by Tessa Valmur
The fifth blow was delivered intentionally harder than the previous and the sharp pain was too much.
‘Ow! Fuck!' Tanya swore.
‘Six more strokes for swearing and one more for speaking without permission: that means eight more!'
Tanya bit back the urge to swear again. They hadn’t told her this was to happen!
Eight to go, just eight, you can take eight Tanya, she told herself.
Crack!
The cane slapped down again on her rump. She whimpered in protest but managed to keep her mouth shut. Seven left. She sighed. The next blow was lower, harder, Tanya yelped in pain.
‘I’ll consider that noise as talking so eight still then.’
Crack!
This time the tip of the cane was flicked cruelly high between her thighs and Tanya cried out, retreating towards the wall and closing her legs defensively together.
‘One more for speaking; still eight then. Back to the line and spread your legs girl.’
‘No! ‘ Tanya shook her head in refusal, dragging her arms back angrily, but the cuffs
around her wrists held her fast, pain lancing into her shoulders as she pulled ineffectually against the restraints.
‘Oh dear, that means another one for talking; that’s nine now. Helen, fetch two thigh pulls from the wardrobe.’
The two girls, faces gleaming with satisfaction, gleefully fastened broad leather belts around each of Tanya's thighs. Tanya gazed down at her thighs; the sight of the black leather tight around her legs was deeply arousing, a molten heat poured through her loins at the thought of what was happening to her. She watched speechlessly as leashes were then clipped to steel rings sewn into each belt and pulling on the leashes from opposite sides of her, the girls forced Tanya's legs backwards away from the rail until she was struggling to keep hold of the chrome.
‘Uhhh.... no more...’ Tanya gasped.
‘Good. Just pull her legs a tiny bit farther apart. Excellent. Now Tanya, nine more strokes and we’re finished.’
Crack!
Tanya kept her jaws firmly shut, tears rolling down her cheeks but determined not to cry out and thereby extend her suffering.
Crack!
Glancing to one side she saw the cameraman focused on her. She gazed ahead of her at her outstretched arms, leather cuffs tight around her wrists and bound by black leather cords to the gleaming chrome pole. She imagined what it would be like watching a film of this...
Crack!
Against the tender inside of her thighs the cane tip struck, viciously sharp, stinging... she knew the pain now, knew how long the throbbing lasted before it diminished and just the dull ache remained like after one had burnt oneself.
Crack!
Her thighs felt like jelly now, the muscles trembling from the repeated blows. She glanced down at the broad leather binding her thighs, the leather straps running from the thigh bindings to the girls, one on each side of her. They smiled cruelly as she glanced at them in turn, both relishing her suffering.
Crack!
The pain made her pussy throb expectantly. Maybe the men would fuck her after it was over. She wanted that, she realised, shamefully.
Crack!
The pain was like a drug now that washed through her, encouraging her pussy to ache with longing: ache with the need to come. Her cheeks burnt with guilt as she realised that part of her was enjoying being subjected to this torment.
Crack!
The tip of the cane smacked against her thigh, so high and skilfully aimed this time that the very tip momentarily embedded into the flimsy white cotton of her thong where it caressed her sex. The sensation for Tanya was like an electric shock.
‘Uhh!’
‘I think that counts as speaking so another stroke to be added to your total Tanya.’
‘That’s not fair! You bastard, I didn’t say anything!’
‘Oh dear, another six for swearing; that makes eight still to go.’
‘No... please... I can’t take anymore... really!’ Tanya sobbed.
‘Well, what can you suggest as punishment instead Tanya? How do you want to show your contrition? What can you offer me in return if I waive your punishment?’
These were the lines that Miles had told her about and to which she had been given specific answers. Now Tanya needed no encouraging: she was more than willing and doubtless the continued caning had been designed to ensure that her tone would be one of genuine desperation at appeasement.
‘If you let me off the rest of my punishment Headmaster I’ll show you how grateful I am,’ Tanya pleaded.
‘And how will you do this?’
‘Let me kneel before you and serve you Headmaster the way a bad girl should.’
‘Very well.’
The bindings were released from the chrome pole and her arms promptly drawn behind her back. She stood trembling and passive as the leather cords were then laced together, pinning her wrists close to each other at the base of her spine. Leaving the leather belts still fastened around her thighs, she was encouraged to kneel. The man stood over her, smiling expectantly. One of the girls unbuckled the belt of his trousers and pulled down his trouser zip. Tanya watched, silent, as the man’s trousers and pants were drawn down his legs. His cock was hard, the tip already shiny with pre-come fluid. Tanya’s breathing quickened. She’d done this plenty of times but she’d never been forced to do it. She sensed the camera filming her every move and imagined the film being watched by men, each fantasising that she was actually performing this on them. She suddenly wanted to show them how accomplished she was: how well she could satisfy them.
Leaning forward she lowered her head and gave the swaying cock shaft a tentative lick. The man caught hold of her by her tousled hair and encouraged her. Tanya drew the tip of her tongue slowly against the underside of the cock, then bathed the swollen purple head with a long continuous lick until she drew a contented sigh from the man and he eased his hold on hair.
‘Is that good Headmaster?’
‘You can do better than that Tanya, come on girl, put it in your mouth.’
Tanya drew back and looked up with wide eyes remembering what Miles had told her to do. The camera was there filming; she gazed at the swaying cock and suddenly longed to have it rammed into her pussy. Maybe she should really refuse, maybe then he’d fuck her as a punishment? She had been told she had to pretend to object.
‘Come on girl, put it in your mouth.’
Tanya leaned forwards and gave the tumescent head another lick then drew back.
‘I can’t do it sir, it’s too big, I don’t want to, I’m sorry,’ she looked abjectly at the man, thinking to herself that they had to be pleased with the way she was performing her part.
‘Don’t be a bad girl, Tanya.’
The man tightened his grip on her long blonde hair and with one hand up against the back of her head forcefully drew her close against his shaft.
‘No...please... don’t make me...’
‘Girls, help her,’ the man ordered.
One of the girls crouched beside where Tanya was knelt and caught hold of her head to stop her pulling away. Tanya whimpered and twisted. There were fingers pressing into her cheeks then her mouth was encouraged open. What happened next took Tanya completely by surprise. She had been told that she would be coerced into giving the man a blowjob but she was in no way prepared to feel something hard and metallic forced into her mouth. A second later and Tanya’s jaws were forcibly driven widely apart.
‘Uuhh!’
Tanya shook her head wildly but she couldn’t dislodge whatever it was they’d put in her mouth. A rush of panic filled her and she tried to get her hand to her mouth to pull the foul thing out but her hands were bound behind her back. As she struggled to stand up the two girls forced
her back down into a kneeling position and the man took hold of her hair using it like a rein to control her.
‘Relax Tanya... it’s just a little something to help encourage you.’
‘Nuuhh!’
In the lens of the camera close before her, Tanya glimpsed her reflection. Polished steel rods protruded from her mouth, joined and crossed as if hinged and she realised with dismay that she was now utterly unable to close her mouth again unless or until they chose to remove the device from her mouth.
‘Now then Tanya...’
The man drew her head forward and his cock was slid between her widely parted lips and she felt it brush her tongue.
‘Now lick and suck it Tanya or there’ll be worse than this for you.’
‘Uuhh...’
The cock was pushed deeper into her mouth. She tried shaking her head, tried pulling back but it was no good, there were three of them holding her and the cockshaft was filing her mouth making her want to gag.
‘Good girl... now suck, come on!’
Tanya obeyed as best she could.
‘Helen, you know what to do now girl.’
One of the two girls reached under Tanya’s chin and caressed the man’s balls, rolling them in his scrotal sac, toying with them, coaxing the man swiftly and skilfully towards orgasm.
‘Yes... very good...good girls.’
Tanya felt the man’s cock twitching more violently and then he came, copious amounts of semen splashing against the back of her mouth and trickling thickly down her throat.
The man stepped back and affectionately ruffled Tanya’s hair as she was forced to swallow the last of his come.
‘Good girl, Tanya, I think you’re learning what’s expected from you at Scawder, aren’t you?’
‘Right, cut; that’ll do for now,’ Campbell ordered.
Tanya was hauled to her feet. The cameras stopped filming and the men in the room exchanged knowing glances whilst the two girls who had been holding Tanya smiled at each other conspiratorially. The device that had pinned her jaws open was removed from her mouth.
‘Come here Tanya,’ Campbell ordered.
Leather belts still snug around her thighs and her arms still tied behind her back, Tanya walked hesitantly across to where Campbell sat, a clipboard on his knee, a tumbler of Scotch in one hand.
‘So how are you enjoying the film world, darling?’
Tanya looked indignantly at the silver haired man.
‘I don’t appreciate being forcibly prevented from leaving here and I don’t think you’ve any right to drug my food!’ Tanya demanded hotly.
Campbell smiled, took a leisurely sip from his Scotch and looked her up and down.
‘No-one is stopping you from leaving if you really want to. Only your schoolgirl persona is being held here against her will. You signed a pretty interesting contract Tanya; you’re getting well paid and you’re doing all this of your own free will.’
‘Paid? Free will? Contract! Like hell I’ve agreed to being treated like this!’
‘Your Godfather gave me your bank account details and you’ll find a wire transfer from an overseas account was made today into your account. The contract you signed was witnessed. Now by the end of the week’s filming you’ll have made a very tidy sum. Of course if you want to break your contract now... we can demand the money back we have advanced you and you can leave here now. It’s your choice?’
Tanya glowered at the men; her mind was racing. Was she over reacting? Just think of the money, she told herself and bedsides, the truth was every scene was a turn on for her and why not enjoy a climax from being caned as a change from enjoying a climax from being shagged?
‘Okay, I guess I’m over-reacting to getting treated like this.’
‘Well, didn’t Miles give you a safe word so you could have us stop if things hurt too much?’
‘Yes, he did,’ Tanya admitted sheepishly.
‘Tanya, the first day is always the hardest. We’re finished for today and you’ve been great. Take the evening off, have some drinks and get a good night’s sleep and if you’re still unhappy about things you can finish work tomorrow. Fair enough?’
‘Thank you,’ Tanya agreed. She already knew though in her own mind that she would be ready and willing for more “work” tomorrow. The sexual torment and punishments she’d been subjected to were too intoxicating for her to refuse more of the same. She was already longing for the next session.
Chapter Five
‘How do you think she’s shaping up?’ Campbell asked.
‘Pretty good; the first day is always the challenge and we’ve pushed her as far as any girl before so I’d say she’s going to be just what we wanted,’ Miles answered.
The two men were in the dining room, the polished oak table was strewn with papers, half finished mugs of coffee and a couple of whisky glasses and a half empty bottle of Scotch. It was a little before midnight and in the privacy of a small sitting room they had watched the unedited filming of Tanya. Both men were more than satisfied with how the day’s work had turned out. Their new recruit not only looked young enough and sexy enough to take the lead part in the current film but she had responded excellently to the punishments they’d subjected her to.
‘Have you finished reading that copy of her diary her Godfather gave me?’ Campbell asked.
‘Yeah, it makes for a good bedtime read, doesn’t it?’ said Miles.
‘I would have thought Miles, that with Sasha sharing your bed you wouldn’t have had much time for late night reading.’
‘To be truthful, she’s beginning to bore me. She’s willing enough for anything I suggest but that’s the thing, I feel like starting again.’
‘Breaking in a new recruit? Bringing a new slave to heel?’ suggested Campbell.
‘Precisely.’
‘Now let me guess; you fancy trying your hand with Tanya?’
‘Wouldn’t you?’
‘My dear chap, I’m too old for all this energetic stuff: just give me a girl willing to suck my cock as often as it pleases me. I have to say that young Tanya did that job pretty well today.’
‘Yes... she certainly looked good.’
‘So what’s your plan, Miles? I know you’ll be up to something with our new employee soon enough. You never can restrain yourself from treating them to that jumbo cock of yours for very long can you?’
‘I take it you have no objections?’
‘How could I if I don’t know anything about it?’
Campbell gave a conspiratorial nod and poured them both some whisky.
‘I was thinking that the least I could do for her,’ said Miles, ‘ was to bring to life one of those fantasies she’s written down in that smutty little diary of hers. And perhaps I could add a few touches that she’s not even thought of?’
‘So which did you have in mind exactly? I don’t suppose it would be her craving for a nice hard gang bang, would it?’
‘I have found a couple of willing volunteers.’
‘And will you give her the option of exercising her safe word if your little game gets too much for her?’ Campbell asked.
‘I might tell her at the outset that she can use it,’ Miles grinned mischievously.
‘But?’
‘But of course once she’s allowed herself to be gagged then, well...’ Miles smiled and left his sentence unfinished.
‘My dear chap, you have a cruel streak you know. What if the poor girl really wants to stop playing your game before it’s over? Surely you’ll respect her wishes?’
‘I think we both know what the randy little bitch wants and deserves. Well, first thing tomorrow morning she’s going to get it.’
‘I shall be out walking tomorrow morning.’
‘How convenient.’
; ‘Just make sure none of the other crew hear her screams.’
‘Don’t worry, no-one will hear anything.’
Chapter Six
The next morning Tanya was woken at nine and given a breakfast tray of cereal, juice, toast and coffee. She warily sniffed the orange juice and coffee for any unfamiliar smells. They seemed okay. She had been given a small single room up on the top floor and when the previous evening she had asked if she couldn’t share with Jezra she was told that the other girl was still working. Adjoining her room was a little walk-in shower with loo and wash hand basin. There were clean towels, soap, shampoo and in the bedroom a chest of drawers containing a handful of clothes her size. The young woman who was dressed as the nurse had brought her breakfast tray and she pulled some items of clothing from the drawer and told her to wear them for the morning’s filming.
Her bedroom had not been locked during the night and the previous evening she had been able to relax watching a small portable TV that was in the room and had enjoyed a supper with a couple of chilled lagers that they’d given her. As expected there had been no news from her Godfather.
After showering Tanya dried herself and pulled on the clothes: a lacy thong and matching half-cup white bra, a tight white tank top and black Lycra mini-skirt. She was halfway down the stairs when she encountered Miles.
‘I was coming to fetch you, we’re ready to start.’
‘I’m ready,’ Tanya smiled.
‘So are you enjoying your new job then Tanya?’
‘It’s okay... what about you Miles? I bet you enjoy watching new girls get put through the ropes?’ Tanya glanced at the man’s crotch and grinned, ‘ I suppose the only hardship for you is having a hard-on all the time?’
Miles laughed at her comment and looked her up and down lasciviously.
‘You’re a right little cock tease, aren’t you Tanya?’
Tanya stood one stair above him and provocatively licked her lips then idly flicked her hair clear of her face.
‘What if I am? Would you like me to tease your cock, Miles?’
Tanya grinned mischievously at him and in response felt his hand on her exposed thigh.