The seats of the old Landrover were rather hard and Louise suffered as she bounced on her tender bottom. Fortunately she suffered in comparative silence. We visited the family planning clinic in Shrewsbury first and they prescribed contraceptive pills and then on to the lingerie shop Ernie suggested. Here I was in for a surprise.

Seeing the shop, Louise did not want to go in. Outside it looked like an ordinary shop that sold women's underwear. Louise did not know of the other gear it sold so why the reluctance to enter? I pushed her through the door. The shop assistant went pale and reached down below the counter and pressed the alarm button. We heard it ring in the back room.

Still holding Louise by the hand I asked the girl if Janet was available.

"I'm Janet." A middle aged woman appeared. "Miss Redman, I didn't expect to see you again so soon. I do hope you have come to pay your bill and not cause the more trouble. Avril was so upset yesterday after your visit that I had to give her the rest of the day off."

"Janet, I'm sorry I don't know your surname, I'm Eric Laxley and Louise is now in my charge for the next two months. You were recommended by a friend as being able to supply certain items of restraint equipment. I didn't know she had been here before. Perhaps you would like to explain."

"I'm Janet Cousins. Miss Redman comes in fairly regularly and always causes some sort of problem and generally leaves the shop in disarray. She has run up a bill of £142 and yesterday when my assistant Avril would not let her have further credit she was treated to such a torrent of abuse that when I returned to the shop a few minutes later she was sobbing and shaking and quite unfit to serve any customers."

"Louise I think the least you can do for starters is to apologise to both Avril and Mrs. Cousins then we will see what else is required to recompense them."

Louise raised her head and rather defiantly said, "I'm sorry."

"That didn't sound as if you meant it but we will leave that for the moment. Mrs. Cousins do you have wrist and ankle restraints please. I will be paying for them straight away and then we will sort out Louise's debt." We adjourned to a back room where I described what I wanted. She found soft leather cuffs that laced on but could also be locked with small padlocks. Around each cuff were four small stainless steel rings and each were fitted with a spring clasp like those found on dog leads but much smaller. Being a practical man I liked the way the clasps fitted in small pockets in the leather when not being used so they didn't dangle and were less obvious.

Janet (which is how I thought of her except when talking), fitted them to Louise and I found them not too intrusive. During the fitting, Mrs. Cousins described Louise's behavior in graphic detail. It was a long liturgy, a catalogue of abuse and disruption. Several times Louise tried to interrupt but I quickly silenced her. At the end I asked, "Louise, is what Mrs. Cousins has said, completely true, nearly all true, half true or completely false? And before you answer remember I will find out one way or another."

"They are there to serve the customers! Its not up to us to make their job too easy for them," uttered Louise.

"I take it then, that what Mrs. Cousins say is true." Louise nodded slightly.

"Is there anything else you require Sir? Body belt? Collar?"

"Will I need them Mrs. Cousins?"

"You might." Janet brought out further samples. The body belt and collar were from the same range as the cuffs and similarly well made. We decided to try them on. The collar fitted nicely. It was only an inch wide and at first sight could be mistaken for a choker. To fit the body belt, I had to undo the top button of Louise's trousers and lower the waist a little. Janet caught a glimpse of Louise's bruised bottom and commented, "I see you have started to take her in hand." Pulling the trousers down a little further, "What did you use? Strap? Cane?"

"Slipper and riding crop."

"Slipper is pretty safe and the bruises should go in a few days but you have to be very careful with the crop otherwise the marks may well be permanent. Not too bad if used on the fleshy part of the buttocks where in any case the welts are not generally seen but elsewhere both the crop and the cane can be dangerous. On less well protected parts of the body, the crop can even damage the bone."

"There was a special reason for using the riding crop, wasn't there Louise?" Louise looked downcast and pleaded, "Please, don't tell her."

"Its okay, I won't. That is a personal matter. Just make sure you understood what Mrs. Cousins said about permanent damage." Turning to Janet I enquired as to what she recommended.

From another box she produced a suede flogger with a plaited leather handle and five strips of soft leather a little under an inch wide and about fifteen inches long. "This," she said, "Can be used on the most sensitive parts of the body. It is very painful and will redden the flesh but the marks fade fairly quickly. In BDSM circles it is often used on the breasts and between a woman's legs as well as on the bottom. Do you wish to try it?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Louise exploded. "Don't listen to that bitch! You've done enough to make me your slave! She only wants to take your money!" The words came out with her old vehemence and hatred.

Grabbing her by the wrists I asked Janet to help me clip them behind her head to the neck collar. Despite her struggles the clips held fast. "Bastards!" Her temper was running high and out of control.

"You need a further lesson in control Louise and I think the staff here need some recompense for your behaviour. Mrs. Cousins, if I gave you this flogger how would you use it on her?"

"As you have already tended to her backside, I would give her a dozen between her legs and a dozen on her breasts. That should give her something to think about for a while."

"That seems a bit extreme."

"I belong to a BDSM group and have seen women, and men too, take far more punishment than that. And they do it voluntarily and for sexual pleasure." Mrs. Cousins explained she got into the supply of these items through her interest in the group.

I thought for a minute. "If she isn't busy, could you ask Avril to join us. She has been hurt too."

Louise started screaming and hurling abuse. Janet took another box from the shelf an produced a ball gag with a bright red ball. Without asking permission she inserted it into Louise's mouth silencing her very effectively. "Control, Louise, learn to control yourself," I chided. "This wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for you latest outburst."

Avril came through to the back room and stopped in her tracks with her mouth open. The situation was quickly explained to her. She seemed delighted that Louise was helpless in front of her.

"Mrs. Cousins you suggested a dozen strokes with the flogger on her breasts and between her legs. She may very well deserve that but feel inclined to reduce the punishment to six on her breasts and give Avril the choice as to where to place the another six but not between the legs. I want that area available for my use and not on her backside as that has been punished enough." A hint of a smile appeared on the faces of the two staff.

We sat Louise on a hard chair and lifted her Tee shirt over her head. The cuffs and collar prevented it coming all the way off but her tits were bare. I had not allowed the wearing of any underwear that morning.

Janet flicked and cracked the flogger in the air and almost immediately laid it across both breasts with a resounding slap. Louise almost jerked out of the chair. Had my hands not been on her shoulders she certainly would have ended on the floor. A fan of five stripes radiated across the top of both tits. Another crack, and the underside of her breasts were caught and marked by the lash. Almost without pause the flogger made its marks over the nipples. Mrs. Cousins was obviously an expert.

She changed sides. The lash repeated it performance. Louise's tits were covered with very red stripes and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"She could easily take another half a dozen," Janet suggested.

"No," I said firmly, "Six is enough. I do not want them spoilt."

We gave Louise a little time to recover. Louise winced when I carefully lowered her Tee shirt over the tender flesh.

Avril had stood watching all the time with her eyes wide open and slightly moist. She must have known what the stock in this back room was but had never seen it in use. "Now Avril, its your pay-back time. Where would you like to place your six strokes? Across her back or across the front of her legs?"

"I don't ... er... know," she stuttered.

"Tops of her thighs and lower belly," suggested Janet. Avril agreed.

We stood Louise with her back against the end of a rack of shelving, lowered her trousers and again raised her Tee shirt. Gagged and with her hands cuffed behind her neck, Louise could do little to protest. Mrs. Cousins tried to give Avril a quick run down on the proper use of the flogger but the girl wasn't really interested. She just wanted to lay it on hard and teach the woman who had caused her so much grief, a significant lesson.

Gripping the flogger by the handle, Avril just swung it back and brought it down as hard as she was able on the flesh visible at the top of the thighs. Louise almost doubled over but we held her up. Avril swung the lash again catching Louise a little lower on the thighs. The third strokes crossed the first. Had it not been for the gag, Louise's screams would have filled the shop. Two more lashes increased the tortured area above and below. The last one fell over ones applied to the upper thighs. A wide expanse of her navel and lower frontal flesh were covered with angry red stripes. However, there were no raised welts like there would have been from a crop. For a novice, Avril had done a pretty good job.

Returning Louise to a chair, I adjusted her clothing and released the cuffs from her collar but waited until she calmed down a little before removing the gag. She was still sobbing and gently toughing the sore flesh. "Its all over, Louise. We'll rest a little while and then continue with our shopping. No more BDSM stuff though, just general outdoor clothing." I turned to the shopkeeper, "Mrs. Cousins, could we use your toilet and then perhaps while you make out my bill we could have a cup of tea? Add what Louise owes to the bill please."

"Of course, Sir. Toilet is through there and we will have tea in my office across the hallway. Its been a pleasure to do business with you."

I helped Louise clean her face. Her eyes were still red but today's lack of make-up helped in that there was no mascara to run. Mrs. Cousins provided tea and biscuits in her office and as we left Louise begged, "Please, please, No more beatings. I think prison would have been a better option."

"Don't you believe it young lady," Mrs. Cousins piped in, "An arrogant girl like you would not have come out unscathed." She continued. "One of the women in our local group was sent to prison for six months. On her very first night she was told to have lesbian sex with a hardened criminal. She told them in no uncertain terms what they could do. Next morning they found her in the laundry room with a battered face, broken ribs and multiple bruises. She spent the first month of her term in the prison hospital. When she returned to the cells, she was again told to perform lesbian sex and when she reluctantly agreed they made her do the most debased things imaginable or perhaps not imaginable. Your punishments are only skin deep and will disappear in a few days without hospital treatment and except possibly the crop marks on your rear, the will be no permanent reminders of it. My friend not only bears physical scars, the mental scars are there too. She has become a lesbian and submits herself to chastisements from her dyke mistress. Think yourself very lucky you have someone to look after you and to help you change your ways. I don't know what you could have gone to prison for, but I can assure you what you have received is quite minor by comparison."

I think Louise at least half realised what she was told true but the pain in her body still rejected much of it. It would take more time for the truth to sink in.

"Where are we going now?" Louise enquired as she walked stiffly through the town. I guessed why she was asking. "You are unlikely to be known in any of the shops we are visiting."

At a health shop we bought a couple of bottles of arnica which I knew was good for bruises and then on to Camping and Outdoor Life. "Hi, Eric," Tom greeted me in the shop, "What can we do for you today?"

"Morn'n Tom. This is Louise my new sound assistant. She's a townie and I want her kitted out to spend a couple of months on the island." Tom seemed surprised I was taking a woman with me but said nothing. A couple of hours went by while Louise tried on wax coats, camouflage trousers, woolly hats, sweaters a pair of walking boots and a pair of Wellington's. Finding a sailor's hat that fitted her I bought that too just because it seemed to look good on her. The whole outfit cost a bomb but it would last a while and I secretly hoped she would stay on after her indenture period.

Time for a late lunch. Our next and last stop was to a chandlers on the outskirts of Shrewsbury. We returned to the Landrover and drove there. I suggested a meal at a nearby working men's cafe where she wouldn't be known arguing that if we had our main meal now, we wouldn't have to cook when we returned home. Being almost the only woman in the cafe caused some attention and comments especially when she gingerly sat on the hard chair but she ignored them and we ate almost in silence.

At the chandlers I needed to change my order for supplies. Again I introduced Louise as my sound assistant and again got the look that said, "Alright if that's what you call it but we know what she is really there for." We almost doubled up on the food and added extra gas and fuel oil. All to be delivered in two days time to the quay at Llannryn where Rory McDonald kept his boat. Rory was a renegade Scotsman who had lived in Wales for a good number of years. Our family had used his boat service to get to and from Bornholm for as far back as I could remember. We were friends as well and often went fishing together.

By the time we arrived home I was pretty sick of being in the town. I much preferred the open countryside but towns did have a necessary purpose. After unloading, I took Louise to see her mother. May's face looked awful even when partially hidden behind a head scarf. Her features were somewhat distorted a both cheeks were extremely sore to touch. I gave May the arnica and removed her scarf to apply it. Louise burst into tears at the sight possibly remembering Janet's words about damaging the bone with a crop. "I'm sorry, Mum. Really I am." Perhaps she also realised her punishment would not be anywhere near as long lasting.

"Being sorry doesn't ease the pain," replied her mother, "But still it is nice to hear you say it."

May bustled around making a pot of tea and we sat talking about what we had done in Shrewsbury. We didn't mention the whipping at Janet's but showed her the cuffs and collar. I asked if she needed anything from the village and was told Ernie had been in a got what she needed. Ernie was good to her and would keep an eye out while we were away.

Once in our own home, I stripped Louise and examined her whip marks. They were still very red and I guess chafing from her pants and Tee shirt had kept them a little raw. Filling the bath we bathed together and I fondled her sex parts but still received little in the way of a response. Perhaps her flesh was just too sore. Afterwards I applied arnica to her bruises. For the time being I allowed her to wear my bathrobe. It was loose and light and would not chafe her breasts and belly.

Bedtime and I wondered if I should replace the cuffs on Louise or to leave her free in the bed. For tonight I decided on the cuffs at least for a while. The four cuffs allowed me to spread her in the bed giving me easy access to her body. "Are you going to rape me again?" she enquired.

"If that's what you want to call it." For a while I just lay with my arms behind her head and around her shoulders and spent a half hour just talking about what life would be like on the island. Its much more primitive I had told her. No running next door or going down to the shops. You have to make do with what you have and your own resourcefulness. Eventually though my erection got the better of me and I climbed between her legs and trying to keep my weight of her sore flesh, I sated myself. Perhaps just a little reaction from her this time. There was more afterwards when I spent a time rubbing the sperm oozing from her cunt into the surrounding hair and over her clit whilst at the same time kissing fully on the mouth. Her hips moved and I heard murmuring from her lips. She was still trying to suppress her enjoyment.

After a while I drifted off to sleep. Louise it seems did too but as on the previous night she awoke in the early hours this time with cramped muscles.

"Eric, are you awake?"

"I am now. What is the problem?"

She explained about the cramps and I released the cuffs. I massaged the affected muscles and she had a walk around the room which seemed to cure the problem. I was pleased to noticed the whipping marks from the flogger were fading and even those from the slipper didn't look so fierce. "Would you like to make us a pot of tea?" That was one that we have in common. A love of tea.

Laying back and resting with the light still on after finishing the tea I again pulled her close and gently played with her tits. They were tender but not so painfully sore. Taking her nipples in my mouth I sucked them hard and then allowed my lips to trail down her body into the crotch area. Her clit hardened from my attentions. My cock stirred.

Swinging my legs over her head so my cock was pointing to her face I commanded, "Suck it." She shook her head. "Look young lady, I can see that my sucking you is giving you pleasure despite what you might say. Your body is giving you away. So far with me you have found that pain given means pain received. Now its time for he reverse side of the coin. I give you pleasure, you return the favour."

"I've never done it before."

"No, but you've read about it often enough. Haven't you?"

"But its been in my ......."

"Its been where I am cleaning at the moment. Now get to it. Open your mouth and start sucking." She did. Hesitantly at first and then with more abandon. I knew I wouldn't hold back for long and told her so. Surprisingly her mouth continued its motions around my prick and when I did spurt forth she kept her mouth there. Her climax from my ministrations had come a little before so we were both sated.

Returning to my position alongside I kissed her again and whispered, "Thank you darling, that was really nice. Was it nice for you?" She just nodded and kissed me. Perhaps I was getting through to her but it was early days yet.