"Get up, slave," Master Nicolas said. "We are going on a little outing today."
Slave was wearing nothing, as usual, and trailed along behind Master Nicolas. She noticed he had a golf bag with him, which she had never seen before. "Master, are we going golfing?"
Master gave her a hard blow across her backside for speaking out of turn, making her nearly topple over. "When will you learn not to speak, slave? You try my patience each new day."
Slave bowed her head in shame. "I'm so sorry, Master, please forgive me."
Master put his finger into her mouth and she sucked on it dutifully. "Perhaps I will forgive you, if you perform well for me today. Tell me slave, have you golfed before?"
"No sir, I haven't ever golfed, sir."
"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. You won't be golfing anyway. However, myself and a few friends will be on the golf course today -"
"Will I get to come along, please?"
"Silence!" Two blows this time, and Master watched as the blood rushed to her ass. "I have to punish you now, bad girl. I can't believe you are ruining my day already and it isn't even 6 o'clock."
Slave looked up, her big brown eyes getting wet. She pleaded to Master with her features. "Do you think I'm weak, slave?" She shook her head furiously. "I do not fall for your silly games. Now, bend over."
She did as she was told. First Master would hit her ass with his hands. He liked to smack the left side first, then the right, and alternate. Sometimes he would hit both cheeks at once. Master got lost in his punishment of slave, but slave would say nothing.
Sometimes Master would use an object he found near him at the time of her wrongdoing. He had used a broom handle, a dust pan, a brush paddle, a rope, a wet towel, and even a rolled up newspaper, like she was a dog. He even made her bark for him, which she did.
Today he used his hands, and after her ass was sufficiently warmed, he cleared his throat. Slave could tell he was aroused, and wanted more than anything to be able to smile and look at him, but that would only make him more upset. Slave knew Master wanted to punish her without getting aroused, but she also knew that her ass was very pleasing to him.
"I will now strike you with this paperback book. You will be silent." He began his blows, and slave was happy that it did not hurt very much. Out of all of the objects he used on her, she hated the wet towel the most, as it left painful, red welts on her ass so that she couldn't even sit down. But of course Master made her sit all day long after that.
She whimpered slightly as the blows became harder. It was clear Master would soon lose control of himself.
"You – cannot – speak – out – of – turn!"
"Y-yes, Master!"
He slowed his smacks. "You know I don't like to punish you, slave." Master was out of breath. Slave wanted so badly to reach behind and stroke his cock, which she knew would be impossibly hard beneath his trousers.
"P-please, Master, let me please you," slave said meekly, trying to push her ass back closer to Master's cock.
Master sputtered in rage and arousal. "You dare speak out of turn to me again?"
Slave yelped, "Sir, I just want to make you happy! Please let me suck you off, or let me fuck you, or anything!"
Master gripped her hair tightly. "You want me to use you like a slut? Is that all you are to me, slave?"
"N-no, Master, but I-"
"You don't want me to treat you with respect, do you? You want me to bend you over whenever my cock gets a little aroused at that tight ass of yours, and then fuck you stupid? You want me to slam into you so many times that your little pussy aches at night before you fall asleep on the floor at the foot of my bed?" Slave whimpered softly. "If you need my cock in you so badly you will call yourself what you are, an untrainable piece of ass who is only good for fucking. Isn't that right, slut?"
Slave knew Master loved to call her these names. He loved it when she used naughty words to describe herself. "Yes sir, yes Master, I'm only good for fucking, I'm your cum bucket, your cum dumpster, I'm a dirty, nasty slut!"
"That's right, cunt slut. Look at how disgusting you are. Your pussy is gaping open for my cock."
Slave couldn't bear it much longer. She needed Master's cock in her pussy or in her mouth, she didn't care. She pushed her hips up again, hoping he would probe her.
"Oh, you dirty slut. You think I'm going to satisfy you, after you defied me all morning? No, perhaps this will be your punishment."
Master had much planned that afternoon. Slave wasn't sure if he had come up with it after her defiance that morning, or if he wanted to torture her even before. Once Master had finished striking her, he forbid her to touch herself and sent her to the car to wait for him.
Master drove in silence to a remote golf course on the outskirts of town. There were no other cars in the parking lot. Slave was still apprehensive about walking outside naked. Master grew frustrated with her. "You are mine, slave. I know what is best for you. You will get out of this car, and you will walk around with me today, naked as the day you were born, and naked as the day I first penetrated you."
Slave took Master's hand and she stepped out of the car. The day was bright and sunny, but cool. Her nipples grew hard immediately and she tried to cover herself. Master smacked her hands down.
"Do not cover yourself up. You are mine to witness." Master continued. "Now, some rules. I am going to play a game of golf. I have friends who will be coming today. They have been told that you are a dirty slut and that you need punishing. You are to be our slut caddy for the day. You will sit quietly with the clubs, and, if we so desire it, serve us drinks from the cart. You serve us, slut. You will get no enjoyment out of this."
Slave felt such shame. She did not want these other men to see her embarrassment. Her eyes grew wide as Master came at her with a large black marker. "Now, I must let everyone know what a bad slave you are."
He colored on her body, and it tickled slightly, but the sensation wasn't unpleasant. Across her stomach, it read, "I am a dirty slut." Slave wanted to protest, but didn't. Perhaps she was learning.
Master smiled devilishly at Slave as a black Lexus turned into the parking lot. Slave blushed furiously, ashamed at the words written on her chest.
Three men got out of the car. They all terrified slave. They were tall and they towered over her. Slave tried to hide behind Master. "Slave, what are you doing?" Master pulled her out from behind him, smacking her ass a little. The three men laughed.
"So, mate, this is your slave? What a precious girl. How old is she?"
"She is 20 next month," Master moved in closer to the men, "And believe me, I have something special planned for her birthday."
The men laughed again. "Can we touch her?" one said, blushing slightly.
"Of course. You may do whatever you like to her, but she is not to enjoy it. Today she is being punished. As you see here on her chest, she has been a bad girl and I now have to show her what the consequences are for defying me."
A man stepped up to slave and pinched her nipples, hard. She whimpered. "She has an amazing rack."
Master spoke, "Yes, she does. But don't pinch her nipples too much, I'm afraid she enjoys it."
"No, sir, I don't like it sir!"
Master gave her a smack across her face, and her knees buckled. She almost fell onto the hard gravel of the parking lot. Master wasn't normally so cruel, but slave reasoned that Master had to show his dominance to her in front of his friends. Slave wished she was alone with him.
"You sure that doesn't hurt her?"
"What? Well of course it hurts her. She deserves punishment. Men, if you knew what I had to go through with this one, well...you would leave welts on her ass and smack her face too. Besides, my slave is a dirty slut and gets off on all of this. Check her pussy."
One reached forward to her and slid his fingers across her labia.
"My god, she's soaking!" His hands were gleaming with her wetness, and slave grew red with shame.
"I'm sorry Master, I can't help it!"
Master refrained from slapping her again, but sighed. "You see, men, she is a cheap slut. She is a pervert, too. Look at how soaked her pussy is from being naked in front of three strange men, getting abused by her Master."
One of the men laughed. "Wow, she is a slut, huh? Can we...can we fuck her?"
"In time, my friends. Now, don't we have a game of golf to play? I didn't bring my slut along to get satisfaction, but to punish her. She will serve as our caddy and our servant girl. She will do as we say, whatever we say, and if she doesn't, we can punish her accordingly. I give you all full permission to punish her in whatever way you want."
The men stood in wonder, and they all wished they had their own slaves.
Master addressed slave, "You will call these men Master. They are your Master just as much as I am your Master. If you defy them, they will punish you."
"How do we punish a slave, anyway?"
"Hm, perhaps I can give you a demonstration? Bend over slave, touch your toes." Slave bent as told, exposing her red, puffing pussy. "Now then, I punish my slave by striking her with whatever objects I have on hand. I mostly strike her on her ass, because I find the skin there to be quite resilient. I don't want to scar my slave, as I don't want to taint her beautiful body. Now, does anyone have anything I can strike her with?"
The men pondered. "What about a shoe? I have a pair of dress shoes in the car."
"A shoe would work splendidly, in fact, that is one of my favorite objects to use upon her. Can you go and get it?" Slave's legs were hurting as she touched her toes. She was humiliated, but felt her pussy soak more thoroughly at the thought of these men beating her with their shoes. Why was she like this?
"Slave," Master said, "each of these men will beat you in turn. This is just part of your punishment for defying me earlier today. Be as quiet as possible and you will please me greatly."
Slave nodded.
