He passed the swat on to the next girl and she to the last young man. Even with striking on underwear, the "Smack!" was getting very loud. The final young man, who was again leaning against missy's back, cried out with a long "Aaaah!" after the paddle bounced off his ass.
"It gets harder with each person," Missy thought. "I'm glad I'm first in line."
Then the paddle slammed into her ass. The "Smack!" was much louder than it had been when the Headmistress has struck her. Missy was not expecting the swat and was totally unprepared. "Aiieee" she screamed as she stood upright.
Her hands were moving back to her tortured behind but were stopped in place when Lucinda barked out "No rubbing!" She then ordered gruffly, "Resume the proper position."
Missy was ready for the next swat. Headmistress Lucinda was not a part of the circle of punishment so there was no pain unconsciously urging her to strike harder. The increase in the strength of her swat was, therefore, carefully calculated. She increased it just enough so that by the time the swat came back around to missy, it would still be bearable.
The audience watched the strange dance of pain more or less in silence. Occasionally, you could hear someone saying to the person next to them, "It keeps getting harder, doesn't it?" But overall, the crowd remained silent until the paddle had gone around the circle for the sixth time.
The final time that it slammed into missy's ass, the "Smack!" was loud enough to echo slightly through the stands. The last boy then handed the paddle to the Headmistress who returned it to a drawer in her desk.
"My students!" she then said sharply, "noses against the blackboard!"
The five students stood with their noses pressed against the ancient slate.
"Display your punishment!" she further ordered and five pairs of hands awkwardly reached down and pushed underwear and panties down off their asses. There was some tittering and murmuring from the crowd as they noticed what almost appeared to be tan lines on the asses of the three girls. Thin cotton panties may not provide much protection from a wooden paddle, but what little protection they did provide caused the flesh protected by the panty to be slightly less red that the portion of the ass cheek which had direct contact with the wood.
Headmistress Lucinda now turned to missy who still stood next to her. "Assume the position," she said sternly.
Missy sighed very deeply and lay her upper body over the top of the desk. The cane buzzed three times rapidly through the air and three fresh welts appeared across missy's ass. "Aaiiiieee!" she screamed as the pain radiated throughout her body.
Her hands moved back toward her ass cheeks, but once again were stopped by the Headmistress's stern warning, "No rubbing!"
Missy remained lying over the desk. Partly that was because she had not been told to rise, but mainly it was because she was trying to get a handle on the fiery pain which was throbbing in her ass. She tried to think of William gently applying his healing balm. She could almost visualize it when suddenly her mind substituted a different image. She could see herself flat on her back on that hard wooden desk. William was above her, naked. His stiff prick was plunging down into her again and again. Each thrust drove her tender ass into the wood causing new waves of pain... and pleasure?
"I said return to your classroom!" The Headmistress's voice cut through the fog in her mind. "Have you gone deaf!? Or have you just lost your mind?"
"A little of both," missy answered silently as she pushed herself up to her feet and staggered back across the hallway. As she dropped back down into her seat, the sudden impact of her bruised behind on the wooden chair caused a loud, "Ahhhh!" to escape from her lips. She could hear the audience applauding as several shudders vibrated her body.
"Only four more to go," she said to herself as her body quieted. "Unless they only count that circle spank as six" She huffed slightly and then said aloud softly, "William, tonight you are going to fuck me with more than your hand."
"Quiet in class!" snapped Herr Bergen. The lights were now up on both sides of the stage.
One of the students in the form six class raised her hand. "Herr Bergen," she began, "could you please answer a question for me?"
"If it is reasonable," he replied.
"We have seen the cane applied several times today," she continued, "and I am wondering, where is the most painful place to be caned?"
"Obviously," Herr Bergen began, "the most painful place to be caned would be directly on your sex, especially if you were lying face up and the person wielding the cane were standing at your head."
Several audience members loudly said, "Ouch!"
The girl yelped and waited for the audience to quiet. Then she said, "I never thought of that!"
"And, of course," he continued, "the second most painful would be directly across the nipples from the front."
Several of the girls in the class gasped. One said loudly, "Oh, my!"
"But there is too much danger of physical harm or injury when caning from the front," he said. "Since all punishment canings here at The Lucinda Academy are done from behind, I assume you are asking where on your back is the most painful."
He looked around at the class and made a gesture as if swinging a cane, "Again, because of the high risk of injury to the kidneys, we will rule out the lower back. So, the question is, except for that area, where does the cane hurt the worst?"
He put his hand to his beard and thought for a moment before saying, "Honestly, I do not know. We may have to perform an experiment to find out."
"Slave missy," he said, "would you please go ask the Headmistress to come over to my classroom for a minute. And tell her to bring BobbyJo with her."
Missy had a pretty good idea where this was leading as she went through the fake hallway and told the Headmistress what Herr Bergen had told her to do. When she returned to the form six classroom, she didn't bother to sit down but instead stood alongside the desk with BobbyJo.
"What do you propose as an experiment?" Lucinda asked.
"I think we should have slave missy and BobbyJo assume the position on the desk," he answered. "Then you and I will deliver two strokes to each girl in different places. They will tell us whether the first or the second stroke was the most painful."
"What if they disagree?" she asked.
"That is a problem," he answered. Once again his hand was stroking his beard as if he were in deep thought.
"We need a third test subject!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Then we would have at least a two out of three result for our test."
After more beard stroking, he asked, "But who could we use as our third female?"
"Terry Mitchell," Lucinda said loudly, looking down at one of the girls in the front row, "You would be the perfect person to complete our trio of test subjects."
A young brunette in her late twenties popped up out of her desk and sputtered, "I didn't write anything on my ticket!"
"No, you didn't," the Headmistress said smoothly, "but your husband did sent us a very interesting note that said you were too shy to say what your secret fantasies really were and that we would have to encourage you."
"I don't want to do this," she said as she shook her head slowly from side to side. She looked over at the two women bent over the desk and said, "Yes, it is like some of my fantasies, but those are just fantasies."
She addressed Lucinda directly and asked, "Do you really think that I WANT to get my ass caned in public?"
"Do you?" replied the Headmistress.
Terry stared back at her silently.
"Why don't we let your body answer for you?" Lucinda suggested.
"Come here and remove your clothing," the Headmistress said quietly. "Then we will ask your body if it wants to do this. If it says, 'No," we will pick another test subject. If it says, "Yes," your mind will have to decide if you will accept your body's answer. Do you want to do that?"
Again Terry did not answer, but she did step forward and begin to remove her skirt and blouse.
"For now," Lucinda said, "all you need to remove are the skirt and panties."
Terry did so and stood there naked from the waist down.
"Now spread your legs slightly," the Headmistress instructed.
She then held up a brand new #2 yellow pencil. "I am going to insert this into your vagina," she explained. "If it stays in there while we talk, then your body is saying, "No." But if you are so slick that the pencil will not stay in place, then your body is screaming, "Yes!"
Terry trembled slightly as Lucinda carefully inserted the pencil, eraser end first, into her slit.
"This is what will happen if you are one of our test subjects," the Headmistress began to explain. "You will be bent over the desk so that everyone in the audience can see your pussy lips gaping open between your legs. Then Herr Bergen or I will strike you with the cane. Your wild gyrations as the pain tears through your body will cause you to show even more of your most intimate self to the hundreds of people who are here today and the thousands upon thousands of people who are watching the video stream. We will then ask you which of the two strokes hurt the worst. You will answer us truthfully, and then we will repeat the whole process three or four more times. By the time we are finished, there will be six... or eight... or even ten burning red welts across those lily white ass cheeks of yours."
Headmistress Lucinda started to say something else but her voice was drowned out by the sudden applause and shouts from the audience as the pencil dropped to the stage. Several men and even a few women called out, "Painslut! Painslut! Painslut! Painslut!"
"Your body has spoken," Lucinda said firmly. "If you accept your body's answer, remove the rest of your clothing and join slave missy and BobbyJo on the desk. If you deny what your body has said, then pick up your panties and skirt and leave."
Terry looked over at the desk where missy and BobbyJo were displaying their already red and swollen asses. The audience groaned when she bent down and picked up her skirt and panties, but the began cheering and hooting when she handed them to the Headmistress and began removing her blouse. Soon there were three asses displayed over the desk.
"So that you are not influenced by what one of the others answers," explained, Herr Bergen, "we will not be striking all of you in the same place each time."
"But by the end of the test," Lucinda continued, "we will have had each of you compare strokes to the same places of the body." She looked over at Herr Bergen and said, "Begin."
The cane in his hands snapped down on BobbyJo's upper back and she howled in response. He then swatted her exactly in the middle of her asscheeks. She yelped loudly as the loud "Snap!" of the cane striking flesh echoed in the arena.
"Which was worse," he asked.
"The first one, Sir," she responded.
He moved on to Terry, who was lying between missy and BobbyJo. Again the cane swished loudly through the air and again its loud "Snap!" echoed through the stands. The first stroke landed precisely in the middle of her ass. The second stroke landed halfway down her thighs.
She screamed loudly as the first stroke landed and even louder when it was joined by the second stroke.
"Which one?"
"The first one, Sir!" she shouted out.
Lucinda then applied two strokes to missy. The first was to her upper back, the second to the base of her ass, just as it merged into the thigh muscles. "Ahhh!" missy grunted out on both strikes. Then she yelled out, "The second one, Ma'am!"
Headmistress Lucinda and Herr Bergen then methodically delivered four more sets of strokes for a total of ten stripes with the cane. BobbyJo and missy grunted or yelped with each stroke. Terry wailed louder and louder with each stroke until by the tenth "Snap!" her voice was become very hoarse.
"It would appear," Herr Bergen said thoughtfully, "based on the results of our tests, that the most painful place to be caned from behind is right where the ass merges into the thigh."
"I thought it would be the upper back," Lucinda replied. Then she added, "Perhaps we will have to repeat our tests at some future date."
"We might even have to carefully explore the relative pain levels caused by caning from the front," Herr Bergen added.
Lucinda then addressed the three girls. "You may stand," she instructed. Then speaking to Terry she said, "Your husband is here to take you home from school. You may leave to join him."
A mid-thirties gentleman was walking up onto the stage using the steps on stage left. Terry ran across the stage toward him. He stopped and opened his arms as if to give her a hug, but she continued her run until just before she reached him. At that point, she launched herself into the air and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck. "Take me home and fuck me senseless," she exclaimed.
"Why wait to get home?" he replied as he turned around and walked back off the stage. Neither realized that the stage microphones picked up what they said until the crowd erupted in cheers and jeers.
He turned and smiled at the crowd before walking down the steps with Kelly already starting to grind against his body. As soon as they were at ground level, he turned and went around behind the stage. From several shouts and yells heard shortly thereafter, the backstage crew was appreciating the show.
"Your husband is also here," Lucinda said to BobbyJo.
BobbyJo held up her hands expecting the chains to be removed, but her husband stepped through the classroom door and said, "No, sweetcheeks. You said you wanted to be sent home naked and crying. You are riding just like that in the back of my pickup all the way home. I took the top off and put the carrying rack in place so I can chain you standing spreadeagle for all the world to see.
He slapped her once really hard on the ass and attached a chain leash to her collar before leading her off the stage.
Headmistress Lucinda then turned to the audience and said, "Our school session is finished for today, but if you would like to attend The Lucinda Academy just go to our website or stop and speak to me at our information booth beneath the grandstands.
While the audience was expressing its approval of the school day, Lucinda dismissed the rest of the class and left the stage. William reappeared at stage center as missy's cage slowly descended into the classroom. Once she was in place, he closed the huge padlock and the cage rose once again to its normal place above the stage.
"Remember, ladies and gentlemen," William then said loudly, "Tomorrow will be the last of our repentant terrorist's days of punishment. Admission tomorrow will be half-price if you bring a ticket stub from a previous show. This will be a really unique show because tomorrow's punishment is punishment by pleasure."
He then switched off his mic and left the stage leaving missy wondering how it was possible to be punished by pleasure.
An hour later, William returned with the ATV and trailer to take missy's cage back to the RV. As soon as he let her out of the cage, he removed the chains, shackles and manacles and told her, "Go inside and lay down. I will be in a minute to put on some ointment."
Missy was laying face down on her bed by the time he had everything put away and came inside. He walked into the bedroom with a new tube of the medicine in his hand. "Let me see the damage," he said quietly.
"Later," missy replied. "There is something more important you have to do first."
"What could be more important than me stopping the pain," he asked. Confusion showed on his face.
"You fucking me," missy answered. "I need you, and not just your hand. I need you inside of me. You were right. Today was truly the worst ever. The thought of you fucking me is all that got me through it."
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked. His confusion was now replaced with concern.
"I've had a lot of time to hang around and think about it," she replied with a low giggle. Then she added more seriously, "Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me senseless." Her voice then became even more stern- or perhaps desperate- sounding and she added, "So get out of those clothes and into this bed."
William undressed carefully, setting his clothes on the small desk alongside the bed. He then slid into bed with missy and tentatively reached out to stroke her breast. There was nothing tentative about missy's response, however. She threw herself into his arms and smashed her body against his. Her tongue pushed between his lips and explored the inside of his mouth. She could feel his manhood instantly harden against her leg.
"We can do foreplay some other time," she said throatily. "I've already had hours and hours of warm up. Just fuck me and keep going until I explode."
William rolled her over onto her back and she spread her legs to give him access. She was very wet and he slid easily into her, but as soon as he pushed against her with his first stroke, she cried out in pain.
Her "Aaiahh" caused William to jump back and withdraw from her pussy. He ended up on his back alongside her. "Are you OK?" he asked.
"Some fantasies need to remain fantasies," she answered. Then she said, "I think I'd better drive" as she moved over to straddle him and lowered herself onto his slightly deflated prick. William pushed up against her and she began driving herself down on him with ever more frantic thrusts.
Soon she was crying out with each bounce. Her cries of "Aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaah," caused William to harden even more and soon he was straining to hold himself back so that they could finish together.
Some things cannot be held back, however, and missy was still bouncing and becoming more and more shrill with her "Aaaah's" when he thrust upward and remained bowed beneath her. The change in his movements and the pulsing of his member within her were enough to send her over the edge. She screamed out "Fuck meeeeeeeeee!" and violently drove herself onto him one or two more times. Then her entire body began shaking and she collapsed onto his chest.
She lay there quivering and murmuring soft "mmmmm's" while he very softly stroked her back. At one point his hands started to move down to her ass, but when she winced, he went back to the light stroking of her upper and middle back. She soon fell into a very deep sleep.
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter One: Vicki LeClaire is convicted of all charges. A sentencing agreement is negotiated by William Wilson, a professional slave sentence negotiator. This chapter primarily sets the scene for the rest of the book. Once that is done, the action near the end centers around public nudity and public humiliation.
Chapter Two: Vicki's "Day of Repentance" and her humiliating descent into slavery, including being renamed as slave missy. This chapter centers primarily on public nudity and public humiliation.
Chapter Three: The first of missy's 11 days of public punishment. On this first day of punishment, Master Hiroya Takahashi demonstrates properly-trained pony girls, and instructs missy on the proper way to receive a punishment spanking. The focus of this chapter is pony girls and public spanking.
Chapter Four: The second day of punishment begins with a flogging contest by a company called Judicial Placements Incorporated. Her negotiator... and new Master, William Wilson, flogs missy the required forty-six times to fulfill the terms of her sentence. This chapter is totally focused on non-consensual flogging.
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