Training of stacy

"No Master." I lied.

"They should be sore as long as you had them on. Are you sure they don't ache?"

I didn't know how to answer was about to fall into my first trap.

"No Master. They're fine."

It was strange, but when he spoke again, I could hear the grin in his voice echoing in my ears.

"I think you're lying to me Stacy and that's no way to start out our relationship. You know as well as I do that a key component of any good relationship, especially one where I dominate and you are to be obedient is a relationship based on complete and open honesty. So I will ask you again. Are your shoulders sore?"

"Not really Master."

"Oh. So I ask before and they're fine and now they are sore? Either you were lying to me before or you're doing it now. Either way, you are yanking my chain so we're going to have to motivate you to be more open and honest."

I was yanking his chain? I felt a strong grasp on each wrist and it was clear it was two different people. Since he was still talking to me, everyone must have been helping out. A few seconds passed and I could feel new shackles being tightly strapped around my wrists. They were wide and cushioned but they still held me firmly. When they were in place I was pulled forward and down where they were clipped into place, the top half of my body folded over a padded support of some kind, my chest floating in the air horizontally with my arms pulled out in front of me. My legs were still vertical, frilly covered ass up in the air with my heels barely touching the floor.

Strong hands started to strap similar restraints to my ankles, securing them to similar rings mounted in the legs of the support.

"Now then." The voice started to say from somewhere behind me. "What shall we do to convince Stacy that lying is something we don't condone here."

I felt the answer a second later when something smooth and flat was slapped across my ass, the sound of the loud crack making the slight sting sound worse than it really was. Involuntarily, I flinched, my entire body tugging uselessly at the restraints that clearly wouldn't budge.