The Training of Scarlet Worthy (27 page)

“I have no time for your jabbering nonsense Cook.” I slapped her across her face. The suddenness stunned her. I slapped her again, and before she could gain her balance, I slipped behind her and jammed a rubber ball gag in her mouth. I pulled the straps tight behind her head and secured it. I grabbed Cooks hair and dragged her to my desk. I bent her over so that she would be facing me and I secured her position such that her chin rested on the desk across from my chair. I straightened my clothing and took a seat facing her.

“Keep your ass in the air bitch. Legs straight, and don’t move. Just one second, perhaps we can keep you still. Words seem to be a problem for you.”

The little woman was bending at the knees and thrashing, wiggling from side to side, in a fruitless effort to escape her bondage. I passed her and slapped her bottom as hard as I could with the palm of my hand. “I said, keep the ass up.” I reached the far side of my office. In one of the cabinets I had discovered two items left by the former occupant, a leather flogger and a half inch diameter cane. I returned to my seat facing Cook.

“You have been a problem for me since my first day.”

Cook stopped wrestling in her bonds to hear what I was saying.

“It’s ten am. I have set aside two hours for this meeting. That’s two hours that you don’t deserve, nor is it time that I can ill afford to waste on your sorry ass. Truthfully, the first hour is not a waste. I plan to enjoy whipping you. It’s the second hour that I’m not sure how that hour will conclude. It depends on you.”

Cook’s eyes were darting about. The thrashing had tired her and the gag had taken her breath. Her chin rested hopelessly two feet across the desk top. I placed my elbows on the desk and my chin in my hands. I starred at her before I spoke.

“I don’t care about you Cook. In accounting terms you are a liability on my staff balance sheet. That’s why I should simply rid myself of you. And I don’t care if you like me, and I’m not much on the rehabilitation of slaves who, for whatever reason, don’t like me, resent me, or simply are a pain in my ass. You seem to fit all three categories. Why is that? I don’t know?”

I picked up the leather flogger and allowed the thirty half inch by twenty inches of kidskin lashes drift through my open palm. “I don’t care at this point. Someone needs to oversee the kitchen. If not you, then someone else, someone who is more pleasant to work with. You and I Cook, together, we’ll decide your fate before noon today.”

I stood and turned to watch the rain fall outside my window. “It can be a dark and scary world out there.” I moved to the fireplace and turning, I rubbed my palms on my bottom in the warmth of the hearth. She could see me. Her cheek lay flat on my desk. “Not warm and safe like here at Brighten.”

I returned to the desk and took a seat. Her eyes were wide and facing me. I could see fear. “So Cook, first I get the chilly greeting from you when I first arrived at the Manor, followed by a display of jealousy, then a sloppy presentation of my meal, and finally the clear sarcasm you displayed prior to my ceremony last evening. You
will feel
the fear I see in your eyes. Your behavior is simply unacceptable.”

I lifted her chin with the Turk’s head knot at the butt end of the flogger and slid a coaster under her chin. “No drooling on my desk, scream if you feel the need, but it won’t stop me. You will be punished.”

I opened my side desk drawer, engaged the speakers and turned on my music. I chose a collection of John Phillip Sousa marches and turned the volume up. Taking the flogger and cane, I rose from my chair. Muted squealing accompanied my obvious plan as I rounded the desk and took a position behind cook.

I slapped her naked cheek. “Keep your ass in the air slave – last warning, failure to do so will just make the next hour worse on you. The cane will be your clue.” I laughed.

I was excited.
My plan is to discipline Cook, heavens knows she deserves it, but I’m surprised, my pussy is getting moist with anticipation. What a nice bonus for me, and to see her sweet ass presented so nice for me to take my pleasure.

I placed my elbows on the desk next to my bound victim. My hand stroking her bottom. “You know you deserve this Cook.”

I spoke to her in a childish pouting voice. “Poor little Cook, Miss Scarlet is going to whip her now. Too bad, because Cook has such a soft and tiny bottom. You can cry out if you wish Cook. It may be good for you to cry out. It may help purge you of your sins. Do you think so? Oh no, I forgot. Little Cook’s tongue can’t give Miss Scarlet a sarcastic answer now. Can she? Too bad.” I giggled in her ear, as I amused myself by teasing her puckered rosebud with my fingertip.

I regained a position standing behind her. I began slowly. I dragged the leather fingers of the flogger across her bottom. She flinched at its touch. I spun the flogger in circles letting the tips dance lightly over her ass. I increased the speed and the touch. She winced, funny noises came from the gag. I flogged her in earnest for a solid three minutes, and stopped. Her chest was heaving and her feet dancing below my desktop. I pick up the cane. Without warning I caned her with two sharp blows. She begged a muffled scream. I put down the cane and returned to my chair to face her. Mascara tears flowed from her eyes and stained her cheeks in black streaks. Her hair was damp from perspiration.

“What a mess you are Cook. You better get a grip on yourself. We’ve just begun, we have forty-five minutes left until eleven o’clock.” I took a sip of water. “This is exhausting. Are you thirsty Cook?” She shook her head.

I reached forward and released one side of the gag. It fell from her mouth. She was gasping. I found an empty bowl left from my breakfast tray, filled it with water, grabbed a handful of her hair, lifted her head, and placed it under her chin. “Lap it up puppy dog.”

“Please Miss Scarlet,” she wheezed. “I’m begging, please stop, it hurts so much. I’ll be good. I promise.” She began to sob.

I sipped some more water as I picked up my daily schedule. “Can’t do it Cook. My schedule has you down for an hour of behavior modification. I want to make sure you get your money’s worth.”

For the next forty minutes I flogged Cook until her ass was crimson and burning with the tiny welts from a dozen canings. Her screams turned to whimpers and then to moans.” I stopped when the clock chimed eleven times.

I reclaimed my seat. The rain had stopped and the sun peeked through the overcast. I switched off the music and we sat facing each other. Cook’s face was dark and tearstained. Her lips were quivering.

“Take your time recovering slave; I have a few calls to make. I guarantee you’ll have an interest in these conversations.”

I checked my emails and found the one I was looking for from Madison. I spoke the message as I wrote it down. Lord Winston Barnes, Covington Farms Estate.” There was a phone and email address. I dialed the number. A secretary answered. I introduced myself as an acquaintance, and a customer of Lord Winston, and asked if I may speak with him. She put me on hold, and I engaged the speaker box so that Cook could listen.

“Miss Scarlet, what a nice surprise. I did so enjoyed meeting you last night. How are you?”

“I’m quite fine Lord Winston. Thank you for taking my call.”

“Oh please call me Winston. After all Miss Scarlet, we are somewhat well acquainted, and after last evening’s event, also members of the same society as it were. What can I do for you?”

“Two things Winston, first I’m arranging my calendar, indeed I have it right here in front of me, and I wanted to pencil you in. You said last night that you would be calling this week – true?” I glanced at Cook she was recovered and listening. I removed the gag from around her head as I spoke.

“Secondly, I was wondering if you had a need for a cook at Covington Farms. If so, I have a spare woman here at Brighten, she’s experienced, and I can deal a sweet price for this property. If you’re interested.”

“I don’t think I have a need, but let me check with the Estate manager, and I plan on being at Brighten on Wednesday afternoon. If that works with your calendar Scarlet, we can meet then, and I’ll be better informed – I’ll know then if I can take the cook off of your hands. How’s that?”

“It’s a date Winston. I’ll see you on Wednesday.” I hung up. Cook was speechless, her chin resting on the edge of my desk, and before she could recover her thoughts, I held up a finger to silence her. I dialed the Manor blacksmith on the speakerphone.

“Yes Miss Scarlet, Blacksmith here. May I do anything for you?” The blacksmith was a senior slave of the Manor, but he was incredible skilled in his craft.

“Yes. The cage you made for Murphy. Can you make another, and can it be modified?”

The two conversations were coming together for Cook. She was pleading with her eyes and shaking her head in disbelief. I once more held my finger to her lips to silence her. I held the cane for emphasis. She closed her mouth and her eyes, listening in horror as I spoke.

“I’ll need one for a short woman, she’s maybe five foot tall.” I spoke nonchalantly.

“Do you have access to the Estate computer Miss Scarlet?” He asked.

“I do.”

“If you log on and select the blacksmith site I will show you.”

I logged on and navigated to the site he identified. Now what? Show me Blacksmith, my curiosity is killing me, and my guest here too.” I turned the screen so that Cook could see.

The blacksmith opened a computer design program. The first image was of the cage he made for Murphy. “My Lady just told me to make this, she wasn’t very specific. I can do better.”

“How, how can it be better?”

The man began oscillating the cage image in all directions and then in a three dimensional view. “The computed does all the design, then all I need to do is feed it the precise data and it prints a blueprint for me to do my work.”

“How precise can you make it?” I was really interested. I glanced at Cook. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Do you have a photo? I mean a full body photo? With that I can have the cage conform to the contents perfectly. I can even make a door if you want her to be let out on occasion. The cage is also very hygienic, just hose the contents as needed, and let her dry in the sun. If you don’t have a buyer yet Miss Scarlet. That’s okay. I can keep her in the shop. I’ve got spare time to feed her and clean her if you want.”

“Make one for me.” I said. “I’ll email you a photo and the measurements of the contents. Put a door on it - that’s a good idea. How long will it take you to build it?”

“I’ll drop everything for you Miss Scarlet. Can I have three days? That way I can let it cool and I’ll polish the stainless.”

“I’ll need it by Wednesday afternoon. Get started. I’ll send the contents today. One last thing about the contents - change her collar from silver to iron.” I hung up the phone.

I turned my attention to Cook. “You’ll continue to wear these restraints until the cage is complete. Madison will take you to the blacksmith shop this afternoon. You’ll spend a few days watching him work, and also you’ll be handy, in case he needs to measure you.”

I stuck the gag back in her mouth and strapped it tight. I pulled a velvet hood from my drawer and placed it over her head. A drawstring held it snug at her neck.

I glanced at the clock. It was noon. Working on Cook had also worked up my appetite. I called the kitchen and not too remarkably it was Gabrielle who answered. “Yes Miss Scarlet?”

“I’d like some lunch. You choose the menu Gabrielle. I trust your judgment; you always have such good taste. Make enough for two. I’d like for you to join me.”

I collected the flogger and the cane and retuned them to their place in the cabinet. I should expand this collection of behavior modification instruments. They are truly effective management tools.

There was a metal container on a shelf in the cabinet. It was unmarked. I was curious, there was nothing in this cabinet but the cane and flogger and the container.
I wonder what’s in it. Let’s have a peek Scarlet,
I thought,
you have some time until Gabrielle shows up.

I sat in the guest chair next to the rear end of my victim and opened the box. Inside were gauze pads and assorted tubes and jars of assorted creams and lotions. I placed the box in my lap, taking my time to examine each product. Listen to this Cook. I read the instructions out loud. “Here’s one, ideal for soothing relief of skin irritation – makes skin soft with one application.” I tapped her still red bottom, and continued my inventory. “That one has possibilities. Don’t you think?” Mumblings and head nodding came from beneath the purple velvet hood. “Let’s keep looking, this is fun.”

“What’s this?”

I held up a strange shaped jar – a kind of jar I had not ever see before. It was made of heavy glass, and shaped like an erect penis. I examined it more closely, holding it up to the light.

“You should see this Cook. I’s a cock jar. Let’s read the ingredients - A lubricating formula that has special qualities to please both men and woman. That’s interesting don’t you think? After all, you and me, we like to be pleased. Don’t we Cook.”

I turned the glass phallic in every direction. “I’ll be damned, the head of it unscrews. That’s how you get at the contents.”

I unscrewed the top and let some cream ooze into my palm. I rubbed a bit on the inside of my thigh. “It’s soft and it’s definitely a nice lubricant, but I don’t see that it has any special power – hold on. What is this? What’s happening? Oh baby now I get it. Cook, this stuff is magic. It gets warm and then it has this little tingle. Yum, I’ll keep this for Scarlet.”

I replaced the contents and placed the opened box on my desk. I leaned over so that my lips were next to the velvet bag. I whispered.

“I don’t want you to be damaged goods slave, and your bottom could use some TLC - its fire engine red. Shake your head if it burns. Fine, now shake it again if you would like Miss Scarlet to put the fire out. Good. See Cook, you are already following directions. Keep it up and I just may spare you.”

Cook began wildly shaking her head at the mere chance of escaping the cage, and avoiding the impending banishment from Brighten Manor. I moved the guest chair so that I could sit directly behind Cook’s red bottom. Her skin was warn to my touch. “Let’s apply the soothing lotion. I’ll squeeze some in my hand. Here we go, now I’ll spread it on your pretty red ass. Does that feel good?”