I had no sooner dispatched Kelly and Cassie than I got a call from a lesbian named Ronnie. She explained that her sub girlfriend had been unfaithful and she would like my help in correcting her bad behavior. I told her to come right over with her girlfriend, who she said was called Honey, and I would help in training her.
A half hour later, Ronnie rang the doorbell and I ushered them in. Ronnie was a middle-aged, over-weight dyke with short hair and a muscular build. Honey was a beautiful young blond with a slim figure. Her head was hanging down and she looked at the ground.
Ronnie told me that while she was at work, Honey had been playing with the next-door neighbors' teenage daughter, and that Ronnie had caught them naked in the bed, fingering each other's pussies. Ronnie said that it would have been okay if Honey had asked her permission, since Ronnie would have loved to watch and direct the action, but she was angry that Honey had been fooling around behind her back.
I grabbed Honey's hair and pulled it back, forcing her head up. I looked into her eyes and said, "Tell me what happened."
Honey stuttered, "I was just having some fun with the neighbor. I didn't mean to be bad."
"Oh," I said, "you thought it was okay to cheat on your mistress by fucking the neighbor? How old is this girl, anyway?"
"I think she's 18. She's in college, I know."
"You think. Don't you know it's illegal to have sex with a teenager less that 18?"
"I guess," Honey stammered. "I know she was 18, though."
"You guess? You nasty slut, you will have to be punished. Do you want that?" I asked Honey.
"No. But I guess that's what's going to happen whether I like it or not."
I slapped Honey hard across the face. "You obviously are sorely in need of correcting, and I am going to make sure you understand the error of your thinking and acting. By the time we're through today, you won't have any doubt about the correct way to act."
I told Ronnie to have a seat where she could watch the punishment and I told Honey to disrobe.
"Don't dawdle," I warned her. "If you take too long, I will add extra strokes to your punishment."
Honey disrobed and I led her to the punishment bench. I ordered her to bend over the bench. I then secured her legs in the stocks and clipped her hands at the sides of the bench. I tightened the belt over her middle, so Honey was now well secured where she couldn't move or even wriggle around. Her legs were slightly parted, giving a clear view of her pussy lips.
I ran my hands over her pert, unblemished bottom, then ran my finger along her slit. I explained to her that I was going to give her 50 strokes with the cane and that she was to count the number of each stroke and thank me and ask for another stroke. When we reached 50, she was to thank me, but needn't ask for another. I warned Honey that if she failed to call out the number of the stroke or failed to thank me and ask for another, then that stroke would not be counted. If she failed again, we would return to zero and start all over again.
"Do you understand?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said.
I pulled her hair back sharply, raising her head from the bench. "You are to call me Mistress, you worthless cunt. Now try again. Do you understand?"
