Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip

Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip

The Master was sitting at a desk, typing at a laptop computer. He glanced up at the two naked women as they were brought into the room but said nothing and went back to his work.

The room was very much in keeping with a hunting lodge. There was a fireplace, wood paneled walls, a couple of trophy antlers mounted over the fireplace and a few leather chairs. There were also a couple bookcases filled with books that looked as if they had not been removed or even dusted in a great many years.

Melinda was the closest to a window and she gazed at the scene outside. The mountains were not much compared to the ones she was used to in California. On the nearby hills she could see pines. Closer by, there were silver birches, yew and oaks forming a forest, beginning just beyond the driveway. The sky was overcast and the day gray, matching her spirits.

But she saw no one outside. There was only the gravel driveway and then the forest. If she could just get out of that house, she could disappear into the trees and might elude capture.

They both wished they could move their arms. They had been taped together behind their backs for over twenty-four hours. There were annoying itches, possibly from the glue on the tape even though they wore those long gloves. The worst part, though, was that they could not move their fingers. The hands and fingers were taped flat against the upper arms and quite unable to move. Not as bad as some of the bondage they had been put in, it was still very uncomfortable to have their arms secured in that manner for so long.

Reggie continued at the computer for a long time. The two women waited, standing there, a slight but cold draft caressing their bare skin. Behind them, Angus stood between them and the door they had come in.

Eventually their Master looked up. Folding down the top of the computer, he stood and walked around the desk to view this birthday present.

“I see by your wet hair that Angus and Susan have given you a shower,” he said with a faint smile. “That is good.” He walked around them, noted but did not comment on the redness where Susan had struck Melinda’s ass, then stood before them again.

“I am going to introduce you to a old tradition at Harcourt Lodge. It is customary for the master of the lodge to whip a new slave as soon as he or she arrives. I allowed you to sleep the night first, but it would not be right to delay your welcome any longer. Angus, please take them and prepare them.”

“Right you are,” Angus said, and suddenly a strong hand was upon each bare arm, pulling the women towards the door.

Darlene walked with her head down. She had no doubt that their Master meant what he said. She was going to be whipped. How much it would hurt she had no idea, but she suspected it would be a lot.

Melinda stared at Angus with a strange mixture of fear and disbelief on her face. Surely that Reggie bastard was not serious! A whipping? Like her bottom was not already sore from that whipping Susan had given her over breakfast. Yet a part of her mind calmly told her that the riding crop had not been a serious whipping and that what was coming would probably be a whole new level of pain. Of course, that little part of her mind was totally correct, but Melinda had nothing in her experience to understand its meaning.

The room they were taken to was downstairs, not far from the room where they had spent the night. It was a simple place, a square room about twelve feet on a side and windowless. The walls were bare stone and the floor concrete that was cold beneath their bare feet. Instead of a single overhead light, there were several lights in the corners up high. When switched on, they provided ample light over the whole room.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Normally you would be hung by your wrists for this whipping. But I wish to leave you taped up for now, so we’ll modify that part a bit. Angus, if you please.”

As they watched, Angus went to a box in one corner and came back with a length of thick hemp rope. It was brown in color and much thicker than the ropes that had been used on them before. He fashioned a small loop in one end and then pulled the other end back through it to make a sliding loop. That he placed over Darlene’s head and pulled it snug around her neck. Next to the box was a small chair. He pulled that over and stood on it to thread the rope through a ring attached to a wooden beam in the ceiling. He tugged on the rope until Darlene was up on her toes, and then tied it off to a wall cleat. The process was repeated with Melinda. The younger girl did not cooperate as the older woman had, and had to be pulled over under the ring. With no hands to fight, she could not prevent the loop from being placed over her head and tightened down. As Angus threaded it through the ring and pulled on it, her fright-filled eyes looked to Reggie then back to Angus.

When he backed off, she was left standing there, the rope firm around her neck but not so tight as to inhibit breathing. She was, however, standing on her toes to prevent that from happening.

Reggie walked around them slowly, enjoying both the naked bodies and the look of fear in their eyes. When he put out his hand, Angus placed a whip in it. It was made of black leather braided into a three foot long, the tapering weapon wicked enough looking to strike fear into the heart of anyone. Darlene closed her eyes and would not look at it. Melinda stared at it in shock.

“You can’t mean to use that on us!” she said, the words having trouble getting out of her mouth.

“I do mean to and will,” he said calmly. “Please feel free to scream if you wish. There is no one here save Angus and Susan and myself to hear you.”

He lazily swished the whip back and forth a few times to get the feel of it. Then he positioned himself behind Melinda. She twisted around on tiptoes to face him.

“You probably would prefer this on your ass rather than your front,” he told her. “No?”

Melinda looked as if she was going to faint or scream at him. Her eyes were wide with fear and her breathing was almost a pant. If you looked carefully, you could see the muscles in her legs trembling ever so slightly.

“Turn around or I’ll whip you across your breasts,” he said.

Melinda shook her head.

So quickly that she never saw it coming, he swung the whip backhanded, striking her directly across both breasts.

A scream began but was cut off. Melinda, reacting to the sudden and intense pain in her breasts, jerked backwards. The scream was cut off when the rope tightened around her neck. For long seconds she hung by the neck until the shock wore off enough for logic to take hold again. Then she put her feet down and sought to lift herself up on her toes. The rope from her neck to the ring went slack and the loop around her neck loosened – just enough for her to suck in air.

She strained to look down at her lovely breasts that were hurting so very much. She could just see a red streak forming across the tops of them, just above her nipples. It amazed her that the skin was already swelling up into a thin ridge of red flesh.

“Would you care to turn around now?” he asked calmly.

“Why…” Melinda whispered as tears raced down her cheeks. She did not mean to question why she should turn around, but why he was doing this to her. And he knew what she meant.

“Because I can. I own you. You are my property. I can do anything I wish to you.”

The statements were met with an expression of disbelief. Blinking back her tears, she sniffed and said, “You can’t mean that. That just doesn’t happen. And not in civilized countries like England!”

Reggie laughed at her naiveté. “Honey, there are plenty of countries in this world where women are bought and sold and kept as slaves. Even right here in Jolly Old England.”

He swished the whip back and forth again. “Now, are you going to turn around or do you want all the strokes on your breasts?”

Melinda frowned but began twisting around on her toes until her ass was available to the man with the whip. No sooner had she completed the turn than the whip swished again and landed on that bare ass. She cried out and jerked her body forward. She could not help it. The sharp burst of pain in her ass was more than she had ever felt, worse even than the casual stroke he had delivered across her breasts. Later, when she was much more experienced in such matter, she realized that he had held back on his first stroke. But those delivered to her ass were with the full force of his arm.

The scream died off into a strangled cry as the rope tightened around her slender neck. Her body twisted around and she fought to get back on her toes. The next two strokes came in rapid succession, evoking more jerking of her body and strangled cries. Once back on her feet, she shook her upper body violently as if she would shake the tape off her arms so she could protect herself.

It was a lovely show, and Reggie applied the whip just enough to keep her dancing. Quickly, her ass was covered with red, swollen ridges of flesh. Tears poured out of her eyes to wet her breasts and the floor beneath her. She was finally able to keep her feet under her when the fresh strokes landed but she could not hold in the cries of pain.