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Penny's Progress
(Miranda Birch)

Tom's behind was still sore from the caning Miss Penny had given him yesterday. Why did she have to cane so hard? he wondered. Why did she have to cane him at all? It was not as if he deserved it; not as if he had done anything wrong. She admitted that herself. She told him, with one of those infuriating little smirks of hers, that he got it because he had to `pay to play'. And so indeed he had got it, good and hard: six strokes laid on with full force before he gave her the penetration she had ordered. In the event, that six then turned into twelve because he had been unable to hold his position. As if that were not enough, Tom had then got an extra thrashing afterwards. Why? Because he had got so excited he had not been able to hold on long enough. Not long enough for Miss Penny's liking, at any rate. To add insult to injury, be was made to take care of that little problem by kneeling between her outspread thighs and bringing her off with his tongue. The taste of his own spunk revolted him, but he worked hard at his task with his tongue, a tongue very well-trained by Mistress Parker. Fear of the cane kept him focused on being as servile as possible, and doing exactly what the strict young bitch wanted. But obsequiousness and humility didn't always save him. It had not yesterday. Those eighteen cruel red stripes still burned across his rump. 



And now here he was waiting on his owner proper, Mistress Debbie Parker, the woman who owned both Penny and himself. She lay sprawled at her ease in the big tub, eyes closed, luxuriating in her bubble bath. Tom's duties included attending to Mistress in the bath, so now he knelt in the bathroom beside the tub, silent, attentive, waiting for his next order. As usual, a heavy steel ring was locked around his cock, just below the head, effectively preventing -- painfully preventing -- erection. 



At last, she opened her eyes, yawned, and extended one arm. This was the signal for Tom to help her up. He stood, and she rose, supported by Tom's strong arms. He wrapped the big fluffy towel around her magnificent body and continued to support her as she stepped out of the bath. He dried her carefully, then powdered and perfumed her. All the while she stood regally naked, for all the world like some well-to-do Roman matron being attended by one of her slaves. And that's what I am, at any rate, thought Tom bitterly: one of her slaves, just like Penny. But if Penny -- slave Penny -- can cane me, then what am I? I am the lowest slave of the lot! But there was nothing he could do. He was a prisoner on Mistress Lucy's Estate, and Mistress Lucy had given him to Mistress Parker. And that was that. S Mistress Parker too. But that little bitch had such an easy life, compared to him! to brood. It might show on his face. And that was dangerous. That could -- no, w caning. 



Tom escorted his Mistress into her dressing room, where he dressed her. As usual delicate lingerie (hand-washed by Tom), and a light summer dress. Tom was an o undressing his owner by now, and rarely got his face slapped for clumsiness. It ha had laddered a pair of stockings either -- which was just as well, since that was a then, so many things were caning offences! And he never seemed to get any more pain caused by the cruel rod. 



"I shall be out for several hours for lunch," Mistress Debbie announced, "and afte have my nap. Go and see if Miss Penny requires anything of you. You may give 



She reached between her cleavage, took off her necklace and handed the delicate chain was a key. It was the key to Tom's chastity restrainer. 



"If she doesn't, you may take a rest in your corner and wait to be rung for." 



"Yes, Mistress," said Tom humbly, bowed with equal humility, and scurried off.