Cecilia thought she had just fallen asleep when she was awakened by the sound of the door opening. Her eyes were puffy and red from the tears she had shed during the night. She lay on the bed for ages, unable to sleep, or curl up in a comfortable position, or calm the din of her mind. Alone and in the dark, all the terrible thoughts and accusations of her childhood played over and over, as they were wont to on some troubled nights. But never had it been so hard to push the recollections away, and now the man called master was back. Somehow she drifted into a slumber, but it was so light the doorknob turning was enough to shake her out of her limited rest. Cecilia vowed to herself that she would refuse to cooperate.
Gerry had coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. He was going to feed her quickly. He had decided that Cecilia's training would require a less hands-on approach than he would have liked; she was beautiful and her innocence brought out something in him that only raw and untrained slaves could rouse, but this... this was business. He needed her to respond to Ashton's brand of stimuli, not his own, and since he couldn't have her without depreciating her value, he thought it best to stick to the things that, his research told him, Ashton preferred. Cross referencing social media profiles and his account information had turned up a list of fetishes and habits that Mr. Ashton searched for in his slaves, and preferences he had in his personal life. The concert pianist and conductor had dedicated his life to music, and his tastes were astounding. They gave Gerry a very concrete place to begin Cecilia's training.
"I've got breakfast for you." Gerry said to a very sullen looking Cecilia. She said nothing. Gerry released the tension in her bonds, allowing her to sit up. The blank stare that Gerry received was already growing old to his mind. "Well?" he prompted her, "What do you say girl?"
Silence. Cecilia acted as though the white padded wall was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. "I've got food for you. So what's the least you can do huh? Maybe show some gratitude?" Cecilia blinked at him. With deliberate slowness Gerald set down the tray. He unclipped the restraints on his slave-in-training's limbs, and had her across his lap. SMACK. Cecilia's face was redder than her bum, but not for long. With no warm up, and zero notice, Cecilia was having her first spanking since grade school. SMACK! WHACK! At first, Cecilia tried to do nothing. She squeezed her eyes shut and thought of the stoics and Zen masters. She could hold back her discomfort. This was only a few smacks administered to her bottom after all. She could refrain from calling out.
That is, until the man called master unleashed his full strength. The blow landed squarely where her thighs met her pert little ass, and without meaning to, Cecilia yelped. "Agghh!" Gerry repeated the spank, catching her again in vocalized distress. Something between a scream and a whimper escaped her lips. Her bottom was lobster red now, but Gerry continued. "STOP! Stop! Please!" Cecilia caved and started to beg in earnest. "I thought you lost your voice," Gerry said calmly, as if spanking her over his knee took no more effort than knitting a jumper. She was squirming valiantly, but pinned her legs between his own. The smacks continued. "I brought you breakfast, and you didn't say 'thank you'. I was worried you'd shouted yourself mute!" The assault on her bottom continued. Cecilia knew what he wanted. It was simpler to give in. "Thank you for breakfast." She said hoarsely. Gerry wasn't wrong about her screaming and crying. Her voice was almost raspy from her vocal exertions. Gerry's hand was starting to sting. SMACK. SMACK! He still wasn't stopping. Cecilia had hoped he wouldn't notice that she left off 'master', but he had. The heat in her bum was painful, a stinging sensation that lingered long after the impact of the man's hand. She gave him another inch. "Thank you. Master." She said gasping through another series of spanks. She had thought he would stop. Instead it slowed, easing in intensity. Cecilia was wiggling now, squirming hard against his strong arm and legs that held her in place. Sweat misted over her as she began to fight. What else could he want?
A last spank landed. HARD, making Cecilia moan at the injustice of it all. Gerry ceased the spanking, believing he left an impression. Punishment was on his terms once she disobeyed. She had zero control in the situation if she refused to obey first and without question.
He lifted her up and plopped her on the bed. "Let's try this again," he sighed. "I've brought you breakfast."
"Thank you Master." Cecilia said as tonelessly as she dared. Her bottom was tender, and despite herself she tried to rub the stinging sensation away. Gerry took the opportunity to roughly insert his fingers into her untried sex. He was disappointed. She had barely started to get wet. There was some promise there, but she was not innately aroused by punishment: yet. That was the point of training, he knew, but he had rather hoped Cecilia was already wired for administered pain. This was something he could work with though. His invasive fingers had caught Cecilia off guard, but she soon regained enough clarity to start pushing his hand away as she backed herself into the corner of the bed. Gerry let it go. Once he fed her, he could start working on teaching her body everything it secretly wanted to know.
