Chapter 2 Two

I pulled down my long driveway and parked. "I'll be back."

"Pl-Please don't l-leave me, Mommy."

"I'll be back," I repeated and walked into the house.

"Good afternoon, Miss Jung," Miles greeted from the top of the stairs.

"The items you requested are on the table to your left. Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?"

"No, proceed with your chores and don't bother with dinner tonight. Make sure Krystal has finished her lessons on time and have her bring the cage from the car into the living room after helping with the chores."

His eyes lit up with mention of her daughter. I knew he worried I would turn to Krystal if I grew bored of occasionally using Jane to satisfy my needs; he was no doubt excited that fear could be placated for a while if I was keeping a new slave.

"Yes, ma'am." He vanished back to where he appeared from.

I tucked the jockstrap into my pocket and picked up the thin leash and collar, then returned outside.

I opened the trunk hatch and unlocked the cage.

"Please, Mommy," she whimpered, "I learned my lesson. Please d-don't leave me again. I won't try to run away again."

I paused. Was her isolation anxiety really that bad? She was alone for maybe five minutes. I shook my head - that didn't matter right now. I was still too pissed to care. "Your punishment hasn't started yet." I secured the collar around her neck and clipped the leash onto it. I led her into the house and down to the basement.

The finished space was heavily sound-proofed and ran under the entire house, making it the perfect place for a dungeon. Half of the ceiling was covered by a grid of metal bars and the other half had eyelets in key locations for suspension or restraint. A rack of various chains and cuffs accompanied the display of my collection of canes, whips, and other tools along one wall. There were several pieces of furniture I could use if the mood would strike, but I usually preferred open space, so they were scattered about the perimeter except for a bar that stood a little below waist height and was bolted to the floor.

I stopped a few feet from the display, allowing Jane to take everything in before I spoke."Kneel. Hands behind your back, knees spread open, and forehead on the floor." She obeyed, so I continued, "If I send you down here before I come down, this is how you will wait for me. If you move from this position without my permission, I will add five strokes with a cane before whatever I have planned. During punishment, you will count and thank me for each one. It is your responsibility to keep your tail up and out of my way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Stand up."

She obeyed, and I ripped off the garment that covered his coochie and ass. She instantly gasped and tried to cover herself . I wasn't having that, however, and chained her arms above her head so she had to stand on the balls of her feet. "Never try to hide any part of you from me. You are mine."

She whimpered, watching me trail my fingers over a few different whips.

"Tell me what you did wrong."

"I, I tried to run away, Mommy."

"Mhmm, and what's the number one rule they taught you?"

"...never try to escape"

I decided on a 40-strand rubber flogger and turned to face her. "So why did you?"

"I was scared, M-mommy."

"Is that a sufficient reason to disobey your Mommy?"

"I -"

"It's a yes or no question. Is there ever a good reason to disobey your Mistress?" I circled around her, trailing the flogger over her ass.

"No, Mommy."

"You're getting fifty lashes. Remember: you will count and thank me for each lash."

"Y-Yes, Mom-ah!" I delivered the first lash to his left ass cheek, catching her off guard.

She whimpered, "One. Thank you, Mommy."

I alternated the first twenty blows between her ass cheeks. When her ass was sufficiently red, I moved to the backs of her thighs and evenly spaced out the following twenty. I circled around to her front, directing the last ten lashes to her mid-thighs.

"Fifty. Thank you, Mo-mmy ," she forced out between sobs. "I'm so sorry, Mommy."

I released the restraints, and she collapsed into my arms. "You did well." I held her and stroked her head until she stopped crying and her breathing slowed. "Now," I lifted her chin so he had to look at me. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, Mommy," she replied, biting her lip.

"Was that so hard, Jane?" Her ears lowered.

"N-No, Mommy." I pulled out the G-string and handed it to her. "Put this on."

She hesitated but didn't protest. I clipped the leash back onto her collar, though I let it hang.

"Follow me." I led her to the kitchen, grabbing a throw pillow from the living room on the way, and immediately filled a glass with water. "You must drink a minimum of four full glasses of water. It is your responsibility to get enough water everyday, and I will not necessarily remind you. Failure to do so will result in punishment; however, if you lie to me about drinking more than you did, it will be much more severe. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy." I dropped the pillow on the floor, directing her to kneel. I handed her the glass and turned to the fridge to determine what to have for dinner.