I was stunned with Stella's words, and appreciated the gift of her submission all the more. This was a person who understood the D/s cycle, TPE, and the rest. And I could see the words' effect on "X"; they were as a slap in the face. He was hit harder by those words than he could have been by anything else.

Smiling warmly at Stella after her words, I turned "X" over to Tom so he might be fastened as his sub was the night before. Then all my staff members got to work on him, abusing him as he had abused his sub under the watchful eyes of Doctor Jan. I didn't want him put in the hospital, but I DID want bruises which would hurt a while and a few scars in places he could see, to help him remember.

Turning back to Stella, I helped her from the rack and took her over to her old friend the spanking bench. She slipped into position happily, and I fastened her facing away from "X". The object here was for her to have some fun, and for me to as well. Last night was a chapter to erase from the mind as quickly as possible, other than to learn from it.

Once Stella was well bound, I began to work on her ass. First I brought out the tawse; its' twin straps of supple leather smacked loudly on her sexy flesh. Now and then I would 'miss' my target and allow the end to slap into her cunt lips, and I'd see her so richly stimulated as the clamp with the weight still attached would sway in response.

I removed all three clips for my next implement, as I wished her full attention. Years ago, a small 'toy' store near Philly had yielded an interesting device called "The Ivy". It was a short length of medium-firm rubber hose, curved into an egg shape and attached to a handle. The loop was about 10 inches long and perhaps 6 across. Giving a very intense sensation when 'slapped', I knew this would push Stella's limits.

The first stroke elicited a yelp, and the screams stayed loud as I went through 20 strokes on her bottom and thighs. Her skin was richly red with swirl marks left behind. She pleased me with her responses, and responded with 'green' when I asked her for her color-check. Taking a break, I helped her hydrate with her sports drink.

Her bottom was quite flushed now. I took up my favorite paddle; it is leather over a spring-steel plate, 12" long and 4" wide, and stings quite strongly. Twenty strokes at medium strength elicited 15 yelps and five wail; color check at the end was still green, though.

Tom brought up my next device, a fucking machine. We applied a condom to the dildo and lubed it, but it turned out not to need any; Stella was flowing with natural lubrication. The dildo was long, about 10 working inches, but not really too big around. Adjusting and aiming took a couple minutes, then we turned her on, pun intended. Groans, moans, and gasps came from Stella, and she came to a quick climax. And three minutes later or so, another. I left Tom to watch over her, and went over to check out "X".

He was bruised and aching everywhere from the staff's attentions, and we released him to the custody of two guards. I instructed them to take him home in his car. We made it clear to "X" that he was never to return.