Before he finished drying himself off the door to his bedroom was thrown open and slammed against the wall. Two women he'd never seen before entered as he quickly wrapped the moist towel around his bare waist. One, a woman taller than his six feet with blond hair wrapped into one long braid that ended at her waist, came to face him. Another, a darker skinned Hispanic woman with a firm, rounded body followed her.
The blonde, who introduced herself as Eileen, looked him up and down and, noticing his erection, shook her head contemptuously. "You have an appointment with Ms. Raymond," she informed him. "Elizabeth and I are here to escort you. I strongly suggest you come willingly. If you do not, you will be forced and I can assure you that will not be pleasant."
Stunned, he agreed to go with the women, though he was unsure where he was going, who Ms. Raymond was or what she wanted with him. Sharon had warned him he was to be punished and he expected another spanking from her when she returned, but the two women ordering him around took him by complete surprise.
When they placed a hand on each elbow to direct him, he shook them off. This irritated the women and caused Eileen to turn him to face her partner and apply several hard spanks to his bare bottom. Elizabeth held his eyes as she did, noticing both fear and shame in his gaze. When they resumed their positions, his bottom was reddened with the clear imprints of a woman's small hand tattooed across his muscular cheeks. He was sniffling silently and his walk slowed to a penitent ambling but he made no further sounds or displays of rebellion.
They walked throughout the large home, in rooms Richard had never before seen. There was a large ballroom, an oak paneled study and plush living room that was new to him. In each room maids, cooks and wait staff, that were all female busied themselves in their tasks. Most looked up to view the naked man being led by the two women. A few openly ogled his shaved, swinging cock and some even smiled at the recently punished state of his behind. Familiar with Mrs. Burke's disciplinary beliefs, they knew what the boy was experiencing.
As they walked him outside, he noticed several women, at least a dozen or more, lined up on either side of a wooden frame. A strap ending in what appeared to be a manacle hung from either side of the frame. When he came closer he saw Ms. Willis and Ms. Donnelly among the women assembled. A tall woman with black hair and runner's legs stood behind the frame watching him approach.
The two women by his side stopped when he stood in the center of the frame. Immediately the black haired woman reached for his hand, lifted it and locked the manacle securely around his wrist. When she finished with both hands she finally addressed him.
"Richard, my name is Ms. Stevens. If you're smart and do as you're told you'll be lucky and won't have to see me too often. I'm what you would call the disciplinarian for the Burkes." His face paled when she spoke the word and he began to fully realize his situation. "For years I've dealt with any disobedience from not only the staff on the grounds but the husbands as well," she smiled. "Oh, most of the ladies choose to take up that duty themselves, but when they are too busy or find they're not up to such a task they call on me. I'm best at getting through to boys that have disregarded the effects of other punishments." This last comment was directed pointedly at him.
She stepped back and retrieved a thin stick with a black strap hanging on the end. Richard had never seen anything like it and it sent a shiver through his naked body. Did she plan to use that on him? Already he began quaking.
Ms. Stevens noticed this and addressed him. "There's no use shaking boy, you've got this coming to you and you'd best accept that." She walked behind him to admire the well toned buttocks and strong back. Running the supple leather through her palm she addressed him one final time, "This will hurt like the blazes boy and you'll be begging and crying helplessly before it's over but I hope you'll take something from it this time. I'd hate to have to make this a regular appointment."
She walked in front of him and appraised his captured body with eagerness. Despite his efforts, Richard's cock expanded, spurred on by the group of women eyeing him. Ms. Steven's words rang in his head but that, along with the cool morning breeze, did nothing to lessen his arousal. The thought of what was to come made him afraid but his penis seemed more interested in the attentions of the women. For the past week he noticed he'd had less and less control over his urges. This was a frightening realization to Richard, one that he hoped didn't continue.
As Ms. Stevens pulled the coil of leather through her hands, Mrs. Burke came towards him and held him in a warm embrace. It surprised him and he felt waves of warmth come from her. With a kiss to his cheek and a whisper of reassurance in his ear, she rested his face against her bosom. Speaking to him, she said she would be right here and though he won't enjoy his punishment, she will help him through it. He could only swallow and nod into her soft, full breasts.
"Where's Emily?" he looked up and asked.
Her face showed a pleasant surprise and she stuttered for a moment before answering. "She couldn't be here honey, I'm sorry." One finger stroked his cheek lovingly , "She said it would be too much to bear. She's grown quite fond of you."
Richard filled with happiness and knew he would take any punishment if he could only see this woman everyone raved about, the one he was supposed to marry. Released from Mrs. Burke's chest, he stood proudly and, in the moments before the first stroke of the whip fell, realized he hasn't ever met Emily and knew very little about her. Nevertheless, he felt overwhelmed with affection for her- the Emily Burke he would meet, serve and love. His fear and anxiety was replaced with a resolution to be the best man he could be for her. He would take his whipping with pride and wear the stripes with a sense of devotion for his woman.
Mrs. Burke released him and noticed the resolute expression on the boy's face. Ms. Stevens was behind him now and Richard heard the whistle of leather cutting the air before it ever landed. It bit into him with a snap and forced him to grunt rudely. He had a high tolerance for pain and though he knew he'd ultimately be forced to cry out from the whipping, he restrained himself from doing so so early. The leather landed without pause on his bare flank and he gritted his teeth to the sky, feeling warm tears spill from his eyes. He could feel the eyes of the collected women on him that only frustrated his feeling of shame and weakness. They watched him expectantly, as if hoping for him to burst or break down pleading. He swore not to do such a thing. If he was anything, he was a man and a strong one at that. He'd endured many things at the hands of this family and he promised himself he wouldn't break but prove his strength as a man. He'd fallen too far this week and that would end.
Still the whip fell, continuing the licks of pain against his unprotected ass. He whimpered with each stroke and soon his whimpers turned to cries. In time he gave up all previous promises of outward strength and gave in to the inevitable. He buckled and screamed out with each kiss of the leather against his skin. Tears spilled freely and he didn't care who noticed.
Each of the women studied his every reaction, every jerk of his body when the whip landed. They'd seen such punishments before but all of the women had grown close to the boy and felt nothing but sympathy for his pain. Diana noticed the boy's tears and felt the beginnings of her own. He was a good boy, and would make the perfect husband but knew he had some habits that needed to be broken. This was necessary for his future happiness but still it was difficult to watch. His now limp penis shook with each application of the leather. For such a large organ, it was the smallest she'd ever seen. It looked like it was trying to crawl up inside his body to escape the whip.
Ms. Stevens was the only one that seemed to enjoy the event. Her lips curled into a smirk of triumph as she mercilessly laid the whip against the boy's unprotected body. While the rest of the women jumped from the sounds of the leather attacking his body, she seemed to revel in it.
Emily stood on the top floor balcony overlooking the courtyard. She was invited to watch the punishment; in fact it was expected of her but she declined, knowing it would be too much for her to bear. From all she had seen and read about the boy, he seemed perfect for her. She already felt a closeness with him and knew his whipping, which always turned out to be more drastic than expected, would bring out something she didn't want to see. She could hear his wails from the balcony and the tears she cried mirrored his own. If she were closer she knew her reaction would be much worse, and not fit for a woman of her standing.
