Page 126 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

"I know, I know," Will said, pushing his hands against an invisible table in a settle down motion. "Bros before hos kind of thing. Paddling the girl you broke up with is probably even worse than dating the girl you broke up with, and this was even before you'd broken up with her."

David nodded, his jaw still set with anger.

"I do want to make sure you heard what Liam said about not uncovering her nakedness. With the exception of the preparation you just saw, which Maud is now getting just like Mandy did and is always done by another girl, that's a hard and fast rule here. The next time Maud gets naked it will be because you took her panties off, whether to punish her or to fuck her. One thing we recommend, especially at the beginning, is that you be in charge of your girl's underwear. You'll probably even want to instruct her to call you for permission to use the toilet."

"Jesus," David said. He found it a little difficult to believe how hard that idea got him. He had a little experience of dominating a submissive girlfriend — Monica, who Will had rightly suggested would enjoy getting spanked — but it appeared that this secret society went well beyond hairbrushes and occasional anal sex.

"Look," Will continued, clearly knowing he had a checkmate on his next move. "You and I both know that you couldn't have made this happen. We both know that if I had asked you if you wanted the society's tribunal to take up Maud's case you would have said no even though you would have wanted to say yes. This is the way it works here — the way it's worked for more than a hundred years. Girls like Maud need taking in hand, and guys like you and me can do it. But the way the world is set up these days doesn't make it easy. That's where the tribunal comes in."

He pushed a button the remote, and the monitor came back to life, showing Maud stepping naked out of the tub, helped by Alice. To his amazement, David saw that between her legs she had already been shaved with the clippers he now noticed on a nearby counter. Her sweet little pout of a pussy peeped out already, saucily and pinkly between the paler outer lips that now had only a short light brown stubble remaining upon them. The look on her face seemed that of someone in a trance.

Before he could even react, Will had changed the scene on the monitor, and David now saw what must be the chamber of discipline. Mandy knelt on a sort of little prie-dieu in the center of a room that resembled a judicial chamber: green carpet and green baize upon the long table at which three distinguished-looking middle-aged men dressed in robes like Will's presided.

On the walls hung paintings that seemed to be scenes from mythology: David thought he could make out, though, that the gods seemed to be enjoying themselves with their nymphs rather more wickedly than was usual in such art. An armless, high-backed chair of dark, carved wood stood prominently against the wall to the side of the table.

Behind Mandy stood another, younger, man, also dressed in one of the robes. The look upon his face seemed slightly less assured than the expressions worn by the men who clearly made up the tribunal.

"That's her master," Will said, pointing to the younger man. "Oh, that reminds me. Look in the closet — you should get into your robe and your shorts. Don't worry — I promise you won't miss anything. They're just getting started. "

In the walk-in closet David found his own robe, and hanging inside it, a rather mystifying pair of knee-length, tight-fitting cotton shorts. The mystery lay in the way they seemed open at the front, so that his cock and balls would hang free. "Will?" he called. "About the shorts?"

He heard Will laugh. "Yup. No underwear. You'll see on the video in a few moments how effective they are."

Feeling a little self-conscious, but also already suspecting in what way the shorts would prove effective, David took off his jeans, t-shirt, and boxers, and donned the garb he had already begun to think of as the ceremonial robes of the society into which it seemed he had been recruited. When he emerged, with the robe belted and the shorts underneath starting to make him feel, well, quite dominant, he saw on the monitor that the camera had focused in on Mandy's pretty face, which, wreathed in dark, wavy tresses done into a loose chignon, bore upon it a marvelous, ambiguous expression. David recognized the expression from Maud's face, when he fucked her: hoping for dominance, yearning to submit, but terrified of what it would mean to admit that need to herself.

The patient, but stern voice came from off camera. "…refused to allow your master —"

"He's not my m–master," Mandy protested half-heartedly, but her furrowed brow seemed to say otherwise.

"Silence!" said another male voice. "Mr. Gresham, may I invite you to show your girl her master?"

The angle changed, to show the man who stood behind Mandy stepping forward, around her, to stand between Mandy and the table. He started to unbelt his robe.

"I believe," said the first voice, which David could now see belonged to the man who sat at the center of the table, "that you can reason out where you must now look, Mandy."

Mr. Gresham, fit and blond, had his robe open, and, yes, David could see exactly how effective the shorts were: the cock sprang up and the scrotum hung there right in front of Mandy's face, and she did know where she had to keep her eyes. The black cotton of the shorts made it terribly plain how her master's dominance would be exercised.

"You have been a bad girl, Mandy Parker, but from now on your master Mr. Gresham will ensure that you know his rights and your duties. No longer will you refuse your anus to him, when he wishes to enjoy you back there, and to train you to please him with that sweet bottom of yours. Look at the hard cock in front of you, and understand that you must serve it from now on. You will take it in your mouth, and in your cunt, and in your anus, when your master wishes to put it there, and you will thank him for honoring your body that way."

Short little puffs of breath came from Mandy's nostrils, as if she kept her mouth closed as not to have the cock pushed inside it.

"Mr. Gresham," the man who David felt sure must be the chairman of the tribunal said, "would you care to punish Mandy now, or would you like to enjoy her mouth and save the punishment for later?"

Chapter Six

Justice

"When I open the door," Alice told Maud, "you'll walk in, with your eyes downcast, and take your place on the kneeling desk in the center of the room."

Maud stood in the same place from which she had watched Mandy depart half an hour before, to a fate Maud could hardly guess at despite knowing that terrible shame must play the most important role in it. She trembled, looking at the heavy door of dark oak that looked all too appropriate for the entrance to a tribunal.

To wear nothing but a black lace thong and a matching bra; to know that under the thong Alice had just painfully waxed away her chestnut curls: those things would mortify Maud all by themselves. The idea that she must now appear before some sort of court, and receive some kind of judgment… the idea that the tribunal would award her to David… and the thought of what might follow — it all made Maud want to sink through the floor.

Even worse that she couldn't now deny to herself — though she would most certainly continue to deny to other people, especially David — that her own body had become a traitor. Sitting on her paddled bottom all day at work and driving down here to this strange mansion she had tried to keep her mind on the need simply to get through whatever this was. But the thought of whatever it was, and the thought of David being there, made her tingle all over, beginning with the lingering smart of her bottom-cheeks and moving from there to the places next to it that she struggled not to touch all day.

She would get through this, she told herself grimly. She would play David's friend's sex game, because she loved David, and then she would reclaim him. Once she proved her love for him, Maud felt certain, he wouldn't need to talk about spanking her, would he? She did want to be his good girl, after all — and what was wrong with that?

But then it had all gone so very strange, and wrong, so very quickly: the butler, the parking attendant, the grand foyer… and then, so suddenly, this bathroom and the door locking behind Maud and the sight of Mandy with her panties in her mouth. At the same time, her mind had rejected the scene and her body had simply melted at the sight of it.

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