Salim begins to break you

"My father will kill you fo..AIEEE!" you scream out hysterically as a heavy belt lands on your bottom. Even through the thick dress, you know it will leave a mark. You continue to scream with every swing he takes, loud cracking noise filling up the tent when the leather and your ass meet. Your eyes well up and you are extremely close to just starting to cry like a little girl. He stops smacking you after five times.

"Now, maybe you have learned to not speak until I ask you a question." Salim says calmly. "Let's try this? Will you be a good girl?" You hate yourself for it, but you nod and say "Yes." Another high pitched shriek comes out of your mouth as he puts all of his strength into smacking your butt once again.."Manners, missy, that's no way to talk to a man." Salim says. With a trembling voice you blurt out "Yes...sir". "Good girl!" he says joyfully and to your relief, puts the belt away.

Any relief is short lasting though, as Salim comes up behind you and throws your dress over your head, exposing your achy booty. He grunts, surveing your bottom.

"Luckily you seem to be learning quickly and I did not cause any real damage, just gave those pretty cheeks a bit of colour" You can feel yourself tensing up as he gets closer to your ass and slides down your panties. You shift uncomfortably and let out a little scared noise when you feel his lips touch one of your sore buns.

"There, much better. You should feel lucky, little lady. If I just gave you to the potential buyers, they'd be way more direct in their ways" Salim says before placing a kiss on your other buttcheek.

"Mmm, well, now I am all excited, you really are a proper pretty thing. This might help for the next stage of training, anyway".

You are tied to a table, dress thrown over your back and panties now around your ankles. The situation is becomng less and less believable as you feel a close friend of your father pull your cheeks slightly apart and his tongue slipping into your tiny tight hole.

"Ah!" you let out a surprised gasp, with traces of a moan as well. You bite your lower lip and you tell yourself it's due to the anger. Salim continues to probe you and play with your hole for a good 10 minutes. Warm wet feeling in your ass is left as he gets up.

"Outside that tent is a group of men, depraved of any woman for months. If I let even one of them have you, you wouldn't be able to sit, let alone walk properly, for a week." he says that quite casually while rumaging through a bag on the table.

"Luckily, I gave them order to not even think about touching you. You missbehave, I will lift the ban on you and they will drag you to the nearest bush, trust me on that."

You are shivering out of fear, shame and lingering pain. You manage to look behind you and see Salim taking out a curious object. It seems a bit like an official stamp, but it's bigger and rounder and smoother where you think the handle is.

"Relax now, doll." Salim says, approaching you with the strange object. "I will not touch you either, until you ask me yourself." The smooth part of the object is begining to press on your tight hole. NO! There is no way it could...

"Ah...oww..AHHHOWWWWW!" is all you can say and do, as it pops in and stretches your tiny entrance. Salim pushes it all in, you keep wiggling your ass in a protest. He smacks it with his hand few times, seemingly more for his own amusement than to discipline you. The object is now all in, your butt feeling continually stretched and in pain. The stamp-like ending of it is pressed between your cheeks. "That does not come out until you beg me to put my cock inside of you." Salim says, very much enjoying himself. He slides your underwear up and straightens up your dress. The outline of your plug remains visible even like that.

To your surprise he unties you and helps you back up. As you stand up, the plug feels even more uncomfortable.

"Now, let's take a walk and maybe say goodbyle to captain Broderick" he grins, extending his arm. "Tell me, your highness, how are you going to be behaving out there?"

You swallow and look away from his domineering gaze. "Like a good girl" you say. He pats you on your butt and with a yelp you hook onto his arm, slowly walking outside, feeling the buttplug with every move you make.