EXTRACT FOR
Officer Training
(Crimson Rose)

Forms read and signed, Mistress Veronica pulled into the packed parking lot of the Domination Farm, went right and pulled into a space reserved for Farm personnel. "Alright, ladies, time for another lesson in submission. Two lessons actually. First, when we get out of the van everyone except Officer Lawton will assume the kneeling position. That means kneeling with head bowed slightly and arms behind your back, hands on elbows or as close as you can manage. Officer Lawton, for breaking the rules you'll assume what is known as the wall position. For now the side of the van will act as the wall. You will place your hands on the van shoulder height and then back up until nearly bent at the waist with legs spread shoulder width apart, back arched and face forward. You may all get out now."

Once out of the van the five officers assumed their positions. Cane in hand, Mistress Veronica stood behind and to the left of Officer Roxanne Lawton. "Time for lesson number three. Discipline. It's going to happen and the sooner you accept that the better off you'll be. All of this was in the paperwork you all just read and signed but I'll go over it one more time. I'm going to give you ten swats of the cane. After every swat you'll count and then say: Thank you Mistress for teaching me this lesson. If you break position, miss count, forget to give thanks or say anything other than the count and thanks I'll add five more swats per infraction. And we'll keep going until you get them all right. Do you understand the rules as I've explained them?"

"Y-Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now, I don't want to ruin your panties so pull them down to your knees and then resume the position."

"Yes Mistress."

Swoosh. THWACK! 

"Aahhgghhh! Son of a fucking bitch that hurt!" Roxanne yelped as she lurched forward, pressing herself against the van.

"Did you think it was going to tickle? That's five additional swats for saying something other than the count and thanks, five more for forgetting the count and thanks and another five more for breaking position. That brings you to twenty-five. Get back in position or I'll make it thirty. Or if you like you may accept an alternate discipline in the form of one body modification of my choice. What'll it be, Officer?"

"I'll take the body modification, Mistress."

"After one swat? Wow, you have a really low tolerance for pain. I'll remember that. Alright, you may kneel next to your coworkers for the final part of your uniform."

"Yes Mistress."

Going to the back of the van, Mistress Veronica opened the doors and then a fancy, flat wooden box with a triskelion burned into the top. Inside, pressed into their own felt-lined depressions were the metal bands the Domination farm invented and perfected. Sleek with powerful magnetic clasp requiring more than five hundred pounds of pressure or a special tool to open, each collar contained a shock element capable of instantly downing even the toughest of men. The normal color was black, but they came in a variety of colors from light blue worn by farm submissives and slaves and green worn by those working for DFTV ??" the Domination Farm's own television station, to purple worn by switches and orange worn by employees of the resort's sex toy department, DF Productions. The dark blue ones Mistress Veronica plucked from the case were worn only by officers in training.