Time in the stocks

Mildred led a terrified Belle back to the dungeon, which now looked far scarier considering something there would be used on her, possibly several of them. Mildred then led Belle to the wooden stocks, which looked just like they did in all those movies. She looked at Mildred.

"The stocks are punishment for your screw-up. Unless you learn to control yourself, you'll spend a long time in these during your training", Mildred told Belle, who gulped at the idea. They looked very uncomfortable, and would leave her very exposed. Nonetheless, she got into position as Mildred opened them, and then heard her close them and lock them. In her position she had only a view of the corner of the room, and thus didn't know what was going on in the rest of it.

Belle dwelled on the misery of her situation as she heard Mildred walk away, and silently hoped she would just be left alone in the stock for a few hours. However, that hoped was broken when she heard her come back, though she had no idea what she was doing.

Suddenly, Belle felt an impact and stinging pain on her right but cheek, which made her grit her teeth and let out a grunt of pain. She tried to turn her head to see what was going on, but only managed to make the lock make a slight noise. This was followed by another impact, on her left but cheek now. She tried to move her hands to cover her ass, but remained in her position. She silently cursed at how sturdy the stocks were.

"Naughty girls get the paddle, Belle. Since it's your first time, I'll go easy on you, but if you as much as speak without being spoken to, expect this, understood?", Mildred told Belle, who was terrified. This amount of pain was going easy on her? She didn't want to even imagine what kind of pain she would be in if Mildred wasn't going easy on her. She wanted nothing more than to flee from this place and never return. However, she still gave her a slight nod.

However, she received another strike on her ass by the paddle, causing her to wince in pain again as she begged for it to just stop.

"I didn't hear you. Do you understand?", Mildred asked again, her voice sterner this time. Belle was terrified, but managed a weak response.

"Y-yes, I understand, Mistress Mildred", she replied, stammering. She hoped it was enough to not merit another strike. Behind her she heard nothing for a short while, and she thought that Mildred had possibly relented on her punishment. This idea was once again proven wrong by another strike by the paddle. However, this one was less powerful than the three before it, and it hurt less, though it still stung. Mildred continued to hit her with these less powerful hits for a short while before stopping.

"I hope that has taught you a good lesson. Now, come, we have more to do for your training before I hand you over to the Grubers so they have their fun with you and I can seal the deal to keep you as mine. Or do you want to be sold off as **** on the market?", Mildred told Belle as she unlocked the stocks. She quickly obeyed, following Mildred, not wanting to show any hesitation for fear of consequences, from more stock time to just being sold off to be some rich man’s fuck-toy . This was her life now, and her fate was up to Mildred, whether she liked it or not.