fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
So here are some musings I've been having lately, on what it's like to be left to stew, knowing that an immense amount of pain is about to follow. I should add that, while this is broadly a fantasy, I've been left in similar predicaments more than once.
The setting is modern, my "crime" is vague. Here we go...
I've no idea how long I've been here. There's no clock in this room. Just bare whitewashed walls and a door. My wristwatch was taken along with every stitch of clothing when the guards forcibly stripped me. Then they secured me, and here I still am.
I'm over a solid black whipping block, head down, big fat bum raised higher than the rest of me. My chubby thighs are obscenely spread but, with my ankles cuffed to the base of the block, there's fuck all I can do about that, is there? My wrists are cuffed equally tight to the front of the block, stretching my arms as far as they can go. For good measure, a heavy belt is buckled across my back. The bastards may as well have painted a target on my cheeks. Maybe they will?
They could have put a clock in front of me, or even left me my watch, but they must have thought it would be funnier to leave me something else to look at. A table, low enough for me to see what's laid out on it. And it's not a pretty sight.
The leather paddle and Lochgelly tawse look bad enough, but those canes! Three of them! A junior school cane, it's senior sibling, and...oh fuck! Yes! It's a Singapore Dragon! I try to look away, but the selection just keeps drawing my eyes back. I keep telling myself it's just mind games, they have no intention of using that monster piece of rattan on me, but I know I'm just kidding myself.
When I do look away from the table, I see the video camera mounted on a tripod, trained on my face. Obviously they want to enjoy this session in the days, months or years to come. But is it just for recording? Is it a live feed? Are they watching me now? And who is watching me now? And how many of the perverts are watching me?
I try not to cry or show anger, but it's difficult. I don't even know who's going to punish me. Not even whether it's a man or a woman. They'll have muscles and skill with the cane, I bet that's guaranteed. I'd say I'd bet my ass on it, but I'm not sure my ass is going to be in any condition to use as collateral pretty soon.
Soon? When will it happen? Do I want to get it over with? Or enjoy the last few minutes, or hours, before the agony starts? Savour having an unblemished pair of buttocks, probably for the last time in my life. The Dragon scars permanently, that I do know.
How long have I been here? I don't know. How many strokes will I be given? I don't know. Who will punish me? I don't know. Who will be watching? I don't know. But I do know two things for sure.
It will happen. And it will be fucking agony....
The setting is modern, my "crime" is vague. Here we go...
I've no idea how long I've been here. There's no clock in this room. Just bare whitewashed walls and a door. My wristwatch was taken along with every stitch of clothing when the guards forcibly stripped me. Then they secured me, and here I still am.
I'm over a solid black whipping block, head down, big fat bum raised higher than the rest of me. My chubby thighs are obscenely spread but, with my ankles cuffed to the base of the block, there's fuck all I can do about that, is there? My wrists are cuffed equally tight to the front of the block, stretching my arms as far as they can go. For good measure, a heavy belt is buckled across my back. The bastards may as well have painted a target on my cheeks. Maybe they will?
They could have put a clock in front of me, or even left me my watch, but they must have thought it would be funnier to leave me something else to look at. A table, low enough for me to see what's laid out on it. And it's not a pretty sight.
The leather paddle and Lochgelly tawse look bad enough, but those canes! Three of them! A junior school cane, it's senior sibling, and...oh fuck! Yes! It's a Singapore Dragon! I try to look away, but the selection just keeps drawing my eyes back. I keep telling myself it's just mind games, they have no intention of using that monster piece of rattan on me, but I know I'm just kidding myself.
When I do look away from the table, I see the video camera mounted on a tripod, trained on my face. Obviously they want to enjoy this session in the days, months or years to come. But is it just for recording? Is it a live feed? Are they watching me now? And who is watching me now? And how many of the perverts are watching me?
I try not to cry or show anger, but it's difficult. I don't even know who's going to punish me. Not even whether it's a man or a woman. They'll have muscles and skill with the cane, I bet that's guaranteed. I'd say I'd bet my ass on it, but I'm not sure my ass is going to be in any condition to use as collateral pretty soon.
Soon? When will it happen? Do I want to get it over with? Or enjoy the last few minutes, or hours, before the agony starts? Savour having an unblemished pair of buttocks, probably for the last time in my life. The Dragon scars permanently, that I do know.
How long have I been here? I don't know. How many strokes will I be given? I don't know. Who will punish me? I don't know. Who will be watching? I don't know. But I do know two things for sure.
It will happen. And it will be fucking agony....
