You Reap what you Sow

You burst into sobs. You try to wake up from this awful dream. You struggle wildly against {if stocks==true}the stocks that hold you in place. {elseif chains==true}the chains that pull on your limbs. {elseif rope==true}the rope that holds you near the pillar. {endif}

"Let us begin. The punishment will commence until you are ready to confess and repent," the bumptious twat says. You have nothing to confess!

{if tickled==true} {if stocks==true}You burst into laughter as you feel several hands suddenly jam into your body. Several guards surround your body. They run hands across your skin- an overwhelming ****. You scream madly.

Hands a assail your armpits, stomach, breasts, ass, and thighs. Your body trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands and head slam against the sturdy wood in a **** bid to escape. You laugh endlessly. It is impossible to breath.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

Your mind refocuses on the deluge of sensation piled onto your mind. Your laughter is mixed with gasping. Your exhausted legs buckle, as you fall into a kneeling position. You squirm helplessly as they continue to tickle your limp body. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten. Your trapped hands ball into clenched fists.

{elseif rope==true}You burst into laughter as you feel several hands suddenly jam into your body. Several guards surround your body. They run hands across your skin- an overwhelming ****. You scream madly.

Hands assail your armpits, stomach, breasts, ass, and thighs. Your body trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands arms, and legs squirm against the rope wrapped around your body. You laugh endlessly. It is impossible to breath.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

Your mind refocuses on the deluge of sensation piled onto your mind. Your laughter is mixed with gasping. Your exhausted legs buckle, as you sag into the ropes. You squirm helplessly as they continue to tickle your limp body. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.

{elseif chains==true}You burst into laughter as you feel several hands suddenly jam into your body. Several guards surround your body. They run hands across your skin- an overwhelming ****. You scream madly.

Hands assail your armpits, stomach, breasts, ass, and thighs. Your body trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands and feet pull and slam against the chains that bind you. Your body bucks and twists for leverage. You laugh endlessly. It is impossible to breath.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

Your mind refocuses on the deluge of sensation piled onto your mind. Your laughter is mixed with gasping. Your exhausted legs buckle, as you sag down. The manacles around your wrists dig painfully into your skin. You squirm helplessly as they continue to tickle your limp body. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.{endif}

{elseif spanked==true} {if rope==true}You yelp loudly as a firm hand smacks your exposed butt. That bitch! Who does she think she is spanking?? Her gloved hand repeats the transgression- planting itself into your other cheek. The act hurts, but the humiliation is worse than any pain. How dare she treat you like some sniffling brat, to be scolded by a mistress! You scream madly.

The spanking is unrelenting. You can feel your butt turn hot- each strike hurts more and more as your flesh bruises.

Your body shakes and trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands slam, pull and twist against the sturdy rope in a **** bid to escape. Your hands are held fast. You groan loudly. You consider begging her to stop, but refuse to lower yourself before this hag.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. They gawk at your exposed body- at the sight of such an attractive and irreproachable figure brought down so low. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

The spanking starts to sting. It becomes painful. You twist and squirm in an attempt to mitigate or elude the strikes, but her aim is precise. Each motion of her hand elicits whimpers now, you cannot suppress them.

"Who's a good little Queen?" she whispers to you, too quiet for the crowd to hear. You glare at her.

Your exhausted legs buckle, as you sag down. The rope digs into your wrists painfully. You squirm helplessly as she continues striking your ass. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.

{elseif stocks==true}You yelp loudly as a firm hand smacks your exposed butt. That bitch! Who does she think she is spanking?? Her gloved hand repeats the transgression- planting itself into your other cheek. The act hurts, but the humiliation is worse than any pain. How dare she treat you like some sniffling brat, to be scolded by a mistress! You scream madly.

The spanking is unrelenting. You can feel your butt turn hot- each strike hurts more and more as your flesh bruises.

Your body shakes and trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands and head pull and twist against the sturdy wood in a **** bid to escape. You groan loudly. You consider begging her to stop, but refuse to lower yourself before this hag.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. They gawk at your exposed body- at the sight of such an attractive and irreproachable figure brought down so low. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

The spanking starts to sting. It becomes painful. You twist and squirm in an attempt to mitigate or elude the strikes, but her aim is precise. Each motion of her hand elicits whimpers now, you cannot suppress them.

"Who's a good little Queen?" she whispers to you, too quiet for the crowd to hear. You glare at her.

Your exhausted legs buckle, as you sag down. The corners of the wood dig into your neck and wrists painfully. You squirm helplessly as she continues striking your lowered rear. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.

{elseif chains==true}You yelp loudly as a firm hand smacks your exposed butt. That bitch! Who does she think she is spanking?? Her gloved hand repeats the transgression- planting itself into your other cheek. The act hurts, but the humiliation is worse than any pain. How dare she treat you like some sniffling brat, to be scolded by a mistress! You scream madly.

The spanking is unrelenting. You can feel your butt turn hot- each strike hurts more and more as your flesh bruises.

Your body shakes and trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands and feet pull and twist against the sturdy chains in a **** bid to escape. You groan loudly. You consider begging her to stop, but refuse to lower yourself before this hag.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. They gawk at your exposed body- at the sight of such an attractive and irreproachable figure brought down so low. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

The spanking starts to sting. It becomes painful. You twist and squirm in an attempt to mitigate or elude the strikes, but her aim is precise. Each motion of her hand elicits whimpers now, you cannot suppress them.

"Who's a good little Queen?" she whispers to you, too quiet for the crowd to hear. You glare at her.

Your exhausted legs buckle, as you sag down. The manacles around your wrists dig painfully into your skin. You squirm helplessly as she continues striking your rear. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.{endif}

{elseif whipped==true} {if stocks==true}You scream loudly as your back explodes in pain. That bitch! Who does she think she is whipping?? Her gloved hand repeats the transgression- raising the whip, then bringing her hand down. The slip of leather cracks the air loudly as it strikes your back. The act hurts, but the humiliation is worse than any pain. How dare she treat you like some lowly thief, to be prostrated and whipped! You scream madly.

The punishment is unrelenting. You can feel your back turn hot- each strike hurts more and more as your flesh bruises.

You wince in pain, trying to suppress your screams. Your body trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your head and hands pull and twist against the sturdy stocks in a **** bid to escape. You groan loudly. You consider begging her to stop, but refuse to lower yourself before this hag.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. They gawk at your exposed body- at the sight of such an attractive and irreproachable figure brought down so low. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

The pain starts to become unbearable, but the whip continues striking you. She places the whip up and down your back and legs, and along the flesh of your ass. You twist and squirm in an attempt to mitigate or elude the strikes, but her aim is precise. Each crack of the whip elicits whimpers and sobs.

"Who's a good little Queen?" she whispers to you, too quiet for the crowd to hear. You glare at her.

Your exhausted legs buckle at the continuing ****. The corners of the wood dig into your neck and wrists painfully. You squirm helplessly as she continues striking your backside. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.

{elseif rope==true}You scream loudly as your back explodes in pain. That bitch! Who does she think she is whipping?? Her gloved hand repeats the transgression- raising the whip, then bringing her hand down. The slip of leather cracks the air loudly as it strikes your back. The act hurts, but the humiliation is worse than any pain. How dare she treat you like some lowly thief, to be prostrated and whipped! You scream madly.

The whipping is unrelenting. You can feel your back turn hot- each strike hurts more and more as your flesh bruises.

You wince in pain, trying to suppress your screams. Your body trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands pull and twist against the sturdy rope in a **** bid to escape. Your hands are held fast in the air. You groan loudly. You consider begging her to stop, but refuse to lower yourself before this hag.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. They gawk at your exposed body- at the sight of such an attractive and irreproachable figure brought down so low. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

The pain starts to become unbearable, but the whip continues striking you. She places the whip up and down your back, and along the flesh of your ass. You twist and squirm in an attempt to mitigate or elude the strikes, but her aim is precise. Each crack of the whip elicits whimpers and sobs.

"Who's a good little Queen?" she whispers to you, too quiet for the crowd to hear. You glare at her.

Your exhausted legs buckle, as you sag down. The tight rope around your wrists digs painfully into your skin. You squirm helplessly as she continues striking your backside. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.

{elseif chains==true}You scream loudly as your back explodes in pain. That bitch! Who does she think she is whipping?? Her gloved hand repeats the transgression- raising the whip, then bringing her hand down. The slip of leather cracks the air loudly as it strikes your back. The act hurts, but the humiliation is worse than any pain. How dare she treat you like some lowly thief, to be prostrated and whipped! You scream madly.

The punishment is unrelenting. You can feel your back turn hot- each strike hurts more and more as your flesh bruises.

You wince in pain, trying to suppress your screams. Your body shakes and trembles. Your thighs and legs quiver. Your hands and feet pull and twist against the sturdy chains in a **** bid to escape. You groan loudly. You consider begging her to stop, but refuse to lower yourself before this hag.

Through squinting eyes, you see the crowd go insane. You see raised fists, wicked grins, and loud cheers. They gawk at your exposed body- at the sight of such an attractive and irreproachable figure brought down so low. How dare they revel in your predicament? Deplorable beasts...

The pain starts to become unbearable, but the whip continues striking you. She places the whip up and down your back, and along the flesh of your ass. You twist and squirm in an attempt to mitigate or elude the strikes, but her aim is precise. Each crack of the whip elicits whimpers and sobs.

"Who's a good little Queen?" she whispers to you, too quiet for the crowd to hear. You glare at her.

Your exhausted legs buckle, as you sag down. The manacles around your wrists dig painfully into your skin. You squirm helplessly as she continues striking your backside. Your once-perfect hair is slick with sweat, falling down in clumps across your face. Your chest and back glisten.

{endif}

{endif}

The punishment continues interminably. Seconds, minutes, hours pass. Your broken mind cannot keep track. The crowd thins slightly, but new people swell in, attracted by rumors of the spectacle.

You think of your family. Your loyal servants. Your suitors. Have they all abandoned you?

You forget about being Queen. You forget about power. You forget about schemes, plots, rules, parties- all you can focus on is how helpless you are. Powerless. It is a novel sensation, one you cannot process properly. It is almost... your mind grapples for the right word...

Enjoyable?

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