Quota

September 9, 2007 – 10:00 am

I awoke that morning with a deep sense of apprehension. Even without
her explicitly saying so, I knew that Sasha, my escort, was unhappy with
me. She would make my day miserable, I was certain, and on that score I
was not disappointed.
   
Before breakfast even, she had found fault with me half a dozen times.
By the time I was given my scraps in the kitchen my buttocks were
already stinging from strokes of her lash. I knew that in her mood there
was nothing I could do to molify her, so I proceeded as best I could,
obeying her instantly and eagerly.
   
After breakfast she took me on a run through the gardens. This was
ostensibly for exercise, of course, but she was so generous with her
strap that she was the one sweating when we finished. She had me bath
her, a task I normally enjoy as she is quite attractive, but today I was
too nervous.
   
As I soaped her naked body my cock was incredibly hard. She was very
pretty and I hadn’t been given any relief the previous night, just
suffered, bound and gagged at our mistress’ bedside. I was careful to
keep the tip of my cock well away from her naked flesh, but just the
thought of brushing it against her bottom made me frantic.
   
When I had finished washing her she gave me a quick bath, soaping and
rinsing me as I stood in the tub. Her hands were so fast I barely felt
her touching my cock, and when she had me turn and bend over so she
could wash me from behind I felt I would burst at any moment. As soon as
she had roughly dried me she picked up her leather strap and walloped me
hard a dozen times without giving me a reason. I meekly followed her
back to the house.
   
The day was spent in the kitchen, much to my dismay. I dislike kitchen
duty more than any other. There was to be a banquet in the evening and
there was much to be done. The cooks were preparing huge kettles of
soups and roasting several lambs and dozens of chickens, and it was up
to Sasha and I to handle any of the tasks they found distasteful or
menial.
   
Thus I found myself plucking feathers from chickens, Sasha nearby
glaring at me and occasionally urging me to hurry by licking me with the
strap. She herself did very little, except when the cooks were around to
watch her. When we had to fetch water from the well she had me rushing
to make countless trips while she carried the heavy buckets the last few
steps into the kitchen and received nods of praise from the cooks.
   
By noon I was exhausted, both from working double duty and from  the
countless smacks of Sasha’s leather strap. True to her duty she made sure
my cock was always erect and ready, but of course I was never permitted
any satisfaction. My misery was increasing to such an extent that even
her whippings failed to quell my desire. I only knew I was becomming
desperate. Watching Sasha walking around the kitchen, naked except for
her tall leather boots that came up almost to her knees, didn’t help my
situation.
   
The worst was that Sasha knew she was pretty and took advantage of that
fact to torment me further. She would unexpectedly brush against me, or
casually sit with her legs wide apart so I couldn’t help but see her
naked sex, so close but so forbidden.
   
At one point she so distracted me that I dropped a dish and one of the
cooks angrily beat me with a wooden paddle, urging me to be more
careful. Sasha stood nearby and looked innocent, winking at me with her
wide eyes and casually kneeling and caressing my cock as she told the
cook to punish me harder. I was weeping helplessly when it was over. But
then the cook took a large carrot with a leafy stalk and thrust it deep
into my buttocks.
   
“Keep that in place,” he ordered, “or you’ll really be asking for
punishment.” So in misery I crept back to my duties and tried to ignore
Sasha’s smart comments about how pretty I looked with a green stalk
sticking out between my legs.
   
“It’s almost as though you have two cocks,” she said with a giggle.
“One green and large behind and one tiny and red in front!”
   
Because of the feast that evening there was no lunch so there was no
respite to my misery. As the day wore on Sasha seemed to become more and
more bored with her duties, pushing more of it upon me. I hoped the
cooks would notice it and report it to the mistress but they were too
busy. Sasha seemed determined to take out her frustrations upon me, and
several times she warned that I was in for dire punishments as soon as
we were finished with our duties. This terrified me. So though I was
tired I didn’t want our work to end. What terrible cruelties did Sasha
have in mind for me?
   
Our duties were finally over early in the evening, and I had the
unwelcome opportunity to find out. We weren’t permitted to go to the
banquet, of course, so our time was our own until the master or mistress
called for us at bedtime.
    First Sasha and I took another bath. The cool water felt delicious
against my punished skin, and again I was aroused as I washed Sasha’s
body. I was finally permitted to remove the carrot from my anus, but she
made me eat it, which was a miserable task, but I was hungry and I
didn’t want it put back.
   
After the bath she took my cock in her left hand and proceeded to whip
my thighs until I could barely stand still. This gave her an idea, it
seemed, so she had me run in place as she whipped me, enjoying the sight
of my body as I jogged. When this was finished she put her face close to
mine and ordered me to crawl on my hands and knees to her room, where
she could “really” punish me.
   
In misery I crawled before her, the stone floor of the courtyard hard
on my knees, her belt never idle. “Keep your head lower,” she shouted.
“Arch your back, let me see those buttocks in the air!” I couldn’t move
fast enough for her, and she whipped me constantly.
   
By the time we were in her room I was completely exhausted. I felt I
couldn’t endure any more. “Flat on your back,” she ordered, and I
obeyed, though the stone floor was like ice against my burning bottom.
   
“Lift up your legs and grab them with your hands and pull them to your
chest,” she commanded, and I obeyed the best I could. She made me spread
my legs wider, which meant I could pull them closer to my chest and also
that my cock and scrotum were more visible. My buttocks felt split and I
knew my anus was painfully vulnerable. I felt horribly exposed and
humiliated. My face was flushed and I knew that there was nothing I
wouldn’t do for this pretty little dark-hair beauty that knew how to
torment me so well.
   
As I lay in this undignified position she knelt beside me and licked my
face. “Do you like this?” she asked. “Isn’t this the proper position for
a naughty slave like yourself?”
   
I moaned in misery but she just giggled and leaned so close I felt her
nipple touch my shoulder. “Look at your cock,” she whispered. “It knows
what you like. Look at it grow.” I watched in astonishment as my cock
grew larger even as she spoke. I had never seen it so enlarged. It
swelled to such proportions it was almost frightening, but I was past
caring. All I could do was whimper and wiggle it in the air and hope
that she would have mercy upon me.
   
But this was Sasha, not an angel, and she didn’t know the meaning of the
word mercy. Her hand reached out and touched my cock and I saw a tiny
droplet of moisture ooze out the tip. “Naughty, naughty,” she hissed at
me, her eyes bright with excitement. My heart beat wildly as I watched
her pick up her leather belt. She smacked the back of my legs again and
again. The blows were hard and fast and stung without remorse. I wanted
to scream.
   
“There now,” she said when she had finished, “we must keep your passion
in check, boy!” As she said this she caressed my cock lightly, teasing
me, daring me to defy her again. I desperately tried to think unsexy
thoughts, to think of the punishment I would surely receive if I
disobeyed her. Somehow my cock obeyed.
   
Almost disappointed, she resorted to other tricks. I saw her game now.
She meant to make me come and then punish me severely for it. This
frightened me greatly, because I could think of nothing I wanted more
than to come, right there.
   
Her first trick was to stand before me and show me her body. This was
tempting, to be sure. She stood and caressed her breasts, squeezing them
in her palms and showing me the stiff nipples. Next she ran her hands
over her body, along her waist and hips and down to her sex. There she
spread her legs and I could see the moisture that extruded there she was
so aroused. “Don’t you want to lick me?” she whispered.
   
She turned slowly away from me then, her hands going back and resting
on her buttocks. She patted her bottom and rubbed the cheeks against her
palms. Standing stiff she bent way over taking care not to bend her
knees. She grinned at me from between her legs and slowly began to
spread her legs wide. Soon I could see her sex between her legs and I
felt my cock ache.
   
When her legs were wide enough apart she began to wiggle towards me,
taking tiny baby steps backward, so that soon she stood over me, my body
between her spread legs. Staring straight up into her sex, its narrow
mouth open and craving my cock. I began to cry. This was too much. It
was irresistable.
  
She began to lower herself, now, the mouth coming closer and closer to
my face. I desperately gripped my legs closer to my chest and thrust my
buttocks even higher into the air. My body was shuddering with
anticipation. Suddenly I felt a drop of moisture splatter on my face and
I saw with astonishment that she was dripping on me!
   
She paused just inches from my face, her body in a painful squat, and
then she began to wiggle her bottom. Her body arched with tiny pelvic
thrusts that drove me into a frenzy. It was all I could do to not let go
of my legs and wrap myself around her and take her. But the punishment
for a slave’s satisfaction is unendurable. At least I had heard that it
was. At the moment it seemed a minor consideration.
   
Suddenly Sasha stood and turned and knelt beside me. She leaned over my
head so that her outstretched tongue was licking towards my cock. It
bobbed wildly in anticipation but she kept teasing it, never making
contact. Her breasts dangled in my face and I managed to lick her
nipple, which caused her reach around me and pinch my buttocks cruelly.
   
How long these tortures lasted I do not know. It seemed like an
eternity, and at some point my mind lost track of the order of things. I
remember her body toying with me, brushing against me, against my cock,
her tongue licking at my balls. But nothing was ever quite enough to
give me satisfaction. Each time I was aroused to the point of explosion
she would spank me, a long hard spanking that had me weeping and begging
for mercy when she finished.
   
She had a thin wooden paddle in her room, and a couple of times she
made me lay across her lap while she paddled me, making sure my cock
couldn’t brush against her legs. The relief from having to maintain my
sprawled and exposed position was wonderful, but the paddling was quite
harsh. As soon as she had finished I promptly had to return to my
doubled position on my back, my buttocks and sex exposed.
  
Once I remember her squatting below me and placing her cool buttocks
against mine. The sensation was thrilling. She moved up slightly until
she was almost sitting upon my thighs, my balls against her bottom. This
made me weep.
   
Another time she decided to play with my anus, and she amused herself
by placing various objects into me with scarely a glance at my tormented
face. She started small, with twigs or metal spoons, but soon she was
inserting broomsticks and even the wide handle of her wooden paddle.
   
In this way the evening passed. Occasionally in moments of quiet I
could hear the distant sounds of the banquet we weren’t permitted to
attend, but we were not interrupted.
   
At one point it seemed very late and I wondered how much time had
passed. But Sasha was in the process of paddling me across her lap for
yet a third time and I soon forgot all about the time and concentrated
on moaning and showing the proper abasement of a punished slave.
   
After the paddling Sasha seemed especially passionate and I remember
wondering if perhaps at last she’d allow me to satisfy the both of us. I
was in my miserable doubled position again when she sat on my thighs,
this time facing me. My cock was inches from her sex and I could feel
her wetness against my balls. I moaned and wiggled desperately.
   
Then she did it. She leaned forward and took me insider her. The
position was awkward but I didn’t care. With rapid movements she began
to ride me. Almost immediately I felt myself swelling with imminent
orgasm, but suddenly I froze.
   
Standing in the doorway was the Master, and next to him the Mistress.
With a frantic moan I tried to warn Sasha but she had her back to the
door and plunged away. My cock burst as the Master pulled a shocked Sasha
away from me and I sprayed my come everywhere. The relief was immense
but the dread in my heart was unbearable. What would the Master do?
   
A large man, he pushed Sasha against the wall and slapped her face
several times. As soon as the shock wore off she bowed her head and
wept. But the Master was too angry to let this pacify him.
   
“Horrible, disobedient slave!” he hissed. “How could you do such a
thing? You know that slaves may only be given pleasure by their Masters
and Mistresses! How dare you!”
   
Sasha wept and knelt to kiss his feet but he kicked her away. He turned
and looked at me and I saw his eyes go wide as he studied the welts on
my buttocks and thighs. “So you’ve been having a little fun at Will’s
expense?” he said to Sasha. “We shall see how you like your own
medicine!”
   
He snapped his fingers as Sasha crawled to obey. “Assume the same
position,” he ordered, nodding toward me. I watched with delight as Sasha
laid down on her back and awkwardly pulled her legs to her chest. The
Master knelt and spread her legs wider, so wide she was gasping. “Hold
that position.”
   
He took her leather strap, the heavy one I’d learned so much from that
day, and proceeded to whip her bottom and thighs soundly. It was an
excellent whipping. Though most of my whippings came from Mistress
Marcia, I’d received enough from the Master and I knew he did not
believe in mercy.
   
The belt smacked her rump countless times and then proceeded to whip
her thighs for a while, then her buttocks again, then her calves, and
back to her bottom. Sasha was groaning and whimpering, wiggling her body
the best she could to ease the blows, but there was no escape. She could
only weep and hope the Master would cool down.
   
But he was furious. With a sudden movement he lifted her and flung her
across his lap and proceeded to spank her bottom with his hand,
tremendous swats that must have hurt as much as a paddle. Soon he grew
tired of this and picked up the wooden paddle and gave her the hardest
paddling I have ever seen anyone receive. Sasha was sobbing outloud-she
couldn’t help it–and I watched as her shapely bottom danced under the
blows. Her round buttocks and creamy flesh that had so tormented me
moments before was now swollen and fiercely red.
   
Still the Master was not satisfied. He lifted her and placing her on
his knee he began to spank her naked breasts. Sasha’s head was thrown
back and she moaned as he slapped her breasts, the nipples huge and
erect. Sasha’s legs were spread wide and I could see her naked sex
dripping as she bounced on the Master’s knee, her raw buttocks pressed
against his leg.
   
Suddenly I felt a hand touch my cheek and I looked up to see the face
of the Mistress kneeling beside me. She was smiling and her hands were
caressing my body. Her hand went down to my cock and I thought I would
die, but she only wiped a droplet of come off by thigh with her finger
and brought it to my lips and forced me to swallow it. Her expression
did not change the whole time.
   
I wept as I sucked on her finger, the sounds of Sasha’s punishment
echoing frighteningly around the small room. To my immense relief the
Mistress released me from my doubled position and had me stand. I saw
that Sasha was spread facedown on the floor with her buttocks high in the
air. The Master was naked and I saw him plunge his huge cock into her
buttocks without any foreplay and I knew that it must have hurt her
tremendously.
   
But then the Mistress made me turn to her and kiss her breasts.
Mistress Marcia was wearing only a thin nightgown and I realized that
the banquet must have ended hours ago and they were preparing to retire
when they noticed our absence. She slipped off the nightgown now and I
kissed her naked breasts. Kneeling, I licked at her sex. Behind me I
could hear Sasha grunting with pain as she was raped. Somehow this
excited me and I licked Mistress Marcia frantically.
  
 Moaning, the Mistress pushed me away and turned her back to me and I
began to lick and kiss her buttocks. She had wonderful buttocks,
Mistress Marcia, large and round and supple, and I often wondered if
the Master didn’t ocasionally enjoy giving her a good spanking. Just the
thought of having her round bottom under my hand aroused me fiercely,
and I redoubled my efforts at licking her buttocks. I licked into the
crack of her ass, my tongue tickling the tiny hole of her anus. The
Mistress moaned and leaned against the wall, bending over slightly to
make my task easier. I began to lick at her sex from behind, licking the
juices that trickled down her thighs.
   
Behind me I heard the paddle going again and I couldn’t resist a
glance. Sasha was on her back and doubled again, but this time the Master
was holding her feet against the floor with one hand, forcing her
buttocks high into the air. He spanked her upturned bottom with the
paddle and I could hear her sobs despite the terrific noise of the
spanking.
   
But Mistress Marcia sensed my distraction and was annoyed. Taking the
leather belt her husband wasn’t using she whipped my legs several times.
I began to cry I was so sore but she wasn’t impressed.
   
“Turn around and give me your buttocks,” she said crossly, and though
it was impossibly difficult, I obeyed. As she beat me, however, I could
gain satisfaction from watching Sasha being punished.
   
Sasha was quite beautiful, I thought. She was standing now, completely
naked, hands behind her head. The Master was slapping her breasts again,
and as she stood there trembling under the blows I watched her reddened
buttocks quivering delightfully. I had never seen her punished so
thoroughly before, though I knew I had often been so severely
disciplined. It was wonderful to watch her being punished. As I watched
she thrashed slightly and rolled her head to the side. Our eyes met
briefly and I saw her face flush with shame and she looked away. Her
eyes had gone cold and I knew she would blame the entire incident upon
me, but I didn’t care.
   
A sudden sharp pain brought me back to reality and I realized Mistress
Marcia was still whipping me. I had been so mesmorized by Sasha’s
punishment that I had forgotten. The Mistress was angry with me and
ordered me to grab my balls in my hands and spread my legs wider. I
groaned, knowing what was to come, but obeyed. She whipped me between my
legs, the belt slapping against the tender flesh of my crotch. The tip
of the belt stung my hands and it was difficult for me to keep them
there, but I knew they protected my balls from the belt.
   
The whipping stopped and I watched as the Mistress and Master exchanged
weapons. Suddenly I was being paddled, and the stinging blows seemed to
ignite the tender flesh between my legs. The Mistress grasped by cock
with one hand as she paddled me mercilessly with the other, ordering me
to jog in place as she spanked me.
   
But despite everything I could only lust after poor Sasha, now standing,
bent at the waist, as the Master whipped her crotch from behind as the
Mistress had done to me moments earlier. Sasha, however, was not
permitted to protect her sex with her hands, and I saw her staggering
with sensation as the belt smacked against her naked sex. She was
moaning so loudly it was almost a scream.
   
I heard the Mistress and Master exchange some words but I didn’t catch
what they said. But the Master stopped whipping Sasha and brought her
over to me. Making her kneel he ordered her to take my cock in her
mouth. My heart nearly broke when I heard me say that! At last I would
have relief!
   
As Sasha took my cock I stared into her eyes and saw she was humiliated,
but I knew she’d obey. The Master stood behind her and whipped her to
encourage her, and the Mistress gave me the same treatment.
   
I came almost at once I was so desperate, pumping my come into Sasha’s
mouth. She swallowed it immediately and began again at the Master’s
urging, his whip really stinging her. Desperately she sucked at me, but
even as lusty as I was it took me a moment to get ready again. It didn’t
bother me–I wanted to take my time–but Sasha was frantic and I could tell
she was angry that I wasn’t ready immediately.
   
When I had come a second time I expected that to be it, but the Master
insisted on a third time, and Sasha wept in misery as she began yet
again, knowing full well that this time I was almost sated and it would
take longer to revive me. She pressed her breasts against my legs and
ran her tongue around the tip of my cock, her hands caressing my legs.
No question, she was good.
   
But the Mistress still paddled me, not especially hard, but I was so
sore that every blow really hurt. She struck me randomly, catching me
off guard. I couldn’t get into a rythm, and that confused me. I was so
exhausted that I was almost past caring. Nothing Sasha did could revive
me.
   
But then the Master said something to Mistress Marcia and the
paddling stopped. He reached down and lifted Sasha’s legs off the floor
and she wrapped her arms desperately around me to hold herself in place.
She was now stretched out flat in front of me, her mouth still holding
my cock, her hands digging into my buttocks to hold herself up.
   
I could see Sasha’s gorgeous rump in front of me, swollen and scarlet
from punishment, and that aroused me slightly. As she wiggled to suck me
her bottom gyrated and I lusted after her mightily. Then Mistress
Marcia stepped forward and began to spank Sasha with the wooden paddle,
spanking her almost as hard as the Master had earlier.
   
Sasha was so shocked she actually dropped my cock for a moment and she
writhed under the paddling. Crying desperately she took my cock back
into her mouth and began to suck frantically, her body arching and
bouncing under the paddle. Watching Sasha’s face as she was punished was
fantastic. Her dark eyes flashing with fear and passion, her lips spread
on my organ as she clung to me and sucked with every part of her.
   
I was hard at this point, but still far from orgasm. I was just too
exhausted. But Sasha seemed to realize what turned me on and so she
arched her back and thrust her buttocks into the air to receive the
Mistress’s paddling. Though it must have been excruitingly difficult for
her to do, offering herself like that, it filled me with passionate
desire. Watching those round orbs trembling under the blows finally did
it and I came in huge, slow bursts into her mouth, almost choking her
with the volume. Mistress Marcia didn’t let up at all but continued
the punishment until even after I had finished, allowing me to relax and
really enjoy Sasha’s spanking.
   
I don’t remember much after that. I was bound to the wall inside the
Master’s bedroom, my wrists and ankles firmly tied. Mistress Marcia
put a cool ointment on my sore buttocks and thighs which felt like
heaven, and her touch served to arouse me and left me hard and desiring
all night long.
   
Sasha was also cleaned and creamed, but she was doubled and mounted
opposite me on a large wooden stand designed expressly for the purpose.
Her wrists and ankles were bound together over her head and her buttocks
were pierced by a large leather-covered phallus that projected from the
stand. Mistress Marcia had coated Sasha’s sex with honey, and
throughout the night it would drip and tickle, and as it dried it would
tighten and torment her poor sex.
   
Sasha was also gagged, something that disfigured her face and made her
look even more helpless. Her red eyes glared at me over the wide mouth
of her sex as though I was the root of all her troubles.
   
But when the Master entered she looked humble and subservient. The
Master took a leather thong and whipped her breasts for a while before
retiring, stopping only when her breasts were almost as red as her
bottom, and the nipples practially bursting.
   
So we spent the miserable night in the dark, hanging in torment, our
sexes starved for attention, our bodies exhausted. Near us we could hear
the passionate groans of the Master and the Mistress, and that too
tormented us, because we were not a part of it.
   
But despite the ache in my cock and the hot tingling of my thrashed
buttocks and thighs, I was happy. In fact, I was more than happy, I was
ecstatic. This was because the Master had discovered from one of the
cook’s that Sasha had been forcing me to do all her work. As punishment
the Master had decreed that I was promoted to escort, and it would be my
duty to ensure that Sasha behaved properly. Even better, for the next
week she would be required to do all my work in addition to her own, and
the Master was adamant that I should be extra generous with her
punishment if she failed to meet her quota. I was looking forward to it.