Message-ID: <16943eli$9811061453@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16943.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twenty-two Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <362a0b76.2625285@news.telepac.pt> Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twenty-two by Ms. Christine - http://www.mschristine.com JACK WOKE UP to the realisation that it was not all a dream. He had again been assigned to the closet, and the only difference this morning was that instead of packing tape encasing his prick, he had to endure the sharp reminder of the spikes. He peeked out through the slats and realised that Lisa was still asleep. Then he did the unforgivable, he unlaced the leather sheath and very gingerly removed the offending article. He glanced out again nervously. Still asleep. He tried to convince himself that his penis needed rubbing because it was sore, but the truth was that he was so frustrated, he needed the relief. He became fully erect within seconds of touching himself, and made the fatal mistake of closing his eyes while he took his pleasure. The wardrobe door was suddenly flung open, and Lisa towered above him, looking like a thundercloud. Then came the recriminations. "What do you think you are doing? Did I give you permission to remove the spikes? You really are a filthy animal! Obviously you learned nothing yesterday. You will pay for this!" Jack froze in mid stroke. "Get out of there this minute." He crawled out into the bedroom, dreading what was going to happen next. Lisa marched over to the corner of the room, where she kept her riding crop, picked it up, turned and walked back towards him looking extremely menacing. "How dare you!" she said grabbing him by the collar and yanking him into a more suitable position for her intended punishment. It was obvious that she was extremely annoyed with him. Without any hesitation, and still holding him by the collar, she let fly with the crop full square across his exposed buttocks. And again, and again. Jack yelped in pain and tried to apologise but she would hear none of it. She administered twenty strokes and then told him to go and kneel in the corner until she was ready for him. She threw the leather sheath after him. "And put that back on instantly. If you do not do it up properly I will have to do it for you." The threat was unmistakeable, so Jack did as he had been told, although it was not easy, as he was not flaccid this time and his backside hurt like hell. One of the servants brought Lisa's breakfast this morning, and when she had finished, she walked over to his corner, checked the sheath and then told him he could have what she had left on her tray. As he was munching his way through her left over toast, she informed him to make the most of it, as it would be the last time for some hours he would be treated like a human being. "Today you are going to be Rover, my new puppy" she announced, flourishing a lead. Jack was finding it extremely difficult to keep up with Lisa. She set a brisk pace down the stairs and into the morning room. The fact that he was on all fours was the crux of the problem, and every time he lagged behind she yanked on his lead and said "Heel, boy!" Alice was already lounging comfortably in one of the large armchairs near the french window. "Good morning Alice, what do you think of my new puppy? Cute isn't he?" Lisa said by way of greeting. "Oh yes! Madam. Indeed, a most handsome animal, but he doesn't seem to have a tail!" Jack did not like the turn of this conversation. Alice was being her usual helpful self, he thought. "You are quite right" said Lisa, "we must rectify that immediately." The two women burst out laughing at the pun, but Jack didn't get the joke. "Rectify" Alice said, "oh that's a good one. I have just the thing in my room, I'll go and fetch it." Lisa jerked the lead and Jack followed, as she settled herself at a large desk near the window. ..........Christine & David Stevenson........... Authors of domestic and real life Fem Dom Books. English couple - Published privately since 1986. http://www.mschristine.com/books.html Email enquiries to:- books@Ms-Christine.com Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. 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