SaM's Place Ch. 07-09 of 15

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Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM's very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM's Club.

The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own.

In these three chapter seven, Evelyn continues to tell her tales to "the jury" to show her superiority as a true Mistress.

I am responding to requests from readings and posting multiple chapters in each post.

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The juryman sat without making any comment. Another jurywoman stood. "For your third story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience in your teenage years where you inflicted pain and humiliation on someone who had attempted to humiliate you.

Evelyn gave a short laugh and began, "That would be Joyce Murphy."

Joyce Murphy was supposedly a friend of mine, but she was always jealous of my beauty and my wardrobe. A lot of the other girls were. Our school had a very important fall dance that was the showplace for beauty and fashion. It wasn't a date kind of dance, but more like an old-fashioned "coming out cotilion" where all the girls made a grand entrance. If you were going with anyone, you had to meet them there.

Joyce came up with a plan to humiliate me in front of my friends and the whole school. She found out from the dress shop which dress I had purchased and secretly ordered an identical dress which she gave to one of the white trash girls in our school. She told her she was "giving back" and always gave a dress to one girl each year. Unfortunately for her plans, one of our cleaning ladies was this girl's aunt and not only mentioned it to me, but showed me a picture of her niece in her fall dress.

It would have been totally humiliating if I had shown up at the dance in the same dress that a white trash slut was wearing, so the first thing I did was buy a new dress. Actually, the first thing that I did was to have a long conversation with the owner of the dress shop. I told her that I would use all the my daddy's power to ruin her if she didn't take my dress back and replace it with one that no one else had ever seen. I also told her that she had to help me turn the tables on Joyce. She didn't want to, but after a little more persuasion and a little bit of cash, she agreed.

What she did was to alter the seams on Joyce's dress so that it was effectively like a stripper's tear away. All it would take would be to start a tear at the left shoulder and the whole dress would come apart. That was part one of my plan.

Part two was to have a special robe made that looked just like the robes used by the basketball team. The important difference was that the cloth was impregnated with a special slow acting drug and dusted with powdered nettles. The drug would kick in when there was an adrenalin dump, like from fear or pain. The nettle dust was everywhere on the inside of the robe except near the edges where someone else might handle it.

Part three was to enlist my "Friends of Evelyn." There are always some girls who want to hang around you if you are rich or if you are beautiful or if you are popular. Since I was all three, I had quite a few groupies to choose from for my plan.

I arrived early at the dance. Usually I came "fashionably late," but I had to be there before Joyce arrived and set everything up. When Joyce finally arrived, I loved the look of shock in her eyes when she saw that I was not wearing the dress she expected me to wear. She stayed away from me, which is what I expected. In fact, I used that to slowly maneuver her into a dark area at the edge of the stage. I would move toward her and she would move back. I felt like a sheep dog herding sheep... to slaughter. While she was carefully watching me, one of my groupie girls walked along side her and slipped on the floor and started to fall. Of course, she clutched at Joyce and somehow pulled very hard on the left sleeve of Joyce's dress.

That was the tear point. As soon as the sleeve ripped, everything began to fall apart. Within moment's Joyce was standing there in just her high heels and thong panties. Another of my groupie girls ran to the locker room and "grabbed a robe" so Joyce could cover herself.

I ran over to Joyce to express my horror at what had occurred and ask if there was anything I could do. Then I said, "Let's get into the hallway before someone sees you. We can call your parents." She probably didn't want to be anywhere near me, but the shock of suddenly standing naked in front of the whole school had overwhelmed her.

We had just about reached the door when the effects of the nettle dust kicked in. Joyce began to squirm in pain and pull at the robe. As we reached the darkened hallway, Joyce opened the robe, dropped it to the ground, and began to dance and whimper from the effects of the nettles.

"You think that hurts, bitch," I said to her. You haven't felt anything yet. "Girls!"

With that the hallway lights came on and my whole crew of groupie girls came swarming out of the doorways. They had cloth whips in their gloved hands - gloved because the cloth was the same drug impregnated cloth with nettle dust that the robe was made out of. The girls began to swing their whips. The cloth was almost silent, but each strike brought howls of pain. The pain caused the drugs to kick in and Joyce began to sway on her feet. The girls continued until she was down on the floor curled up in a ball.

A voice from one of the doorways said, "Got it." It was all on video. After making sure that the recorder was off, I walked up to Joyce and put a bottle to her lips. "Here, drink this, it will make you feel better," I said as I poured the mixture of whiskey and grain alcohol into her mouth. Within minutes she was totally passed out. She wouldn't remember anything when she came to. We shut off the lights and I waited for an hour before I called her parents to tell them that Joyce had evidently been drinking and gotten into some bad drugs.

They picked her up and hustled her out to their car, thanking me profusely. They said they didn't want any police involvement and would have their private doctor look at her. The doctor would assume exactly what I had told her parents. In the morning she would hurt like hell and not know why. She would only remember what happened before she put on the robe. She would also remember that I wasn't wearing the dress she thought she would humiliate me with.

I thought I would help her understand so I had the video edited so that no one's face showed except Joyce's and sent it to her with a nice unsigned card which read, "I know, you know, and if you say anything to anyone, everyone will know." I still have that video. Maybe someday I will post it on YouTube.

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END CHAPTER SEVEN OF FIFTEEN

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The jurywoman sat and another jurywoman stood. "Everyone has their weak moments or their moments of defeat. Tell us of a time when someone caused you pain and humiliation and what you did to get even."

Evelyn thought for a long time. It was almost as though she wanted the jury to think that she had to think long and hard to come up with a time when she had been defeated, which is exactly what she was doing. Then she began, "That would also be in my teenaged years. A little episode with Linda Martin. My parents liked to send me to a camp for a few weeks each summer. They thought it would do me good to get to know nature and all of that.

I was in a cabin of six girls. They were all from really old money east coast money and treated me like dirt at first, but then they started to accept me, or at least I thought they did until we went swimming at the other end of the lake. We weren't supposed be down there and that made it all the more thrilling. It was a warm day and that end of the lake was pretty deserted. We walked down on a rather overgrown trail. There was an abandoned cabin with an old beach area. Linda said, "This side of the lake used to be privately owned. The camp bought it only recently after the couple that owned it died. I think it took forever to settle the estate and finally get clear title and all of that. They plan to do something with it eventually, but for now it is a great place to swim."

I pointed out to her that we didn't have our swimsuits with us and all of the girls started laughing. "Do you mean you've never been skinny dipping?" one of them asked. Linda added, "She probably has never been naked outside of her bathroom." Then they all laughed again.

I looked around and there was no one anywhere near, so I began sliding off my shorts and top. Soon we were splashing in the warm water. I was really having fun until one of the girls screamed. It was more of a yelp than a scream, but she was pointing at the shore where several boys were standing there holding our clothes.

Linda yelled at them, "What do you creeps want?"

One of them yelled back, "You aren't supposed to be down at this end of the lake, and you seem to have forgotten your swimsuits. What will your parents say when the camp calls them and tells them that they are shipping you home?"

All of the other girls started blubbering and begging the boys not to tell on them. Then the leader of the boys said, "We are honor bound to turn you in. You have to be punished for what you have done."

Linda replied, "Maybe we can work something out."

He answered, "What do you have in mind?"

"Maybe you could punish us and then you wouldn't have to tell anyone."

The boys made a big show of talking among themselves and then the leader said, "OK. For your punishment we decree an old-fashioned spanking. Ten swats to each of you, and then you can get dressed and go back to camp."

Linda looked scared and asked, "How do we know you won't turn us in anyway?"

"You have to just trust us. Besides, after we spank you, you have as much on us as we do on you."

Linda turned and said to us, "I don't think we have much choice. I guess you're first Evelyn."

I turned at looked at the other girls, but they just shrugged and sort of lined up behind me. We walked into the shallows where the boys had pulled a bench into the water. The leader was sitting on the end of the bench and patted his knees. I hesitated, but Linda gave me a little push and I went over and lay over his knees. He held me down with a hand over my back and began rubbing my ass cheeks. Then he started smacking. It was supposed to be ten smacks, but I think he went on for at least twenty. I was kicking and screaming by the time he let me up. I danced in the water rubbing my burning butt and then turned toward my cabin mates. They were all standing next to the boys pointing at me and laughing.

One of the boys was holding a digital camera. Linda asked him, "Did you get it?" and he said, "I have everything on video."

Anyone else would have broken down crying or stomped out in anger, but I calmly walked over to Linda and said, "Very funny. I hope you think it as funny when it is your red and burning ass that is on the video."

Then I walked out of the water, picked up my clothes, dressed, and walked back to the main camp. I think the boys were worried that I was going to all the police, but that isn't who I called. Instead I called my father, explained the whole thing to him and said, "Dad, I am going to need a lot of money to set this right." He paused a moment or so and replied, "Whatever you need up to 6 million, honey." I assured him it wouldn't take that much.

I set the phone down just before the boys came running into the lodge. One of the head counselors saw them running in and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

I smiled sweetly and said, "No, Donald here was just rushing to show me something he had recorded for me. The rest of you boys can go back to your cabin now." I looked over at the head counselor and then back at the boys when they said, "Yeah, OK. See you later Don."

I then gestured for Donald to sit down on a bench and I sat beside him. "Donald, the legal ramifications of what you just did are the least of your problems. I just spoke with my father. He has allocated up to six million dollars for me to set this right. I know your parents are rich and powerful, but my dad is rich, powerful and vindictive - and so am I. You can cooperate and I will reward you, or you can try to fight me and I will crush you. Right now, I want to buy your camera from you for $25,000. I will also give you and all of your cabin mates $5000 to forget everything that they have seen today and leave camp at the end of the week. The cash will be here first thing in the morning. Pass along my message. Cooperate and I will reward you. Fight me and I will destroy you. Donald handed his camera to me and said softly, "We will all be gone by Friday night."

Later that night, I arranged for Linda to be called up to the office to clear up some problems with her medical forms. After she had left the cabin I turned to the girls and said, "Sit down ladies, we need to talk."

They looked at me with expressions that ranged from disdain to fear and then I repeated what I had told the boys about the six million. I then added, "I don't hold any of you responsible. I blame only Linda and it is Linda alone who will feel my revenge. I am offering you the same deal I offered the boy's cabin. $5,000 to each of you if you leave at the end of the week. You can come up with any excuse you want. Some of you were planning to leave this week anyway. But believe me when I say that if you cooperate I will reward you, and if you fight me and I will destroy you. If you say anything to anyone I will find out about it and I will send someone after you. If you don't believe me, Google my dad's name on the internet and see what has been said about him and his business tactics."

The girls looked sufficiently cowed and each of them mouthed softly, "We'll be gone Friday night."

Everyone who knew what had happened would be gone Friday night. I had put the fear of God, or at least the fear of my dad into all of them. Linda had already planned to leave camp on Friday, but that was going to change after I had a little talk with the chief counselor and the camp owner. It took only a $500,000 gift to the camp and $50,000 in cash to the chief counselor to arrange what I needed. A special "off-site" camp weekend was scheduled. Four counselors, chosen by me, would accompany a special group to a "primitive area" owned by the camp that was about 15 miles from the lake in the middle of the woods. It was really a remote area.

None of these counselors still worked for the camp. Complaints by one of the campers had gotten each of them fired earlier in the year. The complaints were unfounded, but the father of the girl involved threatened to withdraw his $30,000 a year support if they were not fired. That girl was Linda, so they each had real reason to hate her and want their personal revenge. I had called them earlier in the day and explained my plan. They were more than willing to come back for one "special weekend."

The chief counselor called Linda's parents and said that Linda had asked them to call and request their permission for Linda to accompany a special weekend camp out. Linda's parents were thrilled that their daughter finally was showing some concern for others. If they only knew.

Friday night came and Linda's limousine and driver arrived right on schedule. She was a little surprised that it was a new driver, but the new driver said, "You said you didn't want to see Jim ever again. Your father fired him."

Linda just smiled and got into the back of the car. The driver triggered the gas canister as he closed the door and she was unconscious before the car left the entry lane. The driver then headed for the primitive area as he had been paid to do.

We were there waiting for him. There was a large bonfire area with two sand volleyball courts at the edge of it. The poles supporting the volleyball nets were made of steel with eyebolts welded to them to attach a net. There was a gap of about four feet between the poles for the two courts. It was a perfect place to string Linda up. Which is exactly what we did. The place where the net was supposed to attach allowed us to tie her hands as high and as tight as we could get them. One of the counselors had brought along two dog spikes, which are actually long screw type pieces of steel that are screwed into the ground to attach a dog's chain. Once these were in place in the ground, Linda's legs were spread and her feet were attached to the spikes. We left her hanging there and started a large bonfire with the wood that was around the area.

We sat around the fire talking and drinking and watched as she very slowly came to. At first she tugged weakly at the ropes that held her upright. Then, as she became more awake she struggled furiously and screamed for help.

I stood in front of her and watched the flicker of the fire reflect off her bare skin. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was naked and even more so as recognized me. "I said your ass would be on video. Now I have the camera. Actually, there are five low-light cameras set up to get all the angles. And we have all weekend to get it red and burning."

I stepped back as the four former counselors stepped in closer to us, "I am going to enjoy this, and so are these friend of yours."

"I've dreamt about this for a long time," said one of them.

I walked back up to Linda and looked her directly in the eyes, "Let's start with a spanking, shall we, and then we will see where it goes from there." With that I walked behind her and swung with all my might for twenty smacks. My hand actually hurt by the time I reached the tenth swat, but I kept on going as she screamed and yelled that I couldn't do this to her.

"I think that makes us almost even," I said as I stepped aside to reveal the four counselors standing there with small leather whips in their hands. "They have something a little different planned for you," Each whip was several short, thin pieces of leather mounted on a stick a little longer than the size of a horse crop. "These are called Indian Insect Whips. I don't know if that is because they can be used to brush insects off cattle, or because they feel like you are being stung when they strike you."

The four stood around her and began to strike out with the whips. The whips made a slight popping noise as they hit her flesh, but that was soon unable to be heard over Linda's screams and cries for mercy. The whipping continued for several minutes until Linda was reduced to a whimpering mess hanging from her bound hands.

"I think we should put something on that for the pain," I said as I stepped forward with a large bottle. I began to apply liberal amounts of the sticky liquid all over Linda's body. It probably felt somewhat soothing and Linda pulled herself upright and stood in her bonds.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Honey," I replied, "Pure, natural, honey."

Linda went wild and began struggling against me. "No, you can't do that," she screamed, "It will attract every insect for miles. Please, please, don't do this."

I didn't answer her, but continued to empty the bottle of honey all over her body. I then got out a second bottle and emptied it also. Then I walked back over to the bonfire where the counselors were cooking some hotdogs and digging beer out of a couple of coolers. After awhile the fire began to die down and we retired to our tents for a good nights sleep. The forest was quite except for the sounds of the crickets and the katydids and, of course, the whimpering of Linda as flies and mosquitoes and numerous other bugs crawled over her body. Every so often there would be a yelp or a scream as one of them bit her or stung her or walked across a very sensitive area.