her. It was easy to see that, even in pain, the idea of an apology was anathema to the panting girl. 'I'm sorry I was rude, Mr. Rabin,' she finally contrived in bitter humiliation.
'She'd never have said that in the good old U.S.A.' Mrs. Corbin conceded. 'Pettie girl, we've come to the right place. Pettie girl wept. They were tears of anger.
'Can now leave in good hands,' said Mr. Rabin with satisfaction. He turned to me: 'But would suggest removal of clothes. Is much best.'
'You can cane her can then,' said Mother.
Pettie accepted a peck on the cheek which she did not return. Her eyes were smoldering. Between the handcuffs and the cane she must have concluded her cause of lost. She did not plead. Just stood there and watched her mother go away. It was not hard to imagine het state of mind.
Returning from seeing my guests out of the house I found three pairs of youthful feminine eyes assessing each other. In Terry's and Dorinda's there was sympathy. In Pettie Corbin's only venom.
'Your best bet is to set me free and let me go,' Petulance announced in grandiose disdain, doing us a favor.
Silence.
'You needn't to think I'm going to be naked whore like you two!' More tugging at the handcuffs.
No response.
'Whatever your game is, I'm not playing.' Petulance planted herself in an arm chair and studied the disign in the rug. She leaned back against her chained hands as though no longer caring. Haughty indifference was to be her weapon. Right here I have to admit that, left to myself, I'd have been a bit stymied. Pettie Corbin was a very different kettle of fish to the two gorgeous creatures I had fallen in love with. But I need not have worried. Dorinda must have guessed my every thought.
'Master, may we remove our guest so that we can talk?'
Petulance did her best. But Terry grabbed one ankle and Dorinda the other. They hauled her from the room like a sack of potatoes. I need not note her comments. They were unedifying.
'We locked her in one of the rooms, Master,' Dorinda's eyes sparkled with amusement. 'Or would you prefer to, er, train her yourself?' She put a heavy emphasis on the word 'train'.
Once again I found myself far from my beginnings. I was now the beneficiary of a veritable cornucopia of adoring slave girls, with a hostile captive maiden tossed in for good measure. My cup did indeed 'runneth over'. Suburbia could look at its lost son and gloat or envy or mourn. Bit of all three, I expect. 'Which will she respond to best?' I asked, delaying the issue.
'May I speak frankly, Master?' How glorious she was! I nodded regally.
Dorinda knelt before me, her raised eyes amused assessing the possibility of getting her bottom caned if she said too much.
'It's a lot different with Pettie,' Terry butted in. Dorinda nodded. 'Yes Master. We are afraid you may feel brutal before us two if you do what you must with this absurd girl. She will need very firm and painful treatment. She isn't very nice.'
Amazing, aren't they? Think of everything.
Dorinda concentrated. Her words were slow. 'We think, master, you may have become accustomed to us. We are slaves. Real slaves. We know we can never escape. We know we must do what we are told.' She smiled ruefully. 'It took a lot of time and a lot of pain to bring us to where we are now. But we will do what you desire. You may tie us or chain us or whip us to your heart's content. We will try and please you.'
She paused and grinned in genuine humor. 'Pettie Corbin isn't going to be like that at all.'
'The thought had occurred,' I admitted dryly.
Dorinda flushed. 'Do I offend, Master?'
I was about to let go some shocking blurb about hou impossible it would be for anyone as beautiful as she to give offence, when I realized I had a position to maintain. 'Don't woory, dear girl,' I said firmly. 'I'll whip you when you cross the line.'
'Thank you, Master.' She made the three words reek with gratitude. Then gave me a small apologetic smile for what she had to say: 'In our slavery, master, we have come to learn that there are two ways in which a captive girl can give joy to men. One is to be submissive and obedient, the other is to fight him with tooth and claw so that he must beat her into acknowledging him master.' She looked at me winsomely. We both knew which category I belonged in.
But I wasn't having any. Dammit! I was in the middle of everything I'd ever wanted. I might as well know it all. 'I think I'll try a spot of breaking-in.' I announced bravely.
'Probably not my cup of tea, but after all there's a sort of noblesse oblige. How'd you two girls like to tie her up on tiptoe with her hands far apart and high?'
'Of course, Master.' Was there hidden laughter in the voice?
'Oh… and leave her clothes on, eh.'
'Yes, Master.' Definitely laughter.
I'll admit I paced the floor feeling a bit of an ass. I'd have been just as happy if old rabin had taken his Pettie Corbin somewhere else. From the sounds that were reaching me in considerable volume I suspected my two girls were probably feeling the same. Pettie was meeting her Waterloo noisily. When my slave girls returned they were panting and arranging their hair. 'She's an absolute demon, Master,' Terry said with feeling.
'We think you'll find her positioned to your liking, Master,' Dorinda said demurely.
I had no doubts on that score, and was about to embark on my impersonation of the Duke of Wellington when two girlish voices asked: 'What about us, Master?' I detected sadness and pique.
Damn difficult, y'know? Figure it for yourself. Worse than having three wives. Wives don't expect much from husbands, not after the honeymoon. But with these three damsels I was obligated to play the ruthless Pasha whether I wanted or not. I'd bloody well paid my cash, and they were honor bound same as me. Amazing.
'What would you suggest?' I had a feeling I'd asked that question before.
'We are slave girls, Master. You must instuct us.' Gentle reproof!
I wasn't doing too well. I'd have been glad to have em read a book while I dealt with the recalcitrant vixen. But I realised that wasn't the proper drill. And besides, I didn't want them watching or walking in and uot while I was doing a bit of softening up on Miss Petulance. Maintaining my tenuous hold on authority I gathered up two pairs of handcuffs and beckoned in masterful fashion. Leading the way to a room notable for its total absence of Pettie I snapped the cuff round Dorinda's right wrist and clasped the other one to a ringbolt in the wall. Then did the same for Terry on the opposite side. There they stood, Captive by a wrist. About as innocuous an imposition as I could devise. But no matter how they tugged or twisted they could not get away. They would await their master's return as slave girls should.
'Thank you, Master.' Their litling voices followed me as I shut the door.
Miss Corbin eyed me with disfavor. She was beautifully tethered. The girls had done a marvellous job. She was well up on her toes, her arms strained upwards. She was a pretty picture, but I did not tell her so. I could see her wrists were hurting.
'Fuck off,' said my guest in welcome.
I stood in majestic mastery. It was a lovely feeling. I smiled to show tolerance.
'Look here,' said Petulance, evidently having done a bit of thinking, 'you've got me. I can't get loose from these damn cords that are hurting like Hell. So O.K. I admit I'm a nothing. You can hurt and humiliate me so I suppose I'll say whatever you want me to say. I'll beg. That's what you want… So let's consider it all said. I concede everything. You've won. So now let me loose and i won't press charges. I'll go back to mother and tell her a few things.'
Females are incredible! Petulance was looking at me with bright expactancy. I believe she honestly thought I'd buy it. She was spoiled rotten.
'That's not quite the idea,' I said gently.
Her face wa pure dismay.
'Your mother mentioned a few preliminaries, y'know.'
'You aren't paying any attention to that nonsense, surely?'
'You are grossly overdressed.' Talk about cat and mouse! I should have felt a bastard. But I didnt. The remark hit home. She tensed. She'd been thinking about that one too. 'Oh very well.' Her feigned indifference wa laughable. 'I suppose it's something you feel you have to do. You'll find I have nice breasts and there's a good growth of hair
