–Dr Isabella Pacetti's Notes:
To recap: Sophie has subjected Katy to a session of harsh caning and brutal verbal humiliation, and for the first time she has allowed Mrs Alderney to watch. Katy's body is now quite liberally marked, and Sophie has declared that Katy will not be touched – either for pain or pleasure – for the rest of the week. Katy must also remain silent and wear her dirty knickers as a gag. Katy is besotted with Sophie like never before.
–Katy's Statement:
I slept on my front that night. I pushed the sheets off the bed and lay naked except for the fresh pair of knickers. I had carefully applied cream to the burning marks crossing my skin, but still they throbbed with heat. Even when I was asleep I felt them throb, and the sensation invaded my dreams, where each throb became a fresh blow from a burning whip. And so I was flogged by two mistresses all night.
My morning bathing was slow and painful, and when I pulled on the clean dress the soft fabric seemed scratchy and harsh. I took off my knickers, folded them carefully and took them down to the kitchen with me.
When I took the breakfast tray through to the office I put the knickers on a plate by themselves. As an afterthought I put another plate on top by way of a lid.
I entered the office and saw Mrs Alderney dressed to go out. Sophie was sitting on the edge of her desk, dressed in trousers, fitted blouse and high heels similar to the previous night, perhaps to remind me or to tease me.
I had obviously interrupted a conversation and they turned to look at me.
"You're late," said Mrs Alderney. "And I'm going out today, which I think you knew. Don't prepare me any meals, thank you." She nodded at Sophie and walked toward the door, smiling at my tray and stroking my hair as she passed. As she left the room she murmured "Stupid bitch," and Sophie laughed. I smiled too.
Sophie beckoned to me with a grin and indicated that I should put the tray on her desk. She saw the two plates and lifted the top one. She shook her head.
"That's disgusting. I think from this evening you'll bring me the fresh pair and take off the old pair in front of me. That's just disgusting."
She stood and reached around to untie my gag. She smirked and murmured "Stupid fucking bitch." I giggled. The old gag was removed and tossed onto the floor. She held my cheek and kissed my mouth softly. "Good morning, bitch. Did you sleep well?"
I nodded, not sure if I was allowed to speak. She smiled, possibly in approval. The new gag was picked up with fingertips and carefully eased between my unresisting lips, then tied as before. Sophie gave me another smile, a 'Good girl', and then gently pushed me away.
–
By Saturday morning, I had been wearing knickers in my mouth for four days and nights, and the sensation had come to feel fairly natural. My caning scars were easing, the atmosphere between Madame and Miss Sophie was, to my utter delight, warm and friendly, and Sophie smiled at me a lot, and told me I was a Good Girl.
I was grateful to be untouched for a few days. I felt more emotionally strong every day, and physically healthier. And something had happened to me. I felt a new depth of submission, a new capacity to obey, and a new yearning to be degraded. I wondered if Sophie could see any of this.
By Saturday morning I was horny. Each morning and evening I went through the ritual of having my gag replaced, of dressing and undressing for Sophie, and now I desperately wanted her. But she seemed content to smile and kiss me and send me on my way.
On Saturday morning Mrs Alderney was out early and Sophie was dressed for the gym. She removed my gag and tossed it on the office floor as usual.
I eased off my knickers, presented them, and waited for them to be put in my mouth. When they were in place I gazed at Sophie, longing for something more.
"Pick those up and go do your chores. Do you have a lot to do today?"
I thought for a moment as I picked up the sodden knickers with my fingertips. I shrugged and shook my head.
Sophie sat back on her desk and kicked one of her feet back and forth, smiling at me. "If you were unusually quick and efficient – by which I mean at all quick and efficient – do you think you could be done by lunchtime?"
I thought about it. I didn't know how efficient I could be, but I could easily put off some jobs until Sunday. I nodded.
"Good girl. Bring my lunch down to the cellar at twelve. You're not having any lunch today. If you behave you might be having supper. Off you go, bitch."
–
Laundry, vacuuming, polishing...
I worked furiously, much more than I normally would on a weekend morning. Not because I wanted to get my chores out of the way: most could easily wait for a day. I simply had to keep myself occupied, to keep my nerves smothered. I wasn't afraid as such... apart from anything else, Sophie had promised I would receive no physical punishment for a week. But still, the image of Miss Sophie was burning in my mind at all times, and the idea of being alone with her at all, let alone in the cellar, was deeply intimidating.
Sophie's lunch was a light chicken salad and – as it was the weekend – a glass of chilled white wine. I was not hungry, my anxiety made me feel a little sick, so I was happy not to be eating.
My feet felt the cold of the stone steps as I pattered down to the cellar and I pushed open the door with my shoulder. All of the lights were on inside and Sophie was seated on the Throne, dressed in her jogging clothes. She seemed to be oblivious to my arrival, engrossed as she was in a paperback book open on her lap. However, without looking up she raised a hand and silently beckoned to me. I crossed the cellar noiselessly and set down the plate and glass beside the Throne.
She still did not look up, so I cleared my throat to speak. Before I said a word, Sophie raised her hand again and pointed to the blackboard. The writing was still there from my lesson:
IT IS AGREED THAT KATY IS A:
DIRTY FOOT-LICKER
PATHETIC WHORE
