Chapter 3 Three

As I rooted through the fridge, I asked, "What did your diet mainly consist of?"

"Scraps from my trainer's plate, Mommy."

I nodded, removing leftovers from the previous night. "We will go over most of my rules after dinner. Ones you need to know now: you may speak freely unless otherwise instructed as long as you are respectful, and you must always ask for permission before eating. If I'm not here, you will ask Miles."

Jane whined but nodded.

Miles appeared at the doorway, patiently waiting to be acknowledged so he wouldn't interrupt. I put the leftover soup in the microwave for a few minutes.

"Nonverbal responses are only acceptable when they are for confirmation. If I ask you a question, you will respond verbally." I turned to the older slave. "Yes?"

"All chores are finished, and the cage is in the living room, Miss Jung."

"Good. Put Krystal's papers on my desk. I'll look over them tomorrow. You both may relax for the evening."

Miles gulped. "I'm afraid she hasn't finished yet, ma'am."

"And when were you planning on informing me of that?"

"I-I..."

"Go ahead. When were you going to mention that? Because I seem to remember saying her lessons take precedence."

"Ma'am, I didn't know until -- "

"You didn't know? So did you forget to check or did she lie to you?"

Miles was silent for a few moments, before whispering, "She told me she was finished, Miss Jung."

"Her lies should have been the first thing you said."

"I didn't think it was of importance, Miss. She's... she's finishing up now." Miles said quietly.

I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. "So you weren't going to tell me at all?"

He remained silent.

I stalked across the kitchen and landed my palm on his cheek. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jane flinch from the sound. "I asked you a question."

"No," came his meek response, "I wasn't going to tell you, Ma'am."

"Ensure she actually finishes this time. Both of you will wait for me in the basement when she's finished."

His pained expression worsened, but he knew there was nothing he could do but make it worse. "Of course, Miss Jung. Is there anything else?"

"No. Now go. I'll be down then."

Miles nodded and disappeared through the doorway.

After taking a deep breath, I turned around to deal with the now-beeping microwave. Jane was hunched down, obviously trying to make himself look as small as possible. I stirred the soup and put it back in for another two minutes. "Tell me about yourself."

"What would you like to know, mommy?"

"Hmm, well, for starters -- will I find any interesting bits in your file?"

She looked away. "I don't know, mommy."

"Oh? You know absolutely nothing about yourself?"

"I-I've never seen it, so I wouldn't know what's in it, Mommy. I don't think there's anything good in it," she whimpered.

"Go sit at the table." I dished the soup into bowls and placed one in front of her, then sat across from her with my own bowl. "Why do you think it's all bad?"

"M-My trainer tried to s-sell me privately first but no one wan-wanted me."

"Sometimes they're just not presenting to the right client."

She only nodded weakly.

"You may eat now."

Jane finally realized I set a bowl in front of him. "I can eat all of it, Master?"

"Yes, pet -- as long as you don't make yourself sick. Stop when you are full."

"Thank you, mommy." She moaned at the first bite, then blushed profusely.

I'd be hearing plenty of that soon enough. I smirked, taking a bite myself.

We finished the meal in silence. "Put the bowls in the sink." She obeyed, and I lifted her up onto the counter. She winced as the counter hit her inflamed ass and thighs. "We're going to go over my rules now."

She nodded, her tail twitching behind him.

"What rules do you know already of mine, Jane?" I spread her legs and stood in between them, causing her breathing to hitch.

"Don't run away, ask to eat, always answer verbally, and... Drink four cups of water everyday."

"Good. Until I give you chores to do, you must ask to leave the room. If you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you will wake me up. You are not allowed to pull away from me or push me away from you. Period. If there's something I'm doing that upsets you that much, you may ask me to stop. However, you are mine, and I will do what I want. Your life will be a lot easier if you don't physically resist me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Have you ever masturbated before?"

She flinched at the memory. "O-Once, Mommy."

"What happened? Did you cum?"

No, Mommy. My, my trainer caught me and wh-whipped me. I, I didn't know I wasn't supposed to..."

"You are not allowed to masturbate without permission. The same goes with cumming. Even if you have permission to touch does not mean you may cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good. If you pleasure yourself without permission, I'll flog your pussy."

She squeaked, trying to close her legs. I didn't move, so she covered her crotch with her hands instead. "I won't, mommy!"

"If you disobey, you will confess. You will still be punished for what you did; however, it will be much worse if I find out some other way - and I always find out. Got it?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"List all of the rules."

She did so flawlessly; I stroked her cheek.

"Good girl. As long as you obey without hesitation and follow the rules, I won't have to punish you." I helped her off the counter. "Let's go downstairs."

She followed me, but I heard a whimper escape from her lips as we passed the living room. I glanced back and saw her looking at her cage.

"You may sleep in my room most nights if you behave."

"Really?"

"Mhmm." We descended the stairs and passed through the two large doors. I pointed to a wave-shaped sex bench near one wall. "Go sit over there, Jane."

She obeyed, and I turned to face my other two slaves, both kneeling in the middle of the room.

"When has it ever been acceptable to lie, Krystal?"

The sixteen-year-old kept her eyes trained on the floor. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I didn't think it would matter as long as I still finished it tonight..."

Not satisfied with her answer, I repeated myself.

"Never, Ma'am."

I walked over to the rack of implements, selecting a bullwhip. "Miles, take off your shirt."

Krystal's eyes widened. "Ma'am, it was only my fault. He - "

"Quiet. Your father sealed his fate when he decided he was going to hide your lie from me."

I delivered ten blows to his back; he lurched a bit and grunted with each one but managed to remain upright.

As I returned the whip, Miles quietly said, "Thank you, Master. I'll do better."

"Krystal , you've earned fifteen with the cane. Pants down and bend over the bar."

The girl swallowed hard but nodded and obeyed. It wasn't the worst she had ever received, but it had been a while since her last legitimate punishment. I secured her wrists to the base.

Back at the rack, I selected a thin rattan cane and held it out to Miles. He looked up at me in confusion. After a moment, his features shifted to understanding, then pain. He knew there was no point in requesting not to have to beat his daughter - I had already made up my mind.

"I need to know you can still be trusted to oversee her lessons. If you cannot handle being hard on my slave, she will be sent to someone who can."

His head snapped back up in horror, and he hurried to take the cane from me. "I can do it, Miss Jung. You can trust me!"

I nodded once. "Then prove it."

He stood and slowly moved over to Krystal. After taking a deep breath, he began the assault, expertly landing strokes close together but not overlapping. At eight, Oliver was crying, and by the end he was sobbing uncontrollably. Miles crossed the last two strokes in an X, then stepped back and lowered his head to wait for further instructions.

I uncuffed Krystal, helped her stand, and redressed her. I kept an arm around her until I was sure she was steady on her feet. "Have some dinner and call it an early night." As I approached the exit, Jane followed without needing to be told.