She might have known it � it was raining again and cold with it. The Master, of course, wore

his waterproof jacket. She was totally naked.





�Lie down there�, pointing to the gravel floor, �and spread your legs wide � now!�



The sharp gravel dug into her breasts and thighs.



�Wider!�



A few strokes of the quirt on her inner thighs encouraged her to spread wider but the Master

was not yet satisfied.



�I want to see a wider spread than that pathetic attempt. You will stay there and practice this

position. When I return I shall expect to see an improvement � if not you will be sorry!�



She was left there, on the gravel, cold and wet and in some considerable discomfort for what

seemed like a long time. She tried to improve her spread but without much success.

Eventually, the Master returned.



�Spread wide � now! Unsatisfactory!�



The quirt came down viciously on her inner thighs. Julie screamed and tried to roll herself

into a ball � the quirt came down on her naked back.



�You have been warned about trying to thwart me and you will pay for this � but later. You

can look forward to it. Now we shall take a short break before we try position number two.�



They went back inside the house � Julie soaking wet, cold and in pain. After a cold lunch it

was back outside into the cold and rain to practice position number two � face up this time

and this was really painful to Julie�s already abused bum and back. Again she was

encouraged to spread and again she was left there to practice for a long time. And again the

result was unsatisfactory, gaining her some more strokes � this time across the front of her

thighs and her stomach. At last she was allowed to go back inside to clean up � and warm up.



�Your performance today has not been satisfactory. You are going to have to do much better

if you want to avoid a trip to the Correction Centre. Tomorrow we shall start on two, more

difficult positions and you had better co-operate. You�ll still have to practice today�s lessons,

of course, as you have a long way to go before you are satisfactory on those.�



By this time, Julie was thinking that a trip to the Correction Centre was probably inevitable.

Heavens, the training today had been impossibly hard and this had only been an �easy� start.

What on earth would tomorrow bring?



�Now, I am going to punish you for thwarting me. Come with me � now!�



Punishment



He took her to the training room where he restrained her, face down, across the vaulting

horse. Her legs were spread and tied to the legs of the horse � her arms likewise. She was

totally at his mercy � and none would be shown.



�I think that two dozen with this martinet would be appropriate.�





He brandished a small, multi-tailed whip with eight rubber thongs, each about a foot long.



�This little whip is made from rubber � it won�t cut you but it will be very painful. You can

scream all you like � no-one will hear you. I am going to enjoy this � I don�t think that you

will, though. And don�t forget to count!�



The whip came down with a crack across the shoulders of the naked, quaking girl. She had

never known pain like it � it felt like fire and it got worse with time. Just as the pain began to

peak, the whip came down again. Had she remembered to count? She really couldn�t

remember. The whip came down again and again and Julie screamed and screamed. When

she eventually lost consciousness the entire backsides of her legs and body were covered in

angry welts again.



She came round some time after the punishment had stopped to find herself alone and still

tied to the horse. Her body felt as if it was on fire but, slowly, the pain eased. After a while,

the master returned and released her � she could hardly stand unaided and had to be helped

back to the kitchen, where a meal had been prepared.



�I hope that you have learned not to thwart me. If you try it again the result will be much

worse for you. That little whip is merely a toy compared to some of the equipment that I

have here. You are probably feeling very sore at the moment but be assured that no

permanent damage has been done � let�s try to keep it that way. Now, eat your food. You

need to keep your strength up because you have a long day�s training tomorrow. And I want

to see better progress than today!�



After the meal, Julie was taken back to her room for the night. This time, before she was

restrained, face upwards, on the bed she remembered to visit the bathroom. She didn�t want a

repetition of yesterday! Lying on her abused back was painful and, as she was stretched

tightly, she couldn�t move around to ease the hurt. Eventually she fell asleep, waking just as

dawn was breaking, feeling very cold and bursting for a pee. Fortunately, she managed to

contain herself until the Master released her so there was no extra punishment this time.



Training Again



The day was much like the previous one had been, except that the weather was a little

warmer. In addition to practicing positions one and two she was introduced to some more

demanding positions but didn�t do very well, earning more than a few �encouragements�. At

least she received no major punishment that day.



Time passed � she lost track of the days and everything tended to become a blur. Some days

were good, with only a few strokes awarded, but others, when she made no progress, were

bad. On two occasions she had to endure the rubber whip again.



Two positions, in particular, were causing her some trouble. One of these, position four,

involved her kneeling with her legs spread wide and her shoulders and breasts on the ground.

Her arms had to be held out from her sides at right-angles to her body. Her arse and genitals

had to be projected backwards and completely exposed. She found it almost impossible to

keep her balance and tended to fall over � each time earning a slash to her exposed cunt. The



other �impossible� position, position five, required her to be on her back with her legs drawn

up so that her ankles were behind her neck. She was still a long way off achieving this,

despite �encouragement� to her exposed genitalia.



Progress was slow � too slow � and one day, after a hard training session, the Master

confronted Julie about this.



�You have been here two weeks now� (had it really only been two weeks?) �and have made

little progress with your training programme. I suspect that you are lazy and have a bad

attitude. I am not prepared to put up with this and I want to see an immediate improvement �

starting tomorrow. In order to encourage you I shall punish you severely tonight.�



Julie quaked at hearing this but then, foolishly, lost her temper.



�What do you expect? I try my best and I�m not double jointed, you know. I don�t want to

stay here any more. I�ve had enough. Get me my things � I�m leaving!�



The Master smiled.



�Well now, I seem to remember an agreement that we had � something about an initial 3-

month period. Let�s see � that means that you have about another 11 weeks to go, by my

reckoning. I also seem to remember something about correct forms of address and instant

obedience. Not looking too good for you, is it?�



�You can�t keep me here � I�m leaving!�



�SIT DOWN AND BE SILENT! You are going nowhere. You have no clothes, no money,

and no idea where you are. And if I release the hounds you won�t get as far as the main gate!

All you have done, by this outburst, is to earn yourself a visit to the Correction Centre. You

wanted to know what was in there so now you will find out. Come with me � now!�



Correction



He took her by the hair and dragged her outside into the courtyard. It was raining again! The

Correction Centre was a little way off, down a path through the woods. It was the same

building that she had glimpsed on her first night there. The Master unlocked a heavy door in

the windowless structure and pushed Julie into a bare, concrete corridor. At the end of the

corridor was a second, heavy door, leading into a large, concrete room. The Master switched

on the harsh, overhead fluorescent lighting.



The first impression that Julie had was that they were in a factory workshop � no home

comforts here. The walls were concrete, the floor was concrete and there were several pieces

of equipment dotted around. She realised, to her horror, that one of these was an old-

fashioned rack and another was a St. Andrew�s cross. Other pieces she did not recognise.

What was that wheel-like structure that dominated the room and what were those cubicles

that looked like shower stalls � and why did they have iron rings set into the floor?



On the walls hung an immense variety of punishment implements � bullwhips, horsewhips,

carriage whips, cat-o-nine tails, martinets, crops, canes, floggers, as well as some very



sinister-looking metal instruments. There also seemed to be some electrical apparatus along

one wall.



�Impressive isn�t it? I had this centre built specially and at no little expense. Some of the

equipment I designed myself and the whole building is double-skinned in foot-thick concrete.

You could have a rock band playing at full power in here and you wouldn�t hear a thing

outside these walls. Now, I am going to restrain you in the sluice overnight so that you can

contemplate the error of your ways. In the morning I am going to whip you severely.�



�Master, I am truly sorry. I will try harder so please don�t whip me.�



�Begging for mercy will not help you � quite the reverse, in fact. You have just earned

yourself 50 extra strokes.�



�But � but ��



�100 extra, plus ten for not addressing me correctly!�



Sluice



Julie�s heart sank � whatever she did only seemed to make things worse. What now and what

was the sluice? She would soon find out.



The Master took a metal collar from the wall and quickly slipped it around Julie�s neck. He

then dragged her across to one of the �shower cubicles�, forced her to the ground and attached

her collar to a metal ring in the floor with a very short chain. She maybe had six inches of

movement.



�You will spend the night here and we shall meet again in the morning � I look forward to it.�



He then left the room, closing the door behind him and turning out the lights. Julie was left

lying naked on the cold floor in total darkness.



�But why is it called the sluice?� she thought.



Her question was soon answered as jets of icy cold water suddenly erupted from vents in the

walls of the cubicle, soaking her from head to foot. And then the diabolical design of the

sluice became apparent. The water level rose until, at full stretch, she could just about keep

her nose and mouth above its level. After a while the water jets ceased but the level only

reduced a little � she still had to strain all of the time. Soon she was in agony from her

cramped muscles. And that wasn�t the end of it � the whole process repeated itself at 30-

minute intervals throughout the long, long night.



She completely lost track of time and when the Master returned it was almost a relief. The

water level in the cubicle reduced to zero and her collar was unfastened. There was no

danger of her getting away � the door was locked and, in any case, she was incapable of

standing.





�Good morning Julie. At least it�s a good morning for me � less good for you I think. Now

we�ll proceed with your whipping � I hope that you�re ready for it � it will be quite an

experience for you.�



Wheel



He attached metal bracelets to her ankles and wrists and dragged her across to the wheel-like

structure that she had seen earlier. She was attached to the rim of the wheel by her restraints,

legs and arms pulled wide apart. Her body was the wheel hub and her limbs were the spokes.