TRAINING SALLY

BY TOMMY

[ part 2 ]

Tim leant back in his chair and drained his glass. David put his spoon down. The mousse au chocolat had been out of this world! “I’m sorry Tim” he said laughing, “But one does not drink beer with this” he said, reaching for the bottle of Bourgogne. “You’re such a bloody philistine, I bet you’d ask for a coke to go with your Pate de foi gras!” Tim laughed and put the glass down. “Never mind that you snob, what’s next on the menu?” he asked. “It’s getting late, and our little girl down stairs is dying to suck your cock! I hope you won’t disappoint her.” David smiled. “Actually, what I’d really like before I go to bed is to fuck that beautiful ass of hers. Preferably warmed of course!” He rose and picked up the plates. “I’ll just put these in the dishwasher. Why don’t you go and check she’s okay?”

Ten minutes later he went down the old stone staircase to the basement. He heard Tim laughing. At the far end of the room the girl was waddling towards a low table Tim had pulled over to the middle. From the look of the separating bar, Tim had lengthened it another six inches. “Filthy thing had to use the bathroom” his friend explained, tapping her legs with the cane. “I said on your toes girl!” Muffled sobs came from behind her gag as the little girl pushed herself up further. “She’s had her arse well scrubbed and a nice soapy enema so she’s all ready for you!” He placed a large black pillow on the edge of the table and bent the cane almost double. “Well come on girl, bend over and let’s get started!” Sally looked first at the table and then at the cane in Tim’s hands. Please don’t let this be happening! Her eyes turned to David and seemed to be pleading with him. David looked at the pile of dust in the corner. “At least she managed to sweep up” he said looking impressed. “How many are you going to give her?” Tim smiled cruelly and winked at the trembling girl. “I was only going to give her six, but since she hasn’t obeyed my order to bend over the table, I’m making it twelve. If she doesn’t bend over in two seconds, it’s going up to twenty!” Sally had no choice. She pressed her thighs against the edge of the table and bent over till her head was touching the surface. Tears fell onto the old wooden surface, disappearing into the deep grooves scratched into the wood.

“No, not like that.” Tim pulled her back a little and pushed her down till her tummy was lying flat. Sally turned her head so her cheek was on the table. She felt the man run the cane up the inside of her leg. It moved up further until she felt it touching her private parts. “Come on girl, stick that bum up-right up!” Closing her eyes, praying for the hundredth time that it was all a dream, the young girl obeyed, lifting her plump backside higher. Please let it all be over-please! Her arms were still pulled up high behind her back and hurt so much. If only the man would loosen the chain-just for a moment. If only…

Swish-crack! The first stroke caught her right across the middle of her buttocks. Her back arched as the pain enveloped her body. Tim grinned and looked at David. “Not bad aiming eh?” he asked, pointing at the thin red line he’d produced. David nodded. It had certainly been painful but he realised that in fact it had not been a particularly hard stroke. They’d already discussed this at great length. They wanted to avoid marking her backside if possible. Tim was cleverly laying the strokes just hard enough to sting like hell, but not quite enough to cause deep bruising.

“I said, keep your bottom up!” shouted Tim at the wretched girl. “And stop wriggling! If you move or try to get up, you’ll get double!” After six strokes, he put the cane down and ran his hand gently over her sore posterior. “Painful isn’t it?” He patted her thigh. “Just another six, then it’s time for you to perform another slave girl duty!”

Sally never knew how she was able to bear the last six. She screamed behind her gag and tried to bite the red ball as the cane lashed down on her. The last two strokes fell on the top her thighs and she pushed herself further over the table in a futile attempt to avoid the painful cuts.

It was over. Tim traced the lines across her bottom. “You might have a few bruises just here, but don’t for one moment think that was a hard caning, young lady! This was just a short introduction.” He grinned at David. “All yours mate. I’m going to get a drink.” Sally hardly heard him. Her buttocks felt like they were on fire. She had to rub them-please! Suddenly she felt something cold on the hot skin. One of the men must be wiping her with cold water. So nice! She started to relax a little. Just don’t stop for a while. Fingers danced all over her bottom and thighs, cooling her down. Occasionally they seemed to find their way between her legs, teasing her little pussy. For all the discomfort, she found herself lifting her hindquarters higher. Other fingers eased their way between her buttocks and she felt one brush her bum hole. A few second later, she felt it again. This time it stayed and she felt it playing with her. It seemed to be wiping something slippery between her bum cheeks. Then it pushed up inside her and her anus instinctively contracted. This continued for a few minutes. Her bottom still felt hot, her arms were aching and her legs tired, but for now her attention was fixed only on what was happening to her private parts.

Again, a finger pushed inside her. It felt even more slippery now. Then two fingers. That was not so nice. It felt too tight, too….The finger teasing her pussy suddenly delved a bit deeper and her pubic area seemed to tingle. Just a bit deeper, just a little. There was something there desperately begging to be touched. She had no idea what it was exactly. In bed she sometimes touched herself there but had never made it tingle like this before.

She was so intent on the finger edging ever closer to her throbbing young clitoris that she hardly noticed when the fingers in her bum hole were removed. Her anus twitched, then relaxed as she felt something touch the entrance. The fingers had been uncomfortable at first but they seemed somehow to make the tingle stronger. It took a few seconds for her to realise that something different was being pushed in this time. Her anus contracted but it was too late. All thoughts of what the fingers in her pussy were doing vanished as she felt the man’s thing pushing further inside her bottom. Twisting her head, she tried to wriggle but was pushed harder against the table. She choked behind her gag. Stop..please stop! It was so painful.

David grabbed the girl’s hips and held her firmly. The small girl was exhausted. For a second she relaxed and he pushed his cock further inside. “Might as well get used to it” he whispered, a trickle of sweat running down his nose. “You’re going to be getting this every day for the next few weeks!” He chuckled as he imagined how she’d cope with Tim’s monster. Pursing his lips he started to thrust himself forward until his cock was completely buried inside her hot anus. “You liked what I was doing to your pussy, didn’t you?” he asked, fucking her faster. “Your little clit is just begging for attention. You’re a very naughty little girl for getting so excited and for that you’ll have to be punished. I’m sure the other master will want to punish you himself. “ David felt himself starting to come. Her buttocks were bouncing all over the place. The feeling of her tight anus around his cock was ecstatic! “And we’ll have to have a closer look inside your pussy first-don’t you think?”

He opened his mouth in a silent scream and pumped his hot juice deep in the girl’s rectum. For thirty seconds he just stood immobile. No orgasm had ever been quite like this! The feel of the girl’s anal sphincter squeezing his penis brought him down to earth. “Fuck’s sake girl, you’ve just about emptied my balls!” he said , his breathing slowly returning to normal. He pulled his cock out slowly and wiped it up and down between her buttocks. He smiled at the way she clenched them, trying to ease the soreness. A few soft moans escaped her gag. He heard a noise behind him and turned. Tim was at the door grinning. “Good was she?” he asked, rubbing the bulge in his trousers. “Lovely tight arse she’s got” replied David, pulling up his pants. He nodded towards the girl still bent over the table. “Why don’t you have a go yourself?”

“Perhaps later. I was rather thinking of another blow-job.” Tim walked over and slapped the girl sharply on her right buttock. “Stand up!” Sally obeyed slowly, every muscle aching as she straightened up. Her red face matched her backside. Tears dropped on the floor as she turned to face the two men. She didn’t know which part of her body hurt the most. If only it could all stop. Just wake up. She saw Tim looking at her legs and quickly forced herself up on her toes. Her legs screamed out for rest. If only…

“She’s been rather naughty, I’m afraid” explained David. “Her pussy started to get quite hot. I think we should examine it rather closely.” Tim nodded. “Why not try the double stocks then? Just what we need.” David gave him a hand to lift the heavy wooden device onto the table. Two blocks of wood were hinged together forming three holes for the slave’s head and arms. On top of this was a second set with holes wider apart for the ankles.

Sally stared at the men in terror as they lifted her on the table. What were they going to do? Please no more..please.. She felt her hands being untied and the separating rod removed. Any relief she may have felt was short-lived as one of the men pushed her onto her back and positioned her head and arms on the stocks. Within seconds, the wooden block was closed and fastened. “There you are, nice and secure” she heard Tim say, laughing. The neck hole was built for an adult and allowed Sally plenty of movement, nevertheless, a wave of terror engulfed the girl. What were they doing? Please no! the wooden blocks stopped her seeing what was happening. Please don’t hurt me…please..

She felt her legs being lifted and pulled up to her head. The holes for her ankles were even wider than the separating rod and she screamed silently as her legs were securely locked in the stocks. The men were quiet. She heard them breathing, but held in this position, she could only see the roof of the basement. Blinking back tears she thought of how she must look now to the men. Her legs were pulled so wide apart and held so far back that her bottom was almost lifted off the table. She felt cold air waft between her pussy lips and then over her bum-hole. She groaned in shame. Not just her pussy, even her bottom hole was completely on show.

Her body cried out for rest. As one part of her mind tried hard to convince her this was all a dream, another part of her recognised the awful truth. What if it was real? What were they going to do to her afterwards? For a few seconds, every muscle in her tensed as she considered the possibilities.

A hand lifted her backside higher and she felt a cushion being pushed underneath her lower back. Not quite as uncomfortable now. What if…? Her mind toyed with the strange ideas that flew past her. What if she were to try and be good? A good obedient little girl? Would they be nicer to her? Perhaps let her go home? Yes..perhaps. But what if…

Her thoughts were interrupted. Something was stroking her leg, very, very gently. She tensed. A finger stroked her thigh. This continued for a few minutes. No-one talked. She heard only the gentle breathing of the two men as their hands moved over her, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Something touched her bum-hole. She shivered as a finger slid slowly inside her. Someone laughed. The familiar tingling returned. She couldn’t help herself. Someone was running their finger around her pubic mound, now it drifted slowly between her pussy lips. Despite her exhaustion, the little girl tried to clench her buttocks in an attempt to move her pussy upwards. The finger seemed to be teasing her, starting to probe deeper then quickly moving out again. If only it would stay there for a while longer, or just go a little deeper. If it would just…. As if reading her mind, the finger pushed a little deeper and caressed her tiny clitoris. Electricity enveloped her sweaty little body. The finger stayed where it was, delicately nudging her magic button. Her buttocks writhed as the tingling grew more powerful. Just a few more seconds, please! Please don’t let it stop yet! The tingling grew so strong it blanked out everything. Waves of orgasm coursed through her young body. Yes, oh let it last for ever! Yes, yes!

The finger stopped moving. Her world came crashing down. One of the men put his face close to hers. “Well well, you really are a very naughty little slave-girl aren’t you!” Tim snarled. “I can see we’re going to have to teach your pussy a lesson!” Sally saw the look in the man’s eyes and grunted behind her gag. She felt him touch her sticky pussy again. “Quite frankly, I think it needs a good caning” He disappeared from view and she suddenly felt the familiar feel of his cane tapping her between the legs. No! No, he wouldn’t! Please not the cane…not there!!

Tim winked at Dave and prodded the girl’s anus with the tip. “Of course, I might be tempted to use a strap instead of the cane.” He picked up a long thin leather belt and waved it above her head. “First, you’re going to give me another blow-job. If you do it better than the first time, I’ll use the strap. If not, your pussy gets the cane!”

Before she had time to absorb what he’d said, she felt herself being released from the stocks and dragged off the table. Dave fastened her hands behind her back again while Tim replaced the separating rod. Looking into her tired frightened eyes, he grinned. “I’m taking your gag out again so not a sound!” With the ball out of her mouth, the small girl licked her lips and swallowed nervously. He was going to make her suck his thing again! She felt sick but the alternative was far worse.

Tim lowered his pants and leaned against the table. “This time, you tease it first all over with your tongue. Use your nose and mouth to tickle my balls. Do it nice and slowly. When I tap your head, start sucking hard like before!”

Dave watched fascinated as the exhausted girl fell on her knees and started kissing his friend’s enormous cock. She’d been with them less than a day and already she was acting like an experienced prostitute. Her tongue darted all over his balls, her little nose nuzzling them gently. Tim shut his eyes and let his head fall back. This was like nothing on earth! Opening one eye, he quickly tapped the girl’s head. He couldn’t hold off any longer. Sally took the swollen tip of his penis into her mouth, praying silently that she wouldn’t make any mistakes. Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to please him. Please, oh please don’t let it last much longer! Her arms and legs screamed out for rest. If only they’d untie her for a minute-just one minute.

Tim groaned. Hot semen filled the girl’s mouth. Sally swallowed as quickly as she could while keeping the man’s penis firmly in her mouth. She mustn’t let it fall out whatever happened!

Thirty seconds passed. Tim watched the little girl in amusement as she sucked his shrinking cock, obviously terrified of any juice escaping.

“Did you like that?” he asked her quietly. The girl looked scared for a second, then nodded. Anything, anything to keep the men happy. Perhaps they wouldn’t hurt her so much. “I hope you agree that you deserve a pussy whipping girl” he continued, looking serious. “Do you think your pussy should be punished?”

Sally nodded again. She’d sucked the man’s thing and hadn’t dropped anything. Surely he wouldn’t hurt her too much?

Dave helped his friend sit the girl on the table. “I’ve got an idea” said Tim, unchaining the girl’s hands. Sally sobbed as he lay her down. “No stocks for the pussy whipping girl!” he explained. He took her hands and tied them to where the separating rod was attached at each knee. He winked at Dave and lifted her legs back over her tummy to her shoulders.

“For punishments I expect you to hold this position” he continued, showing her how to support her legs. “Keep a firm grip behind the knees and don’t let your legs fall! All we’re interested in is that naughty little pussy of yours.” He stroked her sweaty pubic mounds with the back of his hand. “Since it’s your first time, I’m only going to give you six lashes, but if you don’t keep your legs held up high, I’ll use the cane!”

Sally gripped her legs as though hypnotised. Through her tears he saw the other man looking at her, a look of concern on his face. For a second her glance fell between her legs where her young soft pussy was being presented for punishment. She flinched as Tim ran the back of his hand between her legs. For a few seconds he let his hand linger on her little mound. He smiled. “From now on, this belongs to us and we will have to show you all the things you can do with it.” He looked across at David and winked. “Only now, it has to be punished for getting so wet and hot when we were playing with it. Keep those legs well apart!”

Why she obeyed so willingly she couldn’t explain. Tim watched with amusement as the girl gripped her legs tightly and opened them a little wider. He dangled the thin strap in front of her and allowed the end to tickle her tummy.

“I think I need a bit of practice before I start!” Tim wrapped the end of the thin belt around his hand and whipped it lightly down between her legs. Sally flinched as the end hit her right between her pussy lips. Please no! He couldn’t really whip her there-could he?”

“Okay, let’s start!” The shivering girl watched in horror as the man gripped the belt tighter. “Keep your legs pulled well up over your head!” he ordered, licking his lips in anticipation. “If you try to close your legs or put them down, it’ll be the cane-and for every time I have to use it on your pussy, you’ll get a double dose on your backside. Here goes!”

He raised the belt and slashed it down hard. The soft leather caught her on the inside of the leg, the end wrapping round her plump thigh. Sally screamed behind her ball gag. David looked at the red mark appearing and laughed. Tim looked angry. “Damn! I missed her pussy.” The next stroke landed across her left pussy lips. Sally moaned and gripped her legs as hard as she could, her knuckles white. She mustn’t move-she mustn’t! If this was painful, she had no doubt that the cane would be twice as worse.

The third stroke fell on her other thigh, making Tim curse again. He looked at the red stripes and winked at David. “They’ll be gone by tomorrow with any luck.” David nodded. The ordeal was clearly painful for the girl but they’d chosen the strap with great care, ensuring the leather was light enough not to cause too much damage. The pussy whippings were great fun, but the girl had to last two weeks.

The sixth stroke seemed to be the hardest and the tip slashed down hard, catching the girl right in the centre of her pussy.. Sally let go of her legs and twisted her body in a futile attempt to bring her knees together. She felt someone grab the bar separating her knees. Her vision was blurred by the tears but she saw Tim grinning cruelly.

Thirty seconds passed. “Well, well, well. Our little slave girl’s pussy is obviously desperate to feel the cane” he said softly. “Better hold your legs very still this time or I’ll carry on till you learn!”

Sally grasped her knees and prayed that she’d be able to keep still. Just this one stroke-please let her keep still-please! She felt the cane bouncing up and down on her sore pubic mound, then heard it being raised.

David looked on in a mixture of horror and excitement as his friend whipped the cane down across her glistening mound. The crack echoed around the room. Sally arched her back as the pain hit her-like someone running a blowtorch between her legs. Somehow she managed to keep a firm hold of her legs.

“Good girl, you took it well” she heard Tim say. “Just two more strokes on your backside and we’re finished for today. Stay nice and still, or I’ll have to start all over again!”

She barely had time to take this in before the cane landed across her buttocks, making her gasp in agony. The second stroke followed immediately, overlapping the first. Excruciating though it was, she was grateful it had been on her bum, not her pussy.

The next few minutes seemed to Sally a sort of blur. Rough hands released her from the table and stood her up. Totally broken, she hobbled over to the shower annexe on her tip toes, the pain from her pussy and buttocks masking the pain from her tired limbs. The separating bar was taken from her legs and the ball gag removed. One of the men gave her water to drink followed by a crust of bread which she devoured in seconds. She was allowed to pee, then washed, more gently than before, and felt cream being applied to her sore red skin. Some kind of nightgown was pulled over her head.

The girl was already asleep as David carried her to the cell at the other end of the basement. He placed her on the large bed and stroked her hair gently. Tim sat the other side and ran his finger over her thin black see-through nightgown. “Poor little girl” he said sarcastically. “Such a hard day!” David raised her gown and slid his hand up the inside of her leg. “We forgot the butt-plug” he said, looking thoughtful. “Not to worry though, I might just come down and see her later tonight and put it in then.” Tim laughed. “When you do, don’t forget to put a bit more of that steroid cream between her legs and over her bum. By tomorrow, she should be ready for another pussy whipping.” He grinned. “Make sure you use a bigger butt-plug. I’m looking forward to using that nice arse of hers tomorrow morning!”


Sally opened her eyes sleepily but it was dark in the room. The sheets were pulled back. Someone lifted her gently and turned her over onto her tummy. She felt her nightie being pulled up. A waft of cold air blew over her bare bottom. Too tired to put up any resistance, she felt her hips being raised and her knees pushed forward. Something touched her bum-hole. Fingers pushed something cold and wet inside her. Please let the man do it quickly! She desperately wanted to sleep. As if reading her mind, David started to push his hard cock deep into her bum. The bed shook as his rhythmic thrusting built up speed. Used to the discomfort by now, Sally kept her eyes shut tight and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. David groaned and pulled her back slightly onto his groin. Why did he always come so quickly? The girl’s arse was amazing! Silence for a few seconds.

She felt him release her and rolled onto her side. Fingers probed her wet little anus again. No, please, not again! Just let her sleep-please! Something hard and cold was pressed between her buttocks. It felt like that strange thing the man had put in her right at the beginning. It would be over in a few seconds and she could go to sleep and…. Sally opened her eyes in horror as the pain grew in intensity. Her small anus was being stretched more and more. What was he putting in her? She started to cry and tried to turn but strong hands held her on her side. “Nearly there” she heard him say. “No, no, please don’t!” she wailed in a tired voice. David pushed the butt-plug in all the way and laughed. Quickly he smeared some more steroid cream where the cane and belt had left marks. “I do believe you just broke a very important rule about talking” he said, pulling her nightie back down over her hips. He covered her with the bedclothes and stood up. “I think you’ll find the other master will be quite angry with you tomorrow.” He paused at the door. “I suggest that you show him what a good little slave girl you can be. You never know. He might not cane you quite so hard.”

Sally turned and held her pillow. The tears flowed freely. It wasn’t a dream was it? It was all real-so very, very real! She must be good-she must! Not the awful cane again-please! It hurt so much! Images of whips and canes danced around her in the darkness.