As I was watching that brutal flogging, I wondered what Sylvia had done to deserve such a sadistic punishment. Maybe she was like the broad in one of the cells at the auction in Switzerland who was cursing and swearing at them unil they heard quite enough and tazed her. When the well-whipped lass was helped to the barn, the doctor and nurse accompanied her.

A day later Cruella and Laura entered the barn. Even in clothes my old barn mate looked sexy as hell. I'm sure the ladies saw my hard-on. Maybe one day, I thought.

Cruella smiled. "We have something different planned for you today slave" A quizzical look appeared on my face as she tossed Laura a set of iron handcuffs. "Cuff him!" I could tell Laura was somewhat reluctant. The Head Mistress saw hesitation. "You wanna go back to being a barn slave bitch!?"...."No Mistress, I'm sorry!"

Laura put the cuffs on me while Cruella put a collar around my neck and attached a four foot leash. "Follow us boy!" Past the whipping post, past the corrall where ponygirls were pulling horse carts, past the bunkhouse over to a rustic looking building that I hadn't seen before, the two ladies led me.

Inside the house I was flabberghasted. There was BDSM equipment all over one floor. A spanking bench, a St Andrews cross, chains hanging the ceiling, a table with stirrups overhead, a rack, and various paddles, whips, rope and clamps were scattered around the one room. Even Laura gasped. Apparently she hadn't seen this before either.

"Ah, such a choice, where to we start boy?" Cruella said with wicked laugh. "And Laura, pay attention, you will be required to emulate me if you want to still be my Domme-trainee!"...."Yes ma'am."

"Let's put Peter over the spanking horse." Mistress Cruella led me over a sturdy wooden device that resembled a sawhorse. "Remove his cuffs!" The Domme removed the leash and forced me to lean over in a jack-knifed position with my buttocks presented conveniently with my hands and feet anchored to the cuffs on the floor. Taking down three different paddles, she smiled wickedly. "What this slave does't know is that I know Mistress Merrill his old owner, and she told me how well Peter can take a spanking." I gasped when I heard that.

"See Laura these three paddles?"...."Yes ma'am."... "As you can see, this first one is made of soft leather, wimpy slaves get this." I felt the thwap across my upturned butt and barely flinched. She tossed it across the room. "Then there's this one, harder leather that is long enough to cover both cheeks in one swat, like this." She gave me ten hard swats without let-up. My ass felt heated up for sure, but I took it without a flinch. I could see Cruella looking at Laura. "Getting wet?"...."Yes ma'am."

"Then we have this one made of solid oak, yes a wooden paddle." I gulped. "We're going to give him ten, I will give him five and you will give him the next five! ..."Yes ma'am."

I howled when the first blow landed. Mistress Merrill had used a wooden paddle on me once. The second one had me repeating the same reaction. Three,four and five were well spaced apart so I could endure them easier, but my ass felt like it was on fire nevertheless.

I heard Cruella talking to Laura. "Make him beg for mercy, and no slacking. If I think you are letting up, I will put you over the horse next!" I sensed the ladies changing positions. I felt the flat end of the paddle touching my already warm butt cheeks. ...Why was I getting a hard-on?...

Then THWAPP!...I tried to be stoic, but it was no use. I howled. "Atta girl! You're learning." Then again Laura slammed the solid piece of shiny wood savagely against both cheeks. I threw my head back and yanked on the chains that had me anchored to the horse. I could feel sweat beading on my eyebrows. The third one had me screaming, the fourth one had me begging for mercy and the fifth one had me blubbering.

Then I heard Cruella again. "Good job baby, come here so I can give you a kiss....I have a fucking lake between my legs, there's a bed downstairs. Let's leave our slave boy where he is for now."