Note: I was going through Drafts again last night, laughing at some of the brief entries I had started and book marking others to share here. One post was entitled Chicken It had two lines.

I think I scared myself with my last fantasy, y’all.

I do have two more parts of it – the “Her Training” series – sitting in drafts.

Here is the first of those two segments.

Bethany had been thoroughly prepared for dinner and her first training session. After the warm moment with Sir, it was back to business. She was hustled into the shower and she quickly learned that the space on either side of the shower was so that Sir and Ma’am could work together in soaping, scrubbing, and rinsing her. They had washed every crevice and crook of her body. No part had been untouched.

Forgetting that she needed permission to speak had earned her a sharp smack on an already wet ass from Ma’am and she had promised herself not to make that mistake again.

After the shower, they applied lotion to her body from head to toe. This attentive massage made her sigh and hum with pleasure. She managed to hold still while Ma’am applied her make-up, commenting that it was waterproof so she didn’t need to worry about it running no matter how much she cried. Sir brushed her shoulder length hair.

All of that was mostly pleasant. But then they moved her to a leather chair that leaned back. Extending from the base were restraints that held her spread eagle. In this position, her legs were pulled up and back, giving them easy access to her pussy. She had been waxed, at Dan’s insistence, just a few days earlier, so her pussy was bare except for what they called a “landing strip” right down the middle.

She felt a little panicky because she couldn’t tell what Ma’am was doing down there, but in the meantime, Sir was pinching and tugging at her nipples. She wiggled a bit, and, holding a nipple firmly in each hand, he said, “Do I need to restrain you or can you hold still?”

Remembering what he had said earlier about holding position, she breathed deeply and made her body settle. He nodded. “Better.” He continued pinching until both nipples were hard and fully distended.

He released her then and she couldn’t see what he did next, but it felt like he smeared something on each nipple. And indeed he had, she discovered, when they released her. They led her to a three-corner mirror and she could see her reflection from several angles. They had lipsticked and rouged her nipples and her pussy lips a deep red. She didn’t have words for the way this made her feel, but, like a doll or a toy, she thought.

Sir pointed out faint traces of the punishment he had inflicted on her ass and thighs. “They were prettier when they were fresh though,” he commented.

Ma’am nodded. “They really were,” she said.

Bethany realized that she was wishing she still had the pretty marks, all fresh and new.

Sir stroked her ass thoughtfully and she arched her back, leaning into his touch. His eyes met hers in the mirror. “I could mark you now,” he said casually. “Would you like that?”

Almost withoout thought, she replied, “Yes, please, Sir.”

In a moment, his strap was in hand, his left hand went to the back of her collar, pushing her head down, which bent her forward and gave him clear access to her ass. She braced herself with her hands on her knees, still watching in the mirror. He raised his arm and made the strap whistle as he brought it down, landing it hard, snapping it back with his wrist.

She cried out, and her eyes raised to meet his again in the mirror. He smiled. “Good girl,” he said. Still holding her bent, he traced the welt he had raised with one finger. She shuddered.

”See how pretty it is?”

”Yes, Sir,” she replied, and was surprised to realize it was true.

His gaze held her as he said, “Would you like one more for Master Joshua?”

To her dismay, she heard herself say, “Yes, Sir, please.”

He didn’t hesitate in raising his arm, and the whoosh was the same, and it landed hard intersecting the last one, and she cried out again, shocked by the intensity of the sting that settled to become a burning sensation. Sir smiled and his fingers traced the wetness between her thighs. “ So very hot,” he said, “Good thing that lipstick is waterproof.” She rocked back seeking more touch but he pulled her back up to a standing position.

“Look,” he said, tracing both of the marks. “Look how pretty you are.” By looking in the side mirror, she could easily see her ass reflected, the skin looking pale with the crimson welts crossing it. She was wondering if he would ask her to take one more, and thinking that she could accept that, but instead Ma’am attached the leash to her collar.

”Very nice,” she said approvingly. “Let’s get some slippers on you, you will look even prettier then.

The slippers were heels, of course, with straps that encircled her ankles, just below the cuffs, which they had re-attached. Her wrists were cuffed again as well, and of course the collar was in place. They let her look at herself in the mirror now that the preparations were completed.

Sir took the leash this time and said, “Heel,” as he started moving. This time, Ma’am was behind her with the strap already in hand. Sir walked fairly slowly, which was good as she needed to adjust to the heels. It was easier with her hands unbound and she was grateful for that.

They made it to the dining room downstairs with only one incident that needed correction as they were going down the stairs. Ma’am landed the strap quickly, right on her sit spot. That brought tears to her eyes, but they continued walking quickly enough that she couldn’t stay focused on the pain.

They led her into a pleasant dining room, a fire burning along one wall, a table that would seat six in the middle of the room. Master Joshua was standing at the head of the table and her eyes were drawn immediately to him. He crossed the room to greet her, smiling.

”Welcome,” he said, and she smiled back, delighted that he seemed pleased to see her. He took her chin and tilted her head up. Still smiling, he said, “Tonight’s lesson begins with greetings. Whether you are standing or kneeling, you first offer your mouth.”

His thumb stroked her lips. “I may want to kiss you or claim your mouth in some other way.” As he spoke, he slid his thumb into her mouth. With pleasure, she began sucking gently, caressing him with her tongue. “Very nice,” he said.

He went on, “Your breasts are always offering themselves, of course.” His other thumb stroked each nipple in turn, making her moan. He smiled as her mouth vibrated on his thumb. “Sir,” he said, “and Ma’am, the nipples look good. I think this color is right for her. Here and the pussy lips too. Very pleasing.”

He withdrew the thumb, saying, “Turn, I think there are marks on your ass.” Obediently she turned. Ma’am stepped forward and grasped the leash, pulling her head down in what was becoming a familiar posture. Master Joshua stroked the marks on her ass. “She wears them well,” he said.

“And willingly,” Sir volunteered. “She chose to take those two.”

“Oh, good girl!” Said Master Joshua. “That pleases me very much. I would like to see you offer to take one more now.”

He paused, and before she could stop herself, she heard herself say, “Yes, Sir, please, I would like to.”

“Very good!” He said. “Actually, I’d like to watch Sir administer one, and then give you one myself. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir, please,” she said, even though she knew she would be sorry.

Ma’am leaned forward and buckled her wrist cuffs together, attaching them to the O ring in the center of her collar. She released the leash as the weight of the girls hands cuffed together pulled her balance forward. But she put a hand on the back of her collar to keep her from falling.

Sir raised his hand and brought the strap down hard again, crossing the other two marks. Bethany screamed, and Master Joshua caressed her back and hip. “Beautiful,” he said. “So beautiful.”

His hand stroked her between the thighs; her juices were hot and wet. She whimpered with pleasure.

“I’m going to mark you with the strap now,” he said. “I expect to do this many times over the week, but hope you’ll hold this memory, as I will.” The hiss and the sting were familiar, but her ass was on fire this time and it took her breath away. She gasped and then cried out.

Quickly, he said, “Thank me now.”

”Thank you, Sir,” she said, and he laughed.

”No, girl,” he said, “It’s thank you, Master. Come on, let’s eat. I’ll punish you later and you can thank me properly then.”