fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
A sequel, of sorts, to "who will join me" & "who will join me this time"...
The town's early risers were the first to see us. And of course, word soon spread, bringing the morning commute to a standstill.
There had been no-one there when the three of us had been brought to the market square. Not for us the usual humiliation of being paraded naked and in chains, for physical and verbal abuse to be heaped upon us by the gathered crowd. But then, we're not common criminals. We're businesswomen, and we're making this sacrifice for the good of our community. I just hope they appreciate it.
When we arrived at the usual site for public floggings it was midnight, and we found everything arranged as we had asked. We weren't going to be left dangling from blood, sweat and cum-stained rough wooden whipping posts. We had arranged for three padded whipping stools, with soft leather for our knees and bellies to rest on, and fur-lined cuffs for our wrists and ankles. We were going to be spending long enough over them, we may as well be comfortable!
Quickly stripping off our dark business suits and expensive silk underwear, we climbed onto our respective benches. We'd each brought our PAs, who buckled our limbs into place, making sure we were firmly secured. No backing out now!
Then a trestle table was erected to our left and every implement of corporal punishment imaginable was placed upon it, wood, leather, rattan, you name it, there it was. Finally, a blackboard was placed next to each of us, our names written in capitals at the top - BARBARIA, FSG and EULALIA.
We waited like that till sunrise, until the first townsfolk passed on their way to work. As each stopped, our PAs explained to them. "It's a silent auction. Just write your name, the implement of your choice, and your bid, on your chosen lady's board. At six PM, after business has closed, the winning bidder gets to deliver their punishment. Then it won't be so silent, of course! It's to raise money for the community fund, and to attract new visitors to our town, so spread the word! We hope it becomes an annual event!"
As word spread, the need to explain became less. And bids started to get written on each of our boards...
The town's early risers were the first to see us. And of course, word soon spread, bringing the morning commute to a standstill.
There had been no-one there when the three of us had been brought to the market square. Not for us the usual humiliation of being paraded naked and in chains, for physical and verbal abuse to be heaped upon us by the gathered crowd. But then, we're not common criminals. We're businesswomen, and we're making this sacrifice for the good of our community. I just hope they appreciate it.
When we arrived at the usual site for public floggings it was midnight, and we found everything arranged as we had asked. We weren't going to be left dangling from blood, sweat and cum-stained rough wooden whipping posts. We had arranged for three padded whipping stools, with soft leather for our knees and bellies to rest on, and fur-lined cuffs for our wrists and ankles. We were going to be spending long enough over them, we may as well be comfortable!
Quickly stripping off our dark business suits and expensive silk underwear, we climbed onto our respective benches. We'd each brought our PAs, who buckled our limbs into place, making sure we were firmly secured. No backing out now!
Then a trestle table was erected to our left and every implement of corporal punishment imaginable was placed upon it, wood, leather, rattan, you name it, there it was. Finally, a blackboard was placed next to each of us, our names written in capitals at the top - BARBARIA, FSG and EULALIA.
We waited like that till sunrise, until the first townsfolk passed on their way to work. As each stopped, our PAs explained to them. "It's a silent auction. Just write your name, the implement of your choice, and your bid, on your chosen lady's board. At six PM, after business has closed, the winning bidder gets to deliver their punishment. Then it won't be so silent, of course! It's to raise money for the community fund, and to attract new visitors to our town, so spread the word! We hope it becomes an annual event!"
As word spread, the need to explain became less. And bids started to get written on each of our boards...
... but it seems fsg has quite an appetite 
