Return to Sessia Ch. 04

The next morning began with me waking up on the floor naked with my hands cuffed uselessly behind my back and my ankles bound in leg shackles. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was and why I was naked and helpless.

I didn't struggle for very long. I soon remembered why I was naked and bound and sleeping on a crib mattress. I was in Sessia and slavery was legal here. I had signed a slave contract and was legally Gretchen's property.

"Finally awake are we?" I heard Gretchen's voice say after I stopped struggling against my handcuffs.

"Today is going to be a rough day, so I let you sleep in," Gretchen said before I had a chance to answer.

I had nothing to say in response to that; however my private thought was that yesterday was pretty rough. Was today actually going to be worse?

Still somewhat groggy, my feet were unshackled and I was led naked by Gretchen and a female security guard (not the one from yesterday. This one actually smiled at me) through the hotel to the lower levels where they located the hotel health club and the locker rooms.

The locker rooms were almost completely empty this early in the morning; however Gretchen dragged me across the room and towards a cute, slender blonde girl. She had an athletic build and was wearing a red one-piece bathing suit with the word LIFEGUARD emblazoned across the front.

"Lexi, this is Gretchen Starke and her slave," the security guard said, introducing Gretchen and me. I couldn't help but notice that Gretchen was introduced with her name, whereas I was just introduced as Gretchen's slave.

"Ms. Starke, this is Lexi. She'll be in charge of grooming your slave; washing her, shampooing her, shaving her etc. She'll also be the person who spanks her every morning."

I had been told that I would be spanked in the hotel lobby every morning, however as soon as the security guard said it out loud I felt my body flood with apprehension and nervousness. Yes, I did find spankings to be erotic and sexually exciting, but I also always dreaded them. When delivered by somebody with a strong arm they stung like hell, and when administered in front of an audience, they were quite humiliating.

Perhaps sensing my fear and trepidation, Gretchen turned to me and said, "Go with her and do everything she says, darling. I'll meet you upstairs in the lobby."

Gretchen then surprised me by kissing me on the lips and unlocking me from my handcuffs. The kiss calmed my nerves somewhat and then Gretchen and the security guard left me alone with Lexi.

The girl looked so young and so innocent; I could hardly believe that in just a few short minutes she'd be inflicting a cruel, stinging spanking on my innocent, naked bottom in front of a crowd of witnesses.

"Diane, I know you're a slave," Lexi said once we were alone, "And I know slaves are usually ordered to address all women as 'Mistress', but I'd prefer it if you called me Lexi. I'd kind of like to be a friend if that's okay with you."

Then she extended her hand to me, apparently as a gesture of friendship.

It seemed very confusing to me that a girl who was going to painfully smack my naked bottom repeatedly and cause me great pain and embarrassment also wanted to be my friend, but the life of a slave can sometimes be a strange one. I took the hand that Lexi offered and shook it.

"Okay, Lexi," I said. "I think I'd like that."

Having a friend is a very unusual thing for a slave, but now I had one. My new friend and I had about three seconds to hug before she had to get to the business of grooming me.

First she gave me an enema, which I hated for multiple reasons. Then she brushed and flossed my teeth. Then she cut my fingernails and toenails to a proper length.

"Okay, this next part is kind of kinky, so I'm going to apologize in advance," Lexi said as she led me by the hand to a door marked Exit.

Once through the door, Lexi and I were out behind the hotel. The ground underneath our feet was concrete and Lexi led me over to an area where metal shackles dangled from metal chains. Lexi indicated that I should raise my hands up so that she could lock my wrists in the shackles. Now that Lexi was my friend it would have seemed rude not to cooperate with her. I raised my wrists and allowed Lexi to trap my wrists in metal bondage. Lexi stood on a box to lock my wrists into the metal shackles and made me helpless. "You're very brave," Lexi informed me and then she kissed me on the lips.

"The crowd has been gathering for over two hours now," Lexi said pointing to her right and indicating a crowd of male and female spectators in the hotel parking lot. We were separated from them by a chain link fence. "They're interested in watching as I wash you."

There was no showerhead, however Lexi soon located a hose and used it to hose me down with cold water. The first blast of cold water against my naked skin made gasp and squirm, but soon became bearable. Lexi stood there making sure that my entire body was wet and then she laid the hose down and came at me with a sponge and a bar of soap.

For approximately twenty minutes, she lathered and rubbed and teased my every nook and crevice on my body that her young hands could find. Lexi wasn't merely washing my body; she was also performing for the crowds. And as Lexi's hands soaped up my back I noticed a TV news van out in the parking lot. There was probably a camera crew filming me. I struggled not to show signs of embarrassment as Lexi washed my neck, then my chest. And as hundreds of local men and women watched, Lexi lingered on my proud breasts, running her slippery hands over my nipples until they felt too sensitive to touch. I moaned and whimpered in protest, but Lexi continued, all the while remaining behind me so that she wouldn't block the crowd's view of my naked body.

Eventually Lexi's hands moved down my sides and hips moving towards my swollen pubic lips. Her sponge and bar of soap worked magic on my libido. After her hands and sponge had been rubbed across my clit about a dozen times, Lexi brought me to the point where I was teetering on the edge of orgasm. But almost instantly, she moved her soapy hands down my thighs, not allowing me to achieve release. I closed my eyes tightly and groaned with need.

I was hosed down once again and then Lexi proceeded to shave my legs, armpits and legs. She took her time and soaped up my armpits, legs and vulva before shaving me. Then she did a thorough job and made certain that there was no stubble left behind. The crowd actually applauded when she shaved my pussy. "Lex-xi," I protested as she glided the razor across my pubic mound and rubbed against my swollen clitoris again and again. The way she kept touching my clit way making me crazy with lust. It was all I could do to keep from screaming.

I was already moaning from the red-hot sexual need in between my thighs when Lexi hosed me down for the third and final time. And it didn't help when she aimed a concentrated spray of water directly at my swollen, sensitive pubic lips.

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"I thought you said you wanted to be my friend," I complained when Lexi and I were back in the locker room.

"I'm really, really sorry, Diane," Lexi said softly. "I really do want to be your friend, but even so I still have to follow orders. I may not be a slave, but my boss gave me specific instructions on exactly how and when and where to groom you. If I refuse to follow orders, I'll get in trouble; possibly even fired, and they'll just get somebody else to soap you up and wash you off for the crowds."

Lexi stood behind me as she combed my hair. I could feel her young, firm breasts press against my back as she worked. Like most things in Sessia, this served to inflame my already inflamed libido.

"Did you have to spend so much time on my breasts and my pubic lips?" I inquired, sounding whining and petulant. "Do you have any idea how worked up I am right now? I am so overstimulated right now my legs are trembling and I can barely walk!"

"I'm sorry," Lexi said yet again, "But I was ordered on five different occasions to keep you in a state of high sexual tension. My boss told me it was really important."

The look in Lexi's eyes was utterly devoid of malice. In point of fact, she looked penitent and apologetic. She really didn't bear me any ill will; she was just as much a pawn in all of this as I was. Then Lexi hugged me and asked me to forgive her. The girl was so endearing and legitimately desperate for my acceptance; I had no choice but hug her back.

"Of course I forgive you," I said. "Honestly, if anybody should be blamed here it's me. I'm a big girl and I knew what I was getting into when I signed that slavery contract. When I signed that thing I basically placed you and hundreds of other people in a position where you would have to do horrible things to me in order to keep your jobs."

Lexi smiled at that and we unhugged. The look on her face was priceless.

"You realize I have to take you upstairs and spank you now," she said.

I was dreading it. The spankings I've received in the lobby of this hotel had always been brutal. And the crowds just seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. My punished bottom was a popular source of entertainment. But rather than admit this, I merely replied, "I know."

"Still friends?" she asked.

I looked into Lexi's hopeful eyes and I simply couldn't let her down. It would be like kicking a puppy.

"Still friends," I responded.

Lexi's smile seemed to brighten up the entire room. Then she kissed me and took me by the hand and led me upstairs.

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There must have been over five-hundred people in the lobby this time, including two TV camera crews, ready to film my punishment. Also I counted at least six security guards who were working crowd control. My adoring public was welcome to witness my punished bottom, but they weren't allowed to touch.

I was filled with both dread and a sort of lustful anticipation. The things I noticed right before my spanking were kind of insane. I noticed that Lexi's one-piece bathing suit was low cut enough that it showed off some of her cleavage and high cut enough that it showed off some of her high, firm buttocks. How many girls that were about to suffer corporal punishment in front of hundreds of witnesses would have noticed small details like that?

I'll bet Lexi's wardrobe was Victoria's idea. She was a stickler for projecting the proper image.

More security guards appeared and rapidly went to work. Leather cuffs were produced and buckled onto my wrists. And just as quickly those cuffs were hooked to the back of my neck. I barely had time to register how helpless they had made me before a chair was produced for Lexi to sit in and I was dumped unceremoniously across Lexi's lap.

"Take a deep breath and brace yourself," Lexi advised me as she gently but firmly laid one hand across my waist, "This is really gonna hurt."

I followed Lexi's advice and took a deep breath, although I held out some hope that Lexi wouldn't hit my naked bottom all that hard. She was obviously an amateur who had never spanked anyone before. She might not have a knack for it.

SMACK! The first blow came down on my naked vulnerable ass and I realized that Lexi was a natural at this. Her first swat was easily as hard as any swat I'd ever received from Gretchen. I squirmed across Lexi's lap and Lexi's grip around my waist tightened. There was no way she was going to allow me to fall off of her lap. I gasped in pain and an instant later the second stinging slap landed on my naked buttocks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blows fell on one vulnerable, defenseless cheek and then the other. I could easily imagine what my bottom looked like. Angry reddish-pink handprints appearing on my naked buttocks and multiplying until my entire bottom would be covered in reddish pink and my previously pale skin color would completely disappear.

SMACK! SMACK!

I cried out incoherently in pain and struggled pointlessly against the restraints on my wrists. My long legs kicked and I thrashed around as much as I could in Lexi's strong grip, but it was all for naught. I couldn't possibly get free and I couldn't possibly stop Lexi's powerful arm from coming down again and again and punishing my poor, innocent, naked bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I whimpered and sobbed and hot, wet tears ran down my face. I realized I must be giving the crowds quite a show; a cute, twenty-year-old, naked girl with her wrists bound to the back of neck, wriggling furiously on a cute lifeguard's lap, kicking her legs up in a vain attempt to escape the pain as her defenseless bottom became redder and redder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Lexi's spanking technique was a masterpiece of pain. Within a minute or two I was weeping openly. My entire bottom was stinging and red-hot with heat. And then Lexi changed her technique. Instead of spanking my buttocks, she began to concentrate on the tops of my thighs. My skin is more sensitive there and my screams of pain and distress became louder. Lexi seemed not to notice and her hand continued to rain down blows on my naked skin.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I continued to kick and scream and the tears continued to flow, but Lexi's hand didn't cease in its cruel, unjust punishment of my shapely bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

At last the blows stopped. My entire body went limp and I wept openly, still over Lexi's lap. Then I felt Lexi's fingers tenderly caressing her poor, punished bottom. Lexi's fingers were gentle, but my bottom was so sore and sensitive that I couldn't help but whimper and tremble at her touch. After a few minutes of this the female security guard from earlier that morning arrived and removed the leather cuffs from my wrists and I was told to stand up and hug Lexi.

I was still sobbing, but I stood up and gave Lexi a hug. "You were very brave," I heard Lexi say over the sound of my own sobbing. "My hand stings from spanking you like that. I can only imagine how your bottom feels."

My bottom felt like I had just sat on a hot stove, but Lexi's kind words and her sisterly hug filled me with strong feelings of affection towards the blonde girl. She may punish my poor, naked bottom in front of hundreds of people, but she didn't do it out of any sort of malice or hostility. She was sincerely fond of me and wanted to be my friend. She only hurt me because she had a job to do and was following orders.

Lexi held my naked body close to her clothed one. She wrapped her arms around me and allowed me to cry on her shoulder. She gently stroked my hair with her hand and eventually my sobbing subsided.

She used her hand to gently wipe the tears from my face and then totally surprised me by kissing me passionately on the mouth.

I had forgotten that hundreds of people were watching us; however as soon as Lexi and I broke from out kiss, the thunderous sound of applause filled the room. Apparently when a naked slave-girl gets a kiss from the girl that just mercilessly spanked her ass and left her in tears, it's worthy of a standing ovation.

Don't ask me why. I don't make the rules. I'm just a naked slave-girl.

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When we arrived at the punishment park in Oceangate I was so nervous that I had to pee. My bottom was still sore and tender from what Lexi did to it. I didn't know how I could cope with yet another punishment so soon.

The punishment parks have dozens of security guards. One of them took me to the toilets and watched me intently while I sat on the toilet and peed.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to pee while an armed security guard is watching you like that? It seems unfair to add that kind of pressure on a poor naked slave when she's already nervous and apprehensive enough! Exactly why couldn't Gretchen have taken me back to the ladies' room? Why did they need an armed security guard? Did they really think that a naked girl with a wounded bottom would escape if she weren't escorted to the restroom by an armed guard?

Eventually I was delivered to the park employees who dress all in white. The white-clad employees are far chattier than the security guards and far more likely to crack a smile, but these are also the employees who punish you, so being turned over to them wasn't necessarily an improvement for me.

"So, you're the celebrity," the smiling woman said. "I saw you on the news last night. They had footage of you being stripped naked at the airport."

Then she put on a latex glove and said, "Open."

It was a single-word command and I didn't know exactly what she meant. Her meaning soon became clear as she grabbed me by one of my nipples and pulled me forward. Then she took her hand with the latex glove on it and brought it up to my face.

Once I understood what she wanted, I opened my mouth wide and allowed her to search my mouth with her fingers. It had been months since I'd been to a punishment park and I'd totally forgotten that one of the first things they did to a slave was perform a complete body cavity search.

"Okay, up against the wall," she commanded me after she was done searching my mouth for contraband. Now that I understood the rules of the game, I quickly and gracefully placed my hands against the wall, arched my spine and raised my ass up and spread my legs shamelessly wide. This position left my asshole and my pussy extremely vulnerable and available to the park employee's hands.

"Being a celebrity won't get you any special treatment here," the woman told me as she removed one latex glove and snapped on a fresh one. "My instructions are to treat you just like any other slave that comes to the punishment park."

I kept my eyes focused on the blank wall in front of me as she talked, and when I felt her smear cold, lubricating gel on my pink, tender anus I closed my eyes. I gasped as one strong finger was pushed forcefully into my anus and then deep inside of me. I whimpered as she roughly probed my asshole, but (as per usual) my whimpers were ignored. Nobody ever seems to care if a slave is distressed about something.

Of course once she was finished with my ass, she tore off her latex glove and put on yet another one. At this point several park employees had gathered around and were apparently intent on watching as my pussy was searched for contraband.

"I saw you being stripped at the airport," one of the park employees said, "It's going to be a long time before you get those clothes back."

I would have liked to make some sort of sarcastic retort, but before I could even think of one, I felt my labia being separated and two strong fingers being thrust deeply into my aching sex. Those fingers were ruthless in their exploration of my pussy and despite my attempts at self-control, I began to moan and wag my hips as those pitiless fingers explored every inch of my interior. I hadn't had an orgasm in days and I desperately needed one, but the park employee withdrew her fingers just slightly before her cavity search drove me to an uncontrollable orgasm.

My knees were going weak and I whimpered at the last-second denial of the orgasm I so desperately needed, but my distress was ignored and I was ordered to stand up.

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The placard read Slow to obey. Technically this was a minor infraction on my part, but when you're a slave, the severity of the punishments doesn't always match the severity of the offense. Of course there were reporters and photojournalists and cameramen in the punishment park. They'd been given a rather large section of the park to do their thing. Now that I was a celebrity, the press was going to follow me everywhere I went. They would have a front-row seat for my punishment.