Surprise Inspection

Naomi was allowed her toilet break, then had dinner in the big hall, not really talking to any of the slaves around her as she ate out of the ration tin. She looked at the mashed potatoes and gravy, it wasn’t the food she’d expected to be eating this week, but she was so hungry, she didn’t complain.

“Everyone out into the courtyard!” one of the sergeants yelled.

All the slaves stood quickly, even the ones who hadn’t finished their food yet.

“What’s going on?” Naomi asked the girl next to her, a dark-skinned girl with thin braids and the number eighty-eight above her breast.

“Surprise inspection,” the girl replied. “Find a spot in the line, stand to attention and keep quiet.”

Naomi could do that. She followed the other girls outside, they were already forming into three ranks in the yard and Naomi joined the one at the back, hoping she’d be hidden well.

The air was cooler now that the sun had set. Naomi’s skin was goose prickled on her arms. She stood to attention as some officers arrived. Captain Thorne walked up and down with a cat-o’-nine tails under his arm, almost like he was carrying one of those military batons.

He gave a speech about how standards were slipping and that the slaves needed to follow orders better. He walked up and down the first rank, checking their boots, and their naked bodies, before dismissing them. The same with the second line, and they were dismissed.

Naomi’s heart raced as he gave each girl in her rank a good look. It was cold out here now. She just wanted to be inside, no matter what jobs she’d have to do in there.

Thorne looked **** eighty-eight up and down, licking his lips at her toned legs and shaved pussy, then he took another step and was in front of Naomi.

She stared dead ahead, hoping he’d just check her body out and leave her alone. He had a good look at her long blonde hair, her thirty-four double D breasts, her nipples, her slim waist and hips and her toned legs. Then his eyes stopped dead when they reached his boots and he smirked.

“One-o-three, step forward.”

This couldn’t be good, none of the other girls had been singled out in such a way. Naomi took a step forward, ahead of the rest of the line now. She was so cold; she shivered a little.

“Why are your boots so dirty, One-O-Three?”

“I… I was cleaning a truck earlier, Sir.”

“And you didn’t think to clean your boots after?”

Naomi looked ahead, not sure what to say.

“I asked you a question, ****.”

“I didn’t have time, Sir.”

“You’ve just had an hour, ****.”

“But—”

“No buts. I don’t care if it’s your toilet break or dinner. Your boots come first, ****. Your boots are your only possession, you need to look after them as well as you look after your body.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s not good enough, ****. You need some discipline, to ensure it doesn’t happen again. The rest of you are dismissed.”

The other girls took a left turn, then marched back inside as Naomi suddenly felt even colder than before. She stood as still as possible, feeling her insides drop into her guts and hold there.

“With me, One-O-Three.”

Naomi followed, watching the tips of the captain’s whip jangle as he marched. Thankfully, they passed the pillories, but then he stopped at the whipping posts. Naomi’s eyes widened in terror as he motioned her close with a couple of fingers.

He took one of her hands, shackling it above her head to the post, then he took the other.

He swatted her exposed back with the whip, not hard, just enough to remind her of her situation. He did a few more times, before he started to rotate the cat-o’-nine tails over and over on her ass. The whip kept striking her and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as he kept doing it.

The whip continued to rotate, whipping her ass with a harsh clapping sound and Naomi let out an uncomfortable groan as the spinning became faster.

After a moment it stopped, and Naomi let out a few deep breaths. Then the captain hit her again, much harder this time and all nine tails of the whip slapped her back. Then again, this time across her ass and Naomi grunted, and again, and again. Her ass cheeks felt like they were on fire, and thankfully he stopped.

“Hold my whip, ****.”

Naomi was expecting it to be placed in her hands, but the handle was placed across her mouth, so she bit down on it. She was cold now, and her ass and back were so and warm. She was so embarrassed to say that her pussy was wet though, and Captain Thorne realised soon, when he started to finger it.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, One-O-Three.”

He didn’t finger her for long. Soon his cock pressed against her, and her palms pressed against the whipping post as he thrust himself inside her.

“You’re so wet,” he said as he fucked her.

He held her hips, pushing back and forth, getting deep inside her. Naomi moaned loud, maybe there were some good things about being here.

“You’ve got the nicest ass,” he said as he pulled back, admiring it and stroking the cheeks with both hands over where he’d just whipped her. “Such a bubble butt, too bad I have to keep punishing it.” He spanked her hard and she let out a high pitched screech, before he pushed deep inside her wet pussy again.

A couple more minutes of thrusting, and he grabbed her boobs, feeling them as his cock got a little harder. His breaths got deeper and he moaned in her ear as he came inside her, then stood there for a few seconds while he let the last drops out. He had his arms around her waist, then he pulled her back down onto him hard once more before pulling out.

Once his cock was back in his pants, he untied her, and took his whip back.

“Now you need to be more disciplined in future, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”