Life continues on the island

Early the next morning, Kara woke as the first rays of the morning sun shone through the large windows of her bedroom. She sat up, and the soft, smooth silk sheets fell from her naked body as she stretched and got out of her bed. She turned and made her bed before going to her closet and getting dressed in her uniform, a tiny red silk thong, blue satin half-bra that clasped in the front with The Crest of The House of El over the clasp, and a pair of red open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Once she was dressed, Kara headed downstairs to the kitchen.

“Oh, no,” she said out loud. “Jean must have over slept, oh damn it!” She flew into action, setting out a frying pan, sausage links, eggs, apples, grapes, and pineapple. She tossed the sausages into the frying pan and began to cut up the apples and pineapple before mixing all of the fruit into a large bowl. By now, the sausages were almost done, so she added the eggs, cooking them over easy just like Leana and Felicity liked them. As she was lightly salting the eggs, she heard a heavy sigh that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Kara, why are you cooking breakfast and not Jean? You know she had breakfast duty this morning.”

“She must have overslept, Mistress Leana, so I thought it would be best if I handled breakfast,” Kara answered, looking over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the eggs and carefully flipping them.

“Kara, while we commend you for trying to take up the slack, breakfast was not your duty,” Mad’am Smoak began in a stern, yet somehow kind tone. “Mistress Leana and I will discuss your punishment later. On the other hand, Jean will have to be dealt with immediately, well, after breakfast. I’ll go wake the others.

Breakfast itself was a quiet affair. None of the slaves wanted to say anything out of turn and risk being punished themselves. None of them was looking forward to the end of the meal as Jean had told them that all of her sister slaves would witness her punishment. Just as soon as Miranda finished clearing the dishes, Mad’am Smoak took Jean by the arm and led her and the other slaves into the living room as Leana went down to the dungeon to get what she wanted for Jean’s punishment.

"Girls, have a seat," Felicity said as she gestured to the large couch that wrapped around a square coffee table made of darkly colored wood. "Jean, you stand right here," she added, pointing to a spot on the floor right in front of the very middle of the couch.

It was not long before Leana walked into the room, and when she did, Jean bit her lip nervously when she saw Leana carrying a a wide and thick black leather strap with a polished wooden handle in her right hand. “Alright, Jean, for oversleeping and failing to perform your assigned task, both Mad’am smoak and I will be giving you a spanking,” she paused to watch Jean's reaction. She smiled when the redheaded mutant averted her gaze and rocked nervously from foot to foot. “Would you like to begin, Felicity?”

“I would,” Felicity said as she sat on the coffee table. “Get that loincloth and panties down, Jean. I’ll be using my hand.”

Knowing any hesitation would only serve to make the situation worse, Jean undid the clasp of her yellow loin cloth with shaking hands before she folded the flimsy garment as carefully as she could and set it aside before pulling down her tiny blue thong, and setting it on top of the loin cloth, leaving her in nothing but her blue silk half-bra, blue leather collar, and her yellow stiletto heels. She said nothing as she positioned herself over Felicity’s lap. She flinched when she felt Mad’am Smoak’s hand brush her bare ass.

Jean knew this was going to hurt, but she couldn't bring herself to fight it. She had messed up, and now she must face the consequences. The first slap of Felicity's hand stung her left cheek, and she bit her lip to stifle a yelp. The second and third slaps followed in quick succession, and tears began to well up in her eyes as Felicity delivered swat after swat after swat in quick succession, alternating cheeks with each swat. Jean's bottom was now a fiery red color, but Felicity wasn't done yet.

Finally, after five more equally painful slaps, Felicity Smoak moved away from Jean's quivering form. "Stand," she ordered, indicating the center of the room with a nod of her head.

Jean rose shakily to her feet, her cheeks burning both from the punishment she had just received and the humiliation of being spanked in front of her fellow slaves. She wiped away the tears from her eyes before taking her place in front of Leana, who was ready with the thick leather strap.

“Lunge position,” she said as she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. Jean took a shaky breath as she balanced herself on her hands and the balls of her feet. Not happy with the height of Jean’s ass, Leana grabbed her hips and pulled them back, forcing Jean to walk backwards on her hands until Leana was satisfied. “Stay,” she said in a stern tone as she tapped the strap against Jean’s defenseless, and already sore, ass.

“Please let this be quick,” Jean thought as she shut her eyes tightly and waited for the first lash of the strap. Although she hoped for a quick punishment, she knew her Mistress would not likely grant it.

“I hope for your sake, Jean that you are beginning to understand the consequences of over sleeping,” Leana said as she tapped the strap against her ass again, this time slightly harder as a tease for what was to come.

“Yes, Mistress Leana,” Jean replied as Leana slowly moved the strap back and forth across her ass. The soft, supple leather felt almost cooling on her sore flesh, but she knew the pain that it would soon inflict. Leana said nothing for several long minutes. She only continued to slowly rub the strap over her ass. The longer she was made to wait, the longer she was made to hold the lunge position, the more the muscles in her arms and legs ached and burned from holding the stressful position.

Suddenly, the first lash of the strap landed across both of Jean's cheeks with a loud crack, catching her by surprise. She yelped in pain and bit down on her bottom lip even harder to keep from screaming out. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she fought the urge to move away from the searing pain that now engulfed her entire backside. Leana did not give her any time to catch her breath before landing another blow, and then another. Jean's cries of pain and agony filled the room, bouncing off the walls and solidifying the intensity of her punishment in front of her peers. Her entire body shook as she sobbed, and it took more and more effort for the beautiful redhead to maintain her position.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Leana stopped. "You may rise," she said coldly, signaling an end to Jean's punishment. With difficulty, Jean pushed herself up off the floor. Her hands and feet were shaking, and her vision blurred from the stinging pain in her eyes. Silently, she turned around and retrieved her loincloth and panties, never once meeting anyone's gaze as she redressed herself as fast as possible. “Come with me, Jean,” Leana said as she took Jean by the arm and led her down to the dungeon. “Position four, one hour, go,” Leana commanded as she pointed to one of the elevated platforms at the corners of Leana’s dungeon.

“Yes, Mistress Leana,” Jean said as she went to the corner that Leana had pointed to, climbed up on top of it, and knelt with her knees shoulder-width apart, her hands on the back of her head with her fingers interlocked, and slightly leaned forward to press her nose into the corner, causing her deep crimson ass to stick out as if on display.

When she returned to the living room, Leana was met by Felicity’s warm smile. Alex, Sara, Ava, and Kara were still sitting on the couch. “Kara, to your room, the rest of you to your duties,” Felicity said in her typical soft yet commanding tone. “Mistress Leana and I are going to discuss Kara’s punishment for taking on Jean’s duties without being told to do so. Kara, we will come and get you when we have decided what your punishment will be.”

“Yes, Mad’am Smoak,” they said together before standing and leaving the room to begin their assigned chores, and in Kara’s case, to await her punishment.

For nearly an hour, Kara paced her room, sat on her bed, tried to read a book, did anything she could to try and get her impending punishment off her minded. When she heard the door knob begin to turn she quickly faced the door and lowered herself to her knees. As soon as her knees touched the soft,plushh carpet, Leana and Felicity entered her bedroom, their expressions unreadable.

“Kara, we have discussed your punishment and have come to a decision,” Felicity began.

“Are you ready to find out how you will be punished?” Leana asked as she walked over to the kneeling Kryptonian and stroked her cheek.

“Yes, Mistress Leana, years, Mad’am Smoak, I am ready for my punishment,” Kara replied, trying to keep her tone even. She knew showing fear or trying to talk her way out of her punishment would only make things worse for her.

“Strip, everything off,” Felicity said in her typical stern yet soft tone.

“Yes, Mad’am Smoak.” Kara stood and slid her shoes off her feet. She then undid her short red skirt and let it fall to the floor before pulling down and stepping out of her tiny blue satin thong. She then undid her bra and let it flutter to the floor as she stepped out of her discarded skirt and panties. She then knelt back on the floor, waiting for instructions. Her heart raced when she was told to stay, and both of her beautiful dommes left the room. They returned shortly after, Mad’am Smoak carrying new black clothes in her arms.

Without a word, Mad’am Smoak set the clothes down on Kara’s bed, then removed her red leather collar, only to replace it with one made of black leather with white lace frills going completely around the top and bottom. “Stand,” she ordered. When Kara stood, she knelt and held out a tiny white lace G-string. Without having to be told, Kara stepped into the flimsy and revealing garment and allowed Mad’am Smoak to pull it up and playfully snap the waistband against her flesh. Next, Madam Smoak wrapped a short black satin skirt with white lace trim around Kara’s hips and closed it with the snaps at the left hip. Next came a black satin half-bra, again with white lace trim. Kara’s arms were then trapped in a black leather single glove that **** her elbows together and mad her stick her pierced tits out. Finally, Mad’am Smoak put a black ball gag in Kara’s mouth; this black ball gag, however, had a feather duster sticking out of the front of it.

“Since your assigned task was to dust the dungeon and the first floor, you will now do so dressed like this, and use only that feather duster,” Felicity explained.

“Now get started,” Leana ordered as she pointed to the door of Kara’s bedroom.

Kara felt a flush of embarrassment creep into her cheeks as she realized the humiliating punishment that awaited her. This was somehow worse than any spanking or lashing she could have imagined. The fact that she would be on display, cleaning the house in such a revealing and restrictive outfit, was mortifying enough. But to top it off, she would be unable to use her hands, **** to rely on the feather duster protruding from the gag in her mouth.

With a meek nod, Kara left her room and began her new duty. She started in the dungeon. She began with the elevated platforms where she and her fellow slaves were left in timeout to finish their punishments. The fact that she would soon be kneeling on one of these platforms with her hands either behind he back grasping the opposite elbow, or on the back of her head with her nose pressed into the corner for an hour was not lost on her as she swayed slowly back and forth dragging the duster sticking out of the gag in her mouth across the top of the first platform. She made sure that the delicate white feathers moved across every inch of the platform before she knelt and began dusting it. The task quickly became awkward and highly uncomfortable as she had to bend and twist her body in unnatural ways.

After finishing with the four raised platforms, she went to the spanking bench. The familiar sensation of a short skirt rising as she bent over and began to dust the angled leather platform of the bondage device suddenly made her blush, thankful that Jean’s timeout was over before she had come down here to start her cleaning. As she moved back and forth, the sound of the feathers dragging over the leather filled her ears.

It had taken hours, but she had finally finished; her neck and back were sore from all of the time spent bent at unnatural angles. She had been left kneeling in the living room, still dressed in the tiny maid’s uniform, and a feather duster still sticking out of her mouth as Leana and Felicity inspected her work. As she waited, her heart thundered in her ears. She was terrified that the two would not be pleased with her work, and she would be further punished for her failure. Finally, the two walked back into the living room, Leana holding Kara’s typical red leather collar in her hands.

“Well done. Now stand,” Felicity said. Kara carefully stood and waited for her next order. Mad’am Smoak removed the maid’s uniform piece by piece until Kara stood completely naked, resisting the urge to stretch her aching arms. As she stood there, Leana removed the black leather collar and replaced it with the red one.

Leana said nothing as she took Kara by the arm and led her down to the dungeon. “I hope you’ve learned not to take on another ****'s duties without being told to do so, Kara,” Leana said in a stern tone when they entered the dungeon.

“Yes, Mistress Leana,” Kara said with a nod, waiting to be told to go to a corner and assume either position three or position four.

“Position three,” she ordered as she pointed to one of the elevated platforms. “I’ll be back for you in one hour.”

“Yes, Mistress Leana,” Kara said as she went to the elevated platform, assumed the ordered position, and pressed her nose to the corner.