She obeyed once more, feeling panic rise, as she presented her butt to him. Peering back, she noticed the strap appear on the mattress beneath her pussy behind her. "Now arch that back," he ordered next, "present your cunt to your master." She did as ordered, then he cupped her pussy from behind, and his thick fingers parted her labia. She moaned loudly as he rubbed her still sensitive clit, making it erect, then baring it. He closed his fingers, pinching tightly, then pulling on it, just like Odrin had done earlier. She wailed loudly, then trembled; as the fingers left, leaving her clit throbbing and pulsing, still protruding from between her labia, thick and swollen.
Her eyes locked on the strap as it moved, and she whimpered loudly once more as she realized what was coming next. It slowly moved closer, and then the tip touched her swollen button, and rubbed it firmly. Pleasure spread, or was it pain? and then the tip lowered towards the mattress again, touching it briefly, before whipping up and striking her labia and the protruding nub. The wet slap sounded loud in the hushed room, and then she howled as the pain registered and burned its way through her abdomen. He let her experience it, waiting for the pain to recede before he spoke again. "The cunt, clit included, is also a good strapping target," he said softly, "And what you just felt doesn't even come close to how it feels when the strap is really brought down on your fuck-hole."
Cassandra was trembling, barely able to stay in position, partly due to the pain she just experienced, but mainly due to the naked fear she now felt. "I wanted to make it clear to you what you would have experienced if you had ended up in the pillory, like you should have. Don't worry though," her master continued softly, "your cunt and tits aren't on the strapping menu this evening, only your butt is."
She exhaled in relief. "I'm now going to introduce you to what IS waiting for you this evening. Turn yourself side on to me again," he ordered, "face to my left, drop down on your elbows, with your legs slightly apart and your butt pushed as high as it will go." She repositioned as ordered, and once she had, she felt him rub her butt-cheeks with the strap.
She whimpered, and relaxed as best she could, as Denora had told her. The strap lifted, tapped her butt a couple of times, and then there was a whistling sound, followed by a loud crack. He had hit both cheeks she realized, horizontally, and then she groaned, and the groaning became wailing, and the wailing howling, as the pain registered, as both her cheeks burst into fire. Her master sat back, relaxed, while her bottom burned, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. The pain slowly diminished in ferocity, but it didn't in any way disappear; it lingered, and she realized that, as more strokes were added, it would no doubt build to really excruciating levels.
"The girls are going to deliver two strokes each, once they have, the males will deliver two strokes each too, and then you're going to get another four from me," he told her, his voice sounding neutral. Her master looked up at the wall-mounted chronometer, "And you still have an hour or two to look forward to it..." She was in for twenty-eight strokes she calculated, and sniffled softly while trying to get a grip on her fear. "Afterwards you'll be offered the opportunity to show me exactly how sorry you are," Bashuk continued after a moment," by offering me your burning ass, for a rough fucking. That part isn't mandatory though."
***
Cassandra was kneeling at her 'reflection' spot in the corner again, fully dressed once more, for a pleasure-slave that was, and listening to her pack making small talk at the couches behind her, just to keep her thoughts away from what was coming. The burning glow in her butt still lingered uncomfortably, which didn't bode well for the evening's upcoming event.
...As it should,
she thought,
you're only going to get what you deserve.
She could still feel the strap impacting on her butt and whimpered softly. Fuck it had hurt, it still hurt where the straps of the girdle stretched around her buttocks, where a lot more strokes like that would be coming.
The sun went down, and Denora got up and turned on the crystals as the natural light started to dwindle, while the other girls closed all the room's many drapes. Not much later Leavy organized the preparations for dinner, with Denora assisting her. Cassandra heard the tinkling sounds of dinnerware and eating utensils being put on the table and then her master called her. "Girl? come join your master for dinner." She got up feeling stiff and as she turned around, he was already on his way to the large dinner table. He sat at its head, as usual, and she knelt down beside him, not as usual.
They were having meatballs in sauce, with mashed potatoes and peas, she noticed, and wondered how she was supposed to be able to eat that while kneeling next to her master. As it turned out though she had been wondering for nothing. Her master called her name, and when she looked up at him, he handed her a hunk of bread and a chunk of cheese. She swallowed as she took it from him, realizing she wasn't going to share her master's food. It hit her harder than expected, and she ate with her head bowed, while tears dripped down her cheeks. She wasn't hungry anyway, and after chewing a couple of bites she placed the remainder of her meal on the table in front of her.
Her master noticed, but said nothing. Cassandra kept her eyes on the floor, and retreated inside her own little world, wishing for her punishment to arrive, so she could get it behind her. Dinner passed almost unnoticed that way, and the pack rising from the table was the first sign she had that they had finished eating. The males withdrew to the couches while the girls started clearing the table, and she got up and followed her master. "Get on the bed," he ordered as they neared the couches, "you know the position." She hopped on, and positioned herself at the center, facing him. Not much later the girls joined their mates, and she started feeling really anxious.
Punishment time proved not to have arrived yet though, as her master asked Denora to serve drinks, and something strong for the girls. The males got served Dark Boganon Ale, and the girls a glass of Kurgun Fireborg, and all the while, the pleasure slave's anxiety rose. The girls finished their drinks and once they had, Bashuk addressed the pack. "We'll now carry out the corporal punishment part of Girl's sentence. You all know why she's going to get punished, you all agreed to the punishment she's going to receive, and you also already know what your part in it is going to be. Once she's in position the pack-mates are going to administer punishment first, in order of seniority, not ranking, from the most junior pack-mate up. Once the girls have all taken their turn the males will take over."
He let that sink in for a moment. "The males will then administer punishment in order of seniority too... And to make something absolutely clear beforehand; I expect all of you to deliver the punishment strokes as required, and not hold back, not even the slightest. Should I even get the idea this may be occurring, I will conclude punishment hasn't been administered as intended, and a new punishment session will be scheduled." There was some female whimpering to be heard, and not just from the pleasure slave. "Right," Bashuk said, as he got up, "let's get you ready Girl. Start by undressing; you're going to be entirely naked for this.
Cassandra opened the buttons of her cardigan, and slipped it from her shoulders, and then she sat back and removed her garter belt and legwarmers. Meanwhile Bashuk had moved up to the bed, and she watched him pick up the leather bit, and then gestured her to get closer. She moved up to him on her knees, and opened wide as he moved the bit towards her mouth. He placed it horizontally and ordered her to bite down on it. It tasted of leather, which wasn't surprising of course, and she felt him tighten the straps behind her head, at the base of her skull. She looked up at him, trying to gauge his mood, but was unable to.
Her master pointed at the most freely accessible spot on the edge of the bed, "on your knees and elbows, with your feet over the side." She whimpered anew, and then she did as ordered, arching her back, and pushing her butt up submissively. "Now there's one absolute rule you must obey," Bashuk told her next, "and that's that you stay in this position, whatever happens. If the force of the stroke moves you a little, which I expect, then you immediately resume your place. Not staying in position will result in the punishment being repeated, but this time with you strapped in a pillory, is that clear?"
"Hes haster," she answered, nodding, her words slurred by the bit.
***
He slapped her upturned butt, and she winced. "This is your opportunity to show your pack how sorry you are for what you did," he said softly, "don't disappoint..." She watched him move into her field of vision from her right and pick up the strap from the mattress. "This is your cue Polly," he then said softly. She watched the petite blonde get up with a determined look on her face, while Bashuk sat down on the low table, just like he had done that afternoon. Polly disappeared from view behind her, and she saw her master reach out and hand her the strap outside her field of vision. "It's important that you hit her full on her butt, both cheeks, horizontally," Bashuk instructed.
"You can place your blows a little high or low, but don't go so low as to hit the crease between her butt and her thighs, because that could damage her skin. Clear?" Polly didn't answer, so she assumed she had just nodded, and then she felt the strap touch her round cheeks, horizontally, as instructed. It lifted away, and she forced herself to relax, it was just little Polly after all she reasoned. A familiar whistling sounded, followed by a loud crack. She felt her buttocks shudder, and then the pain registered, and she wailed, the sound muffled around the bit as she did. "That was a nice one Polly, straight on target," Bashuk said while the pain burned its way through her flesh.
