Twelve Days a Slave Ch. 05

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The headmistress waited patiently for the applause, cheers, and whistles to die down. Then she clapped her hands once and the first student rose from the desk and waddled over to the chair. Her panties were still around her ankles as she lay across the headmistress's lap.

Mistress Elaine held up what the girl had handed her so the audience could see what it was. It was a short black leather paddle that looked somewhat like a square shovel. The surface of the paddle itself was about six inches wide and ten to twelve inches long. The handle was about eight inches long. She wiggled the paddle above her head so the crowd could see that it was very stiff. Then she brought it down with great force on the girl's naked ass.

There was a loud screech followed almost immediately by the word, "One." Each slap resounded through the arena as leather struck again and again. The slaps were followed by a short yelp or screech and the proper number. After the twelfth strike, the girl got up and shuffled her way slowly back to the desk. Her naked ass was now bright red. Her ass cheeks were quivering as the girl sobbed silently into the desk.

The next girl rose and waddled over to the headmistress. She lay across Mistress Elaine's lap with her fingertips and toes on the floor. Obviously she had some sort of training either at the school or elsewhere. She was also evidently no stranger to being spanked. She grunted slightly with each blow and loudly called out the number. When the twelve swats with the paddle were complete, she rose and returned to the desk.

The last girl now stumbled over to the chair. Somehow her panties has stopped a few inches above her ankles and hobbled her walk worse than if they had been all the way down. She was already crying before she even lowered herself over Madam Featherstone's lap.

"I didn't do it," she said through her sobs as she lay down. Mistress Elaine's response was the first loud smack of the leather paddle.

"One, I'm innocent," the girl said. Her voice was quivering, but her actual sobs had stopped.

The paddle slammed down again.

"Two, I'm innocent," the girl said again.

The paddle slammed down again and again. And again and again the girl responded with the count and the words, "I'm innocent." The only difference was that her voice became slightly louder and the quiver of her sobs began to overwhelm her words.

Finally the twelfth blow landed. The girl's voice for some reason became very clear as she counted, "Twelve, I'm innocent."

The headmistress then said softly, almost not loud enough to be picked up by the overhead microphones, "Wall."

The girl stood and said calmly, "I didn't do it." She then walked as quickly as her panty-hobbled legs would allow and placed her nose against the back wall. Her ass was bright red as she stood upright with her nose pressed firmly against the wall.

The headmistress clapped her hands twice and the two girls still bent over the desk jumped upright and waddled over to join their sisters against the wall. When the three who had been spanked with the leather paddle were standing in a line, it was apparent that the first two girls asses were much deeper red than the third girl's. It was a significant enough difference that many in the crowd were whispering and pointing.

One voice, more than a whisper, was heard to say, "Madam Featherstone knew the girl was innocent and held back."

Evidently she heard that also, because at that point she rose from her chair and faced the audience. "You can be assured," she said in a voice that sounded like controlled anger, "that I won't hold back for this last punishment."

The crowd immediately became quiet. The headmistress then walked over to where the woman dressed in the black of a teacher stood awaiting punishment. She once again faced the crowd and spoke loudly. "Yes," she said, "I held back in the punishment of that last girl." She looked over to where the nine girls were standing against the wall before saying, "But she was not innocent. She struck a staff member, and for that she had to be punished."

Turning back to the masked teacher, she said very angrily, "But she had reason to strike. You attempted to force yourself on her!" She huffed loudly. "But she wasn't quite as docile as you thought she was, and she fought back." She paused and then added through gritted teeth, "... unlike the other students which I have since found out about."

Again the headmistress turned to the crowd and said, "We do NOT take advantage of our students! This woman is no longer a teacher at The Last Resort."

She clapped her hands and the dozen or so teachers who had escorted the students onto the stage swarmed around the object of the headmistress's wrath. They violently tore the clothing from her body leaving her standing naked. Missy gasped loudly because she saw something the audience evidently had not yet seen.

Madam Elaine Featherstone, headmistress of The Last Resort School for Girls, then reached up and tore the cowl mask from the former teacher's head revealing a totally bald scalp. The crowd suddenly saw what missy had already seen. There was a brand above the woman's left breast and another directly above her cunt.

"She was duly convicted and sentenced to a life of slavery," the headmistress said. "She cannot be redeemed because any payments on her behalf go to aid her victims in their recovery."

Turning again to face the students against the wall she said, "I paid seven million dollars for her from my personal wealth. That is one million for each of the six students whom she molested... and another million for the one whom she could not overcome."

Turning back to the crowd she said, "I have named her 'Example,' because she is going to be an example to the students and faculty of The Last Resort for the rest of her life. She will have menial duties at the school, and at the beginning of each term, she will receive seven lashes with the punishment belt. One for each student whom she harmed or attempted to harm."

She then faced slave example and said firmly, "Take your position."

As the slave walked over to the desk and placed her upper body across it, one of the teachers handed the headmistress a long piece of black leather. Except for the fact that it was black and shiny, it looked more like a razor strop than a belt.

The headmistress walked over to the desk. She leaned down and said something quietly to slave example. Then stepping back slightly from the desk and standing to one side to allow for the best swing, she arced the belt through the air to land with an extremely loud "Thwack!" across the slave's ass.

Slave example screamed loudly, but then controlled herself and counted, "One." After a short pause, she added, "I'm guilty."

There was some mild applause and a significant amount of talking in the crowd.

The belt whistled slightly as it once again swung through the air.

"Thwack!"

"Two, I'm guilty."

"Thwack!"

"Three, I'm guilty."

"Thwack!"

"Four, I'm guilty."

"Thwack!"

"Five, I'm guilty."

"Thwack!"

"Six, I'm guilty."

The murmuring in the crowd became even louder when the headmistress stopped at this point. The slave's ass was marked with wide, raised welts. There was a slight trickle of blood clearly evident.

The murmuring increased when Madam Featherstone walked over to the wall and reached down to pull the ninth student's panties up over her pink ass. She then untucked the skirt and leaned in to say something to the student who had proclaimed her innocence.

The student accompanied her back to the desk and the headmistress handed her the thick, black belt. The student stood breathing heavily for several moments, then with a loud grunt she reared back and brought the belt down with the force of her whole body. It was not a practiced, graceful swing like the headmistress had used, but it was a very powerful swing.

Slave example jolted upright. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Her scream echoed through the arena.

"Count it!" snapped the student. "Say it!" she ordered.

Slave example's body quivered and shook as she tried to regain control of herself. Finally she choked out, "Seven! I'm guilty."

"Louder!" ordered the student.

Slave example knew that the girl was not interested in the count. "I'm guilty!" slave example screamed.

"Louder!" the student ordered again.

"I'm guilty," slave example cried. "I'm guilty! I'm guilty! I'm guilty!"

The student dropped the belt on the stage floor. The headmistress put her arm around the student's shoulders and together they walked off the stage.

The teachers, who had been waiting at the edge of the stage, went over to the students still standing at the wall and adjusted their clothing. Then they walked with them off the stage leaving just slave example laying across the desk in the middle of the stage.

Madam Featherstone came back up on stage and walked to the front of the stage. "I sponsored today because I wanted the opportunity to assure the public that your daughters will be treated properly at The Last Resort."

She turned slightly and said in a loud voice, "Slave example, come here and tell these people why you were punished today and why you are a slave for the rest of your life."

Slave example rose shakily from the desk and walked unsteadily over to join the headmistress. She dropped to her knees and bowed her head before saying loudly, "I'm guilty, Mistress."

"Follow me," the headmistress ordered, and she again walked off the stage.

Since she had not been ordered to stand, slave example crawled behind her and down the steps. She was still crawling as the teachers and students disappeared around the end of the grandstands.

William came back on stage and said. "Madam Featherstone will be rejoining us in just a moment."

While he was speaking, the stage hands carried the desk to stage front. They then positioned the chair alongside it.

"She will administer today's punishment to our repentant terrorist," he said with a flourish. "There will be 15 hand spanks, 15 with the slipper, 15 with the paddle, and that will all be finished out with one with the belt."

As the cage slowly descended to the stage floor, the headmistress returned to the stage and took her place on her chair. William unlocked the cage padlock and then removed missy's chains and shackles. She was already whimpering lightly.

"You can get through this," he said softly to her. "Go into the pain, and you will find it isn't near as bad."

He then led missy over to the chair and waited until she draped herself over Madam Featherstone's lap.

"I expect you to count," the headmistress said sternly, "but if you miss a count we will not start over." Her voice changed to almost amusement as she added, "We don't want to violate the terms of your sentencing."

Slave missy clenched her ass cheeks tightly awaiting the first spank. "You know better than that," the headmistress said softly. She then patted missy's ass and said, "Relax your ass so you can properly receive your spanking."

Slave missy did as commanded and Madam Elaine began with a loud slap of her hand across missy's ass.

Slave missy yelped, but quickly called out, "One!"

The spanks were evenly spaced, and each fell on a different portion of her ass, so Missy was able to handle the pain and had no trouble calling out the count.

When she counted, "Fifteen," the headmistress paused as a teacher scurried across the stage to hand her the slipper.

With the first strike of the slipper missy's yelp was much louder and much higher pitched. She was still able, however, to call out the count, "Sixteen!"

The slipper hurt more than a hand spanking, but the pain was still bearable- especially since the headmistress continued at an even pace and continued to land each blow on a different portion of her ass.

Slave missy, however, could feel her ass growing very warm. She could also feel her legs kicking on their own as her body attempted to escape the blows. She also realized that her yelp at each strike was starting to grow into a whimpering moan that extended to fill the space between each smack. The audience was starting to count along with her.

At the count of "Thirty!" Madam Featherstone again paused so that one of the teachers could bring her the leather paddle. When that wide, black, piece of leather came down on missy's already inflamed ass, she did not yelp, she screamed. And the time between the blows was not a whimpering moan. It was an extended scream.

The headmistress picked up her pace. With each blow missy's scream became louder for just an instant before falling back to her continuous wail. She was no longer able to count the strokes, but now most of the crowd was counting for her.

Slave missy wailed and thrashed on the headmistress's lap even after the count reached forty-five. Finally she realized that the blows were no longer falling and slowly began to control herself.

The headmistress waited until missy's legs had stopped kicking and her sobs were beginning to quiet, then she said, "Lay yourself over the desk."

Slave missy groaned as she attempted to stand. She felt William's hands help her up and slowly guide her over to the desk. "It's just one," he said. "Stay on the desk afterwards. Stay there until I come back for you."

Slave missy lay over the desk. Her hands were at her sides with her hands gripping the front edge of the desk. William adjusted them so that her arms were still at her side, but her hands were up by her shoulders. "We don't want you getting your hands hurt by accident," he said softly.

The wood of the desk felt rough against missy's bare skin. Her breath had returned to normal. She was no longer whimpering, but she was quivering. Her shaking was not from the pain she had experienced. It was from the pain she was anticipating from that nasty black, leather belt.

She jumped as a hand touched her ass. It wasn't William. The touch was too soft and the fingers were smaller. It had to be the headmistress. "Your skin is red. There is some purple, but no bleeding. The skin has not been broken." The hand stroked missy's ass again. "I will try to not make you bleed, but I can't be sure. The punishment belt is a terrible weapon."

The hand withdrew from missy's ass. She continued to lie across the desk. She was now almost shivering violently with fear. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She was simultaneously praying that the headmistress would strike soon, and at the same time hoping that she never would.

She could hear the soft swish as the belt swung through the air. She heard the loud "Crack!" as it hit her ass. Then pain exploded through her body. Her scream was louder than she had ever screamed, except when she was branded. Her body rose so that she was hanging at a forty-five degree angle over the desk. She was shaking violently, causing her hips- and her cunt- to slam against the front lip of the desk. Finally she collapsed back across the top of the desk. She could hear the roar of applause as the darkness of unconsciousness slowly enveloped her.

Missy could feel someone softly rubbing her shoulders. She opened her eyes and William was standing on the opposite side of the desk from where her ass was on display to the audience- many of whom were pushing and shoving each other on the track in front of the stage as they struggled to get pictures with their cellphones. The professional photographers remained higher up in the stands where they could shoot over the crowd with their telephoto lenses and get ultra-closeup shots for the evening news.

"I'm sorry, missy," he said as he continued to stroke her shoulders, "but the sentencing agreement mandates that you be displayed in the cage for at least an hour following each punishment."

Her mind was still fogged with pain. All she really understood was that she was being ordered back into the cage. "Yes, Master," she said groggily.

As she stood up, William came around the desk and helped her back to the cage. She held up her hands so he could attach the manacles, but instead he threw them onto the floor of the cage. "Not today," he said. "I think the court would agree that there is no threat that you would escape."

He closed and locked the door of the cage before signaling someone off stage. The cage rose slowly up to its position above the stage.

Some of the crowd still mingled in front of the stage trying to get pictures that they could show their friends, but most were filing out of the grandstands and heading back to their cars. Soon even most of the stage hands were gone. It had taken them only a moment to load the desk and chair into a van from the school.

A short while later, William drove the ATV and trailer up onto the stage. Slave missy could hear him talking quietly to one of the stage hands and what appeared to be a bailiff. She couldn't hear the other side of the congregation. The three men stood quietly on the stage for a long time.

Finally she could hear William say, "OK. Document it and let's bring her down." The bailiff-type person stepped out onto the stage and took a single picture with a small camera. He then nodded to the stage hand and the cage began to descend.

Once the cage was latched in place, William pulled it very slowly back to the bus and drove the ATV and the cage up into the large trailer. He opened the outer cage and the inner protective tube. Then, as he opened the cage itself, missy fell into his arms. She wasn't unconscious, but she wasn't really conscious either.

William carried her to the door of the bus. "Missy," he said, "I can't carry you through the doorway. I'll help you, but you'll have to get back to your bedroom on your own."

Summoning strength that she didn't know she had, slave missy willed her legs to carry her to the back of the RV. She then fell face first onto her bed.

She could feel the coolness of the ointment as William rubbed it into her skin. She groaned slightly from the combination of pleasure and pain which the ointment- and his hands- caused. "Just lay here," he said softly. "I 'll be back in a little while to apply more salve." She didn't hear him leave the room. She was already in a deep, sleep-like trance as her body protected her from the pain.

William returned twice more to rub ointment on her backside. With each application, there was less pain and more pleasure. So much so, in fact, that the third time he rubbed the ointment into her ass cheeks, she found herself grinding her front against the bed.

"Do you need me to give you pleasure?" he asked softly.

The heat of embarrassment caused missy's ass to momentarily feel like it was on fire. She could not face him. She pressed her face into her pillow and answered softly, "Yes."

William's hand moved down between missy's legs. He was even more gentle than he had been applying the ointment. He reached beneath her and slid his hand upward across her slit, causing her to gasp. He then wiggled his fingers or something so that it felt as if his hand were undulating against her sex.

His fingers slid slightly into her cunt and then moved up her labia to her clit, which was already engorged. His thumb went into her pussy like a small penis while his fingers toyed with her clit. Occasionally he would squeeze between his fingers and his thumb causing her to gasp or breath deeply.

Her hips were now bucking heavily, but he was able to keep his hand in place. His middle finger was very lightly on the tip of her clit. The fingers on either side were massaging the edges of it as his hand slid up and down.

Panting heavily, she said plaintively, "I need to cum. Make me cum, Master. Please make me cum."

William continued lightly massaging missy's labia and clit, but now he was holding his other hand over her body. She had turned her head and was begging him, "Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum. Please, Master, make me cum."