Clara threatens to shave Naomi's hair off

“Now follow me over to the pillory,” Clara ordered.

Naomi stood where she was, there was no way she was going to follow more orders from this woman. It was bad enough being naked.

That was before she felt the **** of the riding crop smack her right on the side of her boob, then another on the other one and after a brief fearful glance at Clara’s eyes, she followed.

They arrived at the pillory, it was open; the sort with hinges on it and the top flipped over to one side.

“Get your neck and wrists in it,” Clara said with a serious glance and a couple of pats of the riding crop on her palm.

Naomi thought about standing there with her arms folded and telling her ‘no’, but that riding crop was fucking painful. Dark purple bruises had already appeared on her tits, and the thick patches where it had hit stung. Clara’s heels clicked the floor as she rounded the pillory, no doubt to give Naomi some more punishment. Before she could, Naomi lowered her head, placing her neck and wrists in the slots.

“Quicker next time,” Clara said as she gave each of Naomi’s ass cheeks a clap of the riding crop.

Naomi let out a squeal, and wriggled around, just as the top of the pillory was closed. A metal latch was lifted, and she heard the padlock click as it was snapped shut.

She was trapped inside this thing now, unable to move anything but her fingers, and stretch her legs. Clara could do anything to her, and there'd be absolutely no way to defend herself or fight back. Naomi looked dead ahead, hoping the punishment wouldn't be too painful or humiliating.

“Now what shall I do with you?” Clara asked as she tapped Naomi’s ass with the riding crop, giving her back a few taps too. She slid her hand up the inside of Naomi’s thigh, running a finger up the middle of her ass, then placed the riding crop between her thighs and unleashed it on her legs a few times, rapidly slapping left and right until Naomi cried out in pain. Her screams echoed throughout the large room. When Clara stopped, Naomi pressed her legs together tightly, feeling the sting on the sensitive skin of the insides of her legs.

Clara walked around the front of Naomi now, crouching until their eyes were level and she smiled sadistically. She tapped Naomi’s cheek with the riding crop, then brushed the long, curly blonde hair out of her face.

“You’ve got such pretty hair,” Clara said. She smirked and her eyes lifted and brightened a little, like she’d just had an idea. She curled a few strands of it around her index finger. “It’d be a shame if you were to lose it all.”

“What?” Naomi gasped. This was the most worried she’d felt since she’d been here. It felt like all the heat had drained from her face and her mouth hung wide open.

Clara disappeared for a moment, and Naomi wriggled around, trying to free herself of the pillory, but all she achieved was a few rattles of the padlock that kept it locked. Her forehead was full of nervous sweat, and she felt anxiety in her guts, like there was something heavy in them, weighing her down.

Clara’s heels clicked on the floor as she returned. There was a loud buzzing sound that Naomi couldn’t make out at first, then she realised what it was. Hair clippers.

“Please don’t do this,” Naomi said as Clara came into sight. The buzzing hair clippers were in one hand. Her hips swayed, making the fabric of her short skirt wave a little. There were swirly patterns on the front of her bustier, and the gold collar she wore had a huge ring in it.

“I think you’re forgetting something, Naomi. You’re supposed to call me Mistress Clara.”

“Please don’t do this, Mistress Clara, I’ll be good.”

Clara smiled as she turned the clippers off, holding them near Naomi’s sweaty forehead. “Is that a promise you can keep?”

“Yes, Mistress Clara. I’ll be a good girl, please don’t shave off my hair.”

“You like your hair, huh?” Clara held a long curl of it, stroking it from scalp to tip. “It’s very pretty.”

“Yes I like it, Mistress Clara. I’ll do anything you say, just let me keep my hair.”

Clara’s eyebrow raised, and she crouched again, looking Naomi in the eye.