From the archives of: Name Femina Rising and Slave School 2000 http://spanko.net/BDSMLife/femina2/ Mistress Infinity mainemistress@hotmail.com Disclaimer: This story is written as an intense fantasy only. It is not meant to be taken as fact. Ms.C. and Miss Patty do not condone unsafe, nonconsensual or insane practices. Keep in mind that this is only a fantasy, custom written upon request. *)(*)(*)(* Atonement *)(*)(*)(* by Miss Patty (patty the pooch) *)(* It was a dark New England evening in early Autumn. The wind was blowing, branches tapping at the windows as the somber brooding of clouds present all day fulfilled their stormy promise. Periodic lightning transfixed the single cell. A figure huddled in one corner, breaking the stillness with an occasional chink of chain. His was a sad story, much too lengthy to reveal just now. The cellar door opened and a slight figure darted across the floor to the cell, slipped a plastic bowl through the feeding trough and ran back for the stairs. The abandoned slave knelt to eat his meager rations. He had just pushed the bowl away when the door opened once more. Thunderclap on cue, the tall dark haired woman glared at the male. "Well, shitface, I've had it with you. I have just finished discussing your transgressions with Ms.C. and Miss Patty and they have agreed to keep you here for a period of atonement. I have given them the remote to your electronic collar, so don't try anything funny." Not waiting for a reply, Mistress Natalie turned on her heel and was gone. Rejected and forlorn the slave tried, but failed, to sleep. *)(*)(*)(* I awoke early, eager to begin the process of atonement I had been assigned for my former trainee slave shitface. The training I had done was acceptable to Mistress Natalie, thank the powers that be, but now he had gone and angered her by breaking her favorite black wine goblet. It seemed a little thing to me, but then I recalled a similar incident early in my own training with Ms.C. My new maidservant brought my breakfast, then retreated silently to the kitchen to finish the morning chores. I ate fast, left the tray on my desk and began choosing my clothing for the day's activities. I dressed carefully in a black fishnet catsuit that hid nothing. The slave was obsessed with my large breasts and I would let him watch them as he received his penances. The catsuit was crotchless with a single snap holding it shut between my thighs. I liked this garment in case I was in the mood to demand worship. Most likely, when I was finished meting out punishment I would most certainly be in the mood for worship. I was becoming wet with anticipation. I finished my ensemble with short black leather lace up boots, black leather gloves and a black leather cat eye mask. I pulled my blonde hair back into a severe ponytail and attached long silver earrings to my lobes. I surveyed myself in the mirror and decided after applying dark red lipstick I was ready. Clipping a short riding crop to my waist, I left for the dungeon. The room the slave was being held in was off the dungeon proper and contained four holding cells, complete with iron manacles and chains set in the wall. Ms.C. had the holding pen, as She liked to call it, installed since shitface's original visit with us. All of the slaves, visiting or household alike, had spent time in it already. It was the least favorite room in the house. Before I went to fetch the slave, I prepared the dungeon. I had decided to use the spanking bench. This looks somewhat like a padded picnic table, only more slanted, with various rings and straps attached for securing the slave. I checked the straps, rings and locks to make sure everything was in working order. Then I chose my instruments of correction. I had decided to use straps today after the white rod usually called for in offenses involving the hands. My favorite strap is about 18" long, black flexible leather, about 4" wide and set with silver studs. This particular strap is mean, leaving an imprint of the metal studs with each thrash. I would warm up with a 2" wide leather belt doubled, then move on to a minor strap more suitable to the punishment of schoolchildren (as was once done). Then, before the slave's buttocks hardened, a round of caning, finishing with the mean strap. First, tho, I would use the electronic collar to extract a confession. That would be the fun part. So little work, but with a single push of a button the slave would be so eager to please me. I laughed to myself as I picked up the small black box decorated only by one red button. I gave it a firm push and heard a muffled cry come from the direction of the holding pen. I made a mental note to discuss the possibility of using the electro-hypnotizer with shitface in the future. But now, back to the task at hand. I pulled the keyring from it's peg near the dungeon door and strode in to the holding pen. I lit the candles in the iron sconce, bathing the cells in flickering light. It was amazing how dark these cells were even when it was bright sunlight outside. Today was the leftovers from the storm last night so very little light at all was available. I walked up to the cell shitface crouched in and hit the button once more on the remote. This time I was rewarded by watching him convulse as he screamed. "Tsk, tsk, slave, you are much too noisy!" I punctuated that last with one more push of the button. This time a strange grunting, gurgling sound escaped from the slave's lips as he shuddered at my feet. "Much better, slave, I am pleased. Now I must know why you have been brought to me today. I thought I had you all nice and trained for your Mistress." I stared down as shitface tried to compose something coherent in reply. He took too long, I jabbed my finger on the button again and laughed as he yelped in agony. "You will have to be more prompt, slave. Now tell me what I want to know, shitface!" I glared down as he began to speak, "Yes, Miss Patty, I was careless, Miss Patty, I broke a wine glass, Miss Patty...." he droned like a robot. "Not enough, slave!" Another button push and shitface convulsed. "I want to know exactly what you did and why it is significant!" One more push for emphasis. The slave looked close to tears as he tried to recover. "Yes, Miss Patty, I dropped Mistress Natalie's favorite goblet, Miss Patty, while I was doing dishes, Miss Patty..." he was terrified now and seemed very close to tears. "Enough slave! I am bored with your babbling!" I pushed again on the red button and this time the slave began to cry, soft, broken sounds that became deeper and deeper. "Silence!" I yelled and gave him one more shock. Then I unlocked the cell and jabbed at the male with my riding crop, shepherding him into the dungeon proper and up onto the spanking bench. I noticed him take a quick furtive look at the implements I had laid out in display on the table next to the bench. I quickly pulled the straps through the buckles and attached small padlocks at the slave's neck, wrists, ankles, waist, thighs and forearms. He had little opportunity to move, much less to escape what was about to occur. I had positioned his head slightly over the end of the bench and his buttocks higher to accentuate my aim. I walked around slowly, pausing for effect, sighing and giving the impression that I was inspecting the slave I was about to punish. I like to prolong the moment, it makes the physical punishment much more sweet. I was becoming aroused at shitface's plight, tormenting silly male slaves is my favorite hobby. The slave's hands were available palms up for the first part of his atonement which involved using the 18" white springy rod. With the rod in one hand and the remote in the other, I matter of factly gave the slave 5 smarting strokes of the rod on each upturned palm. He had been trained in receiving such discipline already and was able to maintain stillness. The remote control wasn't needed as I applied the penance. I tightened and locked the hand straps across his blazing palms. Then I walked over to the table, set down the white rod and the remote control, and picked up the leather belt, snapping it with a loud crack in the air. I smiled as the slave startled at the sound. I held the belt under his face and grinned as his trembling announced his apprehension. "This is just the beginning, slave, my choice of warm up. I intend to warm you up quite well!" I laughed as I walked to the head of the spanking bench and clasped the slave's head between my thighs and took up my stance. I enjoy using my body as an additional means of bondage. Additionally, as I got going I could rub against the slave's head to enjoy myself. "You will endure in silence, or you will be gagged!" I proclaimed as I brought the belt down across the slave's upturned buttocks. Shitface's convulsive reaction propelled his captive head across my clit sending spasms of pleasure through me. This was going to be real good I thought to myself, and brought the belt down again. Strawberry stripes leapt to the surface of the slave's buttocks as I felt moisture trickle from me onto the back of his head. I was getting much too excited, much too soon. I stepped back and walked to the side choosing the backs of the upper thighs, right below the curve of the buttocks for my next target. The belt came down hard and the slave struggled to maintain silence, a struggle I knew he would eventually lose. It happened on the 24th stroke, as the belt crashed down on a previous welt the slave cried out. He then began to tremble violently, knowing his mistake would cost him. "Well, I see you have absolutely no self control whatsoever!" I snarled as I grabbed his hair in my hand and pulled his head up to glare into his frightened eyes. Tossing the belt on the floor, I slapped him hard across the face and tears sprung to his eyes. "Oh, are you going to cry again? It won't help you slave boy!" I spun around and snatched up the school strap and began applying it with great vigor to his elevated buttocks. I thrashed at him until my arm began to weaken and I was heaving for breath. The marks had turned to purple, I could see his ass was getting blotchy and the tissue was beginning to harden. Not good, I sighed to myself, I want him to get the full force of the final strapping. Hardened buttocks simply deflect the force of the blows. I decided to soften his flesh with some lotion. Pulling off my gloves, I reached for the aloe lotion on the shelf then straddled the slave, my wetness now in contact with the small of his back. I began rubbing the lotion into his enflamed buttocks as I moved myself back and forth, enjoying my impromptu horsie ride. The slave was enjoying it as well and began moving in rhythm with me. I would allow this briefly, then the atonement would continue. Both slave and I were breathing deeper and deeper, our movements in unison as I was rubbing myself on his back, applying the lotion to his buttocks with my hands. The movement were getting more and more sexual, as if he thought perhaps I was under him, legs spread, rather than on top of his back. I would let it last a moment or two longer as I enjoyed the urgent arousal pulsing through my loins. I bent down and rubbed my fishnet covered breasts across his buttocks, then laughing, jumped down. "Enough of that, slave. You are now prepared for the rest of your punishment." I replaced the lotion and pulled my gloves back on, picked up the cane and returned to the head of the bench. Once more I clenched shitface's head between my thighs, all snug and close to my pulsing vulva, aching with the need of fulfillment. Slowly and purposefully I began to cane the slave as I rubbed myself back and forth against his head. The intensity built up and soon I was leaving deep trails into his quivering buttocks. My clit quivered as I released his head and went to fetch the final strap. Taking up my post, the slave's head clenched between my thighs, I began lightly caressing, touching the buttocks softly with the studded strap. Bit by bit I began to hit harder, enjoying the prolonged anticipation. I had decided I would use the slave when I was finished and so I was determined to make it a good strapping. Slowly riding the back of the slave's head I strapped him for a full hour, often taking a short break to clutch his shoulders as I moved back and forth, exciting myself more and more. The whistle of the strap as it sailed through the air was as equally thrilling as the satisfying slap when it delivered. Small red bruises were peppered across shitface's ass like a case of the measles, brought on by the flat silver studs of the vicious strap. My favorite strap. When I was finally finished, I threw down the strap, pulled the exhausted slave from the spanking bench and led him to the worship bench. Built like a low slung back chair, this device puts the slave's mouth and tongue exactly where it needs to be and gives the Mistress a comfortable way to sit and enjoy. I strapped the slave in and climbed up onto his face, pulling open that one snap on the crotch of my catsuit as I lowered my hungry pussy. "Stick your tongue out, slave, do it good. I don't want to use that remote control on you again!" I laughed as I felt the slave's tongue eagerly devote itself to satisfying my urgent desires. I cried out as the first of many orgasms began to pulse through my body. I was unaware of the distant roll of thunder. *)(*)(*)(*