Resolution - Part 3

By Nigel McParr
von_souppe @ hotmail . com
Copyright 2009 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

Celia Hamilton was struggling to realize she had just won the Prize. She was standing on the stage in the Square surrounded by the Community and trying to comprehend her elevated status. The High Magistrate had opened the Prize bidding by lightly whipped her while a masked young man shamelessly butt-fucked her. Drawing on her personal and business wealth, Matron Victoria Aragon, one of the Community’s most respected Matrons, had outbid all the others. Celia was now her property, which was exactly what she had been hoping for. The fact she was already one of Matron Aragon’s employees and had a mad crush on her new mistress made her even giddier.

She was barely conscious of the crowd’s applause and adulation as her new owner led her from the stage through the milling throng to a gilt carriage. She gave Matron Aragon’s Tommy a blushing hopeful smile as he helped her into the carriage. When they arrived at Victoria’s home, Celia was stunned. She had no idea it would be so large and sumptuous.

The home she’d left seemed so small and drab. Community law forbade her from returning to Elda, her former Matron. She had no idea if or when she’d see her old Matron again. That was up to her new mistress. The realization moved her to tears.

As the carriage made its way into Matron Aragon’s drive, Victoria glanced at her new acquisition. “Why are you crying? You look like you just got a spanking.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” Celia blubbered. “I really am very happy. I was just thinking about Matron Elda. I miss her already.”

“Well, I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t. Elda Hamilton is a wonderful woman. You’ll see her soon enough - when I think you should. Well, here we are. Tommy, take Celia up to my bedchamber. And don’t you dare go near her with that cock of yours!”   

“Yes, Ma’am,” Tommy grinned, looking proudly down at himself.

Celia blushed at the sight of the young man’s cock. It was huge and bulbous. Most often, it stood fully erect. Like a thick stake, it tented out the front of his soft leather skirt as he loped up the broad marble staircase. Celia’s heavy breasts were furiously bouncing as she hurried to keep up with him. When he glanced back at her and caught a glimpse of her jiggling bosom, his eyes filled with lust. Celia found herself wondering what it would be like to capture that fat cock between her breasts. He didn’t take his eyes off her while he led her to Matron Victoria’s bedchamber.   

“Tommy, I have to thank you.”

“Why, Celia?”

Celia glanced at the open door and whispered, “Well, tonight…you know…when you…you fucked me…it was my very first time. At first, I was terrified and then well, I can’t deny I loved it. Matron Elda never prepared me for anything like that. Will you do that to me again?”

 Amused and aroused by her naiveté, Tommy gave her a warm smile. “Celia, my cock aches to butt-fuck you again, but I’m afraid that’s not my decision. It’s up to our Matron Aragon. So are you saying until tonight you hadn’t been fucked in the front or the back?”

 Celia nodded. “Tonight was my first time ever front or back and it was glorious. Thank you, Tommy.”

“My pleasure. I think you’ll like it even better in the front.”

“I really don’t know. Is the front better than behind?”

“You’ll find out. By the way,” Tommy said, lowering his eyes to her breasts trembling beneath the filmy fabric of her gown, “You have lovely jugs. I hope Mistress lets me fuck you there.”

 “Jugs?” Celia asked, blushing to the roots of her hair. “Oh, you mean my-”

Just then, Victoria Aragon swept into the room. She looked at Tommy and with a subtle flip of her head sent, him into a corner of the bedchamber where he stood like a statue with his arms crossed behind him and his great cock sprouting like a tree beneath his skirt.

Still basking in the realization that Tommy loved her big bosom and clearly wanted to get his cock between her breasts, Celia saw Tommy in a new non-threatening light. He’d never looked more adorable.

“Celia, don’t stand there like a bumpkin. Ready me for bed. Begin with my hair. The brush is on the table.”

 Except for brushing out and braiding Matron Elda’s hair, Celia had never touched another woman’s hair. With nervous fingers, she undid the intricately piled and woven knot of Victoria’s auburn hair. In the flickering candlelight, the strands shone coppery-gold as they fell below her shoulders. Her hair was soft and silky and gave off the scent of violets as Celia pulled the brush through it. Victoria was enjoying it, too. She closed her eyes, which encouraged Celia to relax and begin to savor her good fortune at being the sole property of this commanding woman. Tommy had fucked her backside. What would Matron Victoria do to her? Matron Elda had given her no insight. Beyond being whipped, which was her Matron’s right after she had purchased her, she had no idea what to expect. She desperately wanted to kiss her new mistress. She hoped she would allow her to do so.

When Victoria’s hair was crackling, she said, “Put away the brush and undress me. Start at my vest.”

Celia‘s fingers were shaking as she loosened the leather laces that held Victoria’s straining buckskin vest together. The vest bodice was cut in a low vee that exposed the sculpted ivory flesh of her breasts and décolletage. Celia was so nervous she had difficulty finding the ends of the laces and the leather knot buried in Victoria’s cleavage. Finally, to Victoria’s amusement, she had to push her hand deep between Victoria’s breasts to gather the errant lace ends and untie them. As she loosened the lacings, Victoria’s breasts fell out of the vest and plumped into her lap. Celia gasped at the sight. It was the most beautiful bare bosom she’d ever seen. She thought her Matron’s breasts were more beautiful than her own, heavy and full; tipped with dark areolas and pert nipples that pointed away from her body.

“You seem to like my breasts, Celia. I take that as a compliment.”

Caught in the aura of Victoria’s stunning beauty and her openness, Celia was so embarrassed she couldn’t look into the eyes of her mistress. Was she so transparent Matron Victoria already knew she was in love?  Could she hide anything from this woman?

“Celia, I asked you a question.”

“Ma’am, your bosom is so beautiful it takes my breath away. I’m blessed to be in your presence and a fixture in your household.”

Victoria smiled at her. “Well said, Celia. Keep that up and you’ll do well under my ownership. Now, remove my gloves.”

 Victoria extended her arms, which were clad to the elbows in tight-laced kid. Celia shivered with delight as her fingers unstrung the delicate laces and fondled the supple leather. The leather sighed as she drew it from her mistress’ arms.  

“Now my skirt.”

The Matron’s leather skirt was tight-laced over her waist and. The sinuous sheath flowed over her hips, buttocks, and thighs then fell in a graceful line to the floor. While Celia undid the lacings at the back of the skirt, she was compelled to take her mistress’ breasts in her hands, but she didn’t dare. She could feel Tommy’s eyes on her and sensed his huge cock, thrusting and bobbing.

Being butt-fucked and allowed to touch her mistress was overwhelming. She barely had the strength to get on her knees and lower the skirt so her mistress could step out of it. She nearly fainted as the leather fell away and her Matron’s voluptuous bottom and ripe pussy came into view. When she tried to get to her feet, Victoria’s insistent hand on her shoulder arrested her.

“Stay where you are, Celia. Tommy, bring me Celia’s collar.”

Just like Tommy’s collar, Celia’s collar was made of thick leather. An engraved gold plate was riveted to the leather.

“Read the engraving, Celia.”

 “Celia – property of Matron Victoria Aragon.”

“And don’t you forget that, Celia. There’s always another Resolution.”   After Victoria

had fastened the collar around Celia’s neck, she looked down at her. The Matron’s sex and thighs were inches from Celia’s face. “Did Matron Elda teach you how to pleasure a woman?”

Red-faced, Celia shook her head. She’d never felt so ashamed of her ignorance and yet at the same time proud and safe to be with the woman she loved.

“I expected as much. Elda Hamilton is a sensible practical Matron. She wisely left your training to me.” Victoria placed her hands at the back of Celia’s head and gently drew Celia’s face into her thighs. “Inhale and surrender. Let your instincts rule.”

Celia closed her eyes, drank in the heady scent of her mistress and gave herself over. Her mouth instinctively opened. She began to kiss then tongue the plump flesh of her Matron’s pussy. She’d never experienced such unadulterated joy. She was unaware of Tommy’s groans as she worked her tongue deeper into her mistress. The rest of the evening was a blurred succession.

Tommy watched from the corner and played with the bulbous tip of his erection while the Matron led Celia to the bed and positioned with her face between her legs. Celia would not remember the specifics of her lovemaking that night. She’d recall the voice and scent of her mistress shocking her into arousal. How supremely embarrassed she was at her awkward efforts. She’d remember her mistress’ understanding as she spread the outer lips of her pussy to Celia, encouraging her to take the glistening satin flesh into her mouth and suck until she heard the gasps.

She was compelled to push her face deep, insinuate her tongue into her Matron until she found the ridge of her clit. Matron Victoria grabbed her head than and held her into her thighs while lifting her hips into Celia’s open mouth. The Matron began to shudder and scream as the first orgasms came.  

The bedchamber was still dark. Celia had no idea what time it was. Awash in a pleasure-laden stupor, she vaguely realized her mistress was strapping something around her hips. A huge cock emerged from her pussy. It looked like Tommy’s cock but it couldn’t be. Through the fog, she realized her mistress was speaking to her.

“And now I’m going to capture your virginity.”

Celia was on her back with her arms loosely caught with silken cords to the corners of the bed. She saw Tommy gaping at her from a shadowy corner. Her mistress straddled her, looked down at her, and studied her with those darkly luminescent eyes. Celia remembered something her girlfriend had said about losing her virginity. She shut her eyes and began to cry. Victoria’s nipples brushed her face. Their warmth comforted her and reminded her she must trust.

“I’m not going to harm you.”

Celia’s expression softened as she looked up through her tears at her mistress.

“You have nothing to fear.”

Victoria smoothed Celia’s hair and caressed her face. The Matron’s demeanor and the warmth of her body and breasts calmed Celia. The cock settled between her thighs.  Her fear faded as she gazed into her Matron’s face. Victoria began to play with Celia’s breasts. She teased her nipples until they were painfully erect. Celia had never experienced such exquisite tenderness. Tremors of delight flowed deep into her breasts. Until tonight, she had no idea how exciting a woman’s touch could be. Victoria spoke in a husky whisper as she ran her hands over Celia’s belly and then over her pliant sex. 

“You have incredibly large breasts, Celia. It’s one of the reasons I bought you. Matron Elda and I think you have the potential to grow an even bigger bustline.  I’m putting you on a special diet that will enhance breast growth. Community law dictates breasts like yours must never be hidden from the Community at large. My seamstress will create clothing that will put them on full display for all to see.”

Celia barely heard her mistress. She laid perfectly still, her entire being concentrated on the hands massaging the taut flesh of her sex. 

“Let yourself go, sweet Celia. Pass through the arch.”

Victoria Aragon had fucked many beautiful young women, but never had she found anyone like Celia. She could feel Celia shiver as she slipped a finger into her. She could not have been more pleased with her acquisition. The girl was dripping wet. There was no need to whip her into a frenzy or grease the big cock. Celia was already there and she hadn’t even gone down on her. Her captive had her eyes squeezed shut and was shaking with anticipation. Unlike her last acquisition, this one begged to be fucked - front and back. Tommy was going be a busy boy.

In all her years of buying, she’d never made a bigger investment. Still, she knew she’d done the right thing. Celia would enhance her stature in the Community and position her as a viable candidate for the office of High Magistrate. With her plump shape and sweet disposition, Celia was the perfect Prize - worth every Krugar. Celia reminded her of a young brood mare. Eventually, she would breed her and secure the child or two she’d always wanted. 

“I’m going to give you a taste of my cock before I put it into you. Imagine it’s Tommy’s. I want you to lick and suck it.”

Victoria turned end for end and lowered her face into Celia’s thighs while she positioned her hips and cock above Celia’s face. When she felt Celia take the cock into her mouth and begin to suck, she began to tease Celia’s engorged sex with the tip of her tongue. She ignored her shrieks. She didn’t stop until Celia lay limp on the bed.

 “I’m training you to suck and take every bit of Tommy’s cock. You’ll take all of his cock and suck him dry or I’ll give you a whipping you will not forget. Do you understand, Celia?”

            “m-m-m-p-h...” Celia murmured with her lips stretched taut over the big cock.  

The tip of her mistress’ cock was nudging and teasing the slick outer folds of her pussy. Reflexively, she began to work her hips, allowing Matron to slip the fat tip of the cock into her pussy. Ever so slowly, the huge cock slid into her. She met each thrust with tentative motions of her own. Her mistress struck without warning. With a singular aggressive thrust, the Matron pushed a third of her cock into Celia.

Impaled now on her mistress’ cock with her hips above the bed, Celia froze in bewildered astonishment. She’d never experienced anything like this. Nothing larger than her Matron’s examining fingers had ever entered her. The pain she felt was excruciating. Will it hurt this much when Mistress breeds me to Tommy? She silently cried out as the big cock pushed deeper into her and she abruptly and painfully surrendered her virginity.

Victoria eased the cock deeper to ensure she’d captured Celia’s virginity. Celia was crying, but her tone assured Victoria she was feeling less pain now and more cock pleasure. Her response was a good omen. Elda Hamilton would be happy to know Celia wasn’t made of wood and Bobby had definitely not fucked her. Victoria pushed deeper, causing Celia to gasp and her eyes fly open as the big cock filled her insides. The pain was gone, displaced with waves of pleasure. Celia looked up at her mistress with an expression of awe. Her expression was one of total surrender. She understood now what her mistress was doing. Her hips rode the cock, wanting more.

She lifted her head. “Is there any more?”

 Victoria let out a low laugh. “Oh yes. You’re going to get it all. Keep those hips in the air.” Victoria inched forward and pushed it all into Celia.

Celia opened her mouth in a long silent Oh. She nearly fainted with the shocking waves of bliss and gratification slamming through her. Her mistress pumped the cock and Celia stiffened. She filled the bedchamber with her screams, causing Tommy to gasp with excitement and begin to masturbate, even though he knew he’d have to tell his mistress and it would cost him dearly. Celia’s hips rose and fell in perfect synchrony with her Matron’s thrusts. Celia had taken it all and loved it.

Sensing her need, Victoria became hips and aggression. She rode Celia like a pony. Had she a crop, she would have been striping Celia’s flanks. She rammed the cock hard into Celia with the full force of her hips. Celia’s mouth hung open and her head whipped back and forth as she leap-frogged from one climax to the next. She came repeatedly, nearly fainting with pleasure. When Celia had finally spent herself, Victoria withdrew the cock and tossed it beside the bed. She nodded to Tommy, who quickly began to stroke his cock. Within a few seconds, his body trembled as he jetted halfway across the room. 

Victoria nodded approvingly at Tommy’s spectacular ejaculation and beckoned to him. When he’d settled himself on the floor beside the bed, Victoria gave Celia a long sweet kiss and pressed her face into the pillowy contours of her breasts. Celia was so exhausted she didn’t have the strength to suckle. She fell asleep in a minute. Victoria lay beside her for the rest of the night while poor Tommy still stiffly erect had to fend for himself on the rug beside the bed.

A month later…

On a bright sunny morning, Celia and Victoria’s laundry maid Heather were in the washhouse. Celia was standing at the window frowning at the sheet she was holding up to the sunlight. She looked crossly at the maid.

“Do you honestly call this clean much less white, Heather?  My former Matron would have turned me over her knee if I tried to hang this sheet on the line. You’ve earned yourself a whipping. Why, I’ve a good mind to spank you myself right here and now without going into the house first to secure Mistress’ permission.”

Heather nervously eyed Celia. Here she was a lowly maid with no hopes of advancement while Celia was a Prize, a reporter for Matron Aragon’s newspaper, and infinitely smarter. Celia was also more beautiful than she would ever be. Almost every night when Celia sent her off to bed she'd shut her eyes and dream of Celia taking her into her own bed. Mistress dressed Celia in open front tops that fully displayed her lush golden breasts and rose-tipped nipples. In the month Celia had been overseeing Heather, she had learned Celia did not suffer fools’ mistakes. She was a proud young woman who did not tolerate Heather’s attention lapses and repeated mistakes. They both wore collars, which identified them as Matron Aragon property, but it was as plain as the nose on her face that she was not in the same league with Celia.

When she and Celia went to market, all the Matrons greeted Celia with warm smiles and tender little kisses. They marveled at the growth in her chest and fondled her exposed bosom. Matron Aragon’s bust growth supplement had increased the weight and depth of Celia’s bosom until it was now waist deep. Celia had set a new standard for nursing Matrons, and she was not even pregnant. Matrons compared her breasts to the cannon-ball sized piles of melons on the tables. At the same time, they ignored the laundry maid. She was there beside Celia, but she might as well have been invisible. There was nothing she could do to change that.  

Celia returned the sheet to the washtub and approached Heather with that gleam in her eye. Just as Celia took hold of the maid’s ear bent on taking her to the bench where she would take the girl over her lap, both women heard carriage wheels crunching on the pea gravel drive. A woman’s voice drifted across the lawn. Celia instantly recognized it. It was her old Matron Elda. She let go of the maid’s ear and tried not to show her excitement.

“Lucky for you, Heather, we have a visitor.  Don’t think I have forgotten your spanking. I’ll get Matron’s permission to blister your bottom. Now, get back to the wash.”

Celia folded her arms over her dramatically lowered bosom. She fondled her nipples making them stand up while Heather pushed up her sleeves, brushed the hair from her face, and bent over the tub. Was Matron Elda coming to visit her or her mistress?  Hopefully, Matron Victoria would allow them a moment together.

She looked down at herself and was ashamed. It was a weekend and so she was not dressed in her weekday clothing, which was much fancier. Her long cotton skirt was stained and dirty. Her blouse front was fully open to expose her huge swaying bosom. Matron Victoria kept her that way for two reasons: she wanted to show off her Prize and her bust growth and she wanted to maintain Tommy’s state of readiness. Her breeding had not yet begun, but Celia knew Matron Victoria was keeping Tommy ready for that singular moment.

A maid stuck her head into the washhouse and told Celia she was to come into the house. While Celia dried her hands on her apron, she told Heather, “When I come back, I want to see clean wash on the line.”

The laundry maid respectfully curtseyed. “Yes, Miss,” she whispered, her eyes shining with relief and infatuation. Her dreamy look made Celia think of the way Tommy looked at her. The poor boy loved her from afar. He’d do anything to fuck her, but so far, Mistress hadn’t put them together.

Celia hurried into the house breasts jiggling, frantically arranging her hair and straightening her apron. What would Matron Elda think when she saw her? Matrons Victoria and Elda were laughing over tea when Celia came into the front parlor. Both women looked up and smiled at her. If Celia’s former Matron was surprised at her outfit, she didn’t show it. Extending her arms, she rose from her chair.

“Come here, Celia. Oh, how I’ve missed you.”

Celia could have cried at the relief and warmth she felt in her old Matron’s arms. Elda kissed her several times before she reluctantly let her go.   

Matron Elda hefted Celia’s breasts in her hands and fingered her nipples. “My goodness, Victoria, I can scarcely believe it’s only been a month. Her breasts are so much larger and heavier. I love the extended nipples. Look at them. They are huge now. I can see why High Magistrate restricts this diet to Matrons at your level. As far as I’m concerned, breasts this large and full were meant for your pleasure and nursing.”

“Thank you, Elda. I appreciate that. It makes my efforts worthwhile. Her enhanced nipple growth occurs with the diet. It doesn’t always, but when it does the results can be spectacular.”

I’d have thought she was pregnant.

“No, she is not pregnant…not yet.”

Elda turned to Celia. “I sincerely hope you are grateful to your Matron for your new bustline.”

Celia smiled at her old Matron. “I am supremely grateful to Matron Victoria. I have begun a new life here. I am loving every minute not to mention my enlarged bosom, which I hope will continue to enlarge. And Matron Victoria allows me to display it to the entire Community at home, in the market place, and at work.”

Elda studied her thoughtfully. “Do you feel this grateful when Matron whips you?”

“Oh, yes, even if she had me whipped in the Square.  I understand it’s for my own good. I confess I still need correction, Matron Elda. I love Matron Victoria for caring enough to administer it when I need it.  

Victoria gestured to Celia. “Thank you, Celia you are dismissed. You may kiss your former Matron goodbye and return to the wash house.”

Celia curtseyed while Elda beamed at her. “Mistress, may I ask one question?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

 “Heather is not getting the wash clean. She’s becoming lazier-”

“Celia, if Heather isn’t doing her laundry and needs a good wakeup spanking, I trust you to see to it.”

Celia’s smile of relief brought a smile to Elda’s face as Celia turned and hurried out of the parlor.

“She seems so grown up, Victoria. Have you whipped her much?”

“Occasionally, but far less than my other maids. She has a Matron’s roots, Elda.”

“She burst my buttons, she does. When will you breed her?”

“For the time being, I won’t. She’s in training as my housekeeper, overseeing my maids, handling their discipline. Those girls don’t say boo without her permission. As for breeding, I’m keeping Tommy away from her. He would fuck the daylights out of her every chance he got. I’m having none of that while she’s in training as my housekeeper. Breeding will come after she is fully capable of conducting herself as a young Matron.”

“I think that’s wise. You have a big investment in her. Celia must learn to walk before she can run.”

Victoria laughed. “Elda, I think we both know Celia is bright and ambitious with a bossy streak that even severe whippings can’t touch.”

Elda laughed. “I know all about her bossy streak. So does her twin brother!”  

“I haven’t told Celia yet, but I’m going to promote her. All my reporters will soon answer to her. She has the leadership potential, a natural bent for writing, and her drawings are flawless.  I pray she’s up to managing. It’s tricky business.”

“Victoria, you make me proud.”

 “You should be proud. You’ve done well with her. By the way, how is her brother Bobby doing? I haven’t seen him since Margaret Clarette took him away.”

“I see Margaret at the market – she keeps him on a very short leash, which is exactly what he needs. When he sees me, he looks at me differently. He’s changed. He seems happy under the yoke of his new Matron.”

“It must be very different for him.”

Elda nodded. “It is, but he’s always needed a firm hand and strict discipline to bring out the best in him.” Elda laughed. “Margaret once told me she’s Bobby’s owner but she is also his Tutoress.”

“How appropriate, Elda. Sometimes we Matrons do manage to get things right.”

The sounds of the wash paddle smacking Heather’s bare seat drifted across the expanse of rich green lawn. Snow-white sheets snapped and fluttered like flags. The two women listened for a moment, nodded their approval, and then turned their attention to more important matters.  

Several months passed…

Celia was in her corner office adjoining the noisy reporters’ open bay office. She was wearing a Matron’s long woolen skirt now, woven and sewn by Matron Victoria’s seamstress. The seamstress had also created a series of soft cotton blouses. She had fashioned the bodice so that its neckline arced low to Celia’s waist. To Celia’s delight and concern, the virtually non-existent blouse front showed the dramatic results of Matron Victoria’s breast enhancing diet. Her hips had grown wider. Her bustline had grown so large and round she could not begin to see her waistline without parting her breasts like the Red Sea. When she sat, her breasts ballooned into spheres in her lap. She was not yet a Matron, but everyone said she certainly looked like one.

Matron Victoria had promoted Celia to managing the newspaper reporting staff. She was learning the intricate business of running a newspaper. She was quick to learn and Matron Victoria was impressed with her innate business sense. Anxious for a child, Victoria had begun to breed her. Every night, she let Tommy fuck Celia. Some evenings, under the Matron’s watchful eye, she allowed Tommy to spend the night with Celia, exhorting him to fuck her until she had completely drained him. So far, Celia showed no signs of a pregnancy.

Celia loved Tommy fucking her so much. She went into ecstasy each time he spread her legs. He’d enter her like a raging bull, push his big thing into her and fill her insides with his hot steamy juices. She couldn’t help wishing he’d stick that log up her backside again. He hadn’t done that since Resolution and it didn’t seem like Matron Victoria was going to allow that anytime soon.

When Celia broached the delicate subject of being butt-fucked with her mistress, Victoria was emphatic, “I absolutely forbid it. Don’t you forget I own you, Celia Hamilton. As such, among other things, you are my baby factory. I paid a lot of money for you and I intend to recover it all. You will produce cherub-like children. Only when you have accomplished that mission will I consider allowing you the luxury of a butt-fuck.”

Matron Victoria had warned Celia that some of her reporting staff would try to kiss up to her to improve their lot. “Be careful,” she warned Celia, “Lest the staff take advantage of you. Especially watch that cub reporter Kimberly. I’ve already warned her once.”

What Victoria knew but Celia didn’t yet realize was her naiveté had not yet faded away. That would have to happen before High Magistrate and her Committee would consider her for junior Matronhood.

Kimberly was a mousy little thing with a cute shape and a tentative air that elicited the budding Matron in Celia. She had acquired an interest in Celia, which Celia misconstrued. .Celia thought the young woman was terrified of her and likely had a crush on her. One afternoon, she decided to respond to Kimberly’s fear and obsession.

An article written by the cub reporter lay on her desk. It was badly written, too loose and unorganized. She got up from her desk and summoned Kimberley into her office. Celia closed her office door and turned to Kimberly. The cub reporter’s nervousness increased when Celia set her hands on her hips.  

“I’ve read your piece. I’m not happy with it. It needs work before I’ll even consider running it.”

Kimberly regarded her boss with soft brown eyes, desperately trying to read where Celia was going. “M-Ma’am, I’ll redo it…”

“Of course you will. I’ve made notes in the text.”

 Celia felt something let go inside her. Emotion overcame intellect. She was suddenly too pleased and self-assured. She cast aside her inhibitions and pointed to the well of her desk.

“Get in there on your knees,” she ordered, pulling the folds of her long skirt up to her thighs.

Kimberly’s compliance surprised Celia. She’d forgotten Matron Victoria’s assessment. Unbeknownst to Celia, Kimberly was doing as Celia said because she thought it would curry favor with Celia and she would overlook her inadequacies. The young woman stoked Celia’s arousal causing her to forget her need to bend this mouse to her will. When Celia sat down at her desk, she did not have to tell Kimberly to get between her legs. She eagerly began to lap at her pussy, fueling Celia’s excitement. She could not ignore the sensuous currents of pleasure coursing through her belly. The power she wielded melted away. As her first orgasm loomed, she closed her eyes and thought only about her own pleasure. She didn’t hear Matron Victoria’s voice in the outer office.

There was an abrupt knock and then the office door suddenly opened. When Celia opened her eyes, her mistress was standing in the doorway with Tommy right behind her. In the blink of an eye, Matron Victoria had Kimberly’s arm and was pulling her from beneath the desk. As Kimberly scrambled awkwardly to her feet, the Matron turned to Tommy.

“Take Kimberly to my office. Hold her there until the Deputies arrive.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Tommy grinned maliciously as he caught Kimberly by her arm and led her away.

“M-Mistress, I am s-o-o-o-ry.”” she wailed.

“I’ll bet you are. I warned you and made bad assumptions,” Matron Victoria murmured as Kimberly disappeared. She turned her hard gaze onto Celia. “I’ll see you tonight.” The matron spun on her heel and swept imperiously out of the room, ignoring the stares of the bewildered reporters. 

That evening, Victoria ordered Tommy to take Celia to her bedroom and keep her there for the night. There would be no fucking this night. Embarrassed and frightened over what she’d done, Celia went limp as Tommy undressed her and put her to bed.

“What do you think might happen to Kimberly?” she asked.

Tommy said, “Well, for now, Matron Victoria wants nothing more to do with her. She has turned that young reporter over to the High Magistrate and her deputies.  Her case will be reviewed. She will likely be whipped and sentenced. Given her past history here, I don’t think much will come of it. The deputies will probably hold her in a special unit in the Community Hall of Justice until the next Resolution Day. High Magistrate can label her as an Undesirable and put her up for sale. I really don’t know.”

Celia was shocked. The awful implications of her own misbehavior sunk in and made her miserable. She felt so sorry for taking advantage of Kimberly. She began to sob.

“Tommy, I know under Community law, Matron Victoria can turn me over to the High Magistrate, too. If she elects to do that, High Magistrate will incarcerate me just like Kimberly. Those awful deputies love to do their whippings. At the next Resolution Day, Kimberly and I could be sold off to some ancient Matrons. Compared to Matron Victoria, they would treat us like dogs and I would still have to face my old Matron Elda.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy whispered. “I hope Mistress doesn’t send you away.”

“Thank you, Tommy. Kimberly did lead me on, flattered me, but in the end it was my own fault. It was all my doing. I failed my Matron. I deserve to be sold for my willful stupidity.”

 Tommy wrapped his powerful arms around her. “Please don’t cry, Celia. I couldn’t bear it if you left us.”

Celia awkwardly turned her head to him. “I wish that were up to me, Tommy…”

At dawn the next morning, Victoria came into Celia’s bedroom with a whip in her hand. Her voice was cold and hard as polished stone.  “Tommy, go downstairs and do your chores.” When Tommy had left, Victoria turned to Celia. “I’ve been watching you. I am aware of what you’ve been up to with your reporting staff. I promoted you to management and this is how you thank me?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I lost control of myself. I’ll try to do better. Am I going to…High Magistrate?”  

“Don’t think I didn’t consider it. It would be the right thing to do. Nevertheless, as badly as you’ve behaved, I don’t want to lose you.”

Celia looked tearfully at her mistress. “Th-Thank you, Matron. What about…Kimberly?”  

“Kimberly has stepped over the line. She is beyond my help now. She is at the mercy of Chief Magistrate. I have no idea what she’ll do with her. She can keep her indefinitely in the Hall of Justice. She can declare her an Undesirable and sell her off as such at the next Resolution Day or she can simply put her up for sale as a maid at the Next Resolution. I suspect the latter is what will happen. Perhaps Margaret Clarette will buy her on the cheap. She owns your brother. Wouldn’t the two of them make a pair? Enough of Kimberly. As for you, I am demoting you to the reporters’ pool for a couple of months. This morning I’m going to give you a whipping you need more than you know!”

The Matron positioned herself beside the bed. “You’d think I have enough to worry about without your idiotic antics. Shame on you, Celia Hamilton!  Up on your knees; get that butt in the air. ”

Victoria lifted her hand and began to flay Celia’s plump buttocks and thighs while Celia begged for forgiveness. She continued until she had whipped every bit of disobedience and wanton lust out of Celia. When she stopped, her forehead was shiny with sweat and she had transformed Celia. 

“I want this whipping and your demotion to be good lessons for you. I’m warning you I won’t be so kind the next time. If it happens again, you’ll go straight to High Magistrate.”

Celia’s return to the reporting pool was a humbling experience. Victoria assigned her to cover the most inconsequential local events. Just being there was embarrassing and demeaning. However, she gritted her teeth and vowed to do it well. In the evenings, Tommy was there for her. He supported and encouraged her while he continued to fuck her. Tommy was no longer just her stud. He’d become her confidante and friend. She still wasn’t pregnant and had no idea why. She hoped her mistress understood.

Celia found herself thinking of Kimberly. Matron Victoria allowed her to visit Kimberly in the looming Hall of Justice. When Celia saw her tucked away in a small but private cell, she could see the change in her cub reporter. Kimberly had lost her luster, her vibrancy, her humor. She put her arm around Celia, gave her a kiss, and assured her Matron Victoria had done the right thing. She bore no ill will toward Celia or Matron Victoria. By the time the deputy came for Celia, Kimberly was as docile as a lamb. Her heart went out to Kimberly, but Community law was unrelenting. There was nothing she could do.    

In spite of the sadness, Celia felt at falling from her Matron’s grace, the warmth and support she received from her co-workers and Tommy kept her going. She began to recoup her good senses. Victoria finally relented and assigned her a human-interest story. She asked Celia to interview her twin brother Bobby - a day in the life kind of story.  

Celia was surprised at the change in her brother. Though he tried his best to hide it from her, his abject submission to his Matron was transparent. His brazen persona was gone. He clearly loved Matron Margaret and acquiesced to all of her wishes. His transformation had a profound effect on Celia. She began to see that giving one’s self unconditionally was sacred and healing. The Community loved the poignant story of her brother’s apocalypse and her accompanying sketches. Letters of commendation poured in to the newspaper.

Victoria said nothing to Celia about the adulation, but she did read each letter and was pleased with her charge’s progress. In the meantime, Celia took the cub reporters under her wing and taught them the finer points of writing a good story. Eventually, Victoria relented and restored Celia to her management position. Like Kimberly and Bobby, Celia’s demotion and whipping had changed her forever. She never looked back nor pined for her old prideful ways.

A few weeks before balloting began for Resolution Day, the High Magistrate convened the Resolution Day Board. Victoria and other ranking Matrons participated. After discussing election ballot details, the Matrons reviewed a list of Junior Matron Nominees. This review was the first step to full Matronhood. Victoria had nominated Celia and endorsed her qualifications. The High Magistrate and Matrons reviewed all of the nominees. They concluded Celia was an excellent choice. After Victoria thanked the group, she casually mentioned Celia was pregnant by Tommy. She did not intend, however, to give the child to the Community. She herself would raise it. To ringing applause, she told the Board she expected more children from Celia - perhaps even twins. At the end of the meeting, High Magistrate rose from her throne chair and said, “This Resolution Day will be my last. I am growing old. It’s time to pass the scepter to a younger Matron.”  A stunned silence fell over the room. Whom would she nominate?  High Magistrate gestured to Matron Victoria.   

“Victoria, would you please stand. I hereby nominate you to succeed me.  You are well positioned financially. You have children on the way. You have demonstrated your leadership in the Community. You are ideally suited to succeed me.”

Victoria rose slowly, shocked and humbled by the announcement. “High Magistrate I accept your nomination,” she whispered to ringing applause.

On the evening of Resolution, Celia arrived early to ensure a place near the stage. As she looked around the square, she was filled with pride. Two years ago, she’d been purchased by Matron Victoria. Tonight, her Matron was in line for High Magistrate and she was now a Junior Matron and well along in a healthy pregnancy. By virtue of her new title, she was now able to bid. Victoria had urged her to bid, saying there might be a young maid nurse she could afford on her newspaper salary.

She loved being pregnant. She wore her pregnancy like a badge of honor. She loosened the laces of her leather vest so that the swollen expanse of her milky breasts was maximized. She no longer needed Victoria’s breast growth diet. Her breasts had grown so large and heavy they arced and fell like over-ripe melons onto her extended belly. Matrons Victoria and Elda were beside her eager to see how she would fare in the bidding. Her brother bobby was there, too, tethered to his mistress Margaret. He was completely unashamed of being in her thrall. He clearly adored his mistress and the whole time smiled proudly at his sister.

Celia let out a little squeal and clapped her hands in excitement when the High Magistrate ordered the deputies to parade Kimberly onto the stage. She was naked and barefoot, her hair neatly combed and tied behind her head.  She had lost a little weight, but she was still full breasted and curvy in all the right places. Celia turned to Victoria.

“Mistress, there’s Kimberly.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I want her. Shall I bid?”

“You’re a Matron now. You decide.”

“Celia, you must bid for her,” Elda urged. “You’ll only have the one chance. Wait another year and you will regret it.”

As the deputy pushed Kimberly to the front of the stage, Celia could see the deputy had freshly albeit lightly whipped Kimberly’s backside and thighs. Celia’s heart went out to her. The High Magistrate teased Kimberly’s breasts with the tip of a supple willow switch. “What am I bid for this girl whose name is Kimberly?  

 Celia nervously lifted her hand and shouted above the roar of the crowd, “High Magistrate, I bid a quarter Krugar.”

“Hah, she’s not worth even that!” a Matron shouted.

“Half Krugar. I’ll put her out of her misery.” An old crone shrieked. The crowd roared in laughter.”

Celia was crestfallen. She couldn’t go much higher. She didn’t notice Victoria’s glance at the Matron who’d bid the half Krugar. The Matron smiled crookedly and nodded to Victoria as she backed away from the stage. The crowd fell silent, seemingly not interested in further bids.

“Celia, bid!” Elda prodded.

“Three quarter Krugar,” Celia called out.

The High Magistrate looked down at the new Junior Matron and made her decision. “Sold…to Junior Matron Celia Hamilton for three quarter Krugar!”

Celia was jubilant - her first purchase! Kimberly was her first acquisition, but she already knew Kimberly wouldn’t be her last. Matron Victoria could not get pregnant, wanted her to bear her children. Celia would lovingly continue to carry her mistress’ children, but she also intended to continue working at the newspaper where someday she hoped to succeed her mistress. Kimberly would be her first nursemaid, but she would need to purchase others and put them to work in the growing nursery.

She hoped she was carrying twins. With beloved Tommy at her side, she would produce healthy children for her mistress for a very long time. Sensing her thoughts, Victoria put her arm around Celia and drew her in. “You’ve come a long way, Celia Hamilton. I wish you the best in your new life as mother and Matron.”

Elda proudly chimed in. “And you’ve just begun. Imagine me. I’m going to be a grandmother.”

Several years later

Victoria’s big home was no longer the quiet place it had been when she brought Celia there. Now the house echoed with laughter, shrieks, and the sounds of running feet. Celia and Tommy had given Matron Victoria five children, including one set of twins. Celia had taken over running the newspaper. Other than performing her duties as High Magistrate, Victoria chose to stay at home and raise her surrogate children. She turned Tommy over to Celia, giving her full charge of him. He spent most days in Celia’s corner office at the newspaper. Kimberly had become the housekeeper. Under her mistress’ watchful eye, she ran the nursery with a firm hand.

One evening when Celia and Victoria were alone at dinner, Victoria said, “Celia, you are a well respected Matron in your own right. You no longer have to live here with me. You and Tommy can find a quiet place of your own.”

“Oh, Victoria, please. Do you honestly think I could ever leave you after all you have done for me? I love you as much or more than I love my Matron Elda. No, I’ll keep Tommy right here, thank you. If I want quiet, I can always go visit my brother and his Matron.” She smiled. “Poor boy. Margaret has grown weary of his endless chatter. She’s taken to gagging him and won’t let him speak unless spoken to first by one of us.”  

“Serves him right. I never had that problem with Tommy. He always knew when to speak. By the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Celia. You should never have worried about Kimberly. I would never have abandoned that girl. I would have paid anything to get her back under your wing.” Victoria avowed her statement with a long tender kiss.

The End