The Adventures of Karen - Part 14 - Discipline

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Andy blushed as heard Ken announce him as Andrea.  He had never thought of himself in that way although he had had fantasies where he had been forcibly dressed as a woman, as a girl.  Now that the fantasy was reality he was not so sure.  As the thoughts raced through his head he was startled when Karl called him across.

'Now, my dear!', more embarrassment, 'show me what's under your pretty apron.'

Andy/Andrea dutifully lifted the skimpy apron to reveal his manhood, tightly strapped and slightly erect.  As he felt the eyes of his owners on him he felt an undeniable thrill and, as had often happened before, he could not control his cock from stiffening a little more.

'Excellent, my dear, quite the exhibitionist' Karl spoke across to his wife, 'he is doing well here.  Let us hope he is as good serving at table.'

With that he gestured Andy across to the side of the room where a fine array of food was neatly stored.  It was strange that even though they had been in the house for some time, even though they had been fed well, neither he nor Karen had ever seen any other staff except Ken and Lisa.  Staff, that is, in the more conventional sense.

Greta sensed his confusion and explained.

'Andrea, my dear, our other servants prepare the food, and do the menial tasks around our home, but you and our other slaves are very special and you will always remain that way.  Remember that you and your lover will serve us in very special ways!'

Andy looked at the Mistress and murmured his thanks but he was stopped immediately.

'When you are in here serving us you will behave like a true maid, a curtsy perhaps, or, and I like it better, you may answer with 'Yes Ma'am' or 'Yes Sir'. Is that clear?'

Andy nodded and, feeling that a curtsy was beyond him, murmured an abject 'Yes Ma'am' and proceeded to serve the meal.

The meal proceeded uneventfully apart from dropping some cutlery on the floor.  As soon as he did so, Karl stood up and shouted.

'Come here you useless little slut.'

Andy came to stand in front of the Master and waited.

'Give me one of those clips in your pocket', now Andy knew that the clips he had found earlier were there for a purpose, 'and lift your apron.'

Andy offered a clip to the Master and lifted his apron.

'There, that should remind you', Karl none too gently clipped Andy's scrotum, 'to perform properly.  Every mistake you make will be punished, and we have plenty of places to use for these little beauties!'

'Yes Sir, thank you Sir', Andy responded in the best, the safest, way that he could think of.

By the end of the meal he was wearing three scrotum clips and one nipple clip, all of which felt quite uncomfortable, but, considering that he had found a dozen or more in his pocket, Andy felt that he had got off pretty lightly.

Karl and Greta finally stood up and left the table.

'Come with us Andrea, we have something you should look at, you may learn something from it!'

As they led the way down the corridor Andy followed several paces behind with his head bowed in a manner that he  thought reflected his new lowly status.  When they stopped and turned into a room, Andy was surprised to see that it was the one he had peered into earlier.

Once he was inside it became clear that the whole of one wall was covered with television monitors.  In front of them was a comprehensive control console that allowed the user, (or users), to select any one of several dozen cameras and control and zoom and focus them at will.  On an adjoining wall there was a bank of video recorders and it was quite clear that Karl had taken full advantage of some of the sophisticated products that his many companies designed and built.

As Greta and her husband took their places at the console they gestured Andy to stand between and slightly behind them.

'Now, look at these screens and you will be pleasantly surprised', Greta turned to him, 'at how much we can see and hear.'

As she spoke she turned back to the console and selected the picture from one of the monitors and switched it to the main screen in the center of the wall.  With a few deft clicks and button pushes Andy could see that this was a color view of what could only be Karen's new cage, her new home.  What shocked him was the sight of her, quite naked, standing against some bars with her arms pushed through them and held tightly around another naked girl, who could only be Lisa.

Greta adjusted another switch and sounds could be heard clearly.  Whatever Lisa was doing was not quite clear as her hands were covered by Karen's naked body but it seemed that one hand could be caressing a breast and the other almost certainly was feeling, stroking, between Karen's slightly parted legs.  Whatever was going on it was apparent that Karen was a more than willing recipient of Lisa's attention.

The sound of heavy breathing could be clearly heard in the room and all three watched in silent concentration.

Suddenly a voice, Karen's voice without doubt, could be heard.

'Please, please, now!  Don't stop!  I'm going to cum again!  I'm cumming sooooooon!'  As she spoke she stood slightly away from Lisa.  It was clear that she was being masturbated by Lisa who evidently had been working her fingers in and out of Karen's wet warm folds for some time.  Even from the angle of the camera it was clear that Lisa's fingers were wet, very wet, with Karen's juices.

Suddenly Lisa changed her action and concentrated on the undoubtedly sensitive clitoris she had in her grasp.  Karen wriggled and squirmed but made no effort to pull away from Lisa's fast moving fingers.

'Oh god, yesssss, yesssssss, yes!  Cummmmmmmmminnnnnnng!   Oh yes, so good, so good!'  Karen was shuddering in her orgasm blissfully unaware that she was being observed.

'Oh yes!', Greta broke the silence in the viewing room, 'Those girls will be punished later, they did not have permission to play with each other or to pleasure each other until they cum.  We will study the tapes later and then decide on an appropriate punishment.'

With that she flicked a switch and the picture on the main display faded, leaving only the smaller monitor image.

Andy could see that all of the cameras were active and clearly it was impossible for anyone to move around the house and especially around the dungeon and the cage area without every movement, every sound being recorded.

'Now, the real reason why we brought you here.  What you have just seen was a bonus for you, but the real purpose is this.'

Karl addressed Andy as he operated some switches on his control panel.  The main screen lit up again and the whirring of a video recorder could be heard.  The image brightened to show a small room furnished only with a couple of soft chairs and an adjustable frame, clearly intended for restraining and positioning the occupant in any way that may be required.

Karl pressed a switch and the image froze as the tape was set on 'Hold'.

'In a moment you will see your companion, slave Ken being brought into our special discipline room to be punished for some offence, which need not concern you.  What I want you to observe, and learn from , is how he receives his punishment, how he responds.'

He paused and stared intently at Andy.

'It is in your own interest to learn and learn quickly because this is how all of our slaves are expected to behave when they are being punished', he glanced at his wife, who smiled at him, 'and punished you most certainly will be!'

 Greta continued, staring at Andy with an evil glint in her eye.

'Look very carefully Andrea, be sure that you will be tested very soon indeed'

There was a click as the tape was restarted and the image cleared and sharpened as two people walked into the field of view, the two people, Andy thought, who now owned him in every sense of the word.  Following them was a naked Ken, head bowed, but even in this situation his manhood still showed signs of tumescence, of swelling, though through anticipation or through recent manipulation it was not possible to tell.

Voices came from the speakers as he was instructed.

'Stand against the frame while I strap you in position.'

Karl walked across to Ken who had obediently spread his legs wide and his arms over his head.  With swift and practised movements Karl strapped Ken tightly to the frame and then he went over to some controls which had the effect of pulling Ken even more spread-eagled and then bending him over so that his bare, unprotected ass was positioned as the main focus of attention.

Karl walked out of view and quickly returned with what appeared to be a broad leather strap, with the end slit into three or four broad fingers.

'Yes, today we will use the tawse on you, I feel that is an appropriate little friend for you!'

Ken looked apprehensively at the leather device.

'It never did me any harm when I was at school y'know', Karl gloated as his wife smirked, 'as a matter of fact I rather enjoyed it as a young lad!'

Clearly re-living some old, and not unpleasant, memories he turned to his wife and enquired

'How many is it this time?'

'Well, my dear, he was not too naughty was he, so I suppose twenty-five will be sufficient to remind him of his place here.'

'Hmmm, very well', Karl was clearly disappointed, 'I suppose that's all he will get then!'

The camera zoomed into to give a closer view of Ken's tight bare ass, leaving Karl on one side of the picture while his wife was no longer visible.

'Ready are you then?' he enquired.

Ken replied instantly.

'Yes sir, please punish me. I deserve to be punished for my offence.  Please punish me hard Sir.'

Andy began taking mental notes, he knew that had to learn quickly. Despite his situation, nearly naked and clad in female clothes, the scene he was watching had an effect on his ever eager cock which he could not control.  He felt that an erection was inevitable, stimulated as he was by the sight before him.  Nevertheless he was worried that one of his owners would notice and punish him for that indiscretion.

Thwack!

Karl struck his first blow!

'Thank you Sir, one Sir!'  Ken responded as a red glow spread slowly over his naked ass.

'Thank you Sir, two Sir!'

The punishment continued and Andy felt his excitement, his erection, growing greater as every blow landed.  Ken kept up his response until after the fifth blow, the fifth hard blow.  Then his response changed.

'Thank you Sir, five Sir!  Please punish me more, please strike me harder Sir.'

Andy was shocked at hearing Ken beg for harder punishment. Surely it was enough that he was getting already, but obviously he had a lot to learn

'Thank you Sir, six Sir!'

Karl continued the punishment relentlessly.

'Thank you Sir, ten Sir! Please punish me more, please strike me harder Sir.'

Andy began to understand.  As a slave Ken had properly to thank his Master for every blow, but as an added refinement he also had to beg for more punishment after every five blows.  By now the formerly pale and slightly tanned ass was glowing a bright red, as red, Andy thought, as the end of his cock which was throbbing proudly under his silken apron.  Despite the apparent severity of the treatment he noticed that although Ken had a nice blush to his nether regions, there were no cuts, no blood had been drawn and it seemed probable that no severe bruises had been caused.  The punishment continued relentlessly.

At last, 'Thank you Sir, twenty four Sir'

 'Thank you Sir, twenty five Sir!  Thank you Sir for punishing me, I know I deserve more from you, please give me at least one more blow!' Ken begged for a final stripe across his ass.

Karl looked at his wife and handed the tawse to her.

'Here, my dear, you may give him one last kiss!'

Greta stood in position and lifting her arm high she brought the leather down on the unmoving Ken as hard as she could.

'Thank you Ma'am, thank you very much indeed!'

Andy was aware that he had been holding his breath and he let it out sharply, causing Greta to look at him.

'Oh my, what have we here?'

She lifted his apron and exposed a full, swollen cock.

'Methinks you rather enjoyed that.  I wonder how you will react to the sweet kiss of leather?'

Karl turned round and without hesitation reached forward and grabbed the rigid pole and began to stroke it.

'Shall I help you cum.?  What do you think my dear?', he addressed his wife, who shook her head and calmly removed his hand from Andy's cock.

'No, let him suffer the frustration, it is no more than he deserves. Time enough for such pleasures later.'

They returned their attention to the screen where the tape had continued running.  Karl had walked across to the frame and made some adjustments that returned it to its original position before he unstrapped the hapless Ken.  As he turned round Andy was shocked, amazed, to see that his cock, far from being limp and useless after the severe thrashing was in full and proud erection.

Greta turned her gaze from the screen and looked at Andy

'You see, he rather enjoyed that!  I'm sure you too will become a worthy companion and slave to the leather.'

She turned back to the screen as Karls voice echoed from the speakers.  His screen image looked directly at Ken and nodded.

'You may pleasure yourself now and then you will clean up your mess properly!'

Ken looked relieved.  'Yes, thank you Sir, thank you!'

With that he held his rigid cock, his hand covering less than half the length of the swollen flesh and began to masturbate, slowly at first and then, as his excitement grew, his hand moved faster and faster.

'Arrrrrrghh!'

Great globs of semen, of creamy white cum, spouted from the mushroom head, over his hand and on to the floor.

'Thank you Sir, thank you for allowing me to cum!'

With that Karl turned and moved out of camera shot, whilst in the control room he took one last look at his image on screen and switched the tape off and let the monitor fade back to blackness.

'You see, slave Andy, hah, slave Andrea, if you are good and learn your lessons well you will always be rewarded!'  Greta once again took control of the room.  'And of course you noticed that even though slave Ken was well beaten he will not be permanently marked.  We never believe in excessive pain in this establishment, we never break the flesh and we never draw blood, nor leave nor any permanent or long lasting marks.'

Andy mentally drew a sigh of relief.  He could understand the concept of pain, of pleasure, and the sweet combination of both as the ultimate sensation, but he had never understood the need for the more extreme punishments that left the unfortunate recipient broken and bleeding.

'Now, we will have to decide your punishment for your errors at table this evening. What do you think my dear?'  Greta looked at her husband who shrugged his shoulders in apparent disinterest.

'Oh well, we will deal with you later, perhaps a couple of kisses will suffice as this is your first time, but be warned we will not be as lenient in future.'

Karl pressed a button on the console and spoke into a microphone that Andy had not noticed earlier.

'Slave Ken, come here and collect Andrea.  Take her back to her cell and prepare her for tomorrow.'

Within a few minutes a naked Ken arrived at the door and beckoned Andy to follow him.  Greta looked up at the bank of monitors and watched the two men make their way back to their respective cells.  Andy was clearly trying to relieve himself in some way as his hand was constantly under his apron but he was also trying to shield himself from a camera, any camera, that may see him.

Greta smiled at his amateurish behavior, she knew that all of the cameras were well concealed and it would take a very close and detailed examination so spot any one of them.  Anyway, she thought, let the wretch have his pleasure, his orgasm, his forbidden orgasm.  That could easily be added to the list of errors and faults and would make his subsequent punishment all the more enjoyable to administer.

She shook her head and turned to her silent husband.

'Well, my dear, that went quite well I think.  Now, about those two girls, behaving like that without permission.  We need to consider how we can best punish them, how can we discipline them.  Perhaps we can incorporate it into our next training session!'

Karl smiled in happy anticipation.





End of part 14


... watch out for the next Part!

(c) Cathy P

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