I stood quietly by the bar, champagne at the ready, while Braden welcomed his cousin, Ben, and his wife, Nancy onto the private train. This was a getaway vacation, so the train had only four cars – our bedroom and bath, the dining/lounge car, the guest car, and the staff car which included a kitchen and living quarters for the cook, a footman, and a maid.

“Lisa!” Ben practically shouted, his arms wide open as he pulled me into a quick embrace and kissed my cheek. “Braden has talked about you nonstop for months now. I’m so very pleased to finally meet you. My wife, Nancy, is under strict voice restrictions after she whined too much about the weather on the drive over.”

“I see,” I answered shyly. “May I welcome you both with a glass of bubbly?”

“Absolutely!” Ben answered in his boisterous way. “No need for two glasses, though. Nancy is allowed only what alcohol I offer her out of my own glass, isn’t that right, love?”

“Yes, Ben,” came a quiet voice.

Ah! So she could speak, but only when spoken to. Lisa gave the other woman a look that she hoped conveyed her understanding and sympathy. Braden had placed her on a similar restriction a few days previously when she had thrown a few unladylike words around while cleaning her apartment. Nancy grinned at her, a delighted sparkle in her eye. Lisa grinned, tacitly acknowledging the fun of a challenging consequence.

Lisa handed the gentlemen their flutes just as the train chugged into motion.

“Whoops!” she muttered, spilling a few drops onto Braden’s sleeve. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”

Braden chuckled then said, “No harm done, Lisa. That little spill was not at all your fault. Ben, Lisa has asked me to help her be more graceful and careful, so we’ve agreed that if she spills something, knocks something over, or some such, she will be spanked. Now, why don’t you have a seat? Lisa, grab yourself a glass as well then come sit.”

He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of a hard-seated occasional chair. Lisa paled a bit, knowing that the pressure from that seat would offer no comfort for the rather large plug in her anus. Nonetheless, she smiled her acceptance and sat. Nancy, she noted, knelt on the floor by her husband’s feet.

After a few minutes of catching up, Ben bent down to offer Nancy a sip of the wine and asked, “I assume you have specific rules for Lisa while you’re here on the train. Please don’t let our presence change those. Nancy and I have agreed to several. I’d like to share them with you and, with your permission, proceed. I’d also like to ask that you and Lisa both keep an eye out for any infractions. If you’d like, we’d be happy to do the same for Lisa.”

After Braden’s agreement, Ben explained, “First, Nancy will sit on no furniture without first asking permission. Of course, her three-hour voice restriction makes that impossible for the moment. Next, she is allowed no underclothing of any sort. She will address you as Mr. Surrey or Sir and she may address me as Mister or Ben. Finally, she will receive a lovely spanking before every meal and before bed. That can be delivered by either me or someone I designate. Is Matthew still your footman?”

“He is,” Braden acknowledged, “and still quite heavy-handed, as Lisa can attest to.”

Lisa looked down into her glass, blushing. Her bottom was, in fact, an alarming shade of red thanks to Matthew’s deliverance of her welcome to the train. Braden had bent her over the very sofa he and Ben now lounged upon, called Matthew into the car, flipped up her skirt, and told her that for this trip, he would not administer any spankings, either Matthew or Ben would under his supervision. He hoped this would motivate her to be obedient as he knew she despised anyone else disciplining her. He would allow her to remain clothed until he and Ben came to terms with expectations. Just so she remembered who was in charge, she’d have a tender ass and a plug to keep her filled.

Matthew had been called in, much to Lisa’s humiliation. He began with a firm warm up then set an unrelenting and merciless pace. Braden had sat on the sofa next to her bowed head, murmuring soft words into her ear. Once she was sobbing, he nodded to Matthew who quickly left the room.

“There, my love,” he’d commented as he had walked behind her. “Your ass is breathtakingly lovely.” Lisa gasped as he pushed cold lube into her anus, then began to scissor his fingers, stretching her opening. “That and what I'm about to do should keep you satisfied for at least a few hours.”

“Oh!” she gasped. He eased his cock, slowly and steadily, inside her tight tunnel.

Her body began to tremble. Braden laughed then said, “Ready to come already? Well, that’s just fine, my love. You come all you want.”

He was now fully seated inside of her, his hands grasping her hips. Methodically, he pulled back only to crash into her depths. She screamed as her body rejoiced, quivering and trembling with need.

“Once I come, I’m going to make sure all my seed stays right where I put it by plugging you. You won’t like it much as I'm going to use the largest of the jeweled plugs, but you’ll accept it, won’t you?” he asked, his voice now harsh and raw.

“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.

“And you’ll behave impeccably, knowing that if you don’t it won’t be my hand that admonishes you, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, all thought of disobedience evaporating with her second orgasm.

Braden fucked her in earnest now, his movements imitating that of a steam engine. He was harsh and powerful, which was exactly what she wanted. There was a time for gentleness but now was not it. He reached one hand down, grasped a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back.

“Ready?”

“Oh god, yes, sir!!”

Now, she squirmed a bit on her hard, wooden seat, her bottom tender from the spanking and her ass filled with an uncomfortable pleasantness. She caught Braden’s eye and blushed as he raised an eyebrow, obviously knowing the direction of her thoughts.

“Actually, one of our rules, which I suspended because of your arrival, is that when we are alone, Lisa wears absolutely no clothing unless I’ve given specific permission,” Braden stated blandly before sipping his wine.

“I see,” answered Ben. “Obviously it’s your call, but neither Nancy nor I have any objection. Nancy has a similar rule, but since she feels the cold terribly and we weren’t sure about the temp here, we’ve adjusted it to no underclothing.”

“In that case, Lisa, you know what to do. Ben, I’ll happily increase the temperature if you’d like.”

Lisa paled then blushed furiously. She hated being naked in front of other people! Still, Braden was her dominant and what he asked of her was not at all out of line. She stood, reached to unzip her dress, and pulled it over her head. Similar to Nancy, she wore nothing beneath. She neatly folded the dress and left the car to put it away.

“No need just yet, Braden. Once she becomes acclimated, it should be fine. I think we’ll wait for dinner to denude her.”

“Lisa,” Braden asked when she reappeared, “would you be so kind as to retrieve the coaster I dropped earlier.”

She stared at him, open-mouthed. The coaster was on the floor in front of the bar which meant she would have to either squat down, something that made her look like an overweight duck, or bend over and expose her recently spanked bottom and jeweled plug to their guests.

Braden raised his eyebrows.

“But…” she began before she quickly snapped her mouth shut. While on the train, she was to be the perfect submissive. Questioning your dominant was not perfect. It was, she well knew, deserving of correction.

She nodded and bent to retrieve the coaster awarding her small audience with a vision of submissive acceptance. When she turned around, Braden crooked his finger for her to stand before him.

“Ben, will you do the honors or shall I call Matthew back?”

“I’d be happy to, Braden. I can see she’s recently been hand-spanked. Would you prefer I use an implement?”

“Whatever you’d like. You’ll find my collection in the white cabinet unless you’d like to use something of your own.”

Ben went to the cabinet while Braden bent Lisa over the wooden chair she had been sitting in earlier. She grasped the front legs of the chair tightly, not knowing what to expect.

“Ah! That’s one of my favorites!” exclaimed Braden. Lisa whimpered, knowing that Ben must surely be holding a wide, leather-covered paddle. “Now, while you administer, I see no reason why she shouldn’t administer to me.”

Braden stood before her and unzipped his trousers. Lisa, instinctively lifted her head and opened her mouth. She adored the smell and taste of Braden’s cock but had never before attended to him while being paddled. She prayed she could concentrate properly.

WHACK!

Lisa gasped, a small line of spittle running down her lips. She lifted her hands to cup Braden’s warm, heavy balls but stopped when he said, “Ah, ah. Mouth only my lovey.”

She moaned but dipped her head lower to take more of him in. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his velvety hardness as it slid against the roof of her mouth. He smelled distinctly of the fresh soap he had used for a quick shower just before Ben and Nancy had arrived.

WHACK!

She squeaked again, but kept her focus on her job, pressing her tongue against Braden’s length.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Tears squeezed from beneath her closed lids, but the pain of the paddling seemed distant and vague. All that mattered was Braden. The world shrunk to his taste, his length, his movements.

“That’s very good,” he crooned to her.

He grasped her head and held it still. “Keep that clever mouth open wide.”

As much as she wanted to use her hands to massage his flesh, as much as she wanted to suck him down her throat, she obeyed his command. He began to move his hips, fucking her mouth as he would any of her other holes.

She heard the rhythmic sounds of Ben paddling her ass but felt no pain. Opening her eyes, she looked up at Braden and saw his head thrown back, mouth slightly open as he continued to face fuck her. Her heart swelled with love for him. Within minutes, she felt his cock grow even larger just before he pressed himself deeply down her throat. She gagged at first, but quickly recovered, thirstily drinking down every drop of his sweet cum.

Braden stepped back, tucked himself back into his trousers, and said, “Well done, Ben. That was a great start to what I’m sure will be an amazing weekend. Lisa, you are incredible,” he praised while rubbing her back. Now, why don’t you take Nancy on a tour of the train? I’m sure she’d like to know where her room is and all the other amenities.”

Lisa stood up slowly, the heat of her ass suddenly coming into focus, smiled at Braden, licked her lips, and said, “Of course, Sir. Ben, thank you for the correction.”

As the ladies left the car to enter the guest car, Lisa heard Ben call out, “Remember, Nancy still has an hour left on voice restriction. I will expect you to report to me if she utters even one syllable!”