by Rachel Burns
“Becca, this isn’t a game. Plagiarism is very serious. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone claiming something you wrote was theirs, now would you?”
Becky hung her head. “No, I wouldn’t.” She sounded so serious, like that was a real worry she had. She was so adorable, Collin thought.
“I’ll be fair and test you. Tell me everything you know about Stockholm syndrome.”
“What? This whole show is because you were too lazy to look something up?”
Rick brought his hand down on the desk. “Becca, I will not tolerate another outburst like that. Consider yourself warned.” Rick was red in the face.
“Fine. Stockholm Syndrome got its name from a case in a Stockholm bank, where captors held hostages for five days. The hostages felt sorry for their captors. They even went so far as to testify in court, urging the judicial system to be lenient towards the captors because they were thankful that they had been set free. This happened in August 1973.”
“Very good, but why did they feel that way? What moved them to do that?” Rick had moved around his desk. He was leaning on it with his arms folded over his chest exactly like Becca was doing. It was so obvious that they were a pair.
“Because their captors had given them simple everyday things, like food and blankets and bathroom breaks. Things that they could have easily withheld and didn’t cost the captors much to give, but the hostages felt very thankful and positive towards their captors because they received these things. They were even more afraid of the police than of their captors.” Becca didn’t meet his eye. She sure was smart. She didn’t seem the type to be a slave like she was.
Rick looked as mad as could be. Everyone could feel that he wanted to hit her. Collin figured that they must have been fighting in real life.
“It sounds to me like you took the time to read the paper before you handed it in. But the same paper was handed in two years ago. We will not be held for fools. Pull your panties down and lean over my desk. Because you lied I think a caning is necessary.”
Becky had listened to her lover, and she was already lying over the desk. Rick was slashing the cane through the air. It was easily heard. He laid it down next to little Becky. He went around and tied her hands together. “Are you going to stay put, darling?”
She nodded. Collin imagined the same game with his Stephanie. He glanced over at her. She looked spellbound.
Collin reached across the table and held her hand. Stephanie looked at him for a second then her eyes darted back to the scene in front of them.
Rick landed the first blow. He paused and told Becca she would get twenty. He wanted her to count them out. She obeyed, as always.
Collin stroked Stephanie’s hands as they watched the lovers at play. Stephanie tensed, looking a little scared. Becky was crying as she said eight.
“In real life they are a couple. This is only a game between lovers,” Collin whispered to her. He felt Stephanie relax a little. She still couldn’t look away.
“But she’s bleeding?” Stephanie whispered back to Collin. Collin looked back at the stage. He could really see a little blood trickle down her bottom. He didn’t like the thought of her really being hurt like that.
Collin let go of Stephanie’s hand, wanting to get up and say something when Rick laid down the cane and opened his pants.
“Now I want you to show your headmaster how thankful you are that he took the time to discipline you. Spread your feet wide.”
Becky did as he told her right away. She must like it really rough. Collin relaxed and took Stephanie’s hand again. Rick thrust into Becky again and again. Her face was hidden in between her arms.
Collin watched Stephanie again. She was shifting around on her chair. Collin was pleased. Stephanie was turned on, and there were three shows a night, but Becky’s was always the best. Maybe they should go upstairs and share a private moment, he mused.
Rick was coming over Becky’s bottom. She was still so quiet. Collin wondered about that until Stephanie leaned into him. “I can’t believe how wet I am.”
“Do you want to go upstairs to a private room?”
Stephanie nodded and Collin escorted her where he wanted her to go.
“How dare you?” Master slapped me again and again. “Why do you always want to make everyone else look like fools?”
I looked off to the side and didn’t answer him. The caning had been extremely painful. Not as bad as this afternoon, but three in one day was a lot to take. I really needed to lie down.
“Becca?” he yelled at me.
“Yes, Master.” I sighed and looked back at him. I tried to think of something to say that would make him less mad, but I couldn’t. I looked away again.
“Get undressed.” He sat down at his desk and watched me. He was acting like he had never seen me naked before. Seeing me dressed was the rarity.
I laid the things on the arm of the sofa and looked back at him, waiting for what he wanted next.
He opened a drawer and pulled out the chains that made up one of my leashes. He wanted to show me off again.
I hated that, and I hated him too.
“This isn’t working out.” Master shook his head and pulled my nipple out. He put the clamp on it, and I whimpered. He did the same with the other one.
It was really very uncomfortable. The other women complained about them too. They never had to wear them for very long. I would have to be in this painful crap for hours on end, and he may even give me to one of his customers for their pleasure, certainly not mine.
He walked to the door and pulled me out after him. “Like I said, this just isn’t working out.”
“Then sell me,” I told him.
He yanked the chain. I stumbled towards him and covered my breasts with my hands.
“I forgot to tie those.” He sighed. “I guess, I’ll leave them for now, but remember your promise.”
I nodded.
He continued to walk, and I had to follow him. We saw that age play guy with his new partner coming, down the stairs. He looked surprised at us.
I hung my head in shame. I was ashamed of the whole situation.
Master went in and wished everyone a Merry Christmas. I followed behind him saying nothing.
When he sat, I went down on the floor.
I didn’t do anything, and I listened to everything he told me to do, but he wasn’t happy with me.
I really didn’t care as long as he didn’t hit me or pull on that chain. My nipples were already itching painfully.
Master was mad at me because I didn’t want a collar. Did he forget how I got into this situation? I wasn’t here of my own free will. Why would he care if I wanted to be here or not? He had done everything in his power to make me hate him. Why was he so surprised when I did? You harvest what you sow.
He was up and moving again. I stood and followed him. He went to the age play man that was here almost every night that I had been here.
I was glad that I didn’t have to come often. Master didn’t trust me. He was right not to.
I wasn’t even sure myself if I meant it when I said I wouldn’t try to runaway. If a sure fire chance turned up, I would go.
“Becca. Becca!” Master was calling me.
“Yes, Master?” I was in my own little world again.
Master pulled on my chain a little until tears appeared in my eyes.
I looked at him sadly. I felt so helpless as I stood in a room full of strange people, and they were strange. Most of them were dressed in costumes.
“Collin just wished you a Merry Christmas. What do you say?”
I blinked and tears ran down my face. “Merry Christmas, sir.” I nodded at his date too.
“Rick, come here we have a problem,” the bartender called to him.
Master made a face and gave my leash to Collin. “Here hold her.”
I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to ask him for his jacket, so I could run for it.
“I have something here for you.” Collin rea
ched into his breast pocket.
I stepped away. With my luck it would be a Taser. I hated those. More tears rolled down my face.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s only a little present. Look, for you.” He handed me the box.
I looked over my shoulder to see where Master was. “Thank you, but he wouldn’t let me keep it anyway.” I held it back to him, so he could take it.
“It isn’t something you can keep,” he laughed. He was smiling at me. I had noticed that the other girls were getting Christmas gifts and tips too.
I figured I would get in trouble for this one way or the other. I was curious what it might be.
I glanced over my shoulder again, and then I quickly lifted the lid off of the box. There was a Santa figure out of chocolate in the box.
It took all of my will power not to shove it in my mouth. The smell was amazing. I brought the box close to my nose and smelt it. I smiled at the man. “Thank you, sir.”
“Thank you for what?” Master was back. He looked at the gift in my hands. I was pretty sure he would take it away.
I held my hands open with the gift simply laying on them. My stomach growled.
Collin laughed. “Sounds like you’re ready for a snack anyway. Go ahead and eat it right now. You don’t have to wait for tomorrow.”
I looked up at Master. He didn’t look pleased. I hung my head again and moved the present back to Collin. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept it. Thank you all the same.” More tears flowed, as I had to give it back.
“Just eat it, Becca, but be quick about it. She has to go on again tonight. Stacy isn’t feeling well. She went home early.” He really sounded mad. I took the chocolate Santa and bit his feet off. I couldn’t help the mmm noise that came from me.
Collin laughed at that. “I’m glad you like it.”
Master took the leash back from him. He pulled the leash and made me follow him backstage, where I shoved the rest of the chocolate in my mouth before he could take it away from me.
Master shook his head at me again. He gave me a frilly little girls dress. “Put that on. Penny, do something cute with her hair and explain what I want from her. I’ll be doing the sketch with her again.” He removed the clamps from my breasts and rubbed my nipples. I wanted to pull away from him so badly, but he was already in a bad mood. “You will like this sketch.” He smiled at me before he left.
“This is different from the schoolgirl sketch. It’s an age play sketch. Do you know what that is?” Penny asked.
“You want me to pretend to be a little girl.”
“Yes. You start out on stage all alone, and you do something naughty. Whatever you want. Most of the girls play with themselves. Your Daddy comes in and catches you. You get an over the knee spanking, and you have to stand in the corner. There is no sex in this one, but you have to really cry and scream and kick during the spanking. That’s the whole point. If you can manage it, cry real tears and look at the audience, so they can see them. You will be standing in the corner for about fifteen minutes before your Daddy comes back to let you leave. If you want to say anything to your Master call him, Daddy. Got it?”
I nodded. She wanted to sit me down to do my hair after she had the dress and black stocking and shoes on me, but I knelt instead because of my bottom. It had bled during the last sketch. The spanking would really hurt. Tears wouldn’t be a problem.
“What happened with you and Stacy today?” Penny whispered.
“She untied me after my beating, and while she cleaned up the ropes, I ran for it.”
“What happened then?” Penny was shocked, and she wanted to hear more gossip.
“I ran out the front door as Master was coming in.”
“Oh. He blamed Stacy not you?”
“He blamed both of us.”
“She might not come back. Stacy said that she is afraid of your Master.”
“Aren’t we all?” I snapped my mouth shut. I hoped that wouldn’t get back to him. He was in such an odd mood.
She did my hair in pigtails with ribbons in them. I really did look cute and a lot younger. I thought about something that I could pull while Penny set up the stage. I knew that she was the best paid of the girls because she took care of everything.
I shoved a couple of markers up my sleeves. They were the washable kind, but still it was something childish to do.
I wasn’t about to play with myself on stage like that. I still had a tiny bit of pride left in me.
I waited behind the curtain. I took a book and a notebook out with me too. I lay down on my stomach and raised my feet up in the air and then bounced them back and forth, first one foot to my bottom and then the other. I pretended to do my homework. That would work.
I went to the side wall and tried the marker out. It was visible. I wiped it clean with the side of my hand. It came right off.
I went back to the floor. This would work, and I didn’t think it would upset him either.
I took my position in the middle of the little stage and nodded at Penny, so she could open the curtains.
When they were opened, I wrote something down in my notebook and continued to read in my book. I looked over my shoulder and then back to my book. I wrote something again while I let my feet bob back and forth. I looked over my other shoulder, so the audience could see me. I scooted up on my knees and looked over my shoulders again. I smiled then. I fished a marker out of my sleeve. I opened it and smiled at it. I peeked over each shoulder again, and then I went over to the wall. I looked around again, and then I started in drawing a horse. I even labeled it, horse. I made a dog and then a cat. I was working on a turtle when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned covering up the wall with my body and the marker hidden in my hands behind my back.
“Hello, Daddy.” I smiled at Master.
He didn’t smile back. He pushed me to the side and looked at the wall.
“It wasn’t me. I found it that way. I was just looking at it.” I had my back to the audience. They could see the marker in my hands. They were snickering.
“Really? Who was it then?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know. I could only guess?” I swung my arms a little like a young girl would.
“Then guess.” His eyes squinted together.
“Maybe one of the little people who make shoes at night when the shoemaker and his wife are sleeping.” I nodded at my own logic. I heard giggles behind me.
“There is no such thing as little people.”
“Then maybe it was Santa Claus.” I sounded really excited about that idea. “Maybe it’s the list of the things I’ll get tomorrow.” I smiled at him hopefully.
“What’s behind your back?”
“Nothing.” I looked at him, waiting for the next question, as I continued to rotate in half circles.
“Show me your hands.” He was leaning down to me slightly, and I was looking up at him.
I stopped rotating and showed him one hand and then the other. I continued to smile at him.
“Show me both of them at the same time.” I had never seen Master happier than what he was at the moment.
“I already did, Daddy.” I was still smiling, but I took a little step back.
He grabbed my arm and pulled it forward. Then he pulled the other hand forward too. That hand held the marker. He looked really mad, but his eyes were twinkling.
Master pulled me over to a chair. He grabbed the chair and set it center stage and sat down on it. He pulled me over his knees. I hated being this close to him. I could smell him, and I didn’t like to. He usually tied me up to something and beat me.
My hands flew forward, and my feet were on tippy-toes to support myself. He pulled up my dress and laid it over my back.
“No, Daddy. Please, no. I’ll be good from now on. I promise.” I was stealing lines out of books that I had written.
He smacked my bottom several times, and I went as stiff as a board. I let my feet fall back to the floor as he took a break to
scold me about ruining the house and then lying about it. He spanked again, and my feet kicked up at my bottom.
My left hand went back to cover my bottom. I opened my fingers wide, so I could protect as much of my backside as I could.
“Remove your hand,” he said coldly.
“I learned my lesson. Honestly I did, Daddy.” I pretended to plead with him.
“I’ll decide when you have learned a lesson, not you. Now remove your hand, or you will get extras.”
I slowly moved my hand away with a little sob. The crowd made sympathy sounds and chuckled.
Master spanked on, and my hand went back again.
“Are you trying to make me mad?” I wasn’t sure if that was part of the show or if he really meant me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. It moves all by itself without me thinking about it.” I said that as pathetically as I could.
He grabbed my hand and pinned it to my back. He spanked, and I let myself cry. I cried with my whole heart. I wasn’t faking it either. I thought about my cold and dirty mattress. I thought about warm blankets and warm meals. I thought about my nose bleeding when he thrust into me so violently that my nose bumped into the floor. I saw me hitting my head against the wall and eating off the floor.
I was hysterical by the time he finished. He stood me up and gave me a strange look, and then he marched me over to the wall. He pinned up the back of my dress so everyone could see my abused backside.
I sobbed and sniffled as I calmed down. He placed my hands on the back of my head and left the stage.
After I settled down a bit, I fished the other marker out of my sleeve and peeked around and wiped my eyes. I went to the horse and gave him a horn and crossed out horse and wrote unicorn over it.
The crowd was squealing with laughter behind me.
Master came back on stage to look at what I had done. He started to remove his belt. He whispered run, so only I could hear it.
“But it really wasn’t me, Daddy,” I yelled as I ran off the stage.
Penny was laughing at me as I ran into her arms. She started opening up my hair but Master stopped her. He took me back out to the crowd once my ribbons were back in place.