Twelve Days a Slave Ch. 11

After she left, the third woman stepped up to the panting female slave and gently rubbed the paddle across her swollen ass cheeks. The slave responded with a throaty, "Ahhhhh," as she slowly writhed in her restraints. The woman then stepped back and swung once like she was swinging a tennis racket. There was a very loud "Smack!" and the painslut slave grunted out an equally loud "Oohhaahh." A second stroke followed a moment later and the slave responded with slightly more writhing and an even louder "Oohhaahh." The third and fourth strike seemed to pump the slave's responses higher and higher.

The woman with the paddle turned to face the crowd. She stood there quietly smiling and waving slightly while the slave made pitiful noises behind her. She seemed to be waiting for something. Finally the slave cried out, "Please! Finish me! Finish me! Make me cum!"

The woman's smile widened as her arm moved suddenly in a tennis backhand that brought the paddle down exactly across the needy slave's ass cheeks. She then put the paddle back in place and walked backstage.

The slave gave a very, very loud "Oohhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh" which seemed to go on for a very long time. Then she began thrashing wildly in her bonds and crying out, "Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee" as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

The crowd responded with a standing ovation. William called for all twelve of the winners to come out on stage with him and then had them bow to the crowd. The applause and cheering continued long after the twelve had again left the stage.

After the crowd had finally quieted, William said, "You have just witnessed that what one person experiences as pain, another might find pleasurable. Our next paddling is not a punishment. It is a coming out-- no pun intended-- for one of our stage crew. He has been a secret painslut for many years. Tonight he steps out of the closet and onto the spanking bench."

As he spoke a young, thin, black male walked out from behind the stage. He was totally naked, but unlike the slaves before him, he retained all of his body hair. He positioned himself on the spanking bench and then waited passively while one of the female security people strapped him firmly in place. Like the male slave in the first round, his balls were very visible between his slightly spread legs. Unlike that slave, however, his partially erect prick was also clearly visible.

All five winners for this round walked out from behind the stage together and stood in a line behind his naked ass.

Three of the winners were female, two were male. The males were at the head of the line. The first man picked up the paddle and gave it a practice swing. Then standing slightly to the side of the painslut, he delivered five equally-spaced strikes squarely on the young man's ass. The first strike brought an obvious cry of pain. But the "Aiiee" of the first strike slowly morphed into an equally loud, but softer "Aaahh," but the time the fifth strike landed.

While the paddle was changing hands, William said to the crowd, "I call your attention to the video projection on the back wall of the stage." The crowd looked up to see video feed from beneath the painslut. His prick looked enormous on the screen and it bobbed up and down as small droplets of pre-cum gathered on its tip.

The next winner stepped up. He also gave a practice swing before beginning. His swats were not equally spaced, however. He seemed to wait for the slut's ass cheeks to unclench before delivering the next blow. It was obvious from the bound young man's cries-- and the amount of pre-cum oozing from his prick-- that he was continuing to be turned on by the spanking.

The first of the three women then took the paddle. She delivered her swats extremely fast. So fast, in fact, that the painslut's body reacted almost as if it were one swat.

The second woman paused to get a feel for the paddle. She swung it back and forth several times before stepping into place slightly to the side of the spanking bench. Then she drew back and swung in a sweeping arc all the way until impact. His cry of "Aieeeaaahhh" proclaimed that she had properly "followed through" on the swat, allowing the force to be transferred to the paddle after that first instant of impact.

Her next four swats, at apparently random intervals, were similarly effective. He responded both to the pain and to the sexual excitement that pain created. His prick was now bobbing wildly. It was apparent to most of the crowd that he was very close to climax.

The final winner accepted the paddle from the second woman. She also took a moment to get a feel for it, but rather than swinging it, she bounced it several times against her right hand. She was evidently left-handed because that was the hand in which she held the paddle.

She stepped into place and swung in a fluid motion that landed the paddle directly in the middle of the slut's ass cheeks. After a pause, she again struck, this time slightly above center of the swollen cheeks. The young painslut was now moaning loudly. She slammed the paddle again against his ass and the projected image suddenly became blurred as he ejaculated onto the camera lens.

The woman waited patiently for the young painslut to quit thrashing with his orgasm and then brought the paddle down once again. This time there was no passion component to the scream as a loud "Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee" resounded through the stands. After a short pause, she delivered her final swat which created an even louder and more shrill, "Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"

As the winners walked back to behind the stage, William chuckled slightly, "Well, he's out of the closet," he said. "And I think he has learned a very valuable lesson about the difference between male and female painsluts."

He paused until the crowd became silent and asked, "How many of you know what difference I am referring to?"

There was a loud buzzing as various people told those around them what they thought he meant.

"When a female painslut orgasms," he said loudly, "she is still sexually excited. She can possibly even go on to another orgasm if the pain continues." He shook his head and said softly, "But when a male painslut orgasms, his body drops out of arousal and no longer produces endorphins or other responses that turn pain into pleasure. Any pain following ejaculation is only pain."

As the stage crew helped the young man to stagger to back behind the stage, William finished with, "That's why the normal rule for a partner of a male painslut is 'Pain until he pops. After care begins immediately after that.'"

William looked to stage right to watch a couple walking out from behind the stage. He was dressed in a tuxedo while she was dressed in a sequined evening dress. "I need to remind you that what is about to happen is this woman's fantasy. She wrote the script on this. We are doing nothing that she has not consented to. In fact, although she didn't give the specific details, everything that happens was requested by her."

As soon as William finished his explanation, six masked men-- who except for the masks were dressed identically to the security people from earlier-- rushed out of the shadows and grabbed the woman. She screamed for her husband to help, but he responded loudly. "Why should I help you? I am the one who hired these men. Tonight you are going to get what you deserve and everyone is going to see it happen."

The men dragged her over in front of the last spanking bench and began tearing the dress from her body. Beneath the dress she was wearing dark stockings held up by a garter belt and a matching set of black panties and bra. Two of the men held her arms over the top of the spanking bench while the other two positioned her stocking clad knees on the lower padded kneeler. Once her legs were strapped firmly in place, the two men holding her arms stretched them down to the front restraining bar and cuffed them in place. They then adjusted the height to pull her tightly in place, but they did not strap down her body with the large strap that would have gone over her lower back.

She bucked and twisted in her restraints and screamed, "How can you do this to me!? People can see me!"

"Oh!" her husband roared back, "You are afraid that people can see you? Then why don't we just give them something to see?"

He then made a show of opening an overly-large pocket knife and began cutting his wife's bra from her body. One quick cut up the back and then a swipe at each of the straps and the shiny black band of cloth fluttered to the ground.

"Noooooooooooo!" she screamed. "They can see my tits!"

"They'll see more than that in just a moment," he said as he slipped the tip of the knife beneath the side of her black, french-cut panties. He pulled outward and the fabric fell open on one side. He repeated the motion on the other side and the fabric flapped open in the front and back, but would not drop because it was held in place by her garter belt which was holding up her stockings.

"Oh," he said dramatically, "I guess that will have to go, too." He then reached up and cut each of the suspender straps and then the back of the garter belt. The elastic band popped loose around her waist. One of the masked men reached in and grabbed it. She screamed shrilly as it was pulled from beneath her stomach. Her husband then reached up from behind and pulled the tattered remains of her panties from between her legs.

Somehow, she looked more naked with her stocking drooping on her legs than the slaves had with no clothing at all on their bodies. Her wild gyrations while she screamed and thrashed were also much more obscene than had been the fully-restrained struggles of the previous inhabitants of the spanking bench.

"Do you know how many swats you are going to get with this paddle?" her husband asked ominously.

"No," she answered back. Then she began begging, "Please don't do this to me in public. I would never be able to stand the shame. Please, please, please."

William's voice inserted itself between her cries and her husband's next comments. "Her safe word is 'rutabaga'" he said softly. "If she even whispers that, all of this will stop."

Her husband seemed to wait for him to finish his announcement before screaming, "You deserve this! You deserve all of this! You have been asking for this all year with your bad behavior and now I am going to spank your ass in front of all of these people until you cum at least twice."

"Nooooo!" she cried out, but even the most dense person in the audience could tell that the shakiness in her voice was cause by arousal, not fear.

The husband then stepped into proper position and swung the first blow with the wooden paddle. He knew what a paddle was and how to use it. The wood landed with a resounding "Smack!" against the skin of her ass. Her voice cried out in a loud "Aieeeee!"

"The first one always hurts, no matter what," missy thought as she watched from above. She noticed, however, that the wayward wife did not clench her ass cheeks in anticipation of the next smack. In fact, the muscles of her legs were totally relaxed as she opened herself up to the impact and the pain that would follow.

"Smack!" the second blow sounded. Someone in the audience yelled out, "Yeah, give it to her." She screamed slightly, but her cry was already changing from the "Aieee" of pain to the "Aaah" of passion.

Between the smacks, her ass bounced wildly. For a proper spanking, she should have been held tightly in place, but evidently she knew that her wild motions would display her sex more lewdly to the crowd. She also knew that she was opening and closing herself in her gyrations almost as if she were intentionally twerking for the crowd. The movements made it even more obvious that her hairy snatch and the insides of her thighs were quickly becoming coated with her love juices.

"Smack!" the husband continued his relentless assault on his wife's ass. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" His pace was slow and deliberate. He was giving enough time for the full measure of pain to spread through her body before layering on another swat. Meanwhile her outcry had changed to a low moaning wail which increased slightly in volume with each blow of the paddle.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Her ass was making wild circles in the air, coming up to meet the paddle with each swing. Her wail was starting to break up into a series of high pitched grunts and squeals. "Oh, ah, oh, ah," she was almost chanting as the paddle struck again and again.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" She was now raising her ass to meet the paddle and then slamming her front down hard onto the padded bench. Each time her sopping cunt hit the bench she would grind forward pressing herself hard against the now slick leather.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Her cry changed to "Harder, harder, harder, harder, harder" as she followed her own orders and slammed herself harder and harder against the leather of the bench.

Suddenly she stiffened and arched her back as much as she could with her arms held low beneath her. She raised her head and thrust her ass up toward the paddle as she burst forth into a high-pitched scream of passion.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" the husband continued pounding away with the paddle. His wife was now flopping like a fish out of water as she arched and straighten her back and wailed out her orgasmic cry.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" She totally stiffened. Her body was quivering and shaking against the pads as her hands and legs pulled strongly against their restraints.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" She was making no sound at all now. Her back was again beginning to arch as she threw her head far back so that she could breath in greater and greater quantities of air.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" She exploded into a second orgasm. Her ass was pumping up and down furiously as she slammed her cunt into the leather. Her face was making circles in the air as she shook wildly and screamed out incoherently.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Her husband gave her several more hard swats with the paddle and then stepped back, breathing hard from exertion. She thrashed and screamed for another moment or two and then collapsed senseless against the leather of the bench.

The crowd stood and cheered and applauded and stomped their feet. Several of the security crew came back out front. Their masks from the beginning of this fantasy were hanging loose around their necks. Four of them quickly released the restraints from the wife's arms and legs. They then picked her up under their arms and carried her backstage still unconscious. The husband followed along behind them, still carrying the paddle which had fulfilled his wife's erotic fantasy.

William waited for the crowd to settle and said, "Now it's time to complete today's punishment of our repentant terrorist." He pointed to the spanking bench on the stage. "You will notice that this restraint bench is a larger than the ones used up to this point." He held up the paddle and said with a deep chuckle, "So is the paddle."

Holding the paddle with the handle upright, he said, "And you will notice that there is a thin video cable attached to the handle of this paddle." Pointing to the wide end of the paddle, he said, "There is a small video camera embedded in the tip of this paddle. If you watch the projection on the back wall of the stage during this punishment, you will see a paddle's eye view of an ass being thoroughly punished."

That comment was greeted with shouts and applause. "So," he continued, "let's get our little terrorist in place and bring out our next winner."

Missy's cage descended to the stage. William unlocked the huge padlock on the door and opened it so missy could step out. He then slowly and carefully removed the collar and shackles and finally the manacles which held her wrists. He followed behind her as she slowly walked over to the bench and put herself in position.

Four female security officers came out and began strapping her in place. These four were nowhere near as burly as the security people from earlier. William had selected them for their looks, not their skill. He knew that missy would give them no problem.

Once she was firmly in place, William announced, "Our ninth runner up is Harriet Anderson."

A middle-aged woman in tight pants and a halter top bounced out onto the stage. "I've always wanted to be on the other side of the paddle," she bubbled. The audience laughed.

"Remember," instructed William, "just hard enough to make a loud pop is the most painful." He then handed her the paddle.

She stood behind missy for several seconds swinging the paddle like a baseball player awaiting the first pitch. The image projected on the back wall showed the intended target. Then she swung two-handed and slammed the paddle into missy's ass. It made a very loud "Smack!" and missy gave an equally loud screech.

The woman swung four more times in quick succession and then stood panting with the paddle in her hand. It was hard to tell if it was from exertion or if she had been that turned on by swinging the paddle. Missy, meanwhile, wailed in pain.

"Thank you, Harriet," William boomed out as he took the paddle from her hands. The audience gave her a short round of applause and then he announced, "Our eighth runner up is Raul Rodriguez."

An Hispanic gentlemen stepped onto the stage and William handed him the paddle. He made no attempt to warm up, but instead immediately began swatting missy's ass. Each of his blows resounded throughout the arena and missy yelped slightly louder with each swat. She had tried to go into the pain, but each winner had a different style and it takes several swings to get into the pain. Missy was starting over every five swats.

Again the crowd gave a short round of applause for his efforts and William announced the next winner. This continued until the second runner up had completed her turn with the paddle. William then turned to the crowd and said, "Our grand prize winner-- the one who gets to apply the final six strokes of punishment to our repentant terrorist-- is Alexander Berkman. His essay about the fact that his wife lost her job at one of the companies whose computers were affected by this terrorist won him the right to finish her off on this day of punishment."

He stretched out his hand and said, "Welcome Mister Berkman to our stage."

A young man in his mid-twenties walked out onto the stage. His dark hair and beard were very neatly trimmed. He took the paddle from William and then began to position himself properly behind missy. Before he actually began swinging, he leaned in very close and said softly to her, "Hello, Vicki. I hope you appreciated using my program as much as I did creating it."

It was Jarred! The final winner was the young man who had duped Vicki, now slave missy, into inserting the virus on the store's computers.

He laughed softly as he stepped back into position with the paddle. The audience watched on the projection screen as the paddle zeroed in and slammed down very hard on missy's already red and swollen ass. He struck five more times at a measure pace. It wasn't slow, but it wasn't hurried. Missy was screaming at the top of her lungs. She was screaming, "It's him! It's him! It's him! It's him!" but with the roar of the crowd her voice was unintelligible.

After the sixth blow, he turned and faced the crowd. William came over to shake his hand and congratulate him on a job well done. He smiled in satisfaction that he once more had rubbed everyone's face in his brilliance and cunning. As William took his hand, however, he suddenly shook violently and dropped to the ground.

Several men in black uniforms with protective vests that said "Homeland Security," rushed onto the stage. William turned to face the startled crowd. "I want to thank Homeland Security for the loan of this marvelous hand tazer," he said as he held up his right hand displaying a bright silver disk in his palm.