Tom's journey into submission. Part 3
"Would you mind taking this cup to Evelyn, Amelia?" Andrea held the saucer towards her friend's daughter.
The planned afternoon tea party was just beginning and Andrea was pouring four cups for Evelyn, Kay, Amelia and herself. Although she was pretty, Amelia certainly had not grown out of her ugly teenager's mood and she huffed as she complied with the polite request.
"She's got legs. She could get it herself." She muttered, but loudly enough for the gathered ladies to hear.
"Amelia, that's no way to speak to Andrea's friend. I think you should apologise." Kay was mortified at her daughter's rudeness.
"Hmphh. Sorry." came the response.
"Oh, that's perfectly alright, Amelia," purred Evelyn, looking her directly in the eye, "I used to be a teenager myself. I quite understand, although I learned the hard way how little adults respect most youngsters. It's rather a shame, really. Young ladies just coming into their most lovely forms sometimes need guidance beyond what their parents can give them. Sometimes parents are too restrictive and don't allow their offspring enough leeway to experiment with life's adventures."
Kay knew the plan. She had agreed completely with Andrea that Amelia might improve her ways with a little discipline from outside the house. Now the game was afoot.
The ladies chatted away lightly for thirty minutes or so while Amelia sulked. Then Evelyn stood up and looked out of the window into the garden.
"What a lovely garden, Andrea. Perhaps Amelia would like to join me for a stroll." She spoke with sufficient authority that Amelia had no choice but to accept. Anyway, the atmosphere in the house was too strained and she wanted a change of air.
The two went out, through the glass doors and Evelyn closed them behind her as she followed Amelia, giving a knowing look back to Kay and Andrea. Then she joined Amelia and they could be seen walking around the garden, seemingly admiring the flowers and shrubs, Evelyn talking and Amelia listening. Her mother looked on anxiously and gave a little squeak as Amelia suddenly stopped and looked up at Evelyn with a surprised look on her face. Of course, the women in the house couldn't hear what was being said.
Amelia spoke back and an animated conversation seemed to be taking place outside, arousing Andrea's interest and piquing her curiosity. After a good ten minutes of discussion, Kay and Andrea watched in amazement as Amelia held her hands in front of her, lowered her head, nodded a few times, mouthed a reply, which Andrea lip-read as a 'yes', and without a look back into the house, she followed Evelyn around the side of the house on the path that led to the front.
"Well," said Kay, "whatever she said, it seems to have worked on Amelia. I've never seen her looking so ashamed of herself. She was positively blushing as she left."
Andrea looked over at Kay with a conspiratorial look and added, "I wonder how many cheeks will be reddened by Evelyn this afternoon!" and both women giggled like nervous schoolgirls.
Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang and the door opened, Evelyn letting herself in with Amelia walking stiffly after her. They made their way into the large living area as Andrea ushered them back in. Evelyn resumed the seat she had previously been occupying and sat comfortably, as if in wait for something.
Amelia looked slightly disheveled, her shoulder-length brown hair unbrushed and her clothing a little more rumpled than earlier. She didn't take a seat. Instead, she went and stood in front of Andrea, looked down at the floor and said in a stuttering voice, "I'm so sorry I was rude to your friend earlier. It was unforgivable and I apologise for my bad behaviour."
Before Andrea could react or respond, Amelia adopted the same position of penitence in front of her mother and spoke again. "Mum' I'm sorry I have been so sulky and rude to you the past year. I want to apologise. I know I was being childish and selfish. I'll try to make it up to you."
Kay was as astonished as Andrea. "Well, thank you sweetheart. You know that I love you and just want the best for you. Let's make a new start." A very public expression of her love and concern for her daughter.
Amelia wasn't finished. "I think everyone here can guess what's just happened. I've been to Evelyn's house where she demonstrated how she felt about my behaviour. Mum, if I displease you again, please tell Evelyn. She will know what to do about it. I know I will deserve it and I have agreed to be disciplined by her again whenever necessary."
"Really, darling? You want to be sent to Evelyn's house if you disappoint me?" Kay was amazed. She was also feeling the heat in her groin. This Mistress Evelyn must be really good, she thought. To turn my disobedient, rude girl into an apologizing wreck who asks for more when she earns it? Wow!
"Yes, mum. If I let you down, I want you to report me to Mistr.., uh, Evelyn. I promise I will not object or refuse."
"Well, I'm glad that's all settled!" Evelyn stood up and made her excuses before leaving. Andrea took her to the door, giving Kay and her daughter a moment alone.
"I am truly impressed, Evelyn. Well done, and thank you. I'm sure Kay will be in touch with you herself soon. While you were away with Amelia she was telling me more about her schooldays and I know she misses them greatly."
"Should I wear a gown and a mortarboard?" asked Evelyn with a smile. "I can if she would enjoy the role play." And both women laughed at the idea, albeit knowing that Evelyn was serious.
Evelyn then told her that the girl had been quite a tough nut at first, but with a little soul searching, she had come round to the idea that some discipline would do her more good than harm and she had finally given herself willingly to the idea that she should be punished. There had been some token resistance to the notion of taking her punishment naked, but once again, good reasoning and persuasion got her out of her clothes and she had succumbed to the bondage chair as everyone eventually does. She had been made to request twenty-four swats of the leather paddle and by the end of it, there was visual and olfactory evidence that she had actually enjoyed it. Her pussy was dripping! But what a hairy pussy it was. She had been ordered to remove all of her pubic hair before she would be allowed to return to this room. Andrea was massively turned on at the thought of it all. Lucky Evelyn. Clever Evelyn.
Andrea returned to her living room and found Kay standing giving her daughter a big hug as Amelia sobbed her heart out. Quietly leaving them alone, she went and sat on the stairs, thinking about what a strange afternoon it had been.
Ten minutes later, Kay came through and announced that it was time to go. She said Amelia was truly sorry and had even told her she was glad to have been corrected by Evelyn.
"She says it opened up her mind and made her really think about herself. She even admitted that although her buns were burning, she would accept more if she knew she deserved it. I'm now beginning to wonder if she enjoyed her visit to Evelyn's house a little more than I thought she might."
"Time will tell, Kay. My guess is she will be as good as an angel until the need for discipline kicks in again, and then she'll do something contrived and silly in order to be sent for more. If she is anything like you and me, that is! Meanwhile, Evelyn says to please call her whenever you are ready to revisit your headmistress and she will gladly make time for you."
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Tom, meanwhile had fallen under the spell of Lisa and, with full blessing from Evelyn, was now under her command. He had been taken to report to Evelyn first, for her to inspect his genital area in case there was any lingering problem after so long in the cage, but healthy young skin and her good hygiene advice had kept him in good condition. He was compelled to request a farewell caning from Evelyn and once again, his buttocks were covered in stripes which he wore proudly for Lisa. However, she was as good as her promise and was now planning to take Tom to her special massage parlour.
It was her own establishment, in partnership with a Thai friend. The friend was a ladyboy as were many of the staff. It was on two floors and included about six rooms downstairs for more traditional massage, but upstairs was rather different. This was divided into just three large rooms accessed from a sizeable landing leading down the open stairway with wooden banister and balusters to the reception area of the parlour. It was therefore possible from below to look up and see people on the landing, and down, to see where, the massage girls relaxed while they waited for clients. All the staff were mischievous though and Tom had no idea what was in store for him as he sat beside Lisa in her sports car, driving to his appointment one afternoon a few weeks later. He had, however a slight inkling, for Lisa had commanded him to refrain from masturbating for five days before his visit.
"Hello ladies!" Lisa's traditional greeting when she went to her place of investment and occasional work. Her partner was the manageress of the establishment and Lisa provided the money.
Squealing of pleasure and hugs all round. The staff were nothing if not effusive in their behaviour and Lisa beamed with pleasure. She was informed that there was just one customer in at the moment, enjoying a two-girl massage with a prostate massage to finish with. She introduced Tom, who nodded politely as he was introduced to each member of staff in turn, blushing more furiously as he did so as he found so many of them attractive beyond his expectations. He knew about the different nature of some of the girls but having no experience of them, it was unlikely he could tell lady from ladyboy.
"We are going upstairs, but I may send Tom down on some errands during his visit. You know what to do." She nodded to the gathered staff, selecting two to join Tom and her upstairs.
At the upper landing, Lisa turned to Tom and instructed him. "Tom, you will obey all of my instructions here in my domain. Failure to do so will inevitable end poorly for you." Tom nodded assent, secretly knowing that nothing was further from his intentions. He was completely in Lisa's thrall and little she could do would dismay him.
"The first thing you must do is remove your clothing, Tom, and hand each item to Som here." She indicated the Thai girl beside her, who smiled and clasped her hands together in a 'wai' of greeting. She was a tall girl, with quite large hands and bare feet. The wooden flooring seemed appropriate for bare feet and Tom started with his shoes and socks.
Lisa, Som and the third girl, Loy, watched, amused, as Tom finally drew his pants down to his ankles and stepping out of them, folded them neatly and handed them to Som who took his whole wardrobe away and secured everything, clothes, watch and phone, away in a locker at the side of the landing.
"Slaves are always naked for their mistresses upstairs, Tom. Your clothes will be returned once you have completed the tasks I set for you. You will obey all commands given to you inside this place, no matter who gives them. And every one of my staff will be addressed as 'Mistress'. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress Lisa. I understand. Thank you." Why he thanked her he couldn't imagine. He could see the other two girls smirking and felt humiliated, standing there naked with his hands clasped in front of his still flacid member in a futile attempt to reduce his exposure to them. Lisa had ensured that he was completely bald between navel and knee, not a single pubic hair in sight.
