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Twelve Days a Slave 6 of 13
by
The Technician

Machine, Spanking, Caning, Flogging, Paddling, Pain Slut, Slave

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Slave missy is caned by a robot.

This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and
what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal
slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to
the Constitution of the United States of America do not NOT prohibit
slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other
words, the Constitution allows penal slavery.

After the woman is convicted, a "sentence negotiator" gets her
sentence reduced to a public day of repentance followed by eleven days
of public punishment. Following that, she is to serve one year of
penal servitude.

This story deals with non-consensual punishment, pain, and involuntary
slavery. If such topics offend you or upset you, I would advise
skipping this particular book.

There are thirteen chapters to this story. The chapters can be read on
their own, but the story is much better understood if the previous
portions have been read. The complete story is full book length. I
debated publishing it with some of my other books at Fiction4all, but
decided that I would rather serialize it and post it here.

A description of the thirteen chapters follows the end of each
chapter. On this day of punishment, she is caned... by a robot, or
more accurately, by a computer-driven mechanical spanking machine.
Before her caning, James Madison demonstrates his company's machines.
This chapter focuses on mechanical flogging, paddling, and caning. It
also delves into self-bondage and pain-pleasure.


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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

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between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
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depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
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Chapter Six - Slave missy experiences a top-of-the-line Madison
Robotic Discipline System 

William and slave missy's morning routine was quickly becoming
automatic. William was evidently an early riser. He would get up,
shower, and go up front to the kitchen area where he would watch early
morning television and catch up on the news on various sites on his
computer. Somewhere around 7:00 he would start fixing breakfast. The
smell of coffee and bacon was missy's alarm clock and she would come
padding out to the kitchen carrying her towel, which she placed
beneath her always naked ass when she sat on the bench seat on one
side of the table.

After breakfast, she nervously said to William, "I have a couple of
questions."

He looked up at her from his plate of eggs and said, "Shoot.'

"You said I was going to be punished by a machine today," she began.
"What is it going to do to me?"

He held his fork in the air as he thought for several seconds and then
spoke slowly, "Do you really want to know in advance?"

"Yes," she said firmly.		

"OK," he answered. "The sponsor for today is The Madison Robotic
Discipline System. Basically they are mechanical spanking machines.
They can spank with everything from single whips to canes to heavy
paddles. You are going to be caned."

"Forty-six times," she said fearfully. "I won't survive it." Her eyes
were starting to tear up.

"That is where you have to trust me," he said, setting down his fork
and looking missy intently in the eyes. "The Madison RDS is
computer-controlled. They can be programed for number of strokes, time
between, even duration- how long the stroke is held firm against the
skin when it strikes. But most importantly they can be very accurately
adjusted for the intensity of the stroke."

He struck the back of his hand lightly with his finger imitating the
stroke of a cane. "If a cane strike is too light," he said, "it
doesn't leave the proper welt." He hit his hand again, this time much
harder, "If the stroke is too hard, it breaks the skin. Some people
think you have to do that to add to the severity of the punishment."
He once again hit the back of his hand with his finger and said, "But
if the stroke is just right, you will raise a welt without breaking
the skin."

He softly struck the back of his hand with his finger as he said, "The
sign of an expert canemaster is that they can deliver a very large
number of blows, raising a proper welt each time... without breaking
the skin. I have convinced Madison that the perfect display of his
product would be for it to cane you all forty-six times without
breaking the skin.

"He is so concerned about a proper display, that he agreed to turn
back the intensity to the lightest level which will raise a welt. It
doesn't have to be a large welt because there will be forty-six of
them."

He reached across the table to softly place his hand on top of
missy's. "I won't lie to you," he said. "It is going to hurt. It is
going to hurt like hell. But you will not be harmed. Your body will
not be damaged. Remember what I told you last night about going into
the pain?"

Missy silently nodded her head.

"If you trust me that your body in not in danger," he continued, "...
if you trust me that in this case hurt does not equal harm, then you
can open yourself up to the pain. That is very hard for most people to
do, but once you do it, you can change the pain. You can even make it
pleasure."

He stroked the back of her hand very softly, "Being able to go into
the pain can also be dangerous. Pleasure pain can be very intense
because the body is releasing endorphins and all sorts of other crap
to help it handle the pain. They are like a narcotic in the brain that
not only lessens the pain, it magnifies the pleasure. But because
endorphins are a narcotic, pleasure pain, itself, can be addictive.
Those who are addicted to it are uncontrollable painsluts. They will
do anything for the pain that brings them narcotic pleasure and they
end up trusting the wrong people or they end up harming themselves."

He paused for a moment before asking, "Do you understand what I am
telling you?"

"Yes," missy said, taking a very deep breath. "You are giving me a
powerful medicine, but warning me that I can easily become addicted to
it."

William nodded his head in response.

"But right now I NEED that medicine," she continued. "And if I become
addicted, I have someone I can trust who will not harm me even if he
has to hurt me."

She smiled weakly at William and said, "I'm ready."

"Then let's get you oiled up for the parade lap through town," he
replied.

It was actually about a half-hour before the dishes were done and
missy had made her second morning stop in the bathroom. Their
preparations to leave were also becoming automatic. Missy would grease
down her body with the baby oil and baby gel while William backed the
ATV and trailers out of the main trailer. He would then oil her back
and put on her chains. After that, she would get into the cage and
William would drive the ATV into town, once around the square, and
then back out the fairgrounds.

People in town knew they would be coming and many were at the curb
with cellphones or cameras. Now that missy was protected within the
outer cage and inner protective tube, most of the youth had lost
interest in throwing eggs or garbage at her. One or two
high-school-aged boys evidently did not realize that there was a
protective circle at the top of the cage and tried lobbing eggs in a
high arc so that they would land inside the protective tube. Missy
smiled at their disappointment as the eggs smashed on the upper
protective screens and then puddled on the Lexan circle above her
head.

It was a little after nine when William pulled the ATV onto the stage
and the crew attached the cable so they could raise the cage into the
air above the stage. Missy had become used to her perch high above the
stage and calmly watched the stage crew set up four smaller stages
just in front of the main stage.

Once the smaller stages were set up, men dressed in blue polo shirts
with "Madison" written in yellow letters across the back carried out
four different machines and set one on each of the stages. They then
carried a slightly larger version of one of the machines onto the main
stage. Along with the machine, they also set up a very
elaborate-looking restraint frame that seemed to be oddly-shaped. It
appeared to be too narrow and had wide leather straps across it
horizontally at several points. The straps made it look almost like a
strangely-shaped ladder.

As she had done the day before, missy leaned back against the back
bars of the stage and braced her feet against the bottom of the front
bars. She then slowly masturbated herself until she reached a pleasant
plateau of pleasure. Staring dreamily out at the crowd as it began to
gather, she said- not quite loud enough to be heard- "There is a
certain freedom in slavery. I don't have to care what you think about
me. I'm a slave. I'm outside your world. I'm outside your thoughts. If
this helps me get through today, then I'll do it." She fell silent for
a moment, and then added, "... unless my Master tells me I can't." She
sighed and finished her soliloquy with, "I'm a slave. The only rules
are my Master's rules." After that she closed her eyes and entered
into her own private dream world while she awaited the day's
punishment.

At precisely two o'clock, William stepped out onto the stage in his
tuxedo and addressed the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said in his
ringmaster voice, "today is day four of our repentant terrorist's
eleven days of punishment." He walked back and forth on the front of
the stage looking out at the crowd before continuing. "I think you
will find today very interesting... because today is sponsored by The
Madison Robotic Discipline System, the world's leader in automated
slave punishment."

A very well-dressed mid-40s gentleman walked out onto the stage to
join him as he said, "Let me introduce to you, Mister James Madison,
founder, owner, and CEO of Madison Devices, Incorporated.

"Thank you, Mister Wilson," the man said as he raised his microphone
to his mouth. "We are pleased for this opportunity to demonstrate some
of our devices today. We are especially pleased to be able to show the
crown jewel of our collection, The Madison Robotic Discipline System."

Gesturing down to the smaller platforms in front of the stage, he
said, "We will start with one of our less-expensive devices. This is
The Madison Arm Action Whip. What makes it unique in the industry is
that it accurately mimics the motion of a human arm as the flogger
swings."

He looked off stage for a moment. When he could clearly see two
Madison security men walking onto the track with a naked slave between
them, he turned back to the crowd and said, "One of our production
slaves is in need of punishment and will be our test subject for the
Arm Action Whip."

He turned to William and said, "Because this is a flogging, and I own
the machine, this actually qualifies under public two-for-one flogging
law. So this slave, who should receive twenty lashes, will only
receive ten."

Turning back to the crowd, he smiled and said, "But keep in mind, that
his ten lashes that will be delivered perfectly."

The slave was brought up onto the first platform and restrained to a
tall pole. Unlike the floggings of previous days, he was not tied
between two poles, but rather suspended nearly off his feet in front
of a single pole.

The machine was directly behind him, but as it began to move, it was
obvious that its mechanical arms could reach far out on either side to
deliver the blows. The machine itself was nearly silent, but it was
flipping the whip back and forth so rapidly that there was an angry
hum in the air.

The slave pulled against the chain, but he was kept centered by the
restraints on the floor which held his feet in place. It was almost
not possible to see the final action of the mechanical arm as it
delivered the first lash with the flogger.

It truly was as if an expert whipmaster was flogging the slave. The
strands landed so that the tips were curled slightly back. This caused
them to snap sharply against the skin immediately after the main
portion of the leather strip struck the skin.

The slave grunted deeply as he attempted to keep from screaming.

Then the second lash landed. The first had been at a 45 degree angle
across his back so that the tips hit high near his left shoulder. The
second was also at 45 degrees, but the tips hit high near his right
shoulder. He screamed loudly as a large red "X" suddenly appeared on
his back. 

The next blow was directly across his back at shoulder level. The one
following that directly on his ass cheeks. The fifth blow was again
straight across, but was just above the small of his back.

"Notice," Mister Madison said from the stage, "that none of the blows
are over the kidneys. A kidney blow is forbidden by law, but in a
manual flogging it sometimes happens by accident. That can cause
internal damage and not only put a slave out of commission for a
significant time, it can cause you to run afoul of the slave
protection regulations. ...  You could even lose possession of your
slave."

He made a hand motion and one of the Madison guards, restarted the
machine. The next five strokes were delivered rapidly in exactly the
same place as the first five. It was obvious that James Madison's
primary purpose was to demonstrate his machines, not punish his
slaves.

"I now call your attention to the device on the second platform." Two
security women now escorted a female slave to that platform. "This is
an even more economical product which uses a thin, single strand
whip." He again turned to address William and said, "The action is
purely mechanical, but because the whip is made of leather, is
flexible, and is over nine inches long, it qualifies as a flogger
under the two-for-one laws. This young slave was sentenced to ten
lashes, but has volunteered to be here for public punishment, so she
will receive only five."

The security women had already restrained the young slave between two
upright poles. The mechanism was behind her on her left side. James
gave a signal from the stage and one of the security women started the
machine.

Its operation was extremely simple. A long metal arm was slowly drawn
back, tightening a spring mechanism. When the arm was pulled back
sufficiently it was released and slammed forward. The arm slammed
against a stop and the whip, which was swinging in a wide arc with the
arm, swept forward and struck the slave in the ass. 

A bright red stripe immediately appeared across both of the slave's
ass cheeks and a shrill, loud, cry carried out over the arena. The
machine again drew the arm back and again it snapped forward against
the stop. The slave screamed again as the whip struck almost exactly
in the same place as the first strike.

When the machine finally stopped, there was a single, deep welt across
the slave's ass. The welt seemed to be seeping blood.

"As you can see," Mister Masters said, "this is a very limited
machine. You can adjust the height of the strike, but that involves
turning the mechanism off and moving mechanical parts.

He smiled out at the audience and said, "We sell very few of these,
and I wouldn't normally have demonstrated it today. But two of our
competitors have something very similar to this as their top of the
line product." His smile broadened as he said, "Go out to their
websites and compare their machines against ours. They are almost
identical... except for the price. For very little more than what you
would pay for their very limited machines, you could own one of
Madison's programable devices."

Stepping over so that he stood in front of the third platform he said
loudly, "Speaking of programable devices. This is The Madison
Programable Punishment Platform. The one on this platform is set up
for a caning." Pointing at the last platform he said, "The one on the
last platform is set up for a wooden paddle."

Two security men brought a naked female slave out from behind the
stage. "This slave," explained Mister Madison, "has been sentenced to
`three of the best' as they used to say in the old English boarding
schools."

The guards began to strap the young woman onto what appeared to be a
spanking bench on the platform. There was a low portion of the
platform on which she was forced to kneel. The kneeler was about 18"
wide so with her feet sticking down at the back, her knees were still
on the pad. There were two wide restraints built into the kneeler,
which the security men strapped tightly around the slave's calves.
They then pushed her upper body down on a higher pad which was waist
high to her as she knelt. This pad was also about 18" wide and
supported the upper portion of her body. Most of her abdomen was left
unsupported. Again there was a wide restraint built into the pad which
they pulled tight across her upper back, crushing her breasts against
the pad. 

The final restraint was a wooden bar which was supported by two poles
which seemed to be connected to the upper pad. The guards stretched
out the slave's hands and placed them in two half circles cut into the
bar. They then set another wooden beam in place. It also had two half
circles so that it effectively locked her wrists in place.

After they had tested the restraints to make sure they were tight, one
of the men cranked a handle on the side of the bench and the upper
pad, as well as the stock-like bar holding the slave's hands, rotated
downward so that her head was almost even with her knees.

One of the guards then stood behind the machine and began setting
controls on a computer screen. As soon as he began, a video projector
came to life on stage displaying a large image on the back wall of the
stage.

Mister Madison explained to the crowd, "This is a clone image of the
control screen. Notice that the operator has selected caning and set
the intensity at medium. The initial strike is set to the center of
the ass. The physical spacing is set at two centimeters. The timing is
set to fifteen seconds. And the number of strokes is set to three.

The projected image changed to a camera image from directly behind the
slave. Her quivering ass cheeks were almost six feet high in the image
on the stage. Mister Madison looked down at the security men and
nodded his head. The man standing at the controls pressed something on
the screen and the arm of the machine began to move slowly back. When
it reached the proper point, it was released so that the cane slammed
forward.

The slave screamed, and thrashed slightly in her restraints, but she
was bound so securely that her body barely moved. The one exception
was her head, which snapped up so that she was looking at the stage as
she screamed.

Exactly fifteen seconds later, the cane again slammed into the slave's
ass. Her reaction was the same as on the first strike. James pointed
his laser pointer at the image and spun it in a small circle between
the two red welts which were now visible on the slave's ass cheeks.
"Exactly two centimeters between the stripes," he said quickly.

The third strike came exactly fifteen seconds after the second. And
once again it was exactly two centimeters from the previous strike.

The two security men cranked the bench back up to level and removed
the stocks and restraints which held the slave in place. They then
supported her as she walked painfully back behind the stage. The last
image of her striped ass remained projected on the stage wall.

"This device," said Mister Madison, "is the most precise punishment
device on the market. It will deliver the exact number of strokes at
the exact timing in the exact place that you specify. It is the most
economical way to properly punish a slave."

Another security man took something from the edge of the device and
handed it to James on stage. He held it up and said, "And it prints
out a log saying exactly what was done and when it was done. It also
provides this log in digital format so all you have to do is paste it
into your monthly slave compliance reports to the Department of Slave
Welfare and Protection."

Putting the slip of paper in his pocket and looking up at the crowd he
said, "Not everyone owns slaves or needs to punish a slave." He made
some sort of signal to a security man who hurried back stage.

"But there are some people who derive pleasure from what other people
consider to be punishment," he continued. "The fully automatic version
of our Programable Punishment Platform can be used not only to punish
a wayward slave, but also for self-bondage pain sessions."

He lowered his microphone and looked stage right. The eyes of the
crowd followed him as a woman wearing a full face hood walked out from
behind the stage. She was wearing nothing else.

"This woman is not a slave." James said. "Her face is concealed to
protect her identity, and I won't tell you her name. But I will tell
you that I promised to give her this machine if she would publicly
demonstrate its full potential for us this afternoon."

The naked woman walked across the area in front of the stage and
stepped up onto the fourth platform. She stood in front of the control
panel for a moment setting the machine. As soon as she began entering
settings, the clone of the control screen appeared on stage.

James Masters pointed his laser pointer at the screen and said, "You
can see that she has selected twenty-five strokes- ouch!- and has set
the repeat rate at random... that means she will not know when the
next blow with strike. She has also set the intensity to intermediate.
That would be a seven in a scale of one to ten. The settings above
that are Harsh, Severe, and Extreme."

The woman knelt on the low pad of the spanking bench. She twisted her
body slightly so she could attach restraint belts over her own calves.
Then she grabbed the wide belt and pulled it around her back as she
lay her upper body over the upper pad. As she lay down, she reached to
her side and clicked it into place alongside her. The last thing she
did was to stretch out her arms and place her wrists in the two half
circles on the bar.

The machine began to hum slightly and another bar was brought over the
first so the woman's hands were trapped in the stocks. The wide belt
around her upper body tightened automatically. Then the upper pad and
the bar rotated automatically so that her body was bent downward. The
effect was that same as if she had thrust her ass upward in
preparation for punishment.

A second video projector came to life on stage as the image from the
first projector changed. "The image on your left," explained Mister
Madison, "shows this woman's ass. As before, you will be able to
clearly see her cheeks become redder and redder as the paddle strikes.

"The image on your right," he said, "shows a slightly different
portion of her anatomy." The camera appeared to be mounted in the
kneeler and was pointed up between her legs. Her pussy lips were
clearly visible in the image. They were already moist. 

"Remember this woman is seeking pleasure pain." he said. "As proof
that this device delivers what she is seeking, you will also be able
to clearly see how her sex becomes wetter and wetter as the paddle
strikes." After a short chuckled he added, "If this works as well as
she hopes, you may also have a close up view of a cunt during orgasm."

A loud "Smack!" drew everyone's attention to the platform. The device
had started the punishment cycle.

Missy heard the woman's scream. It didn't sound all that different
than the slave who had been caned. She could clearly see the device as
the arm slowly moved back cycling for another blow. And she could see
something else. She could see that the masked woman's body wasn't
tensed waiting a second blow. It was relaxed.

The woman's head was still thrown back so that she was looking upward
at the stage. Missy, from her vantage point high above the stage,
could clearly see the dark eyes behind the mask. She seemed to be
looking for something... waiting for something. She wasn't dreading
the next swat of the paddle, she was waiting openly for it.

"She's going into the pain," missy said aloud.

The paddle suddenly struck again with a loud "Thwack!"

The woman again screamed. This time it wasn't quite as loud as the
time before. Missy turned in her cage so she could see the projected
images. The woman's ass bore two large, deep red marks where the
paddle had struck.

She looked at the second image. The woman's cunt lips were still
moist, but obviously there was no new fluid.

"Thwack!"

Another red stripe appeared across the woman's ass. She again
screamed, but this time the scream as not quite as intense.

"Thwack!"

Another red stripe and another scream. Again the scream was slightly
less intense.

"Thwack!"

A new red stripe, but this time there was no scream. Instead there was
a soft grunt as the woman absorbed the pain.

"Thwack!"

Another grunt.

"Thwack!"

Another.

For the next several smacks, the woman responded with just a grunt.

"Thwack!"

This time it was more of a sigh than a grunt. Missy again checked the
images on the wall. In the one image it was clear that the woman's ass
was now almost completely red and the paddle struck on a slightly
different point with each swing. In the other image, it was equally
clear that there was now moisture seeping from the masked woman's
cunt.

"She's turning the pain into pleasure," missy said. Her voice almost
sounded like surprise and awe.

"Thwack!"

The sigh was now more of a moan.

"Thwack!"

The sigh had definitely changed into a moan.

"Thwack!"

The moan was starting to get louder.

"Thwack!"

The moan lasted a little longer with each strike

"Thwack!"

The moan was now a continuous low-pitched wail that carried throughout
the arena.

Missy watched the huge projected image as fluid seemed to pour from
the woman's pussy lips.

"Thwack!"

The bound woman was now thrashing... no grinding... in her restraints.
Her cunt was beginning to twitch. It was as if the pussy lips were
clenching themselves at each strike and then relaxing to release a new
flood of fluids.

"Thwack!"

The count, which was superimposed on the close up of the woman's
ever-reddening ass, now said nineteen.

"Thwack!"

The woman's moan was now broken up by sharp intakes of breath. She was
crying out, "Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh..." which changed to
"AHHH!!!" each time the paddle slammed into her ass.

"Thwack!"

The woman's chant was now becoming higher pitched.

"Thwack!"

Fluid was dripping from the masked woman's cunt.

"Thwack!"

Sweat was now also dripping from the woman's body.

"Thwack!"

Her chant now changed back to a continuous moan that seemed to warble
slowly up and down in pitch. 

"Thwack!"

Her pussy was now twitching in time to the changes in her moan, which
also corresponded to the grinding thrusts of her body.

"Thwack!"

The woman's body was starting to vibrate.

"Thwack!"

Her voice now began rising in pitch and volume.

"Thwack!"

A long, loud, guttural scream echoed through the stands as the woman
orgasmed. Her body was thrashing wildly. The lens of the camera was
smeared with fluids which had dropped on it, but it was still possible
to see the woman's cunt opening and closing in the intense orgasm.

Missy looked back at the other image. The woman's ass was swollen and
starting to turn purple. The number displayed in the corner of the
screen said, "25."

"She knew exactly how much she needed to get off," missy said. "She
went into the pain and turned it into pleasure, and in twenty-five
strokes it took her to orgasm."

William's voice interrupted her as he stepped back out onto the stage
and said loudly, "Thank you very much James Madison for demonstrating
these marvelous devices."

"You're welcome," he replied, and then added- speaking to the
audience, "Remember all of these devices can be ordered by phone or
from our website."

Missy could now feel her cage being slowly lowered to the floor. While
she was descending, she could see several stage hands, assisted by
people in Madison shirts, pulling the large machine onto the stage.

"This is the ultimate in fully-automated Programable Punishment
Platforms, Mister Madison said loudly.

"And this afternoon," William continued, "our repentant terrorist will
help demonstrate this device as it delivers forty-six precise cuts of
the cane to her naked body."

The audience screamed and yelled their approval.

As soon as her cage settled onto the stage, William unlocked the
massive padlock and opened the door. Missy dutifully stepped out and
stood docilely while he removed her chains. She then walked with him
over to the ladder-shaped restraints.

William pointed with his hand and she stepped up to face the frame. As
she stepped into place, she noted that there was a large circular base
to the frame. Standing this close to the frame, she could see that the
pieces of leather were actually two pieces and that there appeared to
be a small, rachet device on each end of the leather band.

William reached up and released one of the leather bands... or more
accurately one-half of one of the leather bands. He then pushed her
abdomen against the band and pulled the second half of the band around
behind her back before reattaching it. He wiggled the ratchet on one
side of the band and the belt against her tummy tightened. When he
used the ratchet on the other side of the band, the section around her
back tightened. She was now held firmly in place between the two
bands.

There was a band just above her knees, one at her ankles, one just
below her head, and one a foot or so above her head. William started
with the lowest band and secured her feet. After her knees were held
in place, he told her to raise her arms straight up into the air. She
did so. The upper band, in addition to the ratchets, also had two
thick belt-like pieces of leather which went through slots on both
halves of the band and could be tightened individually like wrist
restraints to keep her from pulling her arms out of the taut band.

The last band put in place was the one just beneath her head. This
band was also different from the others in that it was heavily padded.
William seemed to be very careful as he put this band in place. Then,
to missy's surprise, he snugged it up, but did not tighten it.

"This one is mainly to protect your neck in case something goes
wrong." He patted the belt around her middle and said, "And this one
will protect your kidneys."

He then patted her ass and said, "But don't worry. Remember what I
told you." His voice suddenly got very serious as he said, "And if it
looks like anything at all is going wrong, I have an abort switch that
will stop the machine. Trust me, this will hurt you, but it will not
harm you."

He patted her ass once more and then stepped back alongside Mister
Madison.

"This device," James said, "has been programed to deliver forty-six
strokes of the cane. They will be across her entire body from calves
to shoulders." He paused. "Except..." he said dramatically, "in the
forbidden areas on the neck and over the kidneys." Pointing to the
restraints which held missy in place, "And notice that for additional
protection, two of the restraint straps also protect those vital
areas."

William roared out, "Are you ready?"

Missy was somewhat confused by the question, but before she could
answer, the audience roared back, "Yes!" He wasn't asking her. He was
asking the crowd.

She could feel a slight vibration in the floor of the stage and the
motors in the device began to hum. There was also a light swishing
noise as hydraulic cylinders moved the mechanism up and down to adjust
the height of the stroke.

She tried to relax as she had seen the masked woman do as she was
paddled. "I need to open myself to the pain," she told herself. Then
the first stroke of the cane hit squarely in the middle of her ass.

There wasn't really all that much noise when it hit. The swish as the
cane moved through the air was almost as loud as the crack as it hit
her flesh. A moment later the pain boiled through her body.

There was a stripe of fire across her ass and that flame was exploding
outward to every part of her body. She thrashed violently in her
restraints- or at least she attempted to. With the wide bands holding
her tight at five different places, the most she could do was wriggle
like a worm on a hook.

"Oh God!" she screamed. "No, no, no, no, no. I can't stand it! I can't
stand it!" Her voiced was ragged with the force of her scream. Her
mind was frantic. If it hurt this much on the first stroke, how would
she ever survive forty-six?

She could vaguely hear the hum of the machine as it drew back the cane
for the next strike. She tensed her entire body and very tightly
clenched her ass awaiting the next blow.

She heard the swish as the cane swept through the air, and then the
snap as it hit her body. Everything seemed to be happening in very
slow motion. She could feel the flame of the strike ignite across her
ass cheeks about a hand's width above the previous strike. Then
everything snapped into high speed as the pain raced throughout her
body.

"Aiiieeee," she screamed. "I can't stand it! Please, make it stop!"
she begged. This stroke hurt more than the first one.

"Swish," the cane moved through the air. "Snap!" it smacked against
the flesh of her back. A half-second later, the pain surged through
her body.

She could hear herself screaming. Her voice was already turning hoarse
from the force of her screams. William promised her it wouldn't hurt.
Why did it hurt so very badly? And why did each stroke hurt even more
than the previous stroke?

Her mind was in panic. She could hear the cheers of the crowd as she
struggled in her bonds. But beneath the yells and jeers of the crowd,
she could hear William's voice. It wasn't in her ears, it was deep
within her mind. "I didn't promise you it wouldn't HURT you," the
voice said softly. "I promised you it wouldn't HARM you. If you fight
the pain it will get worse. If you go into the pain it will get
better. You have to trust that I won't allow you to be harmed. Go into
the pain."

"Swish. Snap!" The next stroke slammed into her back. Again it was
about a hand width higher than the previous stroke. And again missy
screamed out in misery while the crowd cheered and applauded.

But as the machine drew back for the next stroke, missy did the
hardest thing she had ever done in her life. She relaxed. She stopped
struggling. Her body seemed to be quivering on its own, but that was
her muscles' reaction to the pain. That wasn't her struggling to
escape.

"Swish. Snap!" the next stroke struck across her back almost at the
shoulders. The pain again flashed across the length of the welt and
then burned through her body, but it wasn't quite as painful as the
previous stroke.

Missy still screamed out, but it was more of a gurgling "uhhhhhh,"
that came from deep within her. As her cry faded out, she once again
relaxed her body. "Open yourself to the pain," she told herself
silently.

"Swish. Snap!" The cane was now moving back down her body. She
couldn't be sure, but it felt like this stripe was in the middle
between the previous two strokes. As the pain flashed across the
length of the stripe, it seemed to ignite pain in the welts on either
side of it. But even the combined pain of the three welts did not
equal the pain of the previous stroke.

"Oooooooooo" the crowd heard her scream loudly. Their cheers drowned
out the ending of that scream as she said more softly "pen." She
closed her eyes to the sights around her. Within her mind, she was
chanting "Open, open, open, open." Then in the pause as the machine
moved for the next stroke, she told herself, "It will hurt you but
will not harm you."

"Swish. Snap!"

This time her response was a loud grunt. The crowd still stomped and
cheered.

"Swish. Snap!"

"Hurt but not harm..."

"Swish. Snap!"

"Hurt but not harm..."

"Swish. Snap!"

"Hurt but not harm..."

"Swish. Snap!"

Missy's eyes flew wide open, but not in pain... in surprise. The cane
landing across her ass almost didn't hurt. It didn't feel good, but it
didn't hurt. And at the same time a strange, warm feeling was flooding
her entire body... not a sexual warm, but a cozy, comfortable, warm
place kind of warm.

"Swish. Snap!"

"Swish. Snap!"

"Swish. Snap!"

"Swish. Snap!"

The cane continued down her body. She again closed her eyes and
concentrated on what she felt as the machine slammed the cane against
her flesh. It was no longer really pain. It was just sensation.

"Swish. Snap!"

Is it pleasure or pain? she mentally asked herself.

"Swish. Snap!"

Lifting her head and opening her eyes, she said aloud, "I choose
pleasure."

The cane continued its relentless march up her body. She had no idea
what the count was, but felt that it had to be above thirty. "Do I
have time?" she asked herself.

"Swish. Snap!"

It was definitely pleasure. It was a very intense, very strange kind
of pleasure, but it was definitely pleasure.

"Swish. Snap!"

Missy willed the intensity toward her clit.

"Swish. Snap!"

The crowd now heard a loud, deep, moan coming from the stage.

"Swish. Snap!"

Missy was once again writhing as much as her bonds would allow. Her
moan was growing louder and more shrill.

"Swish. Snap!"

Missy was starting to gasp and grunt with the strokes.

"Swish. Snap!"

Missy could feel that pre-orgasm tingle that seemed to start in her
toes and race upward through her body.

"Swish. Snap!"

Missy's entire body went totally stiff within the restraints. She
threw her head back and screamed, "I love you, William!" And then she
passed out.

In the silence which followed, Mister Madison said softly,
"Forty-six."

Missy was only vaguely aware of what was happening around her. The
stage hands were attempting to push the heavy platform, which held the
machine and her restraints, slightly forward on the stage.

She heard the familiar sound of the winch lowering the cable. "I guess
it's time to get back into my cage and hang around for an hour," she
said aloud to no one in particular.

But no one came to undo the restraints. Instead, one of the stage
hands brought over a small ladder and used it to attach the cable to
the top of the ladder-like restraint. There were a couple of loud
clicks and then the restraint frame, and the large circle under it on
which Missy stood, rose slowly into the air.

Missy could feel herself rotating slowing beneath the cable. As she
rotated so that she could see out into the crowd, hundreds, if not
thousands of flashes nearly blinded her. Some of the photographers
were still standing in front of the stage taking pictures when the
hour was up and she was once again lowered to the stage.

William drove up onto the stage with her cage and asked, "Do you think
you can get in on your own?"

In response, missy walked very stiffly over to the trailer and stepped
up into the cage. William didn't bother to close the door as he drove
slowly back to their bus.

Once there, he didn't drive into the trailer, but instead stopped
directly in front of the door to the large RV. Missy was crying softly
as he helped her up the steps and led her back to her bedroom. Once he
had her placed face down on her bed, he began to very gently rub the
special healing ointment into her back, ass, and legs. 

She winced as his fingers went over the 46 welts that striped her
body. Once or twice she cried out in pain as his fingers touched a
particularly nasty welt. Finally the salve began to do its work and
she started to relax against the bed.

"Sleep for a while," he said softly. "I'll call you when I have supper
ready."

She looked up at him. "Please stay with me until I fall asleep," she
said. "I'm afraid."

He took her hand and sat on the bed next to her until her eyes were
closed and her breathing was deep and regular.

Missy awoke to William rubbing more ointment into her back and ass.

"Is supper ready yet?" she asked.

"Supper was ready two hours ago," he replied. "And this is the fourth
time that I have applied salve since you fell asleep."

She raised herself up on her arms and looked at him in surprise.

"You were emotionally exhausted," he said quietly. "I kept your supper
warm for you. Come out to the kitchen when you're ready."

He then returned to the front part of the bus. Missy used the bathroom
and then joined him in the kitchen. She remembered to bring her towel
with her and set it on the bench seat before she sat down at the
table.

After she had eaten, she seemed to stare at William for a long time.
Finally he said, "Missy, you have my permission to speak or ask
questions or whatever it is that you are so afraid to say."

Missy looked down at the table. "I followed your advice today," she
said softly.

"And?" he asked.

"I went into the pain," she answered. "It turned into pleasure...
extreme pleasure."

"I noticed," he said with a short laugh. "Most of the crowd thought
you were yelling out in pain there at the end, but I have come to know
your pain cries and your pleasure cries. You had a very intense orgasm
from the caning."

"It scares me," she said simply. "I liked it. I liked it too much. I'm
afraid I might be a painslut."

She reddened at her own words.

"What do you know about painsluts?" he asked.

"You have my browser history," she replied. "You know what kind of
sites I used to look at." She shrugged, "I've heard the term. I've
even seen some videos of painsluts."

"What you've seen," he said firmly, "is videos of women who were
exploited for their addiction to pain. People who cared nothing about
them, used them up... abused them... destroyed them... or allowed them
to destroy themselves."

"You are not addicted to pain... not yet," he said. "And I will not
allow you to become addicted. You are one of those people who can turn
pain into pleasure." He slammed the palm of his hand down on the
table, "That does not mean that you are addicted to pain."

"It does mean," he said more softly, "that you may need more stringent
guidance for your life than most people."

"In other words," she said, "I need a Master."

"Right now," he answered, "what you need is another coat of the
healing ointment and a good night's sleep. We have another performance
tomorrow."

Missy groaned slightly. "We always have another performance tomorrow,"
she said in almost a whine. "For you, it's a performance. For me it's
my life now."

As William escorted her back to her bedroom, he said quietly, "Life is
a performance."

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END CHAPTER SIX OF THIRTEEN

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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.

Chapter Five: Slave missy's third day of punishment. She is once again
subject to a spanking, this time by the head of a private girls'
reformatory. Before her spanking, several of the young women from the
reformatory also receive public punishment. This is a spanking chapter
with bare hand, slipper, paddle, and leather belt.

Chapter Six: The fourth day. On this day of punishment, she is
caned... by a robot, or more accurately, by a computer-driven
mechanical spanking machine. Before her caning, James Madison
demonstrates his company's machines. This chapter focuses on
mechanical flogging, paddling, and caning. It also delves into
self-bondage and pain-pleasure.

Chapter Seven: The fifth day. Slave missy is punished by water
combined with heat, cold, and electricity. This chapter focuses on
various types of water punishment.

Chapter Eight: On the sixth day of her punishment, missy is introduced
to "The Whipmaster." Before punishing her he provides a demonstration
of his abilities. The chapter is focused on public nudity, public
humiliation, and public flogging of one sort or another.

Chapter Nine: The seventh day for slave missy is a day for
electro-punishment. Slave missy becomes part of the vidshow, "Wheel of
Pleasure, Wheel of Pain."

Chapter Ten: The eighth day introduces a unique punishment- punishment
by combat. There is also an undercard of slave wrestling with
humiliation and pain in store for the loser.

Chapter Eleven: The ninth day of punishment is a lottery. The public
is given the chance to paddle the repentant terrorist. Eight lucky
winners each get to give her five swats with a special paddle. One
lucky winner gets to finish the forty-six required for her punishment
by laying six swats of the paddle across missy's ass. The undercard is
also part of the lottery. Three slaves in need of punishment will each
receive 20 swats, again with one lottery winner delivering 5 of those
swats. In addition there are two volunteers. One is a male member of
the stage crew who is coming out as a pain slut. The other is a woman
who has been at every performance so far and wants to experience
public punishment and humiliation. Hers is a special case and her
husband will deliver however many swats it takes to make her cum.
Twenty-five winners were chosen to participate. Each was asked to
write a short essay saying why they should be the one to deliver the
final six to the repentant terrorist. The winner finishes off missy.

Chapter Twelve: This tenth day returns missy to old school punishment
as she receives an old-fashioned caning. There is also a contest
between slaves to see who can withstand the most strokes of the cane.

Chapter Thirteen: (Last Chapter) Slave missy finally reaches her final
day of punishment. After having been punished by hand, slipper,
paddle, cane, water, and electricity, missy is punished with pleasure.
She is strapped into a high-tech denial/teasing/edging device and
taken to the very brink of orgasm 46 times.

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