Naomi gets a shower

Clara smirked, as though an idea had come to mind just then. “I know what we’ll do with you. Follow me.” She grabbed a bunch of big keys on a ring and attached them to her leather belt.

Naomi looked around, seeing if there was an exit, but this place was a prison, there was no way out of the barred doors and gates she came in by. So she followed Clara, seeing the fabric of her short skirt sway as she walked to a barred door and unlocked it with a screech. Clara tilted her head as if to say ‘after you’, and Naomi headed onto the corridor as the door was locked behind her.

The corridor was narrow, with a chequered floor and cells on the left, though they were all empty. Naomi assumed she’d probably be sleeping in one of those tonight. It was cold here with no clothes on, and Naomi was tired from the long flight, and hungry too.

She suddenly felt the crack of the riding crop on her ass, and it made her jump.

“Hurry up,” Clara snapped. “Take a left at the end.”

Naomi picked up the pace then, not wanting to be struck again. She turned left at the end of the corridor, passing some more cells, then she waited at the door at the end while her mistress unlocked it. Once she was through and the door was locked behind her Clara grabbed her by the arm and walked her on a few more steps.

There was a steamy smell in here, it must have been a shower block. There was no one in here at least. The walls were covered in white tiles that looked a little dirty. A couple of rows up was a single red row of tiles. There was a row of maybe ten cubicles—if you could call them that, they were each separated by a wall maybe three feet high. Chains hung from the ceiling down to each cubicle, a little lower than head height.

“Into that cubicle,” Clara said, pointing at one in the middle.

Naomi entered the cubicle, noticing a pair of metal rings in the back corners, wondering what they were for. She was ready for a shower, at least one good thing might come out of this. She was about to press the button—

“Did I tell you to turn the shower on?”

“No, I just assumed.”

“Well don’t make any assumptions from now on. And what are you forgetting?” The riding crop hit Naomi’s other ass cheek.

“No, Mistress Clara.” Naomi looked at the floor as she said it, seeing the grimy tiles and the grate beneath Clara’s feet where the water drained out to.

“Now on your knees, and spread your legs.”

Naomi raised an eyebrow, before getting onto her knees and facing Clara. The riding crop was painful, she didn’t want to feel that too many times. She felt it tap her thigh, then spread her legs, her knees as wide as they would go.

“Give me your hands, hold them out.”

Naomi held her hands out in front, and Clara took a pair of handcuffs, cuffing one of Naomi’s wrists to the big ring on the end of the chain above her head, before doing the same with the other a moment later.

“Why do we need to do this for a shower?” Naomi asked. The tiles was rough on her knees, she wasn’t sure how long they’d cope with being in this position.

“Shh.” Clara placed a finger over Naomi’s lips. “You’ll see soon.” She cuffed Naomi’s ankles next and attached each to the metal rings in the back corner of the cubicle.

Clara smiled as she looked down at the helpless Naomi, admiring the way here tits were raised by her hands being held above her head.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Clara said. She walked off, opening the door with a screech and Naomi looked around, wondering what was about to happen, the longer she waited, the more she worried about what Clara was about to do. Maybe the punishment was to be left like this for a while, that wouldn’t be so bad. She shuffled her knees into different positions, to try and let them rest from the roughness of the floor, though they wouldn’t move far.

After a few minutes, the door screeched open, then shut again and the key clicked in the lock.

Clara appeared around the corner, holding the leash of a male **** wearing nothing but a collar and a latex hood. He was broad shouldered, tall too, with a hairy brown chest. Naomi worried then; she was about to get a face full of his come it seemed.