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It was about two weeks later when her host excused himself after lunch and told her they would not be working for the rest of the day. A short while later one of the maids delivered an envelope containing the following message:
"Go to your room, remove all your clothes, stand in the corner and wait for Jason. He will give you your first spanking of the day. This is actually for your benefit as it will get you into the proper frame of mind before he escorts you to me. During the journey you will remain nude and keep your hands on your head. Along the way he is to take you to all the servants. At each stop you will bend over and display Jason's handiwork. Tell them that you are on your way to the correction room for further discipline and it is my wish that they feel the area where Jason has already spanked you and where I will concentrate my efforts. I anxiously await the arrival of my favorite student and her nice red bottom. We have an exciting day ahead of us."
She couldn't breathe for a moment. Did he really expect her to go along with this? She had been anticipating a return to that room but her excitement had been tinged with a little fear. Still, she never considered the possibility it would start with her receiving a spanking from anyone other than him and to be paraded through the house absolutely naked. But then again, he had indicated these special sessions would include demonstrations of her submission. She wondered what other things awaited her this afternoon and found herself responding physically at the mere thought giving herself body and soul for him to use and/or abuse and humiliate as he desired.
She rose from the table and headed to her room. On the way she ran into Sally and shared the contents of the note with her. She received proper sympathy for the way she would have to make the trip to the special room but was informed that Sally had just been there. Not for any punishment herself but to put clean sheets on the bed so it appeared Alice's torments would include spending some time on the mattress. That brought smiles to both of them but there was a damper to Alice's enthusiasm when Sally added that when she left the room a few minutes ago her employer was standing at the closet where he kept the instruments of correction. She shuddered as she said, "I don't know what all those things were but none of them looked like something I'd want to spend a long time with. Good luck and if it's any comfort, seeing the note has cleared up a small mystery for me. Before I went to the room to prepare the bed I was told to bring some underwear, jeans and a T-shirt from your room. I picked the one you seemed to like to wear the most and I hope I made the right choice. Anyway, at least you'll be decently covered on your way back."
Alice smiled and grimaced as she answered, "I hadn't even thought about that. I would hate to have everyone see me with the marks on my skin I know I'm going to have by tomorrow. I will be bad enough that they see how red my bottom is after Jason has done his duty. Thank you. I probably would have started worrying about the walk back sometime and you have removed one small concern but to be honest, right now the only things weighing on my mind are the first trip through the house and what sorts of things are waiting for me at the end or should I say, for my end." That brought a nervous giggle from both of them as Alice put her hand on the end she spoke of and rubbed it for a moment as if to give it some comfort for what it was going to endure for the rest of the afternoon and into the night. They reached out for each other, held hands for a moment and went their separate ways.
Jason didn't bother to knock on her bedroom door but walked right in. She had been waiting in her assigned position for about fifteen minutes although it seemed like hours as her thoughts dwelt on the known and unknown ordeals ahead of her. It was almost a relief when she heard him enter but she kept her face to the wall until he took her hand and led her to the chair she had thoughtfully moved away from the vanity table. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye and kept her head bowed and looked at the floor during the short journey from the corner to the chair. But this was just a few steps in the privacy of her bedroom. What was it going to be like in a few minutes when she would be taken on a much longer walk. Neither of them said anything during the ensuing preliminaries. It was not the worst spanking she had received during her tenure in this house but it was a good one and every swat stung even more with the knowledge that she was one step closer to her humiliating excursion through the house. And that was just the beginning of her trials. Once she got her ultimate destination she knew she and her already stinging bottom would have to go through some very difficult periods before she could share the bed with the one who had taken control of her life.
When Jason was satisfied with the hue of her bottom he assisted her to her feet and opened the door. She placed her hands as the note had instructed. Maybe the business of getting this shameful spanking to put her `into the proper frame of mind' wasn't so far fetched after all. She remembered how she felt the first time she was taken to that room. Once she was over his lap she knew she what he planned to do and gave no sign of objecting to it even though it was sure to be painful and very humiliating. Just like when she was a child, the decision to punish her had been made and there was no need for any discussion. It was her role to meekly accept the decree and even ask for it or in some way assist in the preparations when the time came. So it was today. His servant had just spanked her and it was his command that she be brought to him in this most degrading manner. It was going to be hard but she accepted his authority over her and his right to discipline her as he saw fit. She would not pout about it. Although there were a few tears on her cheeks, she held her head high as Jason led the way into the hall.
They met most of the staff and she was able to keep her composure as they each asked to see Jason's handiwork. Sally wasn't the only one who appreciated the effects of a good spanking. None of them would have stayed in that house if they felt otherwise so their fascination with the subject led them to take a good look and an occasional touch. Oddly enough, no one asked what she had done to deserve this special trip. They knew it was none of their business but whatever the reason, they comprehended that the girl was being put at their disposal as part of her sentence and they had a role to play in this drama. As much as they liked Alice, there was an understanding that embarrassment and humiliation were as much a part of the activities as the physical suffering and were happy to assist the poor girl in experiencing the all the little subtleties of her punishment. Even Sally had to look and feel although she didn't seem to take as much pleasure in increasing her best friend's shame. Alice stoically endured the women running their hands over her bottom and frightening her with dire predictions on how it would look in a few hours, so she couldn't rightfully protest when the male members of the staff took the same liberties. At least she did not voice her discomfort.
Jason planned his route so the garage and gardener's shed were the last places to visit. It took all Alice's strength to maintain any semblance of dignity when she displayed herself to the men who worked there. Additionally, the length of the trip provided sufficient time for the redness to fade necessitating a touch up so she could be presented to her ultimate disciplinarian properly. He felt it would take two attempts to accomplish this goal and both the chauffeur and the gardener each got a private show of a young lady leaning over a car fender and a hastily brushed off workbench to facilitate Jason's hand doing its duty. She was not only the correct color when she was led into the room, she had the look and tears of a remorseful penitent.
She maintained her posture and hand position as she looked around the room. The chair she remembered was in center stage, as she assumed it would be, and the bed Sally told her about was also visible. She instinctively knew it would be a long trip from one to the other. A table had been added to the furnishings. It looked very solid and stable and had ominous straps attached to the legs. Even more frightening were the objects on the surface. From her vantage point it looked like one of them was the paddle she already met. There was also a short leather strap and riding crop. These must be the ones Sally spoke of. Her rear end was going to experience some very unpleasant sensations. She could not make out what the items were and her attention turned to Jason.
He was describing her comportment during the three spankings she had received so far. In spite of her anxiety she felt some pride in that there was no complaint of any unwillingness to put herself into suitable positions for any of the punishments and that she was able to keep her hands on her head even during the last two spankings. She thought she did a good job during the trek but Jason pointed out the she did show some reluctance to let the chauffeur and gardener gaze upon her and have their turn at feeling the firmness of her backside.
After a few moments thought Jason was told, "She has made remarkable progress in getting along with most of the staff but I have also noticed a bit of coolness towards those two. You've done a good job preparing her bottom for me but two more applications of a hand back there before I give the attention it really needs would not be out of order. Send them to us. Perhaps she'll learn to show respect to the entire household after they spank her."
Alice's heart skipped a beat but she said and did nothing until Jason left on this new errand. She was about to beg for him to reconsider but his rule about her not speaking unless spoken to in this room required her to hold her tongue. All she could do was let the tears fall to show him her fear. He understood but chose to ignore her silent pleading. To pass the time while waiting he brought her closer to the table to see the toys waiting there.
There were the paddle, strap and riding crop she had already noticed. It was with a little relief that she did not see anything else that might be used to strike her although they were more than enough.
He picked up four leather cuffs, which he put on her wrists and ankles. It was a relief to be able to put her arms down even if it meant she had to wear these things. They were lined with a soft material and were fairly comfortable if you could get over the fact that they would hold her fast during some very uncomfortable times.
Then he drew her attention to two artificial penises, one a little smaller than most of the males she met and the other more normal size. He explained that men had a disadvantage in fully satisfying women but what they lacked in staying power they could make up for in ingenuity. He saw a smile on her face and asked if she had any comments. She looked him in the eye as coyly and sexily as she could under the circumstances. In her most wanton voice she said, "I'm grateful you are considering my pleasure but I'd rather have the real thing." She lowered her gaze to his crotch and added, "It's much better than either of these little toys." He kissed the top of her head and dropped a small bombshell, "I am honored to know you feel that way about my prowess and physical attributes however, their purpose tonight is not just to take over when I'm indisposed but to blaze new trails." That's when she saw a tube of lubricant and his meaning became all too clear.
The next item was a metal bar that could be extended and attached to her ankle cuffs. He affixed it as described and she was barely able to keep her balance and stand with her legs spread so wide.
The last two items were silver nipple clamps. He sweetly kissed and nibbled her breasts to get the little nubs to stand out so the pretty clamps could be attached and tightened.
He stood back to admire the view of her grimacing and swaying. In response to her pleading look he said, "You won't have to wear them long. At least not for long any one time but you'll be adorned with them off and on throughout our session. I wasn't sure how or when I would use the spreader bar but I'm glad I got it out. Our guests will be arriving shortly and this will ensure the availability of some of your parts you might wish they wouldn't touch. It will be awkward for them to have you over their laps when they spank you so you can bend over and put your hands on the chair like you did last time."
He allayed only a small part of her fears when he assured her the two men would only spank her with their hands. The implements on the table were for his use exclusively. That was not a large consolation. She already knew how well he used the paddle and from Sally's descriptions, he was equally adept with the other tools.
She jumped at the knock on the door. He told her to put her hands back on her head and pull her elbows back to show off her new jewelry and make her way to the chair. By the time she maneuvered herself to her assigned location the men were there to watch her traverse the last few feet. She didn't appreciate their encouragement or their comments to each other about the gyrations she performed. Her pride was gone and she closed her eyes in shame as they did more than feel the resiliency of her bottom. They were playing a game by closing their eyes and describing what they felt. Their explorations went from her feet to her hands on her head but most of the time was spent on certain areas in between both front and back. She winced when they found the clamps and twisted them slightly and was shamed when they discovered her wetness. It was a fun game for the observer and two of the three participants. Needless to say, they didn't care what her opinion was and she didn't dare express it.
The chair had been moved away to give them room to move about her and when they had their fill of playing with their humiliated toy she was required to do her embarrassing parody of walking till she was where she could bend over and rest her hands on it. She wondered what she must look like with her rear end sticking out and her most private parts displayed as a result of the bar keeping her legs wide apart. To the others in the room she looked lovely and they told her so. It was not the time or place for her to fully appreciate a compliment like that. Rather than giving her two spankings it was decided one would be sufficient but they would do it together. Since the gardener was left-handed and the chauffeur right-handed it worked out nicely. Each took the side that used his preferred hand to best advantage and they took turns slapping her. She was a well-spanked girl when they stopped. A last requirement was for her to thank them for adding to her punishment.
At last she was alone with just the one man who mattered most. This was not the man who was her teacher, mentor, strict parent figure and lover. The only roles that really fit at that moment were those of a master and his slave and he had already shown he had no intention of being gentle with her. The first order of business was to remove the bar between her ankles. She was glad to have some freedom of movement again and flexed her legs. Next to come off were the little clamps. She was more than happy to get rid of them until the blood rushed back into the squeezed areas and a different kind of pain came with it. She wanted to rub them to relieve the discomfort but her hands were still atop her head and she had not been given leave to move them so the best she could do was try and wriggle her chest. He liked watching that and did the soothing rubbing himself. She would've liked it if he chose to do the same sort of action on her very sore bottom but in her heart she knew there would be nothing done to relieve any pain back there for quite a while. She also knew that she would think back wistfully on the spankings she received at the hands of others before all he planned for this visit was completed.
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