House of Slaves

Chapter One …-2

The silence was shorter this time while she tried to gather her distraught emotions, then she finally sputtered, “I-I behaved…badly… and I deserve this.”

“Louder!” Her whole body shook as he shook her head.

“I behaved badly, sir, and I deserve to be punished,” she stated in a louder voice.

“Again. I want Sanders” – the gardener – “to hear you in the shed.”

“I behaved badly, sir,” she shouted this time, “I deserve to be punished!”

“Well, that’s much better, Mrs. Strathorn.”

Alexander let go her hair and backed off, punishing her bottom cheeks again, sending the distraught Sarah into an immediate fit. “Oh, dear god, please!” she finally wailed when she couldn’t take anymore. But the paddle continued to bounce off her writhing derriere. She stamped her feet and cried from her heart, gasping and sobbing, while the paddle’s sustained torment stung her wounded bottom. She only barely remembered that she’d already been punished once this night. Apparently, there was no overt indication, no marks remaining from her scene with Martin Finch, to further damage her standing with her furious husband.

When Alexander finally laid the paddle down, she had only a brief moment to repair.

“Chloe, here!” Alexander ordered.

The dark-haired beauty looked up with surprise, but she did not budge.

“I said come here,” her master snapped again. “Unless you’d like it to be you over the side of the table.”

“No, sir!” she quipped, and she rushed to his side.

“It’s your job to cane your mistress.”

An audible gasp went through the room. “But I—” she stopped.

“Take the cane, Chloe,” he spoke with slow deliberation, “and give your mistress twelve.”

It wasn’t that Chloe hadn’t caned a woman before. On several occasions the older Chloe – a mere twenty-three herself – had caned the younger house staff. In fact, she’d rather enjoyed the experience. But Sarah, the mistress of the house, the woman she’d been taught to honor and respect?

Alexander saw her dilemma and added: “She is no more to me tonight than the lowliest of slaves. You’ll do your duty and do it as you have before.”

“Yes, sir.” Chloe eyed the hurting Sarah with a different disposition now, slowly taking on a haughty authoritarian role she adopted when her master called on her to discipline the other girls. The fact that it was more difficult to reach the proper attitude with a woman she’d been taught to respect did not make it impossible. She had only to think of how many times she wished that she could supplant the languishing tramp that was her master’s wife. Sarah was often aloof, indifferent and certainly ineffectual with her household, as if she didn’t care a wit about her husband’s needs. Chloe knew that she could do a much better job serving Alexander Strathorn, thus in the several moments it took for her to gather up her courage, she managed to take on the nasty sort of emotions required to obey her master’s will.

“I think her fine little arse should face the others, sir,” Chloe looked toward the man with a sweet sneer tugging at her lips. “What do you think?”

“Then do it, Chloe. You’re in charge.”

“Up!” She poked the tip of the cane in Sarah’s side, then immediately changed her mind. “No, I really think you should crawl to the other side of the table.” She looked at Alexander again, just in case she’d gone too far, but he only stared coldheartedly at his faltering wife.

“I said, on your knees!” Chloe laid it on thick now, delivering her first harsh cut against her mistress’s hotly punished bottom.

This time it was Sarah looking toward her husband, hoping he would offer some compassion. But he had no intention of stopping the strumpet’s reign; in fact, on seeing the look in his eyes, Sarah knew he was thoroughly enjoying the process. She slumped to the floor with her only thought being how soon she could end this horrible trial.

“Crawl!” Chloe pointed the cane in the direction she should go. Crawling was next to impossible with her hands still duct taped behind her, but she managed to scoot on her knees the several feet around the table while Chloe rapped her bottom lightly to guide her.

“Up!” the little martinet ordered.

With some struggle, Sarah managed to rise to her feet. Another sharp cut of the cane sent her torso crashing down to the surface of the table.

“Ass high, Mrs. Strathorn! Remember, I am only an extension of your master.”

The little b***h! Sarah found herself thinking so loudly, she was worried that she’d spoken the words aloud. But to get this present travesty over with, she tucked her feet in tight to the table to present her ass in the proper position for caning – something she’d long ago been trained to do.

“Very nice,” Chloe commented in a cruel singsong, just before she reared back with the cane and brought it forward with a sizzling swoosh.

“Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Sarah wailed loudly when the cut landed. With every cut thereafter, she let out another impassioned wail, despite the attempts to stifle her cries. The painful fire on her ass ended only when there were twelve distinct lines cut into her flesh.

“Sir, have I pleased you?” Chloe affected a sort of curtsy as she returned the cane to Alexander.

“Yes, that will do just fine.”

Stripped of her dignity, and humiliated before an audience of her lessers, could be no worse a fate for a female in a house of slaves. Sarah had been dethroned – not that she had properly respected that throne – and was violated, shamed and demeaned. Alexander could think of no better way to punish his recalcitrant wife; Sarah could think of nothing worse.

And Chloe finally had reason to gloat – and a significant wedge she could use to further spoil the once tidy relations between this husband and wife. Her master was good, very good at harboring his secrets. Until that night, Chloe had only a rare glimpse of what must have been a brooding disquiet in the man she adored. It didn’t surprise her though, seeing how his wife was so cavalier in her attentions, when she should have been serving slavishly on her knees.

“Thank you, Chloe, now to bed with you all.” Alexander winked at the girl: her signal to join him later. She was a very happy slave.

With the four moving off elsewhere, Alexander turned to his wife, who was still bending over the kitchen table. He gazed around.

“There ought to be somewhere to chain you for the night,” he mused to himself, although he knew exactly what he intended to do.

“Sir, please, haven’t I suffered enough?”

“No, you haven’t,” terse as ever. “I still don’t have an answer to my original question as to where you spent your evening. You care to comment now?”

She kept her silence, which was enough to have him angrily grabbing her from the table and pushing her into a far cubicle at the back of the kitchen, between the pantry and the laundry. Although it had been several years since she’d been taken down this way, it was not the first time she spent the night in the close confines of that space – nor was she the only one of Alexander’s slaves to be chained there. In fact, a spare collar and leash hung on the wall just for such an occasion, which Alexander quickly put to good use, further shaming his defeated wife. There was a bucket to pee in, a bowl of water and a thin blanket.

Sarah knew the drill. A night on the bare floor was to instill a feeling of humility in an impertinent submissive.

She also knew that when the house awakened in the morning, she’d still be chained there so that everyone would see how much she’d been reduced. It was bound to happen. In fact, she was surprised that she hadn’t slipped up sooner. For the first year after the bloom was off the rose, she had tried to bring back the ardor she felt for her husband – rather her master. But that was difficult to do with Alexander’s mind determinedly focused on acquiring more submissive females. The second year, when all her trying came to nothing, Sarah had slowly withdrawn into her own world and let her husband rule his minions without a word of discontent. In the last year, she’d struck out on her own, tiptoeing at first into a world of her making, then as she gained some confidence, making connections outside Alexander Strathorn’s domain, ignoring life at home. She still worked for her husband as a personal business assistant with a variety of tasks that took her outside the house, where she could interact with the real world. When this started several years before, the experiment had nearly been a disaster. She’d been so sheltered, so carefully controlled by her husband that she hardly knew how to act on her own. She did learn after a few embarrassing baubles. In the last two years she’d had plenty of opportunities to play around…a lot of attention came her way – beautiful, vulnerable and easily led were common judgments made about her character. All that had attracted her husband in the first place, and Martin Finch earlier that night.

Whether or not Alexander Strathorn understood the changes in his wife, he had pretty much let her dalliances outside the house go on under his nose. Because he was so occupied with training his new submissives, Sarah believed he knew very little about her other life, and cared even less about what she was doing. Until now. Until she slipped up and slapped him in the face with the truth.

From here on, she’d have to be more careful.

Sarah settled in on the cold floor, her body aching and tired, her bottom sore as it could possibly be. The blanket was hardly enough to warm her, and the water tasted stale, but she managed nonetheless to drift off to sleep.

***

A knock on Alexander’s door interrupted his reading.

“Yes.”

The door cracked open just a bit. “Did you want to see me, sir?” a demure Chloe poked her head inside.

“Yes, come in.”

The dark-eyed nymph was back to being coyly reserved and faintingly submissive. She skipped to his side, sinking to the carpet beside his reading chair, her body jiggling softly against the small white satin night dress. The neckline of the garment plunged deeply so that Alexander could view with ease the girl’s sensuous breasts. It was short enough, just barely covering her ass when she was standing up straight, so that he’d have no problem finding her s*x when he was ready to use her. The simple nightdress was worn by all of his slaves when they weren’t ordered to be naked. The girl on her knees subtlety grinding her wet privates into her heels beneath her was all a man could want, artfully trained and willing to serve. Alexander could smell the perfume of her s*x, if not actually smell it, imagine it so keenly that he might as well have been bathed in the musky scent. She was ripe for plucking now – the scene with his wife had obviously been an inspiration. He killed two birds in that one move, having both women exactly where he wanted them.

“Sasha will be here shortly,” he told Chloe as he ran his fingers through her short dark hair.

She flinched slightly hearing this. “I see, sir.”

“Watching two women together is one of the reasons I have slaves in the first place,” he hastened to remind her.

Chloe didn’t reply. In fact, another knock at the door saved her from the awkward moment. Seconds later, Sasha joined her sister slave on the floor at her master’s feet. He gazed down, thinking himself a perfectly contented man, albeit a very horny one. His exhilaration seemed to be bouncing off the walls, starting with the humiliation of his impudent wife. The event had been a happy accident and probably long overdue. And now he could enjoy the benefits of the world he’d built around him, knowing the little b***h was safely stored away for the night.

“Let me see you kiss,” he turned his attention to the two lovely maids.

Sasha, the newest of Alexander’s slaves, was a small, slightly plump young woman with breasts that seemed to go on forever, mountains big enough to f**k, to bite, to tease and torture, which was what inspired him to obtain her from the service. Her rounded hips and ass could take quite a beating, and he truly loved her sweet face and dewy brown eyes. Almost instantly the girl had taken a liking to him; he could tell that by the way her huge adoring eyes would covet him every time he walked in a room and found her there. She would bow her head as she’d been taught the first day in his service, but would always steal a glance or two, hoping for some small pittance of attention. He gave his new slaves very little attention in their first weeks, sometimes their first months in his service. They were taught their place, and yet, it seemed from the start that the lovely Slavic slave girl would bend the rules, although not too much.