by Sarah Veitch
'I remember, Master. It's just so hard sometimes to say such immodest terms...' Eva mumbled. She closed her eyes tightly as she remembered the phrases he'd made her say before.
'I'll prove my whip is harder than your sense of nicety,' her trainer said matter of factly. He swung the leather thongs against her upper cheeks and Eva howled like an abandoned wolf cub and danced in place.
'I'll say whatever you want, Master, I swear it,' she gasped with feeling.
'I'm going to finish whipping you and then you can tell me how hot your backside feels,' the man replied. He squeezed her quivering flesh again, then she heard the whip scrape against the flagstones. 'Think of how you could have avoided this flogging and envisage ways to keep your Master satisfied,' he said.
He applied the whip more rhythmically then, the lash flicking into her helpless soft rotundities. Eva jerked and yelped her apologies then wailed in shame. The lash's tip alternately embraced her buttock crease and gently curving belly and caught at the backs of her splayed-open thighs. 'You're certainly moving now, my girl,' her Master murmured as his riding crop brought further consternation. 'I love to see such wilful cheeks flinch beneath the lash.'
By the time she'd had all eleven lashes, Eva's entire concentration was centred on her helpless seat. How she longed to squat in the cool fast-flowing river. Instead she thanked her master as he unfastened her, then knelt before him as he undid the drawstring of his trews. Between whimpers she pleased him with her mouth and hands till he was fully sated. 'Sire, in what other ways can I give your body joy?' she said.
The nobleman looked down at her and, for the first time since she'd disappointed him, his face showed kindness. 'Let's rest over here and you can sit on my knee, pretty Eva. You can tell me tales from the area that you come from, for my bad leg prevents me from riding to such lands.'
'Yes, sire,' Eva murmured. A few moments later she curled wincingly in his lap, her face against his tunic. Her master rang the bell and a cup of mulled wine and some strips of wood-smoked ham were brought and served. Eva drank and ate and tried to go beyond the heat in her corrected contours. For twenty minutes she told the smiling nobleman tale after tale.
Then Eliza The Overseer entered and curtseyed low. Eva fidgeted in her hateful presence. Eliza had been responsible for Eva's early training and she and the older woman had argued from the start. 'Sire, two of your girls have been caught committing unnatural acts with one another. One of them has run away, but the other has given me a list of the transgressor's names.'
Eva squirmed some more. She tugged her calfskin tunic more fully down over her otherwise bare bottom. She prayed that Eliza wasn't going to say what she thought she was about to say.
'Who are those girls?' the nobleman queried.
'Shall I bring the culprit in and have her tell you?' Eliza asked.
The Master nodded, and Eva swallowed hard as a blonde-haired Scandinavian beauty was brought in, looking fully contrite. 'I'm sorry that I lay with others of my kind, sire,' she said brokenly.
'Who did you lie with?' the man asked in a dispassionate voice.
'Mary and Eless and Rebbeka,' the well-built culprit admitted. 'And,' she blushed before pointing at the squirming Eva, 'and her.'
For a moment no one spoke, then Eva felt her master lifting her up and pulling her garment over her head, rendering her totally naked. She automatically put one arm across her breasts and used the other hand to shield her maidenly curve.
'Hands on top of your head, girl,' the nobleman said. Immediately Eva obeyed him. The helplessness of the position made her even more fearful for her recently-chastened parts.
'I was just seeking comfort, sire. I forgot myself for a few moonlit moments, sire,' Eva said pitifully.
'You'll have to be paddled. Too much comfort of that nature and our race would die out,' her Master replied.
Ten minutes later a whimpering Eva stretched herself over a long wooden trestle and wrapped her fingers around the bar which was designed for that purpose. How she wished that Eliza hadn't accompanied them into the Punishment Room. Now the woman was gloating at her nakedness.
The Master walked over to the prostrate Eva and stroked her hair. 'I know that you have probably been lonely, being apart from your people - but your home is here now and we must work as a community. And you know that the rules forbid a woman to lie with a woman or man with man.' He looked sorrowfully down. 'I don't like to punish you again so soon after you've received a thorough whipping. But the rules say that transgressors must be dealt with immediately, so it must be done.' He stood up again. 'How many times do you deserve to taste the paddle for your crimes against nature, for failing to give this kingdom healthy sons?'
'That's for you to decide, sire,' Eva whispered, feeling more and more sorry for her earlier actions and for her denuded young bottom.
'Well, your Master wants you to estimate how firm your chastening should be.'
Eva quivered at his words. How she wished that she'd served her community better. But she'd been selfish and put her own passing desires before the common good. 'Six strokes, sire?' she asked hopefully.
The Lord of the Kingdom ran a hand over his hirsute jaw. 'I'll be lenient as your arse is already on fire and give you five.' A messenger boy hurried in and murmured a few words. The Master followed him back towards the stone-hewn archway. 'I am needed in the forest for now, Eliza - give young Eva here five acquaintances with the paddle, then treat her well for her correction will be over for the day.'
His footsteps faded. The overseer's steps grew closer. Eva trembled. She knew that Eliza punished longer and harder than anyone else.
'Ready, little serf girl?' the older woman whispered, taking up her position with indecent haste at Eva's helpless bottom. 'Answer me!' she continued, bringing the polished wood paddle down on the girl's backside.
Eva jerked then muttered, 'Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. I am ready to accept the other four.'
'Where shall I put the second stroke?' Eliza asked.
'Further up, Mistress, I beg,' Eva whispered, knowing that Eliza would then warm her cheeks further down, which hadn't been so viciously whipped by her master. She gasped but still felt she'd won a small victory as the paddle warmed the buttock flesh below her central swell.
'I think we'll just toast one buttock with the third stroke, make it nice and concentrated,' Eliza continued.
'Yes, Ma'am,' Eva forced out, then held her breath and tensed her most maidenly places. A pulse had started up between her thighs as soon as the Lord of the Kingdom had pulled off her garment, and her belly had quivered as the Scandinavian girl had lisped and stared. Now she moaned as the oval of wood connected with her helpless right rotundity then landed with equal zeal upon the left.
'One more to go,' Eliza said, sounding very sorry. Then her voice brightened. 'That's assuming you're obedient thereafter, of course. Otherwise you'll be taken to task again.'
'I'll be obedient, I swear,' Eva said fervently, then howled as Eliza whacked the paddle across her lower crease.
'Stand up,' the woman ordered.
Gratefully Eva scrambled off of the punishment bench. She kept her eyes downcast and wondered what was in store for her.
'You've been corrected for giving pleasure to your own kind so it's time for you to undergo a little test to show that you've reformed,' the older woman said. She sat down on a long bench and patted her knees. 'Come stretch your maidenly parts across my lap.'
Breathing hard with uncertainty, the eighteen year old obeyed and felt herself being shifted slightly until her buttocks were under Eliza's probing fingers. She squirmed as the woman fondled them, squirming even more desperately as Eliza located the leaves of glistening pink pleasure below. 'Show forbearance,' the overseer murmured in a hugely gloating voice, 'or else...'
Forbearance had never been one of Eva's strengths; her private areas had always been easily brought to fruition. Now she moaned quietly as Eliza located her tender bud and began to stroke it ge
ntly towards total heat. She wriggled across the overseer's lap and tried to think of mead-making, of blackberry-picking, of wood-gathering. Her mind searched for everyday images even as her body sprang towards new levels of need. She groaned more loudly and heard Eliza murmur, 'I may need my birch soon to thrash those wicked globes again.'
Eva tried harder to still the excitation in her flanks. 'No, please, Ma'am,' she begged, 'if you would just move your fingers away for a single moment...'
'It's a test. It must be exacting,' the overseer said.
'For how much longer?' Eva asked gutturally, feeling her lower parts climbing, climbing, climbing. The nearly-there signal that she'd experienced with the blonde serf was going off in her body and her head.
'Oh, at least till the shadows reach that chair,' the overseer said, pointing to some area in the background. 'You've been ordered not to become fain at the touch of your own kind, so if I wanted to I could repeat this inquiry all night.'
'And if my body betrays me, Mistress?' Eva wailed, writhing wildly.
'Then you'll be back bare-arsed over the trestle and bucking beneath my birch.'
'Please - not the birch,' Eva said piteously, then pushed down hard against the overseer's knowing digits as her rapture began to reach its zenith. 'Please,' she whispered, no longer knowing whether she was begging the woman to stop or to continue. 'Uh,' she added. 'Uh, ah, aah, aaaaaah!'
For a few moments after her excitation had ended, the room stayed silent. Eva lay wordlessly across the equally-silent overseer's lap, her entire thoughts centred on the pulsing contractions. Gradually she became aware of her wrongful actions and began to think of her vulnerable parts instead. Would Eliza really take the long willow rods to her previously crimsoned hemispheres? She felt a work-roughened palm skimming over her naked posterior and already knew what the answer was.
'Do you know how strongly I'm going to discipline you now?' her superior murmured. 'Then we repeat our little fingering test. Can you imagine how prettily you'll wriggle for me, girl?'
Eva closed her eyes, then opened them again as she was ordered to walk towards the whipping post. She approached it and took hold of its upper regions. Her buttock muscles twitched as they waited for the biting, reddening lash.
But no birch connected with her naked cheeks. Instead, she heard her Master's voice - and he sounded angry.
'Eliza - what in all conscience are you doing? Didn't I tell you to let this girl go back to her quarters after you'd paddled her five times?'
'I thought that a little additional test would be in order, and as she failed it...'
'It wasn't your place to think, wench - just to carry out my contract. I'm in charge of this maidenly transgressor and she's taken her chastisement well.' He pointed to the gentle maids who now accompanied him. 'See that young Eva's bottom is bathed with cool water, and let her eat or drink or sleep.' Then he smiled down at her. 'Eva, I'd like you to return here when the sun rises over the fir trees tomorrow. We'll have some fun.'
Eva licked her lips and wondered what her master's new agenda was. 'Should I wear my dress for the visit, sir or...'
The all-knowing landowner shrugged, clearly enjoying this moment. 'Do whatever pleases you best. Your purpose is to chasten Eliza here for extending your punishment. Tomorrow my implements are at your service. Whichever you prefer.'
Eva thought of the leather whips and braided straps in her master's rooms then she stared at her suddenly-submissive enemy. 'Yes, sire. It will be a pleasure to obey your orders, sire,' she said contentedly.
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Subculture
'We've all admitted to ourselves that we like to see a girl wriggling under the palm or the cane or the slipper,' the former surgeon continued, 'So do you, deep down, my dear. It's just that you're still being a hypocrite.'
Lisa's work takes her to Malta - where she finds that her new employer, Dr Landers, is a strict disciplinarian. He soundly canes and tawses the girls who work at his deluxe Health Clinic and lets his senior receptionist spank the younger staff. The doctor is intriguing and Lisa is hugely drawn to him. If only he didn't resolve every dispute by pulling down her pants...
Will she reluctantly submit to the rod and reach new vistas of shame and ecstasy? Or will the obstacles she faces send her fleeing into a more conventional lover's arms?
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