Leah's Punishment

by Aran Ashe

  Table of Contents

  By the Same Author

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Teaser

  Chapter 1 Girl on a Boat

  Chapter 2 Hides and Skins

  Chapter 3 Lady Lauren

  Chapter 4 The Initiation of the Groom

  Chapter 5 The Ties That Bind

  Chapter 6 An Infusion of Pleasure

  Chapter 7 A Dream Shared

  Chapter 8 Breast Training

  Chapter 9 Two Masters

  Chapter 10 Into the Fire

  Chapter 11 Primal Thirst

  Chapter 12 A Reward for Promiscuity

  Chapter 13 The Dresser

  Chapter 14 Jubal

  Chapter 15 The Water Gardens

  Chapter 16 Privileged Usage

  Chapter 17 A Reunion

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  THE HANDMAIDENS

  LOVE-CHATTEL OF TORMUNIL

  SLAVE MINES OF TORMUNIL

  THE SLAVE OF LIDIR

  THE DUNGEONS OF LIDIR

  THE FOREST OF BONDAGE

  PLEASURE ISLAND

  CHOOSING LOVERS FOR JUSTINE

  CITADEL OF SERVITUDE

  LEAH'S

  PUNISHMENT

  Aran Ashe

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  LEAH'S PUNISHMENT

  'I keep her nude as much as possible,' said Leah's master.

  'Surely not in public?' asked the guest.

  'Of course . . . Men admire her singular beauty. Their attentions arouse her. But touch is strictly for the privileged few.'

  'And punishment . . . ?'

  'Ah, yes . . . Punishment hones a unique edge to any relationship. But mark this – without the commingling of pleasure, then all the pain in the world is rendered worthless.'

  'I have some ideas of my own that I would like to try upon her – with her master's permission.'

  'Be my guest.'

  As Leah stared at him over the length of her prostrate body she was horribly aware of the way her pulse was beating in her naked belly. And the guest had seen it too.

  1

  Girl on a Boat

  Of the many narrow boats navigating the mountain waterway in the early warmth of that day, one was special. Its line was sleeker, finer than the rest; it sliced smoothly through the water; the horse towing it – powerful and proud – held his head high. Any watcher on the banks would have noticed these things first. Then he would have seen the girl.

  She sat astride the prow, dwarfed by the carved wooden boss that crowned it. Her naked legs dangled in innocent shamelessness and her toes flirted with the warm wisps of breeze. She wore a broad straw hat and an open shirt – too large for her and tied loosely at her belly. Her countenance was angelic, yet her blue-eyed gaze seemed open and knowing. Her delicate fingers clung to the wooden boss in front of her; at intervals her cheek or her lips would brush across its surface as if she were daydreaming and echoes of intimacy were caressing her mind.

  But when she stretched her back, the watcher might have glimpsed below her shirt the tell-tale fresh red marks across her small nude buttock cheeks. Then idle contemplation might next have drifted to that other, most nude of places – between those tender open thighs, so lithe and limp in their present pose and yet so surely trained to adept gripping. Hidden from view there nestled segments of a beautiful blue-jewelled chain that once linked those pierced pink inner lips, now plundered by repeated male wanting.

  The watcher would not know this. Nor would he know how keenly the laying of those fresh marks of caring sexual punishment across her bottom had stirred female erection at the front; nor how her master had placed her in so aroused a state in this present pose, deliberately astride the prow, separating the two segments of her chain and pressing her female openness down; nor how he had spent productive time refining the positioning of her thighs, then caressing the sensitive hollow nudity at the base of her spine, whilst kissing her lips, yet at the same time searching out her keen erection, that special place, tip-touching it, softly pressing it back inside its lovely shell until her belly repeatedly tightened and her lips faltered against his kisses and softly but forlornly begged him for release.

  Leah sat very still now, clinging to the prow, her breasts forced outwards by the polished wooden boss as she relived that deliciously prolonged touching. Merek had told her that he wanted her 'at one with the boat, fused to it almost'. Every slight movement, every swell in the water, lifted her belly on the sturdy waxed wood of the prow. The irresistible pressure between her legs slowly surged then swiftly dropped, imposing the beat of pleasure, slower than a heartbeat but fuller and more telling. The heavy tow-rope was anchored to a short mast some way behind her; as the rope tautened then slackened, a sweet forward pulse melded with the up and down.

  Leah's breasts were smaller than those of most slaves that her master used: she was very conscious of this. But of late the surrounds of her nipples were becoming steadily more swollen. Merek had commented on this. He would stand Leah sideways and pull her open shirt back, up under her arms, exposing her even in the presence of other men, and he would run his hands upwards under her breasts and the newly swollen surrounds of her nipples would stand out, puffed-up and hard. And he would gently pull and twist them and tell her he was pleased that they were getting fuller, with the fullness restricted to the surrounds of the nipples. Often, these other men would be watching and Leah's nipple-surrounds would puff up even harder because of this.

  When her master had male guests at his table they would openly and frankly discuss her as they watched. Merek would sometimes offer her to favoured or important guests. Leah could never be sure which man, or which men, her body might be required to please – such was the duty of a Tormunite slave. The men always seemed to want to bundle her in their arms and carry her. When a man – her temporary master – did this with her he would usually already be in hard erection and Leah �
�� if her hand was free – would try to feel this part of him through his garments, in part to judge in advance its girth and shape. It became her signal of assent to the sexual actions he might wish to take. If the acting master would permit, she would play with his flesh at length while it was naked: she enjoyed this, taking pleasure from imposing pleasure and taking brief control, provoking arousal but delaying spillage.

  As Leah daydreamed, she put her lips to the wooden boss and gripped her thighs about its column until the soles of her feet pressed tightly together. Her open sex rode the softly surging prow as the tow-rope rose and dipped; she felt it, tugging the sluggish weight of the boat, tugging deliciously and remorselessly against the ball of arousal buried deep within her belly.

  Then Leah heard her master's footfalls approaching. She tensed with anticipation but knew not to turn around. She clung in that same position, her feet pressed together. Merek had stopped short in order to look at her from behind. She knew he was studying her bottom and the marks that his guest of last night had put there. Then Leah looked up and saw a bridge ahead. There were men on it. They turned to stare at her. She so wanted to avert her eyes but knew she must not.

  'Good girl,' Merek whispered. 'Keep looking at them. They want to see those generous eyes and those beautiful puffy nipples bared to the sun.'

  Leah shivered self-consciously. Already she could hear the hungry murmurings, stirring sickly fear into the sweet arousal in her belly. As Merek crept up behind her, her upward gaze unfocused gently and her lips parted. The tips of his fingers touched the naked small of her back. 'Let go now – with your hands,' he said. Shuddering softly, Leah rode the surging swell of submission. 'Let your arms hang back – relax.' He cradled her by her shoulders. The sun's warmth bathed her quaking belly. Her thighs were still around the wooden column. The avid faces of the men on the bridge drew swiftly closer, with Leah now so sexually exposed. Merek deftly freed the knot fastening her shirt, which fell completely open. Her fingertips touched the decking. Her swollen nipples felt tight, her naked labia soft. In the pit of her belly was a nauseous desire – too sweet and cloying a burden for all her taunted longing. Her broken sexual chain had become so moistened that its segments lay enfolded within the limp flesh. She wanted Merek to put his hand between her legs and grasp her gently, or just press his fingertips against her knob as if to push it up inside her again.

  The men were shouting and whistling. The bridge was almost overhead, coming nearer, faster. 'Make kisses to them,' Merek whispered. And when Leah did, he touched her, attempted softly to open her sex more completely, and she came, briefly but so pleasurably, from the stretching and the lewd kisses she was making at the men.

  Merek drew her upright with her legs still round the prow and her hat fell to the deck. The underside of the bridge raced over her head. 'Forward now . . . Lean right over.' She leant round one side of the boss and he drew her shirt all the way up her back, exposing her from her shoulder-blades to her bottom. The boat emerged from under the bridge. The whistling and the shouts continued, for the men had run to the other side.

  'Lean further,' Merek ordered Leah. 'I want them to see everything.' Her face and neck congested as she hung, head down, clinging to the prow by one arm, her shirt now over her head. The swirling water directly below made her giddy. Reaching under her from behind, Merek slowly unravelled the oily segments of her labial chain and stretched her sex fully open with them, stimulating pulsings that her body could not prevent. 'Beautiful . . .,' Merek murmured as the whistling grew ever louder. 'The shafts of sunshine even reach inside you. Evidently my guest opened you well last night.' Leah shuddered sexually at the memory. Merek took one hand away and cupped her small breasts. He felt for the nipple surrounds and found them very swollen and hard. And he kept her in that exposed position until all the shouts and whistles had receded. Then he lifted her down and stood her unsteadily on the deck. She went light-headed and started to swoon. Merek held her gently upright. He did not pick her up nor let her sit but cradled her giddy head against his chest, her puffy nipples pressed against his taut belly. Leah tried to touch it. She snuggled closer – for her master was her lover and provider, not just her taunter and punisher – but Merek gently, firmly drew her arms away.

  He looked down at her, searching her eyes. 'Did the pleasure come – when I spread you open?'

  'Oh, master – yes . . .,' she murmured. Again her fingers came up to caress his torso but he would not allow it.

  'Put your arms behind you!'

  When she did this, her breasts pressed deeper against his belly and her nipples stood harder. Momentarily Merek closed his eyes and, to Leah, that small signal was itself beautiful. She pressed her puffed-up nipples against him. She wanted them to pierce the cloth of his shirt and the points to puncture his skin and burrow beneath it like little goads that would blister within him and from which he would never be free. Her open lips touched his chest and she felt a shudder move through him. She was excited that she had made this happen.

  'Let me look at you,' he said more gently. Once again he stood her sideways to assess her breasts by hand for weight and girth. 'They're definitely getting more swollen around the nipples. It must be the good living – plenty of fruit and plenty of admirers.' He kissed her fully on the lips while his fingertips lightly grazed the undersides of her nipple-surrounds, setting erect every skin-hair down her back. He rolled her sleeves up. Then from behind he drew her shirt-tails tightly up underneath her arms and tied them in a knot above her breasts. The downward pressure made her breasts more swollen and left her whole body naked from her shoulders down. The rolling up and tying of the cloth made goose-pimples spread over her exposed skin.

  'Turn around.' He wanted to look at the new marks that had been put across her bottom the previous night.

  Whenever Merek examined Leah's marks, he would hold her in this special way, one hand between her thighs at the front while the other rubbed and pinched her reddened buttock cheeks. 'Stand up straight,' he ordered, for her knees were sagging under this fresh stimulation. Merek would never permit the excesses of whipping to lead to perforation of her skin but the marks were always long-lasting. His fingers swiftly found the most punished part of the cheeks and worked them. Fiery needles stung that skin. In the flesh beneath, a dull ache stirred, as if the warm firm fingers had plunged into the cheek itself, burrowing through the very flesh, making her anus tighten guiltily, triggering a strange sensation in the back of her throat. And at the front, where he was holding her lips and now gently milking and teasing her knob, there was a much more direct pleasure. Her legs began to tremble and her knees again went weak. The two segments of her labial chain slipped down and dangled free; her sexual lips were swelling. She wanted him to bend her over his lap and finish her. Moist sounds were coming from her front. 'Oh, it feels so warm and good,' he murmured. 'Open it.' He suddenly held the lips fully back and made her push until she felt her inner flesh gently erupting into his taunting fingers.

  When Leah had first come to Merek, she was newly deflowered: her broken chain was the external indication of this; the frayed tenderness inside her body was the living proof. Merek had vowed to make her more open still. He had tied the broken strands of her labial chain to leather garters at the tops of her thighs and had stretched her sex repeatedly. 'Your inner beauty shall henceforth be visible at all times to all men,' he had told her. He would make her sit, open and unclothed below the waist. Her thighs were only permitted to close around an object or a human part. When she sat, he instructed, she must do so with her open sex fully visible to any onlooker, or she must sit with it open and pressed against the seat.

  Merek now lifted Leah from the deck, her crotch cradled in his hand and her sex still wide open, his other hand clutching her punished buttock cheeks: her climax came as her toes left the decking. The inner flesh of her sex was still pulsing out between his fingers – she could feel it and could sense that he was studying its performance. He carried her back to the prow an
d put her legs either side of the short column supporting the wooden boss. Once again, her inner flesh pressed against its waxed surface and the short lengths of chain hung down on each side. Then he kissed her while this intimate conjunction of girl and boat was maintained. He told her that he was pleased with her progress and learning. He continued to kiss her and to touch her between the legs very gently, and as the boat drew towards a wharf, he whispered: 'There is a gentleman whom I would like you to meet.'

  2

  Hides and Skins

  As soon as the boat had docked, the loading began.

  'Do you want to accompany Asgal?' Merek asked Leah. Asgal was unharnessing the tow-horse for stabling. 'There's no hurry – our guest is not expected yet,' Merek added, stroking her hair. 'In fact, we shan't be leaving today.'

  Leah feigned indifference, hoping that her master would not realise why she did not want to go with Asgal. Asgal made her uncomfortable – his desire was hidden and barbed; it carried jealousy of the master and Leah avoided Asgal whenever she could. So she answered that she would wait aboard with her master.

  'Then you can supervise the loading,' Merek said and Leah smiled. But in truth she was curious to watch.

  Each port along the waterway was different; in the smaller ones like this, the labourers might be rough but they were mostly open and kind. Even so, Leah kept her distance. As part of her training, Merek deliberately tied her shirt-tails up under her breasts so as to leave her belly and bottom quite naked, knowing that the freedom of nudity in itself aroused her. He did not force her to approach the men but he expected her not to hide. It was a test, a fine line of gentle flaunting that Leah had to tread. She knew that seeing her thus before the men excited Merek; she tried to conceal how much it excited her too. The men worked bare-chested, carrying aboard the heavy bales of hides and skins without pausing for rest until Merek called a halt and told Leah to bring beer for their refreshment.