Archive-name: Slaves/boardrm.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Boardroom Discipline It was an eight o'clock, morning meeting and everyone was punctual. The Sisters would tolerate nothing less. Though casual wear was permissible at almost any other time, official business called for official dress. Everyone of the ladies was wearing tailor-made suits. This was the first time I was allowed to be present during one of the meetings, though my training was not yet complete. My participation was marginal. I was really only there to observe, and at times, to be studied. One wall of the room was mirrored floor to ceiling. It made it seem as though many more women there, seated at the extremely large, dark wood conference table. The opposite wall was mostly windows; tall, wide ones with long heavy curtains. The curtains were drawn open to let the summer morning light plunge in, soft- ened by ivory sheers. The enclosing walls were paneled. I was learning a lot watching them in action. Their minds were keen. They worked together solving group problems, plan- ning, scheming, creating. Discussion covered widespread topics, from personal business accounts to how much salary raise to pay the cook here at 'the estate'. When the last item on the agenda had been addressed, Christine, president and leader of the clan, opened the floor to any additional items. Veronica stood up, "Yes, I have a bit of business to be considered by the Sisters. As you all should be aware, our newest trainee has contributed a man to the cause. Or should I say a boy? For he certainly has been behaving as one. As a very naughty one. It's only fair that he be present to hear of his offenses and to face his accus- ers. Agreed?" The table agreed with nods and low voices. Some of the more lax women eagerly sat up in their chairs, with slight smiles on their faces and bright glances to their sisters. They were looking forward to this surprise agenda. The door opened and one of the many female estate servants led David, by a leash attached to his wrists, into the room. It had been almost a full day since I had last seen him in the office with Constance and Veronica when he had agreed to their proposal. I almost gasped when I saw him. His lovely dark hair had been cropped very short, as a little boy's often is at the onset of summer. He was naked to the waist, except for the wide, black leather bands cuffed around his wrists. Each had two rings securely attached to them to be used in such instances as now, when his wrists were bound together in front of him. He was wearing loose, drawstring, black trousers and his feet were bare. Though clearly on the losing side of this battle, he walked in pridefully, and stood brazenly looking at the women in the room. If he wanted a fight, the Sisters would give it to him, and THEY'D win. I knew. "Ladies, this young man fully consented to the training here. He also agreed to obey the rules. In only one day I have found him idle a number of times. Not only that, he has willful- ly disobeyed the first rule, that of not touching himself to the point of orgasm. We all know that idleness leads to such behav- ior and he has made it apparent that he can't be trusted with his own private parts. Besides the mandatory physical labor, should he be further punished? What says the council?" Unanimously yeses circled the table. When it came to my vote, I tried to get David's attention, but he kept his stare ahead and ignored me. I knew I could show no mercy because of how I felt for him, so I agreed. Veronica then grabbed him by the chin and talked close to his ear, "Yes it is then. All these women feel you should be punished for idly playing with your own body. You know the rule, your body is for their use only. Now, what should the punishment be? Hmmmm? Maybe your little friend should decide since she brought you here and you're being such a disappointment to her." Veronica turned her cruel glance to me, "And how do you feel this naughty boy should be punished?" "Why," I stammered, suddenly aware of the spot I was in, "I believe naughty boys should be spanked." "Just spanked?" she threateningly questioned. "A good paddling then? Councilwomen, what say you?" Again, Veronica controlled the crowd. They all agreed to a thorough paddling. Then she did something I never expected. Gripping the leash tightly, she jerked David to face away from the conference table, pushed him forward so that he almost fell and had to lean his hands on the edge of a bookcase against the wall for balance, and then abruptly pulled his pants down. His naked buttocks was totally exposed to the room full of women. Veronica looked at me again, "I trust you'll do the honors?" "NOW, Veronica? Do you think this type of a behavior prob- lem can go unattended to? Spare the rod and spoil the brat. The council is waiting." I looked about at the beautiful faces waiting to see David punished. I was embarrassed for him. They all seemed so delighted to see him in this position. I stood and approached them. Naturally, Veronica had a paddle ready. I took it from her and was surprised at its lightness though it was very solid. I knew I had to scold him as he received the blows, and so I began, "David, you know you deserve this. I'm disappointed that you couldn't control yourself for even one day. I hope this teaches you a lesson." Then I lifted the paddle and swung, hitting his cheeks with a loud crack. The second hit was even stronger. He withheld any kind of emotion and didn't cry out, but his ass began to turn red. My strokes were slow and deliber- ate. Every once in a while I would add a comment about how naughty he had been. Finally Veronica's impatience got the better of her. She snatched the paddle from my hands. "Don't you realize he's a man? He behaves like a little boy, but his body needs much, much more than those love taps you've been giving him. You can't discipline him that way. He'll walk all over you. Sit down, I'll deal with you later. I thought I had taught you better than that by now." Veronica stood with her hip at David's waist, gripped him secure with her left arm about him, and began paddling unmerci- fully hard and fast. In the position she was in, we all had full vision of his posterior's increasingly angry proof of his disobe- dience, and Veronica's more than confident capabilities. Over and over she hit his bare bum. Her disapproval was apparent, "Who do you think you are? Did you think you'd get away with breaking the rules? Boys that misbehave get punished and you deserve everyone of these spanks. You're a very bad boy David and I'm going to teach you how to behave properly." The women at the table giggled and chatted to one another, remarking about the lovely shade of red his ass was acquiring. When Veron- ica had paddled David to the point that he squirmed in her grip and swayed his behind back and forth in front of the group, some of them cheered her on, telling her that he needed more. He finally reached the point of verbalizing his discomfort which seemed to incense Veronica's fury even further, for she renewed the energy in her strike. He begged and sobbed for her to stop. "Stop? Stop David? Did you stop when you felt your come rising in you though you knew it was wrong? No, you kept on playing with that nasty cock of yours. So why should I stop now?" She smacked him. "Why? Oh, please, please stop." I could tell that Veronica reached down to his genitals to grip him in this last disciplining effort. He groaned and bent his head. "What a terribly naughty boy you are. Turn around and show these women just how bad you are." He straightened up, his ass marked with welts from the paddle and turned, head bowed. I was shocked. He had a wonderfully engorged erection, but no pubic hair. The transformation to well disciplined little boy was complete. I remembered the embarrassment I faced as a new trainee, denied my adulthood amongst these powerful, erotic women. Naked as a child. I had never thought they'd do the same to a man. Then I recalled the other embarrassments I had to endure that first day: the shaving, the complete bathing and scrubbing as my body was inspected by a stranger, and finally and most embarrassingly, the most thorough enema of my life by an unmerciful older woman who insisted on the holding of the liquid for intermittently long periods of time. I flushed to think that David had endured it all too. Veronica then asked Christine, the lovely auburn-haired petite president to assist her. Christine fondled and masturbat- ed David as he stood in front of everyone, in front of me, while Veronica inspected and tested the sensitivity of his backside. Many comments were made about his body, about his lustfulness and how "easy" it would be to have him. More than a few mentioned that they were sure to take advantage of his trainee position for their service in the next few days. In no time at all, he was ejaculating all the come that was in him onto the conference table. The council laughed out loud as his body convulsed and shot white gobs onto the smooth wood surface. "Well David, I think you've sufficiently embarrassed your- self for now. You can go back to your room." She pulled his pants up from around his ankles and lead him to the hall for a servant to see him to his quarters. When she came back to the conference, she thanked the women for their assistance. Seeing as there was no more business on the floor, the meeting was adjourned. Veronica turned to me as everyone stood, "Clean up his mess. That's the least you can do with your pathetic weak- ness."