How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 11b

He returned with a pair of long, slender black paddles, one of which he handed to Martin with a deep laugh as the two brothers took a pleasant moment to survey the delicious, guilty, and bound pair of young females.

'Goodness, what a pair of breasts she ended up with,' he remarked appreciatively to Martin with a grin, stepping close to Elizabeth and gently tracing the exquisite curve of her heavy tit with his fingertips and testing its heft in his palm.

He wasn't wrong; she was a bit over-blessed for her diminutive frame, and was deliciously full, with a distinct swing when she walked and a palpable weight to her breasts' delectably smooth underbellies.

Her glory was her nipples, however. They were long, and thick, and were in a chronic state of semi-engorgement, and were highly sensitive; though she was by no means darkly complected, her nipples and areolas were several shades lighter than the rest of her body, which lent them a luminescent, beckoning quality.

Martin laughed heartily.

'Right? Every single man that has enjoyed her this week has said the exact same thing. They are really quite magnificent.' He shrugged. 'I think she gets them from our side of the family; Marie's are much smaller, but you might remember that Elizabeth's mother's pair were similar at her age. Even her nipples weren't quite as large and tasty as those, though.'

A scattering of freckles graced her bosom, and Jack bent and gently kissed one at the edge of her areola; Elizabeth's demeanor went from delight to fury as she discovered he was not, in fact, going to suck her aching nipple, and she broke and fought her bonds as she desperately tried to get her uncle Jack to take her nub in his lips and either relieve or stoke the rapidly growing ungovernable hunger forming in her belly.

He smiled at her as she growled at him and begged him under her breath to touch her somewhere, anywhere; and he gently brushed the hair from her face, tucking the pink streak carefully behind the beautiful girl's ear.

'Good god, what a lovely girl you've grown into,' he said. 'I remember now; I happened to be in town for your going-away party, and your dad had you undress for me and Rob Draper and the other guys and let us all enjoy looking at your little body so we could remember you fondly, since it might be the last time anyone saw you.'

He laughed again as he recalled the delight that never failed to accompany his niece's free spirit.

'And then you just stayed naked for the rest of the party of your own accord, and your poor pops and dad were busy all night trying to keep you out of everyone's hands, you little minx.

'These were much smaller then—goodness, they were like little A-cups, weren't they? And now you're so deliciously curvy. Good lord, your backside is incredible. Your father must be so proud of you. Just a lovely girl.'

Elizabeth laughed and reached, unsuccessfully, for a kiss. When Jack kept his lips just out of her reach, she rolled her big hazel eyes behind her glasses and uttered a frustrated groan.

'Uncle Jack, you know I always told you I couldn't wait for you to train me! Remember I would write you little letters and hide them in your pockets? I think I had a little crush on you when I was younger, and I hoped so hard that someday this would happen. I'm so happy right now...please, please PLEASE train me today, uncle Jack!!'

With a twinkle in his eye, Jack relented to her desperate wish for his kiss, and told her he was looking forward to doing just that as soon as she and Jennifer were properly punished, then began exploring her silky blond bush with his fingers as he turned back to to his brother.

'Ah, it's been just too long, Martin,' he said, delighting in the precious, secret warmth of her swollen, pink vagina, slick with a syrupy combination of her own juices and his brother's saliva that rapidly coated his fingers, while Elizabeth trembled and uttered an endearing series of puppy whines in response to his leisurely explorations, which he naturally ignored.

'Remember a few years back we threw you a surprise birthday party, and you came out here to the backyard without a clue, and there were fifteen or twenty of us waiting for you with your little brunette neighbor—what was her name—from up the block stripped down and strung up here? That was a great evening.'

Martin roared with laughter as he recalled the memorable day.

'Oh my, yes! Anika Johnson. She had clipped my car in the driveway while she was learning to parallel park, and you guys were so thoughtful to get her and bring her over to make it right. Such a delightful birthday party-so much bukkakke on that poor girl.'

Jennifer shivered with the realization of the endless stream of countless young girls who had been in the very bonds that held her now, hung up naked in this yard and enjoyed by Mr. Davis and his friends, over the nearly twenty years that Martin and Marie had lived in the house.

It had to be hundreds, at least; young girl after young girl, undressed by the jolly old man, hung from this tree, touched and prodded and spanked and penetrated kissed and fucked to his satisfaction-and now it was her turn.

Her trail of thought was interrupted by Captain Davis, who was slowly running his fingers along the dark leather of his paddle while he looked her up and down, visualizing in detail how he was planning on applying it to her naked little body.

"So, Jennifer, did Elizabeth explain the rules of bondage training to you when she tied you up?'

Jennifer gasped as a nameless surge of adrenaline swept her, and she could feel the soft curves of her buttocks trembling as she fought to maintain her composure.

'Yes, sir, Captain Davis. She said you get to do whatever you want with me as long as I'm bound, and the only way I can make it stop is by saying the safe word, 'stop', if I'm in horrible pain.'

'Good girl,' Captain Davis said encouragingly. 'Now, have you ever been punished?'

'No sir, Captain Davis. I've only been spanked by my dad.'

Girls were accustomed to a wide variety of occasions in which they may be tied up or bound. The nature of the Festival and its values were both cooperative and competitive in the sacred quest to perfect the young female in every respect, and already, after only a few decades of more selective breeding in this new society, girls were stronger, healthier, more intelligent, more beautiful, and with higher sex drives than at any other time in history.

They were also more spirited, with often high temperaments and an almost feral energy, and many situations such as medical procedures and any of a great variety of important intimate inspections were best done with the girl secured for her own safety before she was stripped of her clothing for whatever purposes were necessary.

Jennifer had been introduced to a new reason for girls to be tied up today by Elizabeth; now Captain Davis was going to expose her to another one.

'The main difference is that while bondage training is done for the sexual pleasure it brings the man, punishment is for the correction of the girl.

'When training a girl in bondage, a man is not trying to hurt her, he's trying to enjoy her; working within her pain threshold is an important part of raising it effectively and safely, so her body can learn to absorb and respond positively to the more intense training lessons that feel very good for eligible men.

'Punishment, however, cannot be negotiated—you must take your punishment no matter what, and trust the men correcting you to gauge how much pain you should feel. In punishment, there is no safeword. Your punishment will be over when it is over, and the pain is the point, to teach you to behave.'

He looked her in her eyes from under his thick, dark brows, and caressed her cheek and breast gently with his huge hand.

'Jennifer, little thing, you've been a bad girl. There are consequences for being bad. Do you understand this?'

Jennifer's eyes pleaded with the captain as he explained the difference; she was so scared, and so turned on. She nodded timidly.

'I do, Captain Davis. I know you need to do this to train me properly. I'm so sorry I was bad—I'm so, so, sorry! I only want to be a good girl, ever. Just...please...please...don't hurt me too bad?'

Jack again was rocked by a rush of feeling as he made the fatal mistake of falling headlong into the limpid agate pools of her eyes, and felt his arm grow suddenly too heavy to raise the paddle against this divine creature. He cursed his unexpected weakness, remonstrating himself for losing the detachment that made him such an effective girl trainer.

He must not fall prey to this little siren. He wasn't sure he would survive it.

Long ago, on the island of Paros, an enchanting Greek girl's dancing dark eyes had made an idiot of one of the most promising young scientific research captains in modern history, and her musical voice and graceful hips had condemned him to a lifetime of worship at her feet. He loved her like nothing else.

They'd married. Not quite two years afterward, while he was at sea surveying the coral reefs of Madagascar, she'd passed away unexpectedly at home in Greece.

Crushed almost into oblivion by the magnitude of his loss and his powerlessness to have been with her, he swore he would never love again unless the object of his affections could accompany him in his voyages as a partner and fellow researcher.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing someone that way again. And he'd spent the last fifteen years running hard ahead of the winds across every ocean and sea, alone.

He didn't know why he was affected so by Jennifer, but he attempted to stuff away the feelings she provoked, surely without having any idea she was doing so.

He was just going to spend the afternoon training this splendid example of the young female form in quite a few delectable and deeply unladylike ways, he reminded himself; leave as much of his semen inside her and Elizabeth as he could, clearing his mind for the upcoming expedition, and then he'd fly out tomorrow at noon for Lisbon, where the Enterprise had been refitted and his crew was waiting for him to set course to tag and name the new crop of baby sperm whales in the pods returning to the Azores. And he would probably not remember her much past noon tomorrow.

Thinking he had regained his stern, implacable demeanor, he was shocked instead to hear himself express a tender concern for the girl.

'Sweet little thing, I just said that you must trust your trainer to know the correct level of pain for your punishment. Your training will never be designed to injure you. I'll use exactly the right amount of force on you when we begin, and it will be designed to help you learn and remember important lessons, not to hurt you mindlessly, okay?'

Jesus, he thought, what was wrong with him? Was he getting old and soft?

Trainee girls' bodies were considered priceless community property, and they were never to be seriously injured or damaged. A man who gained a reputation for leaving marks or bruises of any kind on the girls he trained was subject to severe censure, and faced the revocation of his training privileges.

As community property, of course, this meant that the community had a responsibility to guide and form the healthy, natural development of young girls, and so after a girl had celebrated her Festival, her discipline and punishment responsibilities passed from her father to the cohort of eligible men who would be spending most of their time training her naked body anyway.

Most minor disciplinary issues could be handled informally at the time of the infraction by the man or men training a girl, as Martin and Jack were about to do with Elizabeth and Jennifer.

Were a girl to exhibit extreme recalcitrance however, or outright refused to be trained or to attempt a sexual act that a trainer wanted to teach her, she could be subject to penalties by the special court set up for the purpose.

She could face sentences including jail time, public flogging, or even, in cases such as those of girls who tried to avoid being enjoyed by multiple men at once, public training.

In practice, this was less frequent than one might think; a girl would reasonably generally prefer to submit to normal lessons concerning sharing her body with multiple men, rather than be stripped and pilloried in front of the courthouse for a specified amount of time so that any men who wished could use her body until she had learned her lesson.

Such barbaric punishments had been more commonplace years ago, early in the transition from the old society to the new one. There had been rarely a day in the old times, immediately following the change, that several girls were not slated to appear for public discipline in the square every single day of the week, as an entire generation of young females took a crash course in learning what it meant to exist as sources of sexual pleasure for eligible men.

The intervening decades of training and breeding and acculturation meant that things were now generally much more civilized, so it was a special and memorable event when a public punishment was announced, and the square was usually filled with crowds and a festive atmosphere as the community gathered to acknowledge the blessings of the Festival and to enjoy the spectacle of severe public correction of a naked young female that represented all our values.

Jack steeled himself against Jennifer's ethereal beauty and resolved to carry out his stern duty.

She was far too priceless a girl to risk her becoming distracted from the pleasure she could give and receive from penises by the forbidden sensuality of another girl's body; he had to muster his sense of duty and punish her properly, despite how much it would pierce his heart to see the pain in her eyes as he laid the paddle across her tender skin.

Martin's voice broke his reverie; his brother had become enthusiastic about their plan for disciplining the girls, and was ready to begin with the first part, the Five-by-Five.

Jack and Martin shared a short glance and a knowing nod, and the girls watched helplessly with wide eyes as the brothers ate them up with their eyes and gleefully prepared to harvest all the pleasure they wished from the tender, naked bodies before them.

They agreed to start with the girls' butts, and took their positions behind the girls as Jack explained the finer points of administering the Five-by-Five.

'The idea is to use just the amount of force in your blows that they cause the girl's knees to buckle and she goes momentarily limp in her bonds,' he said. 'There's no need to go harder; twenty-five strokes at that intensity will be a very memorable lesson for her. Starting with their butt cheeks offers a good chance to calibrate your intensity on a relatively durable body part, and test strokes do not count for the girl's total, so feel free to experiment a little and see how much Elizabeth can take before you start counting strokes on her bottom.

'And feel free, of course, if you sense that the girl is being overly dramatic in her responses in order to convince you to let up a little, to let her have a a bit of extra pepper on a couple strokes to remind her not to get cute.

'Once you find your stroke, it's usually best to go fairly slowly; I like to deliver a solid spank every couple of seconds, so the girl has the chance to fully appreciate the impact and think about how her choices have made this her reality, and how much more pleasant it would be for her to simply behave.'

Jennifer yelped as he brought the paddle down across her butt cheek, but she managed to keep her feet; unfortunately that meant the next blow was sharper as Captain Jack adjusted his velocity and aim, and she shrieked as the paddle landed with a crack and her body spasmed and her knees gave out momentarily. Jack smiled and rubbed her butt gently where the paddle had made contact, and announced he was ready to start with stroke number one.

The paddles were specially designed and were thin, hardened leather blades similar in size and proportion to a paint mixing stick. They were light and smooth, and made a threatening whistle as they whipped through the air, but they were too light to seriously damage the delicate skin and flesh of a young girl, no matter how strenuously they were applied by a committed trainer.

The blinding, stinging pain and frightening crack they could deliver were products of the speed with which they were wielded, rather than the force of the blow or weight of the paddle, and they offered a great degree of fine-tuned control for the experienced trainer.

And since they also ensured that an inexperienced or careless user would still not significantly injure a girl no matter how enthusiastically he applied it, the paddles had become a standard tool for guiding and correcting young girls.

After several exploratory strokes of varying intensity, Martin had quickly gotten the hang of the correct heat to bring to his duties, and he and his brother began in earnest the pleasant and affirming work of disciplining young ladies.

Martin Davis' quiet community nestled next to a golf course, and was full of luxurious lawns, giant old trees, and wide boulevards. As the golden, late summer light grew long and a peaceful hush fell over the neighborhood, the only sounds beside the gentle, soothing 'kshk, kshk, kshk' of lawn sprinklers to break the silence for several blocks around were the shimmering, delightfully melodic cries and shrieks of two naked girls receiving well-deserved discipline.

The men loved watching the girls dance and writhe as they belabored their perfect buttocks with their paddles, and they took extra time to rub and squeeze their sore cheeks after each stroke or two, encouraging good blood flow and savoring the soft skin and full, juicy handfuls of their booties.

Jack enjoyed disciplining young girls as much as the next man, and despite his earlier misgivings, he quickly found his stride and his cock was becoming quite hard as he steadied Jennifer with a firm grip on one glute so he could properly deliver stinging correction to the other one.

He reveled in the intimate feeling of the girl's young muscles tensing and flexing under his hand as she desperately tried to escape, and he could vividly foresee how energetic and responsive this delectable little body would be on his cock when the time came to begin fucking her.

The men moved in front of the girls again in preparation for the second portion of the punishment—five strokes to each breast—and the girls, rapidly losing their self possession in the face of the long road that lay ahead of them, pleaded with their eyes and voices for the men to have mercy and let them off with just the solid butt spanking they'd just received. Their supplications fell on deaf ears, however.

'Any specific pointers for their breasts?' Martin asked Jack, kissing Elizabeth's forehead tenderly and caressing her tit as she tried to catch her breath from his efforts on her backside.

Jack pointed out that the heavy, full undersides of Elizabeth's breasts were ideal targets for the paddle; he personally tended to prefer focusing his efforts on a girl's nipples if her breasts were smaller.

Martin saw the value of this reasoning, and took Elizabeth's thick, long nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled firmly upward, fully exposing the soft, tender underbelly of her breast, and began delivering sharp, accurate strokes to it with glee.

The poor girl seemed on the verge of fainting as she cried out and thrashed in her bonds, but her grandfather maintained a stern aspect, and admirably carried out his duties on her magnificent breasts despite both her struggles and his affections for her.