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Four
months had passed since the former head of Supervisors had been sentenced to
two years confinement and therapy sessions with a
psychologist. Chris had learned a lot about her skills and the things she was
better staying clear off. In the second week she had been sent to Cookie but
soon found out by almost burning down the house while stirring a stew that she
didn’t have a single domestic bone in her body. She had been thinking about a
technical problem Kathryn had told her about during breakfast and simply
forgotten about her assigned task. It had been the first time Chris had felt
the cane on her backside and though it only had been twenty strokes she’d been
unable to sit for more than three days.
Chris
long ago had stopped probing what was left of her memory to find out why she
had been sent here. She was happy with her new life and her lover. Though the
maintenance spankings had stopped two weeks ago, it was just this morning that
the deep red wrist and ankle cuffs of the Initiates had been removed. She now
was a real member of their community and proudly wearing the dark blue bands of
the Workers. They quickly found out that she had a knack for numbers and all
things technical. She would work at the laboratories and study how to use the
To
celebrate the blonde’s ‘promotion’ her Mistress and lover had decreed they
would both take a day off. They dismounted their horses when they reached their
chosen picnic spot. It was a hillock half an hour’s ride from the stables with
a view of the little village that had become Chris’ home. She could see their
house and a bit further away, half hidden in a grove, the laboratories. The
surrounding pastures and fields were idyllic and peaceful.
After
freeing the horses, Gora and Silver, from their saddles, they unpacked the
saddlebags and made themselves comfortable. Kathryn was leaning against a big
boulder and Chris had snuggled down between her legs.
“Do
you remember the first time I brought you here, Chris?”
“How
could I forget, my Kathryn? Not that I didn’t deserve it but the punishment
stayed on my mind for a long time, well not only on my mind. And it also was
the first day I had been allowed to wear clothes.”
Chris’
mind recalled their first visit to the spot vividly, about two months ago.
“Wow,
what a nice view, Mistress.”
“That’s
why I brought you here. It’s one of my favourites. Sit down, I’ll unsaddle the
horses and let them roam free.”
“Let
me help, Mistress.” They were removing the saddles and saddle-blankets when
Silver had shied.
“Oh,
fuck. I’m sorry, Silver,” the blonde said to her mare,
“I’m sorry.”
Kathryn
pushed her aside and studied the abrasions the rough saddle-band had produced.
Chris looked guiltily at her Mistress.
“Strip
and kneel next to the boulder, Chris. You will face away from the village and
the horses.”
Chris
did as ordered and quickly stepped out of the boots, trousers, shirt, and
underwear her Mistress only this morning had presented her with. She knew she
was in deep trouble and certainly in for an exemplary punishment.
Kathryn
had taught her how to properly saddle a horse. She had spent hours teaching her
how to care for the mounts and the equipment. She had been proud to see how
well the animals responded to the blonde; and now, Chris thought, she had
ruined everything. Her Mistress never again would take her for a ride, and what
was worse, her sloppiness had harmed an innocent animal. She deserved to be
punished and punished hard.
She
heard the other woman rummaging in her saddlebag where she always had a first
aid kit and she heard the whinny of her light grey mare. Silver was so gentle
and trusting, and she had made her suffer. She didn’t deserve to wear clothes,
or to ride, or to spent time with her Mistress. Now, her Mistress would no
longer want to become her lover. Berating herself, Chris didn’t hear the
raven-head’s approach.
“Look
at me, Chris.”
“Silver,
will she be okay, Mistress?”
“In a few days, yes. You were
lucky that our ride wasn’t any longer. The saddle-band is frayed at the edge.
You should have used another one and you obviously didn’t take the time to
cinch it properly. It must have been twisted to cause that kind of damage. I
thought I could trust you with Silver’s care.”
“I’m
sorry, Mistress. I was careless and stupid, please punish me.”
Kathryn
opened the buckle of her broad leather belt and slowly pulled it out of the
belt loops of her black jeans. Chris swallowed in reflex. The older woman then
put her right foot on the boulder. Knee and hip now were the same height,
setting her thigh parallel to the ground.
“Stand
up and bend over my thigh, Chris.”
The
blonde did as ordered, Kathryn adjusted her position until her toes barely
touched the ground and Chris had to brace herself on her arms to keep her
balance.
“Four
strokes for swearing.”
Chris
dutifully counted them while trying not to cry out with pain. The doubled belt
bit into her flesh and tears formed in her eyes.
“Thank
you, Mistress.”
She
felt Kathryn’s right hand on the small of her back.
“You
will not be punished because Silver got hurt. You will be punished because it
could have been avoided. You carelessly used faulty equipment. In the tack room
there are enough saddle-straps in perfect condition and it would not have taken
you more than two minutes to use one of them instead.
“You
will be punished because you didn’t ask me to wait. You hurried through the
routine instead of taking care of the details. You didn’t respect yourself
enough to do your job as you have been taught and you didn’t respect the animal
that willingly obeys your commands.
“I
will now give you thirty lashes with the belt and then we will return to the
stables. You will stay there and do everything stable master Miriam tells you
to do for as long as Silver needs to heal. You also will spend the nights
there. I’ll come by every day around
Despite
her head hanging low, the blonde’s face lost all colour. Her Mistress didn’t
want her near any longer but she didn’t deserve any better, so she asked with
defeat in her voice.
“Please,
Mistress, may I count the strokes?”
“Even
then I hated having to punish you.” Kathryn’s voice brought Chris back from the
memory.
“I
had been playing with the health of an innocent being, Mistress, out of egoism.
I deserved it, and you can be sure that lesson will never be forgotten. When
you left me at the stables I was convinced that you no longer wanted to have
anything to do with me. I was so miserable when I laid on my cot in the tack
room with that frayed out saddle-strap always in my line of sight.”
“It
was hard to leave you there but aside from the obvious you also had to learn
that my feelings for you will never change despite what I feel I must to do as
your Mistress. You had to learn and feel that before you made your decision
concerning our future.”
“I
never felt as overwhelmed as when you came back for me the evening of the third
day and asked me if I still wanted us to become lovers. I almost had myself
convinced that I wasn’t worth being anything more than a stable hand and the
next day the punishment with the belt didn’t hurt as much as it had before. And
then you took me home and made love to me for the first time.
“I
love you so much, Kathryn, but part of that love demands that I respect what
and who you are. You know that I would never expect you to neglect your duties
just because of me, Kathryn. You’re who you are exactly because your sense of
honour never would allow something like that. I love all of you, the gentle
lover, the demanding lover and the exacting Mistress. Would you spank me, my
Kathryn? In the same position you did that day but with your hand, please?”
“Why
would you want to feel pain, little one? Do you miss the maintenance
spankings?”
“Yes,
sometimes I think I do. It’s hard to explain, Mistress. I don’t miss the pain
and I know that I belong to you but I miss the ritual and the feeling of
absolute safety I have when bent over or pressing my naked flesh against your
clothed thigh to receive a spanking.”
“Well,
Chris, the good thing about our relationship is that it’s me who’s calling the
shots and at the moment I don’t feel like spanking you. On the other hand I
think that you are overdressed. Strip for me and then bring me the thin leather
thong from the saddlebag.”
Chris
slowly unbuttoned her blue and white shirt and revealed a form fitting white
tank top underneath. She carefully folded the garment and put in on the
blanket. She had learned the hard way that not caring for your clothing was an
act of disrespect for the Servants having washed and ironed them. One not only
ended up with a burning and bright red backside but also had to go without
clothes for a week to once again learn to appreciate the privilege of wearing
them in the first place.
The
tank top followed. Her nipples already were hard in anticipation of what her
lover intended to do with the length of leather. She slipped out of her boots
and socks and turned around to give her Mistress an unimpeded view of her backside
while she pushed her trousers down and stepped out of them. They also went to
the pile of clothing, as well as her silk and lace string. Chris crossed the
hilltop to where they had put the saddles and saddlebags and quickly found the
requested item.
Kathryn
waited for her sitting on the boulder and she gracefully knelt down to present
her lover with the piece of leather. The tall raven-head bound Chris’ hands
without relying on the D-rings on her wrist cuffs and instead of immobilising
them with a knot she pushed the ends into her hands and ordered her not to let
go. Over the last few months they had played enough of these games for Chris to
know that it was to be an exercise in self-control for her. She also knew that
the final reward usually was worth every effort. They never had done something
like this in broad day light or anywhere other than the privacy of their
bedroom; this alone heightened her arousal considerably.
Her
Mistress ordered her to stretch out on the blanket and put her hands over her
head. She told her not to move and not to make a sound and began to kiss her,
starting with the little toe on her left foot and working her way up, touching
every square quarter inch of her skin. Kathryn took her time. She wanted her
blonde lover bursting with desire and need before she allowed her to cum. But
after the first powerful orgasm she still was far from being finished. She
brought Chris to the edge two more times and then gently eased her down again
before letting her cum once again. Their food was forgotten while Kathryn
played the body of her younger lover like a harp, eventually allowing her to
give voice to her outbursts.
When
the blonde was totally exhausted she cradled her in her arms and let her sleep.
Once again marvelling at the change these last four months had brought. When in
the arms of Morpheus, Chris always looked like an innocent child, when she was
focused on her work her expression often changed from intense concentration to
wide-eyed wonder. It was downright contagious to hear her speak about some
project or the other she just was working on or thinking about.
However,
what Kathryn relished most were the changes their sexual relationship had
brought on in the young woman. The first time she had been shy, almost afraid
to show her lover how much she enjoyed what they were doing but this had faded
as their bond grew.
The
still clothed woman looked regretfully at the sun. It was already hanging low.
She would have to wake Chris to be back in time for the surprise party the
other inhabitants of Safe Haven had planned for the blonde.
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“Did
you enjoy your party, baby?” The tall raven-head asked when they entered their
quarters and Chris stripped off her clothing as had become her habit whenever
they were alone.
“It
was so great, Kat. I never would have expected them to do something like this.
I felt at home. Thank you for making me welcome, Mistress.”
“I
had nothing to do with it. It was their idea. I just had to keep you occupied
to give them the opportunity to make the preparations, and over the time you
will learn that we use every opportunity we can to have ourselves a
celebration. They like you and that was their way to show it to you. But they
are not the only ones very proud of you, Chris. That’s why I have another gift
to celebrate your promotion.”
“A gift, Mistress?” The
blonde asked while snuggling next to her lover on the couch.
“Yes,
my love. It’s nothing you can put around your neck or carry around. I know that
sometimes you have very vivid dreams…erotic dreams…but you never talk about
them. Choose one of your fantasies and I will try to make it come true.”
Chris
blushed but not for long.
“Make
love to me, Kathryn. Take me from behind. I want to belong to you completely.
Please, Mistress, teach me how to enjoy a good ass fucking. Let my little hole
belong to you like the rest of my body belongs to you.”
“Stop
it, Chris. I know you had a few glasses of wine but you should know better. I
taught you better. Get off my lap and at kneeling attention, now.”
The
blonde reluctantly took her arms from around her Mistress’ neck and without
standing up slipped down to the hardwood floor. Her eyes were on the ground,
her legs spread wide enough for Kathryn to see her arousal, her hands clasped
behind her back. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to apologise now; she first would
have to listen to her Mistress’ lecture.
“I
know I’m more lenient with the others, little one, but I hold you to higher
standards. I love you, every part of you. You’re so beautiful, it takes my
breath away every time you enter our quarters and take off your clothes to
prove to me that you’re mine. As long as you love me, you will be mine and mine
alone. Tell me, Chris, do you still love me?”
“Yes,
Mistress, I love you. Please punish me for not treating my body with the
respect it deserves by using bad language and crude words. I’m sorry,
Mistress.”
Kathryn
smiled at her kneeling lover who just had effectively cut short what would have
become a lengthy tongue lashing. The blonde looked up without raising her head
and continued.
“Please
Mistress, let me go and get the cane, so you can purge me of the degrading
language I used, letter by letter.”
“Go
and get the cane of your choice and my riding gloves.”
Chris
was back in the blink of an eye and presented the items to her beloved
Mistress.
“Tell
me, Chris, what would you regard as an appropriate punishment for your
transgressions?”
“One
stroke for every letter I said,” the blonde answered without hesitation,
“another one to make sure that I never use them again that way,
and a third to cure me of my thoughtlessness.”
“Fifty-seven,
that would be hard to take, Chris. Do you really think that you deserve such a
harsh punishment?”
“Yes,
Mistress, I spoiled our evening and sullied your generous offer. I deserve to
suffer for it.”
If
there was one thing about her blonde lover she cherished above all else it was
that she was always honest with her. She really was convinced that she should
be punished so hard.
“Stand
up and get over my knees, Chris.” Kathryn ordered while donning the gloves.
“A warm-up spanking, Mistress?”
Chris asked hopefully.
“No,
Chris, this is supposed to be a punishment after all. I just want to try a new
position.”
As
soon as the blonde was settled over her lap the dark haired woman stretched her
legs and rotated her lover’s body until her head and arms were resting on the
cushions of the couch. That brought the lower part of her body almost parallel
to Kathryn’s legs.
“Count
for me, Chris.”
If
the younger woman had hoped that the unfamiliar position she found herself in
would make the caning less effective she was badly mistaken. The first stroke
hit her right in the middle of her buttocks. The welt it immediately produced
was deepened by the second stroke hitting the same spot. It was hard to count
and hold her position. Numbers three and four came down a fraction of an inch
lower, producing another distinct line that would be visible for days.
With
number twelve the tears that had been stinging in her eyes finally spilled
over. Sixteen had her openly sobbing after it hit the sensitive area at the
apex of her thighs following the stroke before.
Her
Mistress’ right hand had been resting on her back, more to make her feel safe
than to hold her in place. It now began to gently caress the still unmarked
upper part of her bottom cheeks and slowly her Mistress’ whispered words
reached her ears.
“…doing well.
There’s no shame in crying. Take your time, Chris. Yes, that’s my girl, take a
deep breath.”
“Sixteen, thank you, Mistress.”
The
intervals between each stroke became considerably longer because Kathryn
patiently waited for the younger woman to count them, thus effectively keeping
her from loosing herself in her punishment. She didn’t want that this early in
the game. The twenty-seventh and twenty-eighth stroke hit as high as the dark haired
woman was willing to go.
“You’re
very brave, Chris, and deserve a treat. Stop counting!”
“Thank
you Mistress.” The blonde answered and closed her eyes. Her clenched fists also
relaxed.
The
next stroke found the place of the first one, and thirty six was placed on top
of fifteen and sixteen. Thirty-seven and -eight followed closely behind.
Kathryn stopped and put the cane aside. It took Chris a few minutes to come
back from her pain induced high. It wasn’t so much a question of sexual arousal
as more a question of trust and openness.
“Let’s
take a break, Chris.”
The
tall woman stood and pulled the other one with her. Chris was trembling and
tears were running down her face. Kathryn let her to the far corner of the room
and turned her face to the wall.
“You’re
doing well, baby, but I want you to calm down before you take the remaining
nineteen strokes you think you deserve. Remember, you’re very brave.”
Kathryn
returned the cane to the wooden closet. She had no intention to give her
beloved any more pain tonight but she also didn’t want Chris to know that just
yet. She stripped and for a few minutes just stood and studied the blonde’s
backside. The trembling had almost stopped. Thirty-eight strokes and only
fourteen welts to show for it; the tall woman was rather pleased with her
handiwork. Later she would give Chris something to ease the pain but for now
she had something else in mind.
The
taller woman stepped closer until her breasts touched the blonde’s back,
pressing her mound against the burning behind in front of her. Her hands found
the other’s breasts with already rock-hard nipples and even if her nose had not
told her, she still would have known that her lover was very aroused, simply
from being relegated to the corner and feeling her eyes on her. She pressed even
closer and whispered in Chris’ ear.
“Justice
has been satisfied and your debt has been paid in full, baby.”
The
blonde didn’t move but she whispered back. “Thank you for disciplining me,
Mistress, and for showing leniency when none was warranted. I’m really sorry
for disappointing you. It won’t happen again.”
“You
didn’t disappoint me, my love. It was just a temporary lapse in judgement, and
we both know that it will happen again. Not any time soon but it will, little
one, and like today I will be there for you to call you up on it because I love
you and I want you to be the best you can be.”
“I
love you too, my Kathryn. Please, let me kiss you.”
The
tall woman turned her lover around and kissed her soundly. Both tongues engaged
in a silent dance while Kathryn put both hands on Chris’ hips to pull her
closer. Her left knee parted the other’s legs and her hands cupped the tortured
arse cheeks, encouraging the blonde to ride her thigh. The green eyes widened,
Kathryn felt her lover’s juices coating her leg. From experience she knew that
she had to slow things down a bit if she wanted to stay in control. When they
finally came up for air, she asked.
“Tell
me what you want, Chris.”
“Please
let me cum. I’m so close. Just touch my clit and I will cum for you. Squeeze my
butt cheeks harder, make me feel the marks of your
discipline and your care. Please make me cum, my Mistress.”
“I
will, baby, but all in good time.”
Chris
whimpered with need and in slight frustration. The dark haired woman’s tongue
was back exploring the familiar confines of her lover’s mouth while her right
hand sneaked between her legs from behind and found the blonde’s drenched
opening. Carefully avoiding touching the probably unhooded
and very ready clit, Kathryn used her long fingers to gather some of the
moisture and spread it over her sphincter.
Kathryn
could feel her lover quiver in anticipation and gently massaged all around the
ring of muscle. She searched Chris’ eyes and found them pleading with her to go
further. She put the tip of her index finger against the opening and slowly
pressed down. It entered with only slight resistance and Chris gasped. Her
other arm firmly encircled the blonde’s slim waist to keep her from impaling
herself on the finger.
Kathryn
knew that she had to go slowly. She wanted her lover to enjoy the experience.
She pushed on until she was in just over the first knuckle. She rotated her
hand to loosen the tight muscle and gathered more of the lubricating juices.
“Oh
Mistress, please, more.” Chris pleaded and moaned while she tried to press her
clit closer to Kathryn’s muscular leg and take advantage of the friction.
“Yes,
baby, rub yourself against me. Let me feel how much you need to cum but hold
back until I give you permission.”
The
blonde whimpered in protest but Kathryn knew that she would do her best to obey
the order. She slid her finger out to the tip and once again wetted the whole
area. This time she easily sunk in to the second knuckle.
“Oh,
yes, my Kathryn.” Chris said releasing a breath she hadn’t know she had been
holding.
“That’s
it, little one, give yourself to me.”
Kathryn
felt the arms around her neck relax but still hold on. She wanted her as
relaxed as possible for the next step. She began to slowly pump in and out, now
going as deep as her long finger allowed. Kathryn felt her lover adapting to
the rhythm she was building and was dripping wet herself but the day, the
moment, was for her beloved.
She
stopped with her finger deep inside of her lover and began to caress her anal
walls by curling and uncurling the long digit while gently turning it as far as
she could.
“Kat,
oh Kat, please make me cum!”
“Hush
my love, be patient.”
“It
feels so good, Mistress.”
“Enjoy,
my love.”
Chris’
breath was getting shorter; her heart was frantically beating against Kathryn’s
chest. She restarted the pumping motion but moved much faster than before. She
was so proud of her blonde lover, how bravely she was fighting to hold back.
“Touch
me, baby, I want us to cum together.”
The
blonde didn’t need a second invitation. She stroked her Mistress’ neck and let
her other hand glide down the taller woman’s torso. She quickly found her
target and moaned at the wetness coating her hand.
“Do
you feel what you do to me, my love, how wet I am for you?”
“Oh yes, my love, my Mistress, so wet.”
“Tell
me what you want, Chrissy.”
Kathryn
found the deep green eyes of her lover and saw how hard she was fighting to
control herself. She was so incredibly beautiful when she finally begged,
“Please,
Mistress, please let me cum. I’m so close, so ready for you. Please, Kathryn,
please.”
The
tall raven-head could have cum from the pleading words alone. The feeling of
power and control Chris freely offered was so intoxicating, it had her totally
addicted.
“Do
it, cum for me, little one.” Kathryn gently ordered.
She
could feel her finger gripped by strong muscle of Chris’ arsehole but she kept
it moving. The blonde bucked against her thigh and was pinching her clit, short
fingernails scraping the tender bundle of nerves. Chris knew exactly what
Kathryn needed right now, and the raven-head reciprocated by quickly adding a
second finger with a vigorous thrust. Chris cried her name as she tumbled over
the edge but despite her own roiling orgasm Kathryn didn’t stop.
She
wriggled her fingers deep inside, against the tight walls and massaged the
younger woman’s clit with her other hand. It brought them both off two more
times before Kathryn felt too weak to continue and stay standing. With the last
bit of her strength she guided them to the adjoining room and onto the bed
where they collapsed in each other’s arms.
More
than half an hour passed before Chris felt strong enough to speak.
“Thank
you, Kathryn. That was the most incredible experience. I felt so full with your
fingers inside of me; I could have melted to a puddle. It was so wonderful. I
felt so loved. Thank you, Mistress.” She whispered against Kathryn’s shoulder.
“It
was my pleasure, my love. I will always love you and give you what you crave as
best as I can. And now let me get up. You need a painkiller.”
“Please
stay. I want to feel the welts. I’m proud that you are strong enough to do what
has to be done. Let me wear them with pride, please.”
“I
love you, Chris.”
You
want to read more about Kathryn and Chris? No problem!
An
augmented and revised version has been published as an e-book under the title:
WOMEN’S PENAL
COLONY by Rose Wilder
Available
at http://lulu.com/content/890419
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