Free The Owned Girl by Dominic Ridler Page B

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        Matthew made her strip naked and bend over the table. She gripped the edges tight, bracing herself.
        'Don't you dare move till this is over,' Matthew said. 'Do you understand?'
        'Yes, sir,' Beth said in a small voice.
        Matthew struck her full across her behind. I heard the cane swish as it came down, then a crack as it landed. Beth let out a yell. Matthew raised the cane again. When it struck, Beth yelled again, and half turned away. Matthew waited patiently for her to get back in position. I wondered how many strokes it would be. Already two lurid red lines were visible across her buttocks. I always found watching her being beaten a strange experience. In a sense I identified with her, felt the blows as they landed on her defenceless backside, enjoyed vicariously the pleasure of the pain. But at the same time it aroused my feelings of dominance. I wanted her to be punished, I wanted her to be forced to obey, and I wanted her to be marked and to see the tears flow. I would never have had the nerve to cane her myself. I'm much too squeamish. But I enjoyed seeing Beth brought to heel. And in truth, I felt that she deserved it, that all too often she was a spoiled brat and that her endless whining deserved a sound thrashing.
        This time Matthew really gave it to her, with the result that her round white bottom was striped with bruises for several days afterwards. He told Charles exactly what had happened, and encouraged him to do exactly as he pleased with her.
        'She needs to be taught a lesson,' he said to Charles. 'She needs to learn that to be owned means just that; you don't have the right to refuse an order. So do as you please with her.'
        Apparently Charles took great pleasure in making her strip in front of the camera and display the bruises on her bottom to him. Then he made her sit facing him with her legs apart. He told her to put her finger in her cunt, and then to put it in her mouth. Beth made a face, as if that were somehow disgusting, though I can't see why; she had done more deviant things than that in our presence. Beth went red in the face and indicated her distaste for what was happening, but Charles seemed to take no notice, insisting she follow his instructions to the letter. Afterwards he made a point of telling Matthew that she had been a good girl, 'Thanks to your excellent disciplinary methods!'
        However, I was not altogether surprised that a few days later Charles had occasion to make a further complaint about Beth. He had wanted to take things a little further. Having got her naked in front of her webcam, he told her to fetch her hairbrush. When she was seated facing the camera once again, he instructed her to insert the handle of the hairbrush in her cunt. Beth protested.
        'I'm just not comfortable doing that,' she said.
        'All the more reason to do it,' Charles said.
        'It just feels dirty.'
        'Aren't you a dirty little girl?'
        'Anyway, it's big. It might hurt.'
        'Nonsense,' said Charles. 'A cunt is very elastic. Just do as you are told.'
        But Beth continued to refuse. Charles told her that he had no option but to report this to Matthew.
        'I don't care,' Beth said.
        Charles informed Matthew that Beth had not only refused an order, but was disrespectful. Matthew said that he would punish her severely, and that this time Charles should watch. Accordingly, when Beth was summoned for her punishment a webcam had been set up to transmit the proceedings. When Beth saw this she began to whine, something about an intrusion into her privacy.
        Matthew laughed. 'You are an owned girl,' he said. 'You have no privacy. You have given away all your rights in that respect.'
        Matthew bent her over the arm of the sofa, lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers. I could see that the marks made by the last punishment had not completely faded. Matthew made sure the