I couldn't believe that so many members of my family were treating me like some sort of naked plaything. Even my sixty-two-year-old grandmother slapped me on my ass whenever I walked past her. And my Aunt Emma would grab one of my nipples and roll it between her fingers whenever I leaned over to refill her drink.
My family peppered Anna with questions about our relationship. They wanted to know if Anna ever got to spank me or if that was the sole privilege of Princess Bedrohlich. Anna explained that the Princess shared that honor with a few other women. Anna was then pressed for details about who was allowed to punish me and how brutal were my punishments.
"Candice had always seemed so wholesome to me," Claudia commented as I went around the table. "She was a real girl next door type. It's hard to believe that she gets turned on by demeaning stuff like forced nudity and humiliation."
"It's not so hard to believe," Princess Bedrohlich replied. "Just place your hand between her legs and feel how wet she is."
I was taken completely off guard when Claudia worked her hand between my legs and roughly took hold of my pink slit. I was so shocked by the sudden pawing at my sensitive pubic lips that I dropped the platter I had been holding and it crashed to the floor.
Claudia's hand was still clutching at my wet sex when Princess Bedrohlich admonished me for my clumsiness and announced that I would have to be punished for failing to perform up to her exacting standards.
I apologized and retrieved the platter from the floor. Then I begged Princess Bedrohlich for forgiveness.
"You know better than that, Candice," Princess Bedrohlich replied. "Sloppiness in a slave cannot be forgiven. Slaves must learn to serve properly, and the penalties for failure must always be painful."
Then, to add to my humiliation, Princess Bedrohlich proclaimed that it would be one of my friends or relatives who would punish me.
"After we have all finished with this sumptuous meal, one of you will have the pleasure of whipping our naked slave girl," Princess Bedrohlich declared. "The person who has that honor will be decided by a game of Capture the Queen."
It turned out that Capture the Queen was a remarkably simple game. Princess Bedrohlich would hold open a large leather pouch containing twenty-four chess pieces. Most of the pieces in the bag were pawns, however, there was one queen. People would reach into the bag without looking into it and pull one piece out. Whoever pulled the queen out of the bag would be the lucky woman to whip my naked flesh.
It was my Aunt Emma who ended up with the queen; she held it up, her face lit up with a wicked smile. It seemed to me that she was enjoying this too much. No woman should be so visibly delighted to whip the naked body of their niece. The sadistic joy on her face made me flinch.
"Candice, clear away the dirty dishes," Princess Bedrohlich ordered. "When you're finished, come kneel on the table so your aunt can whip you."
The eyes of more than two dozen women stared fixedly at my nudity as I cleared the dishes away and deposited them into the kitchen sink so they could be washed later. My friends, neighbors, aunts, cousins and even my grandmother openly eyeballed my naked breasts and bald pubes as I made multiple trips from the dining room to the kitchen and back to the dining room again. I'd bet good money they were also checking out my ass as I walked away.
When I was done clearing everything away, I was trembling. My body thrummed with anxiety and crushing humiliation as I knew I was to kneel in front of my Aunt Emma to be sadistically punished while my friends and family watched.
Chairs were pulled away from the large dining room table so I could climb up upon it. Then I was ordered to turn and face my aunt.
"Kneel," Princess Bedrohlich commanded me, "and place your hands behind your neck. Interlink your fingers. Spread your legs wide, arch your spine and pull your elbows back. Stick your breasts out and make them inviting targets for your aunt to whip."
I whimpered and felt my face heat up with shame as I obeyed. I thrust my chest up and out as my Aunt Emma was handed a leather flog with long, thin strips. I'd been whipped with whips remarkably similar to the one my Aunt Emma had just been given. It wasn't the worst whip in the world, but I knew that it would sting.
"You're not going to whip her breasts, are you?" Aimee asked. "A woman is so sensitive there!"
"Her breasts are so perfect and inviting," my Aunt Emma replied to Aimee. "And her pink nipples are so hard and deliciously erect. It's like they've been begging for my attention all night."
"She needs this," Princess Bedrohlich opined. "Slaves need to be punished often. It fulfills an emotional need. A slave who isn't punished feels neglected."
In a weird way, Princess Bedrohlich was correct. I feared punishments, however, I also needed them. They were a huge part of my sexual identity. If I were not punished, I would feel as if my overseers no longer valued me or found me sexually desirable. Truth be told, stinging handprints and whip marks on my naked skin made me feel somehow proud. The more I suffered, the more I felt as if I had achieved some impressive accomplishment.
My aunt proved to be a competent sadist. Her whip sliced across my vulnerable, young breasts with a frenzy of sharp, biting impacts. She whipped me sideways across my vulnerable chest, followed by a succession of lashes downward, leaving very faint traces of whip marks all along my upper and lower abdominal muscles, hips, and thighs. I was ordered to remain still as my aunt whipped me and I flinched only a little, although every one of her lashes stung.
When she was whipping my breasts, she seemed to be aiming for my nipples, scorching the thin, leather strips of her whip across my hard, sensitive nipples each time.
"Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhh
!" I screamed as my breasts were cruelly abused. My cousins, my aunts and even my grandmother seemed to enjoy my screams of pain. And then my Aunt Emma utterly surprised me by aiming her next stroke between my legs.
"
Gaaawwwwd noooooooo!"
I screamed as the sizzling cut of my aunt's whip sizzled directly across my plump, pink labia.