Chapter 8

The bus that took her home was the same as always, and Salwa kept her legs pressed tightly together as she felt the vibrations travel through her seat. On any other day she wouldn’t have even noticed, but after nearly an entire hour of being punished with her rear, her body was still feeling quite sensitive. So much so that her nipples were still quite stiff, and if anyone were to look a little too closely then they would have no problem at all seeing the miniature little bumps poking up from her chest. Nobody did though, and she let out a sigh as she made it back safely.

Emily was there to greet her. The girl glanced up from the couch as she walked into the apartment.

“Hey, where were you all day?” she said, “You missed the review for the exam we’re about to have next week.”

Salwa hesitated as she walked over to the kitchen. Absently, she filled a glass of water before taking a sip. A flurry of thoughts raced through her head. Should she try and tell the other girl what she had just been through? Was it even normal for roommates to talk about such things? Somehow she didn’t exactly feel normal right now though with the video of her naked and bent over due to appear at any minute.

It was hard to tell when the punishment center would finally upload it to their website. Biting down on her lips, she went with her instinct.

“Busy,” she said, “I was busy.”

“With what?” scoffed Emily, “Trying to find a boyfriend and get laid?”

“No,” said Salwa, “Busy with other things.”

Somehow, she noted, her voice didn’t shake. The other girl glanced over at her again, but she left it at that. It was part of the agreement they had made when they first became roommates. She wouldn’t try and pry into her personal life, and in return Emily would do the same thing. It was just easier to do things that way since they both came from two different cultures that sometimes didn’t agree. So long as they didn’t end up fighting over it though, then most of the time it was fine to just leave things be.

The door to her room was over on the right, and Salwa closed it behind her. She let out another sigh as the weariness settled down over her feet. What she would give right now for a break. First things first though, before she forgot. Opening up her computer, she navigated over to the Judicial Punishment page. Today was Tuesday, and the next available appointment was for Wednesday of next week. A couple more clicks was enough to fill out the forms, and a moment later she received an email with the matching time and date.

There, done. Now she just had to find a way to put up with the chastity belt for the next eight or so days. Her clit let out another throb, and she **** herself to ignore the feeling. Instead, she walked over to take a much needed shower, and after carefully drying her hair she took in a deep breath as she grit her teeth. She had just gotten through the first part of her sentence and she was still alive. Now she just had to find the strength to follow it all the way through to the end.

The prayer mat was in the closet and she took it out. Mecca was to the east, and lowering her head to the floor she slowly began to pray.