waiting to be punished

Waiting for Punishment



She waits kneeling.

Almost on all fours

Locked in the stocks

She is gagged

She is hooded

In the tight leather hood she is almost choking with fear.

The air in the hood is already hot, stale & clammy

The polished leather slick on her face.

Her wrists are in the locked stocks, either side of her head.

Her ankles are also fixed in the stocks

She is holding the punishment whip clenched in her buttocks

Her buttocks and intimacies are totally soaked and wetly sticky with her use

The smooth leather of the whip is slick & slippery

The shortened bullwhip is 30 inches long & ¾ inches in diameter.

It has a very slight taper

It is viciously supple

It is designed not to break the skin, but to inflict swift pain

It is well used

She has felt its caress frequently

Her rear quarters remember it well

Each successive beating is immeasurably more frightful & painful for her

She daren’t let it slip

If she does her punishment will be doubled, or tripled

The leather curtain has been closed on the punishment alcove

She waits.

The stocks are dreadfully uncomfortable after a few minutes

She will be left for a couple of hours at least

Her exposed position makes her feel utterly vulnerable

She has not been told why she is being punished

No reasons are necessary for one such as her

Was her fellatio not pleasing ?

Her rape squirming not piteous enough ?

Her yielding not ecstatic enough or perhaps too rapturous ?

Was his drink or food not satisfactory ?

She is often kept in this limbo of uncertainty

Totally at his mercy, of changeable whims

If she were allowed to toilet without permission she would wet herself with fear

Or in misery under the first blow of her discipline.

But she is not.

She will receive at least 50 lashes

She cannot count, she is only a slave

After her punishment she might once more be raped

She might perform fellatio, kneeling at his groin while he stands over her, whip in hand

Be dismissed back to her chores

Or all of the above

But the whip will constantly be waiting for her

How helpless and hotly vulnerable it feels to be her

How delicious it to own such slaves





I knelt confined in the stocks. The cramps in my knees already numbly aching. A few minutes more & the hard stone floor would be unbearable. My wrists were closely braceleted behind me, locked helplessly to the thin steel belt secured around my slender waist. My neck was locked in the stocks, as were my ankles behind me. In this awkward position it was impossible to balance properly for more than a few seconds without squirming about helplessly. I was gagged with my own soiled panties. All I could taste & smell were my slimy juices & Masters pleasure. My hair mouth & face were sticky with his fellatio



She was in the stocks, struggling to breathe, in the leather hood, choking with fear on her gag. The tavern keeper had watched her crawl to the stocks with the whip in her mouth. As she crawled through the busy tavern, she had felt as if all eyes were on her. In truth most of the men had ignored her completely. Those that hadn’t had slapped her buttocks derisively as she passed. Sending her on her way jeering. The other slaves that she passed, had gaped at her with horror & fright. When she had reached the stocks he snapped his fingers for her to return to his feet. He took the pleasure whip from her lips and had her fetch the punishment whip. The shortened bullwhip was thick in her lips. Crawling in terror she brought it to his feet, only then to be sent to the stocks. Once more he snapped his fingers & had her return to his feet. He removed her now sodden golden briefs & stuffed them into her mouth. Gagged with panties stinking of her slave heat, the thick shaming taste of her humiliating sexual dependence, mingling with the after taste from his gummy now stale ejaculation. Roughly but quite expertly he seizes her wrists & braceleted them behind her. With the punishment whip he gives her a sharp crack across her buttocks. Every girl in the tavern hears it, & her muffled squeal of pain & misery. Every girl in the tavern feels her own bowels loosen in panicked fright. Every girl in the tavern intensifies her attempts to be absolutely & perfectly pleasing. The whip is pressed between her buttocks in this manner she must crawl back to the stocks the whip clenched in her buttocks. This time as she passes several of the men and tavern keepers lash at her exposed behind with tavern whips. A long springy implement designed to sting terribly, encouraging a girl to hurry along, or hurry in her tasks. Most of the lashes landing on the tender skin on the backs of her thighs, causing her to whimper pathetically, as she struggled not to drop the whip