Spanked red

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"Oh he's cute!" That was Miss Nicola's assessment of me as she saw me tending to her mother's gardens.

Miss Emily was close to six feet tall. I turned towards her looking up as her brown leather boots came to view, my eyes tracking up to the muscular woman in her blue jeans and khaki shirt. Her face was pretty though obstructed by her big sunglasses and her hair was jet black and kept in a severe bun. In her brown leather gloved hand was a wicked black synthetic switch, the effects of which I was more than familiar with by this point.

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"He is cute," I heard the Miss speak again, this time I may have blushed a little. She herself was majestic,  Medium length wavy blonde hair and voluptuous, her body quite athletic looking. I clean the gym after she is done and I can attest to her working out quite a lot.

"Fancy the brat?" Miss Emily teased her.

"I do," said Miss Nicola, getting my heart to flutter. What did that mean? "Has he been spanked yet?"

I almost turned around at the question!

"Of course, plenty of times!" Miss Emily laughed. "He's been working for us for three weeks and is fairly lazy and mouthy."

"Aww!" Miss Nicola cooed which made me blush even more. "Emily, I'd like to be in charge of his punishments from today."

"What?" I turned around in shock, not realising that I dared to look at her. She looked even more beautiful today in a red tight minidress which showed off her long tanned legs. 

“Impudent brat, who gave you permission to look?"

"Aaahh, I'm sorry Miss!" I raised my hands to...well I guess it was instinctive. The woman terrified me! Her whippings while magnetically cuffed to the beam was excruciating.

"Emily, no," I heard my goddess speak. "I'll deal with him for that."

I turned and planted my head at her feet. "I apologise to my lady! Please discipline me as you see fit, my bottom belongs to you." I begged.

I didn't dare move. Her soft hand caressed my wavy black locks and massaged my scalp. "You'll come to my quarters with six sweethearts. Miss will deal with your naughty behind."

It was unnerving just how playful she was being. "Make sure he's washed and smells nice, Emily." I heard her footsteps go faint as she took her leave. Ten seconds later the familiar swish of the synthetic switch was accompanied by sharp pain across my bottom covered in just the regulation thin white fabric of my pants.

"Ooww!" I squeaked at the lash but waited for her command to get up. "You sly, lucky little bugger. Get up!"

I blinked in surprise at the tone. I looked up at her to see her smiling.

"Umm..what does that mean? Like, does she...expect things?" I asked, realising just how timid I sounded.

"Depends," she chuckled, "Lady Nicola's not the type who is interested in men. Or women for that matter. She's a bit of an enigma." Emily pointed at the weeds. I was still on the clock and I realised my scheduled spanking from the beautiful young Miss would get more intense if I slacked off.

I did notice that Emily wasn't as enthusiastic about striping my backside with the switch as she had been. "It's time brat, not bad," she decided. I did get the hang of the technique by the end.

"Now go take a bath, make sure you use the good stuff on the shelf." She pointed at the slave bathhouse. Miss Rebecca- Nicola's mother and the woman who owned me-had five other slaves, three women and two men.

I quickly made my way over and took a nice long bath using plenty of the expensive lotions after. I was expected to keep myself hairless below my eyebrows and my body was fairly average looking. I suppose my face was quite cute, boyish without my stubble.

"Hurry up," Emily entered the bath house as I was finishing up. By this point I was comfortable around her being naked not to cover up, just finishing rinsing myself. She handed me a plain white t-shirt and grey shorts. "Your clothes from now. Miss Nicola had decided you'd be sleeping in the spare room in her quarters."

I noticed the woman's proud smile. "Yes Ma'am," I quickly put my clothes on and let her lead me to where the Miss lived.

"You take the third side entrance," Emily pointed. The whole mansion resembled a Pentagon, a huge sprawling building with five sides and we stayed at the back. 

"Hey Emily, send him upstairs and have his stuff bought over," Nicola called out from above. I noticed there was a spiral staircase to the side and there was a floor upstairs.

"Go on," Emily ordered as I made my way up. "Do you have the implements you need, Miss Nicola?" Emily questioned just as I reached the top and saw the young Miss, her bottom swaying in her red dress as she leaned down to quickly clean up her messy floor.

"I don't have the strap Frey, might wanna send over the heavy stuff like the cane and the whip and whatever else you have. I planned on my hairbrush and belt for today."

I froze at the casual way she spoke about my impending doom, accidentally alerting the Miss to my presence.

She turned around, her eyes focusing on me. ".. because you're not going to give me trouble. Or are you a naughty boy who needs to be whipped into submission, mmm?"

I blushed and looked down at her feet. She was barefoot. I noticed how her toes curled a little, nervousness perhaps?

"No ma'am, I'm a good boy." It was a second after I said it that I realised the way I phrased it.

Miss Nicola giggled, her eyes had a twinkle that I missed the first time. "Are good boys allowed to look at their Misses, hmm?"

"No Ma'am, that was...naughty of me," I said, trying not to smile.

"Yes indeed. And naughty little boys need their bare bottoms to be glowing and red so as to remind themselves to be good from now on, don't they? Regular lessons over a firm lap."

I looked up to see she had taken a seat leaving her smooth thighs bared. A quick pat of her legs instructed my fate. "Come bend over, bad boy," she ordered.

I dutifully obliged, walking up to her and bending over her knee. Her slender fingers immediately bothered me as I heard Emily's footsteps.

Crack!

"Yeoww!" I cried at the shock of her powerful smack. Was it just her hand that caused so much pain?

"I see you have a spanking glove," said Emily.

"Oh it's a new model and I wanted to test it out," Nicola responded casually as she began to spank me at full force. It was much more different, more intimate than the whippings I got. Emily never took me over her knee. With Nicola, her spanking was leaving me feeling as if I was back to being an errant child over a matron's knee while she smacked me tender.

Only instead of my old wizened miss Healey, it was a hot sexy young lady spanking me. I twisted and turned on her lap to no avail. The cracks continued to rain down upon my poor posterior.

Her middle finger now grazed across my crack as she toyed with me, making me gasp as she slid against my rear hole.

Lady Emily let out a chuckle. "We do have some specialised toys that he is not familiar with, judging by his tightness...if you wish,"

I heard Nicola giggle. "That sounds quite interesting. Jen never let me have a go with Alan in that manner." She leaned to give my cheek a kiss and made me gasp as she bit my earlobe. "What do you say honey? Are you ready to take some 'special punishment' from me instead of the belt?"

"Mmm. Whatever pleases Miss," I gasp.

"Go get them for me Emily... though please take your time. I want to get to know my new slave," my Miss spoke followed by a renewed assault on my poor rear.

I was bawling like a baby by the time she finished. The athletic princess had me turned into a toddler with just her palm! It made me nervous when she wielded the heavy implements but for now, she was content with my graceless reaction to her chastisement.

She scooped me up with surprising strength and carried me to the bed. "Tell me Ches, how did you like your little scolding?" She asked as she cradled me into her bosom. Nicola slid her top off and offered her breast to me as I greedily suckled, her hand rubbing my sore behind.

"When Emily returns, I will claim you as my own with a thorough fucking of your cute bubble butt," she informed me with barely hidden glee. I shivered, realising my predicament.

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