Bought and Trained (22 page)

“Be honest with me, sweetheart,” Grace had said to her that evening as Hannah sat
in her lap. “Did you mean to earn that punishment?”

“Oh, Mistress,” Hannah had replied, blushing, “I suppose I did, but being here with
you and Master I can hardly tell anymore.”

“Was your time with Uncle Peter very bad?”

“No, though I think he thought it was, and I cried a lot for him because it seemed
to make him happy.”

Grace had to admit to herself that the thought was making her rather happier than
might be consistent with a strictly loving role. “Did he… have you, sweet Hannah?”
she whispered.

Hannah nodded solemnly. “That made him very, very happy,” she whispered back. “And
I didn’t mind. After he spanked me, he was very nice, and…”

“And what, Hannah?”

“I told him I wanted to make him feel good with my mouth, like girls do sometimes
with their husbands, and the way Rose has to do with Master when Master tells her
to.”

“Naughty!”

“Oh, Mistress, I’m sorry! I hope it was alright!”

“Yes, child, it was fine. It was wonderful, and I’m glad Uncle Peter got to see what
a pleasing young lady you really are.”

The doorbell rang. It was, in fact, Uncle Peter himself. He gave David a hug, and
the cash-filled envelope that was the universal enclave birthday gift. Everyone gave
cash because no one in the enclave ever wanted for anything, and the competition to
buy ever more garish gifts had seemed to the founders of the community wasteful and
vulgar. Gifted cash that need not pass through anyone’s digitally discoverable accounts
was always very welcome, on the other hand, though it usually simply circulated from
one celebration to the next, sitting in the safe still in its various envelopes until
a birthday or engagement party invitation arrived.

“I know I’m common to arrive so close to on time,” Peter said, “but the thought of
seeing your girls, and having the chance to get to know them even better—though of
course I know Hannah rather well, now, already—didn’t let me rest.”

Grace laughed. “I can see that,” she said, looking pointedly at the tent in Peter’s
trousers. “They’re just for spanking right now, alright?”

“Of course,” Peter said, moving across the foyer toward the long spanking bench, to
admire the proffered backsides. “Girls,” he said, “it’s Uncle Peter. We met at the
club last week—do you remember?”

“Yes, Uncle Peter,” Rose and Hannah chorused back, their faces charmingly revealed
by the big mirror Grace had placed on the far side of the bench. “How are you coming
along, girls? Rose, are you enjoying Saint Martin?”

“Very much, Uncle Peter.”

“And, Hannah, I hope your bottom is feeling better?”

“Yes, Uncle Peter. Thank you again for my punishment. I won’t sass you again, I promise.”

“Oh,” said Peter, comically, “that’s a shame. Thank goodness that tonight I don’t
need an excuse to redden these bottoms!” Just as he picked up Hannah’s paddle, the
doorbell rang again, and the guests began to arrive in number, until the full complement
of the thirty-five invited friends were present.

With so many guests, David rationed each of them to no more than ten paddle-spanks
on each bottom, but even so the bottoms quickly grew so red and the wails and tears
of the girls so authentic that Grace had to announce a break in the chastisement at
around 8:00: “You may give these naughty bottoms the rest of David’s birthday spanking
in fifteen minutes!”

An audible sigh went up from the queue of friends and relations, but they happily
filed into the living room to fill their glasses and eat seafood in great profusion,
secure in the knowledge that they would have their chance at Rose’s and Hannah’s backsides
in a little while. Before she went to join David and the guests, Grace went to stand
between the bottoms, and laid a maternal hand on each of them, looking into Rose’s
and Hannah’s bright eyes in the mirror.

“You’re doing so well, girls,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Rose.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Hannah.

Really, Rose was so used to being spanked now, and so accustomed to the arousal that
it brought, that being paddled by these rich people seemed like a dream of submissive
pleasure. Indeed, she had to admit that ‘accustomed’ was the wrong word: really, she
craved the humiliating discomfort of being placed over the spanking bench and paddled
by her master, and now, tonight, to know that he was watching these strangers spank
her seemed to send her into a different place, high above the world she had known
before she had been his concubine. And when Rose realized that David was watching
Rose, too, as in the mirror she saw them spanking his new concubine—saw the lustful
looks on her master’s guests’ faces, as they enjoyed giving David’s birthday present’s
bottom what it had coming to it for the naughtiness that never, ever seemed likely
to go away—it all seemed like she had travelled through the cover of
Schoolgirl Tales
and ended up in a wonderland of spanking and sex that she never wanted to leave.

After Rose and Hannah had remained by themselves in the foyer for fifteen minutes,
listening to the guests and whispering to one another—giggling, even, about Uncle
Peter—Grace declared that it was time for those who had not gotten a chance with the
paddles to return and queue up for a second round of birthday chastisement. After
more sharp smacking sounds, and wails of pain from Hannah and Rose, the guests had
at last finished saying hello to the new acquisitions, and it was time for the next
part of the festivities.

Before the girls were sent for their next duty, though, Grace brought out a small
gift box, and handed it to David.

“I told you not to,” David said.

“I know you did,” Grace replied, “just like every year. But when I thought of this
I couldn’t resist. Open it now.”

David complied, opening the paper, neatly folding it, and laying it aside. Rose watched
in the mirror as he opened the little box, while Grace stood by him and peered into
it. Inside were two thin silver collars, with clasps bearing tiny locks. David’s and
Grace’s initials, ‘DH’ and ‘GH’ were affixed to them on little medallions that hung
from the delicate, shiny circles. David laughed as he took out the little keys.

“Perfect,” David said.

“And the sizes are right,” Grace said. “I got the numbers from the Institute.”

“Do you want to put them on the girls?” David asked.

Grace said, “You should do Rose, and I’ll do Hannah.” David handed the slightly smaller
collar to Grace, and David and Grace advanced toward the girls. Rose watched David’s
face in the mirror, feeling her stomach flutter at how intent he appeared on enjoying
this moment of possession, as she felt his hands, so familiar now, on her neck, fastening
her new collar around it, and heard the little click of the lock. In the mirror, she
saw the initials on the little medallion: DH.

“You may get up, girls,” David said, “and go get into your lingerie.”

Grace said, “We’ll see you just after David blows out his candles, OK?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said.

David had picked out the lingerie: white for Hannah and black for Rose, matching garter
belts and stockings, with nothing else.

Besides the manner of their entrance, David and Grace had declined to tell them anything
about what would happen once they were among the guests. “Birthdays are a time for
surprises,” Grace had said. Rose felt her stomach flutter as she imagined the various
possibilities.

They stood, waiting, in the kitchen, while a caterer put the candles on the cake.
Rose wasn’t positive, but the caterer seemed to be blushing at the site of Hannah
and Rose in their garter belts framing their hairless pussies. Hannah took Rose’s
hand and whispered, “It’s going to be OK.” Rose realized that she was shaking like
a leaf.

The cake departed for the living room; they heard the guests singing ‘Happy Birthday.’
“Let’s go,” Hannah said. They walked through the dining room, and stood in the entry
to the living room, which was broad enough to hold both of them, and watched David
try to blow all thirty of the candles out. Grace finally had to help him, as the guests
laughed and applauded.

The lights came up, and the guests began to notice Hannah and Rose standing in the
doorway. An appreciative murmur seemed to run through the crowd. As the caterer began
to cut the cake into pieces for the guests, Grace said, to the whole party, “David
told me that I should introduce the girls, because Rose, as you know is my present
to him. We’ve already bored you all with the story of how Hannah comes to be with
us, too, so I’ll just say that I think I’m the luckiest woman ever to give her husband
a concubine.”

The guests laughed uproariously at that, and Rose felt her heart rise as she saw the
beatific smile on Grace’s face. Suddenly her eyes found Uncle Peter’s, and she realized
that he was looking straight at her, with a fixed gaze, that—she had no doubt of it—was
clearly hungry. Absurdly, she felt herself blush under his gaze as she had not blushed
to be in front of all these people clad only in a garter belt and stockings, with
her pussy smooth and bare.

She cast her eyes down, where she knew they should be.

“Anyway, with David’s permission,” continued Grace, “I’m the one who gets to tell
you what we have planned. We want to make sure that you get the chance to get to know
our wonderful girls as intimately as you would like. So when we go out onto the patio
in a moment, Rose and Hannah are going to put on a little show, to start off with.”

Now Rose was blushing as she thought she had never blushed.

“After that, Rose is going to be tied over a bench, and you’ll have the opportunity
to use her however you’d like. Hannah, as you know, is a bit different. She’s very
attached to Rose, so we’re not going to separate them tonight, when you can well imagine
they’re both a little nervous. So we’re going to tie Hannah to the bench that Rose
is over, but she’ll be on a long leash. She’ll be on her little stool there, and there’ll
also be a big chair nearby, for you to sit in if you’d like. One of my favorite things
in the world is to have Hannah in my lap while I watch David enjoy Rose. You may do
that with Hannah, or you may, if you want, put her over her stool, or over the chair,
for a little spanking. Hannah tends to be very naughty while Rose is being enjoyed.
You may find it necessary to chastise her for that. The choice is yours, but Hannah’s
play of innocence is important to us, and we ask you to respect that.”

* * *

At the end of the patio, well lit by floodlights in the trees, there was a raised
platform built out of the same stone as the patio, and Rose and Hannah were ordered
to go up the steps to it. Atop the platform, gymnastics mats had been laid out. Those
mats had themselves been placed on a slightly slanted structure, so that what Rose
and Hannah did on the mats would be visible to the guests, milling about, drinking
and eating cake on the patio. Thankfully, at the bottom of the little slope of mats,
more mats had been secured as a lip, so that the girls stood in no danger of falling
off the platform. Against that lip, too, there were cushions that Rose and Hannah
could use as they liked to position themselves and each other.

Rose and Hannah were told to begin by kneeling, facing each other, and then to embrace
and kiss, and rub their breasts together. Then they had to hold one another’s bottoms,
and show the guests how they rubbed their pussies together. David gave all these commands
amid an ongoing flow of dirty talk that had both Rose and Hannah flushed and panting:
“Show these nice people how naughty you are,” and, “I’m sure that little pussy is
very wet, isn’t it?” and, “Look at those cute pink bottoms! You all did a very nice
job with the paddles!”

Then, however, it was time for David to ask for requests from the audience as to what
the girls would do. In their female pleasure class at the Institute, Rose and Hannah
had learned to put on this kind of performance, not in the manner of porn stars, but
in the manner of innocent young things who are frightfully ashamed of doing the things
they are commanded to do. Nor did Rose find it very difficult to assume that attitude,
for it did feel so very shameful to have to do the things that were called out, with
Hannah, like sixty-nine, and taking turns spanking each other, and, “Bend down and
open up those asses for us.”

Then David got out the toy box, and the commands were “Double dong!” and “Hannah,
put that big one in Rose’s pussy!” and “Ass to ass!”

The show went on for an hour or so. In between the various things David and the guests
told them to do, Rose and Hannah got the chance to be creative: Rose arranged some
cushions, for example, so that she could sit comfortably and take Hannah on her lap
and cuddle her naughtily, facing the party guests but letting the two of them focus
on each other. Rose whispered into Hannah’s ear things like “Such a good girl, Hannah,”
and “Naughty wet pussy,” as she caressed the friend who now really did feel to Rose
like a little sister.

After the show, Hannah and Rose were led to the far end of the patio, where there
were tiki torches to light the bench with the stool and the chair next to it. The
torch light glinted off their new silver collars, and Rose found herself touching
hers, and the medallion that said ‘DH’ on it, self-consciously, but also with a kind
of secret pleasure.

It went on for a long time. There was no long queue, as there had been for the paddles
at the beginning of the party, because Grace was making her way through the guests,
asking whether they would like some time with Hannah and Rose. Sometimes there was
just one man there, taking his pleasure of Rose, perhaps instructing Hannah to watch,
as Uncle Peter did. Sometimes a couple came, and the husband would enjoy Rose while
the wife spanked Hannah, or the wife would don the strap-on harness that lay on the
table next to Rose’s bench, and plunge into Rose that way, where Rose lay arranged
for such indignities, and the husband would sit in the chair and give Hannah an orgasm
with his fingers as they watched.