Chapter 23: Harsh training
The evening after her deflowering had been turbulent. Caroline had so many conflicting emotions, but after a hot shower she regained some of her composure and she was bursting with energy. She had cleaned the room and she was singing songs to herself. When the other girls returned from their training, they immediately noticed the difference. And they wanted to hear about everything that had happened. The evening had been long and full of talk about sex. Caroline was welcomed by the others into the circle of womanhood and then they had given her all sorts of tips and advice and even taught her some tricks.
The next morning was different though. Caroline had begged the other girls to lend her a phone so she could call her father and tell him about her suspicions. But her father was nowhere to be reached and that was worrying. A second disappointment came when the doctor picked her up to bring her to his office for more breast injections. It was once again excruciatingly painful, but that in itself was not her main problem. Also the fact that her breasts were getting slightly bigger was not a problem, and neither was the fact that her breasts were way more sensitive and her nipples were itching. She struggled mostly with the fact the doctor behaved as if nothing had happened between them. And then there was the final disappointment, when the doctor told her to go to the gym all by herself, cuffed like before, to meet a man named Vince, who would be training her that day.
“My name is Vince,” said the man in the black suit that was waiting for her in the gym, “but you must call me ‘sir’. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir,” said Caroline meekly.
“Let’s get you prepared for training,” he continued and he helped her out of her gear as that was all too constricting as far as he was concerned. He let her keep her cuffs on, but also took her collar.
“For now you get a different collar,” he said, putting a purple collar around her neck that said ‘bad girl’. “If you do well enough, you can earn the other collar back from me.”
“What does this collar mean, sir?” she asked when she was ready.
“This collar means anyone can punish you when you behave badly. But don’t worry, for now I am the only one here.”
Caroline didn’t like that at all. If this was a designation, she dreaded what people might do to her. And she doubted if having sex with her was prohibited, but just when she wanted to ask about that, Vince told her to come over to the yoga mat and bend over.
“Sir, may I ask something?” she said as she bent over. She was very limber and could easily place her hands before her on the floor with her legs straight.
“You may,” answered Vince while he got a long wooden cane from a display at the side of the room.
“Are people … are you going to have sex with me, sir?” she asked while watching nervously as he approached with the cane in hand.
“Let me make this clear to you,” he said with a stern expression on his face. He had not smiled at her once and she was actually getting a little scared of him. There was a seriousness about him that was kind of frightening.
“I do not care for women and I certainly do not care for young girls like yourself,” he said. “To me you are nothing but a brat, a toy that needs to be trained. Do you understand?”
“No sir, I do not,” said Caroline with a blush on her face. “What did I do wrong?”
“For one, you talk too much. Furniture doesn’t talk, doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t even think,” he said while he tapped the wooden cane against her buttocks. She shivered visibly and turned a little to look backwards. He tapped against her cheek with the tip of the cane.
“Furniture also doesn’t move and you clearly need lots of training. Let me explain the rules here. First of all, you will do as I tell you. Secondly, you are not to move, talk or think, unless I tell you otherwise. And thirdly, if you misbehave, you get punished.”
“But…” the girl started. The cane hit her buttocks, hard and with the muffled sound of a wooden stick hitting skin, muscle and fat tissue.
“AAAH,” the girl cried out and she jerked upright, her hands shooting to her buttocks to cover the sore spots.
“Back in position!” barked the man as if he was a sergeant in the army. And when she did not comply immediately, he slapped the cane against her thighs, hips and also on her hands, slapping her hard enough that it hurt, but without leaving any marks.
“Bend over and don’t move!” the man commanded her. Caroline resumed the position again, with tears in her eyes. This was a much harsher training than the doctor had given her. And she was not at all amused. As she shook her head, the cane struck her buttocks again, pain flashing through her bottom.
“Aaay,” she cried out.
“Don’t move and don’t make any sound either,” said Vince, striking her a third time. Caroline bit her lower lip to stifle another cry and she tried to keep as still as possible.
“Good,” said Vince, while walking around her. “See? You can do it. You only need the proper motivation.”
Several more times Caroline moved, even when she didn’t want to, and each time it got her a slap on her butt with the cane. After a dozen strokes she was aching real bad and tears streamed down her cheeks as she desperately tried to keep position. Vince was merciless and he punished every transgression, just like he had announced.
After a while he told her to get up and get on the treadmill.
“After some running you won’t feel your butt anymore and it will shake off the shivers,” he explained. For another half hour Caroline was running naked on the treadmill and this time there were no punishments as she kept quiet and did as she was told. But then it once more became quite difficult to avoid punishment, when Vince took her back to the yoga matt and instructed her to take on a new position.
