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Brookdale Chapter ThirteenCHAPTER THIRTEENWilliam’s enjoyment of the subjection of Julie and Tina was being mirrored in another part of the township of Brookdale where James was continuing to put Becca through her paces.”Six!!” exclaimed James. “I think that your backside will require more than that to display the rosy red of a well strapped bottom. I suggest that twelve will be better, and yes you may count them!!”Becca cringed as James exclaimed. “Yes Master.” She murmured quickly.James stepped to Becca’s left and he swung the strap swiftly up and back, and then brought it down with all the strength of his arm across the relaxed flesh of Becca’s bottom cheeks. It made a sharp cracking sound as it slashed across the centre of Becca’s buttocks and James smiled as he waited for Becca to count.”Did that hurt?” James questioned Becca.Without waiting for Becca to answer, James swung the strap again, hitting the offered buttocks halfway down the lower curve just above where they met with the silky white skin of her upper thighs.”I really enjoy whipping such a succulent piece of arse.” James said, being deliberately crude in his description and he whipped Becca’s rapidly reddening rondures of flesh again, and then again, and again, lashing the strap across the quivering jouncing flesh. It began quickly and went even quicker. Becca grit her teeth against the first cry that formed in her throat as hot pain spread over her proffered buttocks. She spoke the count and turned her head slightly to look at James for his question. The next hit came as she opened her mouth to reply and forced a real yell from her.”Thank you Master.” Becca said in response to his statement. On it went. Becca counted loudly between each strike and was screaming by the end. She truly couldn’t tell if the strap was worse than the cane or not. The cane bit deep and covered a narrow area but the strap as well cut into her though its punishment was broader. It seemed to be heavier as it struck her as wellJames continued until Becca’s buttocks were striped with the twelve rapidly reddening stripes of agony that displayed the effects of punishment and then he paused to take in that luscious sight.All of this she thought as she straightened again, whimpering in pain. “Thank you for correcting this slave Master.” She murmured softly. The entire area from the swell of her cheeks to the tops of her stockings was now a deep scarlet, some areas darker, from overlapping.Becca stood in front of James now with her skirt still up. She did not relish the idea of pulling it down over the burning skin. She sniffled and wiped under her eyes. Desperately she hoped that they would not meet anyone on the way to the restaurant.”You look handsome Master.” She said after a moment. Her lips parted again, as if she was about to say something else but she stopped. Asking if he would enjoy it more if she made him something to eat would be a very transparent way of showing she did not want to go out with her back side so thoroughly punished. With much resignation, Becca lowered her skirt before her Master would have to tell her and stood by to see if he had any other orders before they left.James smiled as he heard Becca’s compliment and his smile grew wider when he considered the discomfort that awaited Becca at the restaurant having to sit on those fiery red buttocks, as she ate her meal.”We will walk into town to the restaurant, but you will ensure that you walk slightly behind me to my left.” James instructed Becca, and he led her from the house and commenced to walk the short distance back into the town.The evening was pleasantly warm with a slight breeze, which Becca felt caressing the petal-like opening of her cunt, her skirt stirring slightly as she walked allowing brief glimpses of her reddened bottom cheeks.Shortly after they left the house, James saw the woman he had encountered earlier walking towards them. She was still dressed in the long black dress that appeared to be one size too small for her full figure. Her hard features were uncompromising, and her eyes glinted, as she saw James and Becca.Becca dreaded the fact that they did indeed come across another person on their walk, let alone that it was the same cruel looking woman as before. “I thought it would not be too long before you had the pleasure of displaying such a tasty morsel around town. Off for some dinner are you?” she questioned James.”Yes,” responded James. I have a table booked at the small Italian restaurant in the High Street.””I congratulate you upon your choice.” The woman replied. “I don’t think we have yet been introduced,” she continued. “James Quentin I understand. I am Denise Houghton and I own the real estate office. I am sorry that I was engaged when you called for the keys to the house, a small domestic problem but the maid soon felt more than the edge of my tongue.”James smiled at the inference of her words. Obviously some poor woman was now feeling the effects of a caning or possibly a whipping, as she reflected on the penalties of being a slave/servant in Brookdale. “Yes, I am James Quentin,” he replied. “And this is Becca Wilson.” gesturing to the figure of Becca standing behind canlı bahis him. “Present!!!” James instructed Becca and, as he waited for her obey his command he said to Denise. “Her bottom has already become acquainted with several of the corrective implements at the house. Perhaps you would care to examine the effects of the strap across her buttocks?”Becca jumped at the order and quickly took position. It would not do to delay under normal circumstances, but in front of another would be unforgivable. Thus with a fresh and deep blush, Becca took the pose, thrusting her breasts out as she clasped her hands to the back of her neck. Her legs spread properly, her gaze remaining directed to the ground while her head remained high.The woman would no doubt take up the invitation to examine her aching backside. This had the effect of a faint trembling through her body as if she were straining under an enormous weight. James’s wording also seemed to declare that her welts were from punishment not just for his pleasure. Becca felt ashamed on top of her myriad other feelings as the woman would know she’d needed correction Eying Becca as if she were a succulent morsel to be devoured, Denise took in her thrusting breasts and the legs apart stance that Becca had adopted. Flipping up the short skirt that barely covered Becca’s flame red bottom, Denise laughed appreciatively when she saw the fiery bands criss-crossing the white flesh displayed before her eyes, enhanced by the frame of the red suspender straps held taut on her thighs.How she managed to hold the position as the woman stepped closer then behind to lift her little skirt was unknown to Becca. She trembled more than ever and was certain her cheeks would burst into flames with the heat of her blush. The woman’s laugh was cold to her ears as she looked over her punished flesh.”I see that she will be somewhat uncomfortable at dinner.” Denise commented. “Remember to ask Lucia for a slave seat, that is if you permit her to sit in your presence. He has several chairs that are used when slaves are allowed to sit in the restaurant, that I think you will find entertaining. Instead of fabric and upholstered seats, these have hard wooden surfaces that are covered by up-turned metal bottle tops designed to torment and aggravate the soft bottoms of slave-girls.” Becca was unable to stop herself from looking up as Denise described a slave chair at the restaurant. She looked to her Master, concerned about the pain that would no doubt cause the welts across her buttocks. Silently she pleaded with him to be merciful, knowing full well that it would be another couple of hours before it wouldn’t hurt to sit, even on a normal chair. Realizing her actions were disobedient, Becca quickly returned her gaze to the ground. Shedidn’t dare speak.Seeing the look of trepidation in Becca’s eyes as she heard the description of the slave chair, James mentally decided that he would ensure that she made its acquaintance at the restaurant. ~ The torment of the bottle tops would be entertaining for him to watch as he enjoyed his meal. ~”Perhaps you would like to join me for a drink at the restaurant later, and you will be able to see the results of the slave chair at first hand.” James suggested to Denise.”That’s very kind of you, James.” Denise replied. “But I will have to decline your invitation as I have an unavoidable chore to complete this evening. One of my maids, Anna, a young chit of girl of 23 is in need of severe correction and I promised myself that she would be the recipient of some severe punishment before the day is out. Although, as an alternative suggestion, as I live only 2 minutes walk from Lucia’s instead of having after dinner drinks at the restaurant, why not join me for a drink at my home.””Most civil of you, Denise.” Responded James. “I am sure that Becca will welcome the opportunity to demonstrate the efficiency of the bottle tops, and also the chance to see how a Mistress deals with those in her charge.””I will expect you between 9.0 and 9.30pm. The house is 27 Bramley Street, just turn left as you come out of Lucia’s and Bramley Street is the second turn on the left.” said Denise and she bid James her farewell, but not before addressing Becca saying “I’ll look forward to seeing you later, my dear.” Her tone of voice dripping with an air of unconcealed menace.James then continued his walk to Lucia’s, his appetite whetted by the prospect of Becca witnessing the maid’s correction after dinner, whilst her own bottom would be still smarting from the effects of the slave chair.The nervous slave had held her position during the entire exchange between the two dominants. Yet she trembled the entire time, Becca did not like this woman. She felt she was very bold in the way she spoke to her Master, but it was more that Denise had been the one to suggest the horrible sounding chair for use, that had Becca wary of the Mistress.Now they were going to visit her home after supper. Becca knew she could say nothing and did not raise her eyes again to show her feelings. Then as the woman spoke to her, Becca could only swallow hard. Her feelings towards Denise quickly changed from dislike to bahis siteleri solely fear of her. She was afraid James would allow the woman to touch her and while it was mostly fear of the cruel woman, it was also something akin possessiveness only reversed. She was her Master’s property; she didn’t want anyone else to touch her, but him. Becca knew this was not her choice but she hoped that if she told him over dinner, he might feelpleased by something like that.On arriving at Lucia’s, James saw that the restaurant contained about twenty tables, most of which were already occupied by diners. As he was escorted to his table for two, James asked the Maitre de, in a voice loud enough to be heard by his fellow customers to have one of the seats replaced by a slave seat. He was heartened when his ears picked up the comments of approval from the other diners, who watched with eager anticipation as a waiter brought over a slave chair.Becca tried to shake off her apprehension, she had stood by silently as James requested the chair and felt her cheeks colour anew, as the comments rippled about the room.The slave chair looked like any ordinary dining chair, but the seat was of solid wood into which had been set some 120 upturned metal bottle tops, each with a serrated edge that promised agony to the naked flesh of unfortunate slave.The fact that the very same flesh was still smarting from the strokes of the strap would be an even bigger torment.James gestured to the waiter to leave and stood behind Becca holding the chair ready to slide under her as she sat down. “Make sure you lift your skirt well up, my dear.” James instructed her. “We want our fellow diners to see how red and fiery that well-chastised bottom of your’s really is!!”The chair looked worse than Becca had first imagined, she had thought it would be merely a few tops, and that they would not be serrated as they were. The pain it would cause would no doubt be unbearable, she hoped she’d be able to sit still and keep from embarrassing her Master by crying, or worse begging for relief.She could delay no longer as James held the chair for her. Becca looked between his face and the chair before turning to take her seat. As instructed, she lifted her skirt up to her waist above her bottom to more appreciative comments from nearby patrons, and sat down slowly and carefully while James slid the chair in.”Thank you, Master.” She said softly. The next sound was a quick intake of breath as more of her weight settled her battered buttocks to the chair and pressed the sharp edged into her still burning welts. A second later she whimpered in pain and clenched her eyes shut tight.James watched Becca’s anguish with a smirk of satisfaction on his saturnine features, his eyes showing the excitement he felt at compelling the woman to press her naked, well-beaten buttocks down on the jagged bottle tops. ~ That welted skin must still feel really sore and tender, even after the time taken to walk to the restaurant. Still, in future she will realise that when I set a time limit, I expect her to comply with the restriction imposed. ~Although Becca had still not allowed her full weight to rest on the seat, it was bad enough already. She leaned forward with her hands gripping the edge of the table, her legs beginning to tremble within seconds of her attempting to avoid the worse of the pain from the chair. Becca knew her Master would not be pleased with her for remaining that way, and steeled herself to more agony.Another few seconds passed and she still had not found the courage to withstand the bottle tops on her tender cheeks. Becca whimpered again and was easily awakening the pain with her trembling that seemed to vibrate her over the serrated edges. When she could support herself in that odd position no longer, Becca settled completely with a bubbled up cry of pain.Her eyes opened slowly after a few seconds and she turned to James to see his reaction to her taking her seat. Her eyes were already watering with pain as each tiny, sharp tooth bit cruelly into her welted backside.”Please Master, your slave apologizes but she is in pain.” Becca whispered before she could stop herself.~ Were his ears deceiving him? Was she requesting mercy? Did she have the audacity to ask for leniency? ~James did not respond immediately, but sat for a moment as if considering Becca’s heartfelt request and whether she should be excused from sitting on the slave seat.Becca sat through the torture of waiting and agony; every twitch of her body added to the pain in her backside. When the instruction finally came she looked so relieved it was shameful but before Becca was able to thank him, James continued.Her eyes darted about the restaurant, trying to imagine just what he would order her to do. Becca looked genuinely frightened by the idea and whimpered softly.”Very well, you are excused being seated.” James instructed. “However, I have decided that you will still feel pain, but not the physical sort, but more the mental anguish of public humiliation.” Allowing a moment’s pause to allow his pronouncement to sink into Becca’s psyche, James continued. “You will lift up the hem your skirt and tuck it bahis şirketleri into the waistband so that your bottom and pussy are fully on show. Then you will open all the buttons of your blouse, pull it open and tie it behind your back in order that your breasts are fully displayed.”James then looked around his fellow diners and noticed the interest and anticipation displayed in their expressions said. “Becca, prior to commencing the meal, you are to walk to each table and using words that demonstrate a manner of suitable subservience, ask those seated to feel your cunt and breasts. After they have felt and examined the offered parts of your anatomy, you will ask them for a recommendation as to your punishment for your failure to remain seated on the slave chair.”Seeing the looks of sadistic eagerness on the faces of the other customers, James eagerly awaited a varied selection of punishment recommendations that he planned to consider on her return to his table.Becca stood as James finished and obediently pulled out her blouse to unbutton it and tied it behind her back. With her eyes glued to the floor, Becca arranged her skirt as ordered. It took away from the relief she had at standing from the slave chair.”Yes, Master. Thank you for your mercy Master.” She murmured softly, her voice sounding incredibly close to tears as she dealt with the effort it took to stand revealing herself to the restaurant. For a moment, Becca feared she’d not be able to move and if she took one step it would start her running from the restaurant. She did not run she merely turned to the nearest table; she didn’t look around to try and count the tables. It wouldn’t matter if there were merely three, it would be just as humiliating. Becca straightened her back and clasped her hands to the back of her neck, her legs spreading. He had not ordered the position, she took it upon herself to present for the patrons in hopes of softening her punishment.”This slave . . . desires that you feel and examine her breasts and cunt.” She murmured to a seated figure at the nearby table and was greeted by a response from a man cupping his hand around his ear, an evil grin on his face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t make that out, slave.” Becca blinked back her tears.”This slave desires that you feel and examine her breasts and cunt, Sir.” She said more clearly. Her face was crimson, as bright as some of the welts on her ass. Becca kept her eyes lowered as a hand extended to her body. Her left breast was lifted and squeezed softly, the hard nipple pinched. Another hand slid between her parted thighs and over her sex, Becca realized she was wet at that point and only blushed darker if it were possible. Her legs trembled as the hand slid along her moist folds then felt a lone finger penetrate her. Much more of this and she knew she could very well shame herself further before the whole restaurant. She is dreading that she still has the rest of the restaurant tovisit.The hands retreat and Becca sighs gently. “May this slave know your recommendation for her punishment for her failure?” She asks clearly but low in volume again. Becca did not know what she would do if these customers are more sadistic than her own Master.”Yes, slave. I would recommend you be whipped by the staff, against that wall there,” the gentleman points to a far wall with manacles dangling from the end of chains. “So that we may all be serenaded by your screams as we eat.” The woman with him makes a much milder suggestion and comments that she does notwish too much screaming with her dinner, as it will disturb conversation. Dismissed, Becca moves on to the next table. The scene is played out over and over again. Some laughter is heard as she reaches another table and the slick folds of her cunt are discovered.”You should not be allowed to feel release, that is for certain, shameful display slave, finding pleasure during your punishment.” Commented a male diner, but the voice was amused and tipped his head to James in compliment.Acknowledging the gesture James responded. “In the short time that she has been my slave, she has shown herself to be a complete pain slut who revels in any humiliation ordered by her betters. I just don’t think that she can control her eagerness to demonstrate what a whore she really is.”Her task complete, her body flushed with her arousal even as tears rolled slowly down her cheeks in humiliation, Becca returned to her Master and awaited his decision.There had been many suggestions given, one woman had suggested Becca be strippedand made into a living candelabra, that she lay across her Master’s table with a candle on each breast and at her sex, held in place by the wax. Another man suggested she be denied dinner, except from her Master’s hand as she knelt by his chair. A variation had her eating from a dish on the carpet. One man had complained that another had beaten him to the punch by suggesting Becca be James’s plate for his meal and instead added that he have a nice juicy steak, the cuts being superb in this restaurant. The laughter that had rippled about had frightened poor Becca and begun her tears. One had merely suggested that if the first woman did not wish to hear the screams, Becca be strictly gagged and whipped and that they each have a turn for desert.Now she stood, presenting herself by her Master’s side, trembling badly, her inner thighs glistening with her moisture.

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