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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 23 ] After that film show Carol was thoughtful, we left her alone not wanting to disturb her. I wanted to have a word with Pauline, or rather Elizabeth. There was something wrong with me or so I had finally figured out. We were up in the house itself. We were seated in a couple of armchairs. I looked at Pauline, sitting uncomfortably opposite me, and said “Elizabeth stand forth” It was archaic I know but seemed to fit the situation. Pauline’s body stiffened slightly and then relaxed. Elizabeth smiled at me. “You called me master, and lo I appear.” She smiled and then went serious. “What’s the problem, there’s nothing wrong with Carol, and I think she understands how lucky she’s been having you take her. I’d just leave her at the moment to work it all out.” She sat back looking smug with her analysis. “The problem isn’t with Carol. It’s me!” She now sat forward interested. “Paul you understand I’m not really a psychoanalysis, if you have a problem then I’d suggest calling in an expert.” She began. “You are the nearest thing around, and I think you’ve been studying me as well as Carol, so who else can I talk to?” I said — I had noted her use of my name and not ‘master’. “Alright then, as long as you understand that I might not be able to help.” She said. So I spoke to her of my current feelings for Carol. How I was starting to look on her and the girls as my family and not my slaves. And, finally my fears about my future as a trainer. Elizabeth’s face was serious as I spoke; there had been a slight shudder in her body which I ignored as I was too tied up in speaking to her. She sat in silence for some minutes before she spoke. “That’s quite a problem you think you have Paul.” She began and then looked at me, “I don’t consider them anything to worry about but I’ve got to convince you of that haven’t I.” I nodded and kept quiet, “Very well then. First Carol – you’re concerned that you are becoming too attached to her in her weakened state?” Again I nodded, “Understandable! She’s not able to be trained in her condition. You’ve had to look after her with a deeper amount of effort than if she’d been ‘normal’ and so you’ve learnt about the real person beneath the skin.” She smiled at me. “Paul she isn’t a slave in training, you know that and so she doesn’t have to be conditioned as Billie-Jo was. Or as any of your slaves were.” She took a deep breath, “Once Carol is well, I suggest you take another commission and see how you react to that, if you still think there’s a problem then contact the real Elizabeth in Ropeville, she might be able to make a suggestion.” She then went serious. “I had to drive Pauline down into a deep sleep when you started talking, I don’t think you wanted her to be aware of your real feeling to her. Both she and Billie-Jo have been with you for a long time, longer than anyone else has. You have bonded to them and they to you. In a way I shouldn’t say this as I’m betraying Pauline’s trust; they call each other sister because that is what they’ve become. You feel like a father to them because you have accepted the responsibility to them from a father figure you have moved onto being their real father in all bar biological fact. This is what has caused your worries; you are concerned that future girls that you take will look to you as Pauline or Billie-Jo?” She made it a question to which I had to nod; it was something I was feeling. “Paul you’re a fool!” She said smiling, taking the sting out of her words. “This is your life; you’ve accepted it some time ago. Remember when you took Sinister and Dexter? Both Pauline and Billie-Jo helped you, they didn’t hold you back did they? It’s normal for a person to question their direction in life, you feel that there’s no future? Well there is! Your future is tied up with the two girls you’ve raised and trained. There is no problem with you Paul,” She giggled, a girlish sound but not forced. “The only problem is that you think too much!” she then looked at me, “I should charge you for that session, but I don’t think I could afford it!” and then she closed her eyes, when they opened Pauline was looking at me. I held out my arms to her and smiled; she got from the chair and joined me. “What happened?” she asked, “you were talking away and then I woke up!” she looked puzzled. “Elizabeth was concerned that you wouldn’t like what I was saying, and so she made you sleep. Do you remember any of what I said?” I asked her, she cocked her head to one side and then shook her head. “No daddy, I can’t remember a thing!” she started to look worried. “That’s okay Pauline; it’s probably for the best. Now what shall we do with Carol?” I asked her and we started to consider our problem.
I turned off all the lights in the house and set the alarm system, this was the watchdog that Billie-Jo had forgotten about some time ago. The computer gave an ‘arf-arf!’ to signify that it was now running; we had 30 seconds to get down to the basement. I could have set it downstairs but didn’t want to let Carol know about that. I still wanted some secrets! We arrived downstairs and I closed and locked the basement door, I went to a corner of the basement and pressed a button. Immediately a bank of screens came into view covering the whole house. Billie-Jo came to me and stared at the screens open mouth. “You didn’t show me this before!” She said, her voice slightly accusing. “I’ve never used it before, at least not while you were here! It just a way of keeping an eye on things upstairs, all controlled from this bank of switches.” I said to her indicating the various dials and then started describing their functions. I kept my voice loud so that everyone could hear what I was saying. Pauline and Billie-Jo were standing by me, but Carol appeared to be dozing in her chair, her latest letter half written in her hands. “These screens can see into all the rooms of the house upstairs as well as . . . I showed them several views of the garden and the road leading to the house and then they were looking at themselves! “You see this setup is also duplicated upstairs as well.” I gave them an evil smile, “so that you can’t hide anywhere from me.” “As if we could master.” Billie-Jo said with a smile “You’ve always known where we are!” “Okay then, now the next time I leave you alone, what don’t you forget to do?” I asked them both. The girls looked at each other and then said in unison, “Don’t forget to lock the house securely and to set the watchdog.” I nodded, knowing that their lesson had been learnt and then I added, “And if you do then don’t forget to keep an eye on things and not your hands or mouths on each other!” Both girls smiled and then rubbed their asses in memory of their punishments, “Very well master, until we see you coming again.” Billie-Jo said, “I must admit that after a while I began to enjoy your punishment.” She added. “Which is a problem! Remember a punishment is meant to teach a lesson, not to be fun! I think you’re turning into a masochist.” I told the smiling girls. “Perhaps you should beat it out of me, master.” Billie-Jo started giggling. “That’s a good idea, come here Billie-Jo.” I said but she started to back away still giggling. I shook my head and started to chase her around the basement. I noticed that Carol had looked up; she obviously hadn’t been sleeping – as I expected – and was smiling at our antics. I caught Billie-Jo by the bars and started tickling her in the ribs, where I knew she was highly ticklish. “No master, please no.” she said and started to fall to her knees, she clutched at my pants as she went down pulling them down with her. And then I felt her hand at the opening to my shorts. She reached in and pulled out my cock which she placed in her mouth, she looked up at me and cocked her head. I had a choice – either to keep on tickling her, and trust that she wouldn’t bite down in an effort to stop giggling, or to stop my attack and then let her use her mouth to her advantage. There was no decision to make, I stopped tickling her and rested my hands on her head. I could see Pauline sit near Carol and the pair started talking away. I tapped Billie-Jo on the head and she pulled away questions showing in her eyes. “We need to talk to Carol now; if you want we can carry on later.” I said to her she nodded and stood up. Carol was watching closely as we approached her she smiled at my lower nakedness, I felt a bit stupid walking with my pants around my legs and so I kicked them off and threw off the shirt I was wearing. I could see Carol watching me as I approached. “Why is it that you don’t frighten me master?” She asked seriously I smiled, “Because you know that you’re too ill to be of use to me, but I think you’re getting better don’t you?” I said to her, she frowned and shook her head in denial. “Not really master, I’m still not eating right, but since I’ve been off the drip I’m not going to the loo so much.” She said. “And I’m grateful for that!” Said Billie-Jo smirking away, “I don’t like being wakened up in the middle of the night just to fetch and empty a bedpan!” “No now we’ve got to go with you to the loo instead.” Pauline said, “But at least you’re starting to react like a normal person again.” Carol blushed and looked down when she looked back up she was biting her lower lip again. I reached out and held her hand. “Tell me what’s wrong Carol?” I asked her. “I’m not sure master.” She finally said, “I feeling strange and I don’t know what to do?” I could see Pauline watching Carol, or rather Elizabeth watching from Pauline’s eyes. “Well the first thing is to tell us! Whatever is worrying you tell one of us you know that we can’t be embarrassed by anything you have to tell us. I mean we’ve seen it all.” I said smiling. “Well almost all . . .” Pauline added softly. Carol shook her head, “I don’t know what it is exactly. I’m getting strange feelings inside my body, like stretching only it isn’t!” she finally said and then added, “And even stranger ones from down there.” She pointed to her groin she looked up worried. “I scared that it means there’s another problem forming.” I looked at Pauline who was smiling, I could see there was no real problem there and so I hugged Carol, “I think your body is finally waking up – the feed you’ve had has allowed the dormant parts to re-activate. You’re going to find parts of your body starting to ache that you don’t expect” I told her smiling at the look on her face. “Oh great! Just when I’m trying to get used to looking like this it’ll all change!” she said but her tone wasn’t despondent but happy. Pauline was looking at me and made a hand gesture of eating I understood what she was trying to say, “I’m sorry to say that for the time being you’re going to have to eat more food and slightly more often. Pauline? Could you go to the dumb waiter, there’s some items there, and prepare some more of the protein diet for her.” Carol made a face, “Do I have to? I mean I feel so daft drinking that stuff!” I put on a menacing face and glowered at her. “Slave do you have any say in what happens to you?” I asked her. She looked at the screen where she’d watched Marcie’s fate and smiled, “No master, because you are right all the time!” She said. “And don’t you forget it slave!” I said. Pauline soon returned with a bottle of the protein food and handed it to Carol who took it and smiled at me. “As you’ve ordered master!” She said and started to drink it; she licked her lips and smiled at Pauline, “You’ve flavoured it!” Pauline smiled, “I thought you’d like it better like that.” She said. I knew it could be flavoured but just hadn’t bothered before as it didn’t seem worth it, but now it appeared that Carol’s snacks would be flavoured. We waited for Carol to finish her meal before I went through their class work for the past day. I was pleased to see that both Pauline and Billie-Jo’s work was of a high standard, it was something I noticed at the Ropeville school, which was why their students had time for self-defence and target shooting during some of the afternoons, and I’d managed to continue it here for the girls. Carol’s work was behind theirs but she was improving – I cheated once and gave her a test to do at a higher level than she should have been – she answered quite a few questions that she shouldn’t have been able to! So I’ve moved her up a grade, which she’s been finding challenging. I did notice one section of work which showed signs of collusion; I shook my head over it and asked Pauline why she helped Carol with it. Billie-Jo held up her hand. “I’m sorry master but that was my fault, Carol couldn’t see how to get the answer and I showed her. But I made sure she did the next few ones on her own.” I looked at Carol. “Is this so?” I asked her she nodded. “Yes master, it was just that I couldn’t see how the answer made any sense and so I asked Billie-Jo to help me. But once she explained it I could see where I went wrong.” I was glad that Billie-Jo was able to help Carol and to make sure that Carol did the rest on her own, but there was still the fact that neither girl had told me beforehand. I looked at them both sorrowfully, “Billie-Jo? Why didn’t you let me know that Carol was having problems with this?” I asked her. She looked at me, “But master it was a easy mistake that she made, all I did was to show her where she’d gone wrong. She did the others correctly.” She replied. I nodded, “Indeed she did. That’s not why I’m asking you this.” She thought for a moment, “I’m sorry master, I should have told you. You should be aware of our problems.” She said. “Indeed you should have, what is the normal punishment for this?” I asked her. She draped herself over my knees and then said, “Five slaps master.” Carol spoke up. “But master, she helped me when I asked her! She shouldn’t be punished for that.” I just looked at her and smiled coldly making her gulp. “The fact is that she didn’t tell me. That it helped you was just a lucky break for you.” I raised my hand and brought it down smartly on Billie-Jo’s ass “Thank you master!” Billie-Jo said, and repeated it following the second blow. The third, fourth and fifth were so light she nearly missed them. I raised her up to her feet and she looked at me. “But why master?” She asked, “You didn’t punish me enough!” “I did! You didn’t tell me but you had helped Carol, so the good outweighed the bad, so I only gave you two slaps for your failing.” I then looked at Carol. “How are you feeling slave?” I asked her. “I feel fit enough master.” She said and got up from her seat, she walked to me and took Billie-Jo place over my lap. “Should I do this so soon after my meal?” She asked but didn’t move away from her position. I didn’t answer her but regarded her body. She had gained some weight on her back and hips, but there was still room for growth. I gave her three light taps on her ass, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to let her know she’d been struck. After each one she remembered to thank me. As I stood her up she cocked her head at me in question. “You asked the wrong person to help you. Billie-Jo has her own work to do. If you had caused her to go wrong or to fail in an answer then she would have been severely punished. You have to remember that this is not a normal classroom situation. I have different rules than your school.” I told her and helped her back to her seat. “You know master you still have to punish me for earlier.” She reminded me. I nodded, “I still remember Carol, but that will wait until you’re able to stand it.” I told her and then went back to my marking. When I’d finished I went through their work pointing out where they went wrong and how their work could be improved – there was no need for punishment for this, although I knew that some trainers would use the opportunity to do so. At Carol’s insistence we watched the DVD again. This time Billie-Jo and Pauline pointed out all the things that Carol missed on the first showing, the end result was the same with Marcie swallowing all that was pushed into her mouth. We got the mattress out and placed by the side of Carol’s bed I said goodnight to the girls and went to sleep. . . I was woken up in the night by the feeling of being suffocated; I then found the reason being that I’d been joined by the girls so that we were all together on the mattress. You know the aboriginals have a method of keeping warm by sleeping with their dogs, I went one better – it was a three girl night! |