The girl was awoken from her sleep by two guards. One issued a sharp command, "Up!" and she immediately obeyed. The other guard hastily attached a chain to her slave collar and jerked it sharply so she immediately followed.
She was naked save for her slave collar, padding barefoot behind the guards as they entered the hallway and approached the stairs. The girl had never been up these stairs and knew not what was awaiting her, she anxiously followed, not daring to speak, as her feet touched the cool stairs. The two guards led her along a corridor, occasionally jerking the leash so she followed dutifully.
They stopped. One guard opened the door and flung her into the room. She was greeted by a lavish bedroom, obviously the Masters bed chamber, she looked around at the fine things in the room, the sweet smells, her attention was drawn to a black satin futon bed on the floor, a single rope hanging over its centre.
One guard snapped his fingers and issued another short command. "kneel" pointing at the futon bed.
She knelt feeling the crisp satin sheet on her knees, the guard gripped her wrists and pulled them up as the other bound her wrists with the rope, she was left stretched but on her knees, her nipples rising as she felt the subtle joy as her wrists were bound, humiliated by being naked in the presence of these simple soldiers. She could smell the leather of their uniforms, her slave heat began to build.
The two guards unclipped slave whips from their belts, she looked up at both of them, half pleading and half lustful, knowing she would secretly enjoy being whipped by these men. But why had she been brought here to be whipped, normally a girl was flogged at the whipping post in the courtyard. She was puzzled, panting already as she knew that she must have been brought here to be punished.
She gulped surprise as the two guards retreated behind her. She was left there kneeling, prickling with anticipation, feeling the guards eyes on her. She closed her eyes and waited for the lashes.