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Master and Jerry had both finished and Master showed Jerry how the arms slid out from the upper cross pillar section. Even slid out four feet from the cross bar, six and a half feet of the piece still held it rigidly in place. Master unfolded the eye so he could fasten Lisa to the bar. Lisa looked so lovely stretched taut for Master, I kissed her. When Jerry fastened Reneé the same way, she pleaded for permission to cum. What a good slave she was. Jerry gave her permission, like a good Master. She was going to be punished. Orgasms were good before punishment. Janet was astonished Reneé had to cum merely from being tied. Not me. It wouldn't take much for me to cum either. If Master fastened me up, I'd probably orgasm like a moaning bitch.
Master addressed himself to Reneé.
"Jerry told me he's spanked you a few times, but he said he's gone easy on you. I think he should spank you like he would normally, so you can establish some soft and hard limits for any discipline you require. That he should use a paddle if he intends to ever paddle you and a whip if he ever intends to whip you. I offered to show him how to begin. He spanked Lisa briefly when her slavery began, but it was a while back and he hasn't done it regularly. You can establish your own limits with hand spankings, but I wanted to show him the paddle and whip. Do you agree to be paddled and whipped?"
"Yes, Master Scott; I do agree."
"Jerry will be doing you after I demonstrate the techniques on Lisa. Do you have a safe word established yet?"
"I haven't felt the need to establish one yet, Master Scott. Jerry has been a very good and kind Master. Mostly we've had sex. Lots and lots of sex. I haven't had a need to stop him from having sex with me."
Master laughed, as did I. I never wanted to stop having sex either.
"Well, if he's going to start punishing you on a regular basis, you should have a safe word. A lot of people use yellow to slow things down or lower intensity and red to stop them."
"Why would she need to be punished?" Janet asked me.
"I'm punished for orgasming without Master's permission, or for losing focus on giving others pleasure when I cum. It could be any number of things determined by the parties involved. We have an acquaintance called Slut who enjoys being punished. I'm sure there are many things she does specifically to anger her Mistress so she can be punished. Master has punished me a couple times at my request and once because he wanted to."
"You asked to be punished? Do you enjoy pain? Are you a masochist?"
"I can't say I enjoy pain. I don't get off on toothaches, or hangnails, or accidentally cutting myself. But there is something sensuous to being punished by my Master; to feel his hand smacking my ass. As Master told you when he warned you of what you'd witness today; the punishment is usually a prelude to sex. Mind-blowing sex. The pain is an anticipation to the pleasure. I feel all the tension of the day leaving my body. It's almost relaxing. It's hard to explain, but I enjoy it immensely. I envy them. I want what they'll soon be having; their Master's cock up their hot, moist cunts or asses."
Since Janet didn't ask another question immediately, letting my answer percolate through her consciousness, I tuned into what Master was saying again. This time he was talking to Jerry. "...because she's already had an orgasm, it's good, you might be able to start immediately, but it might be good to give Reneé another first, as she's never experienced this particular pain before. You'll notice the handle is phallic shaped, and it does a dandy job, or you can use your fingers, or since Julia is currently available, you might use her agile little tongue."
Please, Jerry, let me use my tongue on your delicious slave, I thought. I haven't tasted her juices yet.
"I'll use my fingers," he said. I took a deep breath.
"Julia, why don't you give Lisa two quick orgasms with your mouth. She hasn't cum yet. You may cum without permission, slave."
"Thank you, Master," we both said at once and I laughed again.
So while Jerry finger fucked his slave to a screaming orgasm, I did the same to Lisa with my mouth. The first one took almost no time at all. My tongue barely rasped over her protuberant clit and she spasmed, sending a spate of her fluids onto my tongue, warm and salty. The second one took slightly longer, but Lisa was worked up in anticipation and I was becoming quite good at giving her pleasure. She climaxed again shortly after Reneé did and with as much noise. When I finished, I glanced at Janet to see what she thought of our little performance. I don't believe she was conscious of what she was doing, but her hand was rubbing lightly on the outside of her suit over her pussy. She saw where I was looking, realized what she was doing and hastily pulled her hand away. Poor woman. She didn't realize how freeing it was to finally surrender to her sexuality. I backed away from Lisa; she'd had her two orgasms.
Master continued with his explanation. "Jerry, 'The Enforcer' stings like a bitch. I suggest you hit yourself on the leg a few times to get a feeling for how much it hurts. You need to understand how painful it is. You will not strike Reneé with anything like full force. When you have struck yourself as hard as you feel you can stand, it gives you a starting point for how hard you might paddle Reneé's bottom. I'll generally give my slaves another orgasm about halfway through their spanking of thirty strokes. Somewhere about fifteen or twenty strokes. I'll demonstrate on Lisa."
Master hit his own thigh until he found the force he was willing to use, then began spanking Lisa's delectable ass. Lisa gasped with the first one, as we usually did because the sting was so sudden, but quieted down as she grew accustomed to it. As he swatted her bottom; slow, deliberate strokes, he continued speaking.
"It's important to keep an eye on your slave. It's okay if she cries, or screams suddenly, or her body wriggles, but pay attention. You never want to strike her so hard she's forced to use her safe word. You can slow down, speed up, cut back the force, but never increase it from what you started off with. Her bottom is becoming increasingly inflamed and sore, and a blow of exactly the same force will hurt proportionately more than the last one. It's also a good idea to keep moving the location from side to side and up and down."
Of course, as he was speaking, he was also demonstrating and Lisa's backside was turning a familiar shade of red. Both Jerry and Reneé were watching intently, as was Janet. Lisa's moans were as much of pleasure as they were pain. Master stopped after twenty and fucked her with the handle of the Enforcer. Lisa screamed through another orgasm. When she did, Reneé quickly begged Jerry for permission to cum as well and given permission, climaxed merely from watching. She was going to be a very good slave. She might as well bond to Jerry now rather than wait a month.
Janet watched with wide eyes as both slaves climaxed. Master finished the paddling and left a panting Lisa hanging while he handed the Enforcer to Jerry to start on Reneé. While Jerry began by testing it out on himself as Master suggested, I asked Janet if she wanted to touch Lisa's ass to feel how warm it was.
"May I?" She asked.
"Of course. You should understand completely if you want to watch."
She reached out and put four fingers lightly on Lisa's red bottom, lowering them to the palm, her hand spread over Lisa's cheek. Lisa whimpered.
Janet snatched her hand away, thinking she'd somehow hurt her.
"That was a whimper of pleasure, not pain," I said, and she tentatively put her hand back to feel it again. "Put your hand on her back or thigh so you can feel the difference in temperature between the spanked and unspanked parts," I suggested. Janet slid her hand down Lisa's ass to her thigh and back up, noting the temperature difference. Reneé's spanking was starting, but we ignored it for the moment.
"It's amazing," she whispered, "the difference."
"Yes. When I'm spanked on the ass, the heat seems to spread from my bottom to my pussy as if the heat spreads. My cunt feels as warm as my buttocks do. Master loves to fuck us afterward, to feel the heat of our bottoms and cunt after a spanking. Do you want to cum again?" I ask Lisa.
"Please, yes," she answers.
"Ask Master for permission."
"Master, your slave begs for permission to cum again," Lisa pleads.
"Julia, take care of it for me," Master said, still monitoring Reneé's punishment.
"Do you want to do it," I ask Janet, "make her cum?"
"No, I couldn't."
She doesn't yet understand the needs of slaves, or she might not be so hesitant to grant a poor slave relief. I push three fingers into Lisa's cunt and she orgasmed, moaning. When her climax ends, I lick the renewed fluids from her cunt and my fingers. We both turn our attention to the other slave.
Reneé is dancing at the end of her tether. She's crying softly, but she's not used her safe word. Master suggests another orgasm might be in order at this point. Jerry stops her spanking and uses the handle to bring her off. She surrenders to a gasping, moaning, powerful orgasm that ripples through her body for several minutes. Oh, how I envy her. I would give anything to be hanging in her place. Janet is so surprised by the pleasure Reneé is undergoing. She can't understand it. I'm not. How can you explain the close association of sensual pain to sexual pleasure if you've never experienced it yourself?
Jerry finished Reneé's paddling. There was a smile on her face. She was limp, not from exhaustion, but from her ecstasy. Cum was dripping down her leg. Jerry collected it on his finger and licked it off.
Master picked up the whip and showed it to Reneé.
"Reneé, once again I'll ask you for your permission. I'm going to show Jerry how to use the whip on you. After I'm done demonstrating this whip on Lisa, he's going to use it on you; on your back, your legs, your buttocks, your stomach, your breasts and your cunt. We won't do anything to your face, nor your neck because it's too close to your face. I'll be monitoring you and Jerry. Do you give your permission for him to whip you?"
"Yes, Master Scott."
"Is there any part of your body you'd prefer not to be whipped."
"I'd like to try everything at least once, sir" she said breathlessly, realizing she was giving permission for her Master to lash her tender young nipples and juicy cunt. I could almost feel the strands myself and I gave a quick exhalation to think of it, the proud buds, the soft folds.
"Pay attention, Jerry," Master said. "This is important. Once again, test this on yourself before you strike your slave." He struck his leg several times until he was satisfied. "Normally, I'd reduce the strength of my blows on Lisa's buttocks because she's just had a paddling and they would still be tender, but she's had some time since her bottom was paddled and you can see, the red is already fading." Master stroked Lisa's ass, making her moan again. "Therefore, I'll hit her as hard as I just hit myself. I'll use the same force on her back and her legs as I do her bottom. I'll do the first fifteen to her backside, then give her another orgasm before proceeding to whip her front. The nice thing about the whip compared to all other forms of punishment I'm familiar with is almost the entire body is available to be struck. Thirty lashes with the whip can be well spread over Lisa's body without concentrating on one particular area. In my mind, it makes it easier to tolerate on the whole."
Master proceeded to demonstrate, the lash striking first just over Lisa's buttocks, the next one on the backs of her thighs, the third on her reddened butt cheeks. Lisa remained silent but for soft whimpers. He finished the first fifteen and finger fucked Lisa to another orgasm. She was thrusting her hips against Master's hand in a most salacious and lustful manner and watching her, I ached to finger myself to orgasm. Apparently, Janet had the same idea, but she wasn't restrained by a Master's command that a slave's pleasure belonged only to him. She was idly rubbing herself again, not even conscious of it until she saw me watching her. She pulled her hand away guiltily and hastily.
I said something to her. "If you want to touch yourself, go ahead. No one here will think less of you and the slaves completely understand," I whispered. After, she let her hand drift back to her swimsuit and allowed herself to touch her pussy, though I'm sure she would have preferred to dip under her suit as opposed to over it.
Master had turned Lisa so she now faced the others, her front now exposed to his whip.
"As a general rule of thumb, I assume my slaves can tolerate about half of what I did to their backs to their bellies. And when I whip their tits or cunt, I cut it by half again what I'll whip their bellies at. Are you ready, Lisa?"
"Yes, Master."
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