Sally’s Arrival
Janice Fairchild is in her maid’s uniform washing the windows behind Master Roy’s desk in his fourteenth floor office. Her mind wonders as she looks out over the city skyline. She’s brought back to reality as the elevator door opens. Her face lights up with excitement as she glances over at the clock.
Janice tosses her towel onto a cart next to her and walks around the corner in time to see her roommate Sabrina get off of the elevator. Sabrina is also wearing a maid’s uniform. Sabrina smiles as she sees her friend walking towards her.
Janice hugs Sabrina, “Hey you. How did it go?”
Sabrina tightens her arms around Janice, “I missed you so much. You know hoe Mistress Silvia can be. I can barely walk.”
Janice pulls back and looks into Sabrina’s eyes, “What happened?”
“I dropped a silver serving platter. You would have thought that thing was made out of gold. She beat my ass raw. I still can’t sit.”
“I had better get back to work and let you get some rest, before Tammy comes stalking.” The girls hug and kiss on the lips one last time. Sabrina turns and walks back towards her room. Janice watches Sabrina walk down the hallway.
Janice turns to get back to her duties and almost runs smack into Tammy. Janice heart drops as she wonders just how long Tammy has been standing behind her. Janice attempts to walk around Tammy.
Tammy grabs her by the arm. “I’m tired of you not taking your duties seriously.” She walks down the hall with Janice in tow.
Janice struggled to keep pace. She knew that there was no reasoning with Tammy when she got like this. But she couldn’t help but try, “I’m sorry I just wanted to say hello to my friend.”
“You are going to learn one way or the other that your duties come first. You can speak with your friends after your work is done.”
Tammy opens a door and pushes Janice in. The room is small and empty except for a wooden chair in the middle of the room with a small end table next to it with implements used to administer spankings. Tammy pulled Janice by her arm over to the chair. She sat down and pulled Janice over her lap in one single motion.
Janice could feel her dress being raised over her hips as she fell into place. The rush of the cool air sent a chill over her exposed panty covered bottom. Janice looked up to see that the door was still half opened for anyone to look in. She knew better then to complain. She gripped the legs of the chair as she felt Tammy’s hand smoothing her satin French cut panties over her shivering ass.
The fresh strip marks from Janice last canning were still visible from the corners of her panties. Janice flinched as Tammy’s hand brushed across the cane marks. Janice let out a slight quiver as Tammy’s hand landed firmly across her firm ass.
Tammy didn’t particularly enjoy punishing the girls under her charge, but she was known for her harshness. Janice fought back tears as she squirmed under the furious spanking Tammy was delivering. Janice tried her best not to struggle too much. She knew Tammy was just getting started and she didn’t want to make her punishment any longer or harsher than it had to be.
Tammy could feel the heat rising from her victim’s ass as it bounced wildly under her skillful hand. She could hear Janice’s breath cracking on the verge of crying. The portions of Janice’s ass that wasn’t protected by her skimpy panties were now a deep red.
Janice started crying uncontrollably as she felt Tammy’s hand reach under the top of her panties and start to pull them down. Tammy pulled Janice’s panties down to her knees and watched as they fell to her ankles and then to the ground as Janice tried to adjust her legs to keep her panties from falling any further. Tammy wasn’t surprised to see that Janice panties offered the poor girl’s ass no protection. But she was surprised to see how the redness in Janice ass made the stripes from her recent caning stand out. Even some of the lighter marks were now more visible.
Janice started to plea as she felt Tammy reaching towards the end table. “Please … I was just saying hello to my friend.”
Tammy tapped the dense wooden hair brush on the sorrowful girl’s ass. “You know the rules. You don’t socialize during work hours. You could have waited to say hello to your friend during your next break.” Before the last word left Tammy’s mouth she started her assault on the helpless girls exposed ass with the hair brush.
Janice started kicking her legs wildly and pounding her fists against the ground and the legs of the chair. The pain from the hair brush was more then she could take.
Tammy quickly turned her attention to the back of Janice’s legs. Each smack of the brush leaves a deep red mark on the back of her legs which quickly turned into bruises. “You had better pull it together and calm down or I’ll take the cane to you again.”
Janice is crying so hard she’s close to hyperventilating and is unable to verbally respond. She clinched the legs on the chair so hard her knuckles started to turn pale. Her legs shake uncontrollably as she struggled to keep from kicking. Janice screams each time Tammy’s brush lands against her tender thighs. Tammy forces Janice’s legs even further apart as she turned the poor girl’s inner thigh as red as the back of her thigh and her ass.
Janice never thought she would be relieved to have her ass spanked with a hair brush. When Tammy turned her attention back to Janice’s ass, Janice felt a wave of relieve wash over her. Her ass wasn’t that ample, but it offered far more protection from the sting of the brush then her inner thighs.
Tammy lays the hair brush on the end table and holds Janice in place across her knee as Janice continued to cry uncontrollably. “Shush … It’ll be alright.” She gently rubs Janice’s ass and thighs.
Janice breaths start to quiver as she begins to calm down. Janice releases her grip on Janice and helps her to her feet. Janice’s maid uniform dress falls down to barely cover her ass, leaving her bruised legs exposed.
Tammy stands up and hugs the sobbing Janice. “I’m sorry I had to do this, but you have to learn. Your training is almost over. If you do something like this on an assignment it will be far worse for you. I’ve seen girls pass out under the whips of some of the crueler Masters. We’re lucky to be owned by Master, but once your training is complete even his punishments will be harsh in comparison to this.”
Janice struggles to get the words out. “I’m sorry.”
“I know baby, I know.” Tammy kisses Janice gently on her lips. “Pick up your panties and put them on. Then get back to work. After lunch I want you and Sabrina to get the empty room next to yours’ ready for two new girls.” Tammy starts walking out of the room.
Janice spoke at almost a whisper. “Yes ma’am.” She stooped down and picked up her panties and put them on.
Janice runs her fingers through her hair and fluffs it up. She wipes her face as best she can. She knows that the entire household heard her punishment through the opened door, but she still had her dignity or so to speak. She takes a deep breath and walks out the door and makes the long trip down the hallway.
She walks with her head slightly down not wanting to look anyone in the eye. It wasn’t so much that she thought they knew. Of course they knew. She knew when ever they were punished also. As far as punishments go this one was light. What Janice hates is when they try to comfort her. Besides the only one who really knows how to comfort her is her roommate, Sabrina.
Janice panties are beginning to dig into her raw flesh as she walks. She’s reaching back trying to adjust them as she turns the corner. She nearly collides with another maid who is pushing the cart Janice left in the other room.
The maid, Cheryl, swerves the cart and looks over at Janice, “Are you okay? You really should watch were you’re going.”
Janice is startled for a moment. “I’m fine. Where are you going with my cleaning cart?”
“I’m putting it away. You really shouldn’t just walk away and leave it like that we’ll all get into trouble.”
Janice reaches back and adjusts her panties again. “I’m sorry. I’ll put it away now.”
The girl looks at Janice and notices the fresh marks from the brush on the back of her legs. She starts pushing the cart away. “That’s alright, I’ve got it. Master wants a drink for him and Master Jefferson. You can get that.”
Janice walks over to the bar and starts pouring two drinks. She looks over notices her Master and Master Jefferson, whom she has grown to hate even more so then when she first met him, with two new girls. Both girls were totally nude wearing only a thick leather collar around their necks with a large ring in the front of it.
The Hispanic girl was extremely beautiful. Her skin was flawless. She was completely submissive and offered no resistance. The other girl however, the tall blonde, was anything but submissive. She was struggling and putting up quite a fight. It took everything Master Jefferson had to hold her steady, even though her hands are bound in front of her and gagged with a ball gag. She stumbles forward and almost falls to her knees as Master Jefferson tugs on the rope tied to her hands that he was using to lead and control her.
Janice places the drinks on a silver platter and walks over to her Master’s desk, trying her best not to stare at the unruly blonde and her timid friend. Janice kneels next to her Master and holds up the tray so that he may select his drink.
Master Russell is known for his ability to remain calm in any situation. An unruly brat was nothing he hadn’t handled before. He looks over at Janice as if she was the only one in the room, giving her is undivided attention for a brief moment. Janice had tried hating her Master as much as she hates Master Jefferson. He was as equally cruel to her when they first met as Master Jefferson was. But when Master looked at her he had a way of making her feel as if she was the only one in his world.
Master stroked her hair and ran his strong hands down the back of her neck. “Place the drinks on the desk and go check on Sabrina. I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Yes Master.”
His touch sent a wave of excitement throughout her body. From Janice’s smile you could have thought her was inviting her to eat lunch with him, not serve it to him. But for Janice she had come to experience great pleasure from serving Master.
She wasn’t alone in her feelings for Master. Almost every maid in his service felt the same. Those who said they didn’t most likely secretly do, otherwise why would they stay after their debuts were paid. Some of the girls have actually gotten in to fights out of jealously over Master, each claiming that he loved them the most. As Tammy often reminds them, Master has never said he loved anyone outside of his love for them as his slaves. But to a submissive what greater love can there be?
Janice stands up and removes the drinks from the tray and places them on coasters on her Master’s desk. She curtsies and walks out of the room. She places the silver tray behind the bar as she passes by it on her way out of the room. She could feel Master’s eyes follow her as she left the room.
Master Russell turns his attention to Master Jefferson and the two girls before his desk. “It looks as if you have your hands full my friend.”
Master Jefferson tugs at the girl’s ropes to keep her in place. “This is Sally Rych. She’s the urgent matter that Thomas flew out to bring to you for some special training.”
“Awe yes, Gerald’s girl. “ He looks over at the other girl. “Who is this treasure? I was under the impression Gerald only had one daughter.”
“This is Pandora, apparently they are partners in crime and attached at the hip, so to speak.”
Master Russell motions for Pandora to turn around. Pandora slowly turns showing off her perfectly toned body.
Master Russell approvingly nods, “Very good. It looks as if we have a natural submissive. It shouldn’t take much time to familiarize her with protocol.” He looks over at Sally who is still struggling against her bonds and Master Jefferson. “This one is going to be a challenge. Do you think you’re up to it? Thomas has his hands full with an upcoming project.”
Master Jefferson takes a tighter grip on the ropes and takes up all of its slack. “I assure you that I will whip her into shape in no time.”
“Good, remove her gag I wish to speak to her.”
Master Jefferson pulls her towards him and removes the ball gag from her mouth. He moves his hand just in time as Sally takes a bite at him.
Sally spits in Master Jefferson’s face. “You fucking assholes have best let me go. I’m going to kick your fucking asses when I get free.”
Master Jefferson slaps her so hard across her face she falls to the ground. “Do you want me to put the gag back in?”
Master Russell stands up. “No, but I believe it’s time we taught her whose in control here. Since you are their trainer I’ll leave it to you. Later this evening, after she’s learned to keep a civil tongue in her mouth, we’ll continue our conversation.” Master Russell picks up his drink from his desk takes a sip and leaves the room.
As Sally stands up Master Jefferson takes the rope he’s holding and pulls it through an eye hook that’s attached just under the edge of the front of the desk. He pulls it through forcing Sally back down to her knees. He pulls the end of the rope through the ring on the front of the leather collar around her neck. He pulls it until her head is forced on top of the desk, while her hands are locked securely just under the top of the desks. He pulls the rope through the eye hook and the ring on her collar several times and ties it off locking her into position.
Sally is still defiant. “I’m so going to kick your ass when I get out of here. My father would never stand for this.”
Master Russell removes the thick worn leather belt from around his waist and wraps it once around his hand pulling it tight. “Maybe, but right now I’m going to beat some respect into your ass. And for the record, yes your father knows exactly what we do here. He felt it’s exactly what you need, if you are to run his empire someday.” He looks over at Pandora. “Watch and learn or you will end up here also.”
He kicks Sally’s feet back and from under her. Sally Struggles to regain her balance as her entire body weight shifts from under her. Master Jefferson wastes no time. Before Sally can fully realize what had just happened his belt breaks the air with a horrifying whistle and hits its target, Sally’s firm ass, with a loud smack which cracks the air.
Sally lets out a shrieking scream and curses her disciplinarian and trainer. “Fuck you, you fucking asshole!” She attempts to move or twist her body somehow to escape the next blow which strikes with the same fury as the first blow. “Fuck you!” A stream of tears runs down Sally’s face.
Because of the position Sally’s tied in, the only position she’s forced to hold presents her ass to her tormentor as a perfect target. Pandora cringes with each blow from his belt. She watches as her ex-Mistress’ ass turns red with strips as each blow leaves its mark.
Sally’s screams mixed with the smacking of the belt against her tender ass fills the entire room and echoes down the hallways into every room on the floor. Pandora has never seen anyone whipped like this before. She had never thought she would see Sally in such a position.
Sally was determined that she was not going to give in, “Fuck you! I hate you. I’ll never do what you want.”
Master Jefferson continued whipping her with an equal amount of determination, with a considerable edge from the belt he’s wielding. The worn leather forms around Sally’s ass with each stroke and wraps around her hips.
Sally tries in vain to kick at him. For all of her efforts she only ended up in a worse position then she was in before. As she struggled to regain her balance, Master Jefferson reaches down and grabs her left leg, which is the leg she was putting most of her weight on, and pulls it up and off of the ground. Sally’s face is pinned to the desk by her weight as he lifts her leg up slightly above the height of the top of the desk.
The fury of strokes from the belt intensified. Only this time the target shifted just a little. As the belt wraps around her ass with each stroke the tip of it smacked her exposed pussy. Sally’s shrieks became even more desperate with each stroke.
Not every stroke found its way to her pussy, but the few that did were very well placed and sent a shock wave of pain throughout her body. It was all she could do to keep from passing out of becoming sick.
The worse part of the entire ordeal was in the manner in which Master Jefferson delivered it. He was cold and deliberate. At no time did he speak to her. He just went about his task.
To make matters worse, Sally was getting wet. At first she thought she was bleeding, and then she realized that she was becoming sexually excited. She knew that he had a bird’s eye view of her exposed pussy. Her clit was becoming erect and was beginning to peak out from the little safety its hood provided.
Sally thought she knew what pain was, until the very first time that the tip of the belt struck the tip of her exposed clit. Sally opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
Without warning a hard stream of pee shot from Sally and all over Master Jefferson. It was as if Sally was releasing a river. Master Jefferson didn’t slow down on his strokes in the least. He continued on as if nothing had happened.
Sally was now babbling incoherently. All Pandora could do was to stand by and watch as Sally lost total control. Sally’s defiance turned from rage to surrender.
Sally began to plea for mercy. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be good I promise. I’ll be good. Please stop, please.”
Master Jefferson continued on as if he didn’t hear her. He released her leg, but continued to whip her until every inch of her legs and ass were a deep purple and red. He wanted to leave no doubt in the girl’s mind as to who was in control. Sally’s voice is hoarse from all of her yelling that all she can do is cry.
As quickly as it began it was over. Master Jefferson looped his belt back through his pant waste. He looks over at Pandora, “You go get a bucket filled with warm water and a mop. I want you to clean this mess up before somebody slips and falls.”
“Yes sir.” Pandora didn’t want to get on his bad side. She didn’t know where she was going, but she didn’t want to just stand there and risk getting a whipping like Sally’s.
Master Jefferson walks over to Sally. He bends over and pulls her head up as much as he can by her hair. “I hope you will take this lesson to heart and learn from it. Your time here can be easy or it can be hard. From the looks of things it’s going to go hard on you.”
Pandora returns pushing a bucket on wheels by the handle of the mop which is inside of the bucket. Another Maid who was passing through when Sally started to pee had already prepared a bucket of warm water and a mop.
Master Jefferson looks over at Pandora, “At least one of you will do alright here.” He walks out of the room. “I’ll be back. Maybe staying in this position for a few hours will give you time to think about how you want things to go during the rest of your stay here.” He looks back over at Pandora before he leaves the room. “After you are done cleaning up this mess, go down the hall and report to Tammy. She will assign you your room and get you a uniform. Sally’s name is on her door. If she isn’t there, wait for her.”
Pandora doesn’t look up she concentrates on cleaning up the pee from the floor. “Yes sir.”
Sally is still crying uncontrollable as the pain settles in throughout her lower body. She is unable to sooth her pain, because of the position she’s tied up in. All she can do is stay there and deal with the painful reminder of Mater Jefferson’s belt.
~ ~ ~
Hours passed before Master Jefferson returned. He didn’t say a word to Sally as he untied her. Sally couldn’t look at him. Her entire body was sore and stiff. He yanked her up by her left arm and onto her feet. Once she has her footing her releases his grip on her and leaves the room. Sally turns as she hears an unfamiliar female voice coming from behind her.
“I’m Tammy. I’m one of the senior maids. Follow me and I’ll show you your room and get you a uniform.” Tammy motions for Sally to follow her. Sally doesn’t move. “Unless you want more of the same, I suggest you get a move on.”
Sally follows Tammy down the long hallway. Her legs were still weak and each step seemed to renew the intensity of the still lingering pain.
Sally stops in front of a closed door that has Sally’s and Pandora’s name on it. “This is your room. Your uniform is laid out on the bed. Dinner is in less then an hour. I expect for you to be dressed and in the main kitchen where I’ll hand out your work assignment for tonight’s meal.”
“Where is the main kitchen?”
“It’s down the hall to your left. Just follow the other girls.” Tammy pushes the door open. “I’ll see the both of you at dinner. Right now I have other things I need to get done.” Tammy walks away.
Sally walks into the room and closes the door behind her. She starts to cry as she sees Pandora standing next to Sally’s bed holding up her uniform for her.
Pandora is concerned, “Are you alright Mistress?”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your Mistress anymore. I’m nothing.”
Pandora lays down the uniform and walks over to Sally and kneels in front of her. “You are not a nothing, you are everything. You are now and will always be my Mistress.”
Sally strokes Pandora’s hair gently. “Don’t call me that here. It will only get you into trouble. I can’t help you, not while we are here.”
Pandora kisses her Mistress’ stomach. “No matter what they force me to call you while we’re here, know that in my heart I’m calling you Mistress. That’s what you are, my Mistress.”
Before Sally could say another word Pandora’s mouth found its way between her thigh and her tongue started to invade her Mistress’ sore and swollen pussy.
Sally was hypersensitive from her belting by Master Jefferson, especially her pussy. Her legs soon gave out on her and she fell to her knees.
Pandora kissed her Mistress deeply on her lips. Sally didn’t mind that Pandora’s mouth was covered in her pussy juices. It had been a long time since anyone made her feel human. Pandora laid her Mistress gently down onto her back. She gently kissed her neck and slowly makes her way down her chest, paying special attention to her Mistress’ breast.
She kisses down the center of her Mistress’ stomach making sure to play with her Mistress’ belly button with her tongue. She slowly kisses her way down to her Mistress’ exposed cunt, which is now dripping wet.
Usually it takes a lot to make Sally cum, but as soon as Pandora’s breathe brushes over her clit Sally is in full orgasm. Pandora wastes no time in lapping up every drop of the juices that flows from her Mistress’ cunt. Sally’s entire body convulses as Pandora services her Mistress as only she can.
~ ~ ~
The dining room is busy with maids putting the final touches on the table. Janice is setting the table, arranging the china. Although there is no elaborate guest list for this evening’s meal, the Head Butler, Master Thomas made sure every detail was to perfection. Tonight Master Russell is dining with Mistress Silvia and Master Jefferson.
Another maid, Cheryl, enters the dining room carrying the silverware. Walks over to where Janice is working and stats laying out the silverware.
Cheryl leans over towards Janice, “You know anything about the new girls yet?”
“No, but she looks familiar, like I’ve seen her someplace before. I just can’t place her.”
“I heard she’s that Rych girl.”
Janice looks up at Cheryl, “How do you know she’s rich?”
Cheryl chuckles lightly, “Not rich, Rych. That’s her name. Her father is Gerald Rych.”
“You mean Gerald Rych, the multi- millionaire?”
“Do you know of another Gerald Rych?”
“No fucking way that can’t be her, can it?”
“I wander what she did to end up here?”
Master Thomas walks up behind the girls, “More work and less gossip ladies.”
Janice and Cheryl answer in unison, “Yes Master Thomas.” They smile at each other and continue setting the table.
Master Thomas looks at his pocket watch and claps his hands together sharply twice. That signals the maids that it’s time for dinner to be served and Master and his guest will be entering the dining room in just a few moments. The maids scramble into positions. Sally and Pandora line up against the wall with the newer maids.
Janice and Sabrina go into the kitchen followed by Cheryl. Tammy redirects them back into the dining rooms. “There’s been a slight change. Janice you will tend to Master this evening during dinner. Sabrina you will tend to Mistress Sylvia and Cheryl you will tend to Master Jefferson.” The girls turn to take their stations.
Cheryl looks back and asks Tammy, “What happened to Lynn and the others that were assigned to these stations?”
Tammy answers, “Not that it’s any of your business, but we received a last minute special request and Master is sending them.” She shoos them out of the kitchen and into the dining room, “Hurry along.”
Janice is accepting her new role better then she would have expected. It beats her former situation when she had only five bucks to her name and wasn’t sure as to where she would sleep or what or even when she would next eat. There was the occasional punishment and strange requests from clients, but there was also Sabrina.
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