Chapter 1: Caught and Cornered

 

She stared at him in disbelief with her back against the cold concrete corner of his basement walls. Don was sitting in a chair about six feet away, but the steel collar around her throat and chain that held it to the wall kept him out of her reach. She was angry, having just cursed him six ways to Sunday, but it was false bravado. Mandy knew she was in deep shit this time, no one even knows I'm here! He looked at her, an air of amusement on his face, her damp cheeks telling him her anger was nothing compared to her fear. It was time to let her know how deep of a hole she was in and how she was now at his mercy.

"Are you done cursing me? Or should I leave you alone for a while longer to think about being more polite to the man who chained you to the wall?" Don asked the cringing girl.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" she cried out, her voice starting to crack from stress.

"Crude and rude, just like the bitch who bore you. One last chance, you want to lob any more 'f' bombs?"

"Please Don, tell why are you doing this?" she asked, her manner a bit more palatable this time.

"Because you came here with the intention of picking up where someone you know left off, and I am not that stupid," he replied, sounding annoyed.

"That's not true! I was only hoping for a place to stay until I could get a job and a place of my own," she answered.

"I bet you don't even realize how much you sound like her. I would suggest you stop trying to argue your way out of this, it will only make things worse for you."

"Please believe me, it's true!"

"You have lied so much that I doubt you know the difference between a lie and the truth. And again, I will not argue with you and if you keep it up then I will be forced to tan your backside."

That scared her and she meekly asked, "What do you want from me Don?"

"That's a little better, but first off you will refer to me as sir. Can you do that Mandy?"

"Yes sir," she replied, but he could see the hatred in her eyes.

"That's a good girl, you just learned rule one. You will be obedient to me at all times. If you learn to do that then I will eventually let you back upstairs, where you will serve as my slave."

"Oh God no!" she blurted out, trying to push herself deeper into the corner.

"Oh yes Mandy, you have no options at this point," he replied smugly.

In a last ditch effort to escape she said, "I promise if you let me go that I will leave and never tell anyone what happened."

"Not happening."

"I told my mother I was coming here, if I disappear she will come looking for me," she replied, one more lie in a desperate attempt to get free of this mess.

"No you did not, she called me the day before you arrived. She told me you were thrown out and then you just disappeared. I told her I would let her know if you showed up here. Any more lies for me Mandy?"

She burst into tears; her hopes for any escape cruelly dashed and her dreams for a better future on her own fading fast. She was in the hands of a madman and she could see no way out of it. Her tears had no visible effect on him; he just stared at her silently waiting for her to end this latest attempt to earn his sympathy.

"Would you like me to give you a real reason to cry girl?" he asked, his tone becoming stern and severe.

"No...I'll be good sir," she replied. She was at a loss for what to do next. In her limited experience lies and tears were her main arsenal. She had just started having sex with her boyfriend a few weeks ago, but only after he pestered her for months, so she had no clue how to seduce a man. And given Don was twice her age, that prospect was less than appealing, even though he was a good-looking man.

"You will have to prove that to me before I remove that collar and chain. For now this is your new home. Do you see that bucket and the small floor drain by your bed?"

Looking at the dented old metal bucket, she said, "Yes sir."

"That is where you will shit and pee for now, bathroom privileges have to be earned. Are you hungry?"

Feeling utterly dejected she said, "Yes sir."

"Food needs to be earned, so what do you have to offer for your meal?"

Unsure what he wanted she answered, "What do you want sir?"

"Stand up and face the corner," he said.

She did as he said, having to adjust the heavy metal collar around her throat to assume the position. She was standing on the thin mat, shaking slightly from the fear that coursed through her. She was still wearing the sweat pants and long sleeve nightshirt she went to bed in last night. Her feet were bare, and under her pants and shirt were only a pair of flimsy panties, she rarely wore bras with her nearly flat chest, and never to bed at night.

"Put your hands on the wall and bend over," he said, standing up as he said it.

As she did what he asked she heard him approaching and she tensed up, afraid of what he was going to do to her. He stopped just behind her and grabbed her ass, making her twist away and cringe into the corner again. He simply smiled at her fear filled eyes, more tears pouring from the corners of them. She was terrified; sure he was about to do something awful to her. His reaction was not what she was expecting.

He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face the corner again, using one hand against her back to hold her there. Considering she was less than half his size he easily held her in place. She tried to fight back when he tugged on the waist of her pants, pulling them down just enough to expose her buttocks. When her hands tried to pull them up, he grabbed one wrist and twisted it behind her back, ending the fight and leaving her in an even more perilous position.

"You have earned your first spanking girl, fight me anymore and you get it and no food. Accept it and you will be allowed to eat, which will it be?"

She wanted to fight back, but knew it was useless, so she said, "I will be good sir."

He released his grip and said, "Now get back in position, thrust that ass out so you I can properly beat those firm cheeks of yours."

"Please sir, I will be good, please don't spank me!" she cried.

"You are going to be spanked girl, now if you cooperate it will be ten with my hand, if you fight it will be twenty with my belt...your choice."

Faced with that alternative she placed her hands against the wall and bent over, sobbing heavily and clenching her butt cheeks tightly together. He smiled and gave her two hard quick swats, one to each fleshy mound. The first had barely registered when the second came, he did it so quickly, and her wail of pain and despair followed that second blow. Her body quaked from the burning feeling in her rump cheeks and the deep sobs were drenching her face with tears.

Then she felt his hand rubbing her aching rump and found it felt soothing against her heated flesh. He said, "That's a good girl, ready for another set?"

Wanting to get this over as quickly as possible Mandy nodded, but he said, "I can't hear you Mandy?"

"Yes sir...I am ready," she said, her sobs punctuating her true feelings.

THWACK! THWACK! He caught her off guard with two hard blows; both of them lifted her off her feet and made her cry out pitifully. Her ass was on fire now and she danced around where she stood, her crying becoming near hysterical. Again he rubbed her cheeks, this time it made her cringe the way her flesh felt like it was on fire. His hand only enhanced the burning, the comforting caress she felt before not happening this time.

Knowing she was already crumbling, he said, "Brace yourself," and then delivered the final six swats in rapid succession, making her dance wildly. After the last blow landed and he stepped back, she dropped to her knees and curled into a tight ball, crying incessantly.

"I will get you the food you earned, you have five minutes to collect yourself," he said, and she heard him walk away and up the stairs.

She rolled onto her side and winced when the edge of her bruised posterior touched the mat. Trying to stop herself from crying was difficult; this was the worst possible nightmare. He wants to make me his slave! What is that supposed to mean? This isn't fair, what did I do to deserve this?

As her mind raced Mandy reached behind her back and gently touched her throbbing and still exposed buttocks. The pain was awful, but not as bad as it was just a few minutes ago. She wanted to pull up her pants, but was afraid it might make it hurt worse. After some mental wrestling modesty won out and she carefully pulled her panties and pants back up, covering her burning rump.

She just laid there on her side, afraid to move in any direction that might cause her tush to ache anymore. He's fucking crazy and if I am not careful he is going to hurt me worse than this, she thought, gently rubbing her sore butt. She stopped crying, trying to think about what she should do. Her options were limited and she was truly frightened by the prospect of the many things a slave might be expected to do. She had no idea really, but one prospect loomed ominously in her mind and she wondered how she would deal with it.

Mitch has been the only boy I ever let do me and I think his thing was small, what if this guy is bigger? He's going to do it to me; I just know it...won't he? She was confused, since she just started exploring her sexuality only a month ago. She was very insecure about her underdeveloped body and Mitch was a bit of a geek, the kind of guy that most girls in school shunned. Don probably knows a lot of things about sex, and I don't know much at all.

Then she heard footsteps coming down the stairs and she started to sit up, but her rump still hurt. So she got onto her knees to keep her butt off the floor, and was about to stand up when Don walked across the room.

"You look good on your knees, stay that way, you are going to spend a lot of time like that," he said.

"Yes sir," she replied, abandoning her effort to stand.

He placed a plate with a sandwich on it onto the floor beside the mat and with it a glass of water. He knew what she liked to eat and this was not even close, but he was going to teach her she had no choices anymore and this would be the start of it. When she looked down at the floor the look of disappointment was clear, but he wondered if she had the balls to show the bratty side he remembered from her childhood.

"You may eat now," he said, waiting for a revolt.

"Thank you sir," she said, slowly reaching down to pick up the sandwich, ham and cheese, two things he knew she never ate.

He was surprised to see her eat the whole sandwich without complaint; perhaps she has learned the first lesson. This may be easier than I thought, as tough as she talks I think she might just be like putty in my hands. He felt confident that she would easily become the obedient little slut he wanted, but he needed to know what he was working with, so he patiently waited for her to eat and drink her water.

When she was done, he asked, "So tell me Mandy, are you a virgin?"

"No sir," she replied. I knew this was coming, oh shit! Is he going to force me to do...things?

"Didn't think so," he replied, then asked, "Can you count how many boys you have diddled so far, or how many times you have done it?"

"One sir, and only four times with him," she replied, not really surprised he thought of her as a slut.

"That I did not expect, but if it is true then you have a chance at least," he replied.

"It is true sir! I am not a slut! I hardly know anything about sex," she shouted at first, but the last statement was a plea to go easier on her. She had resigned herself to doing those things with him; she just hoped he would be gentle with her when he did.

"Relax girl, I will take you at your word on this. And I will not force myself on you, in fact I plan on making you beg me to teach you when you are ready to learn about having sex with a real man."

She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face, not sure what to make of his boast. She thought, why would he think I would want him to have sex with me? I will never ask him to do that to me! Mandy vowed to herself, thinking there was no way she could ever feel an attraction to Don after what he had already done to her.

"I am sure you don't believe that could ever happen, but we shall see. Now I have some preparations to make before we can start your training, so you can just remain where you are until I am done. You may use the facilities at your disposal if needed," he said, gesturing to the bucket and floor drain beside her mat.

She watched him leave her again and the helplessness of her situation started to fill her mind again. Training? What is he going to do with me? How the hell can I escape this place? Her mind was so very conflicted, and she curled back into a tight ball on her mat. She drifted into a troubled sleep, unsure what was coming, but anticipating it was going to be bad. Her instincts were right.