Tiny Coercive : Part I

The madam then tenderly caressed both cheeks. "You got four
instead of three for failing to maintain your position. Ah,
there's plenty of supple flesh here, wench." She slapped each
cheek lightly several times and then dug her fingers deep into
each globe, groping and caressing, soothing the pain somewhat,
while breathing deeply. "Face me wench!" Olivia rose and turned
around, clutching her cheeks. "Ah, ah wench...hands off the flesh
and relish the consequences of disobeying your madam!" She
quickly moved her hands.

"Let this be a warning, never speak without being spoken to and
never ever...question my orders! Any violation will result in you
getting more of this!" She flexed the cane, bouncing Olivia's
breasts with the curve, "is that clearly understood?" She spoke
assuming a superior air; one eyebrow raised; her expression
changing suddenly to sweet, briefly to arrogant, followed then by
a sweet adoring smile.

"Yes...madam." She whimpered, her voice trembling through a
flood of tears; asshe became even more confused by the madam's
variable moods. As the shock wore off, realizing her privates
were exposed, she hunched over and timidly covered up again.

"Look me in the eyes and get those hands up behind your
neck...now!" Her face turned fierce again, while slapping the
palm of her hand with the cane for emphasis. "Unless or course
you'd like to bend over again." She sighed, her eyes glowing,
breaking into a wistful smile, visibly eager to wield the cane
again. She began stroking it slowly in the palm of one hand, like
a fiddlerbowing a violin. Olivia quickly moved her hands as
ordered, hunched over averting her eyes in shame and fear of that
ominous instrument of pain.
"Always look me in the eyes wench, when I speak to you! Stand up
straight, push out your chest, shoulders back, and hips forward!"
She slapped her palm again displaying that intimidating smile;
clearly relishing her authority while her eyes focused at length
on Olivia's uncovered genitals. She then took a deep breath,
lingering on Olivia's now proudly displayed breasts and caught
her eyes again as she resumed stroking the violin.

"Something wrong wench? Are we ashamed of showing our naked
body?" She flipped one of Olivia's breasts with the cane, making
her gasp. "I'm proud of mine. Spread your feet and thrust out
your pelvis more. More!" Olivia obeyed, straining to achieve the
required stance, as the madam stared at her vagina and then,
traced the tip of the cane through her pubic curls.

"I've...I've never been b...bare-naked, before a stranger
madam."

"You're in my service now; your life is about me and nothing
else; so...as oftoday, I'm not a stranger, or do you still think
so?" She continued to tracethe cane through her curls.

"No madam I'm...I'm in your service; my...my madam is not a...a
stranger."

"So...is it alright now for your madam to look at and touch your
naked body?" The cane moved up and flipped each breasts; again
making her gasp, not from pain but fear of the ominous threat it
represented to her burning behind.

"Yes...yes madam," she answered barely audible, while the cane
again rearranges her curls.

"What is that wench? I can't hear you!"

"Yes my madam, can see and feel my n...naked b...b...body." The
cane moved inbetween her thighs; she gasped as it lodged in, and
moved from side to side flipping her inner labial lips.

"That's much better, now...thank me for caning you and tell me
why...you deserved it?" She leered at her vagina again, as the
cane moved back up to her bush;making her gasp again, as the
point glanced her clitoris.

"Thank you...for...for caning me madam." Her head was spinning;
leaving her totally perplexed and unable to focus on right or
wrong. Then an irrational quirk in her brain encouraged perhaps
by the lingering pain, convinced her to apologize sincerely. "I'm
truly sorry; please forgive me madam. I...I must be obedient
and... and do what madam tells me or I deserve to be...to be
caned."

Despite her sincere apology, she desperately fought the urge to
cringe in reaction to the humiliating exposure of her privates,
violating the most sacre rule of moral behaviour in her
upbringing. Not only was she naked but the posture demanded,
prominently displayed her most intimate areas to the madam's
arrogant stare. Then inexplicably, something in her rattled brain
conspired against her better judgement, conjuring up a notion
that the madam, as her employer was within her rights and she was
being ungrateful by assuming she was being abused. She deserved
to be caned then; but how could she have known? She felt dizzy,
nearly passing out from conflicting thoughts swirling in her
head.

"Very well wench, now...get on your knees. Place your hands in
the praying position, finger tips on your chin and eyes on the
floor." She obeyed, still trembling nearly loosing her balance
kneeling; under the illusion now that she was duty bound to obey.
"There's no need to be afraid, wench...as long as you mind my
orders. Repeat after me, I am a common household wench and I will
obey all orders, no matter what I'm told to do. You will look at
me while answering!" Olivia's voice cracked several times, while
tearfully repeating the words; as she watched her madam,
savouring every word, stroking that menacing cane.

"Ah, you are improving wench; now like I told you, never speak
unless spoken to. If you have a question, fall to your knees, as
you are now but with eyes on the floor and wait until I give you
permission to look up and speak but if the question is frivolous
you'll be caned." She flexed the cane smiling wistfully."You may
get up, now look in the next room and tell me what you see," she
pointed with the cane to a curtained doorway. Olivia breathed a
little easier with the threat of the cane seemingly gone; she got
up and pulled the curtain, peering in the room.

"There's a potty madam and some pails and cloths."
"Alright get up here!" She tapped a milking stool with the cane.
Olivia quickly clambered up and after a penetrating stare,
assumed the required stance again, spreading her feet as much as
the stool allowed.

She tucked the cane into her armpit and proceeded to fondle and
squeeze her body, digging her fingers almost painfully into her
flesh. "Very shapely you are, beautiful body: waspy waists," she
spanned it with thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and twisting
her body one way and the other; "wide curvaceous hips," her hands
palmed down clutching the widest part, again twisting her body;
"and thick sculptured thighs," Clasped one thigh between her
hands, she rolled its flesh, then repeating with the other thigh.

She then palmed her breasts, squeezing, rotating, lifting and
then kissed her nipples, sucking and nibbling each gently. "What
delicious firm breasts you have; very unusual pear-fruit shapes."
She took several deep breaths and then traced their shapes with a
finger, tapping each underneath to watch them bounce.

"You are very beautiful aren't you?" She caught her eyes,
flashing a tender smile." Olivia stopped trembling in response to
the pleasant tone and tried to kneel on the stool to reply. "It's
alright wench...you may answer standing, when I...ask the
question."

"Thank you madam, many people say I'm...pretty." Having been
raised not to revel in compliments about her looks, she timidly
cocked her head, batting her eyelashes. It did make her feel warm
all over, even forgetting about the unwarranted groping and her
sore flesh. The madam stood back and motioned her to turn around.
Olivia thought she was being caned again but instead her buttocks
and thighs were caressed, particularly the inner thighs near her
crotch.

"Wonderful round globes, a lot like mine," she kneaded them,
slapping bothlightly, "nice supple flesh; you're very strong
aren't you?"
"Yes madam, stronger than many average size people, even some
boys." She smiled shyly over her shoulder; for the moment feeling
at ease with her madam's shameless physical inspection.