The Society - Party Crashers

Both Yvonne and Yvette paled significantly behind their masks. They hadn't figured on an unmasking. Now they would have to make sure they were able to sneak back out of the party before midnight. As they were both trying to figure out what to say, the man laughed heartily and turned to walk toward the bar at the edge of the room.

He had barely turned, however, when a loud clang and the crash of breaking glass rang out. "This should be interesting," he said as he grabbed Yvette's arm saying, "Won't you join me. I would love to see how Squire Adamson handles this, wouldn't you?"

Yvette attempted to stutter out something, but could not. Yvonne chirped, "Of course. Why come to a party like this if you don't want to experience interesting things?"

The man reached out his other arm to Yvonne and she slipped her arm into his. Then the three of them walked to the other side of the ballroom where a naked server was standing with her head bowed next to a wide splotch of broken glass and spilled champagne. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Please master," she was saying. "It was an accident. I turned too quickly and bumped into Mistress Gwen's arm." Unlike the server who had offered the twins canapes, this server's head was clean shaven. Her oiled body, totally devoid of hair, glistened under the soft lights of the room.

A man in his late forties, whom the twins recognized from pictures as Squire Adamson, addressed her in a voice that sounded more disappointed than angry. "I thought you had sufficient training to handle such a simple thing as serving drinks in a crowd, but evidently I was wrong. After proper punishment, we will reassign you to duties you can handle."

As he spoke, three other naked serving girls, one with a very short butch cut, one with pixie length hair, and one with hair that hung slightly down her back, knelt on the floor with towels wiping up the spilled drinks and carefully picking up the broken glass.

After they had finished cleaning things up, Squire Adamson turned slowly around as though surveying the room and then raised his hands above his head and clapped them loudly several times. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he said in a loud voice. "Masters and Mistresses, Dommes and Masseurs, I regret that I have to interrupt our planned festivities for something as mundane as punishment for a careless slave, but as you all are very much aware, if these things are not nipped in the bud, who knows what behavior we will see."

The crowd began to form a wide circle around him. He pulled the now trembling serving girl over to him and curtly instructed her, "Here. Standing. Do not move." She did so.

Another server, this one wearing a caricature of a French maid's outfit that did not cover her breasts nor her nether regions hurried up with short mincing steps carrying a tray on which were several paddles and switches. As she positioned herself next to the Squire, Yvonne could see that the reason for her odd walk was that her ankles were chained together with a rather short restraint.

Squire Adamson reached over to the slave who was to be punished. The twins expected him to pull her toward himself, but instead he reached up to her ear and lifted the small, round metal tag that hung from her right ear. He twisted it slightly between his fingers as though looking at the light which reflected off of it. Then he said, evidently to himself, but loud enough to be heard by most of those assembled. "Ah, server team number four." He stepped back slightly and called out in a loud voice, "Server team four present yourself for punishment."

Five young girls, all naked, ran onto the floor and knelt at his feet. Each one had her forehead solidly against the floor and her arms back alongside her legs so that they looked like large eggs on the ground before him. Three of the five were the three girls who had cleaned the floor. As they reached the Squire, they appeared to fall into their odd kneeling position in one swift, graceful move. The other two, totally devoid of hair like the standing slave, seemed to have more difficulty getting into the proper position. They twisted and shifted until their back was sufficiently flat and their arms were in contact with the floor from the tips of their fingers to their shoulders.

The Squire looked down at the two hairless slaves and murmured, "You are learning.., and you are trying. That - and absolute obedience - is all that I require of you." The two slaves seemed to relax slightly upon hearing that.

He then raised his voice slightly and ordered, "Present yourself for punishment." All five girls raised their asses as high into the air as they could. The twins could see the leg and back muscles of the five slaves quivering with effort as they struggled to hold their asses in the air in such a position.

Squire took one of the paddles from the tray held by the nearly naked French maid. He stood above one of the hairless slaves and swung downward. A loud "smack" echoed through the room. A gasp and intake of breath was followed by a quivering voice which said, "One. Thank you, Master."

The Squire swung again, and again the loud "smack" was followed by a count and a thank you. A total of ten swats rained down on the hapless slave. "You did very well." murmured the Squire. "Remember to keep your ass up and presented until I have finished with the rest."

The slave did not answer, but her soft sobs could be heard in the silence as the Squire laid the paddle on the ground between her hands and selected another paddle from the tray. He then moved on to the second hairless slave. Again he swung downward, and again there was a loud "smack," but this sounded slightly different.

Yvonne leaned close to Yvette and said, "There are ridges on that paddle. It probably hurts more than the smooth one."

Yvette turned her head slightly to answer and said, "I can't believe how this is turning me on. If he keeps up like this I am going to be dripping on the floor by the time he gets to the last one."

"I am already dripping," replied Yvonne. "I just hope that I don't end up with a wet spot on my dress."

Squire Adamson was now selecting another implement from the tray. This time the twins took notice of the paddle as he hefted it in his hands, testing its balance before use. This paddle did not have ridges on it, but it did have holes... holes all along the center of its length. It made a slightly different swishing noise as the Squire swung it downward toward the slaves ass. And it made a much crisper "snap" as it contacted the flesh. Maybe less air was trapped between the paddle and the flesh and so it hit harder. Or perhaps he was just swinging it harder. In any case the short-haired slave gasped as the first stroke hit and her voice quivered significantly as she counted the stroke and thanked her master.

On the seventh stroke, she broke slightly and cried out. Squire Adamson waited patiently for her to regain her composure and force out "S-s-seven. Th-th-thank you, Master."

"You can do this," said the Squire softly. "I know you don't want to disappoint me in front of my guests." He then struck suddenly with the paddle. The "snap" was definitely louder than it had been, but the slave responded immediately, "Eight. Thank you, Master."

The ninth and tenth strokes sounded softer, and there seemed to be an overtone of relief in the slave's voice as she called out "Nine. Thank you, Master," and "Ten. Thank you, Master." Yvonne noticed that Squire Adamson patted the slave on the head as he set the paddle down before going back to the tray for a new implement.

He returned with a wooden-handled tawse in his hand. It appeared that the tips of the spilt piece of leather were somehow slightly thicker than the rest of the leather. Yvette winced and leaned over to whisper to Yvonne, "That is going to hurt."

"Yeah," answered Yvonne, but her voice was almost a moan rather than a whisper.

"One. Thank you, Master," came the voice of the slave with the pixie length hair. The Squire whipped rapidly and the slave spoke rapidly to keep her count in sync with the strokes. It was just a short time before she was saying, "Ten. Thank you, Master."

The Squire then removed the final implement from the tray. It was too short to be a cane, but at the same time it appeared too long to be a crop. But, since it had the little flap of leather on the tip like you would find on a crop, that is what it had to be. This time the Squire did not swing his arm. Instead he flicked his wrist and the overly long crop swung downward in a rapid arc. There was a very loud, very crisp, "pop," and the long-haired slave grunted slightly and said, "One. Thank you, Master."

Yvette could see the slave's ass and the imprint of the crop was a square, raised welt on her left ass cheek. Each pop brought another grunt and raised another welt. The Squire never hit twice in the same place and the slave never broke or missed the count, but her entire body was beginning to shake and quiver as the count approached ten. The last stroke was almost as loud as a pistol shot, and a slight trickle of blood oozed from the square welt, but the slave still merely grunted and said "Ten. Thank you, master." As soon as the Squire laid the crop on the floor at her head, however, she broke into deep, but silent sobs.

The squire dismissed the French maid who was now holding an empty tray, and turning to face the five kneeling slaves he clapped his hands three times. They all instantly came to their feet. Somehow, as they were coming out of their awkward punishment position, they were able to grab the instrument of their pain from the floor and have it in their hands as they stood facing their master.

Squire Adamson stepped slightly to the side so that the five red-assed slaves were now facing the trembling girl who had brought this punishment upon them. "Two for one. Rapidly," he said. Then after a pause he added, "Now."

The five slaves pounced upon the miscreant swinging their paddles, the tawse, and that awful long-handled crop. They were counting as they swung. Their victim tried to turn to protect herself, but they were surrounding her, and turning from one meant another had a clear swing at her ass. Besides, since all five were swinging at the same time, many of the blows landed on her front and breasts as well as her ass. It almost looked like the long-haired girl was timing her swings so that she always hit on the front. A series of small square welts, some of them bleeding, were visible just above the unfortunate slave's cunt. The crop must have hit even lower at least once, because there was blood dripping from a cut on one of her pussy lips. Finally each of the slaves called out "Twenty" and stopped.

The young slave stood there shaking and crying and repeating, "I'm sorry master. I'm sorry master. I didn't mean to disappoint you. I'm sorry master. I'm sorry master. I will try harder in the future."

"I know you will," answered the Squire, "but for now I want you to do something that I know you are good at. You will kneel outside the restrooms at the end of the hall. If someone orders you to go in with them, you will. You will be their toilet slave if that is what they desire, or you will suck cock or lap pussy if that is what they wish. Do not disappoint me again or I will sell you to your brother. He has wanted to buy you from me for some time anyway."

The slave's face turned white with fear. "Please, no, Sir. Please don't sell me - especially to him. I will do better, Sir. I will, Sir. I will." She turned and started to walk away.

"Crawl," came the command from the Squire.

She immediately dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl away.

"On your belly," he added and she dropped to the floor and pulled herself along, snakelike, toward the hallway.

"I again apologize for that interruption," said the Squire to his guests. "As enjoyable as it is to watch proper punishment, I think we need a little change of pace. I propose an orgasm contest. Lets see who can beat the machines - or at least last the longest. You can enter your favorite slave, or if one of the mistresses wants to enter, you can do so without risk... unless, that is, you have some side bets with another master or mistress. There is no official risk of losing standing or status within The Society associated with this contest."

He looked around the room and then continued, "We will start in fifteen minutes, so decide quickly who is entering. We have a dozen wands and a dozen trained slaves, so we can have up to twelve contestants. I guarantee you that the slaves are absolutely neutral." He laughed and added, "They have to be or they will be our next entertainment..., and it won't be pleasure."

"Oh God," moaned Yvonne to Yvette. "Now I am definitely dripping on the floor."

"I never would have believed this if I wasn't here." whispered Yvette. "All this time I thought that nothing ever happened way out here in the middle of nowhere, and this is going on right next door. Do you think mother knows anything about this?"

"Mother!" snorted Yvonne. "Are you serious!? She would faint dead away at the sight of what is going on here. I still wonder how she ever managed to have us."

The twins watched while twelve matching divans were brought out and placed in a circle in the very well-lit area in the center of the ballroom. The couches looked very much like ones the twins had seen in paintings from the middle ages with rather corpulent nudes lounging on them. They slowly filled as naked slaves were escorted to the center of the room and assigned a couch. A few of the slaves stood beside their divan, but the rest reclined on the curved surface and spread their legs exposing their sex to everyone.

Three women in rather elaborate costumes also came into the center area. They did not disrobe, but instead lay across the divans and bunched their ample dresses up around their waists. They had nothing on beneath the dresses, but unlike the slaves, two of them had thick bushes of pubic hair between their legs.

One of the women said rather loudly to the other two, "An hour a minute. Losers serve the winner for one hour for every minute she lasts longer than them. I am going to enjoy having you two at my disposal for at least a full afternoon."

Another of the women, who appeared to be a bit older laughed and answered, "You don't have the staying power you think you have. We will see whose tongue is in whose ass at the end of this."

Yvonne was suddenly startled when a deep voice right alongside her called out, "We still have two divans and two slaves ready and waiting. Do we have any more entrants in our little contest?"

She turned toward the voice and ended up looking directly into Squire Adamson's eyes. He smiled at her and asked, "Perhaps you two young women would like to participate?"

"I don't think so," answered Yvette and she grabbed Yvonne's arm and turned to walk away. Or, at least she tried to walk away. As she turned, she walked directly into the chest of the handsome black man who had spoken to them earlier.

"Oh, but I insist," he said softly as he took Yvette's hand in his own. "You must have wanted to participate in our festivities very badly or you wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to sneak in here."

He smiled at her. It was not a reassuring smile. "There are regular security patrols of the gardens and grounds. Between times, the video feeds are monitored by computers with facial recognition capability. You somehow timed your entrance exactly after one of the periodic sweeps and were not seen by any of the guards. Our automated security system should have still immediately alerted us to your coming onto the grounds, but for some reason it did not. After I realized that we had undetected intruders among us, I reviewed the video logs from the security cameras. I was amazed to see two, identical, naked young women climbing over the back wall."

He made a sweeping gesture with his arm and continued, "As you can see, all of the Masters and Mistresses are clothed. All of the slaves are naked. The alarm system is - was - programmed to only take note of slaves if they were attempting to leave, not while they were going about their daily duties. Had you gone over the wall naked - or clothed - in the other direction, it would have sounded an alarm in the security room. But the programmers, understandably, could not imagine why anyone would ever try to sneak onto the grounds totally naked. But you did. For some reason, you decided to sneak into Ten Oaks totally naked, and so the program read you as a slave going about your duties and ignored you."

He smiled again. This time it was closer to a genuine smile. "By the way, both of you look very charming in the moonlight. The pale light really brings out the beauty of your skin. The sexual flush and excitement is just visible as an undertone in your skin color and facial expression. The images of you coming over the wall and then walking up the old path toward the manor house are almost worthy of being framed and hung in a gallery. I am sure the security people have already made personal copies to take home with them. I may have a painting commissioned based on those images."

The Squire then took Yvonne's arm and explained, "This is a very tight-knit community of Masters and Mistresses. None of us recognized either of you, so we knew immediately that you were not invited Dommes. And yet you had somehow managed to get in past what is normally an excellent and inviolable security system. We had no idea who or what you were, so we waited to see what developed. When you came into the house, you were clothed as though you were Mistresses, but we have since figured out that you are just naive children playing dress up who blundered in through a flaw - now corrected - in our defenses."

"Remove your clothing and lay down on the divan." ordered the black gentleman.

"Just who do you think you are?" snapped Yvette.

"I am Master Tyrone, Grand Master of The Society. I have power that you cannot imagine, but we will do nothing to you that you do not want done. You are free to leave if you desire. If you wish, you can walk out the front door and back up the lane to White Manor. You are free to do that... if that is what you want to do. But I don't think that is what your body wants you to do."

"I could see your response to the slave's punishment. Both you and your twin sister had to noticeably restrain yourselves from reaching down and rubbing yourselves. If you had not been standing in the middle of the room, I am sure you would have put your hand under your dress to relieve your sexual tension."

Both girls blushed slightly and unconsciously held their arms tightly at their sides, almost behind their backs. Their body language proclaimed the accuracy of Master Tyrone's observations.

Turning slightly he asked, "Tell me... Yvonne is it? Look me in the eyes and tell me what you were thinking as you watched each of those slaves being whipped. As your cunt overflowed onto your legs, were you imagining yourself standing there swinging that long-handled crop....? Or perhaps did you see yourself on the other end of the handle?"

Yvonne lowered her eyes. A soft shudder swept across her. Her lip trembled and she struggled with herself whether or not to answer. Finally she said softly, "I was her. I was the one being beaten."

"We are not asking you to be beaten... yet." said the Squire. "Remove your dresses and lay back on the divans. This is pleasure."

"It is pleasure with a price, however," added Master Tyrone. "This is contest. In every contest, there are winners and there are losers. Anyone who does not last at least five minutes will receive one lash with a whip for each second that they fall short. In addition, the loser - the first one to orgasm - will receive 8 strokes of the cane. All you have to do to avoid punishment is to last at least five minutes, and then hold on one second longer than someone else."