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Twelve Days a Slave 12 of 13
by
The Technician

Slavery, Public Nudity, Public Spanking, Public Punishment, School
Role Play

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Slave missy attends Lucinda's Schooltime Academy.

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 NOTprohibit
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. 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.

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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.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts
depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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Chapter Twelve - It is a fantasy boarding school, but the caning missy
receives is very real.

Missy once again awoke to the smell of coffee. But something was
different. At first she couldn't quite place it, but something was
definitely different. When she went up front, William was cooking
eggs, but there was no bacon. Instead there were two thin steaks
sizzling in the pan on the other burner.

"Steak and eggs," he said as she stepped into the kitchen. He pointed
to the table and said, "Have a seat."

"I've got to go get my towel," she started to say, but he cut her off
with "I already put one out for you."

"Oh," she said as she sat down. William set the plates on the table
and slid into his side of the booth-like arrangement. Missy began
eating her steak and eggs, but he merely pushed things around on is
plate.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," was the immediate response. To which missy replied,
"Bullshit! You cooked steak for breakfast which you say is for special
occasions. You got out a towel for me instead of sending me back for
one. Now you aren't eating and you can't look at me. Something is
wrong!"

"Is that any way for a slave to talk to her Master?" he said softly.
He tried to sound angry, but it came out more like disappointment or
sadness.

"I thought you were more than my Master," she replied. There were
tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

"I am," he said. The tone of his voice was now totally flat. 

He huffed and looked up at her. "That's why I'm so upset. You've got a
really rough day set for today." He paused and took in a deep breath
before saying, "I thought I was just your Master back when I set it
up."

She reached over and placed her hand on his. "How bad?"

"Forty-six with a cane," he answered. "Lucinda's Schooltime Fantasies
is sponsoring today" he explained. "They run several adult fantasy
camps specializing in school fantasies. Lucinda plans to present a
series of schoolgirl/schoolboy role-play scenarios. At the end of each
scene, the Master or Dominatrix playing the teacher disciplines the
students... including you. I'm not sure what happens to the others,
but by the end of the last scenario, you will have gotten forty-six of
the best- probably all with a cane."

"I took forty-six of that robot's best," she said firmly. "I can
handle it."

"But that was a machine programmed to hit just hard enough to raise a
welt," he said. Concern was evident on his face. "This will be someone
playing teacher who's swinging the cane."

"But it is a professional playing a teacher," she said firmly. "I
would be willing to bet that most of their clients don't want any
permanent marks on their body. That would mean not cutting the skin
with a whip or a paddle... or a cane."

She laughed slightly to release her tension. "Don't worry. I will be
able to take it. If you remember, I came while that robot was whaling
away on me and that was forty-six continuous strokes. I'll be able to
handle it and I will be thinking of you gently smearing my ass with
that magic ointment of yours all the while I am getting caned."

She smiled. It was a genuine smile. Then she said, "Finish your
breakfast. We have to clean up, grease up, lock up, and mount up." She
giggled and said, "I was hoping I would get the chance to say that at
least once."

William looked a little less upset as he drove the ATV into town for
their morning mini-parade. Missy, on the other hand, was becoming more
and more anxious. Despite her bravado, she knew that forty-six strokes
with a cane could be very unpleasant.

As they made their lap around the courthouse square, missy could feel
a slight wetness between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was fear
causing her to leak urine or arousal causing her to leak love juices.
"I think I have a love-hate relationship with pain," she said aloud.
"I really hate it, but I love what it can do to my body." She sighed
deeply and shook her finger in the air as if addressing a recalcitrant
small child, "Missy," she said aloud, "you can get through this. Just
concentrate on what you love and try to ignore what you hate." She
added silently, "... like forty-six strokes with a cane."

As missy waited in her cage for showtime, she watched as the regular
stage crew and an additional half-dozen or so men in dark blue
coveralls with LSF embroidered in white, very ornate script set up two
different classrooms on the stage. The wall between the two classrooms
was actually two walls which came to a point near the front of the
stage but widened out to about two meters at the back. This allowed
someone to enter either classroom through doors that were about
half-way out in the V-shaped wall.

The front wall of both classrooms had long, old-fashioned blackboards
mounted on them. There was a stout, wooden teacher's desk at the front
of the classroom and five rows of chairs in each classroom. Missy
counted the chairs and wondered to herself, "How are they going to
fill thirty chairs in each room?"

Her question was answered when about twenty minutes before show time,
William came out on stage and said, "It is time to announce the
winners in our Be an Extra in Lucinda's Show  contest. So, if you
bought a ticket, listen up! There are twenty-five male winners and
twenty-five female winners."

He held up a stiff sheet of paper and waved it as he said, "Before I
announce the names, I want to remind you that being an extra doesn't
mean you get to deal out any punishments. But it doesn't mean that you
will be receiving any punishments either- unless, that is, you make
special arrangements with Lucinda's people in advance. What you are
guaranteed to get, however, is the best seat in the house to watch a
variety of naked and almost-naked asses getting set on fire."

He lifted the sheet in front of his face and announced, "When I call
your name, please go back stage to get changed into your costumes." He
then began calling out names. As he called the names, people began
getting up and making their way down the grandstand and across the
track. Most of the men stood up silently and started walking. Most of
the women yelped with excitement as they scurried down the steps and
across the track.

"I have one more name," William said loudly. "Those of you who are
still holding on to your half of the tickets," he continued, "please
notice that it says very clearly in dark, bold print, that only one
prize can be claimed by any one person."

He laughed. "What that means," he said, holding up a half-dozen or so
ticket stubs, "is that BobbyJo Kowalski can win only once despite
having purchased a couple of hundred entries, seven of which were
drawn as a winner."

The audience laughed as a young blond woman leapt to her feet with a
loud "Yessss!"

"Miss Kowalski," William continued, "be assured that I have forwarded
to Headmistress Lucinda the request your wrote on each and every one
of your two hundred and thirty-seven entries." He held up one of the
ticket stubs and read loudly, "I want you to spank my naked ass until
it is beet red and then send me home naked and crying."

She buried her face in her hands for a moment and than raced down the
steps and ran around behind the stage.

"Headmistress Lucinda," he said with another laugh, "has promised me
that she will do her best to to honor such a heart-felt request."

The audience hooted and cheered loudly as he walked back off the
stage.

Fifteen minutes later it was two o'clock and William once again came
out on stage. He began with his standard, "Ladies and gentleman, this
day of punishment for our repentant terrorist is brought to you by
Lucinda's Schooltime Fantasies. Whether you are male or female...
whether you wish to experience a fantasy experience as a painfully
punished student or a severe, punishing teacher Lucinda has a complete
setting for you. Or, if you already have a classroom full of friends
who want to join in the fantasy, Headmistress Lucinda can give you a
group rate and orchestrate whatever scenario you have in mind."

He pointed behind him and said, "As you can see, we have two
classrooms set up today. Our teachers are Headmistress Lucinda,
herself, and the co-owner of Lucinda's Schooltime Fantasies, Herr
Heinrich Berger."

Both teachers walked out onto the stage and took their places behind
the desks. "Herr Berger wants me to make it clear that his Germanic
accent and demeanor is not an act or fantasy." William said. "He is
quite willing to discuss his background with you after the show...
providing you speak fluent, proper Hoch Deutch- known to us English
speakers as `High German.'"

The audience laughed lightly as the students began filing into the
classrooms through the doors in the middle wall. William continued,
"Lucinda's class- the one on stage left- is a form five class. Herr
Berger's class- the one on stage right- is a form six class. In both
classes there is one student who has been stripped of all privileges
because of her bad behavior- including the privilege of clothing."

BobbyJo Kowalski walked out of the door into Lucinda's classroom and
stood next to Lucinda's desk facing the audience. She was totally
naked except for a collar and chains similar to what missy was
wearing. The golden down between her legs was already wet and
glistening. The crowd clapped and screamed obscene comments as she
stepped into the classroom. She turned pink as they hooted and then
immediately became deep red when one loud voice cried out, "I'm going
to post pictures of this on the company website, honeybunch. Your dad
is going to love the publicity for his firm."

William waited for the crowd to quiet slightly and then put his hand
to his chin as if he were thinking deeply. "I wonder," he said
dramatically, "who will play the part of the badly-behaving student in
the sixth form class?"

The audience began to laugh and applaud as missy's cage began to
slowly descend into Herr Berger's classroom.

"Oh, that's right!" William exclaimed. "We already have a
badly-behaved young woman with us today who is custom made for the
role."

He met the cage as it settled onto the stage floor. He opened the door
to allow missy to step out, but did not remove her collar, manacles or
shackles as he normally did. He said something to her and she went to
stand alongside Herr Berger's desk. It was now obvious that both naked
girls were wearing identical collars, chains, and restraints.

Both Headmistress Lucinda and Herr Berger spoke at the same time. They
said exactly the same words and their voices blended as if in a duet
with Herr Berger's deep voice and Germanic accent creating a strange
harmony with Lucinda's crisp, almost British English. "Class," they
said, "this is what happens when you refuse to obey the rules. Before
this unruly student takes her seat and joins us, she will receive
three of my best while lying over my desk."

They then both pointed at the front of their desks. Missy knew the
drill and stood against the desk with her upper body laying on the
hard wood. BobbyJo had to be moved into the proper position by the
Headmistress.

"Count each stroke," the two voices said. At first they were slightly
out of sync, but by the time they said the word "stroke," they once
again had unison.

There was a pause of several seconds then the canes came down quickly.
The "Snap!" of the two canes were not quite exactly together. One
sounded almost like an echo of the other. The two screams, however,
were blended together as one from the beginning.

The second "Snap!" was exactly synchronized. The screams the second
time began together, but one of the girls- probably BobbyJo-
immediately took her scream into a very high soprano range.

The third "Snap!" was also done in unison. Again BobbyJo's scream rose
in pitch so that it became more of a screech before finally fading
away.

"Show me your ass," both teachers commanded, and the girls rose from
the desks and faced away from the teachers. The stage lights shining
down on them both glistened slightly on the inside of their upper
thighs.

"The proper way to display the marks of your punishment," the teachers
said in unison, "is to bend at the waist and place your palms on the
floor about a meter in front of your feet."

Both girls did so.

Headmistress Lucinda stared at BobbyJo's ass impassively. Herr Berger
reached out and traced each of the three welts with his finger,
allowing his digit to follow the skin deep within the fold of the
crease of her ass cheeks.

"Now display yourself to the class," both instructed.

BobbyJo and missy both turned and resumed their humiliating position
with they asses pointed out toward the audience which thundered their
approval. After several moments both teachers said, "You may now take
your seat." 

BobbyJo and missy sat tenderly in the empty front row center desk in
their respective classrooms. The ancient, hard, wood was immediately
very uncomfortable. Missy responded with a slight yelp and a visible
wince as she sat down. BobbyJo sighed and gave a very small moan of
pleasure.

Both teachers now went to the blackboards and began to write in
old-fashioned white chalk, "The lesson for today is..." That is as far
as either of them got before loud yelling from behind the set caused
them to set down their chalk and walk over to the door of the
classroom. Headmistress Lucinda rushed into the "hallway" between the
classrooms. More yelling could be heard which suddenly stopped when
Lucinda's voice snapped out, "Both of you! Come with me! Now!"

She marched back into sight through the door to the form six classroom
with two young women dressed as teacher s trailing behind her. One of
the women was a rather large blond with obvious Nordic heritage. The
other was a slight, almost frail, Asian.

"What was so important," the Headmistress began sternly, "that you
felt it was appropriate to disrupt not only my class but also Herr
Bergen's?"

The petite Asian girl said, "We were arguing, Ma'am."

"And what were you arguing about?" Herr Bergen interjected. His German
accent made his voice sound very angry.

"This slant-eyed Peter Pan," the Nordic blonde said derisively,
"thinks that she is better with the cane than I am."

"That's because," the Asian said, "this Viking buffalo cow thinks that
size and strength are all that is needed to mete out proper
punishment." She smiled out at the audience before continuing. "She's
wrong."

"One of you is making false statements," the Headmistress said, "and
lies must be punished."

"I'm the best," said the blonde. "That's not a lie. That's the truth."

The Asian girl huffed loudly and said, "She's not telling the truth,
but she doesn't know yet that she is lying."

"I guess we will have to test you both in some fashion," Lucinda said.
"We will have you give three of your best to one of the students and
see who gives out the better punishment."

"Who will be receiving the strokes?" Herr Berger asked. 

The Headmistress looked at the front row and said, "Oh, I think I can
find someone."

"Slave missy!" she said loudly and missy jumped up from her chair. "Go
into the other classroom and bring BobbyJo here."

Missy walked out the door into the hidden hallway and shortly
afterwards appeared in the other classroom. She stood in front of
BobbyJo and raised her eyebrows. Since she heard everything that was
said on the other side of the stage, BobbyJo didn't need any
explanation. She stood up and walked with missy back to Herr Bergen's
classroom.

When they entered, the Headmistress ordered, "Both of you come here."
She was now standing forward of the classroom set near the front of
the stage. "And one of you bring Herr Bergen's chair with you."

The six of them gathered around the chair at the front of the stage.
"I think we need another chair," Herr Bergen said. Turning to BobbyJo
he ordered, "Bring the one from the other classroom.

BobbyJo padded across the stage and retrieved the chair from behind
Lucinda's desk. The audience chuckled slghtly when she entered the
classroom through stage front rather than going back through the
hallway doors.

Herr Bergen set the chairs near the front of the stage about three
feet apart with the seats of the chairs inward. He then motioned for
the two girls to stand facing the backs of the chairs. "After I
blindfold you," he said in his thick accent, "you will bend over the
back of the chair and grab the front of the seat. You WILL hold that
position until you are told that you may stand up."

He then wrapped a black piece of cloth around their eyes and pressed
his hand into the center of their backs pushing them over the top of
the chair. Their asses were now forced prominently up. 

Headmistress Lucinda handed a cane to the blonde and to the Asian.
"You will each deliver three of your best to one of the girls and then
switch. Afterwards we will ask them who was worse."

The huge blond stood behind missy while the petite Asian stood behind
BobbyJo. "One," the Headmistress said and they both struck with the
canes. BobbyJo and missy seemed to screech at about the same level.

"Two!" Missy's feet were dancing beneath her as she attempted to stay
still over the back of the chair.

"Three!" Now it was BobbyJo's turn to dance as she gasped and shrieked
from the pain.

"Switch," ordered the Headmistress, and the two instructors stepped
around to the other girl.

"One!" came the command and both canes swished down to land with a
loud "Snap!" against the upturned asses. Missy yelped with a very
high-pitched scream. BobbyJo's feet both came up off the floor as she
screamed out "God!" The audience applauded.

"Two!" The "Snap!" this time seemed even louder. So did both girls
screams.

"Three!" Both the Nordic giant and the small Asian grunted slightly as
they brought their canes down in their final stroke.

"Aiiiieeee" both missy and BobbyJo screamed out. Both also let go of
the seat of the chair and stood upright frantically rubbing their
behinds.

"I don't think our test worked," Herr Bergen said. "Obviously both
instructors caned much harder on the second set. We will have to
figure out something else."

Lucinda turned to missy and BobbyJo and said, "You may return to your
classrooms." She smiled and then said sweetly, "Please remember to sit
quietly while we sort this out."

Neither missy nor BobbyJo looked like they really wanted to sit-
quietly nor not- but both returned to their front row center seats and
very tenderly sat down.

Herr Bergen held up his hand. "I just remembered," he said, "of a
caning contest that my professors used to talk about. It was back in
the old days and it was an argument very much like this one. Two women
both claimed to be the best at administering the cane."

"How did they solve it?" Lucinda asked.

"It was simple," he replied. "The two women traded stroke for stroke
and the first one to give up was the loser."

He turned one of the chairs so that it was facing up stage and then
said, "Remove your skirts."

Both instructors dropped their skirts to the floor and stood there in
plain white school-style panties.

"I think this should be on the bare," said the Headmistress and both
girls lowered their panties to their knees. The large blond had a
thick thatch of hair between her legs that hung down almost like a
blond beard. The Asian, on the other hand, had a black, well-trimmed,
triangle between her legs.

"You will need to be able to move your legs when you administer the
cane," Herr Bergen said wearily as he reached up with his foot and
pressed the Asian's panties to the floor so she could step out of
them.

"You will be first over the chair," he said firmly as he looked down
at the petite teacher.

This was the point where the Lucinda's presentation left the script.
The two young women had been given an exact scenario up to this point.
They had even properly memorized their lines. But who would win this
contest was not determined by the script. To insure that the two girls
gave a good performance, Lucinda had promised a significant cash prize
to the winner and an equally significant punishment to the loser. From
this point on, this was a real contest.

The Asian leaned over the chair to present her thin ass to her
opponent. There was a loud swish and an even louder "Snap!" as the
cane struck her ass cheeks. You could see her muscles tighten as she
dealt with the pain, but she said nothing.

"Change," the Headmistress ordered and the blond took the Asian's
place over the back of the chair.

When the dark haired girl swung the cane, the swish was not quite as
loud and the "Snap!" of the cane meeting flesh was definitely much
softer. The blond gasped slightly, but otherwise did not acknowledge
the blow.

The crowd began buzzing with conversation as various people compared
the two women's caning abilities and ability to withstand pain. A
significant number of bets were made about who would end up giving up
first. The odds were greatly in favor of the larger woman, but some
people will always bet on the underdog.

Once the petite Asian had draped herself over the chair, the blond
delivered her second stroke. The "Snap!" was even louder than the
first time and a second welt appeared across the dark-haired girl's
ass, criss-crossing the first. She yelped slightly, but controlled
herself enough to keep from crying out.

It was then the blonde's turn to present her ass to her opponent. The
stroke was obviously much less powerful than what the blonde had
delivered... but it was in exactly the same place as the first stroke.
The blonde grunted slightly but otherwise ignored the stroke.

And so it went for stroke after stroke. The blonde slowly turned the
smaller girl's ass red and purple, but the little Asian would not give
up. Meanwhile, the single welt across the blonde's substantial ass
became deeper and deeper and began to seep blood.

After ten strokes had been traded, both women were no longer able to
hold back their screams of pain. On the eleventh stroke, the smaller
girl's "Aiieeee!" echoed through the stands. She staggered slightly as
she stood up and the crowd held its breath waiting for her to give up
or collapse.

The blonde then placed herself over the chair and the Asian began her
swing. Unlike her first ten swings, this time she turned her body as
she brought the cane up over her shoulder. Then spinning her body and
putting all of her weight and strength into the swing she brought the
cane down with all her might. The extra effort did not affect her aim.
The eleventh stroke landed in the groove created by the first ten
strikes.

This time the "Snap!" was louder than anything to that point. And the
blonde's scream was unbelievably loud. She jumped up to her feet and
grabbed at her ass. "Oh God! Oh God!" she cried out. "Oh God that
hurts! That hurts so bad! I can't take any more. I give up! I give up!
I give up!" 

The Asian girl held her hands above her head in a Rocky-like pose and
danced around the front of the stage. Several crewmen in black hustled
up onto the stage. Two of them helped the blonde leave by the side
steps while a third escorted the winner. The petite Asian did her
Rocky dance once more as she left the stage. As she did so and faced
the audience, her neatly trimmed black thatch glistened in the light.
She may not have been turned on by pain, but winning had definitely
gotten her juices flowing.

Lucinda and Herr Bergen picked up their chairs and walked back to
their classrooms and stepped behind their desks. The lights on the
stage left classroom dimmed as Headmistress Lucinda sat behind her
desk. On stage right, Herr Bergen began writing on the board.

Almost as soon as his back was turned, the girl next to missy slipped
a note onto her desk. Missy looked over at the girl. She appeared to
be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was very dark, almost black, but her
skin was very, very pale. For some reason the words "black Irish" came
into missy's head.

The girl pointed to the note and missy glanced down at it. The note
said, "Would you like to have sex with me? Check yes or no." There
were two small appropriately labeled boxes below the note.

Missy gasped and tried to hand the note back but the girl wouldn't
take it. Instead she looked missy in the eyes and stuck out her
tongue. With her eyebrows raised as if asking a question she reached
up with the tip of her tongue and touched the front of her nose... and
then slid her tongue on up the bridge of her nose for another inch
before pulling it back into her mouth.

She smiled and mouthed the words, "Size matters."

Both girls jumped in their chairs and their heads snapped back to
facing forward as Herr Bergan's hand slammed down on his desk. "There
is no talking in my classroom," he bellowed. "And no passing of notes
between students."

He was now standing directly in front of missy staring down at her
with his hands on his hips. "Give me the note," he growled and held
out his hand.

Missy wasn't sure what to do. She knew the girl sitting next to her
was one of the participants from the audience, so she wasn't sure if
this was part of the scenario or not. She looked over at the
black-haired girl.

"This is my fantasy," the girl said softly. "And I don't have to pay
to go to one of Lucinda's camps to live it out."

Missy handed the note to Herr Bergen who held it up and began to read
in his heavy German accent, "Would you like to have sex with me? Check
yes or no."

He looked over the small piece of paper at missy and said, "I see you
have checked yes."

At first missy thought that he was adding that for dramatic effect,
but then she realized that while the girl's lizard-like tongue was
sticking out, she had, indeed, checked yes.

"First we will punish you for receiving- and answering- this note," he
said loudly. "Then we will find an appropriate punishment for Fraulein
Kelly O'Grady."

He reached down and effortlessly lifted missy to her feet. "Assume the
position over the desk," he said gruffly. "Receiving notes in class is
6 with the leather paddle. Sending notes is twelve."

"Eighteen strokes!" thought missy. "I won't survive that from him!"
Then she realized exactly what the old German had said. "He said with
the leather paddle, not the cane. I can handle that."

As missy took her place in front of the desk, Herr Bergen reached into
the middle drawer and pulled out a small pillow. He placed that on the
front edge of the desk and said, "Prepare yourself."

Missy wasn't sure how she was supposed to prepare herself for a dozen
and a half smacks with a leather paddle, but she draped herself across
the desk with the pillow centered so that it padded her groin and
protected it from the rough edge of the wooden desk.

"Count them," the teacher ordered and almost immediately followed that
with his first swat. The loud "Smack!" of the leather slamming into
missy's ass reverberated through the stands.

"Aaaaahh!" she screamed and then recovered herself so that she could
shout out "One, sir!"

He slammed into her ass again. ""Aaaaahh! Two, sir!"

Herr Bergen was as precise as the best machine. His swats were exactly
two seconds apart and were always applied with exactly the same force.
Each "Smack!" was exactly the same as the one before it.

Missy's response was nearly identical. She would cry out and then yell
the proper number. But the regular pace and constant strength of the
swats allowed her to go into the pain. By the time the fifteenth swat
was delivered, her cry had softened to "Ahhhhh" and was as much
passion as pain. After she finally counted the final "Eighteen, sir!"
she continued to lay face down on the desk moaning softly- not in
pain, but in need.

"Turn longwise on the desk and turn over onto your back," Herr Bergen
now ordered.

Missy wasn't sure what he wanted and apparently didn't move fast
enough for him. He grabbed her legs and spun her body ninety degrees.
He then growled, "Back!" and missy flipped over so that she was face
up on the desk.

"Surely he isn't going to use the paddle on my front," she said to
herself. When he next told her to raise her knees, she began to
tremble in fear. Her cunt was now very exposed to the paddle he was
tapping against his palm.

"Miss O'Grady," he barked out. "Come here." He was pointing down to
the floor next to him.
The girl scrambled over to his side. "I think I know the perfect
punishment for you, Fraulein," he said as he slapped the leather
paddle harder against his palm.

"You wanted to have sex with this slave, didn't you?"

She nodded her head.

"You can't wait to put that snake tongue of yours into her juicy twat,
isn't that right?"

She again nodded her head.

"You imagine yourself naked with her taking her as high as a woman can
go, don't you?"

This time her head nodded vigorously.

"Then don't you think you should get naked?"

She started to nod her head once again, but suddenly startled and
began rapidly removing her school uniform. To the surprise of some,
she was wearing nothing beneath the pleated skirt. Her cunt was
hairless except for a thin strip of her very black hair that ran from
the top of her slit almost to her naval. The effect was to accentuate
her slit and make it look much larger than it was.

"Now," the teacher said firmly, "you are going to get your wish. You
are going to lick this slave until she comes at least twice." He
laughed slightly. The laugh sounded very ominous and artificial. "And
all the while that you are licking her cunt, I will be pounding your
ass with this leather paddle."

The dark haired girl's legs buckled slightly before she recovered
herself. She didn't look afraid, however, she looked extremely
aroused. She turned and put her hands on missy's knees. She bent over
as she spread missy's legs. Missy's "Ahhhhh" was almost as loud as it
had been on the sixteenth swat as the girl's tongue touched her labia.

The leather paddle slammed down on Kelly's ass with a resounding
"Smack!" but she didn't respond at all. Instead she pushed her face
deeper between missy's legs and began forcing her tongue into missy's
gushing snatch.

Kelly made no sound as the paddle slammed into her ass, but missy's
ever increasing grunts and cries of passion kept exact time with the
paddle. Missy's knees were now over Kelly's shoulders and her hips
were rocking up to meet the thrusts of Kelly's mouth and tongue.

Kelly's huge tongue slipped out of missy's cunt and slid upward to
smother her clit with a long wet embrace. Missy was starting to wail
and slam her hands against the top of the desk. It was obvious that
she was very close to orgasm. Kelly suddenly pushed her shoulders
forward with all her might and rolled missy's ass upward off the
desktop.   She planted her mouth directly over missy's clit and slid
her tongue downward into missy's slit while at the same time sucking
heavily on that sensitive pleasure nub. Herr Bergen's paddle was now
driving Kelly's own clit against the side edge of the desk. She began
to shake and quiver as she mashed her face against missy's sex.

Missy's wail suddenly became a loud scream as she tightened her legs
and body against Kelly's shoulders. Except for her own shoulders,
missy's body was now lifted totally off the desktop. Kelly threw back
her head, which was now clamped tightly between missy's legs, and
added her own primal scream of pleasure to missy's orgasmic howl. 

Herr Bergen stood with the paddle by his side, breathing heavily from
the exertion. After he regained his breath he said, "That was
thirty-two swats, but I'm not sure that it was punishment." He pointed
at the front row of student desks and added, "But I think remaining in
your seats for the rest of the class will complete the punishment."

Kelly stood slowly and started to pick up her clothing, but Herr
Berger said curtly, "You have lost that privilege. You will remain
without your uniform for the remainder of the class. Kelly returned to
her seat naked. She winced slightly as she sat down, but smiled and
stared dreamily at missy as she walked over to her seat.

Missy also winced slightly, but she was still in a post-orgasmic haze
and really didn't feel the burn as her ass touched the hard wood.

The lights now dimmed on stage-right and came up on stage-left.
Headmistress Lucinda was sitting at her desk shuffling through a stack
of papers. "I am very disturbed," she said gravely, "by what I am
seeing in these standardized yearly tests." Looking up at the class
she continued, "It is obvious that five of my students have cheated on
this exam."

She then called out five names and told two girls and three boys to
step to the front of the room. They did so and she had them stand in a
line facing the class.

"This test is the same each year," she explained, "and it is very
apparent that you five were given the answers in advance of the test
by a form six student who kept the answers from last year and created
a cheat sheet for you. You will each receive a zero on the test and
six strokes with the wooden paddle."

She looked out at the class once again and said, "And in case any of
you are wondering how I was so quick to discover this trickery, the
test questions are identical each year, but the order of the questions
is changed. All five students had the same horrid score of nineteen on
the exam." Facing the five she added, "Even without your scores being
thrown out, you all failed the exam."

She began to pace up and down in front of the line of students. "What
I want to know before your punishment begins," she said sternly, "is
who gave you last year's answers. He or she will share in your
punishment as well as receive three with the cane."

The five answered in unison, "It was slave missy, Ma'am."

Lucinda turned to BobbyJo and said, "Go to the other classroom and
tell Herr Bergen that I need slave missy in my classroom." BobbyJo
jumped up and scampered through the doors over to the other classroom.
A few moments later she returned with missy. Missy looked confused and
afraid. Neither her confusion nor her fear was an act.

"Slave missy," the Headmistress said sternly as soon as she entered
the room, "these students have informed me that you helped them cheat
on this year's standardized exam." Missy started to say something but
Lucinda cut her off with "Don't bother to deny it. It is exactly the
type of conduct I would expect from a student who has already lost all
privileges."

She then instructed the five to prepare themselves for punishment. The
five- all participants selected in the lottery- either tucked their
skirts into their waistbands or lowered their pants, depending on
whether they were female or male. Lucinda then pulled missy into the
line and arranged them boy-girl-boy-girl-boy-girl in a small circle at
the front of the room. By the time they were finished, they were each
bent over so that their chest was resting on the rear end of the next
one in the circle.

"This punishment will be passed through your circle six times," she
said as she had the boy leaning on missy's back move back slightly and
support himself with his hands on his knees. "I will give the first
stroke and then you will pass it on to the person in front of you
until it has gone all the way around the circle. The last one will
return the paddle to me and I will start the next round. Do you
understand that?"

Everyone except missy answered in a sing-song unison, "Yes,
Headmistress Lucinda, we understand."

Missy tried to relax her ass muscles, but she was too nervous. This
was a solid wooden paddle, not a slapstick. It was going to hurt!

It did. She yelped as the solid wood slammed into her asscheeks. It
wasn't as hard as she had expected, but it was still a very loud
"Smack!" as wood struck flesh.

The Headmistress then lifted up on missy's shoulder and raised her to
the standing position. She handed her the paddle and said, "Now you
pass that swat around to your co-conspirators."

Missy did as she was instructed. She tried to hit with the same force
that the Headmistress had used on her, but the stinging from her
nether regions encouraged her to give just a little bit more than she
had received.

Because the young man was wearing underwear, the "Smack!" was nowhere
near as loud as it had been when the paddle hit her bare flesh, but
his yelp of pain was at least as loud as hers had been.

"Now hand him the paddle," Lucinda instructed and missy did so.

The young man passed on the swat which he had received. The "Smack!"
this time was a little sharper than it had been when the paddle met
his ass. That was apparently because the girl's panties were much
thinner than his underwear, or perhaps because they covered less and a
portion of the paddle struck bare flesh. In any case it was sharper
and slightly louder. The girl's yelp of pain was also louder.

After the young man passed the paddle on to the girl, he bent over
with his hands on his knees and the Headmistress guided missy down
into position against his back. The girl's swat which she delivered to
the next young man was less sharp, but it was definitely louder. He
grunted rather than yelping, but it was a very loud grunt.

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.

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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