Chapter 5. Painful submission
"Don?" Jayne's companion looked up, "Is it true you will get tired of me if I
don't let you have sex with me in all manner of different ways?"
"Wow! What a question. I bet that came from Donna."
"Yes, she said you two did it in every hole in every room in every position and
if I just lay down and let you have me in the same way each time, you would tire
of me."
"Jayne dear, there is a great deal of difference between you and Donna. Donna
has only one thing on her mind all he time. Sex, sex and more sex. I think she
exaggerated what we did although I did fuck her in each of her holes. We did
also do it in various ways. That doesn't mean I would tire of you for only doing
it one way although I hope you will be open to trying more than one position for
your own enjoyment."
Jayne was silent for a long while. "Don?"
"Yes?"
"You know I sort of enjoy being submissive?" Again Don affirmed the comment and
waited to hear what she was going to suggest. "Well, when we are alone and
relatively idle like now, would you treat me like a harem slave? Force me to do
things I wouldn't normally agree to doing. Punish me if I don't do them."
"What like stripping you down and hanging you by your ankles and flogging you
until you bleed and then raping your arsehole?"
"I don't believe you would go as far as that. I don't think you would do
anything that would really harm me."
Don hugged and kissed her. "You're right, but I do like to be dominant and I
would like to spank or even use a tawse of belt on your bum now and again. And
yes, there are times when I would like to fuck your arse and have you suck me
off. Do you think it is worth giving it a trial?"
"Yes, perhaps when we are being as it were, normal, we could address each other
as Don and Jayne as we do now, but when we go into master and slave mode, I
should call you Sir, and you call me Miss. In that mode I would have to submit
to your whims or be punished."
"You know Miss, that was a terrible thing you did to Donna. She's in
considerable pain because of it." Don immediately went into Master mode.
"I'm sorry Sir, I thought that it was for the best."
"You could have offered them your own body but instead you chose to humiliate
the girl. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"Yes, Sir." Jayne spoke quietly wondering how far Don would go. "What should I
do to make up for it?"
"I would have thought the least you could do was to take a similar punishment
yourself Miss. A good hard thrashing should help to take a little of the guilt
away. Do you wish me to take on that task?"
Uncertainly Jayne agreed, wondering now if she could really trust him, after all
they only met socially a few days ago. Would he be able to control himself once
he started to hit her. She would soon find out. She had agreed to be his slave."
"Strip," ordered Don. That was no problem, although she remembered Ben and Peter
had only removed Donna's trousers and underwear. "Stand and face that wall and
reflect on the punishment you are going to receive and why you are receiving
it." While Jayne faced the wall like a naughty girl, Don cleared the table of
books and papers and then went into the bedroom and retrieved the ropes that had
originally tied her to the bed. "Over the table," came the crisp command.
Jayne lay along the table and allowed her master to tie each wrist to a table
leg. "Please don't hurt me too much, Sir," she pleaded.
"I shall punish you just as hard as I think is necessary to ensure this doesn't
happen again. A token spanking will not do you any good at all Girl, only a good
strapping such as poor Donna had will do." Before fastening her ankles Don
placed a pillow under her abdomen. He massaged her arse for a few minutes. "Does
that feel nice Miss?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well next time my hands feel your bum, they won't feel nice. They will hurt and
there is nothing you can do about it." Although she tried to control it, Jayne
began to shake a little with fear, telling herself Don would not really harm
her. Now though she had doubts. Was he play acting? Was some hidden sadistic
personality coming out? Don left the room and returned with a crepe bandage.
Knotting it several times in the centre he pushed the knot in Jayne's mouth and
tied the ends around her head.
"Maybe you thought you could scream for help. Try it and see." She did but only
muffled gurgles came forth. Jayne was worried now. She knew he was going to hurt
her if he needed to use a gag.
Don rubbed and squeezed her arse again and ran his finger in her crack. It came
out red. "Damn, you've started your period Miss. Still that won't stop your
thrashing. It will just mean losing another of your virginities. Instead of
fucking your cunt, it will be your arse." Leaving the room again Don returned
with a heavy leather tawse and showed it to the now tearful victim. In his mind
he debated how far he could go with this 'punishment'. He knew she had been
punished before with a belt but this tawse was a much more fearsome weapon. "But
if I only give her a few strokes with it and she objects and refuses to try it
again, I will never know if she could have taken a full correctional punishment.
The times I've used it before didn't do any harm but I never get to doing it
properly," Don told himself. To Jayne he said, "This is an old leather tawse
they used in Borstal Correctional Institutions many years ago. I bought it at a
car boot sale from the wife of a deceased warder. I've kept it well oiled with
neatsfoot oil and have used it on one or two bums before but only for a few
strokes. This time I want to try it to near its full potential. Again it will be
used as an instrument of punishment." Don grinned as he cracked the leather on
the table top alongside Jayne. Something inside his mind told him he was going
too far, but he ignored it. The sound made hime jump and he knew he wouldn't
really be able to lay it on this young girl in the proper correctional way.
After all the Borstal was for boy offenders. However he kept up the pretense to
Jayne. "You wanted to be a slave girl, now you are helpless and ready to take
whatever I like to dish out." Crying now, Jayne tried to plead with him but no
words came. She struggled but there was no way she could free herself.
CRACK!! The first stroke came crashing down on her bare arse. A feeble attempt
at a scream came through her gag. Her arse was on fire. Her father's belt was
nothing compared to this. Don's eyes glowed at sight of the livid welt. His mind
slipped and the arse he saw in front of him was no longer of a girl he was very
fond of. It was the arse of a miscreant. An arse that needed punishing.
Severely. CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! The tawse came down at
about ten second intervals although the force was not as hard as the first,
nevertheless Jayne thought she could never stand the pain. It was horrendous.
Why had she allowed this man to completely dominate her like this? She didn't
really need to be punished.
It was several minutes before she realised Don had put the tawse down and was
massaging her bum flesh again. He could feel the heat and hoped some would find
its way to her sex. He'd calmed down a little but was still in slave master
mode. "Well my little slave miss, I can either fuck your bloody cunny or your
arse. Seeing you are in no position to object, I think I will try the arse," he
said. Don left his girlfriend and went to the bathroom returning with a tube of
cream which he spread liberally over the overheated flesh and then into her anal
opening.
"No, no, no," Jayne tried to cry out but nothing but mumbling came from behind
the gag. The cream on her bum was soothing the soreness a little but she didn't
find his finger entering her hole at all comfortable and was frightened at the
thought of how painful his much larger prick might be. From her reading she knew
that some girls did like it in that hole but she had never met anyone who would
admit to it. Then she felt it. His cock head was pushing at her entrance. She
closed her muscles. The cock moved away. She breathed a sigh of relief until Don
picked up the tawse again and stood in front of her, his prick almost touching
her face.
"How many more strokes of this tawse will it take before you try and open
yourself to me?" he asked. Jayne couldn't answer. "If I lay it on from this
position the tongues will find their way into both your holes my dear. That
could be extremely painful. Do you want me to try?" Jayne shook her head, no.
"Well I will just do it once for now and then we will see if you open up your
arsehole ready to take me in. If you don't try and open, then I'll give you
another ten, and try again." Bringing the tawse down smartly but without undue
force, he noticed how Jayne bucked violently in her bonds and guessed it was
very painful. "You know what you have to do. Press down as though you are
opening your bowels, which you are."
There was no real choice and Jayne knew it. As he probed her entrance so she
tried to open herself to him. It was painful especially as her arse muscles
cried out when she did so. This time Don got the head of his cock inside and
soon after felt her passage ease and the rest of his manhood followed. When his
pubic hair hit Jayne's arse she bucked a bit with the pain of the contact but
then quietened. Don's hands now encompassed her thighs and his fingers played
with her clit in an effort to arouse her. For a minute of two his cock was
still, buried deep in the poor girls rectum. Slowly he withdrew and pushed in
again, this time using his hands to pull himself on the front of her thighs. All
the time he fingered her clit. Slowly a spark of excitement flared in her.
Gradually Don picked up speed with his thrusting until he was fucking her hard.
It hurt Jayne but she felt pleasure too. The finger tormenting her clit and cunt
were sending waves of desire into her body. Don could feel her trying to push
into him as far as her bonds allowed. He felt her climax and tried to hold back
his own but it was a forlorn hope. Shortly after he plunged in for the final
time and loosed his sperm deep into her bowels.
Looking at the ravaged girl, his mind returning to normal, he knew he had gone
too far for this first attempt. Would it be the last attempt? "Jayne," he said
quietly, "You did very well sweetheart. I will release you in a few minutes
after I have put some cold towels on your bum to try and take some of the fire
away." Ten minutes later she was free. Don helped her stand and move to the bed
where her laid her face down.
"Did I go too far?"
"Yes, you bastard, yes, you did." I wasn't very often that Jayne swore. "I never
expected such a horrific thrashing."
"Sorry Jayne, but I needed to know how far you could go. Tomorrow we will go
through what I did and where you got pleasure and where it was sheer horror, so
that I will know how far to go in the future."
"Maybe," Jayne countered, and to herself she added, "If there is a future." Don
put his arms around her and cuddled her body close to his. Again she felt
childlike and safe but her mind was still very unsure about her future. "I
believe he lost it for a while," she told herself over and over again.
Don soon fell asleep but Jayne lay awake for a long while and when she did doze
it was only for short periods. The pain in her arse was too great to sleep. A
little after three o'clock in the morning she got up and went to the bathroom to
apply more cream. Twisting her body she looked horrified at the tender purple
flesh. Tenderly and carefully she touched it and winced with pain. "Was it worth
it?" she thought to herself. She took a couple of Ibuprofen tablets and applied
the cream before returning to bed without waking Don and drifted into a light
sleep.
Don woke her when he got up. Although he seemed very concerned at the state of
her arse and apologised profusely for what he had done, Jayne was still
undecided as to whether she would stay or not. She didn't tell him though, she
let him think she was with him permanently and might forgive his behaviour. For
the first time he brought her breakfast in bed but laughed when she couldn't sit
to eat it properly. That decided her.
"I've got an early class this morning and my apology should be printed today so
I must go, I'll call by the lab and tell them you are not well but may come in
later. If I don't see you I'll come home at lunch time." Don kissed her and
left. Jayne puzzled over this strange mixture of concern and sadism.
