Tuesday, 19 January 2021
Saturday, 16 January 2021
“Get out,” he said, opening her door. “And from now on, do not speak unless you are spoken to. I don’t wish to have people saying my slave has a mind of her own.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” She stepped out of the car into the heat of the city.
He leaned in and opened a small compartment, withdrew a black paddle. Turning to her, he said, “I must spank you, so that you’re red for the parade.”
“Yes, Sir.” She swallowed and glanced around. It wasn’t busy but there were people milling about. Masters and slaves, a few men she presumed were enforcers as they had on the same uniform as the ones who’d visited their dome.
“Turn around,” Gast said, “and hold onto the vehicle.”
She did as he’d asked, her knees a little weak and her pussy trembling. The clamps tightened and dragged as she tipped over to a ninety-degree angle.
He flipped up the back of her skirt.
Within her boots she curled her toes, a now familiar wave of humiliation washing over her at being exposed this way.
Gast stroked her buttocks, each one in turn. Then with a sudden, resounding thwack, he brought the paddle down hard on her left side.
“Argh,” she cried out. The sting was brutal, like a flame had been taken to her skin. “Shhh, slave. I will not have men staring this way.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She shifted her hips trying to escape the pain. Of course she couldn’t. “And try to keep still.” He set his hand in the small of her back, over the beads. “This is
the quickest way to bring you to the required redness. Take it. Take all of it so that you know I’m pleased with you.”
“Yes, Sir. I will, Sir. I promise.” She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing more was coming. And it did. The paddle hit down on her right buttock, then her left again.
He paused briefly to smooth away the burn, then resumed spanking her swift and hard.
She bit on her bottom lip to stop from screaming out. It took all of her willpower not to push away, run away. Standing to take the strokes was so hard, such a test of stamina.
A tear escaped her eye and she wished she could rub her clitoris, to give her something else to concentrate on. But she knew full well that would anger her master. He would not want anyone to see the erotic pleasure happening, not here, beneath the palace.
Finally the spanking came to an end. Again he rubbed over her buttocks, his callused hands adding further insult to her smarting skin.
She moaned and clenched her fists. A drop of sweat had formed between her breasts. “That should be enough to keep them happy,” he said, flicking down her skirt.
“Yes, Sir.” She sniffed.
Briella did as he’d asked. Her belly was tight; she was a little damp between her legs.
“Slave,” he said, gently wiping his thumb over her cheek and collecting the rogue tear. “Soon we will be home again, I promise.”
Thursday, 14 January 2021
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