Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip

The Master was sitting at a desk, typing at a laptop computer. He glanced up at the two naked women as they were brought into the room but said nothing and went back to his work.

The room was very much in keeping with a hunting lodge. There was a fireplace, wood paneled walls, a couple of trophy antlers mounted over the fireplace and a few leather chairs. There were also a couple bookcases filled with books that looked as if they had not been removed or even dusted in a great many years.

Melinda was the closest to a window and she gazed at the scene outside. The mountains were not much compared to the ones she was used to in California. On the nearby hills she could see pines. Closer by, there were silver birches, yew and oaks forming a forest, beginning just beyond the driveway. The sky was overcast and the day gray, matching her spirits.

But she saw no one outside. There was only the gravel driveway and then the forest. If she could just get out of that house, she could disappear into the trees and might elude capture.

They both wished they could move their arms. They had been taped together behind their backs for over twenty-four hours. There were annoying itches, possibly from the glue on the tape even though they wore those long gloves. The worst part, though, was that they could not move their fingers. The hands and fingers were taped flat against the upper arms and quite unable to move. Not as bad as some of the bondage they had been put in, it was still very uncomfortable to have their arms secured in that manner for so long.

Reggie continued at the computer for a long time. The two women waited, standing there, a slight but cold draft caressing their bare skin. Behind them, Angus stood between them and the door they had come in.

Eventually their Master looked up. Folding down the top of the computer, he stood and walked around the desk to view this birthday present.

“I see by your wet hair that Angus and Susan have given you a shower,” he said with a faint smile. “That is good.” He walked around them, noted but did not comment on the redness where Susan had struck Melinda’s ass, then stood before them again.

“I am going to introduce you to a old tradition at Harcourt Lodge. It is customary for the master of the lodge to whip a new slave as soon as he or she arrives. I allowed you to sleep the night first, but it would not be right to delay your welcome any longer. Angus, please take them and prepare them.”

a strong hand was

doubt that their Master meant what he said. She was going

A whipping? Like her bottom was not already sore from that whipping Susan had given her over breakfast. Yet a part of her mind calmly told her that the riding crop had not been a serious whipping and that what was coming would probably be a whole new level of

side and windowless. The walls were bare stone and the floor concrete that was cold beneath their bare feet. Instead of a single overhead light, there were several lights in the corners up high. When switched on,

to leave you taped up for now,

neck. Next to the box was a small chair. He pulled that over and stood on it to thread the rope through a ring attached to a wooden beam in the ceiling. He tugged on the rope until Darlene was up on her toes, and then tied it off to a wall cleat. The process was repeated with Melinda. The younger girl did not cooperate as the older woman had, and had to be pulled over under the ring. With no hands to fight, she could not prevent the loop from being placed over her head and tightened down. As Angus threaded

the rope firm around her neck but not so tight as to inhibit breathing. She was, however, standing on her toes to

around them slowly, enjoying both the naked bodies and the look of fear in their eyes. When he put out his hand, Angus placed a whip in it. It was made of black leather braided into a three foot long, the tapering weapon wicked enough looking to

mean to use that on us!” she said, the words having trouble getting

scream if you wish. There is

it. Then he

probably would prefer this on your ass rather than your

scream at him. Her eyes were wide with fear and her breathing was almost a pant. If you looked carefully, you could see the muscles in her legs trembling

whip you

Melinda shook her head.

saw it coming, he swung the whip