Holding her still with her left arm, she pushed the fingers of her right hand up inside her and slowly worked them in and out. Sarah’s head was spinning as her arousal built. Monique continued to masturbate her. Sarah was trembling as her muscles started to give out from the intense position in which she was restrained. Monique then grasped her clitoris and twisted it hard between her fingertips. Sarah gasped in pain but the stimulation was pushing her to a climax. Before she could do so however, Monique removed her hand and placed her fingers in Sarah’s mouth. “Lick them clean Sarah” she ordered.

Monique now turned her attention to her two waiting attendants. “Take her down and dress her for the forum”, she directed. “You will be my guest tonight Sarah, at a most interesting event. I will expect you to behave perfectly though, or there may be consequences”. Sarah was led away by the attendants who laid out for her exactly what to wear. Before her was a glamorous black evening gown with a low cut front and no back. There was no bra, but her medium sized breasts were not in need of support. The only other articles of clothing were a garter belt, stockings, and high heels. The new found smoothness of her sex was making Sarah very aroused and she desperately wanted to masturbate herself, but she knew the attendants would not let her. She dressed quickly and prepared herself for Monique.

Once ready, she was escorted to another large room full of people. Monique met her at the doorway. “This is my event Sarah; it’s a public disciplinary session for a young man who is not responding well to his training. We will sit at the front. Your Master will be off to the side, but do not look at him. Speak to no one and do as you are told.” Monique took Sarah’s arm in her’s and they entered the room. As they walked down the centre isle, many of the guests respectfully stood and greeted Monique as they made their way to their seats. Sarah felt very privileged to be by her side.

All eyes were focused on the raised platform. A young man had been brought out by two attendants and was being bent over a wooden spanking horse. Leather cuffs held his wrists and ankles wide apart, securing them tightly to the legs of the frame. His ass was raised high and held perfectly in position for his punishment. A thick wooden dowel was placed between his teeth and held in like a bridle bit. It would allow him to scream but would prevent him from biting his tongue and lips. From the dim light at the rear of the stage, an older, well built man appeared. Picking up a long air paddle from the table, he stood in position next to the victim and looked at Monique. With a nod of her head, she signaled him to begin.

“Watch carefully Sarah, Alexander is an expert with both the paddle and the cane. He will inflict more pain than this poor boy thought possible.” Sarah watched in fascination as the spanking began. Alexander put his full body in to each of the twenty strokes he would administer. As each stroke hit its target, the young man fought hard to bear the pain. The paddle was quite effective however. Alternating between the buttocks and thighs, each hit of the perforated paddle brought the nerves of its victim to the surface of the skin and enflamed them in agonizing pain. After ten strokes tears were flowing liberally from his eyes and he was begging them to stop, promising to do anything they asked of him. But the punishment continued until all twenty strokes had been delivered and skin of the young victim was bright red and very tender.

The punishment of the young man was not yet complete however. As Alexander laid down the paddle with one hand, he picked up a thirty inch cane with the other. Almost without missing a beat, the punishment continued with twenty more strokes of the cane. The effect of caning the freshly spanked and well prepared skin was extreme. At once the boy started to scream at the top of his lungs. He was thrashing uncontrollably in his restraints but could not escape the stinging tip of the well placed instrument until all twenty strokes were complete.

Gasping for breath, shaking, and covered with sweat, the young man was released from the horse and helped off the stage. The bright red skin and deep welts on his buttocks and thighs a solemn reminder to those who chose to disobey.

To be continued...