Naomi gets some basic training

“Your posture is all wrong,” Clara said. “You don’t look submissive at all. That needs to change, so we’ll work on that first.”

Naomi looked at Clara, trying not to glare. She didn’t look submissive because she didn’t want to. She was an independent woman, not some ****. It felt surreal how she was stood here naked in this dimly lit room with girls hanging from cages and others in the pillory around them.

“Let’s make a start then,” Clara said. She held the tip of the riding crop on Naomi’s chin, lifting it a little. “Keep your head up at all times, or I’ll put a posture collar on you.” She walked a step to the side, and Naomi turned her head to keep looking, until the riding crop was placed on her cheek and her head was tilted so it was facing forward again. “Keep your eyes and head facing forward, even if I’m not in front of you.”

Naomi looked forward as Clara walked behind her. It was so embarrassing being under someone else’s control, having to follow their orders. She didn’t allow anyone to tell her what to do back home.

“Now for your arms.” Clara’s cool hands stroked down the shoulders, making Naomi shiver a little. She grabbed one of Naomi’s wrists and turned her arm in, then the other, pressing the fingers in so she was holding her elbows. “Now keep hold of your elbows.” Her mistress walked back around so Naomi could see her. “Nearly there. Put your knees and heels together now.”

Naomi did as she was told, standing with her head looking forward now, her hands behind her back, holding the elbows and her legs tight together.

“That looks much better. Maybe I can make a good **** out of you yet. Whenever you’re standing or walking, you stand like this, understood?”

“Yes.”

She felt the full **** of the riding crop on her hip, and she screamed in pain. She managed to hold the pose still, just about. “Yes who?”

“Yes Mistress Clara.”

There was a crack as the riding crop hit the other hip. “And an apology for forgetting.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Clara.”

“That’s not and apology.” The first hip was hit again, nearly bringing Naomi to tears.

“I’m very sorry, Mistress Clara.”

“You should be.” Clara smiled sadistically. “Now on your knees.”

Naomi knelt in front of Clara, looking up.

“This is all wrong,” Clara said. “Put your hands how they were before, and look straight ahead.” Naomi put her hands behind her back, holding her elbows again, lowered her head and looked forward. “Good. Knees together, and lean back.”

Naomi slid her knees until her thighs were touching, and leaned back.

“Good girl. Whenever I tell you to kneel, you kneel like this, understood ****?”

“Yes Mistress Clara.”

“Now I want you to crouch on the balls of your feet. Nothing else changes from this position other than that.”

Naomi pushed herself up, then crouched almost on her tiptoes, holding her arms behind her back again, putting her knees close together again. It was uncomfortable, she wouldn’t be able to hold this position for long. Clara smirked when she saw how much Naomi was struggling.

“Alright, that’s what you do if I tell you to crouch. One more thing for now. Back on your knees.”

Naomi knelt how she’d been shown earlier.

“Now I want you to spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, and put your hands on the back of your head.”

Naomi pushed her knees out and spread her legs, then put her hands on the back of her head, feeling the curly blonde hairs there. This was by far the most humiliating position so far, everything was on show. That’s obviously what Clara wanted.

She made the mistake of watching Clara as she circled her, and felt the riding crop on her breast, before looking dead ahead again. “I’m sorry Mistress Clara.”

“If I tell you to present yourself, you get in this position. Now on your feet ****. Do the same, but standing.”

Naomi pushed back up to her feet, before spreading her legs and placing her hands on the back of her head again. As she stood there, Clara stroked her ass, then pinched it. She stroked the thighs too, before her hand crept up to Naomi’s pussy, the touch of someone else’s fingers made Naomi a little wet and Clara giggled.

“You like this huh?”

Naomi bit her lip.

“I asked you a question ****.” Clara tapped the riding crop on the inside on Naomi’s thigh.

“I… I like your fingers there.”

Clara smacked the riding crop against Naomi’s thighs repeatedly, back and forth and Naomi screamed out in pain. “What have you done wrong?”

Through all the pain and holding the pose, it took a while for Naomi to realise she hadn’t called her Mistress Clara. “I forgot to say your name Mistress Clara. I’m so sorry Mistress Clara.”

The riding crop stopped then, and Naomi’s thighs were burning. The fingers stroked her again, finding her clit.

“Mmm,” said Clara. “Should I keep playing with you, or do you need more training?”