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Mrs. Jones said: "I'm telling Lisa, keep that on your head to
remind me what a filthy beast you are."

I thought this was a bit over the top but I tried not to say
anything because that's always the best policy with these women.

She found another switch in her closet and started whipping me.
I ran downstairs to the laundry room to deposit all the clothes
I had been picking up.

Lisa heard the commotion and followed me. She saw me with the
panty on my head and then she heard Mrs. Jones yelling and
following me.

Lisa said: "What happened?"

Gladys said: "I caught this filthy beast sniffing my underwear."

Lisa said: "Harry get into the whipping horse. Gladys and I will
talk."

I fastened my ankles and one hand. I couldn't leave at that
point so I had to wait. Thirty or 40 minutes later Lisa came in
and sat in the chair.

She said: "Harry what were you doing?"

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Lisa, I picked them up and without
thinking I sniffed them and Mrs. Jones walked in just then and
she struck me and put them on my head and called me names and
you saw the rest."

Lisa said: "Harry were you doing a bad thing?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lisa said: "Gladys wants to deal with you, shall I let her?"

I said: "Miss Lisa, I am your property and I'm at your mercy."

Lisa said: "You want me to decide?"

I thought of course she decides but I knew she wanted help, I
said: "You might ask her what she has in mind, if it doesn't
entail cutting off my fingers, you might be inclined to allow it
but if it does then I hope you don't."

While I was talking Lisa fastened my free wrist and the waist
strap so I was immobilized. My next visitor was Mrs. Jones.

She said: "You will receive two whippings. One tonight and the
other sometime later. After your whipping you will come into the
den and Lisa and I will watch you standing in the corner with my
underwear on your head. Then you will wash the panties and fold
them and put them in my drawer. When I wear them again you will
receive your second whipping. Please examine them carefully
because you will have to identify them. And since you're a
filthy beast I will give you a job suitable for people like
you."

I expected to get whipped but I had no idea what she was
planning. I said: "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry for what I did and I'm
at your mercy."

Mrs. Jones said: "I think you're sorry I caught you, and not at
all sorry about what you did, okay no more talking."

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack,
whack, whack, whack, whack. I screamed, begged for mercy and
struggled but nothing stopped her except probably the redness of
my ass and legs which felt like they were being shredded.

Then I was released and I stood in the corner, the strange thing
was that I kept getting faint whiffs from the panties. I was
somewhat consoled that Lisa approved whatever Mrs. Jones was
going to do.

Lisa said: "Harry you may make dinner, but after dinner your
punishment will resume."

I said: "Yes ma'am, shall I remove the panty while I'm serving
you?"

Lisa said: "I don't mind, Gladys can he keep them on?"

Gladys said: "Yes keep them on.

I made and served dinner wearing my leg warmers, a t-shirt and
panties on my head.

After I removed the dishes and cleaned the table Mrs. Jones
said: "You. Back into the corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and went to the corner.

After about an hour Mrs. Jones said: "You may wash the underwear
on your head and the rest of the laundry. Make sure you can
identify the panties on your head later."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

That evening while I was undressing Lisa she said: "Have you
sniffed my panties?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lisa said: "Shall I punish you for that?"

I said: "I have two answers; the first is 'I'm at your mercy
ma'am,' the second is that I try to obey all of your rules and
mostly succeed and this is such a small thing."

Lisa said: "You're saying there is no rule against doing it."

I said: "No ma'am."

Lisa said: "Let's add it to the book."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lisa said: "Not mine or anyone else's."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lisa said: "I think if you get punished for sniffing Gladys's
panties that you should get the same for sniffing mine."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I understand."

Lisa said: "Shall I ask Gladys to just double everything or
would you like me to do the punishing?"

I said: "It's all about what you want, ma'am, but I think you
might decide on the basis of whether you would enjoy
administering it yourself."

Lisa said: "Okay, after you learn what Gladys is planning you
can ask me to do the same."

The next day heading to work Mrs. Jones and I were silent in the
car. When we arrived Mrs. Jones instructed me to go to her
office. She gave me a pager and told me to wear it. She said:
"You will keep that with you 7 days a week. When it rings you
will join me immediately."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

About an hour after that the pager buzzed and I visited Mrs.
Jones.

Mrs. Jones said: "Come with me." She led me into the small
private toilet off her office. She told me to kneel down.

I knew what to do but I waited for her instructions.

She said: "Since you like to sniff, I'll give you the real
thing, remove my underwear."

I did and kept silent.

She sat down and peed and told me to wipe her. And I did. She
stood and I pulled her panties up. Mrs. Jones said: "Evidently
you've done this before. In a few months you will be bored doing
this but I will force you to do it. Did you notice the panty? Is
it the same one? Incorrect answers get you a beating as well as
not correctly identifying the panty you sniffed. How would you
like a beating every night for a week?"

I shuddered, I said: "No ma'am that is not the panty I sniffed."

Mrs. Jones said: "That is correct, wash your hands and go back
to work."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Twice more I joined Mrs. Jones in her toilet during that day. On
the way home I asked: "Mrs. Jones, what should I do if I'm with
a client and the pager goes off?"

Mrs. Jones said: "You should be asking me what I will do if you
don't come right away."

I said: "What will Mrs. Jones do if I don't come right away?"

Mrs. Jones said: "If rarely you don't come you will receive six
strokes each time, if it becomes more frequent the number will
go up. Do you understand what that means?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, it means I'd better come, including excusing
myself from my customers."

Mrs. Jones said: "That would be a good policy."

I told Lisa that night about Mrs. Jones's punishment program.

Lisa said: "Would you like to do that for me?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lisa said: "I'll give you the first beating after dinner."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I didn't think Lisa was really going to beat me. But after
dinner Lisa sent me to get into the spanking rack. She came in a
while later and fastened my free hand and the waist strap.

Lisa said: "I've observed the effect the strap has on you so I
will use it. You have to count and thank me. Strokes that don't
get counted and thanked won't count. I'm not telling you how
many you will get. Are you ready?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

It turned out to be much much worse than I had thought. Maybe
all that tennis strengthened my goddess, but every stroke was
excruciating. I wanted to discuss my choices; they were made on
a wrong assumption. I didn't think I would last but after
twenty-five she stopped.

Lisa said: "You did very well Harry, you didn't get a single
extra stroke." She released a hand and removed the belt and gave
me the key so I could release the rest.

I was afraid to raise the subject of what changed; I hadn't
expected her to whip me so hard.

Lisa said: "You're wondering how it was that I could whip you
now, I've been talking to Carol frequently since you returned
home and she has been encouraging me. Recently she has been
recommending sending you for remedial training. She doesn't
think you should be sleeping unrestrained with me. She thinks
I'm too soft on you."

I didn't know what to say.

Lisa continued: "Carol said that unless you feared me you would
become complacent and not a good slave. I've been following
Carol's advice all this time but now I want to do it my way. I
want you to know that I'm willing to do whatever so you don't
become complacent and I want you to know you have reason to fear
me. Would you like a repeat of this whipping?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Lisa said: "So I saved you from having to go to remedial
training."

I said: "Thank you ma'am, but I work harder than I ever worked
before and I'm in constant fear that it's not good enough for
you. I try to anticipate what you want and prevent problems
presenting themselves to you. And of course I do what you tell
me to."

Lisa said: "You didn't anticipate me needing to go to the
toilet?"

I said: "I'm ready to go with you Miss Lisa."

While I was on my knees patting Lisa dry she said: "I'm not a
good mistress in Carol's eyes but she thinks you're a good
slave."

I said: "You are a great mistress."

Lisa said: "You say that to all your mistresses."

I said: "My life is filled with you, I dress you, bathe you,
feed you, make money for you, everything is about you and you
demand it all. I can't do more so it wouldn't make sense to
demand more, so measured that way you are a perfect mistress."

Lisa said: "This situation is unique because you're unique. And
I appreciate you. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not planning on
easing up on you, but all this came about because you asked for
it and now I like my freedom and I like my slave." She bent over
and wrapped her arms around my head forcing me down into her and
I would have stayed there forever.

I said: "Miss Lisa, I don't mean to be disrespectful but I am so
much in awe of how you have developed."

Lisa said: "It's a little counter-intuitive that to treat you
better I have to actually beat you, but we do what we have to,
and I promise you will get all that you deserve;" and she kissed
me.

Lisa's program is identical to Mrs. Jones'. I get six strokes
for not responding to Lisa's call button and more if there are
lots of non responses, and I will get another beating when she
wears the panties she has on again. My nightmare is if both
ladies need me at the same time.

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