Chapter 9: Punishment
I was placed on my hands and knees, my head through the middle of the stocks. Instinctively, I hung my head. Master's hand raised it by my chin and he looked me in the eye. "Oh no my pet, you're going to need to have your head up for this. And you'll want to see what happens to Aidan, I'm sure."
A growing murmur told me the village men were approaching and I turned my head in their direction. Sure enough, an army of them were literally running towards the courtyard, bulges apparent in the crotches of most of them. Whatever was in store for me, these men apparently had seen it before and enjoyed it.
Aidan was led to the platform across from me and made to lie on his back, legs spread and restrained to the legs. His arms were raised above his head and shackled to the bench. Mistress came out and spread something on his already erect member, crooning softly to him; admonishing him. He didn't look very concerned so I assumed his part of the punishment wasn't too awful. Mistress leaned down to him and whispered something in his ear, pointing in my direction. At this, Aidan's eyes widened and he began to shake his head in disagreement. I could hear parts of what he was saying, and it seemed he was trying to take the blame for what had occurred in the stable, absolving me of any blame. Mistress just shook her head and as she stood to walk away I heard her tell him it was time he learned that others paid a heavy price for his indiscretions.
I had only been on my knees for a few moments and already they were beginning to ache. The men from the village were standing between Aidan and me, murmuring amongst them. I strained to catch snippets of their conversations but couldn't make out anything. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jean Claude reappear, dressed formidably in leather pants, bare-chested except for a combination leather suspender and harness that criss-crossed his chest. In his hand was a riding crop. He stood before me, silently taking practice swings with the crop through the air.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy this I think," Jean Claude muttered as he knelt before me. "Do you have any idea what's about to happen little maid?" He laughed huskily. "Of course you don't. Up until now you've been a pampered little thing, haven't you?" Taking the tip of the crop, Jean Claude caressed my face, up and down one cheek, then the other, all the while talking softly to me, as if trying to soothe an excited mare. "By the time I'm through with you, your ass will be as red as rose. And that's not all. Master's devised something very special for our American cock hound. Something very special indeed."
"Jean Claude, please assume your position." Master had walked over to us and he took Jean Claude's place by my head. In one hand he carried a leather satchel; similar to one I'd seen the village children carry their schoolbooks in. I knew the case held nothing as innocent as grammar school books. "Annie," he began in a voice that seemed to echo through the court yard, "What I walked in on this morning was inexcusable." Master's voice had lost the cold emotionless quality it had earlier, and now he seemed to take on the role of admonishing parent. "You were told of the rules on your first day here, yet you have continually disobeyed them and flaunted my authority. I cannot have that. Disobedience breeds disorder. Disorder breeds chaos. With chaos, the quality of life we have here at Hillenbroke cannot exist. An example must be set, for you as well as for," Master paused and looked briefly at Aidan, "others in our community so that you remember why you are here and to whom you belong."
Master reached into the bag and pulled something out. He concealed the bulk of it in his hands, but I could see two leather straps that connected to each other and I assumed it was a gag of some sort. Part of me relaxed. So I was to be whipped with the riding crop, gagged so as to keep from screaming in pain. Alright, I could handle that. I was by no means prepared for what happened next.
Master rose and faced the villagers, the object still concealed in his hand. "Gentlemen, I've asked you hear this morning to bear witness and also so that you will all be aware of the terms of this creature's punishment. She was caught acting like a common harlot in the stables with my groom. How perfectly cliché, no?" His question brought chuckles from the men. "After being strictly instructed NOT to play with other members of the household unless her master or mistress had approved and were watching, she enticed this poor young man," at this he pointed to Aidan and continued. "She enticed this poor young man and ensnared him in one of the objects of his own profession. From there she proceeded to not only fondle herself, but him as well. Teasing and toying with him, denying him release from his erection." Master began pacing back and forth in front of me as he spoke. "Now, we've discovered that our little Annie has a particular fondness for fellatio. In fact, she quite enjoys it. Don't you Annie?" He turned and looked at me, waiting for my answer.
"Yes sir." I mumbled.
"Speak up girl. Tell the men here what you enjoy."
I felt my face flush with embarrassment. It was bad enough that these strangers knew what occurred within the walls of this house, but to shame me publicly like this…I hadn't counted on that. I had no idea what Master expected of me, but assumed the more graphic I was in my answer, the quicker this part of the punishment would be over. "Yes, Master. I like to suck cock. I crave it. I love having a man between my lips, in my mouth."
There were plenty of amused murmurings among the villagers at that, along with the usual nudges and knowing winks.
"As you can see, our pet shows an unbelievable amount of spirit and pride. Not to mention willfulness. Since she is so fond of this particular act, I have retrieved one of my more favorite instruments." He let the gag drop from his hands and held it tauntingly just inches away from my face. I felt myself go red with embarrassment again. Instead of the customary ball gag which I had seen in the magazines Amber would smuggle into the library, a 7" phallus was attached to the straps. Phallus is actually a polite way of describing it. Monster cock would be more true to form. Without further preparation or discussion, Master pried open my mouth, shoved the gag in as far as it would go and secured it tightly at the back of my neck. I could feel the head of the fake cock hitting the back of my throat and I began to gag reflexively. Master began stroking my hair. "Annie, now come on. I've seen you handle similar tools before with no problem. Just relax my pet. Relax and enjoy that sensation of a hard and ready cock in your mouth."
Tears began streaming down my face as I tried to accustom myself to the object invading my mouth. How long would this go on? My knees were killing me and after only a few moments of being stretched wide open, my mouth felt like it was going to rip apart. Master ignored my tears and resumed his introduction to my punishment.
"Not only was she fondling herself and playing with this young buck's cock, but when I arrived on the scene it was apparent she had every intention of losing her virginity." Shocked whispers traveled across the courtyard, which confused me. Why would these men give two drops in a bucket how I lost my virginity? Master continued, moving to stand behind me, beside Jean Claude I assumed since I was unable to turn my head. "She has forgotten who owns her. She has forgotten for whose pleasure she exists. As I said before, an example must be made, a lesson taught. Jean Claude will perform the role of executioner…"
My head snapped up at that last word. Executioner??!!?? In vain I tried to express my distress, my unwillingness for this to go any further. In response, I felt Master's hand on the back of my head, smoothing my hair. "Purely an expression of speech, Annie. It simply means he will dole out your punishment. Or at least a portion of it. Remember I told you that you would learn how pain could bring pleasure?"
I nodded, sobbing against the phallus in my mouth at the embarrassment of it all, of the shame of what I was feeling. As Master continued speaking I felt myself growing more and more excited, my pussy getting more and moister, as if anticipating the sting of the crop against my ass.
