Chapter 12: A New Business, Same as the Old Business

It took a few more hours to calm everybody down. To gather our senses. I offered dinner to everyone but each had other plans that they were committed to. Mia and Emily were dining with Mia’s parents. While Terry and Cindy had booked themselves and Miriam into a local restaurant.

We said our goodbyes, and hugs all round and to my surprise, Mia got a hug from both Miriam and Cynthia. Wonders will never cease I thought to myself. Michelle stood back from all the family. Nodding as each one said goodbye. It was only Emily who gave her a hug and kissed her cheeks, then whispered something to her. They both had a broad smile so I kind of knew it would be salacious in tone. I wanted to take a further step so walked out onto the front porch holding Michelle’s hand, then I put my arm around her as the cars pulled out of the driveway. I hugged her, keeping her close as I waved each car off.

Across the road, I saw Margaret in her garden once again. We waved as I kissed Michelle on her head, in plain view. I had no fear of sharing some PSA.

I opened the screen door for Michelle and once she was inside I held her close kissed her deeply and patted her backside.

“Playroom Missy, you have some things to learn,” I told her.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She stood there in front of me and slowly undid each button on her shirt, her eyes never leaving mine. She slipped it off her shoulders as a stripper might do for an audience, trying to elicit money from some lecherous male sitting in the front row. All of this was, although very arousing, wasted on me at this time, as it gave me greater resolve to teach my darling young sub, manners and that not everything she does could distract me from my task.

I stood there showing no emotion. She let the shirt fall to the floor, I smiled at her. She continued her striptease act for me. I still show no sign of giving in to her beautiful body, although I could feel my inner core begin to awake.

I controlled it.

She slowly unbuttoned her tight dress jeans, as I watched her every move. Knowing full well she couldn’t get out of them without an extra pair of hands. She pulled her zipper down and peeled the opening back. I knew she hadn’t any panties on, as we hadn’t bought any yet.

She smiled at me as she eased them off of her hips. She struggled to get them any further. I didn’t move. She reached out to me with her hand. I took a step backwards and she tumbled forward, landing in a pile at my feet.

“Now what are you going to do Michelle?” I asked her.

“I need your help, Mistress.” She told me. Looking saddened and with a pouting lip.

“Yes you do, and not just to get undressed.” I stood over her. I put my foot on her thigh and then pushed her down as I rested my foot in her groin. And pushed it back and forth.

“Understand one thing Michelle, I can have you at any time, anywhere I choose, I own you. You belong to me. You are not my equal, you are not my romantic ‘other’ you are my sub. So do not play these silly games with me unless I instruct you so. Now stay there. I walked away from her in a symbolic display of a Domme who knew what she had to do.

I returned with a leash and plastic fly swatter. “Put the leash on Michelle,” I instructed her.

She did so and then offer the handle to me. I knocked it out of her hand. Glaring down at her. “Pick it up, hold onto it yourself. Do not let it go. Now get out of those jeans by yourself.” I told her.

She struggled to ease the jeans down each leg. I knew she would have to put the leash down to pull them off over her ankles and foot. I stood over her watching, waiting, knowing the moment will come. It did but instead of putting the loop over her wrist as someone else may have done, she put it down and quickly pulled her foot through the opening.

The fly swatter came down sharply on her bicep, she yelped and her nostrils flared as she looked daggers at me. I hit her again, then a third time all the while the leash stayed on the floor. Her defiance knew no bounds. I kept hitting her, harder and harder. Not out of anger. But as a Mistress flays her disobedient sub.

This was a battle of wills.

The redness on her arm grew. As tears appeared in her eyes, pleading with me to stop. I didn’t, I hit her again, glaring down at her, seeing her core calling to me. Seeing the tears in her eyes. I continued to hit her, until her hand moved ever so slowly toward the leash on the floor next to her. She picked it up. Tears streamed from her eyes now.

I stopped hitting her.

I squatted down next to her, took the loop of the leash and put her hand through it and let it drape over her wrist.

I stood back up and said to her. “I am your Mistress, not your romantic love, not your girlfriend, I OWN you. You do as I say when I say. You do not go off on your own, thinking it will be OK by me.”

“Do you understand me?”

Her head was bowed, and faintly I heard a whispered reply ‘Yes Mistress.”

“Now take your jeans off and get out into the playroom,” I demanded.

And she did. We left her clothes there. She walked naked out to where her next lesson would be held.

I threw the fly swatter on the kitchen sink, as we passed it.

When out in the playroom I told her to go to the cross in the corner. She did immediately. I fastened her wrists and then her ankles to each post, she was fixed at all four points. She couldn’t see what I was getting from the cabinets. The cane was 3 feet long and thin, very whippy.

I went over and put on two pieces of music I told her, the first piece was Ravel’s Bolero, a favourite piece both to build into a crescendo and its length. The second was an old Australian music classic from the late Chrissy Amphlett and the Divinyls. Pleasure and Pain. I knew that if I timed it right, and I would, she would be broken in one night. That was my resolve.

I dimmed the lights which were positioned so they would cast a shadow onto the wall in front of her. Making me larger than I was. The whole purpose was a mind game, but not to torture, no never to torture. But she must learn to be a good sub, and a good sub does not make errors or embarrass their Mistress. She had done both that day.

The music was quiet, as I drew the end of the cane across her body, watching her little movements. The twitching, as I ran it up the back of her leg, then just as the music took a little upbeat I flicked her inner thigh, she stretched her back as best she could. The music became a little louder and my first full stroke struck her across her right buttock cheek. I heard her take a deep breath. Still no sound from her.

As the music started to build in both momentum and volume my strokes increased in strength and frequency. Alternating between each cheek and each thigh.

She was crying audibly now, but she didn’t cry out in pain. Bolero was building to its climax, so I stepped behind her and felt her tight core. She was wet, so very wet.

I whispered into her ear. “It isn’t over yet.”

Stepping back and in keeping with the music which was building up into the crescendo, I increased the frequency of my strokes. I turned the volume up further.

My strokes became stronger and each stroke now was leaving a deep red groove in her backside. Her sobbing was loud but she would not cry out for me to stop. A small butt plug was waiting for her, smaller than the one I first used on her, but it had been a short time since she had been plugged, I was aware of that, the lubrication was applied to both her rear end and the plug, and when the finale of the cymbals crashed I inserted the plug forcibly. She screamed this time.

Then the Divinyls. “There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain,” the singer sang, but it was more one of abuse than training.

The burst from the speakers was so loud, this time I was using a leather riding crop. Across her calves.

I turned the music down, but the lights up. I could see the redness on her body. I was proud of my work. Even more proud of the way she had withstood the caning. I started to remind her of where she went wrong. “Do not flirt with strangers.” Then a slap across her legs. “Do not question your Mistress.” Another across her other leg, not gentle little slaps, but forceful ones. “Do not disobey your Mistress.” Yet another slap. “Do not give your Mistress black looks.” Another slap. “And the more you defy me, the more often these lessons will continue.” I slapped her again with my open hand, leaving a red handprint on her ass cheek.

“No Mistress please stop Mistress, Angels My Mistress Angels. I am so sorry, I won’t Mistress.” She screamed at me.

“Won’t what Michelle, what won’t you do again?” I asked as I was about to deliver another slap higher up her leg when I too remembered what Angels meant. She screamed yet again. Begging me to stop, even though I hadn’t slapped her.

“I won’t let you down Mistress, please stop. Please, please I’m so sorry Mistress. Angels, Angels” In my heart I felt for her, but she couldn’t find the words I was looking for.

I stopped. The music had finished. I turn the lights up to full.

“Do you understand me now?” I asked of her.

Through her snivelling and crying, I got a faint yes Mistress, a broken voice. One of submission. I stood behind her closely, I put my hands in her hair and gently massaged her head. She was crying, deep in pain. I could feel the heat coming from her welts.

I keep a jar of antiseptic cream in my playroom. Just for this sort of occasion. I applied it to all of her bright red marks. Soothing, cooling creams. I knew that as soon as I released her wrists she would fall, I untied her legs first, easing them together. Leaving the butt plug in place as I also knew that it would also help.

I untied one wrist and held her up. I could see her eyes were closed and red through crying. I positioned myself so that when I released her other wrist she would fall over my shoulder. And she did.

She was still sobbing when I put her in her own bed. Telling her to sleep and to wait for me to come and get her in the morning.

Again I walked away from her sobbing. Turned off her light and closed her door. Then lent back against it. Breathing deeply. Listening to her cry. It had to be done I told myself. She has to learn.

In the morning, I woke early, not a good night’s sleep. I got up and attended to my morning routines. Made certain I had a house coat on and done up.

I walked towards the kitchen, Michelle’s door was ajar, and I looked in, her bed empty. As I walked toward the kitchen I heard her shower and as I approached her bathroom, I knocked on the door. “Come in Mistress,” said a cheerful voice.

I looked into the shower but the steam hid everything. “How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“Still a little sore Mistress, but thank you for helping me understand what it will take to please you. I won’t let you down again, ever.” She told me.

A part of me wanted to jump into the shower with her, clothes and all, hug her, kiss her and tell her how I really felt. But as soon as the thought passed through me I regained control and told her “we shall see.”

“I’ll make us breakfast. I think you should wear one of those dresses we bought the other day for you, that way it won’t rub on your backside so much.”

“Yes, Mistress.” She replied.

I sat as we ate breakfast, Michelle preferred to stand, she asked of me. I said of course.

“We need to plan out your work schedule. Are you on good terms with your former Mistress?” I enquired.

“Oh yes, Mistress. Contacting her will not be a problem. I could do that today if you wished?” She asked. I nodded and smiled at her.

“What about those letters?” I asked.

“Also I could start today. If I may use a computer, it won’t take me so long.” She told me.

“We should get you a laptop or a tablet I think. What would you prefer?”

“A tablet I think would be better, as long as we can connect to the internet, I will be fine.” She informed me. “But it will need to, how do you say fort et puissant, [strong and powerful] like you, my Mistress.”

I smiled at her “ Flattery will get you everywhere Michelle. We will get one this morning and set you up.” I told her. I was pleasantly surprised by how compliant she was, considering how her punishment had started.

I could see a new beginning on our horizon.