Chapter 6

Angela looked at the kneeling boy in front of her and sighed. She knew she had to punish him even though she was secretly pleased he had done Tom's bidding. The old man loved the soft lips and tongue of a sissy boy and Devon had worshipped him, pleasuring his cock and arse whenever he could.

Angela was under no misapprehension as to the sexual preferences of her late partner it hadn't worried her, he had been free to choose his other lovers as long as he was discreet. He hadn't been able to provide her with the child she craved however, and so given the choice of being sold or slain he had chosen the latter.

Winding her hand into Logan's hair she pulled his head up and slapped him hard across the face. 'So you like cock too, do you boy? Why am I not surprised?'

'No, my Mistress, please, he ... I, I was wrong, I apologise and accept whatever punishment you choose to give me.' He wanted to prostrate himself in front of his Mistress but her hand was still firm in his hair and so he did the only thing he could think of to show his submission and devotion, he lowered his eyes and put his hands behind him.

'You will feel my cane, fifteen strokes, and you will, for that number of months pleasure Tom whenever he asks you.' She grasped Logan round the throat pulling him up so they were eye to eye and then ran her tongue over his lips, enjoying his moan of submission. 'You will not let him take your arse boy, not yet; no one else gets that cherry but me. Understand?' Angela waited for a reply but her slut remained quiet. Again her hand struck his cheek, 'I said, do you understand?'

Logan gulped in mouthfuls of air before answering. 'Yes, but, you ... I should let him fuck me, my Mistress?' Logan thought about the apparently small cock he had sucked. He knew, should it ever be pushed inside him it wouldn't feel small at all.

'Of course. You are my property, my lover, first, but it is my prerogative to share you and I fully intend to do so. My sister, Mistress Gwenda will borrow you, so will her shop girl, that would make a very interesting union don't you think? Her dark features and your pale ones. Hmmm, I must think some more on that. Now, you will go out onto the balcony and prepare yourself for your punishment.'

'Outside, my Mistress, no, please... ' Again her hand flashed out, catching his lip with her nail and he felt the blood spurt as he fell to his knees and crawled away towards the window knowing the balcony could be seen from the market place which would be thronged with people by now. Slowly he pushed against the door which seemed to creak as loudly as a whip crack, he moved carefully into the middle of the floor and waited, his legs wide apart, his knees already cold from the stone surface and put his hands behind his head trying to straighten his body as he felt a blush rush over him.

'Hey, boy, didn't take you long to get into trouble!' A voice, one Logan was sure he recognized from the stables, rose and laughter followed. Comments followed, merging into each other, he heard himself being called a sissy, a cock sucker, and then someone offered good odds on him crying before the fifth lash of his Mistress's cane. More voices rose and Logan realised he was the morning's entertainment, people were betting on his behaviour and his ability to accept a punishment.

'Quiet.' The word was spoken no louder than usual but the crowd which had gathered below was instantly silent. 'How many of you saw him pleasuring Tom this morning?' Angela looked down, a rash of hands appeared and she smiled. 'So boy, it seems you are used to performing in public already.

There was more laughter and Logan felt the tears perilously close to the surface already, and to his horror his dick was hardening again too. He realised his Mistress had seen it as she leant over and quickly released him from his cage, his cock unfurling and hardening as she did so. She took hold of his wrists in one hand and began to wind something round them, and then finally round his neck, not tightly but just enough for him to know it was there.

'I was told the boy is a pain slut, he is to be given fifteen strokes from my cane for pleasuring someone without my permission.' She paused as a low groan was heard, 'It has to be the cane until his brand is healed, then I will use the whip on him, but only after Cassie on Sunday.'

The young girl's name caused an excited murmur to go round the crowd and Logan felt himself begin to shake, his only named fear was the bullwhip and now he had at least two punishments to endure with it.

'You will count, slut, and after every five you will beg for more, is that understood?'

'Yes, my Mistress, please, I am truly sorry, I will always ask permission in future.'

'Oh, so there will be a future, you like sucking dick do you?'

Logan tried to turn away, his words were being misinterpreted and the humiliation and shame were turning him on so much he was already leaking.