subserviant led the way pushing rob down the stairs to the dungeon with me pushing the unwilling bound ahead of me by my hand in the hair on the back of her head.
With faggot rob and subserviant secured, I can give my full attention to the young bound. "Undress," I command looking into her face.
"What kind of perverted asylum is this" she screamed.
"Come on, you don't think you were offered the money Mike is just to be a dumb maid did you? You had to know there was more involved" I responded.
"Yes, I expected to do special things for Mike, but sure not for an old creep like you," she spat.
Well, I could understand my being forty years her senior would make me 'old' in her perception, but 'creep'? I'd make sure she paid for that. "This is still part of the interview," I reminded her, "do you want the position or do you want to go back to asking if 'you want fries with that'? Now strip or get your ass down the road."
Reluctantly, she started to strip. It didn't take long as she wasn't wearing a whole lot. Migod, she could have been a NFL cheerleader; obviously she worked out to keep in condition. I'd already admired the nicely shaped, firm legs, but then she revealed a sweetly rounded, firm ass, beautifull flaring hips leading to a well toned trim, long waste. Above that, a pair of D-cup tits, so young and firm no bra was required. A cute face featuring full red lips, wide blue eyes and pert little nose was framed with light blond hair. But right now all that face showed was defiance which I planned to change before we were finished here.
A quick look around showed some of the features of the dungeon, for the most part a work in progress, but with incredible potential. Obviously the house had been originally built close to a hundred years ago or more as the walls and floor were stone. The remarkable feature was that it was a full ten feet high. At some time several rings had been installed in the stone walls and floor and several ropes and chains hung from the ceiling beams, some leading through pulley to cleats in the wall.
Quickly I decided what this young wildcat's position would be for her pain initiation. With one hand still in her hair, I picked up a sawhorse with the other, positioning it so the horizontal top beam was centered under a sspended chain. The horse was just a carpenter's tool, not really intended as a punishment piece. The top beam was just a 2 X 4 on edge. I'd prefer that top edge had a pointed top but this would have to do.
"Over here, straddle this." I commanded, leading her to she straddled the horse in the middle of its length. After I secured her hands slightly abouve her head I bent one knee back, securing her ankle to a leg of the horse. Then the other ankle to the leg on the other side. So now if she sat relaxed, her whole weight would rest on her cunt on the narrow top of the horse. Her only relief from that would be to pull herself up be her arms or push down with her ankles and even though she was in excellant physical condition, her position wouldn't allow either of those options for a very long time.
"Have you ever been whipped?" I asked.
"God, no!" she screamed
"Strapped?"
"Let me out of here, you perverted bastards!"
"You've shown some potential for the position with Mike, but it's apparent you need some training" I told her as I approached a high, wide but shallow cabinet against a wall anticipating a selection of toys. Sure enough, there must have been a collection of over fifty whips, crops, floggers, canes and various, obvious, impact instruments. For her initiation I didn't want anything too severe so I selected aquater inch thick laminated strap about 30 inches long, and three inches wide. As I returned to her, I got a little more look at the environment. Among other things there was a heavy cast-iron forge in a corner adjacent to some branding irons hanging nearby. Wow, someone was into some heavy duty torture, I concluded.
Standing in front of bound I dangled the strap tauntingly in front of her face. "Guess what, now. If you can't, I'll tell you. You're about to lose your 'strap cherry'." I slapped it on one deliscious ass cheek. She gave out a little grunt of pain. The blow hadn't been that hard, but instinctively she jumped forward, grinding her crotch into the inch-and-a-half wide top of the horse.
"Time to get started." I warned and gave that ass cheek a good swat which got a shriek from her. I let the pain sink in a bit as I walked to her other side, giving the other ass cheek a good strike. Another short scream and a bunch of vulgar name calling.
"You must learn to be more respectful," I explained "and you'll be here until you've demonstrated that you have."
With that I gave her a hard strike nearer the top of those nicely rounded cheeks. Then around to the other side for another. After half a dozen on the ass that, by now, had her crying - but not swearing so much, I delivered the first strike to her back - low but avoiding the kidneys, of course. This obviously was the most painful yet. I savored the crying and writhing for several seconds as I again walked around to the other side to leave another stripe just above the last.
I was enjoying the writhing, struggling, wailing and crying so much as the session progressed that it took almost twenty minutes to work my way up her back to just below her neck. Each strike would, for a second or two, leave a three inch wide, white stripe, even whiter than the beautiful white skin of her back, but only for a second or two before it would turn pink, then more red as the swelling started. When I finished going up her back with the strap it was a series of swollen, red welts and she was screaming her head off.
When she finally composed herself somewhat, still trying to wipe her nose - by this time running like a faucet - on her arm, I spoke to her again: "I've noticed you haven't been using proper respect when addressing, or refering to, your superiors. The gentleman you call 'Mike' to you is 'Master Mike' or 'Sir'. And His guests are, to you, 'Sir' or 'Ma'm' or any other form of address they like with Master Mike's permission. Is that clear?"
A feeble "yes" she snivelled.
"You haven't learned a damn thing. You're to address me as 'Sir' and you've forgotten already. Forgetfullness is the same as disobedience. You'll be punished for either. That will be six times you mis-addressed Master Mike or any other of you superiors. Since this is your first exposure to this sort of punishment I'll be lenient."
I released subserviant from her position at a wall ring. "You claim to be a switch, and enjoy punishing other women?"
"Yes, certainly Sir" subservient replied.
"Then you will punish her for her disrespect. She's to get a stroke of this strap for each offence, three on each breast."
subservient's face practically lit up in anticipation. This was going to be good.
"I hope you appreciate that this is just a token warning you're about to receive. Future transgression will be rewarded more harshly than this little sample." I warned the now shaking, snivelling bound.