In this century, girls like her were nothing more than chattel to be used and owned by a strong man like Howard.“Well little slut, have you learned ...our lesson. Do you accept that you are my property?”“Yes Master, I am your property.”“Will you sign the contract that shows that you were the indentured slave of Steven Bonnet and that he had the right to sell you to me?”“Yes Master” Brianna sobbed, “I will sign the contract.”Howard untied the cords and let Brianna rise. He led her to the table. "No, sorry, don't go," apologised the Door Keeper, "It's just that new members so rarely say anything like that. Usually they pretend that they only want to drink here and that all the other business is not why they are here. I take it you are a submissive, if a rather bold one. I'm Gareth, who are you?" I'm Jacqui. Yes, I am a Sub; at least I got spanked and didn't get to spank anyone else at the other club," Jacqui answered in a very small voice."Which club was that?" asked the now alert. It hurt a little but he spun me round so I was now facing away from him. He forced me down onto the stairs so I was bending over right in front of him and held me there by my hair while my arse was completely on show. He said nothing. He just slapped me again with his spare hand. It was so hard that if Mike wasn't in a deep sleep it would have woke him. I let out a huge moan."Mike hasn't been using you right has he slut?" Marlon said."No sir" I replied as he slapped my arse once more. "You need. When we kids got old enough to drive, we had open invitations to join in the festivites if we left dad home. How cold!When he was sober, there wasn't a better guy to be found... when he was sober.I often stayed home while my two brothers lighted out for the farm, each chance they could.Dad passed away when I was twenty one. My younger brother went into the Navy and my older brother had been drafted into the Army, leaving me totally alone for the first time.But I had a job, a medical deferment,.