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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 7 ] I awoke the next day with the sensation of something warm and moist surrounding my cock. I looked down to see Pauline’s head bobbing away. She paused long enough to look up at me and smile. She then pulled back enough to speak. “Good morning master, how are you feeling?” She asked before returning to her duty. She emerged next to me licking her lips before kissing me. “What’s the plan for today master?” She asked. I had to think about this. First of all breakfast – something warm and nourishing. I decided that we would have a full cooked breakfast, while Carol would have porridge, made with hot milk and some vitamin tablets, she would also need iron supplements. Secondary I would have to start her lessons, she was well up in mathematics and English – Bill’s information had included her current curriculum — and she was in advance of her fellow pupils, if she was still at school that was. So I decided to increase the pressure on her. I sorted out some books for her to read and critic – George Orwell’s Animal Farm and the Memoirs of Dolly Morton, to be mean I decided to have her compare the two stories. But first Breakfast! I got up from the bed and started Pauline on the porridge. I had to put on an apron to avoid the splashes of the cooking fat. At Pauline’s smirk I wave a spatula at her, “One day I’m going to make you cook bacon without any covering!” I warn her. I put the food onto dishes and Pauline pours the porridge into a bowl for Carol. I press the warning buzzer to sound down in the basement. --- Carol, in the meantime was still in the basement with Billie-Jo, my exercise following her meal had taken a lot out of her and she slept for several hours before bodily functions brought her around. Billie-Jo was sleeping beside Carol and was woken up by being shaken. “What’s wrong?” She asked Carol. “I need to use the loo!” Carol said in a strained voice. Billie-Jo realised what was needed and ran to the bathroom area. She managed to return to Carol with a bedpan and some toilet paper. She helped Carol to raise herself up and position herself on the bedpan. It was just in time as Carol couldn’t hold herself. Due to the style of the food it had worked its way through her system. When it emerged from her it was more in the form of dihorrea and literally poured itself out of her body. “Oh shit!” Carol exclaimed. “Too right it is! Cor! what a pong!” Billie-Jo agreed as she wiped Carol’s backside. “Have you finished?” She asked. Carol couldn’t answer her but just nodded her head. “Okay then!” and Billie-Jo took the bedpan, with its contents, to the toilet and emptied it. She then cleaned out the bedpan and disinfected it before storing it away again. She returned to the bed and lay down beside Carol. “Billie-Jo, why did you do that?” Carol asked her. “What? Look after you like that?” she replied and receiving a nod from Carol she snuggled closer to the bound girl. “Well you can’t help yourself; I’m the one with relative freedom.” She pulled on the chain. “And master would have creamed our asses if I allowed you to make our bed filthy!” She giggled while saying that and started to tickle Carol, who, as she was so tied up, was unable to stop her. “Ha-ha, No please don’t. Please Billie-Jo. Please or I’ll pee myself!” The final threat was enough to stop Billie-Jo. “Okay then, what else can I do?” Billie-Jo asked. Carol was thoughtful for a moment, remembering what Pauline had tried to show her. “Could you kiss me?” Carol asked hesitatingly. “Of course I can!” Billie-Jo said and started kissing Carol on the lips. “No! Not there. I mean down there!” Carol asked nodding her head down her body. “Are you sure?” Billie-Jo asked and then, at Carol’s nod, she started to move down Carol’s body. “No, not like that Billie-Jo” Carol said, “Can I kiss you as you’re doing me?” Billie-Jo looked up surprised. “Do you want to?” She asked, and at Carol’s smile she started to rotate her body so that her legs were above Carol’s head. Billie-Jo was now positioned above Carol’s slit to which she started to administer. Carol only felt Billie-Jo tongue working on her slit, and plucking up her courage started to use her tongue on the girl above her. She was amazed at the effect she had on Billie-Jo, for after a few seconds she felt the small ‘bump’ at the top of Billie-Jo’s slit start to expand, encouraged by this she continued to work away at it. Billie-Jo couldn’t help herself, although untrained, Carol was showing some natural talent and was making Billie-Jo squirm in pleasure, she tried to concentrate on Carol’s slit, trying hard to find the clitoris, but there didn’t seem to be anything there. This was puzzling to Billie-Jo as she knew all girls had one . . . Then she found it! The smallest bump imaginable, but it was there. In her amazement she realised that her body had reached its limit and she found herself cumming – and bigtime! Carol found her mouth being inundated from Billie-Jo’s slit, at first she was shocked . . . was Billie-Jo peeing on her? She wondered and then she realised that it tasted sweet not sour, she then remembered Billie-Jo’s warning about the bed and started to drink away. It was while she was doing this that Carol started to feel something strange. . . down there – where Billie-Jo was licking away. It was a feeling that she’d never had before, and when Billie-Jo gave up, for her tongue was getting sore; Carol felt that she had lost something indefinable. “Thank you Carol that was really nice of you.” Billie-Jo said kissing Carol on her lips and tasting herself there. And she snuggled up with Carol to go back to sleep, leaving Carol to wonder what exactly it was she’d just missed out on. --- The buzzer sounding in the basement was the signal for Billie-Jo to lay the table. Although she had awoken about half an hour beforehand, she had brought the bedpan back to Carol for her to use, and had wiped the girl over with a moistened flannel to erase the signed of the previous night’s work. Once Carol was freshened up Billie-Jo took care of herself, ensuring that she looked fresh and ready for the day ahead. In fact she had already started on setting up the table before the buzzer had started. As I arrived in the basement and entered the cell. I could tell that Billie-Jo was excited, I would learn about what later, I put the food on the table and undid Billie-Jo’s chain, she looked at the cooked breakfast and her face dropped. I gave her a reassuring smile and placed the bowl of porridge in Carols spot. “Good morning slaves.” I spoke to both Carol and Billie-Jo, who was the only one to answer. I turned to Carol, still held on the bed. “When I address you slave I expect an answer. So now Pauline and Billie-Jo will receive punishment for your failure.” “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything; I just didn’t know you were talking to me!” Carol spoke very fast trying to help the two girls. “Did I ask you to speak slave.” I said imperiously “No, but . . .” She stopped as I held up a hand. “You should learn to speak when given permission slave.” I said coldly and started to unlock her restraints. I pulled on her arms, feeling the bones beneath the skin. “You will eat the breakfast that Pauline has prepared for you – and I mean all of it! Then you will start some light exercises. After that you will have a rest period and then your education will continue. Do you understand what I have told you slave? And I expect the correct answer!” My voice was still cold and menacing. “Yes, I do!” she said shortly. I slapped her in the face, lightly although she didn’t think so. “That won’t do! Now what’s the correct way to speak to me?” I asked her still in the cold tone. She looked at me, her expression wasn’t one of a slave, but she answered, “Yes Master, I understand, and I’m sorry.” But her tone implied a different word to master, which I ignored and allowed her to take her place at the table. The breakfast was a quiet affair, with the punishment preying on Carol’s mind, the other two realised that although they would receive the blows, they would sound worse than they were. We had finished eating, although Carol was only half-way through her bowl. She was aware of our eyes on her while she ate; it was a slow progress as she tried to chew every mouthful. Finally the bowl was empty. Carol went to get up but a look from me stopped her. “Billie-Jo! Clear the table!” I ordered and while she did so I directed Carol to stand by the bars of the cell, I produced a set of handcuffs and quickly fixed her to the bars. “Now you stay there, and don’t even think about interfering.” I informed her, as if she had any choice in the matter. I placed a pillow in the table by the edge, padding the sharp edge so that the girls wouldn’t be hurt when they were positioned there. Pauline was the first to receive my attention. Billie-Jo was at the other end of the table and I mad her grasp Pauline’s wrists to hold her in position. “Now for refusing to acknowledge my greeting – 5 strokes. For talking out of turn another 5 stroke and for failing to respond correctly to a master – 5 more strokes. That’s a total of 15 strikes. 8 with the hand and 7 with the strap!” I heard a choked cry from the side but ignored it. I stood beside Pauline and brought my slightly cupped hand against her ass. There was a satisfying noise of flesh on flesh, but with the cupped hand it was far noisier than it should have been – Carol didn’t know the difference. After each blow Pauline would cry out and then say. “Thank you master” or “this slave thanks you master.” To emphasise to Carol how a slave should behave. The strap sounded even louder when it was used – again doubled up it struck itself more than the victim. The seven strikes were soon completed. I allowed Pauline a few minutes before she changed places with Billie-Jo. I could hear Carol crying as she watched her two new friends being punished for her error. She tried to pull away but was held firmly. All thoughts of throwing up her breakfast forgotten. I completed the punishment and allowed Billie-Jo to rise. I then sent the two of them upstairs to do the washing up while I placed a chair in front of Carol and sat down. “Now that we are alone I will allow you to speak your mind.” I said to the crying girl. “Why did you hit them? It’s me who was wrong not them!” she said, I wanted to hold her and comfort her, but it would have been out of character. “Have you really looked at yourself girl? If I was to hit you the way I did those two you would never survive it! Once you’re back to normal weight and body mass then you’ll receive your due.” I told her, “But until then I’ll have to use Billie-Jo and Pauline as proxies.” “But it’s not right! None of this is!” She said “And what you’re doing is?” I countered; she stopped for a moment and then looked down at her body. “Look I know this is hard, but I know you can get through it. Now I’ve got a videotape of exercises for you to follow when Billie-Jo and Pauline return. Don’t even think about sitting it out as it’s not as rough as the last one. After that you will do school work while the girls do their proper exercises. After lunch, which you will be eating and keeping down, you will have another easy exercise.” I looked at her realising that somehow my mask had slipped slightly. “And if you fail in any of these then Billie-Jo and Pauline will suffer for it!” I reached to her, she started to pull away, but being against the bars stopped her actions. She flinched, waiting for the blow that didn’t land; I undid the handcuffs and released her. I pointed to the chair and made her sit while I arranged the video and set the cell up for school lessons. The door opened again, the girls entered the basement. Pauline closed and locked the door, she then handed me the key. I checked the girls and noticed that they had freshened up their makeup – to show their apparent bruising. I thanked Pauline and then gave my orders to the two girls; they took Carol by the hand and positioned themselves in front of the television screen. I started the tape, Barney the dinosaur appeared going though exercises for pre-school children. I nearly laughed at their faces as Pauline and Billie-Jo started to follow the routines. I left them to follow the tape and went back upstairs; I had some work to do. |