SIBLING SUMMER CAMP

BY KENNA
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[ part 7A ]

Author’s Note: I had a request/suggestion for an alternate ending to Sibling Summer Camp. What follows begins after Chapter 6, but is completely different from the original version of Chapter 7. This alternate ending will be labeled 7A, 8A, etc. to denote the difference. For either version, chapters 1-6 are the same. Readers should follow the story line of 7, 8, and Epilogue for one ending or, for the alternate ending, follow 7A, 8A, 9A, 10A, and Epilogue A. Enjoy. KENNA
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Gail had lost track of time and didn’t realize that the party had marked the halfway point. Her third week was starting and with it came a change in routine. The first week had been devoted to learning her place as a slave. The second week had been all about pleasing a man, or at least her little brother. What waited for the third and fourth weeks was beyond her imagination. It started Sunday evening when clothes were thrown into her room.

Rather than Toby’s face, it was Ms. Christopher who appeared in the open hole of her door. “Put those on,” said the woman. Gail gathered the clothes, noticing they were the same clothes she’d worn the day she’d arrived. When she was finished dressing, she was handed a pair of handcuffs. “Put them on with your hands in front,” said Ms. Christopher and then she vanished.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Gail stepped out. Not only was she dressed, but this was the least amount of bondage she’d been in since that first day. As she waited, all the slaves entered the hallway, one by one, and dressed as they had arrived. The female counselors led them to the dining hall.

“In a few moments we will uncuff your hands,” said Ms. Christopher. “The doors will be locked so that you cannot escape and when I’m done telling you what is going to happen next, I’m sure you won’t want to escape. Your masters are enjoying an evening of video games, so we won’t be disturbed. The first item on our agenda tonight is a much better dinner than you’ve been eating in the past.”

As the girls were uncuffed, a dinner of steak and potatoes was brought out. Gail suspiciously eyed the food, suspecting some sort of trick. But the other girls were already digging in and, from the sounds and smells, there was no treachery at work. She realized she was famished and devoured the sumptuous meal quickly.

As they finished eating, there was an air of expectancy. Everything was different. They were dressed. The food was good. The counselors seemed friendly rather than domineering. When the dishes were cleared away, Ms. Christopher spoke to them. “My name is Sheila,” she said. “This is Juanita, Heather, Jodi, Fran, and Rita. From now on we expect you to call us by our first names.” To emphasize the point, each of the women came to Gail, shook her hand, said, “Hi, Gail,” and then waited for her to repeat, “Hi,” and say the woman’s first name. Gail noticed that they had their names embroidered on their T-shirts so it was easy to remember. Each of the girls got the same friendly greeting from the counselors.

Their masters and mistresses for the first two weeks had not been allowed to use the counselors’ first names, so Gail really got suspicious. “Sheila,” she said. “What’s going on? I mean, this is nice, but it’s weird.”

“The perfect question,” said Sheila. “Each week we do something different. You were surprised that first week to be a slave to your mistress. The second week there was a boy to be your master. This week, we turn the tables and you get to be the mistress to that same girl who tormented you the first week.” She paused with a big smile on her face, watching the girls’ reactions.

“Wow,” said Gail, a tingle filling her body at the thought of revenge on Jenny. Around the room, the other former slaves were having the same reaction.

“And next week do I get to rule Brad?” asked Patty.

“That’s right,” said Sheila.

“Much better,” said Patty. “This is so cool.”

“Do they know that?” asked Irene.

“No,” said Sheila. “That’s the best part. Tomorrow morning they are going to get the surprise of their life.” She turned to Gail and said, “You said something very interesting yesterday, Gail. Well, actually you said a couple of interesting things. First, you said that being a slave was where you belonged. I think that claim is a bit premature if you haven’t tried the other side of it. I want all of you girls to think of the past two weeks as training for how to be a dom. You know how it feels to be a submissive. You’ve watched your former mistress and master, so you have an example of how to be a mistress. We find that will make you an excellent mistress. For the next two weeks, you get to try on that role. Perhaps that is really where you belong.

“The second thing you said to Jenny yesterday was that she didn’t know what she was missing. For the next week, you get to show her what she was missing. She will be the slave and you will be the mistress. This goes for all of you. You get to show her what she was missing, but she’s not going to like it any more than you did on your first day. Your former mistress will try to dominate you at first. You must take charge and show her that you are the boss now.”

She gave the girls some rules to follow and then added. “We always save a few things for the second half of the program. It’s pretty lame to have you doing the same things to them as they did to you. So, we have some surprises for them. One of those things is letting you use our first names. You probably noticed that the former mistresses called me Ms. Christopher, not Sheila. The new slaves will notice that, too, and that will tell them they are beneath you. As we go along, I’ll show you some other things.”

Julia raised her hand and when Sheila nodded to her, Julia said, “I always thought everything was scripted, you know, all the mistresses do the same thing at the same time. What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“Good question,” said Sheila. “Tomorrow morning, your former mistress will come back here. She thinks she is going to surprise you by hiding in your cell while your master is feeding you breakfast. What she doesn’t realize is that it is now her cell. She will be wearing her mistress clothes with the leather bra and pants, but nothing else. You will be naked, but on the outside of the cell. Your first job tomorrow is to get her clothes from her and put them on. Get her to stick her head out of the door, collar her, and then do what you want with her for an hour or so.”

There were murmurs of approval from the girls and then Sheila continued, “If you’d like, I can show you how to work the switch to electrify the floor and how to work the collar, but that’s usually not required. Everybody think they know how to work the tools?”

“Where do we get the paddles and whips?” asked Sonya.

“I’ll show you the storeroom,” said Sheila. “Take a couple of things with you, like cuffs and a paddle of some sort, but not too much. The collars just hang outside the cells, so they will be there when you need them.” There were a few more questions and then the girls were shown to their bedrooms where they could plan what they would do the next day and then get a good night’s sleep.

After a nice breakfast Monday morning, the eight naked mistresses made their way quietly into the hallway outside their former cells. Gail set down the handcuffs, riding crop, and strap on dildo outside Jenny’s cell. The door was securely bolted from the outside. She opened the panel covering the hole in the door. She peered in to see Jenny standing with her hands on her hips, staring defiantly back. “Get your slut ass in here,” said Jenny, impatiently. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Have you now,” said Gail. “And is slut Jenny glad to see her new mistress?”

“Cut the crap, Gail and get in here,” said Jenny.

“Cut the crap?” repeated Gail. “When my slave is standing on that metal floor, she needs to learn to speak more respectfully.”

Jenny looked down at her bare feet and then back at Gail. “Don’t you dare, you stupid slave.”

“That’s enough,” barked Gail, surprising even herself with the tone of authority that she had. “Call me Mistress Gail or I’ll have to punish you.” Jenny put her face right in front of Gail’s face, “I am going to whip your ass so bad for this.” Then Jenny’s face went white as Alice screamed from next door.

“Sounds like Kim was less patient with her slave,” said Gail as she slammed the opening closed and flipped the switch.

“Eeeeeeeee,” came the muffled scream from inside the cell. There was silence when Gail turned the juice off. Then she flipped it on again. “Eeeeeeee, ” screamed Jenny. Gail opened the panel and peered in, turning on the power a third time. “Eeeeeeeeee,” repeated Jenny with the volume much louder.

She danced on the metal floor, trying to keep both feet in the air at the same time. Gail smiled at the sight of the girl dancing in pain. She was already breathing heavily from the exertion, a look of anger and frustration on her face.

“Goddam,” said Gail. “This is so much more fun. You’re a pretty stupid slave. Letting yourself get trapped in your cell like this. Too stupid to figure out that the next two weeks have been planned this way all along. Too stupid to figure out that you’re going to call me mistress or dance all morning.”

Jenny was trembling with rage at the treatment she was getting from her “ slave,” but as Gail spoke, she realized for the first time that the tables had been turned. Gail looked to the left as Alice handed her leather top out the small opening of her door and Kim donned it. The 11-year-old was making her slave strip and give up the clothes that signified who was mistress. Gail had a different plan.

She returned her attention to Jenny, “What’s it going to be, slave Jenny? Be respectful or dance?”

“You’re kidding,” said Jenny tentatively. Her arrogance was replaced with uncertainty. She could see where this was leading, yet in her pride she couldn’t bring herself to give in. “Eeeeeee,” she screamed again as she danced for Gail. “Mistress Gail,” she said softly, embarrassed at the words.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” said Gail. “Now say it louder so everyone can hear.”

“Mistress Gail,” said Jenny, forcing the words out.

“That’s my pretty slave,” said Gail. “I like it much better when you obey me.”

Jenny looked like she wanted to throttle Gail, but she looked at her feet again and said, “Yes, Mistress Gail.”

“Now come and stick your head through the hole so you can see everybody and everybody can see your pretty face.”

“No,” whined Jenny. “No, please, this has gotta be a joke. You can’t… eeeeeeeeee.”

“I can’t what, Jenny?” said Gail, pleased that she’d cut off Jenny in mid sentence. “I can’t be your mistress? I can’t be serious? I can’t be the one with my finger on the switch of your electric floor? Oh, but I am. And if you don’t stick your head out this door this very instant, I’ll turn it on and leave it on until your head is out here.”

Jenny’s head poked through the door. She jerked when Gail touched her, but didn’t pull back. Gail felt a sense of power as she fitted the collar around Jenny’s head and trapped her slave in the door. Beside her Kim was pulling on the leather pants that marked her as a mistress. It appeared the other mistresses had all chosen the same course of action as the new slaves stripped and shoved their clothes out to their mistress.

Gail opened the door and pulled Jenny into the hallway still wearing the outfit that she now did not deserve. The helpless slave could do nothing as Gail disappeared behind her. Then Gail took what was hers. She unfastened the leather top and pulled it free. The new mistress walked in front of Jenny, making a show of fitting the cups of the leather bra over her tits and then fastening the bra in place.

Walking around behind Jenny again, Gail untied the drawstring that held the leather pants snug around Jenny’s hips. As she did, Jenny kicked at her, catching her in the shin. “Get away from me,” said Jenny, unwilling to give up her clothes.

Gail simply closed the door, backing Jenny into the cell again. “Oh, please, no,” whimpered Jenny. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Mistress Gail.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” said Gail. “You know how to behave or are you stupid?” She’d hated it when Jenny had called her stupid for apologizing. “ I expect you to obey and be a good slave all the time. You’ll have to be punished.” For now the only punishment she had was to use the electric floor, but then she got an idea. “If you come out and let me strip you without kicking I’ll spank you five times. If you try to kick me again or are disobedient in any way, I’ll shock you and then spank you five times.”

“I… I’ll be good, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny. Tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks as she surrendered.

Opening the door again, Gail stepped out of sight of the helpless slave. She pulled down the leather pants, leaving Jenny naked. Again she made a show of putting on the newly acquired status symbol, leaving no doubt in Jenny’s mind that a transfer of power had occurred. She wiped Jenny’s tears away, saying, “There, there, nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll learn how to make me happy soon. You’re such a pretty slave.” She turned and looked over her shoulder. Calling to the closest counselor, she said, “Rita, come look at my pretty slave.” She smiled at the astonished look on Jenny’s face when the slave heard her mistress call the counselor by her first name.

There was a spanking promised, so Gail picked up the riding crop and stepped behind Jenny. She paused to look at the nude form of her slave. For a moment she could do little more than stare as she too accepted the transfer of responsibility from Jenny to her. The nude body trembled in anticipation. Every inch of the smooth skin was hers to command. Seeing Jenny’s hands fluttering nervously about as if undecided which part of her body to hide, she remembered the handcuffs and quickly showed Jenny where her hands belonged. Then, Gail took a moment to explore her slave’s body, remembering herself just how it felt to be unable to stop her mistress from touching her in all those most private places. She ran her hands slowly down the bare back, admiring the softness of the skin and the gentle curve from shoulder blades to the small of her back and then up to her pert, round ass. Gently she reached under Jenny, cupping the growing tits. She remembered Jenny’s words on the bus even before they got to camp and said, “It’s so cool to have tits. It’s so cool to have your tits. They belong to me now.” She heard a gasp from the other side of the door and felt the nipples harden under her touch. Then her hands slid down the flat tummy to nestle in her slave’s pussy. Her hands told the slave that she was owned.

“Now it’s time for that spanking,” said Gail. She knew from experience that the anticipation and suspense of waiting for the first blow was part of the torment. She counted to ten and then smacked Jenny with a hard sharp blow. There was a satisfying moan from the other side of the door. Taking her time she delivered four more blows.

Then, Gail started to braid Jenny’s long blond hair. It had probably been years since the 13-year-old had worn pigtails, but Gail had decided that would be a way of putting Jenny in her place. As she did, she talked to her new slave. “So I was thinking about when we first met on the bus, Jenny slave. You knew what was going to happen at camp and I didn’t. You had a secret that you wouldn’t tell me. Tell me now. Tell me what you were thinking on the bus.”

“I… I… had a picture of you, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny. “I knew you were going to be my partner even before we met. I knew that meant I was going to be in charge. I knew that you were going to be my slave for the whole month. ” “Well not for the whole month,” laughed Gail. “Now you found out that there are secrets you didn’t know about, huh? You didn’t know that you’d get to be my slave. But tell me what you were thinking on the bus.” Around them the other slaves were screaming and squealing in pain and other new sensations, but Gail was calmly braiding and having a conversation with her slave.

“Um, I was thinking it was nice I would have a pretty slave,” said Jenny, blushing. “I knew that we were going to do … naughty things and I thought you had a nice body. I… I…” she tried to turn her head to look at Gail, but Gail had a firm hold of her blond tresses and held her still.

“Don’t move,” said Gail. “You’ll mess up the braids.”

“I… I don’t like braids, Mistress Gail” said Jenny.

“Like I give a shit what you like,” said Gail casually. “I think you’ll look scrumptious with braids. We’ll have to change your name to Heidi or Greta or something Swiss like that.” She smiled at the look that briefly passed over Jenny’s face. It was even more rewarding that the look faded to a look of surrender again. “Tell me the truth now, what else were you thinking on the bus.”

Jenny paused, fighting with herself. After a few seconds she said, “I was thinking how innocent you were and how much fun it would be to… show you stuff.”

Gail moved around to Jenny’s other side and started the next braid. “Yes, I suppose I should thank you for showing me stuff,” she said. “If you hadn’ t, I guess I wouldn’t know what to do with you this week. But, now I’ve got all kinds of ideas. When I get finished here, I think I’ll see how good you are at cocksucking. Then I’ll try out your pussy and your ass. Won’t that be fun?”

“N-no, not really, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny.

Gail just laughed at Jenny’s response to the rhetorical question. “Depends on your point of view, I guess,” said Gail. “So, you didn’t suck off your little brother last week?”

“No, of course not,” said Jenny.

“Hmmm, that’s one spanking coming,” said Gail.

“Spanked for not sucking his cock?”

“No, that’s not what the spanking is for, but now you have two coming.”

“For not calling you mistress, Mistress Gail?”

“That’s right, but don’t worry. After a couple of spankings you won’t forget anymore,” said Gail. “I’ll bet that next week you’ll be sucking his cock.”

“Oh, shit,” said Jenny as she realized what week four would be like for her. Gail’s hands stopped braiding, waiting for something. “I mean, oh, shit, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny hastily.

“How about up the ass? You take it up the ass last week?”

“No,” moaned Jenny. “No, Mistress Gail.” This nightmare couldn’t be true.

“I’ll get you stretched and ready for that,” said Gail. “Did you even let him fuck you in that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Yes, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny. “He just wasn’t allowed to cum in me.”

“There, that’s finished,” said Gail as she dropped the second braid. It was a hasty job, but served the purpose of reminding Jenny in another way that she was now the property of another.

Gail strapped on the dildo and pointed it at Jenny. “Open wide, pretty girl,” said Gail.

Jenny stared at the huge plastic cock pointed at her face and suddenly burst out, “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.” She looked up at Gail. “I would have been nicer if I knew you were going to get a turn.”

“That’s three spankings,” said Gail.

“Mistress Gail,” said Jenny quickly, trying to cover for her third faux pas. “Hmmm,” said Gail, ignoring Jenny’s useless attempt to correct herself. “ Then there’s the matter of what to do about your mouth. I mean, I said open and it’s not. I wonder if you can dance on the electric floor and suck cock at the same time?”

Jenny opened her mouth slightly. “Wider,” said Gail. “Wider… wider…

almost there,” she coaxed the mouth open. Then she grabbed Jenny’s pigtails and pulled the girl’s face onto the waiting dildo. Jenny struggled, but she had three inches of hard plastic in her mouth and couldn’t do anything about it.

With a firm grip on Jenny’s hair, Gail had the leverage she needed to control the slave. She slid the cock in and out a few times, making sure that she hit the back of Jenny’s throat a couple of times. “Damn, you’re gonna have to do better than that, you stupid bitch,” said Gail. “We both know I can get it all the way down my throat.” She shoved again and listened to Jenny gag. “I don’t want to disappoint your brother.”

Gail toyed with Jenny’s mouth for a little longer and then stepped behind Jenny. First she whipped Jenny five times, leaving the girl screaming in pain. “That’s one spanking taken care of,” she said. “Two more to go.” Then, she put the cock against Jenny’s tight little asshole and pushed it forward. Jenny gave a satisfying grunt as the cock violated her ass.

Time was running out, so she made sure Jenny got the feel of the cock deep inside her and then pulled it free. Gail delivered the second spanking and then penetrated Jenny’s plump pussy lips, sliding the cock to the hilt inside her slave. Finished with that, Gail gave Jenny her third spanking. “That’s enough for now,” she said as Sheila motioned her over.

The head counselor handed Gail a note card and Gail read it quickly. She couldn’t figure out what it was until Sheila said, “You know the song – I’m a little teapot?”

“Yeah,” said Gail.

“These are different words, same tune. Train her to sing it and then she’ll perform it for everyone.”

“Cool,” said Gail, rereading the embarrassing lyrics.

All the mistresses were moving to the next task, each with a different song. Gail uncuffed Jenny and pushed her back into the cell. Then, she freed Jenny from the door. Knowing that Gail wasn’t finished with her, Jenny stood waiting for the next command.

“You’re going to learn a song,” said Gail. The original song had motions to go along with it, so Gail made up movements for Jenny even though Sheila hadn ’t said anything about that part. It was clear that Jenny was embarrassed by the song, but she knew the floor under her would come alive if she didn’t behave. So, Gail was surprised when Jenny refused.

Gail flipped the switch and watched Jenny dance the electric dance and scream. When she turned it off again, Jenny was panting. “OK, OK, Mistress Gail,” she surrendered.

Jenny was a quick learner and the song was pretty simple. In a few minutes she was performing the entire song correctly. “Everyone, my slave is well trained already,” said Gail proudly.

The entire group assembled in the dining hall where the slaves had a chance to perform their songs. Since Jenny had been ready first, she got to perform first. Standing in front of the group, she considered her options. She was unfettered, but there was no place to run or hide. She could be rebellious, but that would only lead to punishment. Her ass was still sore and the memory of the metal floor was painfully near. There was only one thing she could do. She sang.

“I’m a slut puppy, firm and sleek,” she cupped her tits on the word firm and ran her hands down her sides to her hips on the word sleek. “Here is my pussy, take a peek,” she covered her pussy with her hands and then spread them on the word peek. “Tug my collar and hear me speak… arf, arf.”

The group applauded, making Jenny blush even redder. “Marvelous,” said Sheila. “She is so well behaved. You even got her to use her hands. That was nice. I knew you would be a good mistress.”

Gail beamed at the compliment and brought her slave back to kneel beside her. “Thank you, Sheila. She is a pretty slave and well behaved.” She petted Jenny gently, rewarding the slave for her obedience.

Alice got up and sang, “Lick, lick, lick your slit, that is what I want. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, licking up your cunt.”

“Again,” said Juanita. “All you slaves pay attention.”

“Lick, lick, lick your slit, that is what I want. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, licking up your cunt.”

“Let’s do it like a round,” said Juanita. “You four start and the other four join in.”

Alice and three others started, “Lick, lick, lick your slit, that is what I want.” Then the others joined in. As the first four sang, “Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, licking up your cunt,” the second four sang, “Lick, lick, lick your slit, that is what I want.” The round continued for a few passes before the mistresses cut it off with gales of laughter.

Though Jenny started off half-heartedly, when she saw Gail paying attention to her, she sang loudly. She was torn between the embarrassment of performing a silly song in the nude, the galling feeling of submitting to her former slave, and the threat of punishment.

Each of the girls performed their brief song and was praised for their obedience. Then, while the other counselors cuffed the slaves again, Sheila gave the mistresses their next guidance. “Take them out to the courtyard and lead them up onto their platform. They’ll stand there until they pee themselves. The mistress of the last one to pee gets a reward.”

Gail led Jenny out the door to the courtyard and over to the platform that had been hers for two weeks. Gail climbed up on the platform, leaving Jenny at the foot of the steps for the moment. “Come on, pretty girl,” said Gail, making sure she sounded like she was calling a dog. “Come on up and show everybody what a naked slave girl looks like.”

Jenny balked at the command, just as Gail hoped she would. The proud slave might have climbed the steps without complaint had she just been told to do so, but the idea of showing everybody what a naked slave girl looked like was too much. Gail came back down the steps with a cold look on her face and Jenny suddenly started to step up as she’d been ordered. She didn’t like the look on her mistress’ face.

“Too late now,” hissed Gail. “You want to embarrass me? You want to be a disobedient little slut? This is what you’re going to get.” She held out the riding crop. “There are four steps, so you get four swats.”

“Eeeee. Aaaaaa. Owwww. Aaaaa,” wailed Jenny through the four swats. Then Gail pulled her up just one step.

“Now there are three steps left, so you get three swats,” said Gail. Jenny looked at her in shock. She clearly thought she’d already paid for her disobedience. Jenny suffered through the three swats, moaning in pain with each one and then stepped up another step. “Just two steps left,” said Gail simply as she swatted Jenny’s helpless ass two more times. Another step and there was just one more step left. Another swat and Jenny was up on the platform.

“Hold this for me,” said Gail. She put the crop to Jenny’s mouth and let the slave bite down on it. Then she grasped Jenny’s braids again. Her face was inches from Jenny’s as she said, “Was that a blond moment, you stupid cunt? Did you forget who owns you? ‘Cause let me tell you, if you keep forgetting, I’ll just keep upping the punishment. You don’t want to play games with me. Not while you’re cuffed and helpless. Not while I can stuff you back in your cell and make you dance the hootchy cootchy ‘till you can’t scream anymore. Now you’re gonna stand up here, stand proudly so that everyone knows you have pretty little titties that belong to me. Stick your chest out and stand still.” She turned to leave and then came back, her voice low and menacing, “If you’re the last one to pee, then I won’t spank you.” She took the crop from Jenny’s mouth and walked down the steps.

The slaves were already in dire need of a bathroom break. They’d had plenty of juice and coffee for breakfast and now they were paying for the caffeine that they’d consumed. All eight of them knew exactly what was going on as they recalled they’d put their slaves through the same treatment on the first day. They held out for as long as they could because they knew the first one to pee would be spanked. Finally, Kayla couldn’t take it any longer and peed on her platform.

“Stop that at once,” shouted Julia crossly. “Nobody said you could pee.”

When Kayla had her bladder back under control, Julia came up the steps and delivered five swats. All the girls started peeing now that one had started. Only Jenny held it in. All the errant slaves got a spanking for their crude behavior even though they had really been forced to pee in public.

Gail was pleased that Jenny had held out the longest and, as promised, didn’ t spank her slave when she finally did pee. Then she led the embarrassed girl inside, let her use the toilet to finish the job and tied her up beside the other girls.

While the slaves hung by their wrists, straining on their tiptoes, the new mistresses were told how they would feed their slaves at lunchtime. After their nice lunch, the mistresses untied the aching slaves so they could be fed. Jenny struggled as she came free, but she was tired and Gail had little problem controlling her. With the help of two counselors, she got handcuffs on the naughty slave.

Pulling up on Jenny’s wrists, Gail bent her slave over. “Juanita, would you mind holding her like this while I show her what I think of her disobedience.”

The counselor held Jenny’s wrists up high and the young slave was helpless to resist. Her bare ass was sticking out and ready for a spanking. Gail chose a wooden paddle for this session and brought it soundly across Jenny’s ass. Jenny yelped in pain. The paddle was much more painful than the riding crop. Jenny had come to expect her spankings to be delivered in a series of five blows, so she was surprised when Gail kept going until she’d given her slave eight swats.

Then Gail straightened her slave up and grabbed her braids again. Tears ran down Jenny’s cheeks as Gail stared into her blue eyes. “Listen, you stupid bitch,” said Gail. “I can be nice or I can be the meanest mistress you can imagine. But, you better get it through your blond bimbo head that you belong to me.”

“I’m… I’m… I’m,” sobbed Jenny.

“You’re what?” demanded Gail. “You’re sorry? You’re only sorry when your ass is bright red. You better learn to be obedient because sorry doesn’t work anymore.”

“Y-yes, Mistress Gail,” sobbed Jenny.

Gail looked around at everyone else, surprised to see that they were staring at her. “Wow,” said Sonya, summing up the thoughts of everyone else, “I wouldn’t want to be on your bad side.”

Gail blushed, but drove her point home. “All she has to do is learn to make me happy and then we’ll get along just fine.” She caressed Jenny’s face, wiping away the tears, “Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” she said in a soft voice.

With that little diversion settled, the mistresses led their slaves back to their cells and moments later eight heads were sticking out of eight doors. Gail opened Jenny’s door and locked it in position. Like that Jenny had a perfect view of Alice’s tight ass. Gail walked around behind Jenny and slid one hot dog up Jenny’s cunt. She took the second hot dog and pressed it firmly in the crack of Jenny’s ass. “Tighten up,” she said, patting Jenny’s ass cheeks. “You better not drop that on the floor.” She watched as Jenny’s ass clenched on the hot dog.

Around front, Jenny was watching as Alice took a hot dog up her cunt and then clenched the second one between her ass cheeks. Gail reappeared in front of her. “Ready for your lunch, slave bitch?”

Jenny swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready for the humiliation that awaited her. But, as a mistress she’d told Gail and Cedric on numerous occasions to eat what they were given to keep up their strength. Now she knew that advice pertained to her as well. Then there was the fact that she was completely open to any kind of punishment that her mistress wanted to dish out. “Yes, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny. “I’m ready for lunch.”

“OK,” said Gail. “But we have a new rule. You may no longer use I, me, or Jenny to refer to yourself. You must call yourself ‘this slave.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Gail, I… this slave understands.”

“So, are you ready for lunch?”

“Yes, Mistress Gail, this slave is ready for lunch.”

“Will you eat two yummy hot dogs for me?”

“Yes, Mistress Gail, this slave will eat two… yummy hot dogs for you.”

Gail caressed Jenny’s face again, “That’s my good slave. I like it when you behave.” She really did prefer to reward Jenny rather than punish, but that was entirely up to Jenny.

Stepping aside so that Jenny could again stare at Alice’s behind, Gail said, “Now that’s what I call hot dog buns.” She looked at Jenny to see if the slave got the joke, but Jenny was not in a joking mood. “You’ve got a nice set of hot dog buns, too,” added Gail. She walked around behind Jenny and pulled the hot dog from between Jenny’s cheeks.

“You get to eat the hotdog,” said Gail, “but not the buns.” She waved the hot dog in front of Jenny, but kept it out of reach. Kim fished the hot dog from between Alice’s cheeks and the two mistresses swapped hot dogs.“

Actually, slave bitch,” said Gail. “You get to eat the one from Alice’s buns.” She offered the hot dog to Jenny who grimaced and took a bite.

When that one was gone, Gail said, “You ready for the Alice cunt juice special?”

“Yes, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny. “This slave is ready for the Alice special.”

Gail fished the hot dog from Jenny’s cunt and swapped with Kim again. “Don’ t bite,” said Gail. “Just suck her juices off first.” She slid the hot dog in Jenny’s mouth, fucking her mouth with slow, deep strokes. Then she let Jenny finish her lunch.

During the afternoon, Gail noticed that Jenny just seemed to get more defiant as time went on. She expected her pretty blond slave to get more obedient, but at the simple command to suck on her nipples, Jenny balked. Gail spanked her with three swats before Jenny agreed to comply. When it was time for a pussy licking, Gail had to spank her again. Once Jenny got her tongue going up and down Gail’s pussy, the slave finished the job quickly.

It was frustrating for Gail and she thought she was doing something wrong. She really did want a sweet, obedient slave that she could praise, but there were no opportunities for praise the rest of the day.