Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters At Law

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 4

by Lewis Chappelle

The three partners at B, B & B had spent several hours discussing and revising the Twelve Unspoken Character Traits they were looking for in the submissive woman they hired. The original version had originally been developed by Joan their Operations Director some weeks earlier. They liked what they saw of her first draft but wanted to make some changes and add some defining descriptions to the single words she had suggested. At a general business review meeting they came up with a revision of the document that would serve them until someone had a better idea.

Not only would they use the list as a tool to help them recruit new young ladies into the firm but the would use the tool as a performance rating system for the girls that worked for them.

The girls would be rated semi-annually on each of the twelve items on a scale from 1 -10 with a 10 being “outstanding” and a 5 being only “so-so.” A score of 8 was considered “fairly acceptable.”

Girls who received a score of 95 or less would be replaced. Any girl who received a score of 99 to 109 would get a $10,000 bonus and any girl who received a score of 110 to 119 would receive a $20,000 bonus. And if any of them received a perfect score of 120 they would get a $30,00 bonus at the end of the assessment period.

Each of the private secretaries and Joan’s secretary, Maxine, were each be given a copy of the “Traits” document, as it would be called, for their assent.

With that very non-legal recruiting and performance assessment text agreed upon, the men discussed the basic elements of an internal tribunal which would deal with behavior or performance that required improvement or a single incidence of noncompliance. It was decided that John Black would come back at the next meeting with the outline of a proposal.

At the next meeting, the major subject of discussion was the formation of the tribunal system at B, B, and B. John suggested that each partner would be able to call a tribunal session to order after working hours on the first and third Monday of each month, if he had an actionable matter which required disciplinary consideration. It would be up to the partners if Joan and Maxine would be invited to sessions that did not directly involve Maxine.

The founding partners would stand as judge, prosecutor, and sentencing authority. The girl accused would be advised of the specific charges against her and could request a one week delay to prepare her case if she choose. Further, she could choose as her defense counsel either, or both, of the other two private secretaries.

There would be three levels of offense; the first level being the most severe and if there was a guilty plea or if the girl was found guilty, this level would demand the severest level of punishment. There would be no appeals. Due process was intentionally minimal.

Sam was the first to indicate that he had an offense he wanted brought to the attention of the others and the tribunal was brought to order by John one week later.

John outlined the tribunal process. He then ordered Suzie to sit alone at the far end of the large conference table. She was being brought up on charges. The thought of being charged, and possibly punished, unnerved her greatly.

“Before we start,” Suzie stammered, “I want to make a statement, if that’s okay.”

John nodded and told her to keep her comment short and sweet.

Suzie was shaking, but said that she had pledged her body and soul to Sam as his subordinate slave only a week or so prior to the meeting and that if she had done anything, anything at all, to displease her Master, that she was extremely sorry, would have no excuses, would plead guilty, and would throw herself on the mercy of the partnership.

John said, “Suzie, you don’t even want to know why you are being brought up on charges here. Don’t you want to know?”

“Sir, with genuine deference to you all, it really doesn’t matter what fault my Master is accusing me of. If I’ve offended him then I am guilty and I’m more than willing to be punished for my unintentional lapse.”

“Well, Suzie, even if you don’t want to know, the rest of us do want to know, so please tell us, Sam, why is Suzie in the docket tonight?”

“Ladies and gentleman, actually now there are two reasons Suzie is in the dock. First, I had to admonish her to be more elegant in her dress because I felt she was wearing clothes which were way to modest for her position here. As a matter of fact, she was not showing any cleavage at all. Now how do you plead to that charge, Suzie?”

“Guilty as charged, Sir,” Suzie responded smartly.

“I accept your plea. Now the partners will decide on a punishment for this level three offense.”

The men went to an adjoining office and quickly returned a sentence for Suzie’s unsatisfactory behavior.

“Suzie, stand and face your accuser, ”John said. “You have pled guilty to the offense of insufficient elegance. Your punishment is that you will be hand spanked forty times each on your bare ass over the knees of your peer secretaries, right here and now. Ladies take your positions and let the spankings be hard or each of you will be punished as well.”

Suzie lowered her skirt and thong panties to the floor and bent over Abby’s knees gracefully. Abby must have had experience giving hand spankings because Suzie was squirming and wiggling all over the place during her blistering ordeal. Tears swelled in her eyes as she took her position over Ann’s knees. Ann was no slouch either and poor Suzie was in some significant discomfort when the last blow landed.

“Now thank the nice ladies for correcting you, slave girl,” Sam said.

“Thank you ladies, for expending so much energy to correct my poor behavior. I will do my best to be more elegant for my master and all of you in the future. Thank you, sincerely, ladies.”

“Now stand beside me just as you are Suzie. Fold your arms behind you, grab your elbows, and spread your legs, while I explain to everyone why I’m charging you with lacking in one of the other essential traits, that being the trait of discretion.

“I’m sure you recall that I told you when I accepted you as my slave, that you were to be so very careful about revealing our new relationship around here. Well, what did you do tonight? You blabbed your devotion to me right here in front of everyone. You didn’t consult me or even consider that I might not have wanted this news spread around the office. Now, did you, Suzie?”

“No Sir, You are so right. I let me mouth get ahead of my judgment. In my defense, Sir, I’m not ashamed of being your slave but I do admit that I went far beyond the bounds of a good submissive slave and I deserve to be punished severely Sir. I now stand, naked and humbled to await your decision about that punishment.”

“John, here’s what I propose as Susie’s sentence for what I consider a level three offense. Now that she has gone and spilled the beans, Suzie should be tattooed forever with a symbol of her submission and slave status. That tattoo should be placed in the upper portion of her inner left and right thighs very close to her cunt.

“The tattoo symbol itself could be one of three options and we, all five of us in the room, should vote on the option we prefer. Option #1 should be the words “Slave Suzie” on the inside of her right leg and the words “Master Sam” on the inside of her left leg. Option #2 should be the words “Fuck This Slave Here” on both legs with an arrow pointing in the direction of her cunt. Option #3 should be the letters ‘SSS’ meaning Sex Slave Suzie on both legs.

“Unless there are objections, I’ll pass out slips of paper and I expect to get back five ballots indicating which of the three tattoo options each of you wants to see on the inner thighs of this pathetic and willful woman the next time we meet.”

Option #2 got all five votes. The meeting was adjourned. Suzie turned and pressed her aching body into Sam. He acknowledged her and vigorously grabbed her naked ass.

“Let’s go back to my office and finish you off with a proper fuck you slovenly slut,” he said to her. “Leave your dress here on the floor until tomorrow.”

Sam took Suzie home in his car and made her sit bare assed beside of him on the fine leather upholstery of his two seat convertible with her legs spread wide.

“Now, slave, I know you are still wound up and might want to finger yourself when you get into bed tonight but I’m not going to permit that. Keep your hands, and any other implement which you might use to masturbate, away from that still sloppy cunt of yours. And, when you come into work tomorrow, don’t wear any hose or under ware. That stuff would only get in the way when we go to the tattoo guy tomorrow. Understand?”

Sam’s prohibition and specific orders regarding her attire gave poor Suzie the shivers.

“Yes, Master, I do understand. You are my chosen Master, but you are very hard on me Sir.”

“Was I hard enough for you back in the office Slave?”

She realized he had changed the subject and said, “Sir, you are the hardest man I’ve ever had. Please keep it up, Sir.”

Early the next morning Sam busied himself in finding a local tattoo parlor which would give him a private, late evening, appointment.

Zoro, the tattoo guy, met them late after normal hours. Sam described what he wanted and Zoro led them to a private room in the rear of the shop. Zoro was one horny fellow by the time they reach the private room.

“Miss, you will be more comfortable if you disrobe completely,” he said. “The gentleman wants you to be tattooed in a most delicate area of your body and what I do, and how I go about doing it, may cause you to flinch or jump involuntarily. To give you the best artistic work possible, I need to immobilize your lower body to keep you still. Is that alright with you?”

“Whatever it takes,” she responded in an embarrassed tone.

Zoro brought out a large flat board in the shape of a person lying down with their legs spread and laid it on his large tattoo table. The board had straps arrayed at various locations and he tightened the ones at her ankles, knees, upper thighs, and waist to keep her stationary. She felt very vulnerable, which of course she was.

“Now, Miss, given the location of your imminent tattoo’s I’m afraid you might actually leak in sexual arousal and screw up the entire project, so I will need to insert a tampon in yourcunt. You don’t get a say in that, so here goes.”

Suzie thought she would die from the extreme indignity of it all. But, Sam reassured her that she was doing quite well.

“At least he seems to be enjoying all this,” she thought to herself.

Zoro shaved the areas involved and applied an antibacterial agent to assure a sterile surface for his work. Then he sketched out the words and the arrow that he was commissioned to make a permanent part of her inner thighs.

Since the words were intended to be read by a person penetrating her, rather than by her herself, the first letter, the “F,” in fuck, had to be the furtherest away from her cunt and the last letter, the “e.” in here. had to be the closest one to her cunt.

Suzie was a trooper during the actual process but wondered how she was going to pee while the ink was still fresh on her skin. Zoro told her to hold her water for several hours and then to wipe herself with an antibacterial cleansing pad. He put a soft wrap around each thigh to keep her as comfortable as possible but that inhibited her getting a look at the artwork. She was to leave the wrap on for several hours as well.

Sam paid the bill, gave Zoro a generous tip, and gingerly put Suzie in his car for the ride home.

“I’ll be interested to see how that all looks in the morning, so again, my orders are, no hose or under ware, tomorrow slave. Understand?

“Yes, Master, I do understand. I can’t wait to show it all off to you in the morning. And I can’t wait to see if you can follow directions,” she said with a sheepish smirk.

The End of Chapter # 3