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Elizabeth Ashton
Elizabeth Ashton: 18 years old, long blond hair and blue eyes, 5'6", 34C.
I stood on the terrace of my guardian's residence in Accra, knowing that the rising midday sun would soon drive me indoors. It was almost a month since my arrival in the African trading post, and I was still getting used to the intense heat.
After a number of less than discreet affairs, i had been glad to flee the stifling constraints of London, and I had revelled in the great adventure of sea travel to my guardian's household on the so-called 'Gold Coast'. I knew nothing of Africa, or the dark trade in human lives that had established the settlements on the fever-ridden coast.
Gradually I was coming to terms with the heat, humidity and strange food, and I was getting used to my new life as a lady of leisure in the household of one of the wealthy merchants of the port. Soon I would come into my own inheritance, and then I would be truly set up for life.
Elizabeth Ashton: 18 years old, long blond hair and blue eyes, 5'6", 34C.
I stood on the terrace of my guardian's residence in Accra, knowing that the rising midday sun would soon drive me indoors. It was almost a month since my arrival in the African trading post, and I was still getting used to the intense heat.
After a number of less than discreet affairs, i had been glad to flee the stifling constraints of London, and I had revelled in the great adventure of sea travel to my guardian's household on the so-called 'Gold Coast'. I knew nothing of Africa, or the dark trade in human lives that had established the settlements on the fever-ridden coast.
Gradually I was coming to terms with the heat, humidity and strange food, and I was getting used to my new life as a lady of leisure in the household of one of the wealthy merchants of the port. Soon I would come into my own inheritance, and then I would be truly set up for life.
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Sir Roger Stanley:
Sir Roger had served in Her Royal Majesty's Cavalry for over ten years, until battle field wounds and made his retirement necessary twenty years ago after attaining the rank of Major.
Sir Roger had tried to adapt to life in England after he'd recovered, but found it stifiling and many aspects of life smothering and hypocritical to say the least, especially the sexual mores of the day as preached as opposed to how they were practiced in private among many of the gentry. He also deeply missed the sense of adventure and the thrill of danger he'd experienced and thrived on while in the military, and its discipline as well.
When an opportunity presented itself in 1825 to purchase and operate a trading company on Africa's dangerous, but exceptionally wealthy, Gold Coast Sir Roger took it immediately and without hesitation.
Now Sir Roger is the head of one of, if not the most prosperous, trading companies on the Gold Coast in the coastal city of Accra in Nigeria. His company sends traders inland to barter with the natives for gold, gems, ivory and the black gold of human slaves, although they weren't always black, for that ever increasing market.
Having the power and wealth this brought him allowed Roger to indulge in baser and darker, even his darkest desires. It also established him firmly near the apex of the white colonials in Accra. This allowed him ample opportunity to initiate many into his secret and very private world of debauchery and depravity. Something all who entered soon craved and wanted as much as Sir Roger wanted to indulge in it with them, and the slaves who caught his eye as they passed through his slave compound.
A year ago Sir Roger received a letter from a solicitor explaining that his younger brother and his wife had died unexpectedly of influenza leaving his niece alone and Sir Roger as her guardian and sole living relative. His niece, Elizabeth, would receive a fortune when she reached her majority at twenty-one, but in the meantime Sir Roger would be responsible for her, and managing her inheritance.
Sir Roger, through the solicitor, arranged for Elizabeth to attend a private school for ladies and had forgotten her, although not her wealth which he used freely and had actually increased in doing so.
The solicitor's next letter six months later explained that Mistress Elizabeth had gone a bit wild after the death of her father and mother and it had been necessary for him to 'cover' for several of her indiscressions, most of a sexual nature he was sorry to say. It was suggested, in carefully guarded language and tactfully, that perhaps she needed a change of scenery and a firm and guiding hand to settle her down.
Elizabeth had arrived in Accra a month ago and to say that Sir Roger was surprised at her appearance would be a gross understatement.
Gone was the gawky and awkward child he remembered. In her place stood a female in the full bloom of youth and womanhood. Now eighteen Elizabeth stood about several inches shorter than Sir Roger's 5'11". Her hair was light golden colored and reached to her waist and a bit below. Her blue eyes looked on the all around her with a surprising worldliness and her tops of her breasts swelled above a very full bodice showing the firmness of her youth and a size surprising for a slender woman. The swell of her hips, hinted at by her dress, matched that of her breasts and promised delights of the flesh should she allow it. Something that she'd apparently done more than once and not always discretely according to the solicitor's tactfully language.
Elizabeth was settled into a suite of room across the courtyard of Sir Roger's home compound in Accra. The compound had only two heavy and thick iron bound doors leading to the streets surrounding it. The rest of the exterior walls were blank, a fortification in the event of native unrest, as happened from time to time. When it did the defense was from the rooftops and his being the highest in the neighborhood that gave him the commanding high ground advantage.
The three above ground floors all opened onto the central courtyard and he and Elizabeth had their suites of room on the middle floor. The top floor was for guests and storage and the first was for day to day activities, housed Sir Roger's office/study combination and was also used for parties and the like.
Sir Roger had left Elizabeth mostly alone, only seeing her now and then at supper time or when she came for a book to read, to allow her to acclimate to the change of climate and the much slower and more leisurely pace of things in Accra. Now a month and a bit had passed and it was time to begin to draw Elizabeth into his web as well as tell her the rules she'd be expected to obey unless she wished to be punished, as he knew his brother had punished her and she'd been punished at the private school.
"Achmed," he said quietly to one of the Arab slave/servants in the household, "you will go and instruct Miss Elizabeth to come down here and join me in my study. Now please."
"Yes master, immediately," Achmed replied in accented English then backed from the study and hurried to the door to Miss Elizabeth's suite of rooms.
At the door Achmed knocked several times until a voice called out, "Come in."
He did so and found Miss Elizabeth on her terrace resting in the shade as she read.
"Miss, the master wants you to join him in his study right away and sent me to tell that to you," Achmed said after bowing to her.
Sir Roger had served in Her Royal Majesty's Cavalry for over ten years, until battle field wounds and made his retirement necessary twenty years ago after attaining the rank of Major.
Sir Roger had tried to adapt to life in England after he'd recovered, but found it stifiling and many aspects of life smothering and hypocritical to say the least, especially the sexual mores of the day as preached as opposed to how they were practiced in private among many of the gentry. He also deeply missed the sense of adventure and the thrill of danger he'd experienced and thrived on while in the military, and its discipline as well.
When an opportunity presented itself in 1825 to purchase and operate a trading company on Africa's dangerous, but exceptionally wealthy, Gold Coast Sir Roger took it immediately and without hesitation.
Now Sir Roger is the head of one of, if not the most prosperous, trading companies on the Gold Coast in the coastal city of Accra in Nigeria. His company sends traders inland to barter with the natives for gold, gems, ivory and the black gold of human slaves, although they weren't always black, for that ever increasing market.
Having the power and wealth this brought him allowed Roger to indulge in baser and darker, even his darkest desires. It also established him firmly near the apex of the white colonials in Accra. This allowed him ample opportunity to initiate many into his secret and very private world of debauchery and depravity. Something all who entered soon craved and wanted as much as Sir Roger wanted to indulge in it with them, and the slaves who caught his eye as they passed through his slave compound.
A year ago Sir Roger received a letter from a solicitor explaining that his younger brother and his wife had died unexpectedly of influenza leaving his niece alone and Sir Roger as her guardian and sole living relative. His niece, Elizabeth, would receive a fortune when she reached her majority at twenty-one, but in the meantime Sir Roger would be responsible for her, and managing her inheritance.
Sir Roger, through the solicitor, arranged for Elizabeth to attend a private school for ladies and had forgotten her, although not her wealth which he used freely and had actually increased in doing so.
The solicitor's next letter six months later explained that Mistress Elizabeth had gone a bit wild after the death of her father and mother and it had been necessary for him to 'cover' for several of her indiscressions, most of a sexual nature he was sorry to say. It was suggested, in carefully guarded language and tactfully, that perhaps she needed a change of scenery and a firm and guiding hand to settle her down.
Elizabeth had arrived in Accra a month ago and to say that Sir Roger was surprised at her appearance would be a gross understatement.
Gone was the gawky and awkward child he remembered. In her place stood a female in the full bloom of youth and womanhood. Now eighteen Elizabeth stood about several inches shorter than Sir Roger's 5'11". Her hair was light golden colored and reached to her waist and a bit below. Her blue eyes looked on the all around her with a surprising worldliness and her tops of her breasts swelled above a very full bodice showing the firmness of her youth and a size surprising for a slender woman. The swell of her hips, hinted at by her dress, matched that of her breasts and promised delights of the flesh should she allow it. Something that she'd apparently done more than once and not always discretely according to the solicitor's tactfully language.
Elizabeth was settled into a suite of room across the courtyard of Sir Roger's home compound in Accra. The compound had only two heavy and thick iron bound doors leading to the streets surrounding it. The rest of the exterior walls were blank, a fortification in the event of native unrest, as happened from time to time. When it did the defense was from the rooftops and his being the highest in the neighborhood that gave him the commanding high ground advantage.
The three above ground floors all opened onto the central courtyard and he and Elizabeth had their suites of room on the middle floor. The top floor was for guests and storage and the first was for day to day activities, housed Sir Roger's office/study combination and was also used for parties and the like.
Sir Roger had left Elizabeth mostly alone, only seeing her now and then at supper time or when she came for a book to read, to allow her to acclimate to the change of climate and the much slower and more leisurely pace of things in Accra. Now a month and a bit had passed and it was time to begin to draw Elizabeth into his web as well as tell her the rules she'd be expected to obey unless she wished to be punished, as he knew his brother had punished her and she'd been punished at the private school.
"Achmed," he said quietly to one of the Arab slave/servants in the household, "you will go and instruct Miss Elizabeth to come down here and join me in my study. Now please."
"Yes master, immediately," Achmed replied in accented English then backed from the study and hurried to the door to Miss Elizabeth's suite of rooms.
At the door Achmed knocked several times until a voice called out, "Come in."
He did so and found Miss Elizabeth on her terrace resting in the shade as she read.
"Miss, the master wants you to join him in his study right away and sent me to tell that to you," Achmed said after bowing to her.
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I had seen Achmed coming across the courtyard, but I had allowed him to knock several times and finished the chapter of the novel I was reading before calling out "Come in." in a sweet voice. He came up to the terrace and bowed.
Fifteen minutes later I climbed down the stairs and knocked on the door of my uncle's study. "Come." I heard called in a strong voice a moment later and I opened the door and went in.
"Good morning uncle Roger. You wished to see me?"
I snapped the book closed and furrowed my brow. "Does he indeed? And right away?" I stood and looked at him imperiously. I was half-tempted to send him away, but I wasn't doing anything at the moment anyway. "Well, we had best not keep the lord and master waiting then. Go and tell him that I shall be down presently." I said and went into my room to arrange my hair (I had awoken late that morning and taken breakfast in my room).
Fifteen minutes later I climbed down the stairs and knocked on the door of my uncle's study. "Come." I heard called in a strong voice a moment later and I opened the door and went in.
"Good morning uncle Roger. You wished to see me?"
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Achmed & Uncle Roger:
"Yes Miss, most certainly Miss," Achmed says as he bows and backs toward the door to her suite. Miss Elizabeth turns to place her book at the table beside the lounge where she'd been reclining and reading. As she does so Achmed's apparently lowered eyes light up and gleam at the vision she presents.
The sunlight behind her makes her golden mane glow around her head like a halo. The way she's twisted her body pulls the thin cotton bodice of her dress very tightly across the swells of her full, firm breasts outlining and highlighting them as well a silouetting them clearly through the fabric.
Achmed pauses momentarily before turning to relay her reply to his master. He feels the strong stirring of his manhood as it reacts to what he's seeing and he thinks to himself, 'Surely all of the houri's in Allah's Paradise must look this way. Aiieee, such pleasures could be had with the likes of her.'
Then he turns and exits the suite closing the door behind him before adjusting his loose fitting pantaloons to hide what they conceal. He has no desire to incur master's wrath, that can be agonizing.
He returns to Sir Roger's study/office, but not quite as quickly, and delivers Miss Elizabeth's reply, "Master, Miss Elizabeth said to tell you that ' she wouldn't want to keep the lord and master waiting and that she shall be down presently' ."
"Were those her exact words Achmed?" Sir Roger asks in a low and deep voice tinged with hints of anger.
"Aye master. Exactly as she spoke them only moments ago. Achmed remembers them clearly master."
"I see," Sir Roger says as his thick and dark eyebrows are pulled together by a deep frown of displeasure. "Achmed I may have need of your assistance directly. You will stand in the alcove in the corner and remain still and silent until you're summoned."
Bowing low and deeply now that he's seen the signs of Sir Roger's ire, "Yes master," he says softly and humbly backing toward the alcove, "I hear and live to obey master." In seconds Achmed is standing in the shadowy alcove as still and silent as a statue.
A quarter of an hour passes as Sir Roger awaits his niece's appearance. As each minute passes he becomes more and more displeased and angry for punctuality and immediate obedience is what he's used to and will have within his household whether it be from servant, slave or Elizabeth.
Then there was a knock at the study's heavy, carved and polished door. Sir Roger answers it with a one word reply, "Come."
The door opens and Elizabeth walks in, closes the door behind her and airly says, "Good morning uncle Roger. You wished to see me?"
Despite his anger Sir Roger can't help but be impressed by the lovely face and exquisite female form standing before him, but neither will distract him. In fact both firm his resolve where she and her fate are concerned.
"Indeed I did Elizabeth, a quarter of an hour ago that is.
"I wished to explain the rules that will govern your behavior here, two of which you've already breeched.
"Any infraction of my rules will result in your begin painfully punished until you've learned and understand that as your guardian my words and rules are the laws by which you'll live while here. And here's where you'll stay until you've reached your majority Elizabeth regardless of your wishes one way or the other," he says quietly while looking directly into her blue, blue eyes.
"The two rules you've already broken are punctuality as I did tell you to come to my study right away, not one quarter of an hour from when you were summoned.
"The second rule you broke was immediate obedience and compliance to my wishes and instructions. Obviously you felt taking a quarter of an hour was sufficient Elizabeth. Let me assure you that it most certainly wasn't and never will be girl," he continues, his voice raising slightly and deepening.
"I would be inclined to be leinient for a first offense had you not already accrued the record that you have, the one that brought you here to learn discipline among other things.
"As that's the case Elizabeth you will be punished for what you did just as you'd have been by the Headmistress of the school I'd sent you to in England. You will be caned for each of the transgressions.
"Have you anything to say to mitigate your punishment before it commences girl?"
"Yes Miss, most certainly Miss," Achmed says as he bows and backs toward the door to her suite. Miss Elizabeth turns to place her book at the table beside the lounge where she'd been reclining and reading. As she does so Achmed's apparently lowered eyes light up and gleam at the vision she presents.
The sunlight behind her makes her golden mane glow around her head like a halo. The way she's twisted her body pulls the thin cotton bodice of her dress very tightly across the swells of her full, firm breasts outlining and highlighting them as well a silouetting them clearly through the fabric.
Achmed pauses momentarily before turning to relay her reply to his master. He feels the strong stirring of his manhood as it reacts to what he's seeing and he thinks to himself, 'Surely all of the houri's in Allah's Paradise must look this way. Aiieee, such pleasures could be had with the likes of her.'
Then he turns and exits the suite closing the door behind him before adjusting his loose fitting pantaloons to hide what they conceal. He has no desire to incur master's wrath, that can be agonizing.
He returns to Sir Roger's study/office, but not quite as quickly, and delivers Miss Elizabeth's reply, "Master, Miss Elizabeth said to tell you that ' she wouldn't want to keep the lord and master waiting and that she shall be down presently' ."
"Were those her exact words Achmed?" Sir Roger asks in a low and deep voice tinged with hints of anger.
"Aye master. Exactly as she spoke them only moments ago. Achmed remembers them clearly master."
"I see," Sir Roger says as his thick and dark eyebrows are pulled together by a deep frown of displeasure. "Achmed I may have need of your assistance directly. You will stand in the alcove in the corner and remain still and silent until you're summoned."
Bowing low and deeply now that he's seen the signs of Sir Roger's ire, "Yes master," he says softly and humbly backing toward the alcove, "I hear and live to obey master." In seconds Achmed is standing in the shadowy alcove as still and silent as a statue.
A quarter of an hour passes as Sir Roger awaits his niece's appearance. As each minute passes he becomes more and more displeased and angry for punctuality and immediate obedience is what he's used to and will have within his household whether it be from servant, slave or Elizabeth.
Then there was a knock at the study's heavy, carved and polished door. Sir Roger answers it with a one word reply, "Come."
The door opens and Elizabeth walks in, closes the door behind her and airly says, "Good morning uncle Roger. You wished to see me?"
Despite his anger Sir Roger can't help but be impressed by the lovely face and exquisite female form standing before him, but neither will distract him. In fact both firm his resolve where she and her fate are concerned.
"Indeed I did Elizabeth, a quarter of an hour ago that is.
"I wished to explain the rules that will govern your behavior here, two of which you've already breeched.
"Any infraction of my rules will result in your begin painfully punished until you've learned and understand that as your guardian my words and rules are the laws by which you'll live while here. And here's where you'll stay until you've reached your majority Elizabeth regardless of your wishes one way or the other," he says quietly while looking directly into her blue, blue eyes.
"The two rules you've already broken are punctuality as I did tell you to come to my study right away, not one quarter of an hour from when you were summoned.
"The second rule you broke was immediate obedience and compliance to my wishes and instructions. Obviously you felt taking a quarter of an hour was sufficient Elizabeth. Let me assure you that it most certainly wasn't and never will be girl," he continues, his voice raising slightly and deepening.
"I would be inclined to be leinient for a first offense had you not already accrued the record that you have, the one that brought you here to learn discipline among other things.
"As that's the case Elizabeth you will be punished for what you did just as you'd have been by the Headmistress of the school I'd sent you to in England. You will be caned for each of the transgressions.
"Have you anything to say to mitigate your punishment before it commences girl?"
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The startling ferocity of Sir Roger's greeting took me aback for a moment. I had been scolded before, of course, but never with such magnetic power.
Nevertheless I gathered myself up and held my chin high. I hadn't realised that my behaviour would offend him, but I would not apologise.
"No." I said to him simply and defiantly.
Nevertheless I gathered myself up and held my chin high. I hadn't realised that my behaviour would offend him, but I would not apologise.
"No." I said to him simply and defiantly.
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Sir Roger:
"Good, for there's be little that you could say in your defense Elizabeth," he says as he stands and begins to slowly walk around the ornate desk.
"Now disrobe. All punishments you recieve will be given to you while your naked to demonstrate just how bad you've been. You'll be punished naked just like one of the slave bitches would be punished.
"When you've undressed you will lay over my desktop, grip the the far side of the desk. You will spread your legs widely and you will remain that way until you've been given permission to stand up again.
"You will count each stroke of your punishment Elizabeth and you will not reach back to touch your posterior at any time until you've returned to your rooms again.
"If you miscount that one won't count and will be done over again. If you lose count then I will begin over again at one. For these infractions you will receive 5 strokes each for a total of 10 and you will receive an extra stroke for every second over two minutes that it takes you to undress and 5 strokes for either argument or hestitation.
"Undress and take your position Elizabeth. Now."
"Good, for there's be little that you could say in your defense Elizabeth," he says as he stands and begins to slowly walk around the ornate desk.
"Now disrobe. All punishments you recieve will be given to you while your naked to demonstrate just how bad you've been. You'll be punished naked just like one of the slave bitches would be punished.
"When you've undressed you will lay over my desktop, grip the the far side of the desk. You will spread your legs widely and you will remain that way until you've been given permission to stand up again.
"You will count each stroke of your punishment Elizabeth and you will not reach back to touch your posterior at any time until you've returned to your rooms again.
"If you miscount that one won't count and will be done over again. If you lose count then I will begin over again at one. For these infractions you will receive 5 strokes each for a total of 10 and you will receive an extra stroke for every second over two minutes that it takes you to undress and 5 strokes for either argument or hestitation.
"Undress and take your position Elizabeth. Now."
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Achmed
OOC: Achmed stands 5'9" and weighs 160 lbs. His ruddy skin appears unremarkable, but hides a muscular frame. His uncircumsized member is 8" long and he keeps it meticulously clean. Otherwise, his body is unwashed and bears a heady smell of Hashish and olive oil.. He will bathe if Sir Roger orders it, but feels it is unnessesary.
Achmed stood in the alcove and listened as Sir Roger told Miss Eliabeth to undress and told her the conditions of her punishment. Achmed waited silent and unmoving as he listened. Allah would certainly be smiling upon him if Sir Roger called him in.
OOC: Achmed stands 5'9" and weighs 160 lbs. His ruddy skin appears unremarkable, but hides a muscular frame. His uncircumsized member is 8" long and he keeps it meticulously clean. Otherwise, his body is unwashed and bears a heady smell of Hashish and olive oil.. He will bathe if Sir Roger orders it, but feels it is unnessesary.
Achmed stood in the alcove and listened as Sir Roger told Miss Eliabeth to undress and told her the conditions of her punishment. Achmed waited silent and unmoving as he listened. Allah would certainly be smiling upon him if Sir Roger called him in.
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OO:
FYI for you both, Machiavellian will join shortly in the role of a female slave. You'll know when to look for her when Sir Roger summons her. *g
She's working on her background information now.
FYI for you both, Machiavellian will join shortly in the role of a female slave. You'll know when to look for her when Sir Roger summons her. *g
She's working on her background information now.
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I was trembling. Many figures of authority had tried to 'put me in my place', but none had had such an effect on me since I was a little girl. I was stunned that my uncle would think of treating me like one of his slaves, but the tone of his voice brooked no disbelief.
I unclasp my robe and let it fall from my shoulders onto the floor. the dress that I am wearing is thin and uncomplicated, suited to the climate far more thn the corsetry and layers of London fashion - little more than a chemise really. I unlace it at my chest and delicately pull the material off my slightly bronzed shoulders, and slide my arms out.
Nervousness forces me to take a deep breath that makes my chest heave as I peel the thin cotton off my body, leaving my bare skin exposed to the air down to the waist. I hook my thumbs into the waist of my drawers and pull them down, bending over as the material slides over my bottom and thighs. I visibly blush as I step out of them.
I stand up. My hair is bound up, and I am waering on a pair of white stockings held up a red garters and my heeled, laced boots. Instinctively holding my arms across my breasts I step up to the desk.
"Do you wish me to remove these, Sir Roger?"
I unclasp my robe and let it fall from my shoulders onto the floor. the dress that I am wearing is thin and uncomplicated, suited to the climate far more thn the corsetry and layers of London fashion - little more than a chemise really. I unlace it at my chest and delicately pull the material off my slightly bronzed shoulders, and slide my arms out.
Nervousness forces me to take a deep breath that makes my chest heave as I peel the thin cotton off my body, leaving my bare skin exposed to the air down to the waist. I hook my thumbs into the waist of my drawers and pull them down, bending over as the material slides over my bottom and thighs. I visibly blush as I step out of them.
I stand up. My hair is bound up, and I am waering on a pair of white stockings held up a red garters and my heeled, laced boots. Instinctively holding my arms across my breasts I step up to the desk.
"Do you wish me to remove these, Sir Roger?"
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Sir Roger:
"Your modesty is a case of to little and to late in light of what I know of your escapades Elizabeth. Drop your arms. Bare your breasts to me just as the rest of you is now bared.
"You may leave the stockings and boots on as they emphsize your nakedness and also frame the golden hair lightly covering your pussy and the boots emphasize the globes of your heart shaped ass nicely," Sir Roger says quietly as his eyes roam her high and firm breasts capped by the crinkled and puckered halos surrounding her hard, prominent and large dusky pink nipples. He smiles as he gazes at the light coating of golded fleece that lightly covers two full lips guarding her honey hole of pleasure and walks around her to look at the firm buttocks he's about to mark, and one day soon will...
"Now girl stand as you were instructed. Legs wide apart, over the top of my desk and grip the other side then remain there and that way until you're told that you are permitted to move again.
"Remember my instructions to you as you're punished."
He again smiles to himself at the flush that suffuses her face and the breast he can see as he stands at her side. Then Sir Roger steps back to watch as his ward assumes her punishment position for the first time, but not the last he assures himself now that he's seen her in this state.
Elizabeth placed her hands on the top of the desk bends slowly as she moves to stand pressed against it. Her full and heavy looking breasts touch it's top, hard nipples first, and are slowly flattened as much as their firmness permits as she stretches out to grip the far side of the desk.
Bit by bit she begins to spread her legs toward the corner of the desk and again Sir Roger smiles to himself and stifles a chuckle as her flush deepens as her nether areas are fully exposed and she feels her lips being parted by the stance she's forced to adopt.
Sir Roger stands and looks at the globes of her ass, how her breasts are pushed out between her chest and the desk, how the silky looking skin of her ass is stretched over the tight muscles of her ass cheeks. How those cheeks frame the tight opening of her anus, now clearly revealed, and how her lightly furred pussy lips frame the opening of her cunt.
"Achmed," Sir Roger says as he moves to stand directly behind Elizabeth, "bring me both the strap and my light punishment cane.
Now."
"Elizabeth," he says to her, "the first five your ass will recieve will be with the strap to awaken the nerves in your cheeks. Then your ass will receive five stripes from my cane to serve as reminders until the welts have gone. Each movement, every time you sit will serve to remind you that my will now governs you and it will be that way for years to come. The faster you understand and accept that the easier it will be for you Elizabeth."
As he's speaking his hand as been stroking and rubbing, caressing the silk smooth and tight skin of her ass as he watches to see her reactions and if the feel of his hand on her ass will be at all arousing to her.
"Your modesty is a case of to little and to late in light of what I know of your escapades Elizabeth. Drop your arms. Bare your breasts to me just as the rest of you is now bared.
"You may leave the stockings and boots on as they emphsize your nakedness and also frame the golden hair lightly covering your pussy and the boots emphasize the globes of your heart shaped ass nicely," Sir Roger says quietly as his eyes roam her high and firm breasts capped by the crinkled and puckered halos surrounding her hard, prominent and large dusky pink nipples. He smiles as he gazes at the light coating of golded fleece that lightly covers two full lips guarding her honey hole of pleasure and walks around her to look at the firm buttocks he's about to mark, and one day soon will...
"Now girl stand as you were instructed. Legs wide apart, over the top of my desk and grip the other side then remain there and that way until you're told that you are permitted to move again.
"Remember my instructions to you as you're punished."
He again smiles to himself at the flush that suffuses her face and the breast he can see as he stands at her side. Then Sir Roger steps back to watch as his ward assumes her punishment position for the first time, but not the last he assures himself now that he's seen her in this state.
Elizabeth placed her hands on the top of the desk bends slowly as she moves to stand pressed against it. Her full and heavy looking breasts touch it's top, hard nipples first, and are slowly flattened as much as their firmness permits as she stretches out to grip the far side of the desk.
Bit by bit she begins to spread her legs toward the corner of the desk and again Sir Roger smiles to himself and stifles a chuckle as her flush deepens as her nether areas are fully exposed and she feels her lips being parted by the stance she's forced to adopt.
Sir Roger stands and looks at the globes of her ass, how her breasts are pushed out between her chest and the desk, how the silky looking skin of her ass is stretched over the tight muscles of her ass cheeks. How those cheeks frame the tight opening of her anus, now clearly revealed, and how her lightly furred pussy lips frame the opening of her cunt.
"Achmed," Sir Roger says as he moves to stand directly behind Elizabeth, "bring me both the strap and my light punishment cane.
Now."
"Elizabeth," he says to her, "the first five your ass will recieve will be with the strap to awaken the nerves in your cheeks. Then your ass will receive five stripes from my cane to serve as reminders until the welts have gone. Each movement, every time you sit will serve to remind you that my will now governs you and it will be that way for years to come. The faster you understand and accept that the easier it will be for you Elizabeth."
As he's speaking his hand as been stroking and rubbing, caressing the silk smooth and tight skin of her ass as he watches to see her reactions and if the feel of his hand on her ass will be at all arousing to her.
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Achmed
Achmed heard Sir Roger call to him and ask for the strap and the light punishment cane. He grabbed them both and brought then to Sir Roger. Allah be praised! Elizabeth was spread-eagled across the desk with Sir Roger standing behind her.
She was naked except for her stockings and boots. Her firm breasts were pressed firmly against the top of the desk and her slightly inferior ass was stuck up in the air invitingly. Achmed thought that white women had unusually slim asses and were not made for doing what Arab women could do,what women were designed to be. Achmed felt his uncircumsized shaft growing erect poking through the foreskin on the way to full arosal.
Achmed heard Sir Roger call to him and ask for the strap and the light punishment cane. He grabbed them both and brought then to Sir Roger. Allah be praised! Elizabeth was spread-eagled across the desk with Sir Roger standing behind her.
She was naked except for her stockings and boots. Her firm breasts were pressed firmly against the top of the desk and her slightly inferior ass was stuck up in the air invitingly. Achmed thought that white women had unusually slim asses and were not made for doing what Arab women could do,what women were designed to be. Achmed felt his uncircumsized shaft growing erect poking through the foreskin on the way to full arosal.
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Sir Roger:
"Good boy. Now go around the desk and wait. If it's needed, when I tell you, you will restrain her until her punishment has been given," Sir Roger said as he took both in one hand from Achmed, and wrinkled his nose at the slave's offensive body odor. Something he hadn't noticed before as he'd not been close to Achmed in several days.
"Achmed, you stink like a pig and Moslems aren't supposed to have anything to do with them.
"When Miss Elizabeth has had her punishment you will go and bathe until you are squeaky clean, and you will do that daily from now on.
"When you've bathed you will return here and be punished for being a dirty, stinking slave. I will not tolerate that in my household slaves.
"Is that very clear to you Achmed, very clear?"
"Good boy. Now go around the desk and wait. If it's needed, when I tell you, you will restrain her until her punishment has been given," Sir Roger said as he took both in one hand from Achmed, and wrinkled his nose at the slave's offensive body odor. Something he hadn't noticed before as he'd not been close to Achmed in several days.
"Achmed, you stink like a pig and Moslems aren't supposed to have anything to do with them.
"When Miss Elizabeth has had her punishment you will go and bathe until you are squeaky clean, and you will do that daily from now on.
"When you've bathed you will return here and be punished for being a dirty, stinking slave. I will not tolerate that in my household slaves.
"Is that very clear to you Achmed, very clear?"
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Achmed
Achmed heard Sir Roger's orders and said, "Yes sir". Achmed immediately went around to the front of the desk and smiled as Elizabeth's nose wrinkled in disgust. He didn't mind watching or, Praise Allah , holding her, but this daily bath ritual was against everything he believed in. And the punishment, oh well, a flogging or two didn't really matter to Achmed, maybe Sir Roger would make Elizabeth hold him. hmmmmmmm.
Achmed heard Sir Roger's orders and said, "Yes sir". Achmed immediately went around to the front of the desk and smiled as Elizabeth's nose wrinkled in disgust. He didn't mind watching or, Praise Allah , holding her, but this daily bath ritual was against everything he believed in. And the punishment, oh well, a flogging or two didn't really matter to Achmed, maybe Sir Roger would make Elizabeth hold him. hmmmmmmm.
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Sitting on her bed, was a young girl 21 years of age, Bella, was new to the environment of slavery but had heard about it often from the nearby villages so what occurred was of no surprise when she became one.
Her skin was pale yet coffee toned for her mother was African and her father British. They met through her fathers trading, for he was an inland trader who moved tribe to tribe gathering things to send to the coast. When Bella was young her mother had died, leaving her to her gambling father who swindled the family savings, and lost all possessions. When Bell (as she was called through friends) was at the age of 19, her ather had lost one too many hands in gambling.
On a warm humid day Bell had been walking home from the market when from behind her she was grabbed.
Her father had refused to pay a debt and so she was taken.
Bell had been a slave for over a year and had seen many things with the three masters she had, and she had done things not to be proud of; however, in doing as she was told, she had yet to encounter any major form of violence against her, Dreaming with hope, she had it in her mind that one day her father would pay the debt and return rescue her.
Bell did what she was instructed to do, but had yet to fully submit without reservation, she wanted to stay alive, unlike some she had witnessed getting beaten to death, so she did as she was told but always put a little fight into it - which seemed to entice the masters more so but kept her alive - and living was all she needed to do for the day.
Bell had dark brown hair just past shoulder length, straight like her mothers, her eyes were a deep shade of blue, and told comparable to the ocean, standing 5'6 she was of average size, 120lbs and her breasts were full, firm and of perfect dimension to her waist, a handful which she knew not the size, because her father never required that she wear a corset, but she hid it well with loose clothes.
On rare occasions when asked to perform sexual favors for her master or the friends of masters; the friends were astonished when she pleased them so well with her physical appearance since her body's beauty always well hidden under her clothes, the beauty in her face and eyes attracted them initially to choose her over the other slaves yet it was astonishing to see their full reaction when she'd submit to their desires.
Two days ago Bell was sold, she had spent the time since knowing only that the man who bought her took her under a debt of her masters.
Darning and mending was what she had kept herself occupied since arrival.
Her skin was pale yet coffee toned for her mother was African and her father British. They met through her fathers trading, for he was an inland trader who moved tribe to tribe gathering things to send to the coast. When Bella was young her mother had died, leaving her to her gambling father who swindled the family savings, and lost all possessions. When Bell (as she was called through friends) was at the age of 19, her ather had lost one too many hands in gambling.
On a warm humid day Bell had been walking home from the market when from behind her she was grabbed.
Her father had refused to pay a debt and so she was taken.
Bell had been a slave for over a year and had seen many things with the three masters she had, and she had done things not to be proud of; however, in doing as she was told, she had yet to encounter any major form of violence against her, Dreaming with hope, she had it in her mind that one day her father would pay the debt and return rescue her.
Bell did what she was instructed to do, but had yet to fully submit without reservation, she wanted to stay alive, unlike some she had witnessed getting beaten to death, so she did as she was told but always put a little fight into it - which seemed to entice the masters more so but kept her alive - and living was all she needed to do for the day.
Bell had dark brown hair just past shoulder length, straight like her mothers, her eyes were a deep shade of blue, and told comparable to the ocean, standing 5'6 she was of average size, 120lbs and her breasts were full, firm and of perfect dimension to her waist, a handful which she knew not the size, because her father never required that she wear a corset, but she hid it well with loose clothes.
On rare occasions when asked to perform sexual favors for her master or the friends of masters; the friends were astonished when she pleased them so well with her physical appearance since her body's beauty always well hidden under her clothes, the beauty in her face and eyes attracted them initially to choose her over the other slaves yet it was astonishing to see their full reaction when she'd submit to their desires.
Two days ago Bell was sold, she had spent the time since knowing only that the man who bought her took her under a debt of her masters.
Darning and mending was what she had kept herself occupied since arrival.
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BS* Welcome to Sir Roger's household Bella. *wicked twinkle in his eyes as he 'inspects' his newest aquisition.
BS* Welcome to Sir Roger's household Bella. *wicked twinkle in his eyes as he 'inspects' his newest aquisition.
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*OCC: winks - ty for the welcome. * 
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Rubbing hands together like the old mad scientists and villians, "Muwhahahahahahaaaa!"
Rubbing hands together like the old mad scientists and villians, "Muwhahahahahahaaaa!"
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I took up the position I had been told to, lying across the desk holding the far end with my legs spread. I had to strech my arms to reach the end of Sir Roger's long desk, and my breast were pulled up as they pressed into the cold wood.
My heart was racing as I listened to my uncles words. My face felt hot and prickly and I was trembling still. I felt him standing behind me, where I was completely exposed and vulnerable. Then I felt his hands on me, rough, slightly calloused, powerful. The sensation set my tummy doing somersaults and caused me to lightly gasp and involuntarily incline my head and close my eyes.
It was clear that Sir Roger enjoyed this punishment and that its nature was more than mere chastizment. The air of unexpected possibilities hung heavy and dizzying around me, and my nipples hardened against the cold wood.
I took up the position I had been told to, lying across the desk holding the far end with my legs spread. I had to strech my arms to reach the end of Sir Roger's long desk, and my breast were pulled up as they pressed into the cold wood.
My heart was racing as I listened to my uncles words. My face felt hot and prickly and I was trembling still. I felt him standing behind me, where I was completely exposed and vulnerable. Then I felt his hands on me, rough, slightly calloused, powerful. The sensation set my tummy doing somersaults and caused me to lightly gasp and involuntarily incline my head and close my eyes.
It was clear that Sir Roger enjoyed this punishment and that its nature was more than mere chastizment. The air of unexpected possibilities hung heavy and dizzying around me, and my nipples hardened against the cold wood.
The shock hit me hard, I hadn't known that Achmed was in the room. I hadn't expected that my uncle would expose me, an Englishwoman of good family, to a servant. The shame rippled through me and deepened as he walked around in front of me. I could smell him, and my uncle was instructing him to hold me down if need be! I buried my face in the desk and tried to hide from the humiliation.
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Sir Roger:
"Tell me Elizabeth, and if I ever catch you in a lie you won't believe how you'll be punished for it, how many men have been between the down covered open lips I'm looking at right now," he asks as he continues to stroke and caress her cheeks.
His eyes watched her pussy to see if wetness, sign of arousal, would appear as he rubbed and stroked her ass and its parted cleft, as she had to humiliate herself with the admissions he was going to wring from her before her punishment commenced.
"Tell me Elizabeth, and if I ever catch you in a lie you won't believe how you'll be punished for it, how many men have been between the down covered open lips I'm looking at right now," he asks as he continues to stroke and caress her cheeks.
His eyes watched her pussy to see if wetness, sign of arousal, would appear as he rubbed and stroked her ass and its parted cleft, as she had to humiliate herself with the admissions he was going to wring from her before her punishment commenced.
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Sir Roger mercilessly massaged me and drew forth unwelcome feelings of arousal within me, I felt myself moistening below. Knowing that it would be visible to Sir Roger somehow only intensified the feeling...
"N.. nine, uncle Roger." I stammered
"N.. nine, uncle Roger." I stammered
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Achmed
Achmed heard Elizabeth's answer to Sir Roger's pointed question of how many men she had slept with. "N.. nine, uncle Roger." She stammered. By all that is holy, nine! The girl is indeed a slut. She how she reacts to Sir Roger's gifted hands. Achmed had the feeling that Sir Roger would be the tenth as he watched Sir Rodger stroke his manhood. Indeed the tenth!
Achmed heard Elizabeth's answer to Sir Roger's pointed question of how many men she had slept with. "N.. nine, uncle Roger." She stammered. By all that is holy, nine! The girl is indeed a slut. She how she reacts to Sir Roger's gifted hands. Achmed had the feeling that Sir Roger would be the tenth as he watched Sir Rodger stroke his manhood. Indeed the tenth!
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Bella
Bored with sitting around the room she was in, Bella found herself needing to walk.
Walking out of her room she chose to walk down the narrow corridors that ran throughout the house.
In many of the rooms the doors were open and Bell was able to see the lifestyle of the master of the house. Rooms on rooms, they all had many books and study like areas.
As she walked down the one hall she passed a door that was closed. She could hear voices in the distance; knowing she shouldn't be so nosey, and that she'd definitely get beat for doing so she still found it in herself to need to look.
Glancing through the keyhole she was in disbelief of what she saw. There was a man standing over a beautiful young lady spread across the desk - bare as the day she was birthed. The slave that she met when arriving was standing in front of her. She couldn't hear what was going on but could see slightly what was happening. Was this her master in there? She had yet to meet him. Knowing she should leave, she felt the anxiousness of excitement to find out what would transpire.
Bored with sitting around the room she was in, Bella found herself needing to walk.
Walking out of her room she chose to walk down the narrow corridors that ran throughout the house.
In many of the rooms the doors were open and Bell was able to see the lifestyle of the master of the house. Rooms on rooms, they all had many books and study like areas.
As she walked down the one hall she passed a door that was closed. She could hear voices in the distance; knowing she shouldn't be so nosey, and that she'd definitely get beat for doing so she still found it in herself to need to look.
Glancing through the keyhole she was in disbelief of what she saw. There was a man standing over a beautiful young lady spread across the desk - bare as the day she was birthed. The slave that she met when arriving was standing in front of her. She couldn't hear what was going on but could see slightly what was happening. Was this her master in there? She had yet to meet him. Knowing she should leave, she felt the anxiousness of excitement to find out what would transpire.
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Sir Roger:
"Nine?!?", he says shocked by the number, that shock clear in his voice. "By God only a wanton, cock hungry slut would have that many lovers by your tender years Elizabeth."
"It seems my late brother was remiss in teaching you proper discipline, something I'd not expect from him.
"Now, however, you're in my household and will learn true discipline, and more.
"For the next nine days, one for each prick that's been inside of you Elizabeth, you will present yourself for punishment at exactly 7PM, one hour after dinner is over.
"You will be punished as befits your past behavior and then you will be soundly fucked, in one way or another. Fucked as befits the wanton and cock hungry slut you've admitted to being.
"Is that very clear to you young woman? Oh, and do remember punctuality and absolute truth is paramount always."
As he's been speaking Sir Roger's hand has continued to stroke and caress her ass cheeks, he's also begun to squeeze and knead the tightly muscled mounds. Occassionally, as though accidently, a fingertip or two has strayed a bit lower to rub on one pussy lip or the other or to delve between them to touch and tease the opening nine others have already opened and plundered to test her wetness.
"Now, Elizabeth tell me, have you ever suckled on a man's prick? Have you ever made him shoot his seed that way and drank of it?
"If so, how many times Elizabeth?"
"Nine?!?", he says shocked by the number, that shock clear in his voice. "By God only a wanton, cock hungry slut would have that many lovers by your tender years Elizabeth."
"It seems my late brother was remiss in teaching you proper discipline, something I'd not expect from him.
"Now, however, you're in my household and will learn true discipline, and more.
"For the next nine days, one for each prick that's been inside of you Elizabeth, you will present yourself for punishment at exactly 7PM, one hour after dinner is over.
"You will be punished as befits your past behavior and then you will be soundly fucked, in one way or another. Fucked as befits the wanton and cock hungry slut you've admitted to being.
"Is that very clear to you young woman? Oh, and do remember punctuality and absolute truth is paramount always."
As he's been speaking Sir Roger's hand has continued to stroke and caress her ass cheeks, he's also begun to squeeze and knead the tightly muscled mounds. Occassionally, as though accidently, a fingertip or two has strayed a bit lower to rub on one pussy lip or the other or to delve between them to touch and tease the opening nine others have already opened and plundered to test her wetness.
"Now, Elizabeth tell me, have you ever suckled on a man's prick? Have you ever made him shoot his seed that way and drank of it?
"If so, how many times Elizabeth?"
