Punishment

You throw back your head and laugh out loud at her words. Knowing she’s very probably right but that just makes you all the more determined to enjoy your success whilst it lasts.

“Maybe your right Keyleth of the air Ashari. But I tell you now that I will make an example of you such that it will scar the minds of generations to come with what will happen if they try...and fail.”

Reaching forward you tear Keyleth’s ragged dress off her body and cast it down to the cold stone floor. The motion causes Keyleth to sway back and forth in her iron manacles which must have been very painful, but you see her grit her teeth to avoid crying out.

“You must be punished Keyleth, leader of the Ashari and now my whipping bitch.”

With that, several orbs appear in the air as you mutter a few arcane words. Across the two continents vast images appear showing in real time what is currently going on in the cell, crowds gather to watch in sick fascination as you draw back your hand and a thick bullwhip appears from nothing in your hand.

“Do you have anything to say Keyleth?”

All you get in response is an angry stare which is transmitted across all the viewing globes to the whole material plane. Then you bring the whip forward in a great slashing arc that strikes across the very pale skin of Keyleth’s flat stomach. Immediately a vivid red mark springs into existence that goes all the way across her stomach and curves around her side. You speak, your voice carried through the same viewing orbs in a display of raw power.

“For daring to raise her hand against me, Keyleth of the Air Ashari shall receive one hundred lashes with a bullwhip as a starter. Watch and learn what happens to those who stand against me!”

Raising my hand again, I bring the whip down. This time half an inch lower than the last strike. The leather whip cracks into pale flesh with an audible noise and the young woman shudders in her bondage. Tears are already gathering in her eyes and she knows she still has ninety eight more lashes to go...and that only as a starter. Again and again the whip rises and falls, Keyleth’s body becoming marked from her chest just below her neck to her calves. Vivid red welts raised on the pale flesh that mark the beginning of her punishment.