Naomi is caned

Clara left the sobbing Naomi in the stocks, looking down at all the pretty blonde hair she’d just had shaved off. After a few minutes she managed to gather a little of her breath, though she still cried. She shook the pillory in frustration, wishing she could get off this fucking island.

She heard the whipping as Clara went around the other slaves in pillories, then the slaves counted out loud for her. Naomi couldn’t see much from here, just the wall in front. She shifted from one leg to the other, trying to get comfortable.

“So, what shall we do with you next?” Clara asked when she returned. “I think you deserve to be caned; wouldn’t you say so?”

Naomi didn’t answer, she just looked up at Clara with teary eyes.

“Caning it is then.” She tapped Naomi on the hip with the cane, not too hard, but even that was painful. “I think I’ll let you decide how many you deserve, though if you’re too easy on yourself, I’ll double it. So how many?”

Naomi looked up at Clara before gulping heavily. Her heart raced as numbers jumped through her head. The last **** got fifteen. She’d heard loud and clear as he called the numbers out.

“Fifteen, Mistress Clara.”

“Hmm.” Clara tapped the cane on Naomi’s back. “I think you deserve more than that… I was thinking twenty. So Forty it is.”

Naomi winced as Clara walked around her. Each click of the heels on the metal floor made her heart jump.

“Make sure you’re nice and loud, or else I’ll strike you again for any you missed.”

“Yes, Mistress Clara.”

Naomi’s heart raced, there were nerves and anxiety, but for some reason, she was a little turned on by it too.

Then the cane hit her, harder than anything had hit her ever before. It cracked against both ass cheeks and it felt like someone had slashed a line across them with a sword.

Naomi tensed up, her skin burning. “One.”

Another, and this was just as hard. Just above the previous one, and Naomi was glad her ass was so firm, or she’d not cope with all of this.

“Two.”

She tightened her eyes and tried to zone out as the strikes kept hitting her. As it got the twentieth, there was no skin on her ass that hadn’t already been caned. Clara had even hit the legs a couple of times.

She tried to keep tensing her ass cheeks, but it was all so painful. Now it burned every time too. It felt like the cane was lit on fire each time.

“Thirty-eight.” Naomi had to catch her breath after each stroke now, before saying the number. Her legs were shaking, as were her hands and wrists. Tears poured from her eyes due to the pain.

Another vicious crack of the cane across her ass, in a place she’d already been hit three or four times. Her ass felt like it was inside an oven.

“Thirty-nine,” Naomi said after a deep breath.

The final hit was brutal, it was like Clara had saved up some extra energy for it. Naomi screamed out, then burst into tears of relief at making it through.

“I didn’t hear a number.”

“Forty.” Naomi sobbed.

“Too late, slut.” Clara hit her again, not as hard as the last one, but still painful.

“Forty.” Naomi shook from the shock and the pain, unable to free herself from the pillory still.

“I’ll be back soon, once I’ve seen to the other slaves.”