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Chapter 23 - Wendy's Whipping
Burnside almost immediately achieved her main goal with Wendy, to get
her thought patterns away from what they had been over the past year.
Wendy ceased to think about gambling. Her suicide fantasies totally
vanished from her mind. Instead her life and thoughts consisted of
pleasing her mistress, her correspondence classes, and her art. Wendy
did not have time to think about anything else. Burnside forced her to
focus her time and her energies. Wendy learned to appreciate her life.
She learned to cherish the few free moments available to her and use
them to their fullest. In a strange way she was happier then she had
been in a long time. Wendy's life was very structured, with very clear
rules and expectations. As cruel as Burnside may have been, she deeply
cared for Wendy, and Wendy knew it.
Burnside punished Wendy much less frequently than the student had
anticipated when she began her period of servitude. Partly this was
because Wendy adapted well to serving her. However, it also partly was
because of Burnside's attitude about punishment. Burnside believed that
physical punishment loses its effectiveness if given too frequently. The
victim becomes used to it and eventually becomes less afraid of being
punished. There also is the fact that the body compensates for
punishments given too frequently.
Burnside never punished Wendy over an area that had not completely
healed from the previous punishment. She wanted to avoid toughening
Wendy's body, but at the same time she wanted to avoid injuring her. For
example, during the second week Wendy broke a glass pan lid while
cooking. She immediate confessed to Burnside about the lid, kneeling and
holding the two largest pieces in front of her. Wendy's confession
resulted in a lighter punishment, 20 strokes across the fronts of her
thighs with a riding crop. Wendy's bottom and shoulders were still
marked from the first switching, and for Burnside would remain
off-limits until the marks were gone. The only unmarked part of Wendy's
body suitable for punishment at that time were the fronts of Wendy's
Burnside wanted her servant to fear each punishment as much as she
feared the first one, which was another reason Wendy never received a
severe punishment more than once every three or four weeks. Burnside
never used the same implement twice. She forced Wendy to assume
At age 41, Ruth Burnside had an insatiable sexual appetite. About half
the nights Wendy was with her, Burnside had a lover over. In all Wendy
counted a total of 16 lovers; 13 men and 3 women. Some came over only
once, others came over several times. The majority of the lovers seemed
to be in their 30’s, although there were a couple of guys who appeared
to be in their 50’s, and one young woman who seemed not much older than
Wendy. Burnside’s lovers included two Blacks, a couple of Hispanics, a
guy from Mainland China, and a young man who appeared to be from the
The discipline sessions all followed the same general pattern, but there
were variations. For example, the young woman seemed particularly
embarrassed at having to undress in front of Wendy. Burnside forced her
to focus on her submission by ordering her to spend a long time standing
under the spotlight with her hands behind her head, while Wendy walked
around her and carefully studied her body. When the guy from Mainland
China came over, it was Wendy who issued Burnside’s commands to him in
Chinese. The Chinese guy spoke good English, but hearing the orders
spoken to him in his native language added to his humiliation and sense
Wendy never participated in anything beyond the initial part of
Burnside’s discipline sessions. She came out to take the submissive’s
clothing and serve the wine, and then was dismissed. When Burnside was
entertaining, she allowed her servant to close her bedroom door. Wendy’s
reward from Burnside for participating in the sessions was that she
could work on her art instead of studying. However, the sessions
fascinated Wendy and she gladly would have participated even without the
incentive of not having to spend the night doing her coursework.
Burnside made the rules very clear to both Wendy and her guests. Wendy
was expected to perform her role in Burnside’s discipline ritual and
serve wine. She owed the guests nothing else. The guests were to respect
the servant and not attempt to flirt with her or engage her in any
“If anyone who comes over here is ever disrespectful to you, let me know
immediately. I want you to understand that to disrespect you is to
disrespect me, and there will be hell to pay for anyone who tries it.”
Burnside invariably punished her lovers. Wendy often heard the
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... of a punishment coming from Burnside's
bedroom once the living room portion of the punishment was over.
Sometimes she heard crying or screams.
Wendy was under the impression that Burnside cared little for most of
her lovers. They came over, gave up their clothes, had their wine,
received a punishment, had sex, and were gone after a few hours.
During January Burnside entertained lovers about a half of the nights
Wendy lived with her. During many of the nights that Burnside was not
with guests she ordered Wendy to be with her. When it came to sex,
Burnside was extremely demanding and often very cruel to her servant.
Occasionally Burnside used sex as a means to punish Wendy instead of the
constant whippings she had expected prior to coming over.
Burnside totally dominated Wendy’s sexuality during the first month of
her servitude. During their first few nights together the professor
learned the physical vulnerabilities of the student’s body, and then
used those vulnerabilities to completely control her. It was through
sex, much more than the physical punishments, that Burnside forced Wendy
to become truly submissive to her.
Burnside especially loved to torment her servant by bringing her close
to orgasm but not allowing her to climax. Wendy spent countless hours
with her wrists and ankles attached to her bed-posts and her eyes
covered while Burnside played with her body. For hours on end she pulled
desperately at her restraints and groaned while Burnside lightly teased
her between the legs with her fingertips and tongue. When Wendy was
almost insane from arousal, Burnside unhooked her cuffs and led her back
to the master bedroom by the wrist. Sometimes she threw herself on top
of Wendy and pressed her pelvis against Wendy's. Sometimes she forced
Wendy's face between her legs. Sometimes she ordered Wendy to arouse her
with her fingertips. Sometimes she shoved her fingers up Wendy's bottom
or vagina. Sometimes she forced Wendy to use her fingers on her.
Occasionally she was merciful to Wendy and allowed her to climax.
During that time Wendy was desperate to draw. The urge to draw burned
inside her, to the point that she often sacrificed sleep to create
drawings. By the middle of February she had a sizable collection of
top-quality artwork in her desk drawer. The drawings became Wendy's
outlet for the responsibilities and torments she was enduring. The
drawings themselves had changed from the ones she created over the
summer. Besides intense suffering, the newest works also reflected
Wendy's work on her classes was one important part of her life while she
stayed with the professor. Each morning, right after breakfast, Wendy
knelt at Burnside's desk and held her correspondence work in front of
her for the professor to review. She watched nervously as Burnside
looked over her assignments. Burnside never corrected anything, but if
she did not think that Wendy had done good work, she brusquely handed
the papers back with the comment "This won't work. Re-do it." It was up
to Wendy to figure out what needed to be corrected. Burnside was
determined that her servant strive to do her best in her studies, and
more importantly, to learn to solve as many problems as possible on her
own. However, Burnside was not so cruel as to leave Wendy with no
guidance with her studies. Wendy soon learned that during their
breakfast or dinner conversations Burnside dropped hints about her work
and how she could find the answers to her assignments. Wendy learned to
listen carefully to the professor for any hints or tips that Burnside
might be willing to give her.
Wendy learned the hard way not to try to slip anything past her
mistress. At the end of January she needed to do a report for her
independent study. She showed the report to Burnside along with some
other papers. Burnside thrust the paper back in Wendy's face with the
comment "Don't even think about turning this in! You will re-do it, and
there will be no drawing until you have this report properly done!"
Wendy's drawing was her only outlet, so she desperately needed to get
the paper out of the way and get back to her art. At that point she made
a big mistake. She made a few corrections and e-mailed the paper to her
accounting professor. The next day she received a response, a C+ on the
paper. Then Wendy made another mistake, saying nothing to Burnside. She
did not realize that Burnside had set her home Internet account to
automatically copy all incoming and outgoing e-mail messages to her home
and send the copied messages to her computer at work. From her office
Burnside was able to review the entire correspondence between Wendy and
her accounting professor. She downloaded and copied the paper and
returned home with it in the afternoon.
Burnside said nothing to Wendy, but took out a whip and some wrist cuffs
that were attached to chains. The implement was a thin buggy-style whip.
The blows would sting, but the whip was not heavy and there was little
risk of breaking Wendy's skin. Burnside would be able to hit Wendy many
times with it, and even cross the welts, without much concern about
injury. She laid the items on her dresser. This would be a long
punishment, since Wendy had attempted to lie to Burnside by not telling
her about her C+. However, Burnside was not planning to whip Wendy that
night. Waiting would be part of her punishment.
It was significant that Burnside was not planning to do the one thing
that truly would hurt Wendy; take away her art supplies. Burnside knew
the importance of Wendy's art as part of her therapy. The loss of her
art supplies truly would be a severe punishment to Wendy, but one,
thought Burnside, that ultimately would not help her. Wendy would suffer
for the correspondence course paper and not telling her what happened,
but the suffering would be physical. Wendy's art was off-limits.
While Wendy was preparing dinner Burnside quietly slipped in her room
and placed the downloaded paper on her servant’s desk. Wendy would
discover it after dinner and then would have to approach the professor
about it. Burnside was pleasant during dinner and allowed her servant to
sit with her. Wendy was cheerful, thinking she had outwitted the
professor. After the meal Burnside sat down at her computer to work on
an article for a professional journal she contributed to, while Wendy
cleaned up from dinner. Wendy knelt at the bathroom door, as usual, for
Burnside to take her collar off for her bath. She came out, knelt again
for Burnside to put the collar back on, and then was dismissed.
Wendy's heart stopped when she went in her room and saw what was on her
desk. Her hands shook as she picked up the paper. She looked out her
door at her mistress, typing away at her article. Wendy stood
immobilized in terror for a moment, but finally could not wait anymore.
Shaking, she walked out and knelt next to Burnside's desk.
"Dr. Burnside...I...I...request...per...permission to...sp...speak."
Burnside said nothing. She was in the middle of a paragraph and typing
furiously, not wanting to lose her train of thought. Wendy waited until
she finished with the paragraph. Still ignoring her servant, Burnside
said nothing. She thumbed through a book, found the quote she was
looking for, copied it to the article and typed the reference footnote,
and started the next paragraph. Wendy became more and more nervous.
"D...Dr. Burnside...I...re...request...permission to...sp...speak."
Burnside did not look up. She kept her eyes focused on her computer
screen and with a cold, flat voice, responded, "I heard you the first
time. Your problems are not the only thing I have to worry about in my
life. I will finish this article, send it out, and then we will discuss
Burnside typed for another hour. Wendy did not know what to do. Should
she get up, return to her room, and wait for Burnside to finish? Should
she stay there, kneeling until Burnside was ready to talk? Wendy decided
not to move. Her legs began to cramp from kneeling, but she was afraid
to get up without being directed.
What un-nerved Wendy the most was that Burnside had not looked at her
when she responded. With anyone else that might have seemed a trivial
detail, but with Burnside it wasn't. Burnside was fanatical about
looking people in the eye when she spoke to them. Wendy realized that
she truly was in disgrace. Burnside had refused to even grant her the
dignity of eye-contact.
The professor finished the article, ran spell-check, reviewed her
footnotes to make sure she had properly cited her sources, logged onto
the Internet and her publisher's account, and sent off the article. She
disconnected, brought up her screen-saver, and finally turned to face
"OK, Wendy. Now you have permission to speak."
"You...you were right. I...got...a...'C' on...this p...paper. I...I'm
sorry, Dr. Burnside."
"Two things. First, you got a 'C+'. Don't sell yourself short. Second,
don't tell me you're sorry. If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it,
and you wouldn't have tried to slip this past me. Telephone operators
and customer service reps say 'sorry', which is what you'll be if you
don't pull yourself together. I expect you to take responsibility for
what you do and not be 'sorry'. Another thing. You saw full-well that I
was working on an article. Your problem was not urgent. I did not
appreciate the interruption."
"Y...yes, Dr. Burnside."
"So…where do we go from here? I told you not to send that paper for a
reason. It's shit, and you should be ashamed you wrote it. Had you
turned that to in me, I would have given you a 'C-'. Then you thought
you could trick me. Send it off and I wouldn't know. Worse, you deleted
your correspondence with your professor so I wouldn't see it, after I
specifically told you to NEVER delete e-mail messages on my Internet
account. You deleted your correspondence to deceive me. Now, stand up
and turn around."
Wendy stood up, momentarily grateful to relieve the cramping in her legs
she was suffering from kneeling so long. Burnside scanned her back and
bottom. There were no marks from the switching several weeks before.
Wendy was ready for her second severe punishment.
"Now face me...OK. Where do we go from here?"
"I...I guess...you'll punish me...Dr. Burnside."
"That's true. That is what will happen. I will whip you tomorrow
afternoon, when I have some time to punish you properly. Now get in bed.
I want you up at 6:00, my breakfast at 7:00."
"Yes, Dr. Burnside."
With that Burnside turned back to her computer and typed her password.
Wendy was dismissed.
Wendy returned to her room, terrified. A whipping. She was sure that
Burnside meant exactly that; She faced being flogged with a whip.
Wendy got in her bed and quietly cried. It was terrible to have to wait
like this. She would not be able to sleep much, if at all. She thought
about Amy and Suzanne, about their freedom and how they must be enjoying
this evening. She thought about her parents, and wondered what they
would think if they could see her now. Why had she done this to herself?
Why had she messed up her life like this? If she could only go back and
undo everything she did a year ago, she could have a happy, decent life
right now. Instead...
As much as Wendy's heart filled with regret, if never occurred to her to
pick up her cell phone and ask Amy or Suzanne to come get her. This was
her life now, the one she had chosen for herself. She had nowhere to go,
nothing to do, other than her life here in this house. Tomorrow would be
a terrible day, but somehow she would have to get through it.
The following day started out normally, except that when Wendy went into
the living room, she saw a pair of open leather cuffs suspended, about
three feet apart, from chains attached to the ceiling. Wendy's
punishment would not be until after lunch, but Burnside hung the cuffs
as a reminder to her servant of what she would have to face later in the
day. She also hung the cuffs in the morning to test Wendy's
determination to remain in her house. Wendy had the entire morning to
think about what she would face in the afternoon. Her cell phone
remained in her room. There was plenty of time for Wendy to call Amy or
Suzanne and leave if she so desired.
Wendy rushed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Burnside had not
said anything about eating or not eating, so she fixed herself breakfast
as well. However, Wendy did not feel like eating.
Burnside came out, already dressed for her early class. Wendy seated
her, then looked at the professor, wondering whether to sit down
"Wendy, sit down and have a good breakfast. You won't be eating lunch
and I doubt you'll want dinner."
Wendy forced herself to eat. Burnside said nothing more. She finished
and went out to her car, leaving the student to clean up.
Wendy tried to keep herself busy the entire morning, to forget about
what she would have to face in the afternoon. She cleaned up from
breakfast and cleaned the two bathrooms. Burnside had expected her to
study, but there was no way she could concentrate.
Wendy sat at her desk and glanced at her cell-phone. She felt a fleeting
temptation to call Amy and ask her friend to pick her up. The temptation
was only momentary, however.
Wendy had entered into her agreement with Burnside at her own request.
It had been her choice to be Burnside's servant. It had been her choice
to attempt to deceive Burnside about the assignment. It now would be her
choice to stay and accept the consequences of her actions. The thought
of being whipped terrified her more than ever, but she would stay and
face that fear. She realized this was the moment, the opportunity for
her to face her terror directly and overcome it. She would conquer her
fear and finally achieve the transformation in her soul that she so
desperately wanted. At that moment Wendy felt more liberated than she
had ever felt before.
Wendy filled the rest of her time that morning drawing a picture.
Her emotional turmoil came out in the drawing. She finished the drawing
and was contemplating starting on another when she heard Burnside's car
pull into the garage. Wendy ran out into the center of living room and
knelt on the floor. Her heart pounded as she glanced up at the cuffs
hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes were wide with fear and she was
Burnside came in and glanced approvingly at her servant. Burnside was
well-aware of the temptation she had given Wendy by leaving her alone
all morning with the option of fleeing the house open to her. She had
decided to test her servant because she had doubted Wendy's
determination to fulfill her part of the agreement. Wendy, by staying in
spite of her fears, had proven herself to her mistress. Wendy’s
determination to stay would in no way alleviate her upcoming whipping,
but it would very profoundly change the relationship between the two
women once the punishment was over and Wendy’s welts had healed.
Burnside went to her room to change and pick up the rest of the items
that she needed for the girl’s whipping. Burnside changed into shorts
and a sports bra. She wanted maximum freedom of movement and was not
interested in dressing the part of a dominatrix. She took out leather
cuffs for Wendy's ankles, a black scarf to blindfold her, and some short
chains and hooks to attach Wendy's ankle cuffs to eye-hooks installed in
the floor. She picked up the whip and carried everything back out to the
Burnside laid everything in front of Wendy. She let her servant have a
good look at the whip before picking up the scarf. Wendy's terrified
eyes met the professor's. She was scared, and with good reason. Burnside
folded the scarf, placed it over Wendy's eyes, tied it behind her head,
and checked to make sure she could not peek out if she raised her head.
Wendy heard the rattling of the chains as Burnside attached them to a
set of collapsible eyehooks in the floor. Burnside had several sets of
these buried in the carpeting. They were barely noticeable metal
squares, but each had a metal loop that popped up when needed and that
folded down flat when not needed. There were several sets of the same
type of eyehooks in the ceiling, drilled into the wooden studs through
the ceiling drywall and easily capable of supporting a person's full
Burnside then grabbed Wendy's arm and ordered her to stand up. She
positioned the trembling girl under the suspended cuffs, lifted each of
her arms, and wrapped her wrists in the restraints. Wendy was not
suspended, but as soon as her feet were spread and attached to the floor
she would have very little freedom of movement.
"Put your feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart."
Wendy complied, and felt the cuffs wrap around her ankles. She now was
mostly immobilized, with her arms and feet spread. Burnside had access
to every part of her body except the soles of her feet. Burnside knew
what she was doing. Wendy would be able to move just a little, enough to
maintain her circulation and not go numb during the punishment.
Burnside backed away to admire Wendy's attractive body. She resisted the
urge to unhook Wendy and have sex with her before starting her
"Wendy, why am I whipping you?"
"I...I...t...turned in...a...a bad...p...paper...Dr. Burnside."
"That's not the main reason. Try again."
"I...t...tried to...h...hide it...from you."
"That's somewhat closer to the truth. I am whipping you because you
tried to deceive me. Remember when I first punished you with Amy? I
punished you two for the exact same reason I'm punishing you now. It
wasn't that Marshall Plan paper that pissed me off. It was the
deception. This is the second time you tried to deceive me. You will
learn that trying to deceive me is not a good idea."
"Y...yes, Dr. Burnside."
With that Burnside picked up the whip. She planned to hit Wendy many,
many times with it.
The first two strokes took Wendy by surprise. Wendy had expected to be
hit on the bottom. Burnside knew that, and instead hit her across the
fronts of both thighs. Wendy was shocked by how sharply the whip stung.
The pain was somewhat sharper than Burnside's switch.
Wendy gasped and thrust herself backwards, only to thrust forward again
when Burnside slashed at her bottom. Wendy screamed. Burnside laid three
strokes across Wendy's shoulders and then three more on her bottom.
Again Wendy thrust forward. Pain radiated over her body. She screamed
again as Burnside lay a series of strokes on the fronts of her thighs.
The professor stopped.
"Wendy, you are not showing any self-discipline at all. I expect you to
stand still for this. Instead you're moving around like a ballet dancer.
Stick your butt out and keep it out. If you don't, I know how to make
this a lot worse."
Crying, Wendy shifted her bottom out.
laid a long series of strokes across Wendy's bottom and the backs of her
thighs. She spaced the blows apart to let Wendy feel each one and
Again and again Wendy screamed. With every bit of willpower she tried to
keep her bottom out, fighting her instincts to shift forward and attempt
to escape that horrible whip.
As was the case for the switching at the end of December, Wendy's world
was reduced to the pain being inflicted on her body. She was not
conscious of anything other than her physical sensations. Her instincts
demanded that she do anything, anything at all, to get this to stop. And
yet she was able to resist the temptation to beg for mercy, knowing
full-well there would be no mercy.
continued to lay the sharp blows on Wendy's bottom and thighs, leaving a
mass of swollen reddish lines criss-crossing her tender brown skin.
Wendy continued to do the one thing that Burnside permitted her to do,
scream. Her blindfold was becoming wet from tears. Every so often
Burnside paused, waiting for Wendy to stop screaming and get her breath
back for the next round.
Burnside turned her attention to Wendy's shoulders. This time it was not
important that Wendy stay in position. Wendy's shoulders were
vulnerable, no matter what. Again and again Burnside struck Wendy's
shoulders and upper back, until the mass of reddish lines matched the
lines on her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Again Wendy screamed,
thrusting her head back and forth, her face distorted with the pain and
fear of what she was enduring.
The professor stopped. She noticed a couple of blood blisters on Wendy's
shoulders. She had not broken the skin, but the blisters signaled to
Burnside that she had to be more careful. She waited for Wendy to stop
screaming and get her breath back. She positioned herself for the next
portion of the whipping, across the fronts of her servant’s thighs.
Wendy's sobbing died down a little.
struck Wendy again and again across the fronts of her thighs. Wendy
screamed much louder when Burnside carefully laid a series of marks on
the insides of her legs, frighteningly close to her vagina. In her haze
of pain Wendy realized that yes, Burnside was perfectly capable of
Once again Burnside paused to let Wendy stop screaming and get her
breath back. For a long time Wendy sobbed loudly, as she hung by her
wrists. When her sobs died down Burnside spoke to her.
"OK, now you know what I am capable of. I haven't hit you there, yet. I
will if you don't obey me."
Wendy, breathing in broken, frightened gasps, nodded.
"Get your butt out. Keep it out. You've had your warning."
Wendy thrust her bottom out as far as she could. She was terrified, much
more so than before this punishment began. Now she knew real fear.
laid another long series of strokes on Wendy's already punished bottom.
The student screamed, but this time her fear of being
hit...there...between her legs on the most sensitive part of her body,
motivated her to stay in position. Again and again Burnside struck her
servant’s bottom and thighs, stopping only when she noticed several
blood blisters among the mass of welts. Wendy screamed louder than ever.
For the last time during this session Burnside stopped to watch Wendy
sob and slowly get her breath back. She noticed that the girl was
hanging by her wrists and not supporting her weight with her feet.
Burnside decided to end the punishment.
Saying nothing, the professor unhooked Wendy's ankle cuffs and took them
off. She then put her arm around Wendy's waist and with her free hand
struggled to unhook the wrist cuffs. Wendy was still sobbing as the
second hook was released and her weight shifted into Burnside's arm.
Burnside led the sobbing student back to the guest bedroom and guided
her onto her bed on her stomach. Wendy was still in too much pain to be
aware of much going on around her and was crying violently. Burnside
took off Wendy's blindfold and for a while sat next to her on the bed to
make sure she would be all right.
Burnside went back out into the living room, took the chains down from
the ceiling and put everything away. Then she checked on her servant,
who was still on her stomach, crying. She examined the welts on Wendy's
shoulders and bottom. She had not broken the girl’s skin, but in several
spots she had come close. Wendy was crying more quietly now. Burnside
decided to leave her alone, but check on her periodically for the rest
of the day.
Burnside had a guest over later that night, but Wendy did not see him.
Just before he came over Burnside left a glass of water on Wendy's desk.
She still was crying quietly from the shock and pain of her punishment.
Burnside knew that she was in no condition to do anything or face
anyone. Before she left Wendy's room, Burnside had a final comment for
"Wendy, I expect top performance out of you for everything. I do not
expect haphazard work and deception from you. Now you know what will
happen if you don't take our agreement more seriously. Do you
Wendy sobbed. "Yes, Dr. Burnside."
"Good. Try to drink some water and get as much rest as you can. You can
keep your door closed tonight. Tomorrow we start fresh. I want you up at
6:00, my breakfast at 7:00."
"Yes, Dr. Burnside."
The whipping was a turning point in Wendy's life and her relationship
with her mentor. It was the closest Burnside ever came to punishing
Wendy as severely as what was in her pictures. Now Wendy knew what it
felt like. The experience was somewhat different than she had imagined,
but every bit as intense. The whipping traumatized her for several days
and that trauma was reflected in her pictures over the next several
Wendy’s character changed after the whipping. Although she had adapted
well to serving Burnside from the beginning, now she was determined to
perform her duties in a way she had not prior to the end of January.
Wendy became very diligent in all areas of her life; the housework, the
meals for the professor and herself, her classes, her art. Wendy pushed
Wendy's diligence extended to her sex life with Burnside. There was a
passion in Wendy's sex drive that had not existed prior to the whipping.
She was not passionate out of fear of another whipping. She was
passionate because the whipping put a new intensity into her soul, an
ability to do things 100%. Wendy now wanted all areas of her
relationship with Burnside to be 100%.
On the nights they had sex, Wendy loved submitting to Burnside's kisses
and caresses. Wendy treated Burnside with passion. There were moments
when the student took control, pressing Burnside to the bed and covering
her body with kisses and caresses. Wendy struggled to satisfy her
mentor’s sex drive as much as possible, to the point that Burnside
looked forward to her nights with her servant. Wendy became an excellent
lover. As a result Burnside lost interest in other people.
Burnside's sexual tormenting of Wendy did not stop. It intensified, as
it became obvious that Wendy wanted to be tormented sexually as part of
her relationship with the professor. Wendy grew to love the sessions of
being restrained on her bed, helpless and at Burnside's mercy. As much
as Burnside tormented Wendy during these sessions, she was determined to
satisfy the girl as well. Wendy had orgasms with an intensity she never
could have imagined prior to entering Burnside's house.
Burnside noticed the hurt in Wendy's eyes when she had other lovers
over. Wendy became jealous of her mistress. Burnside could have used
Wendy's jealousy to torment her further, but she cared about Wendy and
had no desire to hurt her feelings. As the semester progressed she cut
back on her other relationships to spend more evenings with Wendy.
The only exception was Halsey. There was no way that Burnside would
alter her relationship with him, not for Wendy, nor for anyone else.
Wendy understood and accepted it. She made every effort to accommodate
that part of Burnside's life, serving Burnside and Halsey with 100%
concentration whenever he came over.
When Wendy knelt and presented herself to Burnside in the performance of
her duties, her eyes reflected a passion for her goal of pleasing the
professor. There was an intensity in Wendy's eyes that unsettled
Burnside, but at the same time pleased and gratified her. Wendy's
servitude was in no way relaxed, and the threat of a punishment always
remained a part of her life. However, it was that same threat that put
passion into everything that Wendy did.
Burnside punished Wendy severely three more times that semester. There
was a caning the week before Mardi Gras, with Wendy restrained to the
leather bench. In the middle of March there was a flogging with a
martinet. Finally, in the middle of April there was a strapping, similar
to what she had received from Amy the year before. As harsh as those
punishments were, none of them came close to severity of the January
By the end of February, Burnside was beginning to think about the need
to transition Wendy back to normal life. Her servitude was not even half
over, but Burnside had to begin the process of slowly preparing her to
face the outside world again. Amy would be instrumental for helping
Burnside achieve her goal.
Burnside saw Amy in her office on a daily basis, but never had mentioned
Wendy. She knew that was hard on Amy. Every time they worked together
Burnside could see the question in Amy's eyes, what is happening to
Wendy? Amy's question now would be answered, but not by Burnside. The
professor decided that Amy and Wendy should begin to correspond as the
initial step for Wendy getting ready to leave her house. For the first
time in two months, Wendy would be allowed a link to the outside world
in her personal life.
Burnside began by asking Wendy to give her the pictures she had drawn so
far to turn over to Amy. She suspected that Amy's photographer roommate
could get them published. Wendy handed Burnside a sizable stack of
artwork. Burnside was a bit surprised, realizing how much sleep the
student must have given up to make all these drawings. All of them,
without exception, were excellent. Burnside's disdain for the arts
softened when she realized the power that could come out in images such
as the ones created by her servant.
That afternoon Burnside saw Amy in her office. She made some tea and
passed a cup to her student aide. Then she spoke.
"Amy, there is a question you've had, and that you tried to ask me back
in December. You want to know what's going on with Wendy. You'll get
your answer, but not from me. I cannot tell you what's going on with
Wendy. It's up to Wendy to tell you what she wants to."
The professor paused for a moment, collected her thoughts, and
"I need you to start writing Wendy. Write her every day. News, gossip,
poems, I don't care what. But write her. In three months she will come
back out into the world. You’re going to have to help her, starting now.
Whenever she chooses to write I'll bring her letters back to you."
"Why can't I just e-mail her?"
"It's not the same. If you write her letters you'll be forced to put
some thought into them. You can't do that with an e-mail. Another thing.
You asked if you could see her. Right now my guess is you'll start
seeing her sometime in about three or four weeks, towards the end of
Burnside then took out the pictures from her briefcase and passed them
"I'm giving you the drawings she's done up to now. If your photographer
friend can get them published for her I would appreciate it."
Amy laid the drawings on her desk and carefully looked at them. The
element of extreme pleasure in many of the images surprised Amy. She
knew that Suzanne would be very happy to see these and that they were
headed for publication.
The Wanderings of Amy - Chapter 24