PUNISHED! AGAIN...

I was right to be worried about not swallowing all the Counts semen in the week. For, in reality, a chattel must always swallow semen at Service, unless given explicit permission to drool the semen over her breasts, or receive it over another part of her body... very often, of course, her bottom!

I had had no such permission and my Trainer was very angry and as I stood naked in front of her she shouted at me to say I’d let her and the dormitory down, as all these reports go to the Chatelaine...thus, it was inevitable that I must be punished and so I was taken immediately to the third level basement, where the horrible punishment rooms are. We marched along the starkly lit passages, following another chattel whose poor bottom was already very bruised from punishment, until my Trainer chose a room behind a heavy steel door and in we went...

As always there was more than one chattel already being punished in the cold concrete room, in fact there were seven other chattels in this large chamber - a lot more than during my first punishment. In a dark corner a Trainer had just finished clamping a poor girl in heavy iron contraption that spread her legs wide open as she sat on the cold floor, she had a metal dildo **** in her mouth. Then I noticed her labia were held apart with pegs attached by cords to her ankles, it must have been agony and I have no idea what she had done to be trussed like that

Along the wall from her another was breathing deeply, tautly tied to a podium with her anal hook in her round bottom, her beating yet to begin.

But, right in front of me a poor brunette was tightly tied with rope as a Trainer twisted her nipples, he was about to start flogging her breasts. She'd clearly made too much noise during her first flogging, across her lithe bottom, and so had been gagged. Her Trainer told mine it was her first proper punishment (for not satisfying a Duchess) and he was going to ensure she remembered it!

In the middle of the chamber a large breasted girl was splayed across a metal frame, her extra-heavy steel balled anal hook (with which we are all issued for punishments) pushed deep inside her and tied by a loop to her long hair. I knew they’d keep her like this for 2 hours and then flog her beautiful exposed labia and thighs. She’d obviously committed a serious offence as this was going to be ever so painful for the poor chattel.

At the same time, in another dark corner yet another sweet chattel was simply kneeling and having her labia struck by a large male Trainer. Every smack caused her to wail and jump in pain. Her poor round cheeks were already covered in swollen welts from a silicon whip and all because, apparently, she had washed semen from her face in a Palace bathroom. You see it is strictly forbidden for us to clean ourselves anywhere but in the harem, even if covered in so much semen it’s hard to see, we still walk back to our quarters to wash... this girl had broken that rule!

Another girl was drooling and whimpering through a gag that was tightly held in her open mouth by a crutch rope passed between her labia and around her waist, her hands and legs tightly clamped onto a hard wooden podium as a Trainer slowly flogged her exposed bottom and parted thighs.

Then against a far wall a gorgeous brunette simply braced herself with her hands as a heavy leather strap was methodically applied to her bottom. The cheeks were just starting to glow (and no doubt, sting) and my Trainer said she would be there for 6 hours, legs apart, hands on the wall and beaten randomly so that she would never know when the next session would begin... or end. She had been sick during "Morning Collection" - and thus broken with centuries of tradition that says we chattels must swallow urine and never react.

It was soon to be my turn to learn my lesson and I was dragged over to a wooden frame onto which my hands were bound and through which my head clamped into a totally dark space between the frame and the stone wall. Then the Trainer kicked my legs apart and ordered me onto my toes in order to present my poor bottom better. There are so many inventive ways that the Harem Disciplinary Court invent to punish us, each one designed to take us beyond the pain tolerance we have been taught to accept in Service - otherwise, how would it be a punishment!

I waited like this for a long time, hands flat on the wall, legs and feet taut and breathing heavily into the darkness, totally unaware of what was happening behind me but daring not to move until, at long last... WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK... six immensely powerful, painful and terrible smacks with what must've been a heavy wooden paddle impacted across my poor naked and exposed bottom! I screamed into the darkness and collapsed, almost onto my knees, but the cords on my wrists and the frame around my neck painfully and cleverly stopping me from falling too far. The Trainer firmly grabbed my breasts and pulled me back up, sobbing, kicked my legs wider apart, then put his hands between my legs and grabbed my shaved labia to put me back on my tippy-toes.

SIX MORE HARD STINGING AWFUL SMACKS WITH THE PADDLE... I was in such agony... and for simply not swallowing semen - I realised that this Count must have been very important for me to receive such a beating! I fell forward again, screaming and sobbing, my shoulders wrenched and my neck rubbing badly on the frame, but this time the Trainer just left me there in my pain and self-pity my bottom on fire as I felt the bruises and welts begin to rise.

Again, after what seemed like an age of agony I was untied and released from the frame, this time I did collapse on the floor and felt my poor searing bottom myself, trying to rub the pain away, to no avail. The Trainer grabbed my hair and pulled me up, sobbing though I was I could still see around the cold punishment chamber; the little brunette was almost dancing on her tight ropes as her breasts were slowly flogged, the girl on the frame was quietly moaning and covered in a sheen of perspiration and, although the girl whose labia had been flogged was gone, a slim chattel was now standing there, bent double by an iron frame and clearly about to be whipped as she stood naked...

The other two poor girls were still taking their methodical beatings from the heavy powerful male Trainers..

I was so very badly bruised, to the satisfaction of the Trainer, that he decided I would not require my anal hook tonight...oh blessed relief!

And so... into the caged elevator to the courtyard and up the open stairs back to my dormitory I limped, my poor bottom on full display to all the other chattels as they went about their evening duties.. I knew the girls in my own dormitory would soothe me and ease my pain and that in the week to come there was little doubt my heavily bruised and reddened bottom would excite many an aristocrat as I served their sexual needs...

(WITH ALL THE ILLUSTRATIONS, DEAR READERS - https://tatyanas-story.blogspot.com/2020/08/punished-again.html)