by F.E.  Campbell

Originally published in Bound To Please, Vol.  4, No.  8

Scanned by EKrayon and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: F/f, bdsm, cuffs, whip, cane, training, reluct, X

Paula stood.  Her feet were well braced against what might still come.  Her bottom was still scalding from the cane.  She held her strapped hands in front of her above her crotch.  Her chin was lifted in obedience to Helga's command.

"I want you at attention.  You will not move."

"Yes, Mistress."

"How's that pretty ass?"

"It hurts...  a lot."

"So it should.  A wrong move or a wrong word, and it will hurt more."

"Yes, Mistress.  Thank you."

"I do adore you like that: your pose, that lovely voice saying the right words.  I shouldn't tell you, but why not!  When I've broken you completely, you'll have learned what pleases me.  You'll always please me, won't you, Paula?"

"Yes, Mistress, always."

"You're a lying little bitch.  I've heard those words a hundred times.  Yet, here again today...  sulky as hell...  impertinent."

"I'm sorry, Mistress—really."

"Your little ass said that, not you.  There's rebellion in you still."

"Please, Mistress, I'm trying.  I don't want to be whipped any more."

"But there's the point: You're trying because you don't want to be whipped.  Some way I have to get you to where you try because you adore me."

"But, Mistress, if you didn't whip me so much—"

"That was a protest.  Turn around and bend over."

"There!  Three strokes on your wealed rump.  Any more protests?"

"No, Mistress.  I'm sorry.  Gee, that hurt!"

"Resume pose.  Stand straight, chin up."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You're going to stand there like that the rest of the day.  How do you like that for a punishment?"

"I hate it, Mistress—but thank you."

"You'll get tired.  You'll be tempted to break the pose.  You'll think maybe you can sit for a few minutes while I'm away.  The cruelty of what I've designed for you, dear, is the not knowing.  I may or may not leave the house.  You don't know.  But if I peek in here and find you standing any different from as you are now, you know what will happen."

"Yes, Mistress, you'll whip me."

"That's a good start for your day.  With a burning bottom, the way yours is right now, you should have.no trouble remembering.  Now, do you feel any resentment about your punishment?"

"No, Mistress, I'm grateful."

"What on earth for?"

"For not being whipped any more, Mistress."

"You'll hate this worse.  It's going to be a hard day.  To make it a lot harder and give you something to struggle against, I'm going to fasten your strapped hands at the back of your neck.  I'll have your elbows pointing to the ceiling."

"Must I have that too, Mistress?  It's hard enough to stand."

"Over you go again!  Damn it, girl, I do believe you like getting cut with the crop."

"But, Mistress, I wasn't complaining—honest!"

"What else would you call it?  I got the distinct impression you were not grateful for having your hands strapped behind your neck.  Right?"

"Well...  !"

"Yes, I thought so.  Petulance.  Paula, you're a long way from broken.  Or should I say trained?  Bend over, dear.  Only two strokes this time.  I know I'm pushing you a bit hard.  There...  That one.  And now do keep still...  that one.  My, you mark exquisitely."

"Thank you, Mistress.  They hurt wonderfully.  I'll try and remember.  I mean, about complaining."  Paula's eyes became limpidly innocent.  "Would you like me to put my hands behind my neck now?  You've already got the webbing harness on me."

"Adorable!  When I've got you fully trained...  The first time I saw you, I knew you were the right material—well worth the cost of kidnapping.  By the way, how long has it been?"

"Five weeks, Mistress.  There, have I got my arms, right?  It's so hard with strapped hands.  Oops!  Oh, Mistress, that wasn't a complaint."

"Okay, no punishment for that one.  I'll do the rest for you with the straps.  I know it's not easy, and I do want you tight and strained."

"Thank you, Mistress.  And that's a lovely idea with a band below my breasts.  It keeps my wrists bound both ways.  And I will stand still, I promise."

"How do you feel about a gag, dear?"

"A gag!  For me?  But I won't have anyone to talk to anyway!"

"I know that.  I'm just being mean.  But it would save you saying the wrong thing in those times I come to visit.  Asking to let loose is not allowed, and I know you.  You'd probably have to bend over half a dozen times, and your seat's well laced already."

"I promise I'll try and keep quiet.  But, of course, if you really want to gag me, if it would give you pleasure—"

"Yes, dear?"

"Well, then I'd love to be gagged."

"That was the right answer.  You're starting your day well, Paula.  But I do believe I ought to gag you — for protection against your own tongue.  You're going to feel sorry for yourself after the first hour."

"I'm sure I deserve it, Mistress."

"Hmmmmm...  !"