SUSAN, FOSTER CHILD

BY UNKNOWN

I answer the telephone and am greeted by a quiet, calm and controlled female voice. “Mr Alexander?” She asks. I reply in the affirmative. “Mr Alexander, I believe you have registered as a possible foster carer for children in need.”

“Yes, that’s correct”.

“My name is Alice Woodhouse and I’m with the Department of Juvenile Corrections. We are looking for a placement for a child in need of particular care. The child has committed no crime other than being abandoned and in need of a guardian. Mr Alexander, If the child cannot be placed in foster care, she will have to be sent to a correction facility. Would you be available to accept this child?”

“Now listen”, I continue. “I have stipulated that I am only prepared to take female children between the ages of seven and twelve or before puberty. I will not take uncontrollable runaway teenagers. I have also stipulated that I must be allowed to discipline any girl placed in my care as I see fit and without interference from the authorities”.

“Yes, of course Mr Alexander. I have your file in front of me and that is why I believe that you are the perfect choice for this girl. Her name is Susie Harper and she is not quite ten years of age. And as for discipline, if this little girl is not entered into a strict regime of intense discipline as soon as possible, she will most certainly end up in one of our harshest juvenile institutions. Believe me when I say that you will be doing her a great favour by subjecting her to regular corporal punishment and I will personally see to it that there will be no interference from this department”.

“Very well, Ms Woodhouse, if you would care to bring her to my home, I shall examine her and decide if she is suitable. I suggest you in instruct her to be on her best behaviour for if I detect any hint of insurrection in her manner it will be back to the correctional facility with her. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal clear, Mr Alexander. This is her last chance to be accepted into foster care. She will be made well aware of your requirements and the consequences of her failure to gain a placement with you. And thank you so much for your consideration sir. We shall be at your home within the hour”.

You look up at a very glum and sober Ms Woodhouse as she hangs up the phone. “This is your last hope of avoiding the correctional house, Susan. According to the file, Mr Alexander has fostered girls for us in the past and is very particular about what type of girl he will allow into his home”.

“Please Ms Woodhouse, I shall do anything and everything to please him. I don’t want to go to…. well, you know where. Please, just tell me what to do.

“Very well Susan. Firstly, you must be absolutely obedient. You must not refuse any kind of order given you by Mr Alexander no matter how unpleasant you think it may be. You must always refer to Mr Alexander as either “Sir” or “My Lord” or even “Master” if he so demands. Do not ever show pride or disrespect. Mr Alexander will be given full authority to discipline you as he sees fit. Remember girl, if he finds you unsatisfactory, you will be sent to the ‘you know where’ where you will be treated as a common criminal with no freedom and no hope for the future. This is your final chance Susan Harper!”

You hang your head. “Yes Ms Woodhouse. I’ll do everything you say”.

I open the door to the punishment cell to inspect its condition. After all, it hasn’t been used for over six months and with a new occupant imminent, I need to check that all is in order. Upon descending the iron spiral staircase, I survey the room with its sandstone walls, restraining apparatus and instruments of cruel corporal punishment. The timber flogging frame in the classic ‘X’ shape is pivoted at its fulcrum allowing a full 360 degrees rotation. It stands just a little over five and a half feet high, the ideal size to restrain a four foot tall girl, with her arms fully extended. It is mounted on a raised circular dais designed to bring the body of my little victims to a more convenient height for the application of the cat and the bullwhip. I check the wrist and ankle straps. I do not tolerate any freedom of movement that may afford any part of the body protection from my hideous lash. The whip will fall when I decide, where I decide and, with what force I decide to apply it. There are also an assortment of spreader bars attached to chains and winding ratchets. These are used to allow a variety of suspension positions designed to give me unbridled access to the most tender areas of my little victims’ bodies, the areas I most love to attend to. Satisfied that all is in readiness, I retire to the bedroom to change my attire to something more befitting a dominant in his role as applicator of severe corporal punishment. Skin tight leather pants and Nazi-type jackboots are all that is required. I’m naked from the waist up as I squeeze each of my nipples to insert my favourite nipple rings. My chest and abdomen are rock hard from years of dedication to physical fitness. My skin is golden tanned and almost completely devoid of hair. I admire my own body as I attach the coiled five foot bullwhip to my belt.

You stare out the car window as the lights of the city and its suburbs grow sparser until eventually there is only the headlamps of other highway users to break the darkness. The car turns off the main highway and ten minutes later turns again. Its been some fifteen minutes since you have seen another house as Ms Woodhouse veers into Mr Alexander’s driveway. The house is a large old country manor, eerie and uncompromising with its stone walls and 18th century architecture. It should be frightening to you, you should be sick with fear, but in reality you have never been so excited in your life. Words such as ‘Sir, Lord, Master and discipline’ keep rolling over and over in your mind. What do they mean? Why do you find them so arousing. You can’t wait to find out.

Ms Woodhouse ushers you to the front door and raps three times with the knocker. You hear movement from within and slowly the door opens. It is now that our eyes meet for the first time. But words need not be spoken for we each know our place, the dominant and the submissive, the master and the slave, the punisher and the penitent. Ms Woodhouse is somewhat taken back by my appearance but you are awash with excitement and anticipation.

“Mr Alexander?”, she asks thinking that she may have the wrong house.

“Yes, that’s correct”, I answer. “And you must be Mrs Alice Woodhouse from the Department of Juvenile Corrections?”

“Please Mr Alexander, call me Alice. And it is MISS”.

“My apologies Alice, and this must be Susie. Please do come in”.

Alice pushes you through the door and into the hallway. I walk ahead and indicate the direction of the grand study for the both of you to follow. I offer only Miss Woodhouse a chair as you are left to stand.

“Mr Alexander”, Alice starts but I cut her off.

“Before we discuss the matter, Alice, I would like young Susan here to be made fully aware of her status by assuming a kneeling position with her back perfectly straight and hands placed upon her head”.

“Yes, of course, Mr Alexander. Susan!” She raises the pitch and volume of her voice. “You heard Mr Alexander, kneel and keep your back straight and your hands clasped together on the top of your head until you are directed to do otherwise”.

“Yes mam, yes Mr Alexander”, your compliance is immediate.

“And further Alice”, I continue. “As I said to you on the telephone earlier, I will need to examine the girl before deciding on her acceptance or otherwise, therefore I also require her to be completely naked”.

You are shocked.

“NAKED!” you scream.

“Is this the way she usually responds to a command?” I ask.

“Susan, immediate obedience”, Ms Woodhouse demands and reluctantly you begin to comply. One by one your clothes fall to the floor until you are completely naked. “Now, on your knees and hands on your head, girl”.

“Yes mam”.

“Would you care for a glass of wine, Alice?” I ask.

“Thank you, Mr Alexander, that is very kind of you”.

I pour two glasses and we both sit comfortably to discuss your immediate future.

“Well Alice, so young Susan here is in need of foster care”.

“Yes Mr Alexander, if Susan is not placed before this weekend, she will be deemed to be a neglected child and will be placed in a correction facility for an indefinite period”.

“Well, I may accept her, but under very strict conditions. First and foremost, I am a strict disciplinarian and must be granted complete discretion to administer punishment to Susan as I see fit. I will not require a reason to punish Susan and disciplinary sessions will not be limited in any way, in fact may even last for several hours”.

“Mr Alexander, the Department is well aware of the conditions you place on your acceptance of placements. Not only do we condone your actions but we encourage them. All too often foster carers adopt a policy of appeasement when dealing with their charges. Susan, for example has simply walked all over her last two carers because they were far too soft on her. Why I doubt if she has received more than a few dozen spankings and a couple of canings in the last two years”.

“I can assure you Miss Woodhouse, I have no time for trivial punishments such as spanking and caning. It will be the whip, the whip and more of the whip for Susan tonight”.

“Then you will take her, Mr Alexander?” Miss Woodhouse asks expectantly. “Yes Alice, I will, indeed I will.

The Inspection

“Come closer Susan”, I command.

I run my hands over your kneeling little body, carefully examining and squeezing your nipples. You arch your back and thrust your chest toward my probing hands. I caress you gently then run the forefinger of my right hand into your pussy. Your very wet, wetter than I thought a girl your age could ever get. You close your eyes and slowly begin to gyrate your little hips. I desist from pleasuring you and pick up a thin whippy cane. I point to your nipples and turn to Miss Woodhouse.

“I intend to punish Susan quite severely in this area”. I move the cane toward your pussy. “And also this area. Do you think your department will approve?”

“Probably not”, She answers. “But it makes little difference for I DO approve and since I am Susan’s case manager, it is I who decide what is best for Susan.

“I also intend to invite guests to enjoy the girl’s suffering which will be very severe”.

“Guests”, you think to yourself. “I’m going to be put on show and punished like never before in front of GUESTS! Oh god I can’t wait for it to start”.

“Again I approve, Mr Alexander. Witnesses to punishment play an important role in increasing the degree of humility suffered. Although I do trust that the physical pain will be such that Susan will eventually care little about her humility”.

“I can assure of that, Alice. I can assure you of that!”

I place a dog collar around your neck.

“I think it is time Susan, to show you to the punishment facility where I shall begin your training. I expect our first session will last until morning, Alice. Would you like to stay as my guest?”

“I certainly would, Mr Alexander, but alas I have other pressing commitments. Perhaps in a week or so I may be able to drop in and see how Susan is progressing”.

“Of course Alice, then I can expect to hear from you then?”

“Indeed, I shall be in contact.”

I escort Miss Woodhouse to the door leading you on all fours. Your humiliation has begun. I bid Alice goodbye and turn to you.

“Susan, tonight is going to be a night you won’t forget in a hurry. I know that as yet, you have done nothing wrong or breached any rules, but punishment here is not necessarily a result of rule infringements or the like, but a result of my desire for pleasure. And I am going to take great pleasure in flogging you in every manner possible.”

Your head is bowed and you begin to sob. “Please have pity on me master”. You don’t know why you used that word, it just seemed appropriate for the occasion.

“Come now Susan, your place in life is to suffer, suffer for the pleasures of your masters. Now through this door and down the stairs. Your are not permitted to walk down, you must crawl on all fours like a dog”.

“Yes master”, you obey.

Susan’s Destiny

With great difficulty you descend the iron spiral staircase on all fours. I lead you to the instrument rack where you finally realise the full impact of the reality of your plight. Ten flogging instruments hang menacingly from the rack, the least severe on the left and graduating to the most harsh and my favourite, the heavy bull whip on the right. I allow you to select the instrument that will be your bedfellow for the rest of the night. To your credit, Susan you do not choose the lightest whip but instead a medium range singled tailed flogger about four foot long.

“Perhaps we need to work up to the heavy bull whip, Susan, and this mini version is a perfect way to start”.

“Yes master”, you reply respectfully.

I attach leather cuffs to your wrists and lift you onto the padded torture bench and take a cuff to your right ankle. Your legs flop apart and I admire the little pink opening of your hairless pussy while I secure cuffs to both ankles in turn.

“To the centre of the room and raise your arms, slave Susan”, I command.

You love that word SLAVE. Just the mention of it sends a current into your pussy that gyrates around and makes your entire little body shudder. Your compliance is immediate and I attach the ‘O’ rings in the wrist straps to the slip ring on the end of the rope above your head. Each ankle strap is similarly secured to short ropes fastened to the floor. Next I crank the overhead rope pulling your arms tighter and tighter until your are on tip-toes and then finally off the floor altogether. I inspect my work and admire your childish beauty before picking up the whip.

“Susan”, I begin. “While your are a guest in my house you will be flogged every day”. I raise the whip and lash it down across your arse. You take a deep breath and pull hard on your bonds as the pain engulfs you. “Each flogging session will last a minimum of on hour”. CRACK. The lash snakes across your flanks and you let out a little whimper. “Guests will be invited to witness and take part in your whippings” CRACK, CRACK, your back and arse bear the brunt of the next two stingers. You throw your head back and you try to twist your body but, alas, you cannot. I move in front of you and my arm raises. The whip snaps across your nipples once, twice three times. I examine your reaction. Your are tough, very tough, in fact tougher than any first-timer I’ve ever had the pleasure of torturing in my hideous dungeon. “You shall be flogged by two, even three people at one time and they will afford you no mercy. CRACK one across your belly leaves a bright red line in its wake. “You shall learn to pleasure me and others whilst taking the whip. CRACK, CRACK two across your pussy this time and eventually you scream out. But it’s not a plea for mercy. “You will even be flogged by young aristocratic girls of your own age, girls of high breeding who will have little pity on you as they relish in the pleasure of laying the lash across your little titties”. CRACK, your pussy bears the first of many. Your pleading again, but not for mercy. I lay five more hard accurate strokes into you cute little slit as your body twists and contorts and your screams, your beautiful screams fill the chamber. “You will be assaulted in very hole and treated like the little slut that you are. CRACK, CRACK across your tits and a few more for good measure. “Just forty-five minutes to go, Susan, and I think it is time to dispense with this toy and introduce you to the brute. You look in horror as I coil up the smaller whip and replace it on its hook only to reach for number ten, the heavy bull whip.”

With just a grip on the handle, I let the eight foot beast uncoil onto the floor. I take two steps back and crack it in the air. I love the look of horror on your face. You’re pleading again and this time it is for mercy.

“Please master, you’ll scare me for life, maybe even kill me with that horrible thing”.

“No, No dear”, is my reply. “It is every bit as painful as it looks, but I can assure you it will not scar you in any way that won’t heal with time, and, as for killing you, there may be times when you wish you could die, but I will not be allowing you such respite from your torture by terminating your life for terminating your life means terminating your pain which also means terminating my pleasure and we don’t want that to happen, do we dear?”

“No, master”.

“Very well then”.

I raise the brute and for you, a new experience in pain and suffering becomes reality.