Brenna at The Academy Ch. 07

This is Chapter 7 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.

This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances. I hope you enjoy the stories, and if you do, PLEASE comment! Your comments and feedback are everything!

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Brenna enters The Stables, flushed and out of breath. The scene before her eyes surprises her, as she has never seen the stables so full and abuzz. Master Eric is prowling about, his impressive physique covered with a glowing sheen of perspiration as he tries to organize his busy work space. His nude protégés are all in significant but various states of chastisement, arousal and exhilaration. There are several young women lined up, kneeling with thighs spread at the back of the space, clearly awaiting their turn in one of the stable stalls that might free up as a student finishes her punishment and / or warmup session of the morning.

"Welcome, Seventy Three. As you can see, we are running a bit behind at The Stables today."

Master Eric brushes his hand through his short golden hair with some exasperation. The hot Viking warrior look-alike is bare chested and flushed. The bulge in his leather pants strains sexily against the material.

"Too many students were scheduled for the latest appointments, others showed up late today, and now we have some... congestion. Present!... by the back wall here, Seventy Three, while you wait please."

Brenna obeys instantly and sinks to her knees beside a few other women. She tries to keep her gaze down as is indicated in the pose, but can't help glancing around. All the stalls are occupied and Master Eric now stalks from one to the next with several tools attached to his work belt. He enters a stall to use a many pronged, heavy leather flogger on a tall brunette woman, who twitches gently but remains silent through the ministrations, as she lies on the floor in the Submit position, her legs splayed wide, her bottom and glistening sex a perfect offering on display for the snappy flogger. Brenna feels her pussy twitch and heat as she surreptitiously observes the fit and attractive body of Master Eric engage in these exertions. He works sensually but efficiently, taut muscles rippling, a thin sheen of sweat misting his face and chest and his breathing becoming more ragged. Those taut, active muscles and the sights of flushed submissive students marked and titillated at his capable hands spark some truly infernal fantasies in Brenna's mind.

As the freshly flogged, almost prostrate brunette catches her breath after several strokes and gets ready to free up the stall with her departure, Master Eric marches to the next stall where a girl is shackled by her upstretched arms to a whipping post. She is petite, with wavy blonde hair tied into a low pony tail. Her feet are stretched wide apart and a rigid metal spreader bar ensures her continued compliance with the wide spread.

The Stables Master proceeds to deliver several tantalizing kisses with the same implement, but at a completely different pace and with varied force. He lashes the woman's outstretched thighs and bottom until they turn a uniform shade of blushing pink. Before making his way to the next stall, Master Eric approaches the petite blonde girl and begins to tease her dripping pussy opening with the leather handle of the flogger. Brenna can soon see the handle disappearing a few inches into the woman's sex as she arches her back and moans with each thrust.

"We like our flogging today, I see, Sixteen. Come for me now, or receive twelve more lashes!" Sir Eric commands.

Brenna's jaw drops and her eyes widen as the petite girl spasms wildly on the Master's demand and screams her orgasm. She sags against the whipping post and continues to twitch as she moans loudly.

"Good girl, Sixteen. Nice progress on your forced orgasm training. Well done." Master Eric croons, lightly spanking her ass a few times, unbuckling the wrist restraints, and moving on to the next stall.

Here, he makes a change to his tool of the trade. The flogger, its handle still glistening from its most recent application, gets parked in a loop of his tool belt while he pulls out another implement - a wicked looking, short leather whip with a single tapered end, tightly bound with a leather strip. The girl in the next stall is affixed to a St. Andrew's cross, facing her tormentor, Brenna and the other waiting women. She is a statuesque redhead, and the auburn curls between her legs testify to the genuineness of her hair colour. Master Eric glances at the iPad mounted nearby.

"Here not just for your daily warm up I see, Seventy Nine, but also punishment. Tell us all, nice and loud, what do you need correction for this morning?"

"Sir Eric, this girl came twice last night in her room while instructed by a Master not to orgasm. Please, punish this girl so she can learn the lesson to obey and follow instruction."

"Very well, Seventy Nine. You prefer moderate to hard punishment I see here. Hmmm... How did you come?"

"Oh... um... Sir... I rode a "hot seat" cushion I found in my toys cabinet as I've never tried one before but always wanted to and... and... I just couldn't stop myself! The dildo felt ssssso good spearing me, Sir, as I bounced up and down on the inflatable platform..."

"... and the second time?" Master Eric demands as he strokes his fingers across the woman's belly and down her auburn mound.

"Mmmm... the... the second time... I lay back on the bed and massaged my clit with my palm and used a tentacle shaped vibrator in my pussy..."

The girl's face is beet red now.

"Thank you, Seventy Nine. What does your behaviour last night tell us about you?"

"That I'm a horny slut, Sir, who needs more training to follow rules and improve on my submission!"

"Correct."

Master Eric abruptly withdraws his hand from between Seventy Nine's legs and moving a few paces back, without warning, swings the whip with laser precision -- the wicked scorpion tail licking the woman's mound and clit as she half moans, half wails, and twitches in her bonds.

"Six lashes with the whip. You may not come. Your regular warm up will follow. Remember the safe words?"

"Thank you, Sir! Yes, Sir, Yellow and Red."

Master Eric applies the six strikes with precision, two falling onto the upper thighs, two onto lower, near the knees, one against the lower belly and the final strike snaking again against her open labiae and pussy. Trainee Seventy Nine is now out of breath and whimpering madly. Tears spill out of the corners of her eyes and yet she also breaks into a sensual moan after the last strike.

"You took that like a very good girl, Seventy Nine." Master Eric hangs the wicked whip on his tool belt and approaches his current captive. Nonchalantly and with some gentleness, he strokes her pubic mound and thighs.

"Good girl. Now for your warm up," He retrieves the small multi-pronged flogger again and is reminded by the sticky wetness on the handle of its most recent use. Master Eric approaches Trainee Seventy Nine and nudges the handle to her lips.

"Open."

Obediently, the girl takes the implement into her little mouth and sucks with enthusiasm. Brenna is so turned on by everything she's seeing and hearing here, but this particular little detail almost puts her over the edge. The already whipped girl is lecherously cleaning off the next implement to be used on her tender flesh and drinking in the previous trainee's pussy juice.

"Mmmmm..." The spread-eagled girl moans, savouring the experience and closing her eyes. She is clearly enjoying the taste. Briefly, Brenna thinks of sneaking a hand into her own pussy but thinks better of it and resists, both enjoying and being tortured by the unaddressed arousal accumulating between her legs.

Master Eric walks over to a nearby table and dries off the handle and his hands with a towel, then quickly returns to his student and begins the flogging warm up. The flogger truly lives up to its warm-up purpose as Eric wields it with precision and scope, covering Seventy Nine's entire front with mild to more intense strikes. Her flesh pinks nicely all over -- the girl looks like she just came out of a sauna or an intense cardio workout.

"Well done, Seventy Nine. You're all... ahem, warmed up and finished for today," He states matter of factly while releasing her bonds and helping her off the St. Andrew's Cross.

"Good Day, little Miss." The woman scurries out of the stables, flushed and overheated.

Master Eric turns to Brenna:

"Seventy Three -- stand up and take a tray from the side table. Walk around the perimeter of the room and retrieve three to six impact play tools of your choosing that you find... appealing, and that match your limit-set punishment level."

He briefly checks the iPad.

"Hmm... your limit is mild punishment at this time, so anything with a green tag is appropriate. It's ok if the item has other colour tags as well, as long as a green one is there. Other students, do the same, prepare your trays."

"Yes, Sir."

Brenna obeys and starts examining the implements hanging on the walls. It's a sordid and arousing exercise, choosing one's own tools of punishment while soaking in the sights and sounds of other students' ordeals from the entire Stables. A few other women wander around with her and collect their own set of tools.

Soon, Brenna sinks back to the floor in Present, holding the tray like an offering in her upturned hands. The first item that made the cut for her tray is a supple leathery red paddle, with the words GOOD SLUT cut out in reverse embossing on its surface. She had read about paddles that mark the receiver temporarily with red, welt-like words and found the concept very arousing. She had a hard time choosing between the various words available on the walls - there was also a paddle with SLUT on it, GOOD GIRL and BAD GIRL. She particularly liked the GOOD GIRL one but wasn't sure if she could in good conscience choose it today as she had a punishment outstanding.

She collected all the paddles and decided to present them to Master Eric to make his choice. That made for four items. The fifth item was a hefty flogger, like the one she had just seen Master Eric use on a few of the women, with a long, black sculpted handle shaped like a robust, thick dildo. Brenna had read about such implements in the erotica she consumed in the past and always found these irresistibly arousing. Her pussy was sparking tiny spasms as she merely entertained the notion of that double ended tool being used on her. The last item she chose was a broad crop that reminds her of last night's debauchery with Master Gregory.

Master Eric takes the tray from Brenna and tuts as he examines it. His eyebrows rise in a sexy way as he gives her a hooded stare from under his eyelids. His mouth curls in an small, devious smirk. Brenna swallows dryly.

"Come follow me."

He leads Brenna to a stall where a spanking bench of sorts and a St. Andrew's cross are both assembled.

"On the bench for your punishment."

Brenna loses no time in arranging herself on the padded piece of sex furniture. Master Eric quickly makes some final adjustments that have Brenna on her hands and knees, arranged at table level, with ass pointed high up in the air and thighs spread lewdly to perfectly display her bottom and pussy. The bench design has her breasts hanging pendulously through cut out holes. Sir Eric attaches cuffs to her ankles and wrists and snaps the restraints in place. Brenna shivers with anticipation as this morning's punishment session is about to get very real.

She squeals as Master Eric uses two fingers to roughly enter her dripping pussy. He is very well aware of how ready and wet she already is. He pumps her roughly but she's so wet the intrusion is smooth and not in any way uncomfortable, but rather delicious.

"Tell us all, please, Seventy Three, what transgressions you need correction for today."

Brenna relishes regaling the room with her confession and plea for due punishment while continuing to get sweetly fingered in her pussy.

"Sir, I, I disregarded my Master and got distracted with watching a public scene while he was giving me a command... Mnnghh... I was slow to follow and lost focus on my Master as my one priority. This horny inattentive slut deserves to be punished... Ahhhh... Mnnghh... Please punish me to teach me that lesson Master Eric!"

"Good girl. Remember your distraction as I correct you. I think... 12 lashes with the hefty flogger you've chosen will serve well. I do see that you have chosen an implement that only has the orange and red tags. Are you incapable of following the simple instructions we reviewed, Seventy Three? If so, we will have to add another two lashes..."

"Sir, I know the flogger only has orange and red tags. I... I chose it deliberately anyway because I have an affinity for this implement and couldn't find one like this with the green tag. I've fantasized about a tool like this for ages and today is the last day of my Academy stay... I... I'd like to ask you to make an exception and use it on me, please... I can take it."

"I see. The orange tag means moderate punishment and the red, hard. To be clear, do you wish to lower your punishment slash impact play limits from light to moderate, Seventy Three? If you choose to do this, please know this change will take effect immediately and will apply for the next 24 hours or until your departure, whichever comes first. That means that for your remaining time this stay, any Instructor needing to or wishing to use an impact play item on you could use light or moderate punishment now. Of course, your safe words are still at your disposal. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I wish to update my limits accordingly. I do understand the modification."

"Very well."

Sir Eric appears near her face with an iPad and iPencil now, and briefly unhooks the restraint around her right wrist.

"I know this is an awkward position for signing, but we do need your autograph to authorize this change. I'm sure that with your proffesional background, you understand."

He enlarges the text on the screen and takes his time scrolling slowly down the page for Brenna's reading benefit. She reads the updated consent form and without hesitation, signs. Gods, what a heady mix of bureaucracy and debauchery this place creates! She muses to herself as Sir Eric retrieves the iPencil and iPad and refastens her right wrist.

"Good girl. With that out of the way, we shall begin. A couple more rules. You may not orgasm during your punishment, Seventy Three. If you do, we start over. That's right, the 12 lashes begin anew, regardless of how far we got. Secondly, I'll have you count, please. If you lose count, we add 2 lashes each time. You will receive your regular maintenance warm up for the day after you complete your correction. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Your safe words?"

"Yellow and Red, Sir. Green to respond if I like something or want more of it."

"Good. Now,"

Brenna startles as the flogger-dildo is held up horizontally to her face. The supple, leather cords press against her flushed lips and cheeks.

"Kiss it."

God, this is so, so incredibly lewd and hot! Brenna notes as she buries her nose in the wavy, knotted leather cords and sniffs loudly, taking in the very arousing leather aroma of the flogger. Then, as instructed, she kisses slowly across the tool, from left to right, first feeling the cords against her sensitive lips and then the hard, taught surface of the handle. It seems the handle is made of a sturdy material, like wood or metal or silicone, but covered with strips of leather woven expertly across it.

"Good. Now, open your mouth."

Puzzled, Brenna obeys. Master Eric gently places the end of the handle, the head of the dildo, into her open lips.

"I want you to feel and taste it, just the head, be gentle," he croons as her lips are stretched by the crown of the dildo, bringing with it the realization that the dildo is heftier and thicker than she had expected. Brenna finds herself closing her eyes and gently licking the tip while she sucks. The taste of leather mingled with a salty tang alights on her tastebuds. Some of her saliva drips around the implement.

"Good girl." Brenna's open pussy twitches as Sir Eric takes the flogger away from her mouth.

"Excellent, Seventy Three. I'm now going to add an element of... what we sometimes call funishment to these proceedings..."

With that, he attaches an iPad to the wall in front of Brenna's face. He clips a headband with an attached GoPro camera around his head. His hands rove all over Brenna's warm, soft ass cheeks.

Before she can even prepare, he swings and the hefty, knotted leather cords of the flogger strike her spread bottom. Brenna cries out in surprise more than in pain. It stings sharply and also delivers a more diffuse rough massaging sensation that is somehow invigorating and pleasant. As always at the Academy, it is also devilishly arousing.

The iPad comes alive and Brenna is treated to a live feed from Master Eric's point of view. Viewing her spread ass redden as small lines and welts appear across it, while seeing her open pussy swell and shine with wetness at the same time is almost too much. Brenna moans wildly. She's so turned on she has to fight not to teeter over the edge. A second strike hits lower, across her ass cheeks but also the upper thighs. The kiss of the flogger is so distracting that Brenna only now realizes she forgot to count out loud as instructed.

"One, I mean... Two, Sir!"

Sir Eric laughs darkly.

"Oh my sweet Seventy Three. Nice try. Plus two on the lashes for a total of 14 now, girl. It's fitting we are correcting your inattentiveness and yet you display it again..."

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir! I will be more attentive!"

The flogger kisses her ass cheeks, thighs and lower back in the next set of lashes and she manages to count through whimpers and tears now stinging at the corners of her eyes.

"Ohhhh... Fuck... Five, Sir!"

She awaits the next set, but surprise sears her nervous system as deviously, Master Eric delivers the next flogger kiss swinging upwards from the ground, straight into her open sex.

"Aghhhhhhh! Six, sixxxx... Sir..." She whimpers and pants.

"Good girl. Taking the flogger well." He croons and pauses for a minute.

Brenna notes she's now halfway through and realizes that finishing the punishment will be quite something at the adjusted moderate punishment limit. Did she bite off more than she can chew? She bites her lips and resolves to endure. While there is pain and shock, there's also heat and sweet arousal brewing in her flesh. She remembers another important rule -- if she comes, the lashes will be re-started and she will have to endure twelve all over again!

Brenna's thoughts are interrupted by Sir Eric's touch. He has moved right up to her bottom and is gently tracing her skin where he applied the flogger moments ago. The contrast between punitive and soothing is stark. Brenna can only moan in response as his touch titillates her awakened and punished flesh. Deep in her chest and belly, she senses the growing of the now familiar yet puzzling softening and yearning for the disciplinarian handling her. She licks her lips while a fantasy of Sir Eric pounding her pussy with his capable cock takes over.

Brenna's mouth reflexively opens in an "O" shape and she moans like a Banshee when the head of the dildo shaped handle is suddenly pressed against her swollen and waiting sex. It's just what her worked up, edged body and mind need... Master Eric pushes firmly but very slowly, while at the same time twisting the implement. He pumps just the head in and out of her aching, wet passage.

"Mnnnghh! Oh Sir... ohhh... please... please..." Brenna whimpers and begs.

The sensation tops what she imagined it would feel like to have the flogger handle pushed inside her in her past fantasies.

Master Eric only chuckles darkly and continues the shallow fucking for what feels like an eternity. Eventually he ventures deeper and angles the tool to hit a sweet spot inside Brenna's needy slickness. She wails in response.

"Mmm... someone likes the pleasure side of the flogger, methinks. A gentle reminder my dear, regretfully, as this is your punishment, you do not have permission to come. Poor girl."

The thrusting is faster now and Brenna is panting and exerting intensely to try to control her skyrocketing climb towards a delicious orgasm that is building inside her lower belly and pussy. The screen in front of her eyes shows the lewdest images of her own sex she has ever seen -- a dark pink pussy, engorged and leaking, ravaged with a black, hard intruder. An intruder, that just seconds ago, punishingly caressed her flesh with the devious, knotted cords arising from mere inches away from it's handle... Abruptly, the stimulation stops and as Brenna closes her eyes and pants to get her bearings, the next thing alighting in her consciousness is another kiss of the leather knots and cords across her tender ass. Disoriented, she grabs at reality and tries hard to access memory, her sensually tortured mind grabbing for something as mundane as numbers.

"Ummm... ahhhhhh... Seven, seven, Sir!"

"Good girl."

Those two little words from the sexy Viking's lips shoot straight to her clit and lower belly. The building orgasm, just a little at bay, returns with a vengeance. Brenna knows she cannot come, but she is so aroused, Master Eric is so hot in how he's working her over, and that dildo felt soooo good...

"Master... Master... please... please fuck this girl more with the handle, please!" She wails desperately.

Eric's laughter is sardonic.

"So telling, Seventy Three. Begging for more... fucking. That little pussy wants more stimulation, even when you know you are not permitted to come?"

"Y.. ye... yes Master. Please...?"

"I'll strike you a deal. Sixty seconds of handle fucking, for 2 more flogger lashes added to your punishment."

There is a silence hanging in the air as Brenna's melted brain attempts to access math and bargaining skills.

"Green, Master. May I have two minutes please for 4 more lashes added?"

"Greedy girl! Done. That's a total of 18 now. We're at 7, so 11 more to go.

You're making this more fun than I expected, Seventy Three, so I'll be sweet and throw in that I'll spread out the two minutes into two instalments between the lashings."

"Thank you, Master. Green!"

"You're still forbidden to orgasm. If it happens that we end up restarting our fun or keep adding many more lashings beyond that, please be aware, Seventy Three, that there is a time limit here for the Stables to complete its assigned tasks. What that means, is that if you have a lot of punishments outstanding by the time we're forced to wrap up here, your last or even second last engagement of the day may be truncated or even cancelled in favour of the proper delivery of any outstanding punishments. I need you to be aware of that."

"... Yes, Sir." Brenna answers gravely.

The next five lashes come quickly and Brenna is thrown into that strange headspace that has her almost floating as her body tries to make sense of all the mixed and delicious sensations. She manages to count dutifully throughout the ordeal. She almost loses all control and climaxes, but somehow manages to barely hold back when Sir Eric pauses the lashing and fucks her for one minute again with the flogger handle; the first instalment of her dearly purchased additional stimulation. And, ohhh, its not, by any means, simply a perfunctory, mechanical pumping, but rather a sensual and devious penetrative cadence that whips up her almost cresting arousal and puts the edging she's barely enduring on another level. Sir Eric is a pro at dominant titillation...

Brenna wonders if she's a total masochist or self-saboteur, buying a fucking that feels great when she's not allowed to come, when the already hard to endure punishment would be doubled if she did climax, and her last cherished and sought after final experiences of this utterly debauched weekend could get cancelled as another consequence of orgasming now. The one minute fucking feels delicious, but all too brief and Brenna receives the final four of the 18 lashes she has accumulated. The last two Sir Eric delivers a little more lightly right on her aching pussy. He concludes with one more minute of dildo fucking and Brenna is so close to coming she considers safe-wording to prevent the re-set of the punishment, but somehow, panting so rabidly she's worried that she's having a cardiac event, refrains and manages to hold on. Gods, she is so close and so desperate to come!

As he pumps the flogger dildo now lazily in and out of her pussy, Master Eric croons:

"Good girl, Seventy Three. You took that flogging so well, orange tag and additional lashes and all. You make me so proud. You're edging sooo beautifully for me now, girl... I love seeing that workout you're having, I love getting you so close to your limit. Fuck... You're beautiful beyond measure when I've got you so worked up and so frustrated. Flushed. Aching. Needy. Obedient... Catch your breath, dear girl, and we will proceed to your warm up next."

He gives her some space, leaving her so very titillated, frustrated and cruelly unfinished. His words soak into her throbbing clit and only fuel the vain pulsation there.

Brenna groans. She forgot about the warm up! She's unsure if her body can take much more. She suddenly remembers the tray she brought to Sir Eric at the start of this session and the remaining implements. She fights to slow down her breathing.

Master Eric efficiently uncuffs Brenna from the spanking bench. He helps her up and gently guides her to the St. Andrew's cross, before positioning her face forward and attaching the cuffs to make her body align spread-eagle this time. Her welted ass stings deliciously even against the somewhat cushioned padding of the cross. Her achingly unfinished pussy leaks desperately and juices are spreading down her thighs.

Master Eric discards the Go-Pro camera from his forehead.

"I know this has been a lot, Brenna, but you are doing so very, very well, my girl. You're making me so proud, and that's no easy feat. Are you ok to take your warm up?"

"Green, Sir." Brenna manages.

"Excellent. Fuck, you have so much potential, my pretty, spirited, slutty girl! Now..."

He lifts the tray of implements Brenna assembled and smirking looks over the paddles. His eyebrow cocks again as he looks mischievously up at Brenna.

"So... why all these? I don't think we have time for all of them."

Brenna is out of breath but manages, haltingly:

"Sir, no I didn't mean for you to use all of them, unless you want to that is... but... I couldn't decide which word or phrase I liked best... so I wanted you to choose..."

"Hmm... very well."

He picks up the "GOOD SLUT" paddle and holds it up in front of Brenna's face.

"Read it."

"Good Slut, Sir."

"Do you know why?"

"I... I'm not sure, Sir."

"GOOD because you've taken the harshest punishment to date so very, very well. You were a good girl, as well as so responsive and playful. SLUT, because your beautiful pussy leaked like a faucet throughout that lashing, giving us more evidence that you are a discipline slut and, or, a pain slut. Also... I don't know what other word besides SLUT could ever best describe someone who bargains hard amidst punishment to buy more pussy fucking while paying for it with increased flogging! All the while as she is forbidden to come! In my view, that makes you a very GOOD SLUT today, sweet girl. Is that fitting?"

"Yes, Sirrrr" Brenna purrs in response to the dirty dressing down or debauched praise she has just received, she isn't quite sure which of the two it was. What she is sure of, however, is that her pussy throbs and leaks and her nipples peak agonizingly tightly in reply to Sir Eric's words.

"Let's warm up this Good Slut!"

Master Eric approaches Brenna and slaps the paddle moderately hard against the top of one breast, then the other. Brenna jumps a little and bites her lip. She then looks down on her breasts and with delight notices the embossed red words take shape on her flesh.

GOOD SLUT.

This is so very dirty and very, very arousing.

Four more swats plant the phrase on each of her thighs, two near her pussy and two lower down closer to the knees. Master Eric finishes with a sweet dirty swat upwards directly to her open sex. This one doesn't emboss any words but feels completely devilish against her wet, tingling center. It also makes a very naughty sound, somewhere between a slap and a squelch.

"Warm up is completed, Seventy Three." He unhooks her from the cross. Brenna gets ready to leave but he grabs her arm gently.

"Umm, actually, I'll have you wait a little longer and observe. Present! at the back of the room again please."

Brenna dutifully rests in the Present pose at the back of the room. Two stalls are still full and Eric finishes with the two students there, paddling one's ass and spanking the other girl, face forward on a St. Andrew's Cross with his hand -- across her perky breasts and belly, thighs and pussy. As he works, he commands the student to maintain eye contact with him or face additional spanks. There's still another girl in the queque, waiting at the back of the room. Before he finishes with the second-last of his charges, yet another nude student rushes into the Stables, breathless.

"Hi, Sir Eric, I'm sorry I'm so late. I'm here for my..."

"TWENTY SEVEN! Why so late? I am very displeased. We are running late here today anyway and now you show up when I'm about to close up? I have half a mind to defer your punishment to end of day today and cancel your last activity!" He shouts.

The small brunette with large blue eyes whimpers. Tears break out on her face.

"Sir! Please no, no, don't cancel my last activity, its my last day! Please Sir. Complete my Stables session please. I'm so sorry for being late!"

He groans angrily.

"And why, pray tell, are you so late? Also, are you here for just your warm up?"

"Sir... I'm sorry Sir. I'm late... because... well... no, no, I'm here for a punishment and a warm up... and being late is kind of... um, tied up with my punishment, Sir..."

"You've been a very bad girl it seems, Twenty Seven. We'll be enhancing your punishment to include correction for the gross lateness today as well."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir!"

"Present! and wait at the back of the room, near the door."

The girl scurries off and Brenna observes the scene. Master Eric, now huffing with anger and frustration, returns to his last charge and her spanking. He pauses again after a few slaps and paces the length of the Stables, visibly engaged in thought. He rubs at his beard and finally approaches Brenna.

"Seventy Three -- I have a proposal. You've done so well today, I wonder if you'd be open to... helping me. You see I'm behind in my work and another student has joined the queque. If I guide you, could you help me by correcting Twenty Seven here?"

Brenna's jaw drops.

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To be continued...

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