Chapter 3

Don’s cock pulsed its rigidity as it wagged with his movement on all fours, his anus tingling readily at just what he’d allowed himself to be led into. There was no going back now though, stripped naked of his clothes, that cock boned all the more as he watched Cordelia’s graceful and beautifully rounded buttocks jostle deliciously in her tight black and revealing lacy leggings, her cynical laughter at him, as Hilda’s cane prompted him on his journey to a thrashing, had him long to be caned by her, rather than the housekeeper. Hilda’s thoughts were to the contrary though, her lust to use the cane on him had her cunt wet with a sadistic arousal at knowing he’d be available to her at a moments notice ... and she intended to have him know her authority immediately.

A feeling of masochistic hopelessness descended on him, as the red headed matriarch led them into a sumptuously furnished bedroom, and stood with one hand on her broad hips, and simply pointed a manicured finger to the huge bed which adorned the central wall of the room. He needed no more than a spiteful tug on his leash to have him obey the smiling Cordelia’s silent command, and as he mounted the bed, a sneering Tara lay a firm bolster on it, Which teased at his erection as he was made to lay across it, his buttocks raised and inviting Hilda’s cane. His cock boned all the more as the uniformed maid and the blond Sarah then pulled out leather shackles tethered below the bed, cuffing his wrists either side of it, and his ankles to the foot, rendering him absolutely helpless.

Hilda now stood hand on hip, smiling as she toyed with the flesh of his buttocks with her nicely flexible rattan, all four women grinning with amused satisfaction as the feel of the cane had him thrust his cock at the bolster, in anticipation of the pain to come ... and knowing he’d disgrace himself without question. Cordelia’s cunt oozed with sexual arousal, her Stepdaughter had chosen well, there was no element of disobedience from him, but she’d justify a thorough caning just the same.

“I had this special bed installed to ensure the obedience of my former husband, for his misdemeanours such as masturbating without permission...” She grinned as he turned his head to her, longing to masturbate himself at seeing her deftly and unashamedly slip those manicured fingers up the slot of her cunt, stimulating a clitoris which was high and pronounced at viewing a male she would own completely ... and would marry to confirm him as her rightful property.

“ ... having divorced my husband after acquiring all his assets, and then selling him on as an asset himself, the bed has been put to good use in disciplining males of my choice, and those husbands of friends by their wives, to correct any wayward behaviour...” She pouted her lips as she stroked the soft linen of the bed with her free hand, and continued almost wistfully as her thoughts anticipated his tears under the cane, and his tongue at her cunt and anus for the first time having known discipline.

“ ... yes, this bed has known the tears and semen of remorse in repentance by many a male ... reducing them to a submission that would never return from...” She stood tall on her heels, her haughty authority radiant and sincere, as she focused on her prize.

“ ... you have failed my Stepdaughter with being insufficient and inadequate for her needs, so much so, that she will now be sampling another male’s cock whilst you are caned ... just think on that pleasure she’ll be enjoying while you’re deservedly punished!” Don’s mind went to the taste of Jayne’s cunt and her spiteful disposal of him, as a sneering Tara pulled on a cord above the head of the bed, revealing an angled mirror which would allow him a view of punishment being duly served. As Hilda lifted the cane high, he squirmed in his bondage and thrust his stiff cock at the bolster on taking in the curt smiles of the women in the mirrors reflection as Cordelia continued I’d a satisfied tone.

“Hilda will now thrash you till you spend in submission ... and spend you will!”

Don reached an acutely fine epitome of masochistic submission as he pondered his fate, his cock rigid as the sound of Madam Hilda Smart’s cane being tested for its flexibility and valid durability, cut the air as the sneering woman had him know what was to come, its sweet song in announcing punishment so deservedly due, keeping his cock rigid against the bolster, and his anus tingling wildly with fear. Having suffered the humiliation and indignity of being discarded by Stepdaughter Jayne, his submissive desires reached a highly erotic aura at being taken control of by a stern woman of an age his sexual desires yearned for, a Housekeeper of mature age, and two younger but equally dominant women.

Madam Cordelia Aster grinned with contentment as Hilda brought the cane whistling down for the first cut, the impact having Don emit a girlish cry of pain as his buttocks bounced and rippled against the impact, a seating red line appearing almost immediately, and the sight of it, along with the pitiful cry he made, exciting Hilda’s sadism, a d having her sigh with dominant and righteous pleasure as she brought the cane down, again and again with a vigorous effort. Her sexual arousal was matched by the redheaded Cordelia who slipped a finger through the cunt which would be licked in thanks when the deserved punishment had been served. She did not allow her immediate sexual desire take full control though; anxious to report her success, she picked her phone up as her Housekeeper continued punishment with erotic vigour.

She panted with a hotly erotic vigour of her own, as her now sticky fingers tapped at the phone, almost placing it down again to tend her cunt, on seeing that Cleaton had now been deservedly brought to tears for his failures and weaknesses, his snivelling bringing further vigour with the cane from a delighted Hilda. Cordelia sighed with pleasure as Sybil Carling’s name appeared on the screen, and she switched the device to a video call. Sybil grinned intently at seeing Cordelia’s flushed face on the phone screen ... with the sound of a cane being used generously in the background, as the redhead gasped her delighted message.

“I have him Sybil ... my ticket to the Guild ... just look at how he’s being shown the price of my acceptance of him... ‘“ She pointed the phone toward the bed, and Sybil’s cunt oozed to an immediate arousal on seeing the broad buttocks of the stern Hilda Smart jostle as she delivered the cane with her usual dominant enthusiasm, to the reddened buttocks of Cordelia’s new pet. His tears showed his appreciation of the mature woman’s prowess with the cane, a talent Sybil was more than familiar with, having seen many males broken with it ... and having seen girls she’d owned treated to it for sheer pleasure, a pleasure which was also mutual to Hilda. Cordelia sighed, as he bucked his buttocks high from the bolster after each stroke, begging another, she, anxious to end the call now, and see him inevitably come most liberally.