They were soldiers; they agreed when they became soldiers that this was a possible end.Then I get to work. Looking of the array of equipment, I find w...at looks like a keyboard interface and terminal, a boxy screen with black and white characters on it. The terminal is blinking at me. I check to see if it is a count down. Will I have to deal with a bomb; I hate bombs.No count down, that is a good sign. I follow the wiring to the main box, housing the hard drive thingy. I don't have time to. In front of me is a large desk behind which stands my Mistress in her hands she holds a cane which she is slowly flexing. I now know my fate; I am to be caned. Mistress looks very severe, her dark hair falls down her back, her corseted figure looks perfect, and a faint smile plays across her lips.“I am sure you have heard rumours of what happens in this room?”“Yes, Mistress.”“And what do the rumours say?”"That you punish your staff here.”“And do you deserve to be punished?”My throat goes. The rules of punishment and the types of torture can be arbitrary and subject to the whims of the master. The uncertainty of not knowing what punishment she gets will make her more fearful and therefore more quickly to learn her mistake which then will increase her obedience level.Even what may seem like minor offenses must be meted out with punishment, such as not showing the proper manners when greeting guests, or not prostrating on the ground completely when greeting her master. It is very. I’d had no idea she was as randy as her brother but I guess at that age we were all crazy about sex.A moment later Wendy had taken her bra and panties off and was stark naked. I’d seen plenty of naked girls in porn, but seeing Wendy naked for real near blew me away, especially watching her move. Her big young breasts bounced, her cheeky round buttocks quivered, her naked thighs swung, and her cunt thrust with her movements. Her cunt, the first live cunt I’d seen, was just like I’d seen in so.