Humiliated by the British Pt. 02

My wife looked horrific.

Her face was streaked by tears and snot was dripping from her nose.

Her breasts were jiggling from all her attempted movements.

Her buttocks and asshole were rhythmically clenching and unclenching.

Her thighs and legs were quivering.

She was sobbing.

Lord Richard took out a large handkerchief, and grabbed a glass of water.

He walked to her head.

He gently wiped the snot from her nose and dried her tears.

He held the glass to her lips and gave her a few sips.

"See Avanthika, I knew you could do it," he said as he gently stroked her hair.

He then walked away, but he did not release her.

"Let's let her calm down and her breathing return to normal first," he explained.

"How about some tea while we wait," he asked the warden.

The warden opened the door to the outside and called out loudly, "Bring us some tea!"

An old man, dressed in the garb of a poor villager opened the door and came inside holding a teapot and a bag filled with tea cups.

He looked at my naked, beaten wife, and his eyes went wide, but he did not say anything.

He gave everyone a tea cup, even offering one to me which I refused, and then poured tea.

As we drank, he made no move to leave, but just stood there staring at my naked wife.

Neither Lord Richard nor the warden said anything to the man, but just let him remain.

At first, Avanthika's mind was so dominated by the pain, that she paid no attention to this newcomer.

However, after a couple of minutes as the pain slowly began to ease in sharpness, she perceived that yet another male, and a low-caste, villager and old man at that, was viewing her nakedness, and she blushed deeply.

However, there was nothing she could do. I saw her instinctively try to close her legs, but restrained as she was, all she accomplished was clenching her buttocks and causing her anus to wink at everyone in the room. All her most private parts and feminine charms were on complete display.

As I looked at her, I noticed something.

Her nipples, which hung down from her breasts, were hard and erect.

In addition, her pussy lips had become moist and swollen and parted to reveal the pinkness normally concealed within.

Could she have been sexually turned on by this abuse?

Lord Richard saw me staring at my wife and gave me a knowing wink.

"Beating the buttocks causes increased blood flow to the pelvic region. This causes the sexual organs to engorge with blood. This combined with the overstimulation of the nerves from the pain results in extreme sexual arousal. At least that is what a military surgeon once told me," he explained.

"Believe me, in about 6 hours once the pain starts to fade, you are going to have a nymphomaniac for a wife! Make sure you don't have plans to be anywhere else, otherwise no telling who or what your wife will fuck!" he said with a knowing smirk. Soon everyone joined in the raucous laughter at my wife's expense.

He finished his cup of tea, and gave it to the old man. The old man collected the rest of the cups, but still stayed in the room, his gaze fixed lustfully on my naked, exposed wife.

"Avanthika, we are done with your strapping in place of your father."

My wife breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, you have tried to deceive me by telling me you could not take any more. For that, I think the number of strokes you tried to get out of would be a good punishment. So I will give you 10 more strokes! Do you agree, Avanthika?"

"Please, no, my lord!" she begged.

"Avanthika, what did I tell you about arguing with me? Ok, since you don't think 10 is a good number, we will add 5 more for a total of 15. Do you think that is a good number, Avanthika?"

She broke down sobbing.

"I believe I asked you a question," he said sharply.

"Yes, my lord, 15 is a good number," she said quickly, terrified that he would add more.

"Now apologize for trying to deceive me and for being a bad girl and arguing with me."

"I am sorry my lord for trying to deceive you and trying to argue with you," she said.

"Now to show me you are sorry, beg me to punish you by strapping your bottom 15 more times."

She started sobbing even louder, but through the sobs she mumbled, "Please, my lord, strap my bottom 15 more times."

"See, Avanthika, no matter what I tell you to do, or what I do to you, your best option is always to cooperate instantly and fully without questioning me."

"Yes, my lord,"

"If you had done that, you would have been done with your strapping and released and dressed by now. Instead, you are getting a full repeat of what you just finished going through."

I saw my wife's body slump in despair, as she resigned herself to the pain. There would be no mercy and no better course of action than to endure Lord Richard's abuse without questioning.

Despite this, it seemed her nipples got a little harder, and her pussy opened up even more, exposing even more of her pink passage. I could clearly see that her pussy lips were wet and swollen.

"Shall we begin your punishment?"

She was completely broken.

"Yes, my lord."

Lord Richard picked up the strap and held it for a second.

He then walked up to Avanthika's head, and looked at his watch.

"Avanthika, this strap has been working so hard beating your bottom. And now, thanks to your foolishness, it is going to have to work some more. I think it is only fair for you to thank it and spend the next minute covering it with kisses."

"Why don't you address it as, Mr. Strappy, and tell it how much you appreciate it's hard work."

"Mr. Strappy, thank you for all your hard work," she said.

Lord Richard then held the strap up to her lips to kiss.

For the next minute, while the observing men laughed, Avanthika covered the strap with kisses. Lord Richard would let her kiss it, and then position it so she could kiss a new position on the strap.

After a minute was up, Lord Richard stopped her.

"That's enough Avanthika. I am sure Mr Strappy enjoyed the thanks, but now he has an urgent appointment with your bottom."

"Last time I did the counting. This time, I want you to count. After every stroke, after you have caught your breath, I want you to say the count, then thank me, thank Mr. Strappy, and then ask for another. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord."

He walked down once again near her exposed bottom.

"Let's get this bottom punished, Mr. Strappy," he said and swung his arm back.

He brought the strap down hard on her already sore bottom with a loud "crack".

Avanthika screamed.

And then I heard her taking rapid breaths.

"1. Thank you my lord. Thank you Mr. Strappy. May I have another?"

"Yes, you may," he said with a laugh, as he brought the strap down again on her bottom.

She screamed again.

Unlike last time, every scream was full volume as she had had time to regain her breath.

"2. Thank you my lord. Thank you Mr. Strappy. May I have another."

"Crack!" came the strap in response to the request.

Another scream.

As she regained her breath, her resolve seemed to break.

She could not bring herself to ask for another blow.

Lord Richard waited for her to count and ask for the next blow, but it was not forthcoming.

"You took too long, so that one doesn't count. We will have to repeat it," he said as he gave an extra hard blow.

She screamed and jerked.

Even before she had fully caught her breath, she blurted out, "3. Thank you my lord. Thank you Mr. Strappy. May I have another?"

After this there was no hesitation on her part. She knew delay would only mean an extra blow. And so the pattern continued:

The crack of the strap against my wife's bottom.

Her blood-curdling scream.

A few quick shallow breaths to fill her lungs.

Her saying the count.

And then.

"Thank you my lord. Thank you Mr. Strappy. May I have another?"

This seemed to go on and on, until I finally heard her say.

"14. Thank you my lord. Thank you Mr. Strappy. May I have another."

For his last stroke, Lord Richard paused and surveyed her bruised bottom.

All his strokes had covered her bottom completely, so that her whole bottom was a maze of dark red with some purplish areas where bruising had started.

"I think Mr. Strappy would like one final kiss from your lips, Avanthika," he said cryptically.

He smiled and pulled his arm back. Everyone heard the swoosh as he whipped the strap viciously around his thread so it could pick up more speed for the final blow.

My wife heard the swoosh and I saw her cringe and tremble throughout her whole body.

And then the strap came forward with full speed towards her bottom.

But not where the other blows had struck.

This last one, Lord Richard aimed for the heretofore untouched junction of her buttocks and upper thighs.

Once again, things seemed to unfold in slow motion.

I watched the ends of the strap make contact with tops of her widely spread thighs, and bury themselves in the fleshy junction with the buttocks.

The strap, while stiff, still had enough flexibility in it that the middle was able to continue its motion despite the ends having had their motion stopped due to encountering her thighs.

I watched with horror as the middle of the strap bowed inward and smacked her wet, swollen pussy lips.

I heard everyone in the room gasp.

Avanthika's entire body convulsed with pain, and when she opened her mouth, the hideous cry that came out did not even sound human!

As the piercing shriek filled the room, I saw the door to the warden's office burst open as 4 prison guards entered to investigate the inhuman sound.

They stood wide-eyed in shock as they watched my convulsing wife howling in pain.

"Everything is under control," the warden reassured the guards. "The Indian bitch just gave Mr. Strappy a kiss with her cunt lips," he said with a loud guffaw.

After around 30 seconds, I noticed a look of horror come onto Avanthika's face as she realized that she had not yet counted and thanked Lord Richard and Mr. Strappy and that this blow might need to be repeated.

She struggled to regain control of her voice, but only screams came out.

Finally, her voice hoarse, she was able to whisper between sobs and screams, "15. Thank you my lord. Thank you Mr. Strappy. May I have another?"

We were completely in shock.

Despite experiencing mind-shattering pain, all she could think about was how to follow Lord Richard's instruction.

Lord Richard didn't say anything for a minute, and waited for Avanthika's screaming and sobbing to die down.

"You are most welcome, Avanthika, and you don't know how much I appreciate the sentiment," he said with a smile.

"However, I think you have been punished enough!"

With that he went and stood directly behind her and motioned to his servants, who released her legs and arms from the whipping frame.

She almost collapsed, but Lord Richard supported her and drew her into his arms.

He held her for a moment, and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

Then he bent down and picked her up, being careful not to touch her tender bottom.

He snapped his chin at his servants and walked out of the prison carrying my naked wife.

We followed him to his carriage where he carried her inside and placed her facedown on one of the long benches. The servants motioned that I was to enter as well.

We were driven to our home, where once again Lord Richard picked her up, carried her into our home, and placed her face down on our bed. Thankfully, this was at a time when our neighbors had retreated to the inside of their homes to escape the withering heat of the sun, so no one was there to witness our entrance.

He handed me a tube of some ointment.

"This will help relieve the pain and help everything to heal faster. He said pointing to her severely bruised bottom. Apply it now and then every 6 hours. In two weeks, she should be back to normal. Oh, and remember what I said about having a nymphomaniac in 6 hours," he instructed me as he walked out.

He was right about everything, even the nymphomaniac part!

The next morning, we were greeted by my jubilant father-in-law who had been released that morning after being transferred to more comfortable quarters in the prison and fed a sumptuous feast.

He wondered why his daughter was sore, but we never told him the reason.

I realized that we had left Avanthika's clothes in the prison. I wondered what became of them.

A few months later, after Avanthika had completely recovered with not even a small scar or discoloration, we received a letter in the mail, from Lord Richard

I seethed with rage, and picked it up, intending to tear it into a thousand pieces.

But Avanthika quickly snatched it out of my hand.

"How could you even stand to see his name, after all he had done to you?" I asked with disgust.

"Rohit, you can't get him out of our lives just by tearing up his letter. Lord Richard is one of the most powerful and connected men in the largest empire on earth. Unfortunately for us, he delights in deliberately humiliating and hurting me. Sir Reginald could not protect me in his own home. You could not protect me. There is nobody that can protect me from him. No, Rohit, for my sake, for your sake, for our family's sake, the best thing I can do is cooperate with him."

Although her words sounded sad and resigned, something seemed off about my wife's affect. Did I see her nostrils flare as she described Lord Richard's power? Did her pupils dilate as she told me how he enjoyed humiliating and hurting her. Did her breathing quicken as she said that she must cooperate with him? Or was it all just my imagination?

Without saying anything, she began to open the envelope of Lord Richard's letter. Was it just nervousness or was there something else that made her fingers tremble?