SLEEPOVER

BY ABC-T & CORNER GHOST

[ part 1 ]

This is a Paul Purple story to fully understand it please read Corner Ghosts stories. It also contains characters from The Urge to Become a Model, by abc-T. You may not fully understand this story if you don’t read those first.

Pauline had been asking for quite sometime if she could have a sleepover. She had a few friends at Ropeville, but living with me she was rarely allowed to see them. She did always have Billy-Jo with her and she usually made friends with the commissions I took on. But the commissions could be few and far between.

It was just over a week now since we had said our goodbyes to my last commission in Ropeville, a lovely girl named Alice. Pauline had befriended her right away as was required for that job. Although Alice resented Pauline being her friend, she was too worried about Billy-Jo.

We all just relaxed while waiting for the next commission. But Pauline wanted a sleepover. After all she was an eleven-year-old girl, and that was normal for the age group. Pauline asked me if she could have a sleepover one night while we were in bed together.

It had been a quick fuck and we were just lying there relaxing after it. As I grew soft inside her we started to talk about one of Pauline’s friends from Ropeville, Carol. Carol had been one of my previous commissions, which Pauline and Billy-Jo grew quite fond of.

Apparently Carol had told Pauline about a big Sleepover she had with near 15 girls, in an email. This made Pauline jealous, living with me had its luxuries but the girls longed to live somewhat normal lives.

I was feeling nice and I trusted Pauline’s judgment she wouldn’t bring anyone in the house that could pose a threat to me. She would only bring someone in from Ropeville who already knew about our way of life.

So I told Pauline “You can have a sleepover in a couple of weeks, after I have had a chance to rest from our last commission. One guest mind you and we will see how it goes!” She eagerly agreed and was once again full of excitement, so much excitement that I must have made her cum a dozen times that night before she finally tired out.

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That had been three weeks ago. Early in the morning I got up and prepared to visit Sharon’s house. I had just retrained her son William not too long ago. I was checking up on him to make sure he was doing okay. He had had quite a bit of a problem when he first went to live with Sharon. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t once again having a problem. (Read Corner Ghost’s story Carol to find out more.)

When I had left that morning it had seemed like any normal day. I took a helicopter that Ropeville arranged for me, to Sharon’s house.

When I arrived Sharon wasn’t there but her husband George was there, expecting me. He gave me a good report for the current week. But it seems William thought it would be okay to fuck Safina the previous week. That is one of the things I told William not to do anymore. His punishment was to have no more pussy for several months. He just couldn’t handle himself when he was allowed it.

So while there I punished William for this. Sharon’s basement had been sent up perfectly. Since it was I had all the tools I needed for Williams punishment.

After punishing William for quite sometime I relieved myself when lunchtime came around. After lunch I released William, made him say he was sorry to his sister and was on my way out the door to meet the helicopter. Before I left though I did spend sometime looking at Safina’s chest. She wasn’t the little girl I remembered but her young 11 year old tits were so much fun to Suckle on.

I called her over to me and, in front of William I knelt down and took one breast in my mouth and sucked on it until it was erect and pointing at me, "You have beautiful breasts young slave." I told her and was happy to see her blush.

I played with them a minute more, seeing if I could insight an orgasm from only massaging her breasts. Sadly it didn’t work. …but perhaps with more time?

I kissed each nipple once more, before a thought stuck me, “Safina you should think about getting your nipples pierced.” I told her, before kissing her on the forehead and saying goodbye.

Then I had to dash for the helicopter, the pilot was signalling that she wouldn't wait any longer.

When I arrived home that day I was already quite tired. I would have been happy going to bed early that night. But when I stepped off the helicopter a wondrous sight greeted me. Sharon’s car was in the driveway and there were six lawn chairs set out in my backyard. On the lawn chairs were four beautiful little girls sunbathing themselves, and Sharon lay on a fifth lawn chair, nude just like the girls. ‘What was the sixth lawn chair out for?’ I asked myself. They were all enjoying the warm sun shining down on their bodies and giving them an all over tan.

But I didn’t recognize two of the girls; I figured they were here with Sharon. When I approached though these girls tried covering their young privates from my view. This attempt to cover themselves told me two things. One they were not from Ropeville. Two they were not fully trained slaves either. Who were they?

I was going to ask Sharon about them. But she scampered inside with me, to get dressed. I asked her what the rush was and she said that she would be riding in the helicopter back to her house, as she needed to get back for an important meeting and would be leaving her car here. I asked her on her way out the door again what those girls were doing here.

She looked at me as if I should have already known, “They’re here for the sleepover that you promised Pauline.” She told me before quickly boarding the helicopter.

I stood there dumbfounded as the helicopter flew out of sight. The girls had long since forgotten about my presence and were back to their sunbathing. But when I turned around and approached again the two little girls, I didn’t yet know, again covered their chest and hairless slits.

I kept my cool as I walked toward the group of girls. My target was Pauline, and she could see it in my eyes. I knew she had an inkling as to what was coming as I grabbed her arm and dragged her naked body off the lawn chair, and into the house.

I had never promised her a sleepover what was all this nonsense.

“Stay there.” I shouted to Billy-Jo as I walked out of sight with Pauline. I pushed her towards the basement door and watched as she quickly unlocked it and started down the stairway.

I could see she was already holding back the tears, as she knew what was coming. I pushed her down onto a cot in the basement and went to my display case. I selected a taws and a pair of handcuffs and quickly marched back to her.

The way she leaned over the cot put her round little butt at the ready, I cuffed her wrists to the cot, I don’t know why, it wasn’t necessary but a voice deep inside told me to! I swung.

Whap. Whap. Whap.

I hit her three times in rapid secession with the taws. But when I paused she forgot the one thing I had trained her to do so well.

“How”

Whap.

“Are”

Whap.

“You”

Whap.

“Supposed”

Whap.

“To”

Whap.

“Respond?”

Whap.

“How are you supposed to respond?” I asked her all the while hitting her in between each word. After asking her, she knew what I wanted.

Whap. Whap.

I hit her twice more before I was able to get “Thank you” out of her.

Whap. Whap.

Again twice more and she squeaked the last part of her sentence. “Master.”

I could feel the rage deep inside me rising to the surface again, just when I though I had it under control this had to happen! I brought the taws down harder, faster as the fury built up inside me “Give it to the little bitch” A voice inside me said! “She deserves it!”

I laid into her naked arse mercilessly for fifty or sixty strokes as she screamed under the onslaught and pulled on the cuffs! I flung the taws across the room and fetched a cane. A red mist covered my eyes and I brought the cane down hard across her buttocks “CRACK!” her head flung back and she shrieked in pain as a nasty welt began to raise up on her backside.

"You have failed me! Failed me do you understand! You are a worthless little failure!" I don't know where the words came from! They weren't mine! “CRACK!” I brought the cane down again, across her thighs this time “CRACK!” “WHACK!” “THWACK!” “SLASH!” four more times I laid into her backside and thighs then I stopped, panting. I looked at the wicked cane in my hand, then at her backside and legs at the six nasty bleeding welts I had inflicted on her!

What was I doing, what the Hell was I doing? Pauline had disappointed me so much. She had gone behind my back and done something without her Master knowing. I had high hopes for Pauline she had been my slave for years; I loved her as if she were my own daughter. Yes she deserved punishment but this? I took a deep breath, trying to recover my senses and considered the situation.

By inviting regular children to my house she had put me in danger of being found out. She had also put Billy-Jo in danger. She needed dealing with but I couldn’t deal with something as big as this. I was losing it! I snapped the cane across my knee and flung it across the room after the taws! I walked up to the wall and punched it hard. The pain helped me come to my senses, I walked back to the cot, where Pauline was shaking and crying like a baby. I reached down, unlocked the cuffs and backed away from her, I couldn't even face her I then turned and went to the stairs.

I walked up the stairs to the basement and left a crying Pauline down there. I booted up my computer and logged onto the Ropeville server. Billy-Jo had been teaching me about something new on Ropeville it was RIM, Ropeville Instant Messenger. New technology that I didn’t much care for, but it came in handy; Because Elizabeth was signed on. I instant messaged her and explained what had happened.

“I didn’t tell Pauline she could have a sleepover and now there were two girls outside, here for a sleepover.” I typed.

“Paul you need to think back, did you ever tell Pauline she could have a sleepover, she wouldn’t have really done all this without your knowledge. Find out from her what exactly happened, I don’t think you have all the facts.” This was displayed on the screen as Pauline walked in. She was carrying a small bowl, a towel and a small first aid kit. Steam was rising from the bowl.

She still had tears on her face but she looked as if she had something to say. Good I thought. Maybe she is ready to tell me the whole story.

I put my finger to my mouth to quiet her for a moment. I was looking at the monitor in front of me and there were now three girls I didn’t recognize playing outside.

Billy-Jo and the other three girls were still outside. The sun was beginning to go down, but they weren’t sunbathing anymore. Instead they were playing a game of tag. Billy-Jo was having so much fun with the three girls.

Three girls, THREE GIRLS!!!!????

Right there was three girls besides Billy-Jo now. The new girl looked a bit older than all of them, she looked about thirteen. She had a great body she looked like a possible model, I wondered if Sharon had thought the same. But where did this girl come from.

Looking at the two girls in the monitor, who had been out there when I arrived home. I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before, they were twins. They were pretty little things, but needed training. In different circumstances I would have gladly kidnapped them and trained them. I wondered where Pauline had met them.

I was thinking of the fun Billy-Jo was having but was distracted by Pauline, she had started to talk.

“Please master, please forgive me” she sobbed “I didn’t think I was doing wrong, you said I could have a sleepover in a couple weeks, it has been two weeks.” She told me, I felt the rage starting to build again, and I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.

I calmed down quickly and she repeated herself. That’s when I thought back to two weeks before.

Shoot, she was right I did tell her a couple weeks, so she didn’t go behind my back she just had arranged it, on the assumption I knew this would be happening. She should have informed me of exactly when it was going to be, but I could see I was partly at blame here. If I hadn’t over reacted I would have probably known the whole story by know. Still she should be punished for not telling me exactly when the sleepover would be.

I quieted her before she could say anymore; there was a new instant message on the screen before me.

I clicked the message and Elizabeth said “Paul, I’m sorry, but I must report this to the Council. If all this Pauline really has done then we have a problem, which needs to be dealt with.” I told her I understood before logging off of RIM. I put my head in my hands; I was almost on the verge of tears, the Council would now be involved. I didn’t like getting the council involved, but I would get to the bottom of this by the time they contacted me.

I was sad I had wanted Pauline and Billy-Jo to take over my operation; but now I might have to send Pauline away from me. I might have to send her to the Council at Ropeville. They would decide her doom.

The Council wasn’t a group of nice people, in their business they couldn’t be. They would deal with her and wouldn’t go easy on her. She jeopardized a trainer’s secret location and the whole of Ropeville.

The girls outside didn’t appear to be from Ropeville or trained. I started to think of all the good times I had had with Pauline. I was really saddened and furious, the Council would be involved so soon, I was partly at blame I did tell Pauline she could have a sleepover. But even if those girls weren’t of any threat, to Ropeville. The fact that Pauline had three of them here still meant bad news for her.

“Who are they Pauline?” I asked with my head still buried in my hands. I felt her gently pull my hands away.

“Master your hand is hurt, please let me” She started to bathe my bleeding knuckles and continued “Erin and Clara, they’re the twins, Chelsea is their sister, she was in the bathroom when you came home. They’re Sharon’s Nieces, they haven’t been to Ropeville yet but they have been trained . . . a little. They want to be sex slaves just like me and Billy-Jo.” She said excitedly.

Well that was good, they weren’t of any treat to Ropeville or me, and they were Sharon’s nieces. But still there were three here.

I looked up again and shook my head at the girl standing in front of me, tears on her face. “Pauline what am I going to do with you?” I said.

“I’m sorry master, but you did say that I could . . .” Pauline began.

I slapped my hand down on the desktop stopping her – from the doorway I could hear gasps. “I said you could have one girl, not three . . . why did you disobey me?” I said to her.

“Well Clara asked if her twin could come with her and then their mom wanted Chelsea to join them, they’re all learning, and when I tried to ask you . . . well you were too busy and told me to talk to you later . . . but you were always busy and then it was too late!” She finally finished. She had also finished bathing my hand; she dried it and started to bandage it.

I thought back, it was true that on occasions Pauline has said she wanted to know something but I was too engrossed with Alice that I did keep putting Pauline off . . . so in a way it was my fault, but deep inside me something was saying that I wasn't to blame - Pauline was and deserved all I could give her. I felt my fist start to fold and I began breathing hard to calm myself.

“I see, so why didn’t you tell Clara to wait?” I said, “Wouldn’t it have been easier and safer?”

Pauline nodded, “Yes master, but if I didn’t have someone spending the night in two weeks, I thought you would have gotten mad at me and punished me, you did say two weeks.”

“I see, so that part was out of your hands, but it doesn’t really help you! You disobeyed me and could have put our relationship in jeopardy.” I was serious now and she knew it.

“Yes master, I’m sorry master . . . please don’t . . . don’t send me away . . . I . . . I won’t . . . do it . . . again.” She said, tying the bandage off and stepping back.

I was in a quandary, I couldn’t really send her away from me, it would be like ripping off my right arm, but I could do something . . .

“You girls outside! Come in here!” I raised my voice to give the command to our unseen audience.

The three new girls came into the room I looked around, “Where is Billie-Jo?” I asked.

One of the twin girls raised her hand, “Please sir . . . master, she went down to the basement before you brought Pauline in here, sir.” She said quietly.

I turned on the monitor again, Billie-Jo was seated on the bed, her head in her hands, I turned on the microphone. “Billie-Jo come to my study.” I said watching her get up from the bed and wipe her eyes as she left the basement.

We waited in silence, the new girls looking in horror at the bleeding welts on Pauline’s backside, until Billie-Jo was with us; she looked at Pauline but didn’t say anything.

I sat down and directed all the girls to line up in front of my desk, “Now I want to explain something. Pauline has disobeyed me. By not informing me of the exact number of girl’s she had invited – I was expecting one, not three of you . . .” I was interrupted by one of the twins who started to speak but she was stopped by Billie-Jo.

“You must learn never to interrupt master when he is speaking!” Billie-Jo said, and I nodded to her.

“Thank you Billie-Jo, however the three of you are here so I’m stuck with looking after you. But this does cause me problems. Pauline has, whether directly or indirectly, gone against my word. For that she has to be punished. One option I have is to send her back to the orphanage at Ropeville . . .” I heard a gasp from Billie-Jo, but ignored it. “Where she would be used as an example of what happens to girls who fail Ropeville!”

There was a general clamor from the three girls but Billie-Jo – her eyes blurred with tears – quieted them.

“Or I could punish her myself, and as you girls are part of this, you will also contribute to her punishment, questions?” I could see the puzzled looks on their faces.

Then that same twin who interrupted me raised her hand, “Master . . . how would we . . . con . . . contribute?” She asked, the others nodded with her.

“You will help to restrain her, and to cause her pain. You will be the ones giving the punishment, because if you don’t you’ll never see her again.” I said simply.

“But that’s daft, you can’t expect us to . . .” Chelsea said shocked and then yelped as Billie-Jo slapped her on the ass.

“Don’t you understand slave. Master is going to allow Pauline to stay with him! Only if you agree to this and you will agree because I’m not going to lose my sister because Clara couldn’t come here alone!” Billie-Jo’s tone was cold and in it’s way scarier than I’d heard it before.

That twin again turned to Pauline, “What should we say? You don’t want us to hurt you?” She asked.

I thought to myself this twin really couldn’t learn not to interrupt, I felt the red rage start to form and took a deep breath - I must take one of the tablets Sharon had prescribed.

Pauline’s voice was soft, “Please Erin if it means I can stay with master I would do anything!” She said.

Erin looked back at me, tears in her eyes now, “M . . . master, we will do it!” She managed to say.

I nodded, “You all agree to this?” I said seeing the two twins nod their heads, but nothing from Chelsea, “Well?” I asked her.

“You would really send her away? But I thought you like her?” Chelsea asked me.

“Billie-Jo, take the others downstairs, I’ll be down shortly, Pauline you will go with them. Chelsea . . . remain here.”

“Yes master” said Billie-Jo, “Master I . . .” She stopped when I cast her a very angry look, how dare she think to question me!

“Do you want punishment too Billie-Jo!” I said angrily! She shook her head and cast her eyes down, “Then obey me and get to it! She opened the door and led the two sisters out towards the basement door, as she left Pauline looked back at me, I don’t know how but I kept my face impassive.

As the door closed I got up from my chair and went around the front of the desk. Chelsea went to move away from me but stopped her. I went down on my haunches to look at her face to face.

“Now Chelsea, in answer to your question, yes I love Pauline, but she is my slave, I have to expect her to listen and obey me in everything, if she starts to disobey me and I do nothing then she will start to forget her place, and a slave who forgets herself is a danger to her master as well as herself. I have to punish her.” I said in a patient tone.

“But if you like her why can’t she just say sorry?” Chelsea said, her eyes wide.

I shook my head. “Chelsea, how many times did you say sorry to your mother for doing something you shouldn’t have, only to do it again a few minutes later?” I asked her, the way her head dropped made me realize that she understood. “This way she will remember and also you three will remember what happened to her and won’t want to disobey your masters either.” I told her.

She raised her head to look at me. “You mean this is part of my training?” She asked me

“Wait, who’s been training you?” I asked realizing I still didn’t know anything about these girls who were obviously so under trained.

“Mistress Sharon, my Aunt. She trained me to become a model and now I am one, she is retraining me though because she didn’t fully train me, only got me into modeling.” She paused before continuing.

“So you mean this is part of my training, too?” She asked again.

I nodded, “Of course. Everything here is a part of your training. Your master may want you to be able to punish another slave, and also if you know how to use a whip, flogger or paddle, you will be able to instruct your master accordingly,” I allowed her to think about this before I got to my feet and took her shoulder, “now let’s go and join the others.” I said as we walked to the basement door.

When we arrived downstairs the two twins looked at their sister for any marks, but I told them to line up. “Pauline, you have displeased me, and although it wasn’t completely your fault you have to be punished. For punishment you will be suspended from the ceiling and act as a whip-training dummy for these girls for an hour. Billie-Jo will give them advice on the best way to use the whips. After a brief rest you will be tied down over a chair and be flogged for two hours, I will detail the rest of the punishment after that.”

I tied Pauline to the ceiling and left Billy-Jo to instruct the girls the rest of the way. I was on my way up the stairs when the phone rang, I quickly ran to it. I checked who was calling on my computer first, but it was an anonymous phone number. It was coming in on a secure line though. I picked it up expecting to hear from Elizabeth or someone like that, but all I heard was a tone that seemed to fill my ear.

Then I saw in my mind a group of people sitting at a table. A few of whom I recognized, it was the Ropeville Council.

“Paul Welcome.” One of them said. It seemed as if I were there with them.

“We have heard the story from Elizabeth and now want to hear it from you.” Sean said, one of the Council members I did recognize.

I met Sean once; he was supposedly the nicest of the council members. I felt safe about things not going too badly since it was him talking.

“Tell us what our dear Pauline has done?”

I told them, but after I could see them talking amongst themselves but could not hear them.

Then after a few minutes I heard voices again.

“Paul, what she has done is bad, she has disobeyed you, her Master. If you want rid of her, we will take her, mind you it won’t be pretty if she comes back here.” The thought of it scared me worst of all that was Sean talking.

“No” I said quickly.

“Don’t worry then, we won’t be doing anything about it. She hasn’t done anything too severely; we will let you deal with her as you see fit.”

I heard them say and then woke up at my desk. The phone was down in my lap and my head hurt. But I remembered what they had said.

I was so relieved they weren’t getting involved in this. I was also glad I was able to find out the whole story from Pauline before they called, otherwise there’s no telling what might have happened if they thought these girls were not with or related to Ropeville in someway.

I saw on the monitor that Billy-Jo was showing one of the twins how to use a whip. I didn’t want to watch I knew they were going to use very harsh instruments on Pauline’s body. She would be bruised and bleeding even more than she was already by the time they were done, I would see her body then. She wasn’t showing her by doing it on Pauline just showing her. I looked at Pauline she was visibly shaking as she anticipated what was to come.

I quickly turned off the monitor not wanting to witness the first hits. I looked at the blank screen for a few minutes. As I looked on I heard something, a very soft noise almost non-existent. No the monitor was off and the floor between the basement and the upstairs was soundproofed, what could that noise be?

I stood up and went to the door of my study. Listening carefully into the hallway to find out where it was coming from, but I couldn’t hear it anymore.

I dismissed the sound as the wind, and went down to the kitchen, for something to eat.