Day and Knight Volume II

“Yes, Master,” she answered nervously. “I’m afraid I have. You know it’s hard for me to not get turned on with all the sexual stimulation you give me, Sir.”

“So, you’re saying that the fact you disobeyed me is my fault, Slave?”

“Oh, no Master. I can see how my words might have been misconstrued, Sir. But, the mischief my hands sometimes find themselves doing is my own fault, Sir. Believe me, Master. It’s all my fault and I’m very sorry. And, I‘m even sorrier for not confessing my error earlier. It is all my fault.”

“I remember when we were at dinner at our favorite restraint and I asked you what your punishment should be if you ever masturbated without my permission. You said that being smacked on your hands like a naughty school girl might be the appropriate punishment. And I remember that when we were at Brenda’s house, Brenda had Susan in mittens to remind her that she can’t play with her cunt either. Do you remember all that?”

“Yes, Master, I do. But a hand whipping will be just awful. How about just the mittens?” she said.

Predictably, she started to secrete her cunt juices heavily once again. He could see the flow dripping heavily and uncontrollably onto the table from her stretched and bound position.

“Do you want me to tie your hands and immobilize them, Slave, or do you want to hold them out for me while I whip them? If I tie them to keep you still, I’ll whip them a lot. If you hold still and take your punishment stoically, I’ll whip them less. If you hold them but move them or shake them I’ll whip them more and more. What’s your decision, you wicked girl?” he prodded.

He removed her bonds and helped her stand up.

“Now what’s your decision, pain slut?”

“Oh, Master, this is such a difficult thing you are asking of me. I’ve never been whipped on my hands before. Will you use a whip or a cane, Sir?”

“You are trying my patience, Slave. And, you’re trying to delay the inevitable. Cane it is. It might have been just a whip but now you’ll get the cane. Will it be tied or will you hold still?”

“Master, if it pleases you, I’ll hold still for you, but I’m really nervous, Sir.”

She was standing in front of him nude and in heels. She looked great. It seemed to Roger that she was posing for him in order to get out of her punishment. In fact, he was right on that score.

“Go get a proper cane from the cabinet Slave, and bring it to me.”

“Hand me the cane respectfully with two hands, Now, tell me, why your hands are being whipped, Slave?” he taunted.

“Sir, my hands have been bad. They played with my clit and I came without your permission. Please don’t hurt them Master. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“You would promise me anything to get out of your punishment, but I don’t believe you. Now hold out your left hand in front of you, and tell me you are ready. Remember, hold steady or it will be worse for you if you flail around.”

Patti was dripping wet. Her copious cunt juice was now running down her legs. She was quivering in sexual anticipation. Roger thought that she might even have an orgasm just waiting to be whipped.

“Are you ready to have your hands whipped, Slave?

“Yes, Master, as ready as I am ever likely to be, Sir.”

She saw the cane raised and she closed her eyes. Roger merely used the cane to tap her nipples lightly to make them hard. Patti loved it when he toyed with her nipples and she began to sway. Unexpectedly, he brought the instrument down swiftly and hit her directly across the fleshy part of her palm. Almost instantly a red line appeared. Patti screamed and was about to pull her hand away when her better instincts grabbed hold of her natural impulses. He hit her again and she shook all over but she kept her hand in place.

“Now, offer me your right hand, Slave,” he ordered.

He caned her twice on that hand as well, but Roger could tell she was suffering. He saw the rivulets of tears swelling in her eyes; eyes that still were pressed tightly shut.

“If I tell you to lower your hands to your sides, they will hurt even more, Slave, because the blood will flow to your injured palms. So, put them behind your neck and spread your legs so I can press your hips up against the high pommel horse Todd has near the wall here.

“I want you to bend over the horse and press your finger tips, not your hands, against the wall. I’ll lube your ass with your cunt juice so I can fuck you there. Hold still and offer me your ass hole. I’m going to fuck you and fuck you hard. Keep your place, Slave or I’ll give you some stripes on your ass from the same cane that stung your hands.”

After he had positioned his prick against her rear sphincter, he molded his hands around her firm tits and pulled her back into his chest at the same time as he pressed against her smooth ass and enveloped his prick deeply inside her.

“Oh, Master, that feels good. Do me hard, Sir. Please, do me hard.”

After a moment, she said, “Master, may I please have a climax, Sir?”

“Why whatever for, Slave?” he teased again. “Do you really want me to let you cum while I’m buried deep inside your ass and am busy squeezing your tits? Don’t you think that’s a bit presumptuous of a lowly slut Slave?”

“You are right to reprimand me, Master. I was forgetting my place. I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Sir.”

“Since you generally seem to recognize you lowly place, and since you did apologize, and since I’m a generous Master, I will in fact let you cum but I’ll use my fingers on your little clit. You keep your hands where I can see them.”

As he promised, he let go of her tits and reacheed down to her very sensitive and very large clit. His first touch made her shutter.

“You may cum anytime you are ready, Slave,” he said. Roger enjoyed watching her come to orgasm almost as much as Patti herself did. When she moved, his cock got a good ride and she moved around a lot. After many orgasms, Patti was sweating and breathing hard.

“Please Master, no more for now. Thanks for the consideration, Sir. You were just great. That’s why I love you, Sir.”

The night ended with Patti cuddled, still naked, in his arms as he, for the first time, let her watch the video of his wife beating her tits several weeks earlier.

When Patti returned to work, her hands had recovered from the caning Roger had inflicted and Patti was in high spirits. During the break between sets, Roger went to Patti’s dressing room. Susan and Patti were keeping warm and limber, yet relaxing before the second show later that evening.

Roger said, “Todd Bell was in the audience during the early set and he was very impressed, girls. This is his first visit with us since we revamped the program and it’s his first night in town since her got back from Europe. It looks like we won’t be visiting his mansion again alone anytime soon, Patti.”

Pattie blushed and gave a quick look over at Susan, who returned a knowing glance back to her.

“In fact, Patti, Todd said he would enjoy buying you a drink at his table now, if you feel up to it, Patti.”

“Sounds like an offer you don’t want to refuse,” Susan interjected with a smile.

Patti came to Roger and whispered nervously, “Does he know about us, Sir?”

“No, he has no idea. He does seem pretty keen on meeting you though.”

“Oh, damn,” she thought. “Another complication in my life.”

“Should I accept his offer?” she asked Roger softly.

“Do what you feel is the right thing for you, but I don’t see there is anything to loose by being friendly with an old pal of mine. And seeing one of the best looking dancers in the city on the floor with a customer could be good for business,” he added with a grin.

Patti pulled on a suitable lounge type dress and went with Roger to Todd’s table. Todd, being the gentleman he was, stood to greet her. After tending to the introductions, Roger excused himself on the pretense of pressing office business.

Todd was charming. He directed the conversation to Patti and her interests, ambitions, and view of life. In general, he made her feel the center of the conversational universe. She hadn’t been this wrapped up in a serious discussion in a long time and certainly not with a man.

The musicians drifted back and she excused herself to return backstage. She heard Todd tell the waiter that he was going to stay for the late show.

The next evening, she found a large bouquet of long stemmed roses waiting her when she arrived at her dressing room. The note read, “Long stemmed roses for a long stemmed beauty. I enjoyed both shows last night because of you.” It was signed simply, “Todd”.

A week later, Patti spotted him at the same table alone.

Todd asked the waiter to drop off a note he had written to Patti at her dressing room at the break. “Can you join me for another drink now, and then, maybe we can have a late bite to eat after the late show. I want to know you better and I think I can manage without Roger, this time, don’t you?”

“He’s really coming on to me,” Patti mused, “and I kinda like it. But, I’d better check things out with the boss before this goes much further.”

Before Susan and Patti were scheduled to go on stage again, she hurriedly approached Roger and asked him if it would be ok to date Rogers’ pal Todd.

“Well, Slave, you are contracted to me for two years as you must remember. But, Todd is a good guy and at some point you will be free to date. I’ll let you go on several conditions. Number one, you may kiss him but do not let him touch your tits, cunt and don’t let him fuck you orally, anally or vaginally. And, number two, don’t tell him about our relationship or that we’ve used his secret room for our training sessions. Clear?”

“Thank you Master, I’ll abide by those limits and I’ll get back to him about dinner after the show tonight. Thank you, again, Sir.”

After that, Todd and Patti met often. In the park, at the zoo, the museums, for lunch and for dinner. But, she always let Roger know her plans. She broke several dates with Todd at Roger’s insistence; sometimes only minutes before Todd was to pick her up. On these occasions Roger would usually tell her to get naked and would come to her apartment and use her in some unexpected and often painful ways.

Roger kept a watchful eye on Patti’s emotions, but she always seemed contented. Her times with Roger were glorious and he continued to find her compliant to his needs. She made love to Laurel as well. In some of there lesbian love making sessions, Roger just looked on, but from time-to-time Patti was called upon to service Laurel when Roger was out of town.

Todd thought Patti was a knockout lady and he was beginning to press more regularly for her companionship. Patti played it straight with him as she had been ordered to do by Roger. She let him hold her hand and kiss her gently. He had full grown sexual needs too and of this, she was plainly aware. But, she made it clear, not with her, not now!