Olivia Pt. 05

Mum called me on WhatsApp a few days later.

'Well, you appear to be enjoying your Christmas!' she said, with a wry smile. 'Yes. Petra sent me some photos and a very interesting video clip. Darling, you have no idea how much you take after me!'

She continued to talk about the investment opportunity she was looking into and had decided to go ahead with. Domination clubs are legal in Australia and this was going to be one of the best she assured me. Meanwhile, she was also getting lots of sunshine and 'exercise'.

'Tell Les I may take her up on her wish when I get back next week.' I had forgotten Les had said she would like to see mum's suntan. But now mum also knew what a strict mistress Les was and had seen the video of me having my pussy whipped by her. Was mum hoping Les would take her downstairs too?

'Let's just say I'll make up my mind when I get there. My friend Maria who I am staying with has promised to give me some stripes to show or conceal when I get back to UK.'

So, mum isn't a one-mistress girl! And nor was I it turned out, because as my holiday had gone past, I had found myself submitting not just to Les, and Ann's tongue, but also to Petra who loved to place me in impossible bondage and play with me till I came, screaming in helpless lust. I learned to satisfy all three of them with my tongue and on my latest visit to the playroom I had finally been made to swallow Ann's piss direct from her pussy. I enjoyed the submission, and when Les had beaten me with a cane I was disappointed when she stopped. I was never tested beyond my limits, or even to them, and I was reminded of mum's memory from her days with the weak old headmistress who didn't test her hard enough too. However, the new term was approaching and I determined that Miss Kent would learn about my feelings, and if nobody got there first, do something about them.

Mum arrived a couple of days after New Year. She had left her car with a friend near the airport and stayed over the day she flew in to recover from the long flight. The next day, she came to join me. Immediately, Ann invited her to spend the night and as she was still a bit jet-lagged she agreed. We still had four days till term began again so there was no rush to get home.

At the end of lunch, Les commented how tanned mum was looking. There was a twinkle in her eye as she said it and everyone around the table knew what she was really saying. There was an electric buzz in the air as we awaited mum's response.

'Thank you, Les. I spent a lot of time by the pool working on my tan. It's all over, you know, no bikini marks.'

'Actually, that is what you tell me, but in fact, I don't know.' replied Les, 'However, I would be delighted to see you prove it.'

Mum played along, knowing exactly where this was going to lead.

'Ah, yes, but that would be very naughty of me if I were to show you, so I think perhaps I won't'

'It certainly would be naughty if you do, young lady,' said Les, adopting a strict expression on her face, 'and I think we all know what happens to naughty, naked girls in this house. Punishment! But it would be even naughtier to boast about something without providing the evidence. I have little tolerance for people who tease. It is a strict policy in this house that people who make claims about themselves must follow through or face severe discipline, and you have already stated once that you will not follow through.

'I accept your point, Les, and I think you are right. I suppose I am a naughty girl either way. I apologise. I shouldn't have mentioned it.'

'But you did, my dear, so after we have all had coffee, we will all go to the playroom to continue this discussion and take it to its proper conclusion. Are you willing to comply, Sophia?'

'Of course, Les. I am your guest, so I must respect your wishes.'

Oh lord, I thought. Mum walked right into that one. She must have known she would end up naked one way or another. I expect Les plans to punish her too. She probably knows that too.

Half an hour later, we all trooped down the stairs into the basement. Mum was smiling, but not as broadly as Les and Petra. Ann was flushed. My heart was beating, looking forward to finding out exactly what Les had in mind. Mum was invited to stand in the centre of the room, which she did, turning a full circle and gasping as she took in the décor of the punishment chamber with its furnishings and implements. The rest of us took seats around the walls, facing mum.

'Well, Sophia. What have you got to say for yourself?' Asked Les. Mum took a deep breath and faced her.

She extracted an envelope from a pocket and held it in both hands in front of her.

'My friend Maria, with whom I was staying in Perth foresaw this very situation.' She started, 'She wrote a letter for me to present to the Mistress in charge. I do not know what is in the letter. As you can see, it has not been opened.' She held the letter out to offer it to Les.

'May I call you Mistress, Les? It is clear to me that you are the one in charge here, so I offer you the letter to read.'

Les stood up and approached mum. She was a good couple of inches taller than mum who cowered a little in front of this lady she had just called Mistress. Les took the envelope and inspected it.

'It is addressed, as you said, to The Mistress in Charge. Yes, Sophia, I accept that title and will be your Mistress this afternoon. The envelope is unopened. You may open it and read the contents to us all.'

'Thank you, Mistress.' whispered mum. I had never seen her like this but I recognized myself in her.

With that Les resumed her seat and mum opened the envelope and extracted a letter from within. She took another deep breath and began to read.

"Dear Mistress, my name is Maria and I have been attending to the discipline needs of this woman, Slave Sophia, for the past few weeks. Before returning to the UK, she informed me about her daughter and the interesting household she has spent the Christmas holidays in. She has also shown me photographs and video of some of the acts of discipline you have brought upon the girl, Olivia.'

Oh, thanks mum. Brill! I thought. Mum continued.

'Slave Sophia confessed to me that when she first met you, she had teased you with promise of seeing her all-over tan when she returns to your house. This was before she learned what a very demanding mistress you can be. She knows now that she is likely to be punished if she does not show you, but that in being punished, she will be revealed naked anyway. Catch 22!'

Yes, I had worked that one out too.

'But Catch 22 with a difference. She expects that the punishment will be harsher if she at first refuses to strip for you, so this is what I have instructed her to do. I have insisted that she will submit to you for discipline, but first, in order to increase your wrath, and her punishment, she must refuse three times to strip naked for you. Having done that, she must beg for the caning I chose not to give her before her long flight. I would be delighted if you would send me a video recording of her suffering. With respect and thanks, your fellow mistress, Maria.'

Mum didn't look quite so cheerful now, as she folded the letter and stood with head bowed facing Les.

'Slave Sophia. I command you, under threat of twelve strokes of the cane for refusal, to remove your clothing immediately.' Spoke Les, imperiously.

'I would prefer not to, Mistress Les.' Mum said quietly.

Les stood up. 'You refused at the lunch table, for which I now award you twelve strokes of the cane, and you refuse again? You have amassed twenty-four strokes already. Do you plan to obey your Mistress Maria, or Mistress Les when I command you a third time to remove your clothes and display yourself naked for us all here? The penalty for a third refusal will be double the current amount. An extra twenty-four hard strokes of the cane. STRIP. NAKED. NOW!!'

There seemed to be an anger I hadn't witnessed before in Les's voice. She wasn't accustomed to disobedience. Mum was.

'I'm sorry, Mistress Les. I have been ordered to refuse you three times. I choose to obey Mistress Maria.'

Good grief! Forty-eight strokes of the cane. I looked over and saw that Petra was busy with the video camera. Maria was going to get her wish.

'Let me see that letter.' Les reached out and started to read it. Suddenly, she let out a roar.

'You didn't read all of this to us! You missed out part of a paragraph. Your Mistress Maria added that she would like the punishment for the third refusal to also be inflicted on your daughter, Olivia. So, not only did that earn you twenty-four hard strokes for yourself, but now Olivia will also be tied down and given twenty-four hard strokes of the cane!'

Petra panned across to catch the look on my face. I didn't know what it looked like, but although I was shocked, I felt a hot gush in my pussy and my heart started to race. Really? 24 hard strokes of the cane? Without a warm-up? This is going to hurt, but I think this is exactly what I want. Except now, mum will witness in person the beating she has earned me. Do I want her to watch as I debase myself? Well, yes. It will add to my craving for humiliation.

Immediately, I jumped into the punishment position and shouted out, 'Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress Les. May I please strip naked for my caning?'

As soon as I spoke, my mother also spoke up. 'Thank you, Mistress Les. I apologise for missing out the part about Olivia. I was trying to protect her. May I too now strip naked for my punishment?'

'Both slaves will remove their clothing -- now!' came the command, and I beat mum to it by ten seconds. My pussy was afire and my nipples as hard as rocks. I noticed the same with mum, whose boobs were a bit bigger than mine, with bigger nipples which were as hard as mine. Nipples I had sucked on as a baby. She too was completely shaved and I could see the inner lips pushing their way into the open as her arousal became more evident. And yes, she did indeed have an all-over tan, and some old bruising from what must have been a caning some days previously, but that was the last thing anyone cared about now. This was all about the upcoming caning.

'Ann. Please secure the slaves for their punishment. Sophia to the caning bench. Olivia over the A-frame. I want their legs well spread. Petra, keep filming.'

Ann led first mum to a caning bench. One I had been on last week where the victim kneels on two separated shelves for the legs which are strapped at ankle and below the knee. Once secured, the leg supports can be widened to fully expose the victim's charms. With the body then bending over the bench top, slightly reclining downwards, and with further straps for the chest and arms, the victim's pussy and ass are shamelessly on display and there is no escape. Mum was in for a hard caning alright.

I was then taken to the A-frame where my ankles were secured to a leg at each side, almost three feet apart and I bent over the padded top to reach out and hold onto a bar at the other side. My wrists were cuffed and clipped to prevent much movement. My ass was raised in the perfect position to be caned and my cunt as open as could be, inviting invasion should anyone wish to penetrate me. I realized my anus must also be completely available if Ann or Les wanted to poke it. I hadn't yet explored Petra's anus, nor she mine. I'm still an anal virgin, I thought.

I was able to raise my head, enough to see mum reflected in a large wall mirror. I would be able to watch as she took her caning. I was about to call out a word of encouragement to her when Ann stuffed a rubber ball into my mouth and strapped the gag behind my head.

'To enhance the experience, Olivia will watch as I cane her mother. I shall inflict the full forty-eight strokes, and then consider adding more strokes for the foolish attempt to save her daughter. Be aware, slave Sophia, that I am not averse to caning a female bottom until it bleeds. I intend to offer you no mercy. Now, Mistress Maria wanted you to beg for this caning. Please do so.'

'Thank you, Mistress Les. I have brought this punishment upon myself and I apologise for refusing to strip for you sooner. I deserve every stroke you give me and thank you in advance if you allow me no mercy. I beg you to punish this naked slave.'

I watched in awe as Les struck mum's ass with increasing strength. The first twelve strokes brought colour to her cheeks -- nice tight cheeks I noticed. The second dozen left stripes, dark red stripes. The third dozen were applied harder. Mum was commanded to count and thank her mistress for each stroke. Her ass was completely red now and many of the strokes had landed on previously caned places leaving darker bruising. The final twelve. Mum's voice a little ragged as the cane bounced off her bruised, striped buttocks. Not only was she ordered to count and thank her mistress for every stroke, for the final dozen, she had to beg for the next stroke too.

'Forty. Thank you, Mistress. Please cane me again.'

'Am I caning you hard enough, slave? Would you like to be caned harder for the next stroke?' a cruel question to which there can only be one response.

'Thank you, Mistress. Please cane me harder for the next stroke.' She did.

'Oooohhhhh! Thank you Mistress. Forty-one. Please cane me again.

'I repeat my previous question, slave. Am I caning you too mildly? Do you want it hurt more? Convince me.'

'Yes mistress. Please cane me harder. I want it to hurt a lot more. Please, Mistress, cane me extremely hard.'

The next four strokes were much harder, and I could see mum's buttocks were beginning to bleed. There was not one place on her ass where she had not taken at least three strokes, and several which had taken more.

'Forty-five. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for caning me so hard. Please cane me harder for the next stroke.' No need to be told now. Just keep asking for harder punishment. My pussy was now leaking profusely as I anticipated my own torture.

'Aaaaaaahh. Fuck! Yes! Thank you, Mistress. Forty-seven. Please cane me without mercy for the final stroke.'

And she did. Mistress Les was true to her word. She didn't object to caning a slave's ass till it bled. Mum slumped in her bondage for a few moments, and then remembered it was now my turn. She looked over at me and held my eye. Then she winked, and smiled. I knew she was alright. It seemed there would be no additional strokes given.

Mistress Les came over to where I was securely bound. She went behind me and I felt her finger on my leg, sliding up easily over the copious lubricant and straight into my pussy. She finger fucked me, adding another finger, and a third. I was highly aroused, and when she brought her fingers out of my pussy I moaned a little till I felt her sliding one over my asshole. She rubbed gently at the entrance, brought another lubricated finger into play and slid it slowly and deliberately into my anus, pushing it as deeply as her hand would allow. She fucked my ass with her finger for a full minute.

'No longer an ass virgin,' I thought to myself and almost giggled as I gave myself to the glorious sensations and the helpless submission. I was still gagged but she leaned over and whispered into my ear that she would teach my anus to ride her strap-on dildo if I took my caning well. Then she unbuckled the gag and selected a new cane. She brought it round and held it in front of my face. She told me to kiss it. She reminded me that my punishment was twenty-four hard strokes of the cane. Too bad for me -- no warm-up.

'Thank you, Mistress.' I told her. 'You have been very kind to me these past few weeks and you have never punished me harder than I could take. In fact, I haven't felt fully challenged yet. Perhaps that will change with this caning. Please give me twenty-four hard strokes of the cane.'

I had set her the challenge, and of course, myself. She rose to it. The first stroke whistled as it cleaved the air and struck with a burst of stars in my eyes.

'Yeowww! One, thank you, Mistress. Please give me another stroke.

CRACKKK! And again, and again, each one causing me to whistle and howl, take huge breaths, tensing my entire body. Agony! It really did hurt and I wasn't sure if I could survive the full number of strokes.

'Yeeeee! Oh, Christ! Fuck! Gaaah. Fifteen Mistress. Thank you. Please give me another.'

She did, and suddenly it didn't hurt so much. I now know that it was the endorphins kicking in, and I was on a high. The next two weren't hard enough.

'Twenty. Thank you, Mistress. Please cane me again, but please cane me harder.'

Ohhh, that was better. I felt that, and loved it.

'Twenty-one, Mistress. Thank you, but I want you to cane me harder than that. Please make it hurt.'

'Ngggaaah. Oh, yesss. Thank you, Mistress. Twenty-two. Please cane me harder.'

A short pause, and Mistress Les came around in front of me. Petra was there too with her video machine recording every moment.

'Tell me, slave Olivia. Do you want me to make you bleed? You have two more strokes. I can apply them as hard as you want me to.'

'Petra,' I asked, 'do you want to see me caned till I bleed? I will if you tell me to.'

Petra wasn't fazed by this at all. 'Nothing would thrill me more. Yes, Olivia, I want Mistress Les to cane you till you bleed. Beg her to do that to you.'

'Please, Mistress. Make the next strokes really count. Cane me without mercy and make me cry. That is what I want you to do, so that I can thank Mistress Maria for giving me this opportunity, to prove my submission to you and to show Petra that I will do anything to please her. Please cane me so hard I begin to bleed.' I was almost in tears as I said it.

White lightening. Stars. Screaming pain.

'Thank you Mistress. Twenty-three. Please cane me again, no mercy.'

CRACKKKK! Oh, god, that hurt. And I loved it. Les took a tissue from a convenient box and I could feel her dabbing at my ass. All over the caned area. She brought it for me to view. One small bright red spot.

'Well done, Olivia. You took that very well. You really are a pain slut, just like your mother.' she chuckled and Petra stopped filming, lowered her camera and beamed at me with pride.

Continued in Part six.