Martian Mistress's slave boy

"Oh he's cute!" That was mistress Amelia's assesment of me as she saw me tending to her mother's gardens.

I did not dare look up. Looking up at the mistress could be considered a punishable offense unless I had been given permission.

"Where is he from? How old is he? What's his name?" She excitedly asked my overseer, lady Freya.

I heard Miss Freya laughing. "He's from the Pacific penal colonies, my lady. Earthling. Around twenty. Your mother purchased him on her last trip three weeks ago on a twenty year lease, isn't that right Chester?"

Miss Freya was an imposing Amazonian, close to seven feet tall. I turned towards her looking up as her brown leather boots came to view, my eyes tracking up to the muscular woman in her blue jeans and khaki shirt. Her face was pretty though obstructed by her big sunglasses and her hair was jet black and kept in a severe bun. In her brown leather gloved hand was a wicked black synthetic switch, the effects of which I was more than familiar with by this point.

"Yes ma'am," I replied, "Chester V, prisoner ID# B2978. I am at the service of the house of Mars." That was what I was expected to reply. The hundred year old terms of defeat allowed Martian colonies to take in upto ninety thousand slaves per year from Earth. Now that the relationship between the planets have thawed, the Earth Coalition now just uses it as a means to flog off prisoners to rich households like this one.

"What did you do to be a prisoner, Chester?" Mistress Amelia questioned. I looked up at miss Freya unsurely.

"Continue your work boy, you are already behind schedule," she scolded me. I nodded, going back to pulling out the weeds.

"I think pickpocketing and vandalism. Nothing too major," I heard miss Freya speak on behalf of me to the mistress.

"He is cute," I heard the mistress speak again, this time I may have blushed a little. She herself was majestic, I remembered when she came home from her class in the red hovercar. Medium length wavy blonde hair and voluptuous, her body quite athletic looking. I clean the gym after she is done and I can attest to her working out quite a lot.

"Fancy the brat?" Miss Freya teased her.

"I do," said Mistress Amelia, getting my heart to flutter. What did that mean? "Has he been spanked yet?"

I almost turned around at the question!

"Of course, plenty of times!" Miss Freya laughed. "He's been with us for three weeks and is fairly lazy and mouthy."

"Aww!" Mistress Amelia cooed which made me blush even more. "Freya, I'd like to be in charge of his punishments from today."

"What?" I turned around in shock, not realising that I dared to look at her. She looked even more beautiful today in a red tight minidress which showed off her long tanned legs. Her eyes were red, the distinguishing characteristic of Martian nobility and she wore dorky glasses which somehow made her look soft, tender.

Soft and tender being two words that would never be used to describe Freya who raised her switch up high. "Impudent brat, who gave you permission to look?"

"Aaahh, I'm sorry mistress!" I raised my hands to...well I guess it was instinctive. The woman terrified me! Her whippings while magnetically cuffed to the beam was excruciating.

"Freya, no," I heard my goddess speak. "I'll deal with him for that."

I turned and planted my head at her feet. "I apologise my lady! Please discipline me as you see fit, my bottom belongs to you." I begged.

"He really *is* cute." I heard her say.

"He's also lazy," lady Freya noted, "Chester was supposed to finish weeding the garden by five and he'd have done only half of it. If you do intend to discipline him... make sure you give him a nice long dose of the strap as well."

I didn't dare move. Her soft hand caressed my wavy black locks and massaged my scalp. "You'll come to my quarters by six sweetheart. Mistress will deal with your naughty behind."

It was unnerving just how playful she was being. If this was Earth before I was caught, I'm sure both of us would be naked in five minutes after words like that. But now...she held all the power, even more than my torturer holding the switch.

"Make sure he's washed and smells nice, Freya." I heard her footsteps go faint as she took her leave. Ten seconds later the familiar swish of the synthetic switch was accompanied by sharp pain across my bottom covered in just the regulation thin white fabric of my pants. Underwear was not permitted and the bottom part of my pants were special Martian velcro which allowed Freya to bare me on a moments notice.

"Ooww!" I squeaked at the lash but waited for her command to get up. "You sly, lucky little bugger. Get up!"

I blinked in surprise at the tone. I looked up at her to see her smiling.

"Ma'am?" I asked unsurely.

"You've got it made!" She laughed. "Three times, boy. Three times she called you 'cute'." Freya affectionately ruffled my hair, a gesture from her which was as alien to me as this planet three weeks ago.

"Umm..what does that mean? Like, does she...expect things?" I asked, realising just how timid I sounded.

"Depends," she chuckled, "Lady Amelia's not the type who is interested in men. Or women for that matter. She's a bit of an enigma." Freya pointed at the weeds. I was still on the clock and I realised my scheduled spanking from the beautiful young mistress would get more intense if i slacked off.

I did notice that Freya wasn't as enthusiastic about striping my backside with the switch as she had been. "It's time brat, not bad," she decided. I did get the hang of the technique by the end.

"Now go take a bath, make sure you use the good stuff on the shelf." She pointed at the slave bathhouse. Mistress Rebecca- Amelia's mother and the woman who owned me-had five other slaves, three women and two men. All six of us were age paused for the sentence which meant we stayed the same age as when we were incarcerated and of the lot I was the youngest.

I quickly made my way over and took a nice long bath using plenty of the expensive lotions after. I was expected to keep myself hairless below my my eyebrows and my body was fairly average looking. I suppose my face was quite cute, boyish without my stubble.

"Hurry up," Freya entered the bathouse as I was finishing up. By this point I was comfortable around her being naked not to cover up, just finishing rinsing myself. She handed me a plain white tshirt and grey shorts. "Your clothes from now. Mistress Amelia had decided you'd be sleeping in the spare room in her quarters."

I noticed the woman's proud smile. "Yes Ma'am," I quickly put my clothes on and let her lead me to where the mistress lived.

"You take the third side entrance," Freya pointed. The whole mansion resembled a Pentagon, a huge sprawling building with five sides and we stayed at the back. Lady Amelia lived East to our quarters with her own entrance seperate from the main home. She had usually kept to herself, I noticed while we served the family dinner. Always eating by herself unless her parents asked for her presence.

"Your mistress isn't very sociable," She explained as she got to her door and rang the bell. A few seconds later it opened and I was led into a living room. Amelia's quarters really did feel like her own house with a seperate kitchen and dining room. She had an open plan with a very high ceiling and there were plenty of art pieces and paintings all around the home.

"Hey Freya, send him upstairs and have his stuff bought over," Amelia called out from above. I noticed there was a spiral staircase to the side and there was a floor upstairs.

"Go on," Freya ordered as I made my way up. "Do you have the implements you need miss Amelia?" Freya questioned just as I reached the top and saw the young mistress, her bottom swaying in her red dress as she leaned down to quickly clean up her messy floor.

"I don't have the strap Frey, might wanna send over the heavy stuff like the cane and the whip and whatever else you have. I planned on my hairbrush and belt for today."

I froze at the casual way she spoke about my impending doom, accidentally alerting the mistress to my presence.

She turned around, her eyes focusing on me. ".. because you're not going to give me trouble. Or are you a naughty boy who needs to be whipped into submission, mmm?"

I blushed and looked down at her feet. She was barefoot. I noticed how her toes curled a little, nervousness perhaps?

"No ma'am, I'm a good boy." It was a second after I said it that I realised the way I phrased it.

Mistress Amelia giggled, her eyes had a twinkle that I missed the first time. "Are good boys allowed to look at their mistresses, hmm?"

"No Ma'am, that was...naughty of me," I said, trying not to smile.

"Yes indeed. And naughty little boys need their bare bottoms to be glowing and red so as to remind themselves to be good from now on, don't they? Regular lessons over a firm lap."

I looked up to see she had taken a seat leaving her smooth thighs bared. A quick pat of her legs instructed my fate. "Come bend over, bad boy," she ordered.

I dutifully obliged, walking up to her and bending over her knee. Her slender fingers immediately went to baring me as I heard footsteps of Freya.

Crack!

"Yeoww!" I cried at the shock of her powerful smack. Was it just her hand that caused so much pain?

"I see you have a spanking glove," said Freya.

"Oh it's a new model and I wanted to test it out," Amelia responded casually as she began to spank me at full force. It was much more different, more intimate than the whippings I got. Freya never took me over her knee. With Amelia, her spanking was leaving me feeling as if I was back to being an errant child over a matron's knee while she smacked me tender.

Only instead of my old wizened miss Healey, it was a hot sexy young lady spanking me. I twisted and turned on her lap to no avail. The cracks continued to rain down upon my poor posterior.

"Good technique," I heard lady Freya say, her voice sounding impressed. "I didn't realise you were quite so... experienced."

"Jennifer has a slave that I like to practice on," she paused by this point, gently rubbing my rapidly reddening tush.

Her middle finger now grazed across my crack as she toyed with me, making me gasp as she slid against my rear hole.

Lady Freya let out a chuckle. "We do have some specialized toys that he is not familiar with, judging by his tightness...if you wish,"

I heard Amelia giggle. "That sounds quite interesting. Jen never let me have a go with Alan in that manner." She leaned to give my cheek a kiss and made me gasp as she bit my earlobe. "What do you say honey? Are you ready to take some 'special punishment' from me instead of the belt?"

"Mmm. Whatever pleases mistress," I gasp.

"Go get them for me Freya... though please take your time. I want to get to know my new slave," my mistress spoke followed by a renewed assault on my poor rear.

I was bawling like a baby by the time she finished. The athletic princess had me turned into a toddler with just her palm! It made me nervous when she wielded the heavy implements but for now, she was content with my graceless reaction to her chastisement.

She scooped me up with surprising strength and carried me to the bed. "Tell me Ches, how did you like your little scolding?" She asked as she cradled me into her bosom. Amelia slid her top off and offered her breast to me as I greedily suckled, her hand rubbing my sore behind.

"When Freya returns, I will claim you as my own with a thorough fucking of your cute bubble butt," she informed me with barely hidden glee. I shivered realising my predicament.