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Chapter 5 by Teyla Teyla

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Discipline

With her new status, Emma could stay in the harem room, a room with oriental tapestries and large cushions that accommodated a dozen girls whose training was closely monitored by her mistress. This wasn't an advantage; on the contrary, the girls had to be able to be elegant, graceful, obedient at all times, and quick to obey instantly, not only their masters but also the dominants present.

Emma had difficulty with her corset, which was almost unbearably tight; the long skirt was the most pleasant part of this uniform. Mistress was giving her lessons, and not being attentive was certainly a bad time to endure.

  • Slavia, Slavia

Before she realized she was being called away in the middle of a daydream, it was already too late; two guards seized our heroine.

They brought her before Mistress, who looked at her.

  • So what was I teaching you, Slavia?

Emma had turned red with shame.

  • You weren't listening, were you?
  • Sorry, Mistress, she couldn't say that the corset made her short of breath, which made it difficult for her to pay attention because the others were dressed the same way.
  • Well, ladies, what is the punishment for this offense? She turned to the other girls.

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"The punishment for inattention is two strokes of the cane on the bottom of each person present and being taken like a female dog by the guards," the other girls replied in unison, their voices harmonious but without the slightest hesitation.

Mistress smiled, a flash of satisfaction in her dark eyes, and gestured toward one of the guards. He pulled a thin, shiny, flexible reed stick from his belt.

  • Lean on the desk and spread your legs as wide as possible.

Emma knew she had **** but to obey. She counted eight women and two guards, walked as dignified as possible to the office, leaned on the desk, and spread her thighs.

The mistress took the cane, whistled it through the air two or three times, lifted the back of the skirt, pulling it to the side so it wouldn't lessen the pain. She stroked Emma's buttock for a moment, so much so that Emma had to bite herself to keep from moaning.

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