The Single Tail of
Mistress Kim:
The Personal Trainer
By Master Coe
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CHAPTER ONE
A Messy Roommate
Amber walks up to her apartment door. She can hear loud music coming from behind her door. She shakes her head in disbelief. She can’t believe her roommate is playing music this loud and this late. They have already been warned by the manager once this month about the noise.
She turns the key and opens the door. She hurries into the apartment and quickly closes the door behind her. The beat of the music is almost too much for her to bear. The apartment is a mess. Dirty dishes aren’t just in the sink, but on the coffee table in the living room.
Amber walks over to her bedroom. The music gets louder as she approaches the door. The door is slightly adjured. Through the crack in the door she can see her twenty two year old roommate Cassie jumping around signing out of tune to the CD player. Cassie is wearing only a baby doll tee and smiley face cotton panties.
Cassie is unaware that Amber is watching her through the doorway. Cassie wiggles her bottom and rocks out wildly. Amber has had enough. She drops her jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
Amber walks over to Cassie and grabs her by her left arm. She raises Cassie’s arm so high over her head, Cassie has to stand on her tip toes. Without saying a word Amber starts spanking Cassie’s ass as hard and fast as she can.
Cassie tries her best to protect herself with her free hand. She’s no match for her older roommate. No matter where Cassie moves her hand, Amber’s hand seems to find another unprotected spot on her bottom or legs.
All Cassie can do is plea through the fury of Amber’s hand. “Please stop. Why are you doing this?”
Cassie’s pretence at being ignorant of her offenses angers Amber and driver her to spank the offending bottom even harder. “How dare you even pretend to be so ignorant? Not only are you disturbing our neighbors you haven’t done one thing all day long. Since you like dancing so much I’m going to make sure you have a good and long dance tonight.”
With one forceful movement she yanks her victim’s panties down to her knees. Cassie’s dance becomes even more frantic as Amber’s hand turns her bright pink ass bright red. The first five spanks leave Amber’s hand prints imprinted on her bare ass.
Amber struggles to keep her panties from falling below her knees. She knows that once they fall below her knees she will not be able to keep them on. She knows it’s just a matter of time before her Mistress strips her of them all together anyways.
Through the sounds of Cassie’s spanking and over the blaring CD player, Amber barks out orders. “When I let your sorry ass go I want you to turn this fucking music off and get out of these panties. You will have two minutes to make the bed.”
Amber finishes up with a final hard and furious volley which causes Cassie to start crying. She releases her grip and Cassie immediately grabs her ass and starts a wild spanking dance.
Amber grabs her by her hair. “You have two minutes.” Amber releases Cassie’s hair and leaves the room. A few seconds later Amber can hear the music abruptly stops.
Exactly two minutes later Amber reenters the room t find a frantic Cassie just completing making up the bed. Cassie is bottomless with only her baby doll tee on.
Cassie jumps up as she hears her Mistress enter the room. She gets weak in the knees when she sees the spreader bar and thick leather barbers razor strap in her hands.
Amber points to the bad and orders “Get that rag you call a tee shirt off. Get your ass up on the bed on your back with your knees to your chest and your legs spread apart.”
Without saying a word Cassie removes her baby doll tee. She climbs up on the bed and lies down as instructed. She clinches her baby doll tee as she follows her Mistress with her eyes as she walks over to the bed.
Amber places the barbers strap on the bed next to Cassie’s head. She spreads Cassie’s legs apart. She secures the ends of the spreader bars to her ankles. She pulls Cassie’s arms up and brings them between her legs and cuffs each of her wrists to the middle of the spreader bar.
Amber yanks the tee shirt out of Cassie’s hands. “You will not need this for the rest of the evening.” She drops the tee shirt to the floor.
Amber lifts up Cassie’s legs by the spreader bar. She now has a clear view of her target area. Amber isn’t sure what she liked the best about this view point.
Amber has a clear view of Cassie’s clean shaven pussy and her firm breast, and hard nipples. Or maybe it’s the way Cassie’s eye tracks and flow her hand as she moves the razor strap past her face.
Cassie braced herself as best she could as the whistling sound of the strap races down towards her fully exposed and helpless ass. Cassie cries out in pain and anguish as the first stoke lands full force across her ass. “Ouch! Please Mistress!”
Cassie tries to wiggle her hips in vein to dodge the multitude of strokes that followed. Amber didn’t say a word. She concentrated her efforts on insuring each stroke delivered its full effectiveness. She ignores Cassie’s pleas for mercy.
Amber is sure to takes her time between strikes. Each stroke echoes off the walls and seem to drown out Cassie’s screams. Cassie’s screams turn to unintelligible pleas.
Amber begins to lecture her captive audience of one, “We’re not finished here by a long shot. This strapping is just the beginning. I’m going to make sure you learn once and for all that I will not tolerate your messiness any longer. Do you understand me?”
Cassie can barely get her response out, “Yes ma’am.”
Amber releases the spreader bar and tosses the razor strap on the bed next to Cassie’s head. Cassie wiggles and struggles against her restraints in vein.
Amber warns her unruly victim. “You had better settle down or I’ll give you even more reason to struggle and cry.”
Cassie does her best to hold still and stop crying.
Amber repositions Cassie on the bed. “I’m going to let you spend the rest of the night like this. I want to make sure this part of your lesson sinks in.”
Amber starts to undress and get herself ready for bed. She continues, “I’m too tiered to deal with you tonight. We will continue this in the morning.”
The Sleeping Guard
The searchlight from a security supervisor’s patrol unit shines on a guard shack. The light searches the surrounding area, but fails to find the guard assigned to the post. The patrol unit pulls into an empty parking stall where the guard shack can be viewed without being seen and turns out its lights. Corporal Smith sits in his unit and waits for the guard to return.
An hour and a half later Corporal Smith looks up as he hears the door to a vacant office open. He sees Christine, the security guard coming out off the office followed by a male figure he doesn’t recognize. Christine kisses the man and walks over to the guard shack, without noticing Corporal Smith’s patrol unit.
Corporal Smith watches from his unit as Christine makes her log entries. He is about to get out of his unit as he notices her turn out the light in her guard shack and lean back in her chair and put her feet up. He decides to wait a few moments.
After about ten minutes Corporal Smith gets out of his unit and walks up to the guard shack. He opens the door and startles Christine, who is napping in her chair.
Corporal Smith closes the door, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Christine stands up and moves out of his way as he walks over to the log book. There is something about his salt and pepper hair and his strong features that make him very sexy to her. Christine has always been attracted to older men.
She catches herself as she’s drifting into a fantasy about Corporal Smith. “I wasn’t sleeping. You just scared me a bit when you came in. I guess I didn’t hear you drive up.”
Corporal Smith flips through the log book. “According to your last entry you did a walk through of the offices and it took about twenty minutes.”
Christine defends herself, “That also includes a walk through of the parking lot.”
“The reason you didn’t hear me pull up is because I’ve been here for almost two hours. I waited an hour and a half only to see you coming out of an office. What were you doing in there and who was the guy with you?”
Christine is speechless. She tries to say something, but can’t get the words to come out.
Corporal Smith continues, “It doesn’t matter. I was coming down to speak with you about your last physical fitness test. You didn’t pass and I was going to offer you the chance to retake the test, but now I think it’s better if I just let you go. You just don’t seem to be working out.”
A look of panic washes over Christine’s face. “Oh no, please I need this job. I’ll do whatever it takes to pass the physical fitness exam.”
“It’s not only the exam. I just saw you come out of an office with a man. You were in there for at least an hour and a half. I can’t have that.”
Christine starts to tear up, “I really need this job. It allows me to go to college during the day. We were just studying. I have an exam after spring break. If you give me one more chance I promise it will not happen again.”
“I don’t know. I can let you retake the exam, that’s no problem. But I can’t tolerate you forging the logs and abandoning your post for any reason.”
Christine pleads, “Please I’ll do anything. I’ll take any punishment you want. I can’t loose this job.”
Corporal Smith thinks for a moment. “If I give you another chance things are going to be different.”
“Yes of course, anything you say.”
“Hear me out before you agree. To begin with I’m going to sign you up with a very strict personal trainer. I will personally take charge of your discipline for your current misdeed and any future misconduct. I believe in corporal punishment and I’ll use that and other techniques in any conduct I deem you need correction or instructions in. Is that clear?”
Christine takes a deep breath, “Yes sir.”
“Good, I believe in taking matters into hand without delay. Since you spent so much time in that office, we’ll go over there to inspect the office and I’ll begin your punishment there.”
Without saying another word and before Christine can respond, Corporal Smith takes her by the arm and drags her out of the office and across the parking lot. He takes the keys from her belt loop and opens the office door.
The office is completely empty except for two chairs and a desk. He pulls her into the office and closes the door behind them and locks it.
He escorts her to the middle of the room and leaves her there as he walks over and has a seat behind the desk. “Remove all of your clothing and place them neatly in the corner. Every time you disrespect your position you will be stripped of your uniform for your punishment. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir,” Christine is becoming wet as she undresses. She has always fantasized about begin controlled by Corporal Smith. Christine has secretly been a submissive all of her life. She is excited to finally have a chance to live out her fantasy.
It takes everything she has to contain her excitement. No matter what Corporal Smith has planned for her will be an answer to her dreams. She doesn’t see this as a punishment. She takes her place in the middle of the room. She doesn’t bother to cover up. This is her chance, she wants him to see every inch of her and to use her as he sees fit.
Corporal Smith points to the other chair in the room, “Move that chair to the center of the room, then stand directly in front of it with your hands at your side.”
“Yes sir,” Christine does as instructed. She then stands motionless in front of the chair awaiting his next command.”
Corporal Smith walks over and sits in the chair. He takes Christine by her hand and guides her over his lap. He’s surprised with the lack of resistance. He expected her to put up some sort of fight or protest.
As he’s adjusting her across his lap his hand slips between her thighs. His thumb slide into her wet slit. He’s surprised to see how wet she has become in anticipation. He can feel her vaginal walls contract against his intruding thumb.
He holds her securely in place and brings his hand down with authority across her exposed bottom. “If you think this is going to be fun, then you are mistaken. This is a punishment. You can believe me that I will punish your ass good, before we leave here tonight.” He continues spanking her without pausing as he speaks to her.
Christine’s bottom begins to warm up quickly under his skilled hand. This is nothing like she had imagined, it was better. The blend of sensations that come from surrendering complete control and from the spanking itself was almost more then she can endure.
Christine can only move her hips to the rhythm of her spanking. The rest of her body has been rendered immobile. Her ass is bright red. The heat from her ass warms the bottom of Corporal Smith’s hand.
The sound of his hand smacking against her bouncing ass is music to Christine’s ears as it echo off the walls. She can feel tears swelling up in her eyes. At first she tries to fight it. She grips the legs of the chair and tenses up. This only causes Corporal Smith to increase his intensity.
She finally gives in and starts crying aloud like the naughty girl that she knows she is. She has never been so embarrassed and yet relieved at the same time.
Corporal Smith moves his assault to the backs of her thighs. “You deserve this spanking. I will repeat it as many times as necessary. Is that clear?”
What Christine meant to say was yes sir, but what she says is, “Yes Master.” Her heart nearly stopped. She can’t believe she actually said that. She thinks to herself that maybe he didn’t hear her, that maybe he was so getting off on having a naked girl across his lap that he wasn’t paying attention to what actually came out of her mouth.
No such luck, he heard every word. “I’m not your Master.” He stops spanking her and releases his grip on her.
She slides off his lap and onto the floor at his feet. She’s crying uncontrollably, but not because of the pain. She is too embarrassed to even notice the fire in her ass.
He reaches down and strokes her hair. “Sit up and kneel in front of me.”
Christine does as instructed. She can’t bring herself to look at him. She keeps her head downward.
He places his hand gently under her chin and lifts her head. “A Master slave relationship is a serious matter which requires a lot of thought. If after you return from your fitness training you wish to give yourself to me then I would be more then pleased to take you on as my slave.”
“I don’t need that long to think about it. I know now Master, I want nothing more then to serve and to please you.”
“How long would it take for you to move from your apartment to my house?”
“I stay at the dorm Master. I’m staying with friends over the spring break. I can move in tomorrow.”
“We’ll move you in over the weekend and after you get back I will begin your formal training.”
Christine face lights up as she smiles through her tears, “Yes Master.”
Corporal Smith takes out his business card and writes his home number on the back of it. “Get dressed and go back to your post.” He hands her the card. “Call me at two o’clock in the evening sharp.”
“Yes Master.”
Good Morning Cassie
Cassie has a restless night. Not only is her bottom on fire and she has no way of soothing it, but she’s in a very uncomfortable position. Halfway through the night her Mistress turned her over so she’s face down with her bottom sticking up in the air fully exposed. The butt-plug her Mistress inserted in her ass an hour ago is beginning to take its toll on her.
Amber awakens to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She takes her time in getting up and dressed. Cassie let out a soft sigh of relief mixed with a moan from the pain as the butt plug was abruptly removed from deep inside of her.
Amber spreads Cassie’s ass cheeks apart allowing the cool air to rush inside of her. “You’re getting lazy. You’re out of shape. I’m sending you to a trainer to get you back into shape. Maybe she can help you get motivated again.”
Cassie doesn’t like the sound of what she just heard, but she also knows there is only one answer she can give, “Yes Mistress.”
“I’m going to call and set your training sessions. When I come back we are going to discuss your past and future behavior.” Amber starts walking out of the room.
“Yes Mistress.”
Minutes seemed to pass like hours. Amber’s joints were cramped. She has been tied up all night before, bit never with a butt plug or after a strapping. After about fifteen minutes Cassie hears her Mistress returning. She tries to angel her head to get a better view, but can’t see her Mistress or make out what she’s holding in her hand.
Without warning Amber gives Cassie two swift and hard smacks across her ass with a solid wooden bath brush. Cassie lunges forward as much as her restraints will allow and let’s out a pain driven yelp.
Amber orders “Stick that ass up for me and hold it steady.”
Cassie complies just in time for another series of strokes from the bath brush. Cassie does her best not to cry out. She wants to take her punishment with as little resistance as possible. She knows she deserves every stroke.
Amber uses a slow but steady pace to insure that Cassie absorbs every stroke. “Monday morning you start your training. This weekend you are going to clean this house from top to bottom. If I catch you lagging your ass will pay the price.” Amber moves her attention to Cassie’s legs. “Do you understand me?”
Cassie can no longer control herself. Her tender thighs covered with red brush marks in no time. Through her tears Cassie answers, “Yes Mistress, I understand.”
Amber puts down the bath brush. She spreads Cassie’s thighs exposing her dripping wet pussy. Cassie gasps with an unexpected pleasure as a well lubricated strap on dildo slide inside her. Cassie’s voice quivers as her Mistress gently makes love to her. Her vaginal walls contract against the dildo.
Amber speaks in a soft voice, “Although it will not be all work and punishment. I plan to reward you when you earn a reward and use you for my pleasure. However …” Cassie is caught off guard as Amber slides the dildo out of her pussy and into her unsuspecting asshole. “If you become a pain in my ass, I’ll become a pain in your ass.”
Cassie starts to cum as the dildo slides steadily in and out o her butt hole. She curls her toes and clinches her fists as she braces against her restraints.
Amber continues, “The way we spend this weekend is up to you.” She pulls the dildo out of Cassie’s ass hole. “It depends on you. It can be filled with punishment and chores or filled with pleasure and fun.”
Belinda’s Dilemma
Belinda is a very athletic trainer at Mistress Kim’s gym and physical fitness training camp. She has short brown spiked hair and is wearing a form fitting one piece workout suit. The gym is closed. Everyone has gone home, except for Mistress Kim who is in her office on the phone.
Belinda can see her through the window to her office. She keeps a watchful eye on her Mistress. She was asked to stay after work. She uses the time she’s has to do a final walk through and check the gym’s equipment.
Mistress Kim comes out of her office and walks over to Belinda. She’s wearing her trademark form fitting black leather bodysuit and black leather high heel boot. She has a long single tail leather whip coiled up and hanging from her waist. She has a pair of leather ankle and wrist suspension cuffs.
Mistress Kim gives Belinda a quick look over. “Get undressed and come with me.”
“Mistress …” Belinda is surprised by her Mistress request. She knows better then to keep her Mistress waiting, “Yes Mistress.”
Belinda quickly gets undressed. She folds up her clothing and places them on one of the workout benches. She’s completely nude with the exception of her stainless steal collar, which only her Mistress may remove.
Mistress Kim hands Belinda the cuffs she has in her hands. “Put these on.”
Belinda takes the cuffs from her Mistress, “Yes Mistress.” She quickly puts the cuffs on her ankles and wrists.
Mistress Kim puts her finger through the loop on Belinda’s collar and leads her to one of the workout aerobic rooms. She walks Belinda over to the center of the room.
Mistress Kim orders Belinda, “Spread your legs and hold your arms out over your head. I want you to look like a starfish.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Mistress Kim lowers a suspension bar from the ceiling. She attaches Belinda wrist to it and raises Belinda about two feet off the ground.
Mistress Kim walks over to Belinda and stands about four feet in front of her and uncurls her single tail whip. “I was just on the phone with the husband of one of your clients. Julie had to go to the emergency room. You overworked her and tore some ligaments. You failed to inform me that a client was injured. Why is that?”
“I didn’t think it was serious Mistress.”
“What is our policy?”
“The policy is to inform you immediately when a client is injured at the gym or during a private session, Mistress.”
“If you were anyone else I would fire you. You are my pet, my right hand and I depend on you. I expected more. I’m very disappointed with you.”
Belinda pleas not for mercy, but because she has displeased her Mistress, “Forgive me Mistress. I never meant to displease you.”
Mistress Kim gives her single tail a few flicks so to gage her rang, “I will forgive you, but not right now.” She unleashes the first strike which lands just above Belinda’s bikini line.
Belinda’s involuntary reaction to the first strike causes her to pull up on the suspension bar and bring her knees temporarily to her chest. She quickly brings her legs back down and spreads her legs holding them out as far apart as she can. Belinda would never deny her Mistress access to any part of her body.
Mistress Kim unleashes a second strike of her whip. The whip’s tip lands smack in the middle of her breasts. Mistress Kim is pleased. Her whip leaves a red mark from between her breasts almost to her belly button. Belinda flinches a little but manages to hold her position.
Mistress Kim takes her time taunting her dangling pet. She slowly circles around to behind Belinda. As tempted as Belinda is to follow her Mistress with her eyes, she’s too well trained and doesn’t move.
The tip of Mistress Kim’s whip unfurls across Belinda’s back. Belinda tenses up for a brief moment. Before she can fully recover a second stoke lands almost in the exact same place. Belinda lets out a deep moan.
Mistress Kim cracks the tip of her whip across Belinda’s firm ass checks. “I don’t like having to do this to you.”
“I’ve failed you my Mistress. I deserve whatever punishment you see fit. I will do whatever is required for to regain your favor my Mistress.”
Mistress Kim walks up behind Belinda and speaks softly to her. “You have not lost my favor my pet. It’s not you who has failed me. I’ve failed you by not properly training you.” She kisses Belinda on the small of her back. “I promise you my pet; I will correct my failing in your training.”
Belinda responds, “Thank you Mistress for caring about me.”
“Don’t thank me just yet my pet.” Mistress Kim walks back to her previous location and releases another stroke of her whip across Belinda’s backside.
In a slow but steady pace Mistress Kim worked her way completely around Belinda, until her entire body is covered with red strips. Throughout the entire ordeal Belinda does her best to please her Mistress by enduring her punishment for the entire fifteen minutes without loosing her composure.
Belinda’s glistening and stripped body hangs limp and her Mistress coils her whip. Mistress Kim instructs Belinda as she puts her whip away. “You are going to spend this weekend rescheduling all of your appointments for the next month. I’ll have the other trainers handle your clients until you return from my physical training camp. Our clients trust us not to hurt them during their workout.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I have some paperwork to complete for our insurance company. I’m going to leave you here to think about how lucky we are that your client wasn’t seriously hurt.” Mistress Kim pauses for a moment. “I’m not upset that a client was injured. We all make mistakes, but when you cover up those mistakes you make me question your integrity.”
A lethargic Belinda replies, “Forgive me Mistress. I will never with hold information or anything else from you again.”
Mistress Kim looks at her pet serenely for a moment and then turns and exits the room.
CHAPTER TWO
To Belinda’s Shame
Mistress Kim is sitting behind her desk in her office at her training ranch. She’s reviewing the files of the girls who will be joining her training camp this week. She pauses briefly and sighs when she comes to the file she created for Belinda. She stacks the folders in a neat pile with Belinda’s folder on top.
Mistress Kim presses her intercom button. “Rachel, escort Belinda to my office.”
Rachel’s voice comes back over the intercom, “Yes Mistress. I’ll go fetch her right away.”
A few moments later Mistress Kim hears a knock at her door, “Enter.”
Rachel, dressed in a form fitting scarlet latex mini dress, enters Mistress Kim’s office with Belinda tethered and in tow by a leash attached to Belinda’s collar. Belinda is completely nude except for her collar.
Rachel escorts Belinda to the center of the office and positions her facing Mistress Kim. “The others are beginning to arrive, Mistress.”
Mistress Kim looks up, “Very well. Have the Masters and Mistresses leave their submissive trainees in the holding area. Have Sheila escort them to the banquet room for refreshments. Let them know that I will be joining them after I check in the trainees.”
“Yes Mistress.” She releases the leach and begins to leave the room.
Mistress Kim adds, “If any of them are collared make sure their Masters and Mistresses remove before they leave.”
“Yes Mistress. Will there be anything else?”
“Not at this moment.”
“Thank you Mistress.” Rachel turns and exits the office.
After Rachel closes the door Mistress Kim stands up and walks over to Belinda. Without saying a word she inserts a key into the small lock which secures Belinda’s chrome plated collar around her neck.
Belinda begins to tremble and cry, “No Mistress, please. Please Mistress I will do whatever is required, please don’t release me.”
“I’m not releasing you. But you will have to earn back the right to wear my collar again.”
Belinda is heart broken. “Yes Mistress.” Her lips quiver as the words part from her mouth.
Mistress Kim walks over to a closet and opens it. She places the collar on the shelf in the closet. She removes a black sheer see through dress and pair of black flat shoes.
Mistress Kim walks over and drapes the dress across the back of a chair in front of her desk. She places the shoes on the floor next to the chair. She walks over to her bathroom attached to her office and returns a few minutes later with a bowl of warm water, a straight razor, razor strap and all necessary shaving gear on a chrome push cart.
Belinda drops to her knees. Folds her hands and pleads with her Mistress. “Oh no, please Mistress not that too. I couldn’t bare it if you did that Mistress.” Belinda’s pubic area has been custom trimmed by Mistress Kim herself. A straight razor could only mean one thing; Mistress was going to shave her pubic area clean.
Mistress Kim orders her back to her feet. “Stand up and be quiet. Spread your legs as far as they will go and place your hands out to your side with your palms up.”
Belinda slowly rises to her feet and does as she’s told.
Mistress Kim continues as she applies the warm shaving cream to Belinda’s pubic area. “Do you think I enjoy doing this? You are my pet. All of the other girls look up to you. I trust you. Until I say otherwise you will stay clean shaven. Is that clear?”
Belinda starts to cry even harder as she watches her Mistress sharpen the razor on the worn leather razor strap. “Yes Mistress.”
Mistress Kim doesn’t say another word. She spreads Belinda’s legs a little further back and starts to shave her clean. She hated to see her pet so dishearten, but she also knew she had to go through with the retraining.
Mistress Kim pats Belinda’s pussy dry with a white cotton towel. She inspects Belinda to insure she didn’t miss a spot. She hands the towel to Belinda. “Dry your eye. We will have no more crying. What’s done is done. It’s now up to you to earn my favor back.”
Belinda takes the towel and dries her eyes. “Yes Mistress. I promise you Mistress I will earn your favor back.”
Mistress Kim walks over to the chair and picks up the black dress and shoes. She takes them over to Belinda. “Put this on. You and the other wear these unless you are working out, sleeping or other wise instructed.”
“Yes Mistress.” Belinda takes the dress and shoes from her Mistress and gets dressed. The dress is very loose fitting low cut. Her firm breast peaks out as she moves. The hem of the dress barely covers the bottom of her checks. The silhouette of her tight body can clearly be seen through the thin material.
Mistress Kim gives Belinda a quick inspection. She walks over to the intercom, “Rachel could you step into my office please?”
Rachel’s voice responds over the intercom, “Yes Mistress.” A few moments later Rachel knocks at the door.
Mistress Kim sits behind her desk, “Enter.”
Rachel enters, “Yes Mistress.”
Mistress Kim looks up towards Rachel. “Have this novice escorted over with the others. Make sure they are all dressed in the appropriate attire.”
Belinda wants to break down, but she manages to hold it together.
Rachel responds, “Yes Mistress.” She escorts Belinda out of Mistress Kim’s office.
Mistress Kim sits back in her desk. She picks up the stack of files and places them into a brief case next to her desk.
The Arrivals
Mistress Kim walks into the waiting room where Belinda and about a dozen other novice submissive trainees are waiting. Belinda stands at attention as her Mistress enters. The other novice stay seated and leaning against the wall. They track Mistress Kim with their eyes as she makes her way towards the center of the room.
Mistress Kim looks them over, “Everybody on your feet and line up. Everyone stand next to a duffle bag that’s on the floor.”
The girls scramble to get in line. They are unorganized and many of the girls choose the same bag and have to wonder around looking for a vacant spot next to a duffle bag.
Mistress Kim shakes her head and sighs, “Inside of the duffle bags are your uniforms. You will only wear the clothing we give you. I need everyone to remove all of your clothing and fold them in a neat pile in front of you.”
The girls do as they are instructed. Some are a bit reluctant at first, but everyone undresses as instructed. Everyone except for Christine, that is. Christine looks around and folds her arms in defiance.
Mistress Kim looks over at Christine, “Excuse me. Is there a problem?”
Christine replies in a snotty tone, “There’s nothing wrong, but there is no way I’m going to undress in front of all these people for your jollies.”
Mistress Kim can’t believe what she’s hearing. “You have until everyone gets undressed or I’ll have it done for you. If that happens you will be sorry.”
Christine defiantly holds her ground. Mistress Kim signals Rachel, who exits the room and returns with Tammy, another one of Mistress Kim’s assistants. They stand by the door awaiting instructions from Mistress Kim.
The other girls are completely undressed and are standing back in line. All of the girls, except for Belinda, use their hands to cover them selves.
Christine takes a defensive stance as Rachel and Tammy advance towards her. Tammy circles around behind Christine and grabs her by placing her arms under Christine’s arm and raising them up over her head. Christine struggles and tries to fight Tammy off. Tammy grabs Christine’s hands and locks them behind her head.
Christine kicks wildly and shouts as Rachel approaches her. “Get the fuck away from me you fucking bitches. When I agreed to come here I didn’t agree to this shit.”
Mistress Kim responds, “When you signed the agreement to take part in this fitness camp you agreed to exactly this shit. In fact you agreed that I and my staff may punish you anyway we see fit and at anytime.”
Before Christine can respond Rachel grabs her waist band and unfasten her pants. She grips Christine’s panties by the waist band and pulls her pants and panties off in one motion. Christine’s shoes come off as her pant legs catch on them. She throws her pants and panties to the ground.
Christine twists her legs around to cover her now very exposed private area. Rachel isn’t done with the uncooperative girl yet. She grabs the top of Christine’s blouse and rips it open. Buttons fall to the ground as they are ripped from her blouse.
Tammy turns Christine around and bending her over face down. She pulls Christine’s blouse and bra off over her head before securing her in position. Christine is worn out from struggling. She’s no match for Tammy.
Tammy kneels down behind Christine and removes her socks. She then spread Christine’s legs apart as wide as she can get them and holds them in place.
Mistress Kim walks around so that Christine can see her and the cherry wood paddle she’s carrying. She pulls Christine’s head up by her hair. “I use this paddle as a warning to naughty girls such as your self. Hopefully you will learn to mind after this paddling.”
Christine is fuming mad. “Get these fucking cunts off me you stupid whore.”
Mistress Kim walks around behind Christine. “Pay attention ladies. Her ass is about to pay the price. Maybe yours will not have to.” She pulls back her hand and let the first swat go full force. The force of the swat lifts Christine to her toes and causes her to scream.
“You fucking bitch, you had best let me go!” Christine struggles in vein to break herself free.
The other girls cringe as the sound of the paddle meeting Christine’s ass echoes throughout the room. They can’t believe their eyes. Most of the girls there have never had a paddling let alone a spanking before in their lives.
Christine’s foul mouth is only making Mistress Kim angry. “How dare you cuss me.” She brings the next swat down even harder and followed it up with four additional rapid fire swats. If you ever speak to me or anyone like this again this paddle will be the least of your worries. Do you understand me?”
Christine is defiant to the end as she struggles to wiggle her ass away from that wicked paddle. “Fuck you, fuck you bitch.”
Mistress Kim gives Christine ten additional swats with the paddle. Each stroke causes Christine to scream even louder. Christine used each breath to cuss Mistress Kim and the girls holding her in position.
Mistress Kim lays down her paddle and inspects her handy work. She pulls Christine’s ass cheeks apart slightly.
Christine becomes embarrassed and starts crying uncontrollably as Mistress Kim pulls her dripping wet vaginal walls apart. She can feel her thick juices clinging to her as the cool air rushes inside of her. She can feel everyone’s eyes on her. Now everyone can see how much she actually craves the paddle and to be punished for her bratty behavior.
Mistress Kim walks over to a corner and comes back with a large black duffle bag. “It looks like Christine is going to be my first example.”
The room is silent except for the sniffling Christine as Mistress Kim unpacks. Cassie eyes widen as Mistress Kim removes two stainless steel “J” shaped hooks, one slightly smaller then the other. Cassie has never seen anything like them before. She blushes as she imagines what they are used for.
Christine puts up a struggle as Mistress Kim uses a small piece of braided rope to tie her hands securely behind her back. She’s no match for Mistress Kim’s experience with unruly bratty subs.
Mistress Kim braids another piece of rope into Christine’s hair into a pony tail. The ends of the rope dangle across her raw bottom.
Cassie’s jaw drops as she watches Mistress Kim lube up the hook end of the larger “J” hook. Christine tries her best to break free as Mistress Kim slides the hook deep inside her ass. Cassie can feel herself getting wet as she watches Christine’s punishment.
Mistress Kim runs the rope dangling from Christine’s hair through the eye loop on the end of the hook and pulls it tight. She pulls until Christine’s head is slightly tilted back. Christine is too embarrassed to verbally object anymore.
Mistress Kim tests the rope for tightness and to make sure it’s securely fastened to the hook and Christine’s hair. “Let her up.” Christine springs up as she’s released. The hook quickly reminds her of it’s presence as it rises deeper into her ass hole.
Christine moans deeply and eases herself to her feet. “Get this fucking thing out of me.”
Mistress Kim places her hand behind Christine’s head and forces it slightly forward forcing the hook even deeper in her inside of her victim. “I can see now that you are going to be my problem child. I’m going to show you how I handle my problem children.” Mistress Kim leads Christine back into line.
Once Christine is standing in place, Mistress Kim reaches down and tugs at Christine’s pubic hair. “By the end of the day I want every pussy in here bald.” Mistress Kim turns towards Rachel. “Get the straight razor and shave this bush. Tammy, get the training collars.”
As Tammy and Rachel leave Mistress Kim address the novice. “I was going to have you change into your workout clothes, but because of the fuse we had here everyone is going to do your fitness testing in the nude.”