"You both have been very bad girls," Mr. Master continued after waiting for the import of his last comment sank in. "And I am a professional who teaches little girls that it is better to be a good girl than bad. I do this by making you hate being a bad girl so much that you won't even think about being anything other than good. Do you both understand."

Honey nodded her head slowly. Her tears had begun again and Mr. Master knew from experience that her little mind was reeling with confusion as much as her little body ached and hungered and thirsted.

Kiki remained still and stoic, staring at that same fixed spot in space. Mr. Master leaned forward and picked up the stinger strap. He noted that Kiki's eyes flickered in his direction and he could hear a change in her breathing. Honey openly stared, her eyes locked on the instrument.

Mr. Master sat back and tapped the strap on the palm of his hand as he made a mental note to be extra harsh on the little one. Mr. Master waited a full five minutes waiting for the slightest hint of relaxation on the part of his charges.

With a speed that didn't seem possible because of his size Mr. Master launched himself from the couch and reached the girls in two long strides, raising the strap as he went. Honey cringed in the chair, lowering her head and screwing her eyes shut. A scream filtered out from around her gag as the strap swung through the air.

The swing was very hard at first, and made a frightening sound as it cut throug the air. Mr. Master was very skilled with this particular tool, his favorite, and so he was able to slow it down and angle it so when it struck Kiki on the left cheek it wasn't with dangerous force. Kiki didn't see it coming until it was too late to move and took the strap on her cheek. Her head snapped to the right and she snapped back to stare up at Mr. Master, her eyes wide with surprise, as her cheek turned bright red. Mr. Master knew that there was a chance of bruising. He didn't like bruising, considering it a sign of a lack of professionalism. He would have to knock a few dollars off his fee for the oversight.

Kiki quickly recovered and glared at Mr. Master. Honey stared in amazement at the red swelling on her sisters normally pale face.

Mr. Master leaned down until he was at Kiki's eye level. "You, littlest one, are going to be a pain in the butthole. I can tell. Perhaps I will be a pain in your butthole as well, eh? Mr. Master paused for effect. Here's the situation. Because you refuse to be polite and contrite and continue to be openly defiant, I have no choice but to heavily punish your sister." Mr. Master paused, taking in the reaction of the girls. Kiki's eyes didn't lose their defiance but she did twist around to look at her sister. Honey was staring up at Mr. Master. Her mouth would have been wide open if it weren't already held open by the ball gag.

Mr. Master walked calmly into the hall and picked up his duffle bag. He carried it casually in spite of it's weight and chuckled inside at the Father's surprise at how heavy it was. He set it down carefully on the table, opened the lock and as he spoke he began removing objects which he lined up on the coffee table.

"There is a rule in survival which is often called the rule of four. It states that one can survive four minutes without air, four hours in very cold or very hot conditions, four days without water and four weeks without food. Over the next month we will test this rule. We will also test other rules, such as a person can endure only ten hours of restrictive bondage without injury. A person can only withstand three hours of extremely painful torture, or go four days without sleep before their mind breaks. A person can only endure four days without sleep before dying.

Mr. Master paused and looked down at the tools that he had chosen for that day. Laying on the coffee table was a nylon-lycra sleeve like those worn with prom dresses. This one had a couple of modifications, the most obvious one being that the wrist portion was sewn shut. Next to it were several plastic cable ties, a set of clothespins which had needle points in their jaws and tiny screws that could be used to tighten them further. There were two probes, both made of rubber. One was about the diameter of Mr. Masters thumb and had two attachment points, one of which had a hose attached to it with a quick release attachment and had two wider bulges at the end which had the tube attached. The other probe was only the thickness of a pencil and it had only one attachment point, which had a tube attached to it as well, and had two small metal clamps at the attachemnt end. Also were two tubes of goo, one red and one blue, four long white boot laces, a "choke chain" style doggie colla r, and a small brass lock.

Mr. Master looked down at his tools. He reached over and moved the Stinger Strap into it's proper place making sure that it aligned perfectly with the rest of the items of his craft. Satisfied, he picked up two of the boot laces, turned to the girls and fished out his keys, which were attached to a chain hooked to his belt.

"Now girls," he began, "I am going to unlock the handcuff that holds your legs crossed. If you move or try anything naughty I will punish you by letting your eyes burn for a while."

He didn't wait for an answer but walked over to the girls. He squatted down and unlocked the cuff from Honey's ankle. He quickly re-locked it to the chair leg where Honey's right leg was still attached. This pulled Kiki so that she was twisted around. She almost faced the chair, the cuffs on her wrists bringing her up short. Her butt no longer supported her, most of her weight was on her arms and her left thigh. Her heels were well off the floor.

"Honey, you need to stand up and move out of the way."

Honey's legs shook as she stood. Her ankles wavered because of the high heels. She shuffled slowly to the left of the chair, her back slightly arched backwards as she tried to relieve the strain on her wrists. Mr. Master took the bootlaces and tied one to each of Kiki's pigtails. Turning her head to the right, twisting it opposite to the direction of her body, he tied the laces off to the arms of the chair. She could move her head a little bit, but the position of her head added to the strain on her body.

Leaning close to Kiki's face, Mr. Master noted that there was a slight darkening among the red swelling of the cheek that he had slapped.

"Now, Kiki, you are going to watch your sister get punished. If you close your eyes I will tape them open for the rest of the day, and add those burning drops every few minutes or so."

Mr. Master swiveled and unlocked the cuff from Honey's right ankle. She immediately shifted her weight a bit trying to ease the strain on her arms. He followed up by unlocking the cuff that squeezed her wrists together from the chair. He noted that her wrists were swollen slightly around the cuff, a sure sign that they were too tight for her.

Mr. Master went back to the couch and sat on the edge of the cushion. He watched Kiki as she tried to blink back tears. She was twisted severely. Most gymists or so called flexi-girls might have been able to withstand such a position, but since Kiki was neither it was beginning to work it's magic on her. "Honey, come here and stand in front of me."

Honey was startled by the sound of Mr. Masters and staggered sideways. Fortuately for her she came up hard against the wall and didn't fall to the bare floor. She recovered her balance and carefully she walked forward. Her eyes reflected her concentration and she limped slightly on the leg that had been crossed all night, but all in all she did very well for the first time walking in those heels. Finally she stood in front of her teacher, her legs quivvering, her little nippies lept up and down as she struggled to catch her breath through her nose.

"Oh, dear me. I forgot to have you bring the hassock." Honey turned to look. Right next to where she hit the wall was a fairly large footstool about a foot and a half wide by two foot long. It was covered in a rough fabric. "You need to go back and get it."

Honey didn't want to, that much was obvious by her slight but noticable hesitation. She tottered back to the stool, gaining skill with every step. She looked down at the stool and it was obvious that she didn't know how she was going to get it back to Mr. Master.

Honey hadn't noticed that Mr. Master had followed her until he said, "Get down on your knees." She turned, startled, caught her leg on the hassock and tumbled landing on her right shoulder. She grunted as her shoulder hit the hard floor and lay there trying to re-orient herself. Mr. Master sat on the stool and assessed the little girl. Her shoulder would bruise, but that could be covered with clothing until it healed so he wouldn't have to deduct more from his fee. He reached down and locked the open wrist cuff to the leg of the hassock and stood.

"You'll have to crawl on your knees and drag that thing behind you," Mr. Master said. "And I am losing my patience so you had better be quick about it." He started to turn and then added, "And don't drag those shoes on the floor. They'll scuff."

As he walked away Honey set about getting to her knees while her wrists were attached close to the floor. It took several tries but she succeeded. She was kneeling on the hard floor, her tummy almost pressed into her thighs. Her arms were pulled to her right putting a strain on her bruised shoulder and tortured wrists. She moved slowly her nylons rasping along the floor. The traction was terrible but slowly she was able to gain momentum, almost falling flat on her face when the hassock moved. It took the better part of twenty minutes, but the heavy hassock rested in front of Mr. Master.

Honey looked like she was about to pass out, so Mr. Master acted quickly. He went into the small bathroom that was next door and drew a glass of water which he splashed onto Honeys face. The cold strenghtened her.

Setting the cup down Mr. Master sat on the edge of the couch. He reached down and unlocked the cuff from Honeys wrists. He screamed through her gag and collapsed to the floor as the feeling quickly returned to her hands and wrists. Mr. Master let her writhe there until she succeeded in bringing her arms around in front of her.

"I want you to stand up."

Honey's eyes showed that she didn't want to stand up. She couldn't use her arms for support, they were still numb, and it took a couple of tries before she could get her legs underneath her but she stood up and faced him. She listed slightly to her right and hung her head that same direction, probably trying to relieve some of the discomfort of her shoulder.

"I want you to kneel on the hassock, doggie style."

Honey complied more quickly this time, the short respite on the floor had returned some small strength. Her manners and movements told Mr. Master that she was resigned already to her fate. For a moment he considered not punishing her further today, but regretfully it was necessary for her sister's training. Honey had positioned herself so her cunnie was facing Mr. Master. He reached forward and untied her thong and pulled it off. Her cunnie was exposed and Honey squeaked. Her entire body turned red suddenly in a flush of embarassment. Mr. Master had already anticipated this as he discovered during the interview with the parents that she had never been uncovered in front of a male, not even her own father.

"Keep your legs wide apart and sit up, then lace your fingers behind your back."

Honey complied, her legs spread wide as she raised up until her torso was upright. She was crying again, anticipating the cuffs. Mr. Master picked up the lycra sleeve, rolled it up and slipped it over her hands. It took a little tugging but eventually Honey's arms were held firmly touching behind her back. Mr. Master picked up the choker collar and fit it around her neck, pulling on it until the ring reached the top edge of the sleeve. He picked up the brass lock and fed it through a brass grommet set in the back of the top edge, through the ring and out another gromet set in the front edge and locked it. The collar made sure that the sleeve wouldn't slide down her arms and the sleeve made sure that the collar was kept tight enough to make Honey fear strangulation, but not too tight to cause even lightheadedness.

Next Mr. Master took three plastic ties and after feeling around Honey's wrists he placed the ties in the three grooves left by the handcuffs. Honey squealed as he tightned the first tie and pressed the thin plastic against her tenderized flesh. The tightness of the sleeve itself passed some of the pressure to the swollen bits. The end result was that the outside of both her wrists were throbbing when he was done.

"Lean forward and put your right cheek on the hassock."

As honey complied her left nylon almost slipped off the hassock. Mr. Master caught her leg and placed it firmly in the proper position. "Stick your butt in the air," he ordered.

Honey complied. Mr. Master picked up the stinger strap. "Now, young lady. I am going to warm your bottom a bit before we continue getting you ready for punishment. I follow the guidelines for young people strictly, no more than one swat for each year that you've been alive. However, I add twelve to the count in honor of your first twelve months alive. So for you the count would be twenty swats. Normally I would add some as a penalty for your stumble into the wall and your fall off the hassock, but since you hurt yourself somewhat in both I will forgo the added strokes.

Before Honey could brace, Mr. Master brought the strap down hard on her right butt cheek. There was a loud smack and Honey let out a scream. Most people don't realized just how tender a butt can become when it is forced against a hard wood chair for a night. Mr. Master didn't hesitate, laying on the full twenty with full force rapidly, not giving Honey any time to clench or brace for the next strike. The end result was that her butt was as red as Kiki's cheek and just as swollen.

Laying the strap down on the coffee table, Mr. Master picked up the blue tube. He pulled a latex glove from his back pocket and put it on his hand before rubbing the goo liberally over Honey's cunnie and nippie areas. It didn't burn, but did tingle a bit.

While the blue goo did it's magic, Mr. Master left Honey in that position and went to the kitchen for a break and a spot of tea.