(This story arc takes place in an alternative reality where legal slavery exists in the United States as depicted in the stories by Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, Gentlemanmariner and a number of others. Joe graciously allowed me to use the Big D slave market for this story so long as I avoided killing or maiming any of his characters which I somehow managed to avoid along with not burning down the place. I also want to thank Carl for editing much of my work, which greatly improved the final product while also allowing me to incorporate some of his characters and institutions in my stories. All persons enslaved, involved in slavery operations, or described in explicit sex scenes are aged 18 years or older. Feedback in the form of comments are greatly appreciated.)
Mistress Johnson led Lindsey and me down a hallway through some doors and turned right into a large, long hallway that was all glass to my left, opening up into a large courtyard. Across the courtyard was a large three story building that was a twin to the one I was in.
"There is your dorm mother now," advised Mistress Johnson, as we walked down the hallway.
I hear a loud "Thwack" followed by "Nine, thank you mistress," in a female voice.
"Thwack" followed by "Nine, thank you mistress," by a different female voice.
"Thwack" followed by "Ten, thank you mistress," in the first female voice.
"Thwack" followed by "Ten, thank you mistress," in the second female voice.
Mistress Kara, my new "dorm mother," was an attractive, fit muscular six-foot-tall statuesque woman in her mid thirties with black hair shaved short on the sides, spiked on top with a purple streak. She wore above the knees black leather boots with three inch heels, a black leather skirt, a grey blouse buttoned at the neck and a black velvet choker around her neck. Just visualize a punk BDSM mistress from hell and that was our new "dorm mother."
Mistress Kara looked up as we approached and either smiled or sneered at us, I could not tell which, sending a chill down my back and a tingle in my pussy. This just reinforced the idea that I have some serious issues with submission.
Mistress Kara was wielding a paddle, a long, cricket bat looking piece of wood that was a cross between a sorority punishment paddle and one best found in a sex dungeon. There were two naked groaning slaves bent at the waist with reddish pink buttocks lying across a cushioned black leather bench. The bench resembled a pommel horse and was clearly wide enough to accommodate two girls at a time and possibly three.
Further down the hallway I saw two Saint Andrew's crosses facing the hallway occupied by two moaning gagged naked sweaty teary-eyed slaves complete with slave grins adorning their cute faces. Both were decorated with little bells attached to their pierced nipples that would jingle as they moved about. They also had a device that resembled a chastity belt that would buzz from time to time. When you heard the buzzing the girl would start thrashing around, bells jingling, attempting to hump the air in front of her.
We stopped about three yards down the hallway from the bench when Mistress Johnson stopped walking.
"It will be instructive for the two of you to observe Mistress Kara administering the evening punishments," advised Mistress Johnson.
"Nine and Ten, we are done, I do not want to see you on my bench anytime soon," directed Mistress Kara.
"Mistress Kara, thank you for educating us on the error of our ways," said the two girls, on the verge of tears with flushed faces, as they stood in front of Mistress Kara. They then walked away into the sleep room.
To my left was a glass wall that went the length of the building looking out onto the courtyard. To my right going backwards was a large dance studio that looked like it had enough room for sixty individuals for slave yoga. To the right of the punishment bench were two desks, one for Mistress Kara and the other for security that backed up to the wall between the dance studio and slave quarters. If my back were to the glass wall, to the left of the desks was an open area with the before mentioned St. Andrew's crosses right on the hallway.
The wall that backed up into the sleep room, opposite the glass wall, had 60 numbered iPads charging in nooks that also had some sort of carrying case and a glass refrigerator with 60 numbered water bottles and a large sink to the left of the refrigerator. Further along the wall were metal dog dishes in three stacks on a counter over shelves full of 20 oz. cans of Purina Slave chow. Along the top of the wall were ten pairs of brands under the words "First Class." To the left of the counter was a large doorway into the sleep room which I would later learn had room for fifty to sixty slaves. Further to the left was the communal bathroom facility.
"Twenty-five and Twenty-six step forward," commanded Mistress Kara.
Two slaves stepped to the fore. Twenty-five was a gorgeous short voluptuous blue-eyed blonde with an aura of entitlement that glared defiantly at Mistress Kara. In contrast Twenty-six was lithe and trim, with small high breasts and slim boyish hips and well-toned long shapely legs. The tall stunning Latina with jet black hair with a fiery temper glared in undisguised anger at Twenty-five.
Mistress Kara walked behind the bench, depositing the paddle in an umbrella holder that also contained four canes and another identical paddle. She opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out four small objects and a flogging lash that was just a six-foot-long thick leather strap attached to a twelve-inch handle.
"The flogging lash if swung with full force, even if it doesn't break the skin, will still hurt terribly. It is designed to bruise and create welts without breaking the skin or causing any permanent damage," advised Mistress Johnson turning her head towards Lindsey and me. "It is much more painful than the paddle or crop."
"Broadstone has a corporal punishment system where trainees are given demerits for a wide variety of offenses, with being late to class, not paying attention in class, not putting forth sufficient effort in class as a few examples. We have rules that we expect you to follow and there will be consequences for non-compliance. Instructors may impose immediate punishment using their hand, a riding crop or paddle or assign demerits. Trainees are subjected to corporal punishment every time they rack up twenty demerits. Mistress Kara has wide latitude in how that punishment is delivered. She has the option to use her bare hand, a riding crop, a paddle, a flogger, a cane or a whip. Let's observe now, shall we," she continued.
While Mistress Johnson was speaking Mistress Kara had attached wicked looking weighted nipple clamps to the two rebellious girls and positioned them bent over the punishment bench.
"The two of you have found yourselves draped over the punishment bench at least once every day since arriving here last week and I have increased the pain inflicted upon you each time. If you do not get your acts together you will be sent to an Obedience School for a week or some other longer alternative which will make this look like a walk in the park. This is your final warning," advised Mistress Kara.
"Ten strokes for each of you for failure to demonstrate sufficient effort in oral and anal skills classes, do not count the strokes as I administer them, do not move off of the bench," directed Mistress Kara.
