Meilind is Punished

“Poor girl,” Nystar said in his deep voice. He stood beside Melinir on the balcony as they watched as Meilind’s punishment was about to commence in the square below.

Melinir would have rather been anywhere else, but he’d been **** to attend by his mother, as a warning for any future actions.

“Let me guess,” Nystar said. “This has something to do with you.”

Melinir nodded solemnly. Meilind was pushed forwards, her hands bound in front of her with magical rope that couldn’t be untied. Her clothes had been taken from her; the flogging wasn’t the only shame she’d experience today. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and she looked up at the balcony, at Melinir and the rest of the royal family on the other balconies. His younger sister Evalina looked back at the girl with scorn, though the other brothers and sisters didn’t seem to care one way or another.

“She’s pretty,” Nystar said. “I can see why you fell for her.”

“Enough, please.” Melinir sighed. “I feel bad enough as it is.”

“When are you going to learn? You can’t get caught. If you need a shag that bad, do it outside of the palace.”

“Gee, thanks. I never thought of that.”

“Why didn’t you do it then?” Nystar looked at him. Melinir looked back up at his friend. Tall, broad, built more like a human than an elf.

“I- I was careless.”

Nystar nodded, then tapped him on the shoulder. “Now you’ll both pay the price.”

Melinir glanced over to the other balcony; the one on his right. Ardella looked down from there. She was the most beautiful elf in all of Lorian. Pale skin, golden hair, a dazzling glow in her eyes. She wore a green dress with a gold necklace and headdress. She looked back at Melinir, and his eyes immediately turned down to the square below.

He gulped as Meilind was pushed into the centre of the square by two armed guards in golden armour and the blue uniforms of Lorian. He got one last look at her emerald eyes, pleading at him before she was turned around.

If there was something he could do, he’d have done it already.

Her hands were raised above her head, and tied to the tripod frame. More rope was tied around her ankles. Then she was given a rag to bite down on.

Telasar approached with the whip, no emotion in his face.

She seemed to hold it together for the first five or ten strokes, letting out little more than a grunt of pain. The whip was so loud as it split her skin, spilling her blood.

It was the twelfth that seemed to break her, her sobs were so loud, they were easy to hear up in the royal balcony.

Telasar continued, nonetheless. There were thick jagged lines along her back, ass cheeks and thighs and her cries of pain got louder and louder for a while, until her voice grew hoarse towards the end.

Elowen glanced at Melinir, then continued to look down with no emotion. She could end this any time, but it was obvious this punishment was as much for Melinir as it was for Meilind. Evalina looked over too, giving her brother the hint of a smile and a raised eyebrow.

He gulped as he watched the final few cracks of the whip. Although he hadn’t cared about the girl, it was still his fault she’d be permanently scarred and banished from this city.

Once her punishment was finished, the ropes were untied. Her legs wobbled as she was handed her clothes. She was given a cup of wine to drink, while another was poured down her back. The sting of the **** in the wound made her scream.

After a moment, she dressed, then was escorted to the city gates. As she passed under the balcony, she had one final glance up at Melinir, who looked back apologetically. Her eyes were empty, tears streaking down her face.