Brookdale

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

James smiled as he listened to the first suggestion ~ to see Becca twisting and writhing under the whip as he enjoyed his meal had a certain attraction that was well worth considering. ~

James reached out and with the middle finger of his right hand he split Becca's love lips and felt the slick wetness of her arousal. Lifting his finger to Becca's mouth, he instructed her to clean the juices of her cunt from his finger.

Becca saw his hand reaching towards her and knew she would not be able to hide any reaction, nor was she supposed to. Taking that thought, she moaned as her Master's finger ran teasingly along her wet folds, her legs trembling more than ever. He leaves her wanting as the patrons had, only it seemed worse this time as it was her Master's hand. The hand was before her face suddenly and Becca whimpered again before taking the finger between her lips obediently and suckling it. Her tongue ran gently over the digit before it was pulled from her mouth.

"So slut," James addressed the trembling Becca. "We have quite a few suggestions to consider and, by the looks of you, you're obviously very excited at the prospect of any one of the proposals being implemented."

Stroking his chin with his fingers, James gave the impression that he was deep in thought. He enjoyed the fact that his fellow diners eagerly awaited his decision.

The candle suggestion and the using of Becca as a plate were appealing, but these would create too much disruption, whilst the feeding on her knees he felt was far to mild a diversion to his enjoyment of the meal.

James was coming to the conclusion that the idea of Becca being whipped by a third party whilst and in the process he enjoyed his dinner, would be a fitting punishment for her failure to remain seated upon the slave seat. In addition, after the first session of pain had been inflicted on his slave, he decided that he would offer the opportunity of carrying out the remainder of Becca's punishment to his fellow diners.

Requesting the maitre-de to approach his table, James ordered his meal and then checked that he was willing to release his staff to carry out Becca's whipping. On confirmation that this was perfectly acceptable, James proceeded to make arrangements to have Becca whipped during his meal and the maitre-de stood, his pen poised to note down James's instructions.

"Whilst I enjoy my starter, I wish her to be silenced with a ball gag and fixed so that she is facing the wall. She is to be given 12 strokes of a medium leather paddle across her buttocks and 6 strokes to each of her upper thighs. For the main course, she is to receive 15 stripes of a small cat'o nine tails across her back, delivered by one of my fellow diners."

James paused and listened to the appreciative comments from his fellow diners before he continued. "For desert, she will have her gag removed and, after turning the slut to face her audience, I would like her to be belted across her belly with a razor strop receiving 25 strokes, this again to be completed using the assistance of another diner. To accompany the cigars and liqueurs, I propose to whip my slut across those fine tits of hers so that they are well decorated with at least 20 red welts of agony."

Becca whimpered as James spoke and closed her eyes. She wished desperately to leave the restaurant, to run and cover herself, but knew she no longer had any choice in anything and must stay. She had signed her life over to her Master, she could not leave and if she panicked and attempted it, Becca could not even fathom the type of punishment he might give her.

She stood obediently and, even as her humiliation doubled she knew she was incredibly excited. One would never know she had even pondered running away and the fact she had thought it, brought even more shame to her mind.

Becca was trying not to make any noise. She used that for focus, as anything else would have her running for the door. The punishment was to be harsh; her backside would take longer to heal from this whipping on top of the painful welts that still glowed. The drug in her system would have its work cut out for it before the meal was done. There was no longer any comfort that she would heal in a few hours.

The maitre-de left James's table, but quickly returned carrying a box containing the instruments of Becca's forthcoming torture. He held the container and offered the contents for James's approval. In the manner of a bottle of wine being tasted by a customer, James lifted each implement and examined it before Becca's gaze, and he enjoyed the moment as a cat plays with a mouse.

Summoning two waiters to James's table the maitre-de instructed them to escort Becca to where the waiting chains and manacles hung for the wall.

Becca trembled more as the waiters came forward and feared for a moment that she would cause a scene, but managed to keep from crying too loudly. Becca was terrified and she knew she would not be able to get away. The two young men each took one of her arms and led her away before stripping her clothes more completely from her flushed body. Becca was too nervous to put up any sort of resistance let alone fumble as her skirt and blouse, even her stockings and garter belt were removed and her hair pulled up by a clip to leave her feeling even more naked.

The waiters seemed to know precisely what they were doing and worked fast. The fair sized ball was held before her mouth and without even taking a moment to consider it; Becca opened her jaws and took it herself between her teeth. It was pushed in further and she groaned a complaint as the other waiter buckled it firmly in place.

Becca could feel every eye in the restaurant watching her be positioned. Soft comments were exchanged at the look of her naked form. She heard someone joke over how sore her backside would be with the stripes already flaming on her cheeks. The reply from another patron chastised her indirectly for her poor behaviour and requiring so much punishment. Another was kinder saying she must be new to her position and that firm control such as this would be a blessing for her.

Her legs were fairly spread and manacled tightly by one waiter while the other pulled her arms up and away, stretching her body into a living X against the wall. Becca pressed her forehead to the wall and cried softly in shame. Punishment was bad enough but to require punishment before the crowd was nearly too much for her to bear.

Becca was fixed to the manacles that hung from the wall, her wrist and ankle bracelets were fixed so that she stood facing the wall, her arms pulled up and apart exposing the soft smoothness of her back. The jutting prominence of her bottom cheeks was thrown into relief by the securing of her ankle in a widespread pose revealing to all present the soft fig of her sex.

The touch of the paddle startled her. Becca made a soft frightened noise in her throat as it was rubbed over her sore buttocks. Then it began. The pace was slow initially but painful just the same.

The first six strokes were administered by one of the waiters whilst the other stood by the side to wait his turn. Each impact of the paddle pulled a muffled cry of agony from the bound slave. Her hips were knocked against the wall with every blow and her humiliation grew, as she knew it looked as if she were humping the wall.

James watched as the hard leather surface of the paddle smashed into the soft yielding cheeks of Becca's bottom, raising six vivid red outlines of agony over the upper part of her buttocks. On completion of his task, the waiter handed the instrument to his colleague who, with similar precision proceeded to slash the paddle across the lower cheeks of Becca's arse.

The upward direction of the strokes caused the jutting spheres to bounce and recoil on the impact of the leather paddle. The man had sufficient patience to wait until Becca settled after each blow of the paddle, before he used the paddle to smash into the reddening surface of her already badly marked bottom globes.

The beating would have been extremely painful on unmarked flesh, but bearing in mind that Becca had already been caned earlier in the evening, the impact was even greater. On completion of the allotted number of blows to her buttocks, the waiter handed the instrument to his fellow whip master. With barely a cursory smoothing of the implement of torture down Becca's trembling thighs, the wicked leather was then brought swishing across her left thigh.

The experience of the waiter in administering corporal punishment was revealed, as he made sure that the last three inches impacted against the soft and ultra tender surface of Becca's inner thigh, some three inches from her spread sex lips.

James sat enjoying his starter and watching the energetic actions of the two waiters as Becca was subjected to the beating he had prescribed. After the waiter had placed another five red inflamed welts from knees to her cunt lips, he handed the paddle back to his fellow punishment master who proceeded to lay another six vivid stripes of pain to Becca's right thigh, following the pattern set on the left thigh. Becca was then left with her buttocks and thighs glowing with the intense heat of her beating, whilst James finished his starter.

On completion of the beating a ripple of applause broke out in the restaurant as cries of 'Bravo' and 'Well Done' echoed in the ears of the waiters who had acquitted themselves so well. No doubt that their tips from the clientele would show an improvement as a result of the unexpected floor show.

Before calling for his main course, James stood up and, as his fellow diners waited in silent anticipation, he said. "I recall a suggestion from one of my fellow diners that Becca be whipped and, as I do not wish the waiters to feel that they must exert themselves unduly, may I offer the pleasure of striping this slave's back with a cat-o-nine tails to that gentleman."

A burst of applause broke out amongst the occupants of the many tables as the man who had made the suggestion stood up from his table. James noted that he was a man of some fifty summers, about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing approximately 170lbs. His face was rather flushed and his eyes glinted with eager anticipation at his forthcoming treat, whilst his close-cropped grey hair and a small grey moustache gave him a military appearance.

He was in fact Greg Shunter, William's father and he had lived in Brookdale with his wife, Nora for the past 15 years. During his residence in Brookdale he had seen the town grow and prosper as a result of it's somewhat unusual residents.

Greg and Nora took an active role in the life of the community and, at that time, had several slave girls including Julie who, at that moment was being subject to the sadistic activities of his son, under their control who had elected for a 1-year period in service instead of jail sentences for minor offences such as jay walking. He was wearing a lightweight beige suit, which bulged somewhat around his middle, and, as he quickly removed his jacket, the onlookers could see a slight paunch hanging over his leather belt.

"That is mighty generous of you." Greg addressed James. "It is always a pleasure to show these slaves that orders are orders, and have to be obeyed."

James offered him the leather cat-o-nine tails from the selection of instruments and he accompanied Greg to where Becca was tightly tethered awaiting the next instalment of her punishment.

Becca strained to look over her shoulder as she heard her Master addressing the crowd. She didn't know how to react to the offer being given to another Master to perform the whipping. The waiters had seemed to be doing a good enough job, in her opinion. But as the man spoke, she knew to be a bit more afraid. He did not seem to be the gentle sort from the way he spoke.

As Greg stood swishing the instrument of pain before him, James made the following announcement.

"Greg here has kindly agreed to assist the employees of this establishment with the disciplining of my slave Becca. Please proceed and do not spare the disobedient wretch!!"

She felt shame more keenly as James proclaimed her a 'disobedient wretch'. Becca cried softly and hid her face between the wall and her tautly raised arms. Her jaw was beginning to ache from the large ball held tightly between her teeth. She continued to whimper. She was definitely reflecting on her faults and wished desperately she could go back in time and remove the plea for mercy from the slave chair. This punishment was strong and her lesson was learned.

They were behind her exposed back now; she could faintly hear the swish of the cat as the men spoke again. The sound changed suddenly and Becca knew it was on its way to her back. She tried not to tense her body.

"I'll take great pleasure in showing the young lady the error of her ways and she should reflect on her faults as the whip stripes her back." Greg responded. Raising the cat-o-nine tails above his broad shoulder, he slashed it down making the wicked leather strips spread evenly across the smooth white surface of Becca's quivering back. Greg saw with delight the set of red stripes of agony that had been etched across the soft smooth surface.

Painful red hued strips of fiery pain seemed to leap to the surface explode on her skin, and Becca jolted, pressing to the wall as her body withed and twisted. Her throat worked to make a noise, but her breath was simply not there, for it was forced from her by the sheer pain and torment that spread through her naked body. The patrons were thrilled by the display, as she began to almost dance but without moving.

A second lash fell, contacting heavily against her straining back. Fresh stripes criss-crossed the first welts of pain. Becca desperately tried to scream through the ball, but the gag muffled the sound. Greg continued the whipping of the recaltriant woman, enjoying every second of punishing her soft skin. Her screams again began to fade to soft shuddering groans, coming through the gag that kept her from disturbing the patrons too much.

James was able to observe the other patrons enjoying the sight of Becca being punished and he and the audience revelled in the pain demonstrated by the muffled sobs of Becca's screams, as the whip cut across her shoulders, vivid welts of agony burning across the sensitive skin. Her body thrust forward against the straps, as her face pressed against the hard wall surface and was then thrown back as pain cut across the surface of her skin. Her breath was driven from her body as she tried to absorb the severe blows.

The cat' o nine tails sliced into her back again, and again Becca cried into the gag, as the wicked agony of the pain etched deep into the muscles of her back. Again the whip swished through the air and smacked against the middle of her writhing back, and then another stripe of pain ripped into the poor woman. There followed another blow, and another, each tore at the marble white skin of her twitching back, raising red stripes of pain across the soft, white skin of Becca's flesh each cutting deep lines of agony and torment.

The vivid red welts of torture leapt up over the smooth white surface of Becca's writhing back as James continued with his meal. As he considered the rare nature of the steak on his plate, it reminded him of the state that Becca's back would be in, on the completion of the 15 strokes of the cat 'o nine tails.

The whip drew back and this time the lashes cut into the soft flesh of Becca's slim waist, leaving a ring of torment and pain around her body. Greg drew back his arm again and let the whip find its mark as it again curled around her waist, this time and the sharp ends of the leather cut deep into her abdomen like the sting of a hundred scorpions. The other patrons in the restaurant applauded Greg's skill in the use of the whip and James saw several of them clap their hands together at the artistry of the last blow.

Delighted at this opportunity to make use of his skill, Greg again sent the whip slashing across the surface of Becca's back and watched with satisfaction as it cut into her armpit and slice into the side of her heaving breast globe.

Greg then moved to one side, and sent the whip slashing out with a backhanded move, and it cut into Becca's ribs with its bite and striped her belly flesh. Greg then flashed the instrument of agony once more, and watched as the tip slice into the soft tissue of her other soft globe.

His next blows hit her back, and then Greg decided that he would again demonstrate his ability with the whip. As the sweat was coursing down Becca's naked flesh, Greg brought the whip around in a horizontal curve so that it swept around her ribs and the tip cut deeply into the nipple of her tit.

The whip again hit Becca's lower back and it coiled around her hip, the sharp leather strands snatching at her smooth skin leaving marks of pure agony in her flesh. Becca's muffled sobs were becoming even more piteous, as she begged for mercy into the gag. Again Greg visited the lash to her writhing torso to cut into her sensitive flesh once again and the audience was treated to the torment of the poor woman as she attempted to absorb and control the sheer torture of her quivering body.

James observed, with mounting pleasure, the final blows to Becca's shuddering nakedness and, in the writhing and twisting of her naked body saw the piteous agony of a slave whose only reason for her existence was to demonstrate she was a helpless female in severe and unrelenting pain. The sheer power of the emotion aroused in him a heady sensation of total control and supremacy in his veins.