In Training – Don Brown
“Do you understand the contract for which you are entering girl”?
“I think so”
Slap, slap, slap, slap across the young girls face, Sir knew how to make the sound without too much pain.
She jumped back, stunned.
“I think so, what girl?”
“Sir, Sir, I think so Sir”
“Let Me reiterate girl, if you do not understand, stop Me by raising your hand”
“Yes Sir, I will sir”
My name is Don Brown and you will always refer to Me as Sir or Master.
I am a Dom but not in the way most people visualize a Dom.
I do not have much BDSM interest, in fact, very, very little indeed. I do not tie girls, except for restraint if they struggle during a punishment.
This house is run to a strict Domestic Discipline regime.
My house title is HoH, which stands for Head of House which means I run the household very strictly but also very fairly.
To maintain discipline we have 3 levels, maintenance, correction and reminders.
The recipient, that’s you, has the title, TiH, which translates to being Taken in Hand.
I have a set of house rules which you will always abide by, have you read and learnt them girl?”
“No Sir”
“No sir, and pray tell, why would that be?”
“I forgot Sir”
“Oh, you forgot, maybe I will give you something to help your memory?”
“Oh thanks you Sir”
“STRIP girl, everything off and lay over table”
On unsteady legs the young girl removed her blouse and went to undo her jeans, Sir Don stopped her and told her that her bra came off next.
How He loved to see young breasts swinging as the girl removed the rest of her garments.
He could also judge their excitement by the swelling of their nipples, thus giving Him the correct measures and hardness to use.
She undid her bra, a front fastener and allowed each breast in turn to be free.
He was not disappointed, not as big as others but the ideal size for a young girl in her late teens, her pink virginial nipples rising to show her excitement, or was it fear?
As she reached and undid her jeans button Sir reached up and cupped her breasts, at least she came with some knowledge and her hands shot behind her head and her back arched.
He squeezed and tweaked her nipples to protrude to there fullest, almost raising her off the ground. For some minutes He played with them, stretching, cupping, even the odd slap.
His hand went to her open jeans and pushed down to go inside her Knickers.
He fingered her and the young girl could not hold back, she came in seconds, pulling out He showed her His glistening finger, “You will be punished 10 with the cane for that girl, you will always ask before you cum, now continue”
She lowered her jeans and seductively slipped out of her pink lace knickers and made for the table.
She lent over, “Grip the other side girl, we do not want stray hands on your bottom, do we?”
“No Sir”
Sir went to the old wooden cabinet and opened the right hand door, He had already decided on the lightweight junior. She did not want hurting, or scaring for that matter, but a girl needed to learn.
“You will receive 10 strokes of the cane for not asking before you pleasured yourself. You may cum as often as you wish, but always ask first”.
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir, I deserve to be punished”
“Your job will now be two fold, count each stroke, and keep position” she was instructed.
The first 3 stokes, no problem but the fourth she never counted before the fifth.
“Five Sir” she sobbed.
“Unfortunately not girl, that was one, you never counted the fourth”
“Oh Sir, no Sir, please Sir”
“Two extra for arguing”
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“Two Sir”
On the seventh her hand had a mind of its own and sprang to her welted bottom.
Sir waited, when she gripped the edge of the table again, He spoke.
“ That will be one girl”
Realizing her stupid error her sobs burst into tears, “One Sir, sorry Sir”
Sir Don, not a cruel man, laid the others on less harsh, he knew she was learning a valuable lesson, but also showed compassion.
“10 Sir, thank you Sir”
“Stay down and compose yourself girl, I will return in 5 minutes”
As soon as he left she let out a wail followed by a mountain of tears, she wanted to rub, but remembered that rule, and even though Sir was not in the room she was honor bound to respect that rule.
Sir returned, “ Now girl that is the end of the punishment but you will be given corner time, and after the corner time you will be spanked over My knee. It will be a reminder always to address your betters correctly, now stand”
“Yes Sir” her hands to her head, as all bare breasted girls know, is the correct position.
“In due course you will have your hood ringed, and a lead will be attached for me to guide you to the position I want you in. It will also be attached when you are dressed and will appear over the top of your jeans.
If I take you out you will be fastened by it to a dog ring outside any shops I do not care to take you int.”
“Yes Sir”
“ In the meantime when I hook My finger so, He bent his finger up into a hook shape, your fingers will open your pussy lips and you will lift yourself onto it, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I do”
Sir Don hooked his finger and the young girl duly opened her pussy lips and Sirs finger was inserted into her wet slit.
He took her to the corner and released her pussy. She faced him and he fondles her nipples, then soon took regulation nakedness form, bright pink and pointed.
He moved her to the wall, “ Your nipples will not leave this wall until you are so instructed, if I see they do, the punishment begins again”
He turned her round and she arched her back, pouching out her cute breasts so her nipples touché the wall.
“Thank you for the punishment and the teachings Sir, I deserved them and appreciate the time you gave up to punish me Sir”
“Good girl” and he patted her stripped bottom as he left her in the corner and sat at his desk.
He admired His own handiwork, a wheel from the cane from waist to behind her knees.
The girl, still in her teens had been won in a game of chance, Sir Don was not a gambler per say, but wanted the girl away from her charge so he could protect her. He trusted very little the man proposing to be her guardian.
She was a girl of around 5 foot five, honey blonde shoulder length hair, very slim with a tight toned bottom.
Her breasts were a perfect apple shape with the prettiest pink nipples, which by the way, responded at once to instruction.
She was shaved, a job he looked forward to keeping up to, as humiliation was indeed an important lesson to learn, she had tiny flaps but a good sized hood and clit, and when aroused her lips puffed to the same color pink as her nipples.
Only her sobs made her move and Sir went to collect her, “Turn around lilone”
She responded at once, Sir hooked His finger and she latched on at once.
He raised her a little higher so she had to go on tippy toes, again, a vital part of her training in humility.
Sir sat on his chair and stood her to the right, still hands on head, “Over you go girl” he said in a quiet authorative voice, and over she went.
“This will be a reminder, I will issue these as and when I wish, because I can, do you understand girl?”
“Yes Sir I do, and thank you Sir”
Once suitably draped, both hands on the floor Sir rubbed her bottom, very gently at first and he felt her begin to rub on His knee, as he increased the pressure the grinding became more intense and on his first spank she could hardly get the words out.
“Sir, please Sir, I want , can I, Sir I need”
“You may cum lilone, you may cum”
Sir spanked her bottom all over, even down the back of her legs, as he felt her cum he just rubbed and rubbed, and said “Yes you may”
She lay draped over him for some time until she was told to rise, and hands back to her head, Sir hooked and she latched on, a quick learner.
Back in the corner Sir erected her nipples again and she took up the same position as before.
“Tomorrow is Monday and will become one of your maintenance days. You will arise at 6.00 am and shower. You will then lay 3 pillows in the middle of your bed, and be over them as I enter the room. Your legs always just wide enough apart so your pussy lips open, your arms outstretched to grip the wrought iron headboard.
You will then be whipped with My belt and caned”
“Yes Sir” she replied, her eyes never leaving his face.
He only left her 2 minutes or so before leading her to his large leather armchair where he sat her on his knee and she began to cry.
She does not know why, but Sir does, and sir knew from that moment on He had the makings of a fine, loyal, trustworthy and respectful slave.
As she sobbed Sir began to use His property, he squeezed her nipples to almost bursting point his other hand opening her legs and playing with her girly pussy lips, she responded in a way which suited Sir, feminine and submissive, he cuddled and played and again brought her to pleasure as he lowered her between His legs.
“That’s it, good girl”, she needed no instructions in thanking Sir, in a way a good slave knows how……………….. | 
