Sasha returned to her room. Her heart was pounding as she stepped out of her dress, and retrieved the lacy shorts from the laundry basket. What was Gilles going to do to her? Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, she attached her collar and leash, and walked back to her master.
Without acknowledging her, Gilles picked up his sub’s leash, and led her from the room. He walked quickly, and Sasha struggled to follow behind him as they went into the kitchen. Gilles made his way through a wooden door in the kitchen wall, dragging her behind him.
“Gosh, what an amazing pantry.” Sasha could not help remarking on the large and airy walk-in area, which seemed to serve as both a larder and storage for some of the family’s tableware. She realised that her comments on interior décor were mis-timed, but her master did not respond.
Marching her on, Gilles took another few paces before stopping next to a trapdoor built into the floor. He lifted a handle, and Sasha looked past him to see a set of stairs leading down to what she presumed was a cellar. Gilles dropped her leash and turned to address her.
“Climb down carefully, you will need both hands to hold onto the ladder,” he informed her calmly. “Go and kneel on the floor by the far wall,” Gilles added.
Sasha lowered herself down carefully, although the steps were stable and the room was larger than it had appeared from above. The area was dimly-lit but as Gilles came down the stairs behind her, some lights in the ceiling came to life and Sasha could see the basement more clearly. It was certainly not being used to store wine.
She looked around at what could only be described as a small dungeon. There were some items of plain black furniture in the room, but what caught Sasha’s attention was the hooks in the walls and ceilings. Some of these had chains and ropes attached to them.
She remembered his instructions, and walked to the far wall and dropped to her knees. Sasha’s mind was racing, and she could not help wondering if Gilles ever brought his wife down here. The room was not concealed in any way, so she presumed he did. Were there other women too, she mused.
Sasha stayed still as she heard Gilles moving quietly about his basement, and awaited her fate.
“Keep facing the wall, Sasha.” Gilles directed her. “Clearly you did not learn your lesson last time, and ten strokes were not enough. We will see if twenty makes a difference.” Gilles smiled as he spelled out Sasha’s upcoming correction.
Opening a trunk near the entrance to the basement, he retrieved a thin bamboo cane and a black leather flogger. Walking over to Sasha, he deposited the items at her feet.
Without speaking further, Gilles pulled a chain from the ceiling and drew it through two hooks in the ceiling. The ends of the chain hung about eight feet above the floor. Gilles clipped an individual leather cuff around each of Sasha’s wrists as she knelt before him.
“Stand up, girl, and lift your legs one after the other.” Gilles’ voice echoed gently.
Sasha stood up and lifted her legs, allowing her master to clip a cuff around each of her ankles. Gilles walked back to his trunk, retrieving a spreader bar which he efficiently attached to the cuffs on her ankles.
Lifting her arms in turn, Gilles attached her wrist cuffs to the chain above her. After standing back to check her position, Gilles pulled the chain slowly, lifting Sasha’s arms higher until she was forced to stand on tiptoes.
“I am going to administer ten strokes of the cane to your bottom. Plus ten with the flogger to your breasts. You can choose the order in which you receive your corrections.” Gilles spoke without any hint of emotion.
Sasha sobbed gently as his words sank in. Gilles slid his hand under the hem of her black panties and stroked her bottom before running his fingernails up her back and onto her breasts.
“Such lovely skin, such a beautiful body. It saddens me that I have to mark it,” Gilles whispered in her ear. Sasha’s body shook, but her bonds only allowed her to sway slightly.
“Please Sir, I am so sorry. You don’t have to punish me, it won’t happen again. I am sorry I have put you in this position, please, Sir,” Sasha babbled, although she knew begging would be fruitless.
“Where shall I start?” Gilles moved in front of Sasha as he spoke, ignoring her pleas.
“Oh my god, my breasts first, please Sir.” Sasha sobbed again as she uttered the words, deciding she would get the worst out of the way first.
Gilles strode towards his trunk again. “Our basement is soundproofed, but we cannot have the neighbours hearing any screaming,” Gilles said, picking up a ballgag and quickly securing it in Sasha’s mouth.
Without delay, Gilles picked up the flogger and flicked it over Sasha’s right breast. The response was immediate. Her head flew back and her body shook wildly. It seemed as if she would break free of her shackles, but her bonds held securely.
Gilles repeated the motion on her left breast, before rapidly delivering the rest of the blows to her bosom, gradually increasing his force and alternating left and right. Standing back to survey the damage, he slid his hand inside her panties and stroked her genital area.
“Hmmmm, so wet again Sasha.” Gilles laughed. “No noise, my pet.” Gilles loosed her ballgag as he spoke. Sasha breathed heavily and made some snuffling sounds but managed not to cry out.
“What do you say, Sasha?” Gilles looked into her eyes as he spoke.
“Thank you for whipping my breasts, Sir. In future, I will not flirt with another man, Sir.” Sasha uttered the words and looked forlornly at him.
Gilles put the flogger to one side and put her gag back in place. He took a moment to survey Sasha’s exposed body once more. Her panties covered about half the flesh of her delectable bottom, but he knew they would offer no protection against the cane.
Sasha heard her master moving behind her, and heard the gentle swish of bamboo as he gave the cane a flick. Her heart was pounding and her stomach churned. How on earth was she going to take ten strokes.
Gilles beat her hard. The first cane stroke landed high on her bottom and Sasha howled into her gag, but only some muffled noises disturbed the near silence of the basement. Counting in her head, Sasha felt her tears falling freely after four strokes.
Her bottom was stinging viciously as Gilles moved past six strokes. The cane was landing on top of the previous blows, and her agony became even more intense.
Sasha had counted to eight, when Gilles stopped. Perhaps she had miscounted, or she wondered if he was showing her some mercy.
“These last ones are going to hurt,” Gilles casually informed her, before walking in front of Sasha and lashing the cane into her left thigh, a few inches above her knee. Before she could register the extent of the pain, Gilles repeated the stroke into her right thigh.
“Those will look nice as you walk onto the Eurostar tomorrow,” Gilles remarked casually as he surveyed his punished sub. Sasha wailed into her gag as Gilles placed the cane against the wall.
Gilles placed a hand on her beaten bottom. He felt the heat radiating from Sasha’s flesh. The exposed part of her backside was a mess of red and purple hues, and he noted approvingly that each of Sasha’s thighs was marked with thin but livid red stripes.
Moving his hand around her hip, Gilles slid his fingers under the crotch of her panties.
“I will remove your gag, no yelling out remember.” Gilles continued. “And remember your manners too.”
Gilles removed the gag from her mouth. Breathing deeply and shaking, Sasha felt dribble escape from her lips, which mixed with the tears rolling down her face.
“Thank you for caning my bottom, Sir. I know I must not flirt with other men, Sir.” Sasha managed to thank her master.
“Good girl. You will spend fifteen minutes kneeling in the corner before showing me some real gratitude.” Gilles lowered the chain as he spoke allowing Sasha’s feet back to the ground. He moved quietly and efficiently, releasing the spreader bar and her cuffs before walking back to his chest.
“On your knees, face down and present your bottom to me.” Gilles moved behind Sasha as he spoke.
Sasha complied, and soon felt Gilles pulling her panties to one side before he began applying a cool liquid between her buttocks. She realised Gilles was lubricating her anus. She stayed in position as her master rolled a finger around her entrance before invading her.
Gilles worked his finger in deeper before withdrawing it, then making a low noise which sounded to Sasha like a murmur of approval.
“Stay still, you will keep this plug in place while you wait in position.” Gilles ordered Sasha as he pushed an anal plug into her most private space.
“Remain there on your knees and reflect on your behaviour. Think about how you deserved this punishment,” Gilles told her, before turning and climbing the stairs.
Sasha felt very sore as she knelt on the floor. With the adrenaline leaving her body, she began to feel a slight chill too. It had been a lovely, warm autumn day in Brussels, but the basement was not heated and it was getting late now. She was finding the anal plug not too unpleasant, but it was a constant reminder of what she knew must be coming next.
Upstairs, Gilles sat on the sofa and opened his phone. Finding the App for the CCTV system he watched Sasha’s silhouette in the dimly let basement. His sub was kneeling in silence and seemed to be staying in line with orders. Pressing rewind, Gilles scrolled back to the point where he had attached Sasha to her restraints. He was going to enjoy the replay and was pleased to notice his groin was stirring once more.
After watching a repeat of Sasha’s chastisement, Gilles returned to the basement.
“Hello Sasha, I hope have you had the opportunity to reflect on your behaviour,” Gilles addressed the kneeling girl.
“Yes, Sir. I know you were right to punish me and thank you for correcting my behaviour. It won’t happen again,” Sasha replied meekly.
“I sincerely hope not, Sasha,” Gilles responded. “You will now offer yourself to me and beg me to fuck your ass.”
Gilles moved behind Sasha. He lifted her and pulled her towards a black table, before pushing her down into position. Her chest was flat against the wood, with her feet firmly planted on the floor. Gilles slide her panties down her thighs and smiled as he pulled the anal plug from her. Her canal shrank before his eyes, but her hole still looked so very enticing.
Sasha lowered her head before speaking.
“Please, Sir, would you please take my ass. Please use me hard, and teach me the lesson I deserve.” Sasha spoke almost in a whisper, tears welling up in her eyes.
“What was that, Sasha? Repeat yourself so I can hear clearly,” Gilles spoke, stroking the back of his sub’s thigh.
“Please, Sir, take my ass. Be sure to use me hard, and teach me the lesson I deserve.” Sasha uttered the words louder, feeling her face burning in shame. Her body trembled in anticipation of the violation it was about to receive.
“Very well, I will not disappoint you. Keep your head down, but hold your buttocks apart for me,” Gilles instructed her.
Sasha manoeuvred herself into position. She heard a grunt as Gilles pushed his engorged cock into her behind. Sasha felt a burning sensation as her master stretched her back passage beyond its natural capacity.
“I am going to give you every inch of my cock,” Gilles murmured as he slowly pushed his manhood into Sasha’s bottom. Sasha gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as her painful defilement continued.
Gilles took his time but soon he was fully inside her, and Sasha felt her master’s testicles tap against her sex. Gilles held himself in for a moment, then began to slowly withdraw his cock. Sasha tried to keep her sphincter muscles relaxed as he held the tip of his manhood inside her anus.
“Remember, this is still part of your punishment, girl. It is not meant to be enjoyable.” Gilles spoke calmly, as he pushed his cock back in, hard and deep. Sasha stayed in position, an uncomfortable feeling of fullness inside her. Gilles grunted again as he ploughed into her.
Gilles took his sub’s ass with relentless purpose. He was soon in a steady tempo, sliding in and out as he enjoyed the tightness of Sasha’s previously off-limits hole. Sasha knew her best choice would be to stay as still as she could, and try to avoid clenching her muscles. She prayed it would be over as quickly as possible.
Eventually, Gilles started to breathe move heavily. He landed a hard slap to each of Sasha’s buttocks, before wedging his cock deep inside her and ejaculating in a frenzy. Sasha felt his manhood throbbing and twitching as his semen filled her bottom.
Finally spent, Gilles withdrew his cock half-way out of her bottom.
“No mess. I don’t want semen leaking all over my floor from your slutty ass. Have your hands ready to collect it as I pull out,” Gilles directed her. Sasha now felt totally humiliated, but nodded her head meekly as she moved an arm behind herself.
Satisfied she was ready to do as instructed, Gilles drew his cock fully from his sub. Rising to his feet, he moved towards the stairs.
“You will find spray and cloths in the cabinet. Clean the room properly before you go to bed. You will present yourself naked in my room at 8.30 tomorrow morning, with my coffee. Oh, and be ready to suck my cock.”
The End !
