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.
