This is a self-contained story involving the third unfortunate who was punished in the Punishment Day Festival story, Lady Tehana Olaga (a princess of the royal desert matriarchy married into a prominent family in the east).
It also, as per reader feedback, includes a reappearance of the "punishment bow," a disciplinary implement that looks like the bow for a violin or cello but, when drawn across the skin, it can deliver a "lash" as though a whip!
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Lady Tehana Olaga rode in the carriage. She had a thickly padded seat and every jolt or bump still plagued her. Under her fine dress, she wore an inserted phallus large and deep within her vagina. Around her, the other fine ladies--who were very, very well aware of it--chatted happily, ignoring her discomfort.
It had been different before the Punishment Day Festival. She had been wed to Lord Ernst Olaga, a man with substantial holdings in the core-lands. Her mother--the Matriarch Queen of the Kanari desert Queendom had assigned her young daughter to finally wed into the royalty of the green-lands under the Crown and Throne, thus, finally, joining their two empires. Now the green lands had ties across The Land and its paws deep into the Kanari lands.
She had resented being sent to a man who was not a prince (high status, to be sure. Wealthy, certainly. Powerful? Yes. Handsome? She supposed. But not a prince--and her mother--the desert regent--sat on her throne, her guard of river spirts appearing as terribly huge crocodiles, glaring at their mistress' daughter like she would be good to eat, had commanded her to to be wed and to serve under her new husband.
She had traveled in luxury to the green-lands. She was, after all, a prize. Here, her dark skin was exotic, and her husband had been enthralled and, to her surprise, indulgent. He had told her that he knew she was in a strange new land--that they had met only briefly, and that he was not what she had imagined in a union. This had all been true--but her mother had given her to understand that he would be brutish in the way of the green-land men. She was certainly expecting him to enjoy dominating her--something she was determined to fight in any way she could without triggering domestic discipline! She was certainly dominant of the boys and girls who served her, and she delighted in punishing them in ways the green-landers found exotic and fascinating.
She had expected the man to tire of her displeasure and plunge her into punishment--she had, in truth, felt herself above this non-prince. Sealed together, their families might be, but she thought he ought be the one serving in HER court--and she would have had him naked, leashed, and crawling. Here it was the reverse--and his tenderness with her was a further insult: as though he found her, despite her royal heritage, to be insufficient to warrant his wrath--that he felt her displacement and removal from her land and her friends to be a sufficient burden for her to bare.
In bed, he was well trained, and dominant in a way she was ashamed to admit she liked--but she did not finish and he did not even refuse her to spend! He allowed it--but she struggled to. She had masturbated in private on his toilets. She found the act of doing it THERE, degrading--which unfortunately helped her--but she knew she was misbehaving.
And, dreadfully, she was bored. The Ladies Circle of the Courts of DunnisUrom had welcomed her. These fine women, all dreadfully pale to her eyes--like death--had been nothing but warm and respectful. They had invited her to "garden parties" and to tournaments and to presentations of theater and music. They had explained their ways to her, knowing she was new to them.
She even had an open invitation to join them when they gathered at one of their houses to chatter and play games into the night (games, she was certain, would tend towards the erotic as the night wore on)--but she had stayed in her home in a melancholy, the ladies doubtless saw as sulking. And maybe it was.
This had changed when she was served with a writ from the order to appear at the Punishment Day Festival as an unfortunate! She had demanded her husband both confess that he had asked for her to be disciplined and retract the writ.
He had said he could not--but had seemed concerned to discover what had transpired to bring it to her.
She had fretted. Finally, the Ladies Circle had gotten out of her what was so vexing, and to her surprise, they had been sympathetic. She'd expected to be told she needed it. On the day when she had dangled there, naked and humiliated, bawling and humbled, she had had her first orgasm in the green lands, wetting her disciplinarian's apron with her spurt.
Her humiliation had reached frequencies she did not know existed, and the terrible knowledge that the Circle ladies were all there in the stands, smugly watching her subjugation, made her imagine long years of being distanced from them as she had been reduced in their eyes. Oh, she had cried!
When they came to her, immediately as she was taken to the recovery tent, she found she was shockingly grateful for their gentle attention as she wailed and suffered. The nurses attended her, but the ladies took shifts to sit with her, and caress her back, and whisper comforting words.
True to her promise, when the carriage brought her back to her husband's house in the high quarter, he, having arrived some hours ago, while she was in recovery--the ladies had circled about him, and convinced him to let them attend her in the tent--had met her, and she had tearfully embraced him and promised to attend him properly.
She had knelt on the floor in his large hall, wearing only a punishment shift--in full view of the servants, and taken his cock, and swallowed his spend. She had hated it--but she sobbed in his arms and asked him, again as promised, to make use of her anus as well as her sex--and to no longer concern himself with her orgasms.
She had sobbed against him in deep, dismal defeat.
Over the next days, though, the Ladies came-. It seemed they were on a schedule to see her--to coax her out of the shell she tried desperately to hide in. They were still kind in their words--but it was miserably clear to her, that she, Princess Tehana of the Kanari desert, was now the under-girl of the circle.
They marveled at her skin--and body--which they now saw more of because they tracked her domestic demerits, her husband was now keeping, and handled her discipline for them. They still took her to private feasts and exotic shows--and the garden parties--but now one or two of them would arrive early, expecting she be naked, and standing at an attention with her legs spread and her hands at the small of her back in the center of the marble entry hall where the servants would pass her.
Her eyes still glittered with tears when she was waiting, thus. She was deeply grateful the servants seemed sympathetic to the humiliation of their mistress rather than gleeful!
She received maintenance spankings from her friends in such a state, and would then be dressed by the girls. Her outfits were thankfully chosen not to mortify her, but rather decorated with subtle humiliations.
A collar with a ring for a leash. Leather cuffs on each wrist, again with built in rings to restrain her should they wish. The worst was an absorbant under her gown that was thick enough to "print." They assured her that it would escape the notice of most men--but that women would see it.
She had attended a wonderful feast, blushing all the while her friends chatted around her. They made it clear, even as they refilled her wineglass, giggling, that she was not allowed a visit to the toilet!
In all honesty, while she tried desperately to resent and hate them, she was unable to do so. When she tried, she rounded on herself for having been stupidly arrogant enough to resist their overtures of friendship that were, it was revealed, legitimately offered.
No, she'd had a husband, who was certainly intending to dominate her (and uncomfortably capable of it), but had been kind enough to give her much space and latitude to adjust to her new circumstances and she had been a brat and rejected his overtures. He had been equally arranged into the union as she had!
The Ladies Circle--her friends despite it all--had seen she felt herself superior to all of them and had still, unceasingly, reached out to her in gentle ways. She had been an idiot to spurn them. Where they could have left her to wallow in terrible guilt and misery after her ordeal before the stands--the royalty--of DunnisUrom--they had rallied about her.
So now, where she sat, in a fine new dress, bought for her by her friends, colored a pale pink, the jeweled phallus seemed to amplify each bump into her channel. She was grateful they had not seen fit to sit her on bare wood.
Kassy rubbed her shoulders sympathetically.
