Peter Learns How to Behave. Chapter IV
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Cindy had taken her slave out to the garage, which had plenty of space and importantly, no soft furnishings to damage, and tied him securely over a work bench. he was trembling in fear, knowing this was going to be excruciating if Cindy's treatment of him so far was any indication. She found some duct tape and used it to seal her slave's mouth shut, and then picked up the first of the two canes, the lighter one, swishing it experimentally through the air. She was eager to hurt her slave and she felt herself getting wet with anticipation of the enjoyment she was about to get.
"Are you ready for this slave? I'm going to give you sixty with this cane, and then another sixty with the other heavier cane. This is not meant to be fun. It is punishment whose only purpose is to try and ensure you do not want to disappoint me again" She tapped the cane lightly on his ass, then pulled back, and struck him as hard as she could perfectly along the crease between his ass and upper thigh. A bright run mark appeared slowly. Her slave thrashed about in his bondage and tried to scream, but all the happened was he blew snot all over his chin.
Cindy studied his face "only another 119 of those and we will be done for tonight, if you are lucky" and cackled in delight. Then she pulled back again and continued slowly and methodically to work the cane over the entirety of his ass. All the time he struggled against his bonds, looking like he couldn't take any more. Cindy didn't care. Every now and then she paused a minute and played with herself, just loving what she was doing. Every six hits, she moved round him to hit from alternate sides to try and keep an even pattern of bruising. By the time she got to sixty, her slave was weeping heavily, eyes bulging and moaning loud enough it was clear he was trying to scream. She laid the cane down with satisfaction, and looked at his ass. It was just a mass of welts all across it "That looks painful slave, and I hope it is. we are half way through, but now it is time for the heavy cane, and you may well wish you had never been born by the time we are done" she whispered in his ear, and laughed.
Cindy picked up the second cane, and tapped it on his ass a few times so he could tell it was heavy, Then she sighed with pleasure, drew back and hit hard, putting her whole body into it. Her slave reacted like he had been electrocuted, twisting in his bonds uncontrollably, visibly struggling for breath, and lost control, pissing himself.
Cindy screamed in rage "you dirty fucking piece of shit. You get an extra 30 strokes of this cane for that" and started laying into him savagely, beating him hard with a quick tempo. After 30 strokes, she had broken his skin in several places. It didn't slow her down - it fact it seemed to encourage her further. After 60 she stopped for a break, and decided to strip so she didn't get blood on her clothes. It was running down the backs of his legs quite heavily now, and he was slumped over the table, seemingly exhausted from all the struggling and all out of fight.
Finally, she got back into position, pausing only to play with her clit for a few seconds, before starting again. her slave lifted his head, his eyes a picture of terror at each strike but now remained almost motionless otherwise. She felt the odd drop of blood splash onto her skin, and smiled with grim satisfaction, she got to 90 and placed the cane down, then strode over to a battered old armchair in the corner of the garage, lay down and masturbated furiously, and reaching an orgasm within seconds. She kept going and had three orgasms, one rolling into the next before she stopped and rested, getting her breath back. All she could hear was the quiet sobbing of her slave behind the duct tape, clearly still in a lot of distress. She grabbed a bucket and filled it with cold water, then throwing a large amount of salt in it. She splashed a few drops on her slaves ass, and he reacted instantly, trying to get away from the splashes. She smiled again and them began to pour the water over his ass, a bit at a time, and used some paper towels to clean up the bloody mess. Her slave thrashed about wildly again, obviously in fresh pain from the salt water. Cindy laughed at him "If you don't calm down, I may have to masturbate again. I so enjoyed that".
Her slave stared wild eyed in horror at her, and how much she seemed to enjoy torturing him.
Cindy looked around, wondering what to do. The garage was a mess with piss and blood all over the floor around her slave, and his ass and the top of his thighs were a mess of bloody split skin, almost black with all the bruising. She looked at her watch and saw it was almost bedtime. Then she looked into her slaves eyes "If I take your gag off, are you going to be a good slave for me" she asked. Her slave nodded quickly, desperate to be able to breath properly again. Cindy put a finger to her lips "shhhhhsh" and ripped the duct tape off in one move. Her slave took in an enormous gulp of air, and started sobbing with just enough noise to excite Cindy, his whole body trembling with the sobs.
Cindy pulled a little stool across to sit in front of her slave where he could her her clearly, she had her fingers in her pussy again, but was concentrating on what she was about to say "I hope you learned a valuable lesson today slave. Anything other than total and unquestioning obedience and subservience will not be tolerated. You are nothing. You still exist because I allow you to exist. Do you understand so far?" she asked
Her slave nodded quickly, trying to blink away tears "yes Mistress"
"That pleases me slave. I wouldn't want to have to give you any further punishment right now. You may never recover if I have to do that. Anyway, tomorrow we are going to start transferring all assets you or we own to just me. This will simplify our future, where I have all power and you are of no importance. But now, I'm going to bed. you will stay tied up here to give your ass some time to heal without making a mess in my house" She turned without another word and walked out of the garage, picking up her clothes on the way, and turning the light off, plunging her slave into pitch blackness".
The next morning Cindy woke early, refreshed and ready for another day of change. She jumped in the shower, put a bathrobe on and then made a cup of tea and had some toast. She didn't want her slave doing it as he was such a mess from last night's punishment. Finally she wandered into the garage to see how he was.
He was awake and look so delighted to see her. He started trembling with fear almost immediately. It looked to Cindy like he had pissed himself again, but it didn't bother her. She untied him, and he fell on the ground, lying in his own piss sobbing. He crawled forward and kissed her feet repeatedly, just saying, "please, please, no more Mistress".
Cindy starred down dispassionately " get this place clean slave. you have made a mess of it, bleeding everywhere, and then pissing yourself. Use the tap in the corner to wash yourself afterwards. Are you thirsty slave?" The slave nodded "yes Mistress".
Cindy picked a funnel up off one of the shelves "lie on your back slave" and pushed it into her slave's mouth. Then she straddled him and squatted down. "you will drink all that I give you. Do not spill any" she coldly uttered, the cold words dripping with menace. She relaxed and let go a steaming stream of piss into the funnel. Her slave started swallowing quickly, afraid she might overflow the funnel otherwise.
Her slave hated the acrid taste of her piss, strong and bitter but knew better by now than to do anything except obey. He could not help thinking back though that less than a week ago, he had been a strong successful businessman, and now he was reduced to this, where he was less than nothing. He felt his cock hardening with excitement which left him even more in despair. His body still showed excitement, but none of that excitement filtered through into his brain. He was too much in terror of his wife, now Mistress, for that.
Cindy stood back up, looking down on him with contempt. "OK, get this place cleaned up, and then yourself. you will remain in the garage until I return this evening. You can piss down the drain if needed. You probably won't need a shit as you haven't eaten for so long, but if you do, use a bucket". She marched out of the garage, locking the door behind her, well aware the maid was coming today, and not wanting any complications. The maid, Rebecca, was around 60 yeas old and in Cindy's mind had seen and done much but nevertheless Cindy was quite sure Rebecca would be horribly shocked if she accidentally saw her battered husband. Cindy left her a note saying Peter was busy working on a project in the garage and absolutely did not want disturbing. It seemed strange writing the name Peter down again, which amused Cindy. She would be doing a lot more of it today with her attorney, as she rearranged their finances.
She checked around one last time after getting ready, and then drove off, for a busy, not fun, but significant day that would change everything forever.
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Cindy had taken her slave out to the garage, which had plenty of space and importantly, no soft furnishings to damage, and tied him securely over a work bench. he was trembling in fear, knowing this was going to be excruciating if Cindy's treatment of him so far was any indication. She found some duct tape and used it to seal her slave's mouth shut, and then picked up the first of the two canes, the lighter one, swishing it experimentally through the air. She was eager to hurt her slave and she felt herself getting wet with anticipation of the enjoyment she was about to get.
"Are you ready for this slave? I'm going to give you sixty with this cane, and then another sixty with the other heavier cane. This is not meant to be fun. It is punishment whose only purpose is to try and ensure you do not want to disappoint me again" She tapped the cane lightly on his ass, then pulled back, and struck him as hard as she could perfectly along the crease between his ass and upper thigh. A bright run mark appeared slowly. Her slave thrashed about in his bondage and tried to scream, but all the happened was he blew snot all over his chin.
Cindy studied his face "only another 119 of those and we will be done for tonight, if you are lucky" and cackled in delight. Then she pulled back again and continued slowly and methodically to work the cane over the entirety of his ass. All the time he struggled against his bonds, looking like he couldn't take any more. Cindy didn't care. Every now and then she paused a minute and played with herself, just loving what she was doing. Every six hits, she moved round him to hit from alternate sides to try and keep an even pattern of bruising. By the time she got to sixty, her slave was weeping heavily, eyes bulging and moaning loud enough it was clear he was trying to scream. She laid the cane down with satisfaction, and looked at his ass. It was just a mass of welts all across it "That looks painful slave, and I hope it is. we are half way through, but now it is time for the heavy cane, and you may well wish you had never been born by the time we are done" she whispered in his ear, and laughed.
Cindy picked up the second cane, and tapped it on his ass a few times so he could tell it was heavy, Then she sighed with pleasure, drew back and hit hard, putting her whole body into it. Her slave reacted like he had been electrocuted, twisting in his bonds uncontrollably, visibly struggling for breath, and lost control, pissing himself.
Cindy screamed in rage "you dirty fucking piece of shit. You get an extra 30 strokes of this cane for that" and started laying into him savagely, beating him hard with a quick tempo. After 30 strokes, she had broken his skin in several places. It didn't slow her down - it fact it seemed to encourage her further. After 60 she stopped for a break, and decided to strip so she didn't get blood on her clothes. It was running down the backs of his legs quite heavily now, and he was slumped over the table, seemingly exhausted from all the struggling and all out of fight.
Finally, she got back into position, pausing only to play with her clit for a few seconds, before starting again. her slave lifted his head, his eyes a picture of terror at each strike but now remained almost motionless otherwise. She felt the odd drop of blood splash onto her skin, and smiled with grim satisfaction, she got to 90 and placed the cane down, then strode over to a battered old armchair in the corner of the garage, lay down and masturbated furiously, and reaching an orgasm within seconds. She kept going and had three orgasms, one rolling into the next before she stopped and rested, getting her breath back. All she could hear was the quiet sobbing of her slave behind the duct tape, clearly still in a lot of distress. She grabbed a bucket and filled it with cold water, then throwing a large amount of salt in it. She splashed a few drops on her slaves ass, and he reacted instantly, trying to get away from the splashes. She smiled again and them began to pour the water over his ass, a bit at a time, and used some paper towels to clean up the bloody mess. Her slave thrashed about wildly again, obviously in fresh pain from the salt water. Cindy laughed at him "If you don't calm down, I may have to masturbate again. I so enjoyed that".
Her slave stared wild eyed in horror at her, and how much she seemed to enjoy torturing him.
Cindy looked around, wondering what to do. The garage was a mess with piss and blood all over the floor around her slave, and his ass and the top of his thighs were a mess of bloody split skin, almost black with all the bruising. She looked at her watch and saw it was almost bedtime. Then she looked into her slaves eyes "If I take your gag off, are you going to be a good slave for me" she asked. Her slave nodded quickly, desperate to be able to breath properly again. Cindy put a finger to her lips "shhhhhsh" and ripped the duct tape off in one move. Her slave took in an enormous gulp of air, and started sobbing with just enough noise to excite Cindy, his whole body trembling with the sobs.
Cindy pulled a little stool across to sit in front of her slave where he could her her clearly, she had her fingers in her pussy again, but was concentrating on what she was about to say "I hope you learned a valuable lesson today slave. Anything other than total and unquestioning obedience and subservience will not be tolerated. You are nothing. You still exist because I allow you to exist. Do you understand so far?" she asked
Her slave nodded quickly, trying to blink away tears "yes Mistress"
"That pleases me slave. I wouldn't want to have to give you any further punishment right now. You may never recover if I have to do that. Anyway, tomorrow we are going to start transferring all assets you or we own to just me. This will simplify our future, where I have all power and you are of no importance. But now, I'm going to bed. you will stay tied up here to give your ass some time to heal without making a mess in my house" She turned without another word and walked out of the garage, picking up her clothes on the way, and turning the light off, plunging her slave into pitch blackness".
The next morning Cindy woke early, refreshed and ready for another day of change. She jumped in the shower, put a bathrobe on and then made a cup of tea and had some toast. She didn't want her slave doing it as he was such a mess from last night's punishment. Finally she wandered into the garage to see how he was.
He was awake and look so delighted to see her. He started trembling with fear almost immediately. It looked to Cindy like he had pissed himself again, but it didn't bother her. She untied him, and he fell on the ground, lying in his own piss sobbing. He crawled forward and kissed her feet repeatedly, just saying, "please, please, no more Mistress".
Cindy starred down dispassionately " get this place clean slave. you have made a mess of it, bleeding everywhere, and then pissing yourself. Use the tap in the corner to wash yourself afterwards. Are you thirsty slave?" The slave nodded "yes Mistress".
Cindy picked a funnel up off one of the shelves "lie on your back slave" and pushed it into her slave's mouth. Then she straddled him and squatted down. "you will drink all that I give you. Do not spill any" she coldly uttered, the cold words dripping with menace. She relaxed and let go a steaming stream of piss into the funnel. Her slave started swallowing quickly, afraid she might overflow the funnel otherwise.
Her slave hated the acrid taste of her piss, strong and bitter but knew better by now than to do anything except obey. He could not help thinking back though that less than a week ago, he had been a strong successful businessman, and now he was reduced to this, where he was less than nothing. He felt his cock hardening with excitement which left him even more in despair. His body still showed excitement, but none of that excitement filtered through into his brain. He was too much in terror of his wife, now Mistress, for that.
Cindy stood back up, looking down on him with contempt. "OK, get this place cleaned up, and then yourself. you will remain in the garage until I return this evening. You can piss down the drain if needed. You probably won't need a shit as you haven't eaten for so long, but if you do, use a bucket". She marched out of the garage, locking the door behind her, well aware the maid was coming today, and not wanting any complications. The maid, Rebecca, was around 60 yeas old and in Cindy's mind had seen and done much but nevertheless Cindy was quite sure Rebecca would be horribly shocked if she accidentally saw her battered husband. Cindy left her a note saying Peter was busy working on a project in the garage and absolutely did not want disturbing. It seemed strange writing the name Peter down again, which amused Cindy. She would be doing a lot more of it today with her attorney, as she rearranged their finances.
She checked around one last time after getting ready, and then drove off, for a busy, not fun, but significant day that would change everything forever.
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