Chayton took the
leash from Ayden and, staring directly at Lindsey, he clipped it to the table.
“You will be punished if you disobey Ayden,” he said calmly and sat down next
to her. Ayden sat on his other side.
Lindsey faced the
table and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the big man to go away. “Ayden, keep
track during lunch. She has one punishment coming.”
Lindsey’s teeth
chattered in fear.
“Yes, Master. Should
I tell her why?”
“Yes.” Chayton took
hold of Lindsey’s chin and turned her to face Ayden. “Open your eyes,” he
demanded. Lindsey looked miserably at Ayden. “Ayden, that’s two.” Lindsey
jerked at his voice and her eyes began filling with tears. Chayton found
himself undeniably aroused by her despair.
“Yes, Master.
Alyssa, when the Master speaks to you, you must acknowledge him. Unless
directed by him otherwise, you answer ‘Yes, Master’.” Ayden studied her, trying
to plead her compliance.
“You were told this
before we landed,” the Master reminded her. Lindsey was so scared on the plane
she could not remember what he had told them. She was trying to remember his
warnings when he said, “Three,” and she flinched.
Ayden was getting
distressed, and looked at Alyssa’s rapidly filling eyes. “Yes, Master,” Ayden
replied. Lindsey finally figured out she had to answer the big man when he
spoke to her.
The servant girl
rolled a cart over to their table. She put utensils and a napkin in front of
Chayton. Lindsey watched silently as the girl filled a glass with lemonade and
placed a plate with herbed salmon, potatoes, green beans and a small salad in
front of him. She repeated the procedure with Ayden and finally Lindsey.
Lindsey looked up at
Ayden, not sure if it was all right to start eating, and she was afraid of
earning another punishment. She certainly did not want to look at the Master.
Chayton watched her quietly, pleased that she was trusting Ayden to guide her.
Ayden gave her a little nod and Lindsey quietly started filling her empty
stomach.
“What have you
taught her?” the Master asked Ayden. Ayden squirmed uncomfortably because he
knew his Master had been listening. He had been told he was doing a good job
earlier. When he thought about it now, he realized he really had not shown her
much. “Does she know her positions? Does she know commands?”
Ayden looked at the
table. “I’m sorry, Master. I was trying to calm her down.”
“What did I direct
you to do?” Chayton pushed.
“You told me to
teach her the rules, Master. I disobeyed.” Ayden was clearly upset and Lindsey
was feeling oddly guilty for putting him in this situation. “Master, I’m having
a difficult time. She looks so scared.”
“So you dared to
disobey me? You can see for yourself she’ll take advantage of you,” the big man
thundered, nodding towards the leash. “Go to your room and wait for me.”
Lindsey saw the fear and pain cross Ayden’s soft features.
“Yes, Master.” He
quickly rose and headed towards the house, leaving Lindsey with the terrifying
Indian.
“How many
punishments have you earned?” the Master asked her.
Lindsey stared
silently at her empty plate. She wanted Ayden to come back and this big man to
go away. Chayton slammed his fist down, rattling the plates. Lindsey bolted
back from her chair getting ready to run, when the leash snapped her head back.
Chayton stood up,
unhooked her leash and headed towards the house. Lindsey felt the pull on her
collar and tried to set her heels on the smooth patio tiles. Chayton dragged
her along, paying no attention to her struggle. Lindsey panicked and dropped to
the ground, trying to grab onto furniture and anything else she could get hold
of. Chayton kept walking and dragging her. She was crying and started
screaming. “No, let me go!” He stopped.
Chayton turned,
reached down and lifted her by the collar. Leaning over, he glared into her
eyes and Lindsey was shocked into silence. He turned back towards the house and
continued to force her to follow him, the leash swinging freely between her
breasts while his hand continued to grip the front of her collar. He pulled her
through the dining room and the kitchen where Lindsey caught a brief glimpse of
the serving girl’s frightened expression. Chayton headed downstairs to the
basement. When they reached the first door, he pulled it open and threw her
inside. Lindsey skidded across the smooth cement on her hands and knees as she
heard the door slam shut behind her.
She scampered across
the floor and felt his hand around her ankle pulling her back. Terrified and
sobbing, she turned around and tried to pry him loose with her small shaking
hands. He pulled her back to the middle of the room and held her there by her ankle.
Eventually, she stopped trying to remove his hand. It was useless. His fingers
reached completely around her ankle over the cuff and she leaned back on her
arms in exhaustion. They stayed that way for a long time until she had cried
herself out. Sniffling, she cautiously looked up at him.
His black eyes were
staring at her, and his long hair was hanging down almost to the floor in his
bent position. “How many punishments have you earned?”
Lindsey silently
stared at the fierce man. He grabbed her collar again and hoisted her to her
toes, leading her towards a wooden pole embedded in the floor by the wall.
There was a heavy chain with a hook on the end of it hanging from another hook
set high in the post. Two eyebolts were set in the floor about two feet apart
with short chains and hooks on the ends of them as well.
Chayton let go of
her collar and seized one of her wrists. She struggled to get away but he
easily overpowered her and grabbed her other hand. He hooked the cuffs together
with embedded clips. Lindsey kicked and fought him as he lifted her arms high
over her head and hung her over the hook on the end of the chain facing the
post. He lowered her until her feet barely touched the floor and secured the
chain.
She tried to unhook
her wrists from the chain, not realizing he was binding one of her ankles to
the floor until it was too late. Whimpering with fear, she tried to kick out
with her other leg. Chayton had no trouble catching the flailing limb and
securing it as well. With her arms stretched over her head and her legs spread
to the bolts in the floor she was forced up onto her toes. She was sobbing and
trying to pull away. “Please,” she cried, “I don’t know what you want. Please
let me down,” she panicked.
Chayton stepped back
and waited. After a few minutes, she realized the futility of her struggles and
rested her head on the pole, softly crying. She could sense him walking up
close behind her and she shuddered. He leaned up against her back, towering over
her, and his strong arm reached around her, pinning her close against his broad
chest. He started running his thumb gently down her wet cheek while his other
hand caressed her side. She was still shaking in silence as he leaned down next
to her ear and said quietly. “Three. You have earned three punishments, Alyssa.
Say: ‘Master, I have earned three punishments’.”
Lindsey had no idea
what a punishment would be, but she could not think of any way to get out of
her frightening predicament. Miserably, she whispered, “I have three
punishments.”
“Master, I have
earned three punishments,” he patiently corrected.
Lindsey gulped a
sob, “Master, I have earned three punishments.”
Chayton lightly
kissed the side of her head, continuing to stroke her cheek while his other
hand untied the shoulder strap of her dress. She felt the slinky material start
to drop to her hips. Before it stopped sliding, he fisted the back of the
material and ripped it from her. Lindsey gasped and squirmed closer to the
pole, away from the contact of his body, and new tears began spilling down her
cheeks. He caressed her quivering naked side and took her long hair and slid it
over her shoulder, covering her breasts. “You will count out your punishments.
You will be punished until you count out all three.” He abruptly stepped back
and Lindsey heard the opening of a metal door.
Her arms and legs
were starting to ache from being stretched. She heard a swooshing sound, then a
slap, and a second later there was a searing pain across her bottom. “Aaayeee!”
the panicked girl screamed.
She felt Chayton
come up behind her and his fingertips traced the welt as he leaned down to her
ear and calmly said, “One, Master.” He waited patiently.
Finally, she sobbed,
“One, Master.” He kissed the side of her head and moved back.
Swoosh. Slap. A
slicing burn across her shoulders. “Aaahhh!” she raised higher on her toes,
tightening her bottom muscles. Chayton’s eyes gleamed sadistically at her
flexed ass cheeks.
Lindsey was shaking
and thrusting back and forth, wildly trying to get away from the post. Chayton
moved up behind her and she felt him tracing the new line across her back,
waiting. It took a moment for her to settle down and gather any fragment of
composure. She looked down at the floor and saw the tail of the whip curled by
her foot. “Two, Master,” she wailed. Once again he kissed the side of her head
and backed up. Oh god, she thought, one more.
Swoosh. Slap. Then
the delayed sting crossed the top of both thighs. “Aaahhh!” She tried to hop.
“Three, Master,” she blurted. She heard him walk away and the metal door was
closed. His tall form was behind her again, fingers brushing the new tortured
length of the whip’s mark. The other hand moved to the front, thumb wiping her
tears. Lindsey could feel the tremendous strength and power in his hands and
arms. The hand on her thighs began to move up to her bottom and slowly reached
between her spread legs. She cried softly and tried to move away as his fingers
found her wet slit.
Chayton closed his
eyes, savoring the magnitude of the moment. Lightly stroking her pussy, he
kissed her ear and whispered, “Good girl.” He held her pinned for several
minutes as he absorbed his conquest. Finally, he unchained her from the post.
She stumbled and he caught her under the arm and held her against his chest
until she could steady herself.
