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?It's nine a.m. and this is Dougie the Dog here at WKGC, and we're back with ClaudiaLeary, better known as Claudia Canary. You're amazing, Claudia! Sixty millionalbums, four Grammy's and seven American Music Awards, and recently you werenamed best pop female vocalist at ToneFest!?
?Thanks, Dougie, you're too kind, and I couldn't have done it without thepeople who work behind me??
?Oh, no you're remarkable. My daughter has the poster for your movie, as well.But what I wanted to talk about today was the new song that's really hittingthe play lists, your hit ?Obeying Auntie?. I understand there may be yet anothermovie, Hollywood wants to do, based on this song of a rebellious girl led theright way by her strict aunt. Tell me, was this inspired by a relative of yours??
?Hah! No, my folks were very permissive?no actually by a therapist I've seenover the years??
Samuel grunted as Miss Pratt switched off the radio, turning his huge blackhead to Miss Pratt. ?So you see, you're an inspiration, Prattsie..? Miss Prattsmiled grimly and bent her whippy cane over her knee, frightening the two nakedwomen who hanging from her ceiling. ?Yeah, ain't it the truth.?
Kathy held onto the rope desperately, as Miss Pratt ruminated on. Miss Prattbent her cane, muttering about Claudia O, and the upcoming session. DespiteKathy's discomfort at having held onto the end a rope that hung from the ceilingfor nearly two hours, she couldn't believe that Claudia O was one of Miss Pratt'sclients.
Kathy looked over at poor Evelyn, also hanging from a rope. Kathy had thoughtit was horrible enough when her husband had informed her that he was throughchaining her to the ceiling for whippings. ?I want you to hold onto a ropevoluntarily, and not let go and fall off just because I'm giving you a whipping.? MasterTitus had informed her.
But of course, every time Kathy had been stripped naked and forced to hangfrom a rope connected to the ceiling of her Florida room, she'd dropped it,screaming as soon as his nasty wicker carpet sweeper had smacked her full barebuttocks.
So Titus had given Kathy a plane ticket and a sum of money, and sent her toWashington, DC to see Miss Pratt with the instructions to not return to SanAntonio until she'd been trained to hold a rope and take a full, harsh whipping.
And she'd gotten a room at a Holiday Inn, and every day she'd driven to MissPratt's for a ?group class? in Hanging, which reminded her of the Spinningand Step Aerobics classes at her spa. Thirty naked women, of varying ages andsizes, hanging onto ropes?
At first Kathy had been able to hold the rope for about five minutes, andthen she'd dropped, exhausted?her wrists burning.
But after the vicious whipping that Giselle, Miss Pratt's second-incommand had given her, Kathy had anxiously jumped back onto the rope and heldit for fifteen minutes, watching, as the other hangers did with anxiety asGiselle and Debra walked around tapping their rubber hoses, occasionally whackinga bare butt that seemed slacking.
Now Kathy could hold the rope for two hours, and even hold it when gettinga light whipping, but still, when Miss Pratt hit her with a cane or strop,Kathy tended to fall, even if her wrists were tired.
And now she and Evelyn were the only Hangers? Evelyn, the poor thing, couldhang, not letting go of the rope, and take whippings of various amounts, butMiss Pratt was testing her further, and had chained a big metal thing, a propanecylinder weighing about fifty pounds to Evelyn's feet.
So now Evelyn had to maintain her strength to hold onto the rope, and alsosupport this tank thing which appeared to be pulling her into the floor. Andmy God, Miss Pratt was going to give Evelyn a whipping!
Miss Pratt approached Evelyn, a woman in her late fifties, holding the canein one hand and a bag of clothespins in another. ?Samuel, you must understand,Claudia is my most demanding client?she's a lot of work. Hold still, Evelyn.? Puttingthe cane down, Miss Pratt reached up and began putting clothespins all overpoor Evelyn's withered breasts, one at a time.
?I can remember her calling me and FORCING me to fly to Budapest once, becauseClaudia was having a panic attack before a concert.? Miss Pratt put more clothespinson Evelyn's stomach. ?Miss Pratt, it's too much, with the tank, ma'am.? Evelynwhispered, and Miss Pratt reached up and soundly slapped her face leavingred mark across Evelyn's cheek, and the older woman began quietly sobbing.
?Shut up, Evelyn. You're a disgusting wimp. I can't believe what a ninny youare even after eight years of training. What will Kathy, our newcomer, think?Now open up your thighs, so I can get more clothespins in there.? Evelyn breathed,rolled her eyes at the goggling Kathy, and opened her thighs, and Miss Prattbegan putting clothespins all over her inner thighs and up in her shaved vaginalarea.
?When I arrived in Claudia's hotel room in Budapest, I was furious, and thefirst thing I did was throw out her entourage, all of them, makeup women, voicecoaches had to leave the room, and then I took her jeans down and whipped herwith a coat hanger that I straightened from her wardrobe.?
Miss Pratt began putting clothespins on Evelyn's wrinkled bottom?Kathy hopedthat her buttocks never got so cellulite infested that they resembled cottagecheese. Miss Pratt pulled a stepladder over, and climbed up, adding 20 moreclothespins to Evelyn's abdomen and underarms.
Finally, Miss Pratt backed off of Evelyn, and sat down again. ?You just relax,honey?enjoy the clothespins.? Miss Pratt turned to Samuel. "I know thatClaudia is your favorite client...you're such a star-fucker, so to speak."
Samuel smiled and went back to polishing the doorknob. ?You know Claudia called" hesaid "?are you going to give her an entire afternoon, tomorrow as sheasks?? Prattsie snorted. ?I don't see why, good God, it's not my fault shecan't have sessions because she's touring the world all the time, or recordingin Burbank, California. Why can't she find a fucking domme there??
Kathy watched Evelyn hang there, the clothespins and the tank obviously torturingher. Kathy noticed though, that the more she worried about Evelyn, the lessshe was concerned with her own situation, which of course was, that she hadnow been hanging from the rope for nearly three hours.
Samuel wiped the doorknob again. ?I can think of two thousand good reasonswhy you should see her this afternoon, dear. It is indeed annoying that shecalls at the last minute, but we need a new roof.? Samuel shook his massivehead. Miss Pratt grinned at him. ?Okey-dokey?I know you have tomorrow's schedulememorized, Samuel, you Caribbean genius, you??
Samuel paused in his polishing and recited:
?Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning you are seeing Dr. Nichole Plaskett,a cardiologist, who is treating your father for free, by the way. Dr. Plaskettis coming in for a Governess fantasy, and I have already arranged the largewooden hairbrush, the twin tailed School Strap, and your prim hemlined dressto be arranged in the Nursery.?
Miss Pratt nodded, and backed off, jumping up and whacking Evelyn onher right hip with the cane. Miss Pratt smiled in satisfaction as twoclothespins fell off. "What are you looking at, Missy?" Miss Prattshouted at Kathy. "Want some of this? I didn't think so." Kathy clutchedher rope and prayed.
Samuel scratched his chin, and began reciting the schedule again. ?Fromnine-fifteen to ten thirty, you will be doing aerobics with Giselle and Debra.? MissPratt slumped.
?Oh, I hate that. Ugh. Exercise.? Miss Pratt lit a Chesterfield. ?Yesmy dear, but you are at this point just squeezing into your leather corsetsthese days.? Miss Pratt stuck her tongue out at Samuel, who ignored her. ?Atten o'clock, while you are aerobicizing, Susie Huidekoper, a clothing buyerwill be coming in, and she will disrobe and I shall lock her into a cage inthe basement??
Miss Pratt wandered up to Evelyn again, and severely tweaked one of the clothespinsthat was directly on her clitoris tip. Evelyn bit her lip to keep from screaming,and Kathy saw a tiny stream of blood come from Evelyn's mouth.
Miss Pratt interrupted him. ?The dungeon, not the basement..stop calling itthat.? Samuel grimaced. ?I have worked in Bondage houses in both hemispheressince before you were born, little girl and my father before me?" MissPratt said "I didn't know eunuchs could reproduce" but she said itvery quietly. Samuel continued. "that is a basement, most certainly nota dungeon. You have a pool table in there and the boiler room is MARKED. It??
?Enough already! Susie, what about her!? Samuel smiled. ?After you've workedout and relaxed with your tea, and Susie has been crouching in the dark fora few hours, you can go down and have a session. At approximately noon,I think."
Samuel coughed. " And, Prattsie your new Kangaroo Hide DogQuirt came in the mail yesterday, and you can get a chance to try it out onher, as we broke your old dressage whip on Mrs. Oliphant last night.? MissPratt clapped her hands. ?I am so excited about my new quirt!?
?Well it's downstairs, and you will have an enjoyable morning, I think? Samuelsaid. He looked at Miss Pratt, and nodded at Evelyn, and she mouthed Oh, andjumped up, swishing her cane. She was walking over to Evelyn, when, all ofa sudden, she walked back towards the terrified Kathy.
As Miss Pratt stood in front of Kathy, Samuel kept talking.
"At two, Otillia Dervyside, the wife of an Oklahoma State SupremeCourt justice is coming...she arrives every sixty days to shop and go tothe theater. She needs electrical play, but since Claudia will be demandingthe afternoon, Giselle can handle that. I've trained her." Samuel smiled. "Butthen there is Florence." Miss Pratt looked at a name "Florence? Who's Florence?" Samuellooked up from polishing the doorknob. "She is your scholarship case...youknow...the public health microbiologist woman, you call her Rover?" Samueladmired his black gleaming face in the doorknob. "You can probably puther off, considering she is paying the reduced rate of four-fifty per hour...saynext week." Miss Pratt smiled. Samuel was much more focused on the billsthan she was...without him she didn't know where she'd be. "Debra can't take her?" Debra was a brand new worker, andMiss Pratt was quite proud of her. Debbie got on well with Giselle and knewa great deal about administering canings. "No, Debra is horsewhipping Zoe, who is a Chief FinancialOfficer of an advertising firm--"Miss Pratt held up her hand. "Enoughwith the titles, Samuel...try to be a bit less impressed with our clientele,eh?" Miss Pratt smiled. "Now let me focus on our Kathy here."Miss Pratt looked at Kathy, admiring the raven hair, the pale white skin andfull breasts. ?How are your wrists doing there, Kathy?? Kathy tried to smile. ?I'mgetting better at it, ma'am. I think Master Titus will be pleased.? Miss Prattbent her cane over her knee and then swished it through the air, and both Kathyand Evelyn winced.
?Do you think you're up for a few blows, dear?? Miss Pratt asked this in atone as if she were inquiring whether an invalid would like to have breakfastin bed. ?Oh, no not yet, ma'am?Miss Pratt, I really need some more time.?
Oh Jesus. The little bitch is going to hit me! Maybe not, if I suck up toher. Kathy was a good looking woman, but she was thirty nine, and she feltso foolish calling a twenty-eight year old ?Miss Pratt?
How Titus had found her Kathy would never know?but Miss Pratt may be flatteredenough??Miss Pratt, really, ma'am. I am just learning your methods of rope-holding,it's hard for me, ma'am."
Miss Pratt smiled kindly. "I know it's really tough for you, honey." Kathyignored Evelyn's warning look and continued her sob story.
"Yes, ma'am, I have blisters and all. I doubt I could hold on ifI got whippings yet. But your training is splendid. I thought I'd hang herefor another twenty minutes and then go get some lunch?and come back tomorrow.It's been so good for me.?
Miss Pratt grinned. ?Yeah, I bet it has?Pilates for the submissive, eh?? MissPratt lifted up the cane. WHACK!
Kathy screamed as the cane slashed her stomach. But she was still holdingonto the rope. WHACK! Miss Pratt had danced back to Kathy's butt,oooh, thathurt?but still, she'd hold on THWACK! Right on the tits. Kathy let go of therope screaming, and fell to the wood floor.
But not for long. Miss Pratt began whacking Kathy as soon as she landed flickingthe cane up and down her nude body. ?Did I tell you to let go of that rope,get the fuck back up there now!?
Kathy grabbed her breasts, sobbing, and held up a hand to ward off the blowsfrom the cane, but they kept coming.
Finally she jumped for the rope and grabbed it, just as the last of the caneslashes marked her back. Miss Pratt gave Kathy a final whack on the hip. ?Ithink I'll hold on for twenty minutes and then go get lunch.? Miss Pratt dida horribly effeminate falsetto mimick of Kathy's voice.
?Yeah, you little bitch?you'll hang here for the next hour, and thenpass the next three hours in the basement locked in the stocks while Debraworks you over!?
Kathy burst into tears, and kept hanging on.
Debra stuck her head in. ?Ma'am, there's something for you to sign.? MissPratt stood up ?Goodie?.must be my new shipment of toys from Mozambique?goodtorture stuff there?Samuel, come with.?
She turned to Evelyn and the sobbing Kathy, whose body was now covered withred welts and stripes.
?I expect both of you to continue to hang onto the ropes?if I get anyevidence that you've dropped down for a rest, there'll be hell to pay. Samuel,do the whipped cream!? As Kathy stared, Samuel picked up a can of Crazy Whipand squirted a large square under her feet, and then another square under Evelyn's.
?Now, if you drop down, I'll know about it. Remember, I'll be back in fifteenminutes.? Miss Pratt smiled like the Wicked Witch of the West, and followedSamuel out the door, shutting and locking it.
Kathy looked over at Evelyn sympathetically. The older woman looked terriblyin pain, hanging as she was from a rope that she could let go of at any time...andshit, if she fell with that propane cylinder hanging under her, she might breaka hip! And also, it must be horrible having all those clothespins hanging onher nipples, belly, armpits clitoris, buttocks and inner thighs.
"H-how are you feeling, Evelyn?" Kathy asked. Evelyn opened hereyes and smiled weakly at Kathy. "It gets better,my dear...learning tobe a tolerant sub takes time. My nipples hurt terribly, but the rest of theclothespins really don't bother me." Evelyn swung on her rope inadvertently,clutching it carefully.
"Let me amend that" she said with a rueful smile. "Myprivate parts below aren't faring too well either...but Evelyn will live!" Evelynlooked carefully at Kathy, who was none too comfortable on her own rope.
"Are your wrists holding up, dear?" Kathy looked up at her poorwrists, hanging on the rope for life itself. "Well, I shouldn't complain-hell,I don't have a fifty pound cylinder pulling me down, but yes, it's pretty hard."
Kathy grimaced. "I am wondering whether this was all worth it...butmy husband is a Dom and he ordered me to come, and I don't like to displeasehim." Kathy smiled gamely.
Kathy watched, amazed as Evelyn's elegant fuschia nails gripped the rope,and she swung a bit. "It's a good thing to have a Master that understandsyou...he must be remarkable!"
Evelyn breathed in, and several of her clothespins fluttered.
"Yes, Titus is a wonderful, caring man. I got lucky with him! WhenI discovered that he could accommodate my submissive fantasies along with beinga great guy, I was thrilled!" Kathy looked at Evelyn. "Is your Mastercounting on you to get training?"
Evelyn smiled. "No, my husband is also a submissive...I don't have aMaster, except for Miss Pratt." Kathy's jaw dropped, and she almost letgo of her rope. "Jesus, you're putting up with this rope-clutching thingfor nothing?"
Evelyn gave Kathy a look. "I want to be the best submissive I can be!If I can hold onto a rope, and spare Miss Pratt the trouble of chaining meto the ceiling when I get my discipline, it's well worth it, and well worththe eight hundred dollars an hour that I pay for training. Besides, " Evelynsmiled "I've lost weight and my normal personal trainer says my body isquite muscular now!"
Evelyn looked at Kathy severely. "So try to be more grateful foryour training...this is a big opportunity." Evelyn slipped a bit on therope, and pulled herself up. "And don't try any more sucking up to MissPratt, dear. "
Evelyn moved a hand on the rope that obviously had a big blister on it. " Beingflatterring--That never works. I know you think she's not too sharp becauseshe's so young, but Miss Pratt never really had a childhood, and became a workingdomme in her late teens. She is old beyond her years."
Kathy sighed, and tried to get more of a grip on her rope, but her wristswere becoming numb. "I know...there's so much I need to learn!"
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