Showing posts with label cattle prod. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cattle prod. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Finish The Job

12:26 PM

Eventually the punishment ended. It had only lasted a few minutes, but to Penny it had felt like hours. Conversely, to the maid, who had enjoyed torturing Penny, it had felt like seconds. She would have liked to torture her longer, but her feeling of needing to be fair stopped her. It was a first offence, and not a serious one, Penny had just been too slow. So a few minutes torture with the electric cattle prod on it's minimum setting, and through the denim of her jeans, not on bare flesh, seemed an appropriate punishment.

As soon as the punishment was over, Penny was made to continue with her cleaning. To the maid's disgust, Penny was still cleaning too slowly. She yelled at her angrily, but Penny's fear at getting another punishment for doing a bad job kept her working carefully. And carefully was too slow.

Suddenly the Maid's anger turned to joy, as she realised that Penny's slow work would mean that she would have to "encourage" Penny to work faster. With another evil grin the maid poked Penny's tit with the cattle prod, sending another painful electric shock through her flesh.


The maid continued torturing Penny like this while she worked. Penny tried to convince the maid that she could work faster without the tit torture, but the maid just tortured her more saying "Shut up and work, the quicker you finish, the sooner I stop."

So Penny took the hint, shut up, and worked as fast as possible.

But there was still a lot of work to do, it took time, and all the while the maid continued to torture her tits with electric shocks.

Monday, 5 July 2010

Too Slow

12.14 PM

Well over two hours later the maid decided that she had been more than fair on Penny and went to see what was holding the slave up. The maid was feeling mixed emotions; anger at Penny for delaying her work schedule, and also excitement at the thought that she now had an excuse to inflict pain on Penny. The maid was going to enjoy that!

Penny had her back to the door so she did not see the maid enter, and she was so busy working that she did not hear her either. The maid stood there for a while, watching Penny. Knowing that she was about to punish Penny, the maid was enjoying anticipating her suffering.

Penny was made aware of the maid's presence when the maid poked her ass with the electric cattle prod. Penny screamed in pain and turned to see what was happening. She had just enough time to notice that the maid was smiling an evil smile, then she again felt pain as the prod was once more forced against her anus.


Penny screamed again and tried to crawl away, but the maid followed her, repeatedly jabbing her ass with the electric cattle prod. Eventually Penny realised that she could not escape and just knelt there, in the corner of the tiled floor, her ass upwards and ready for it's punishment. The maid spent several minutes punishing Penny by prodding her buttocks and anus with the business end of the cattle prod. All Penny could do was kneel there, her ass upwards, sobbing steadily from the pain, as the maid tortured her with the cattle prod.

The maid enjoyed every minute of it.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

When The Master Wakes
8.18 AM
Penny had stopped crying and come to a decision by the time the butler came to fetch her.

The butler simply said "The master is awake, and he wants to see you before he partakes of breakfast." Penny made no sign of moving, so the butler continued "Come on stupid girl, I said that he wants to see you."

The decision Penny had come to was that she was going to resist her slavery. The night before she had decided on a policy of "That which cannot be overcome must be endured", this morning she had decided to work on "overcoming" her slavery rather than "enduring" it.

If she refused to work, they could not make her. So she simply sat on the edge of the bed defiantly and glared at him. The butler sighed and left the room. Moments later he returned with a four foot pole that appeared to have a metal ball in the end of it, slightly larger than a golf ball. He said "I'll tell you one more time, the master is awake, and he wants to see you, please follow me." Penny remained defiant.

The butler raised the pole, and gently poked Penny in the tummy with it. As the metal ball touched her skin a wave of extreme pain shot through her body. She screamed and slid back on the bed, away from the pole.

"This is a cattle prod." The butler told her. "It is designed to control cattle. Cows have tough skin, it is what we get leather from, so the shock has to be painful to get through to them. What you just felt was the prod on it's lowest setting, it has nine higher settings. Each setting is more painful than the previous setting. If you continue to disobey me I will continue to use the cattle prod on you. I will keep increasing the setting until you obey. Now, the master is awake, and he wants to see you, please follow me."

On it's lowest setting the torture had been agony for Penny, she could only guess at what the higher settings would feel like, and had no desire to find out. In fact she had no desire to feel the lowest setting again. So that was the end of Penny's defiance. The end of her attempt at "overcoming". From now on Penny would have to resign herself to "enduring". She stood up and followed the butler.

As they approached the door at the end of the corridor, the butler stooped and asked Penny "Haven't you forgotten something?" Penny could not think of anything so said "No" then added a hasty "Sir" when she realised that he still held the cattle prod. "You don't have to call me Sir." He replied "In fact it is bad form to call me Sir. The master and mistress always call me Butler, The mistress tries to pronounce it as though it has a small B, the master does not. Some of the staff call me Butler too, but the rest call me Mr Hoskins, which is my real name. You may call me Butler, or Mr Butler whichever you prefer. You may also call me Mr Hoskins if you like, but never just Hoskins, if you use my name always add the Mister.

"Now back to your faulty memory. What have you forgotten?" Penny could not think what he meant, so just shook her head. He responded by asking her "Do you want me to beat you?" She began shaking with fear and stuttered "No, please sir, I mean Mr Hoskins" He put the cattle prod down and asked "What did I tell you yesterday that I would beat you for, if you ever forgot to do it?" Penny was shaking with fear so badly that she could not answer. She also had no idea what he was talking about, so he continued "We are about to go into the home of the master. What must you always do before you go into the home of the master?" Suddenly Penny remembered what the butler had said the day before. He had told her "If I ever catch you entering the master's home without first washing your hands, I will beat you." Hurriedly she ran to the washroom and began frantically scrubbing her hands.

Once he was satisfied that her hands were clean the butler led her down to the main part of the house and into the bedroom shared by the master and mistress of the house, they were both still in bed. As they entered the room, the  master said to the butler "Thank you Butler, please wait, we won't keep her long." Then he turned to Penny and said "Yesterday, when I inspected you I forgot to inspect your tits. I would like to look at them now, please lift your bra and show them to me."

Penny took an involuntary step backwards and started to refuse. Then she remembered the folly of that action and instead turned to his wife and hopefully said "Yesterday you told me that I could keep my bra on, it would be like a bikini." The mistress smiled at her and replied "You are mis-remembering, I did not say that. I told you that wearing a bra would be like wearing a bikini, but I did not tell you that you would not have to remove it at some point. My husband has got to that age where he likes to see nice firm teenage breasts, and I unfortunately have got to the age that my breasts are a long way from teenage, and sadly even further from firm. That is one of the reasons we bought you, so please show him your tits."

Penny looked round frantically, as though looking for a way to escape. But the action was purely instinctive, she knew that as long as she was wearing the collar with the tracking device padlocked around her neck, escape was pointless, they would find her, they would punish her, and she would be worse off than before. The only thing she dared hope for was to think of an excuse to not lift up her bra.

But nothing came to her.

She looked at the stern face of the butler. He had left the cattle prod upstairs, but he could no doubt get it.

She looked at the woman. She was smiling, enjoying Penny's discomfort. And the cold way she had looked at Penny the day before had led Penny to believe that whatever punishments she would inflict on Penny for disobedience would be worse that the cattle prod. And unlike the butler, she would enjoy punishing Penny.

Then Penny looked at the master of the house. That was a mistake. The eager lustful look in his eyes made Penny's discomfort worse. But Penny realised that she had no choice. Either she lifted her bra and showed him her breasts or they would punish her until she did so. Either way, she knew that she was going to show him her breasts. It would be better to do it now, and avoid punishment.

Feeling embarrassed, and a little debased, Penny faced the master of the house and lifted her bra, exposing her firm teenage breasts to him.
As she stood there, facing the bed where the master lie, and exposing herself, Penny saw his blankets rise slightly and realised that he was getting an erection. For some reason that made her feel worse, more debased.

He just lie there, staring at her naked tits, for several minutes. Then he simply said "Thank you, you may put your bra back down now."

While Penny readjusted her clothing the master gave the butler instructions for breakfast, then he told him "Take the girl down with you, introduce her to the rest of the staff." His wife added "Keep her there while the staff have their breakfast, let the male staff ogle her body while they eat. But keep her bra on, don't let them see her tits. Save that humiliation for later, for when I can find the time to watch."

The butler nodded, then left the room to begin the chores. Penny followed him miserably, resigned to her fate.