The Training of Scarlet Worthy (17 page)

She bent over and whispered in my ear. “Me too.” She kissed my cheek.

“So what can Scarlet Worthy expect from her Mistress?” She asked the question as if addressing a scholarly book club. “Certainly honesty, integrity, dependability, and self-control? If I am not of that character, at the very least, then you should leave my service. Beyond that? Well, let us, you and me, let’s see where this journey takes us.”

“Now what about Scarlet? What will I expect from her? She paused and without warning she spanked by bottom four times.”

“Owww,” I cried. What did I do?”

She placed her lips next to my ear. “Nothing dear, I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention. Hold on darling, I believe I can help you see a little better. I don’t want you to miss the fun of what’s going to happening to you.”

Escape was futile. I was securely restrained at my neck and wrists by the pillory. My position in the stocks was strangely comfortable. My weight was actually supported well. It was merely difficult to hold my head up for any length of time to see. I was completely bent over at the waist and my forward hips flush against the padded arch bar.

“I like you pretty bottom Scarlet, it’s perfect – its round, and tight and pure white. It’s flawless like a blank canvas. And I like to spank my slaves. No reason other than its fun for me to watch them squirm.” She was working with my ponytail as if braiding it in some manner.

Soon my head began to rise. Little by little the image in the forward mirrors became clear. I could see what she had done. My hair had been braided to nylon twine, the twine split in two, and the two ends of the twine she had tied to the arch bar. My head was elevated and secured in place so I could easily watch my fate.

The first four spanks didn’t hurt as much as they surprised me. I guessed that was her plan. It got my attention, and now I was alert and staring at myself.

“Some of my slaves purr during a sensual spanking Scarlet - some scream. Will
you
purr or will
you
scream? Let’s find out. I will spank you to punctuate several basic terms that will be in the slave Agreement. The one that you will sign tomorrow. I want your verbal agreement now. I think now is better than tomorrow in front of a hundred people. I’m sure you agree.”

A hundred people,
I Thought.
I’ll be mortified, I can’t be exposed to a hundred….

My thoughts were interrupted by the first smack of her hand on my ass.

“Number One, the slave will obey her Mistress at all times and she will wholeheartedly seek her Mistress’s comfort, pleasure and well-being,
that
above all other considerations. Do you understand and accept this Scarlet?”

“Yes, My Lady”. I squeaked. The spank was harder than the first four. This one stung like a handful of bees.

One by one she issued a list of subordinate contract items, each item preceded by a spank, after which she waited until I had collected myself enough to confirm my agreement by answering in the affirmative.

“The slave agrees that she shall derive her pleasures from accepting her part in the relationship described in the contract document, and that the slave will gladly accept the pleasures the Mistress provides. Let me emphasize Scarlet –
Cheerfully accept
. I will not tolerate a sullen attitude from you. You may ask Cook about that kind of poor behavior. I’m sure she will gasp at the memory of what I call a
quarantine
.”

My Lady continued with her list.

“The slave, will strive diligently to re-mold her body, habits, and attitudes in accordance with her Mistress’s desires, and she further agrees to change the slave's actions and speech to express the slave's changed habits and attitudes.”

“Yes, My Lady.” With each slap I became less able to resist.

“The slave renounces all rights to privacy or concealment from her Mistress. The slave will answer truthfully and completely, any and all questions the Mistress may ask of the slave.”

“Yes My Lady.” Tears formed in my eyes.

“The slave understands and agrees that any failure by the slave to comply fully with the Mistress’s desires shall be regarded as sufficient cause for any punishment the Mistress deems appropriate.

“Yes, yes I understand My Lady.” My bottom stung. I could not escape the spankings.

“The slave unconditionally accepts the Mistress’s right to do anything the Mistress may choose to do with the slave, whether as punishment, for the her amusement, or for whatever purpose she desires, no matter how painful, unpleasant, or uncomfortable to the slave.”

There was what I thought to be the final smack. She walked to the front to face me. She stooped down in a crouch to be eye level with me. She took my face in her hands. She was smiling. Her legs were spread wide and I could see inside the wet pink lips of her exposed pussy. She was confident in her exposure, and she was turned on from spanking me.

“You okay little one?” she asked quietly.

“Yes My Lady.” I whimpered.

“Good Scarlet, because I want you to feel how you can drift blissfully into the pleasure of an erotic spanking. At first you won’t believe me, you won’t believe that you will find bliss. Don’t worry I’ll take you there.”

She kissed me, stood, and I watched her take her position by my rear.

The first smack was almost gentle, as if she was being playful. Each additional spank became more intense. One by one her hand picked up speed and intensity. I felt a few drops of perspiration at my hairline, my head began to jerk and recoil with each blow.

By the tenth spank the slaps were painful. I began to cringe and plead for her to give mercy. She ignored me and continued relentlessly.

“Please stop Mistress.” I begged. “It hurts so much, please anything, I’ll do anything please stop.” I was thrashing in my bonds, unable to escape the unrelenting barrage.

Suddenly I felt a warm numbness in my bottom. I knew my cheeks must be bright red. I didn’t care. I started to float. The slaps were somehow distant now, and more a stimulation. I arched my back to meet the blows. I was groaning and purring. My sounds were guttural and primitive. I started to growl. I loved the feeling. I wanted more.

“Yes, yes, spank me Mistress. Harder, harder….” I screamed the words over and over. My face was pulled back and I threw my head recklessly from side to side.

“Spank me, spank me harder, oh yes spank my ass, please spank my ass, yes, yes, oh yes, fuck, fuck, please harder, harder ….” I was floating on a cloud. Somewhere near me, this strange woman’s voice was hollering and cursing…..

Her slaps became slower, gentler. My breathing went from heavy laboring to a steady state purring. I started to hum a dreamy sound. My eyes were closed. I was smiling.

She let me hang in my bondage for a few moments. I started to look around. Where am I?

My Lady sensed my return from floating.

“You okay little one?”

I just nodded my head and gave her the biggest smile I could. She stood in front of me and allowed me to kiss her stomach while she undid my hair. She unlatched the stocks and I was permitted to stand. We embraced and she stroked my back and comforted me. I was in an endorphin high and giddy-happy.

“Can we do it again?” I giggled.

“No more for today sweet Scarlet. I don’t want your perfect little alabaster ass all pink and red for tomorrow.”

She had gotten some water while I was coming down from my cloud.

“Here Scarlet, drink up. An erotic spanking may dehydrate you.” She kissed me deeply. I purred at the taste of her. She held my face in her hands. I drank from her cup.

“What do you say Scarlet?”

“Thank you My Lady, oh thank you. That was wonderful.”

“So we found that you’re both a screamer and a purring pussy.” She reached between my legs. I closed my legs to capture her hand.

“Let go of your grasp Slave,” She scolded my insolent self-indulgence.

“I want to touch my pussy.”

She gently stroked my wet pussy. The tingle was beginning, and the sweet burning of my cheeks mixed with her fingers on my pussy lips was a powerful combination.

“One import rule, one that I did not cover in the highlight rules.” She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to her. Her body pressed against mine.

“This pussy belongs to me. You are not to touch it other than to bathe it. I’ll know if you disobey me Scarlet, and I’ll punish you severely if you do. The spanking you just received is play. Touching
my
pussy or having an unapproved orgasm is forbidden. I will grant you the freedom to ask me for permission to climax or to sleep with someone, but asking is not approving. If I deny it, there will be no pouting. Do you understand?” She yanked on my hair hard enough that I winced in pain.

“Yes My Lady. I understand. “
Your
pussy” is now on fire. May I please come now?”

“No.” She stopped touching me, and flashing a wicked smile of control; she took my hand and led me out of the Reflection Theater.

The afternoon was slipping into evening. My Lady was thinking of her dinner meeting with the Judge. She took me to her private bath and allowed that I should shower quickly so that we would have time for me to explore my new residence. The shower was refreshing I closed my eyes, I permitted myself to daydream about the day’s events as the warm water massaged my body. I washed my pussy, being careful to stick to hygiene and not wander past the prohibition placed upon its use by the new owner. The forced self-control only added to the eroticism. My Lady’s pussy was swollen with desire.

My skin was soft and almost hairless. It felt good to be bald down there. I toweled off and stepped to the door. I remembered the intercom. “I’m finished My Lady.” I spoke it into the air and her voice came right back.

“Wrap your hair in a towel sweetie, there’s a terry robe for you in the sitting room outside the bath. Get comfortable Scarlet. I’ll be right there.”

I did as instructed and settled into a couch in the sitting room. I was considering if my new position as personal slave included the work of managing the Estate.
Was there enough time to do both? Is it possible that slave status is better than my job? And what about the $850,000. Did I get to keep that salary?

I had a lot of questions and I wasn’t sure how to ask my new Mistress. I could ask if I was permitted to ask. Suddenly the whole conversation that I was having with myself seem funny to me in a bizarre way and I giggled. This has to be the first time in history where a slave is wondering if she should hit her Mistress up for over a half million dollar pay increase. I smirked at the absurdity, but I was serious and I would ask about the money.

Lady Julia stepped into the room. She was wearing a matching terry robe with the Manor Crest next to the left lapel like mine. She smiled and held out her hand, motioning for me to take it and follow her. She was on the phone.

“Well why don’t you come over tonight Peg, I’d love to see you and you can spend the night. It’ll save you from coming early tomorrow, and I could use your support arranging the ceremony. You’ll get to meet Scarlet.”

I presumed she was talking to her friend and neighbor Lady Elizabeth “Peg” Bradstreet. Now I know at least one guest that will be at my collaring. I had heard many stories about Lady Peg Bradstreet and all of them painted her as a fun loving sort, and of good humor. Her Estate rivaled that of Brighten and My Lady and Peg were the best of friends.

“No, that’s not a problem, bring BB with you. She and Scarlet can get acquainted and she can stay the night as well. I think BB will be great support for Scarlet – after all at the end of the day tomorrow they will have something special in common.”

Lady Julia led me to a door on the far side of the sitting room. She continued her conversation.

“How long have you had BB? I forget. Has it been five years? It has, my heavens how time flies. Please come over tonight Peg. It would mean a lot to me, and I’d like to see BB too. Great, thanks Peg. I have a dinner thing here with a new Judge. You understand, I need to get him off on the right foot. Come over after that. If he’s still here I’ll introduce you too. You never know when you need one more judge in your pocket.”

She laughed, and she listened while Peg added her own comment about the judge’s visit. I could hear laughter on both ends of the call. My Lady said good bye and hung up the phone.

“Now where were we little Scarlet? Right, I remember. I’m going to show you around your new quarters.” She opened the door.

“I’m sure you’ll find it adequate. My memory is that the suite is three thousand square feet, so you’ll have all the room you’ll need. This door connects you and I so there should be very little traffic pattern. There is a front door, much like mine. The workmen will attach the address and your name to the door tomorrow morning.”

I had been blown away by the cottage, but the suite was simply over the top by comparison. Where the cottage was fieldstone and thatch, and touched with an old world tapestry brush. The suite was fresh and bright with modern colors of muted pastels and abstract paintings, lots of light, mirrored walls here and there that made and already large space seem gigantic.

The furnishing were straight out of the most exquisite design houses and clearly put together by a skilled design team. If I had stepped into the suite a month prior, I would have placed the value at well over two million dollars. I looked at My Lady. Once again her generosity was astonishing. This time I didn’t have to ask if it was all mine as I had with the office and the cottage. I knew that this time, that this poor farm girl from Nebraska was to be the only occupant. I did what seemed so natural for me to do. I fell to my knees before her and looked up at her with humble gratitude.

She held out her hand before me and I took it. I closed my eyes and reverently kissed it. Neither of us spoke. It was unnecessary. She motioned with her other hand for me to rise. I did as instructed.

“Come Sweetie, let’s explore your new home.” She took my hand.