Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2012 10:25:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steve Buys A Slave, Part Twenty-Six

STEVE BUYS A SLAVE
A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)

Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

PART TWENTY-SIX

The two of them were so close to being drunk that they though it would be
hilarious to have me strip.  I protested and Karl then accused me of
wanting to back out of the bet - and I certainly didn't want to lose the
opportunity of taking his money off him, so I did.  Karl then picked up my
boxers and went to pull them over my head.  "No way....", I protested, and
he then made some remark to Reb about the fact that I must not be very
clean as I was worried about my boxers, so I agreed.

Once my boxers were over my face and I smelt that delicious male scent that
there always is when you've been wearing underwear all day, I felt myself
start to stiffen and did everything I could to try to stop it.  Karl then
decided that I could still see through the thin cotton, so my sweatshirt
was pulled down on top of that, pressing my boxers tightly over my nose and
intensifying the sensation.

I then heard a lot of giggling and shuffling around as I guessed Karl and
Reb were moving from side to side so I'd have no clue as to which was
which. And then the unmistakable sounds of them undressing as they
whispered to each other that I certainly wasn't going to get a clue from
feeling Karl's jeans and Reb's shorts.  When finally they agreed they were
ready, and Karl had again reminded me that there was to be no groping or
touching with my hands, I knelt down and pulled the sweat and boxers up -
pointing out that I still couldn't see, but that it was suffocating me and
I needed to be able to breathe.  They accepted this, so I then shuffled
close to where I knew they were standing, and pressed forward and began to
smell their crotches.

Reb was easy to identify - and as luck would have it he was the first one I
tried - I was used to his strong masculine scent from the sweat that poured
off him.  And to confirm it I reached out with my tongue and gently licked
at his dick - I could feel the flange around his head and as I then gently
licked at it I could feel him start to stiffen, especially as I
concentrated on the little 'pleasure triangle' that I'd allowed him to be
left with when he was 'skinned.  I knew from seeing him come out of the
shower that Karl was uncut, and so I could have stopped it there and then,
but I decided to start the next step in Karl's education.

Moving sideways, I then buried my nose into Karl's pubes - his hair was a
lot longer and scratchier than Reb's as he'd never been trimmed, and when I
licked at his dick I could feel the hair all around the bottom of the
shaft.  I concentrated on it, though, and soon I was rewarded by the
feeling of Karl's dick beginning to stir... And after that it didn't take
all that much persistence to get him fully erect.  There was the extra
confirmation that I was right then as my lips felt the moist sweet taste of
his dick head that was covered in pre-cum and now revealed as he'd 'skinned
back.

"This is Karl", I cried, and pulled the stuff off my eyes and stood up.
There in front of me were Karl and Reb both naked and both erect.  I still
had a T on, and now pulled my boxers on too so as I felt that that gave me
a position of power over them - most naked guys are instinctively
subservient to a clothed one, I guess.

"That's not fair....", Karl started, blushing with embarrassment.  He began
to grope around o n the floor for his clothes, whist at the same time
attempting to hide his erection with one hand, an effort doomed to failure.

"Not fair?  You ordered me to strip.  You blindfolded me.  You said no
touching or groping with my hands....  You set the conditions, Karl, so how
is it not fair?  So pay up - or...."  I was about to say 'pay a forfeit',
which would have been interesting as I could see how far Karl would go, but
I remembered the money.  "....or I'll ask Reb what the marines do to guys
who Welsh on bets.  I don't suppose you want to be known as the guy who
doesn't pay up... I reckon Jake would be very disappointed in his big
brother...."

Karl had pulled his jeans on now and stood there looking indecisive.  Reb
half turned to him and said quietly "Steve's right... You did set the
conditions, and although he won unconventionally, he did win, following the
rules... I guess you'd better pay up."

"But it's all I've got... Until Steve pays me.... I'll be penniless...."

"Pay day will be at the end of the month, and not before.  And what do you
need money for any way?  You can keep working alongside Reb, and he doesn't
have any as he's a slave."

I could see Karl's muscles tensing and his fists clenching as if he was
preparing for a fight.  Reb saw this too as he put his hands on Karl's
shoulders and said "Come on, buddy - cool it!  It's not that bad - we can
do without a beer for the next couple of weeks.  And it means I won't have
to feel guilty for always being bought for, and to not be able to pay you
back."

And that seemed to be that.  The two of them started to watch TV, and by
the time Jake got back from work at Ray and Stu's it was as if nothing had
happened - except that I had Jake's money, and was feeling pretty pleased
with myself as I'd also got Jake to be erect in front of Reb and me - he'd
never been concerned about coming out of the shower, as I've told you, but
there's a world of difference between that and actually having your erect
dick on display, isn't there?

The following day I was sorely tempted to go and buy myself a second-hand
phone, but I had more pressing needs and instead went to the slave supply
stores.  Slave clothing isn't all that expensive, of course - well, not the
sort you'd buy for a gardener or labourer: 'costumes' that you'd put your
household servants in can be a lot more expensive, and a full 'livery' with
piped gold seams and stuff like that can of course cost a fortune.  All I
needed were some simple slave shorts - I chose some in cheap synthetic
shiny grey material, with low waistbands and cut high on the thigh - and
tops, where again I chose the same shiny synthetic grey material.  I was
surprised at how little they weighed, but I still had change form Jake's
money, and they'd suit my purposes well.

As I wanted the evening to go well, I also went to the grocers and prided
myself on being a real clever shopper now as I scoured the shelves for
bargains and BOGOFFs, and even got some quite exotic fruit that was on its
last day to be sold.

All four of us enjoyed the thick stew I'd cooked and Reb and Karl filled
themselves up by having two baked potatoes each.  Then they wanted to go
out to a bar, and I pointed out that they had no money.  There was no big
match on TV, and Jake was going to be home as he wasn't working that night,
and I thought it would be great to relax with a movie.  We couldn't agree
on what to watch, of course, and I didn't want to be sickened by the sight
of guys fucking vilely pneumatically-breasted women which would have been
the choice of Karl and Reb (not that Reb had a vote in it, as I reminded
him).  So finally Jake suggested we play cards, and Karl said that this was
stupid as he and Reb had no cash, and playing poker without money was
utterly pointless.

"Well we could play strip poker", I suggested.  "We can all start off the
same - Ts, underwear, shorts or jeans, socks..."

"What a fucking fag thing to suggest...", Karl snapped.

"Didn't you ever do it in the barracks?" Jake responded, seemingly annoyed
at how Karl was still treating me. "Most of the guys I was with did when
we'd run out of cash, or cigarettes or chocolate bars or anything else to
bet with.  We didn't think it was 'fag' - we thought it was fun."

There was some slight delay then as we all either took off stuff or put it
on so we all started fair and square, and to get the thing going properly
we also gave everyone ten slave chow biscuits to play with before we got to
items of clothing.

It soon became clear that Karl and Reb both played what I'd call a 'rough'
game - no finesse at all.  Lots of betting when they had good hands and not
much when the cards weren't with them, with some crazy (to my mind)
decisions about holding and folding.  Initially that worked OK and Karl
looked particularly pleased when he won my T off me as I'd exhausted my
slave chow markers, but in the long run it's not a good strategy of course
and my more cautious, more 'scientific' play was bound to win in the longer
term.  Soon both Karl and Reb were down to their underwear, Jake was
sitting in his boxers and T, and I was fully clothed (except that I
couldn't be bothered to pull my sock back on and I wriggled my bare toes in
excited anticipation).

I felt almost sorry for Reb as he lost his underwear and sat there naked -
he wasn't particularly bothered by that but he said he was out of the game.
Karl then bet his shorts, then wanted to raise - except, as I pointed out,
he'd got nothing left to bet with.  "We moved on to forfeits in the
barracks", Reb remarked.  "And can we agree to that too, Steve, as I don't
want to break up the game?"

"No way am I going to do a forfeit!" was Karl's response, so I said "Well
it's game over then, except I guess you've got a good hand, as you were
willing to bet your underwear.  Such a pity...."

"OK.  I raise you, and bet a forfeit" he mumbled.

Well you can guess what happened!  Soon he and Reb were both naked, and
both owed forfeits.  I was by far and away the winner, but Jake still had a
reasonable number of 'chips', and I was glad that it was he, and not me,
who said we needed to call it a night as he had an early shift the next
day.

"So forfeit time, guys!  But before that, and as you're both naked now, you
may as well try on your uniforms for tomorrow's work."

"I don't need a fucking uniform...", was Karl's immediate response "Jeans
are good enough for me."

"...except that you just gambled them away, Karl. And so unless you want to
work bare-assed, and you could, as we could pretend you're a slave and
slave nudity out in the suburbs is OK, then perhaps you'd better try it on.
I think it would be good for our image if you and Reb wore identical stuff,
to show you were part of the same team."

"No fucking way.  I didn't gamble my jeans away..."

"I think you did!  You're naked now... And you bet them, and I won them.
But let's not argue the point - either you wear the uniform or I don't
employ you."

"Right!  I'll take my money and quit!  I'll hitch to California or
somewhere and find a job there..."

"Karl, please...", Jake cut in. "Do you think you're the first guy who's
ever had that idea?  Do you think there are any more jobs on the West
Coast? They're particularly keen on white slaves there it says in the stuff
we get to read at S & D: there are so many niggas and 'spics that a good
white slave, as you'd soon be, fetches high prices.  So the cops are really
hot on picking up the destitute and claiming a 'finder's fee'..."

"In any case, you don't have any money.  You won't have completed a full
month of work for me, and the 'administrative expense' of taking on a new
employee sadly wipes out any payment for the first few days work.", I
added.

I thought Karl was going to hit me and he raged for a bit about me owing
him, but Reb calmed him down, and the two of them stood there, side by
side, breathing hard.

"I take it you'd like to try on the uniforms then...." I opened the paper
sac containing the stuff I'd bought and tossed the clothes to them.

Reb looked stunning in his - the material hung loosely and this seemed to
emphasise his muscular thighs, and yet it 'snagged' sufficiently to allow
us to see the definition of each of his butt cheeks.  Karl looked really
unhappy, though - he kept trying to pull the shorts up as they were so
low-cut that the top of his pubes were sticking out above the waistband,
and at the same time he was tugging at the bottom of the legs as he
obviously wasn't used to having so much thigh exposed - like most
contemporary guys he must have worn long swimming shorts and not Speedos as
there was a big rash of white skin from just above his knees to the bottom
of the shorts.  "There are fucking indecent!", he told me.  "I think my
dick is going to fall out...."

"No it won't - there's not room for it to slide between the hem of your
shorts and your thigh.  Ask Reb - he's work in that sort of stuff before".
Reb nodded in agreement with me.

"And this fucking top only just reaches the waistband - all my pubes are
showing..."

"That's to provide for air circulation, to help keep you cool.  And if
you're worried about your pubes showing, Reb will help you clip them
tonight, as his are."

"..and this thin material is no fucking good!  It's cold out there..."

"...so you'll need to work hard, really hard, all day, without stopping, so
you keep warm.  Ask Reb - he's spent a lot of time with Greg who was always
naked, even in the depths of winter, as running as a pony generates a lot
of heat."

Karl glowered at me.  "And in any case this 'uniform' idea is crap - you've
only given us one set each..."

"Because, Karl. When you get back here tomorrow night you and Reb will wash
them in the bathroom sink, and being that light fabric they'll be dry and
ready to wear the next day."

"Now, any other questions?  You can see Reb is OK with it, so what's your
problem?  Do you think you're better than Reb?"

Any sensible guy would have pointed out that he was a free man and Reb was
a slave, of course, but either Karl did not have the wit to do this, or he
was so buddied-up to Reb that he thought it was rude or something.  So he
simply glared at me.

"Right, so on with the main business of the evening.  The forfeits..."

Karl looked startled.  "You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you,
Karl?.... So first, let's have you and Reb where we were at the end of the
game - naked.  You don't think much of the uniform, so it shouldn't be
difficult to get out of it!"

Karl looked sort of defeated, and he and Reb stripped for Jake and me.  The
more you looked at them, the more the two men were alike, except for the
obvious differences like Karl's 'skin, the white band around his loins
where he had not been exposed to the sun, and Reb's prominent slave brand.
"What do you reckon, Jake?  What sort of forfeit?  Now's payback time - all
the stuff I've read says older brothers can be pretty rough on a kid
brother."

Jake just shrugged.  "Don't believe everything you read, Steve.  I've told
you that.  But you seem to be running the show, you suggest something."

"OK...." I turned to Karl and Reb and said "I think Jake and me would like
to see two studs like you sucking each other's dicks!"  Jake went to
protest immediately but I kept on talking "But on the other hand that would
be tough on Reb as you've got all that hair down there, at least for the
time being, Karl, and as anyone can tell you it's not nice to get that
stuck between your teeth.  So we'd settle for the two of you jerking each
other off, provided you also shave your balls and trim your pubes...."

"No way am I going to jerk off in front of my brother...", Karl shouted.

"You did when I was a kid".  There was hidden anger in Jake's voice.  "I
remember you coming home drunk, then kneeling on my bed and shooting your
load all over the sheets - it was me who felt bad when mom changed the beds
and would look at the cum stains.  She never said anything, of course, but
I hated the idea that she thought I was so out of control I couldn't even
catch my cum and prevent all that mess!"

"....and you do need a trim", Reb added quietly.  "You've got to wear those
shorts tomorrow..."

The two studs went off to the bathroom then, and Jake sat there looking at
me.  "What the fuck's going on in your brain, Steve?"

"Payback, I guess.  Ever since your brother came here he's been insulting
me, and making out you're some sort of freak and he's only tolerating me
because you're his brother.  So it's time he lost some of his arrogance.
And, who knows, he might actually get to enjoy it - whether it's 'nature'
or 'nurture' that affects this stuff, you should be a lot more alike.  So
how is it that you're such a great guy in bed, and he's such an asshole
about guys together?"

"Well I'm not sure I like you humiliating him like this, Steve..."

"Jake, what's humiliating about two studs like him and Reb jerking each
other off?  They're OK about doing it to themselves - and you all seem to
think that's pretty normal and pretty OK in the marines.  So this is only
the next step.... A tiny step, really.... And, who knows, he might actually
find he enjoys it!  It might even be liberating...."

Our conversation was cut short as Karl and Reb came back into the room.
Karl actually did look a whole lot better without the unruly forest of hair
that had been partially concealing his dick - now it hung there so much
more prominently, and you could get a proper view of his balls (which had
been shaved), too.  There was added emphasis to the hard flat plane of his
belly, and I wondered if Reb had also made him shave his taint and ass
crack, but decided not to push it too far by asking.  Before there could be
any more argument or discussion I took the initiative.  "OK, you two.  Now
Jake and I want you kneeling in front of us - face each other, put one hand
on the other's shoulder, and start jerking yourself off with the other.
Then, when you're both good and hard, we want to see a bit of guy on guy
action, so jerk the other guy off to completion.... And we don't wan any
mess on Jake's rug, so be sure to be careful to catch the cum."

I thought Karl might protest, but Reb was obediently getting to his knees,
and slowly and reluctantly, Karl followed.  It was kind of touching,
actually, to see the two big men kneeling there - with a hand on their
partner's shoulder they couldn't help but stare into each other's face, and
there was a complete display of emotion, from embarrassment to pleasure to
amusement that ran across them as they started to jack their own dicks.
"OK, guys, now for the real act... You're both hard, so do each other...",
I called after a couple of minutes.

Again, there was a slightly rebellious look from Karl, but Reb smiled at
him kind of reassuringly.  They knelt there, their dicks both twitching up
and down slightly, then Reb reached down and grabbed Karl's dick, and began
to slide his 'skin sensuously up and down the shaft.  He nodded sort of
encouragingly at Karl, and almost like a man in a trance who has no option
but to obey, Karl reached out and began to caress Reb's member.

They must both have been very close to the edge, as almost as soon as
they'd started both guys' dicks were shining with pre-cum.  And I needed to
shout at them shortly after that to be sure to catch the cum to avoid
staining the rug!

When both were finished and they knelt there looking at each other still,
but with their chests rising and falling as their breathing recovered, both
of them actually seemed to be smiling at each other.  Then Karl looked at
the palm of his hand where Reb's cum was glistening, and in turn Reb sort
of showed Karl his in Reb's palm.  Slowly, Reb reached out and rubbed
Karl's cum down Karl's chest, massaging it into his hair and sliding it
playfully over his nipples.  It was almost unbelievable - but it was as if
Karl had no idea what to do except to mimic Reb's actions, and rub Reb's
cum into Reb's hairy chest too (except that he didn't touch Reb's nips,
which I suppose must have been a disappointment for Reb).

It seemed almost a shame to break the spell, but I needed to keep control
of the situation and so before either of the guys could do or say anything
else I pulled Jake to his feet from the couch and said "We're off to bed!
You two need to be up early, remember... You've got work tomorrow", and we
left them kneeling there.

Jake and I faced each other in bed, and I was gently stroking our dicks as
I'd got them side by side.  I loved the feel of the tip of my dick being
excited by Jake's pubes, and the sheer delight of the warmth of his shaft
all along the length of mine.  "That was pretty intense!", I whispered.
"Better than watching a porn movie.  It's made me really horny.... Shall we
fuck?"

"I'm too tired.  It's OK for you, but I've been working all day..."

"You never want to fuck, Jake!  Is there something wrong?"

Jake lay there silent, so I put my arm around him to pull us closer, whilst
I continued to stroke our dicks.  "Come on, Jake, what's wrong?  You're
ready for it - you're rock hard..."

"I can't, Steve.  Not whilst my brother's here. I can't fuck with him in
the next room - he'll hear us..."

"Even if I'm gentle, and slide into you slowly, then don't really fuck you
hard, so you don't scream and trash around as you usually do?  Come on,
let's try...."

"NO, Steve.  I can't."

Look, there are times when you need to insist, and times when it's best to
acquiesce and plan an alternative strategy for the future, and I judged
this latter case to be the best course of action now, even though I was
really horny and wanted to feel Jake's ass around my dick.  So I hugged
him, kissed him gently - I didn't force my tongue down his throat, but
teased and played with his lips and tongue - and continued to stroke and
tease our dicks until we shot almost simultaneously, and could lie there in
that intimate closeness as the delicious smell of our cum and sweat wafted
out from under the sheets.

It was incredibly sexy somehow the following morning - Karl and Reb were
sitting there hunched over their big bowls of cereal in their skimpy work
clothes, and I could admire the interplay of their muscles and they spooned
the stuff down.  Karl was not talking to me, and at least that had the
advantage that I didn't have to listen to his whines and complaints about
not having any money and being dressed like a slave.  I wad annoyed,
though, as in some way Karl had managed to remove his chain 'collar' - Reb
confessed to having found the key lying on the table and letting Karl undo
the padlock, and now I insisted that Karl put the chain back on again so
that he and Reb both looked like slaves, and I locked the lock, and this
time pocketed the key so that now the chain would stay on until I removed
it.

They went off quite soon after that, and I reminded them that they'd need
to jog to keep warm on their way out to Mrs Farrar's place, and that they
would need to keep working hard all day.  "But tonight, if you've been
good, I'll find the money for beer!", I promised, as it's good management
practice to mix the carrot and the stick, isn't it?

I did need to get some cash, though, and so later that day I decided to
call on Mrs Farrar and 'collect' for the work done to date.  It was
frustrating to use Jake's old equipment, but I did eventually manage to
print an invoice, and as a stroke of genius, I think, after the amount due
I added some additional lines.  "Masters Ethical Rentals is proud to
support the A A S S. Tick this box and five percent of the billed price
will be donated to them in furtherance of their vital work to improve the
conditions of slaves."  You may thing I'm stupid to forgo a lot of money,
but I had of course inflated the amount owing by five percent anyway as I
felt certain Mrs Farrar would tick the box!

When I got out to the house, though, I couldn't immediately discuss the
invoice as Mrs Farrar was visibly upset.  She seemed embarrassed, and she
offered me tea but I declined, adding "Dear Mrs Farrar, you look upset -
perhaps a sherry would help you recover your composure...?"

"Mr Masters, you are indeed perceptive."  She sat me on one of the couches
and sat opposite me as she poured me a tiny glass of fino, and a
substantially larger one for herself.  I sipped at mine, but she took a
large swallow of hers.

I waited, then looked enquiringly at her.  "I hardly know where to begin,
Mr Masters.  Especially as you have been so kind and generous to me.  My
life has been transformed with my pony.  And I was so worried about the
grounds.... But the front in particular now, where everyone can see, is
looking so much better...."

"Dear lady, you seem worried.  Please tell me what's wrong..."

"I'm afraid that you will have to remove your slaves, Mr Masters.  I cannot
have them here tomorrow, or indeed at all...."

I was shocked.  And terrified, I suppose, at the thought of losing not only
the money from the rental but any chance of being able to show a bank I
needed investment, investment with which I could buy dad.

"But they are doing excellent work, as you said.  And surely you want the
rear to be as splendid as the front ready for next season's garden parties?
And the fresh vegetables...?"

"Indeed, Mr Masters.  But I can see now why owners must sometimes punish
slaves, punish them severely, whip them, even.  But I cannot possibly do
that, and so they must be removed, take them away with you, please, Mr
Masters..."

"Of course, if that's your wish.  But something has happened... Please do
tell me..."

"I cannot allow them to treat poor Mortimer in the way they did this
morning!  It has upset him, upset me, upset me deeply..."

"What on earth did they say to your friend?"

"It wasn't what they said, Mr Masters - although their language was vile!
It was when they threw a stone at him...!"

I was now deeply shocked.  What the fuck had those two been up to?  I was
about to ask more, when there was a loud "Meow" and a lot of scrabbling
noises, and a cat appeared on the top of the couch on which Mrs Farrar was
sitting.  It was sleek and evil looking, a striped ginger thing, and it
eased itself down to sit beside Mrs Farrar, and she at once began to stroke
it.  "Poor Mortimer, are you all worried?  Have you recovered from what
those dreadful men did this morning?" she asked it, ignoring me.

"It..."  I recovered myself quickly "HE seems to be all right - did you
need to call a veterinarian?"

"Oh no, Mr Masters.  Mortimer has very quick reactions, and can run like
the wind.  You can see that he is sleek, and muscular, and very fit - he is
a champion mouser, and usually brings me a 'present' of one, or a bird, at
least every day....  No, he was not actually hit by your brutes as he was
easily able to avoid the stone one of the animals threw at him.  But he was
in shock..."

I looked at the thing, which was glaring at me, and it didn't seem to be in
shock at all.  It looked just like any other cat.  I decided that Mrs
Farrar doted on it and that therefore I was in serious difficulty.

"I'm afraid it is always a problem with slaves, ma'am.  However good you
are to them - did you notice I had provided them with smart new uniforms
this morning, to give them a pride in their work? - their animal mentality
can come through."  I saw her begin to react and realised my error.  "Their
brute animal mentality, that is - that of a hyena, or a wolf, or a wild
bear, not of course the refined sensibility of a cat..."

"Quite so, Mr Masters.  But they cannot be allowed to terrorise Mortimer
again.  I'm afraid you must remove them."

"Of course.  But then there is another difficulty - they will not have
learned a valuable lesson in compassion to animals.  And they might repeat
this heinous activity with another client of mine, someone who may not have
witnessed it, and where another dear companion, like Mortimer, might be
terrorised."

"But you must stop them, Mr Masters!  I have heard about brutes like
these. Although we in the A A S S strongly discourage it, is this one of
those rare cases when the animal in them needs to be 'calmed'?"

Fuck me, I thought.  She wants them castrated for scaring her cat!  But I
needed to keep my eye on the bigger game and instead of telling her not to
be so stupid and hypocritical I nodded wisely.  "Indeed so.  But perhaps
they should be given one more chance..."

"No.."

"No, dear lady.  Not another chance to terrorise Mr Mortimer, of course!
One more chance to show that a slave can rise above his base instincts,
that he can be properly remorseful and repentant... That way we could be
sure they would never behave that way again."

"But how..."

"Dear lady, I know it is against the principles of your society, and whilst
they may deserve to be 'calmed', perhaps this is one of those rare
instances where the slave needs to be severely chastised?  A quick, harsh
punishment to point out to them the error of their ways, followed by a
proper repentance?  We could be helping these poor creatures to understand
their slavery better, and thus make them happier in future... A worthy aim,
one which the Society endorses?  We can make these slaves happier overall
by severe punishment now."

"You are so astute, Mr Masters.  Yes, punishment and repentance, just as we
learn from the good book, that is indeed a most suitable way forward.  And
if it works, then they can continue to work here, and they can continue to
learn the moral lesson that hard manual labour is fulfilling...."

"I'm not sure how to put this, ma'am, to a lady of such sensibility, but
perhaps you wish to witness the punishment?  I know you and Mrs Wilkinson
were shocked when the new pony Russ inadvertently exposed himself to you...
I think it will be difficult for me to adequately chastise the slaves
without their bare buttocks being visible..."

"I must endure it, I suppose.  But you are evidently the kind of
considerate person who any lady would be glad to have advise on these
matters, approaching the issue with such delicacy.  Do you propose to do it
now?"

"Slaves are like puppies that are not house trained - if they make a mess,
they need punishing immediately: the effect is lost if there is delay as
they are incapable of tying together cause and effect.  So unlike cats, of
course, who do not make a mess in the house..."

"Oh Mr Masters, you do understand!  You are a cat person, too!  Do tell me
about yours..."

"I'm afraid I cannot have a cat, ma'am.  It would be unfair to it - I am
about to go off to college, and I am busy all day, and there is no time for
me to devote to the grooming, the care, and the... the companionship a cat
needs."  I thought that sounded rather good.

"But now you must excuse me.  I need to go to speak to the slaves and
prepare them.  And I will ring the bell when I am ready to administer the
punishment."

End Of Part Twenty Six