EMMA Chapter 5

“23!” Emma screamed as she called out the number of whip strokes.

“24! Please Master no more…..no more!”

The scream as the whip hit her was ear splitting and she sagged in the cross. I stepped in a closer to review my work. Her freckles ran over her shoulders and cascaded down her back and shoulders. Where the whip had struck was showing as angry red welts that connected the dots in some weird pattern. The welts would heal in a few weeks; they would not leave a mark. The whip wasn’t designed to cut the skin or cause lasting damage. Still though, I avoid the kidneys and concentrated on Emma’s shapely ass and shoulders.

She hung there against the cross, shaking and crying.

“What number was that Emma?”

“25” she sobbed…”25.”

“How many did I promise you?”

“Please Master, have mercy. Have mercy” she kept repeating it now. It was a pathetic half sob, half mumbled request.

“I’m sorry…so sorry Master.”

“How many Emma” I demanded. We were halfway there but I wanted her to know the full amount of her punishment.

“50! Please Master! I’m so sorry, so sorry” she blubbered.

I reached out and pulled the rope that I had tied to her pretty red-brown hair and **** her to look up at me. “Emma, you were a bad girl. You didn’t obey. What did I once tell you?”

“If I obeyed you, I might have a pleasurable life.” Her voice was shaking.

I interrupted her…”And?”

“If I disobeyed it could be unpleasant.” Her voice was cracking now.

“What happened?”

“I disobeyed! I’m sorry Master! Please no more!”

It was the first time in the three months that I had owned her, that she required a whipping. Perhaps I should have done it before, but she had obeyed and listened and I found to be so very pleasing.

I stepped back and told her….”I’ll let you have a drink…but you will still receive all 50 stokes Emma.”

“Thank you Master for allowing me to drink.” She said quietly and in between sobs. I tipped the bottle back and let her drink. Then after she was finished, I placed the bottle on the ground and stepped behind her again. I took that moment to strengthen my resolve. She would receive the full 50 strokes.

The whip cracked through the air again and found its mark. The welt on the right buttock rose and she cried out like an animal again…then started her count “26 Master.”

**Crack**

“27!”

**Crack**

“28!”

At the 38th stroke she passed out. I quickly cut her down and wondered if I had gone too far, but a quick check of her pulse told me she had just fainted. I got the smelling salts and released her hair from the ropes binding it and released her from the leather cuffs.

I cracked the smelling salt and she came around quickly, and then rolled on her side repeating “It hurts, it hurts so fucking much.”

“Remember your place **** girl.” I told her and slapped her ass, and again she howled in pain. I was still pissed at her but the fainting concerned me. Her offense was a simple one and truthfully, the punishment that I was doling out did not fit the crime…but it was better to stop the behaviors I didn’t want and reinforce the behaviors I did.

People are just like any other animal, we are programmed to seek pleasure and avoid pain.

I handed her a bottle of water and then acknowledged when she thanked me. I took out the leash and simply attached it to the collar. I took her by the elbow and not so gently helped her to her feet.

“Can you move?” I asked her, trying very hard to hide the concern in my voice.

“Yes Master.” She said it plainly, simply and without emotion. I worried again if I had gone to far and chased what I liked from Emma out of her.

I thought about cuffing her hands behind her or in front of her but decided against it. If she grew weak then she could catch herself. The marks would not be hidden, and that would serve as a warning to other slaves and those who might do me harm.

“We’re going to the doctor and get those welts treated properly.” I told her. She responded back with a simple affirmation and with a slight tug to the leash we started out the door and into town.

Emma was unusually quiet as we trudged through the town, a few of the slaves looked with concern on their faces, both male and female slaves having at one time or another been whipped in this manner. A older women, hunched over a begging bowl hissed at her to “Behave herself next time slut.”

We walked through town till we got to a low brownstone building painted in the colors of a physician’s office, the white and green paint which indicated that she was a specialist in slaves was peeling from the front door but the grounds were well maintained and I pushed open the door which banged against the wall.

The reception area was empty expect for a small desk in the center of wall.

“Zoi,” I said to the woman sitting there. “Can you take a look at this girl?”

She didn’t look up but continued to work on the paperwork spread over her desk.

“What did you do now you silly boy.” She looked up at me with a smile then turned towards Emma.

I didn’t say a word but Emma somehow knew to turn around.

“Well aren’t you a son of a bitch.” She stated. “Take her back to the exam room and we will discuss payment when I’m done.”

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Emma could hear arguing outside the door of the small examination room, although what was being said she could not make out. The woman whom he called Zoi seemed to be winning the argument; the room she was in was bare except for a doctor’s chair and a few shelves that held various medical supplies. A low table and shelf was off in one of the corners and various herbs and oils were contained in them.

She had been lead on the leash by her Master, lifted on the exam table where she was told to stay on all fours, then he attached the lead to a post and left alone.

The door swung open and the women at the front desk entered and in a huff sat down in the chair. The anger seeped out of her like water from a faucet and Emma felt herself pull back some, trying to put distance between herself and this woman.

This was the first chance that Emma had to look at her and was afraid that the doctor’s anger would be taken out on her.

“Your Master is an idiot Emma.”

Emma really didn’t know how to apply to that…so she said nothing.

The doctor took in a deep breath and held it for a second or two, then chuckled to herself and then blew a stand of raven colored hair out of her face. Emma noticed that the woman has some stark features, a nose that was a little sharp. A mouth that was full but not sultry. Her eyes were a deep piercing brown that somehow looked through you while looking directly at you. The dress was in the physician’s colors of red and white, it was made of a plain cloth.

Emma dropped her eyes and said “Forgive me Mistress.”

“Thiers’s nothing to forgive Emma. I don’t believe in slavery.” She stood then and reached up, looking for some ointment in a jar. “Your Master out there does, and frankly the punishment he doled out really didn’t fit the crime…therefore your Master is an idiot.”

“But then,” she continued, “I’ve never met a man that wasn’t an idiot. Don’t you agree Emma?” The doctor’s voice was starting to lose its edge as she talked.

Emma could not help but smile a little. That seemed to brighten the doctor’s face.

“Truthfully though, your Master out there is a good man. He knew what he was doing, any other idiot probably would of killed you.”

She placed the ointment on her hands. “My name is Zoi, if you wish to call me Mistress Zoi that’s fine. Now I’m not going to lie. This is going to sting like 1001 bees but it’s also going to heal you quicker.”

The ointment did sting as it was applied and Emma jumped now and again. Perhaps it was to calm her, she didn’t know, but Mistress Zoi told of her relationship with Emma’s Master, how their families had an intertwined history. She told a story about how he had slide down a hill in the mud, only to end up in a creek at the bottom. He was afraid that his mother would punish him for getting his clothes that dirty so he took them off and run home naked to have them cleaned before he mother got wind of it.

The thought of her Master running home naked through the streets brought a smile to Emma’s face, and she relaxed, finding that she liked this woman.

“He’s actually a well respected merchant and a leader in the community,” the Mistress said “and quite the catch for a free woman.” “Hell,” she continued, “he helps keep this place running through donations.”

“Why does he not have a wife Mistress” Emma asked quietly. She wondered about this, as most men his age were already married.

She shrugged, letting out a little sigh and a great look of sadness entered her eyes for a moment. Then it was gone.

“He was married before.” She continued, “And I suppose then he couldn’t have a little beauty like you. Have you met is daughter and son yet?”

Emma blushed at the memory of her and Maryanne. “I have spent time with his daughter; however I have yet to meet his son.” She then looked up as the Mistress put away the last of the ointment.

That information brought a chuckle to the Doctor’s face. “Maryanne is as smart and cunning as that snake is out there.”

She laughed and started mixing a paste together, adding various herbs to the mix. It was warm against Emma’s battered skin. “I’ve known that man all my life Emma, he’s a lucky man. He’s wealthier than he lets on and keeps this clinic running. Frankly when he bought you I was surprised. I thought he was done with slaves.”

“I’m not sure why he bought me. I can barely cook; I am just starting to learn to dance. I’m still not sure if I give him pleasure in bed.” She sighed, and winced a little as the paste was applied to the welts.

Now it was Mistress’s moment to laugh and she did with a solid smile on her face. “If a man is fucking any female he’s enjoying it Emma! You will never meet a man that doesn’t enjoy fucking.”

Zoi then run her hand cupping Emma’s mound for a moment; “It’s like honey to a bee for a man, Emma.” She released it and then continued to apply the paste to her that had a cooling effect to the welts and smelled oddly of peppermint and cinnamon. Again Emma flinched now and again.

“As far as your other duties, the cooking and cleaning…you can ask to be taught to do all that. Tell him you wish to provide him with better service. He’ll love that.”

She went to the cabinet once again and took out a powder which she carefully measured into a small bag. “Mix this before bed, with water. NOT wine. It will help you sleep. The whip he used was specifically designed not to break the skin. The welts are going to heal and you will be stiff for a few days. I am also going to give him specific instructions not to touch you for up to three days. Your Master should let you sleep at night till you are done healing.”

Mistress Zoi continued to talk as she prepared a second medication. “Does he have you in his bed at night? Or chained to the kitchen stones?”

“He has had me sleep with him Mistress; he does not chain me at night.”

“Ah, you’re his bed warmer too! That’s good; I was going to tell him not to chain you to the stones.”

Emma blushed, surprised that a Free woman would speak so plainly about sex, or give a **** an excuse not to have it. “I don’t think that is needed Mistress. I am a ****, property. He may do with me what he wishes.” Emma quietly stated.

“That is not a test girl.” Zoi stated, and then indicated Emma should slide off the table as she undid the lead.

“Bend over if you can and grab the edges,” the Mistress simply said. “We need to bandage you up.”

“Mistress, may I ask you a question?”

“Anything Emma, but first are the bandages to tight?” She asked as she started to wrap the girl in clean cloth.

“No, thank you for your kindness Mistress, however I’m a little confused as to why would you tell my Master not to touch me for three days?”

Mistress Zoi laughed then and smiled “Girl you have to heal!”

Emma groaned involuntary as the bandages where wrapped around her.

“Now, we’re done here. Let’s go talk to that idiot Master of yours. I’m going to tell him he owes me a dinner for fixing you up as well as I did. I’m curious to see if you’re really a bad cook. It’s not like him to keep a bad cook for long.”

Emma flashed a smile. “Of course he does Mistress!”