Annabelle’s bonds were removed and the white latex clad slave helped her to her feet as Annabelle adjusted to the feeling of her swollen labia and all of the little padlocks that were now weighing it down. At the same time, two female slaves had released most of Christian’s bonds while two male slaves carried a solid looking spanking bench onto the stage. Christian looked at it with a combination of fear and trepidation. In a different environment he actually could have found the bench and the thought of being secured to it quite exciting but he knew this was not going to provide him with that feeling.

Just to reinforce his fears, the Chateau’s main Discipline Domme stepped onto the stage. Mistress Debra was known for her sadistic enjoyment of turning the butts of recalcitrant slaves to a bloodied mess. She was dressed head to toe in black leather. Christian estimated her age to be about 40 and she had somewhat of a Rubenesque figure, buxom and full bodied although she held herself well. With long dark hair tied back in a pony tail and dark lipstick and eye makeup, her appearance was quite severe and if Christian was not locked into his chastity tube, has feelings towards her appearance would have been obvious to all. Her black trousers were high waisted and framed her butt perfectly without being figure hugging. They gave her ample room to move. Over the tops of her legs she wore thigh high boots with 4 inch heels. She had a lace up corset style top that complemented her body and her ample breasts. Full length leather gloves topped off her outfit.

She did not look at him, instead greeting Maitresse Donna and the other members of the council. She was carrying a quiver with a number of canes in it or different sizes and materials. She was drawing each one out and testing it in the air as she walked around. Already Christian was becoming alarmed at the hiss most of them made as they cut the air. The two female slaves released the last of his bonds and with each of them holding him firmly by the elbows he was taken to the spanking bench.

“Now rest your upper body along the top of the bench,” one of them ordered.

He complied as they continued to hold him. He noted that his position was relatively comfortable. The bench had a shaped end frame for his head to rest in. He noticed the top of the bench narrowed in the middle which left his nipples exposed and vulnerable, a fact that he would have confirmed before long. As he was getting used to his new bench, each arm was pulled down and extended to the end of the bench where leather cuffs were quickly secured to each wrist and then clipped to eye bolts on the frame of the bench. Instinctively he pulled back and found that there was very little room for movement. He then felt the first strap being fastened around the top of his left thigh. This was quickly followed by his right thigh. As he was contemplating the ramifications of this, he felt a much wider strap being pulled down over his lower back, pulling him down snugly into position. This was followed by yet another strap that came down over the back of his head, pulling it tightly down against the padded sides of the head rest. Once again he tested his bonds and found that he had no movement of his torso or head available to him at all and all he could do was to move his lower legs back and forth a little. There was no give anywhere else. Finally, two other straps were fitted to each leg, one just behind the knee and one over the ankle. As these were pulled tight, all possibility of movement was removed for Christian.

Finally Mistress Debra approached him, standing directly in front of him, he could only look down, literally seeing her from the crotch down. She stood there with her legs slightly spread, holding an acrylic cane across her thighs. Absurdly, the first thing that entered Christian’s mind was to wonder if she was going to get physically aroused by what she was about to do to him. He tried to put the thought out of his mind but in his current position, with his eyes pointed directly at her vulva, his imagination was running over time.

“Slave Christian, You have been awarded a punishment of 50 strokes of the cane. I will deliver those strokes although I may choose to invite others to participate in the punishment. You are to thank me after each stroke and request another. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”, he replied. “I understand. Thank you Mistress.”

“This punishment will break you, Christian. You will be shown no mercy and if you are incapable to thanking me and requesting another, we will pause until you can. Believe me when I say that it will be easier for you to get this over with as soon as you can.”

The reality of his situation was now really dawning on Christian and he felt ……….. what did he feel? It wasn’t so much nerves but he realised it was raw fear. Here he was in front of a mixed audience and males and females, Mistresses and slaves and he was just being warned that he was about to be broken by a sadistic disciplinarian. He shuddered at what was about to occur but he braced himself.

Mistress Debra moved off to one side to prepare for the first stroke and there he saw Annabelle standing in front of him. She was now in a black leather bra and panties and he could see the still large bulge of her swollen labia and the rings and padlocks that were maintaining her chastity. He did not know this but in the time he had been focussed on Mistress Debra, Annabelle had been given the opportunity to cover up and then briefed on some actions she could take to partially redeem herself as a female member of the Chateau. She was being given the opportunity to re-assert her female dominance over Christian as he received his punishment. She squatted down in front of him, her legs spread wide as she looked him in the eye.

“I will help you through this, slave Christian, if you ask for my help.”

Christian realised he would need all the help he could get to help him through this and as strange as it felt for him to ask, he said,

“Please will you help me, Ma’am?”

His voice was quivering and she could almost smell the fear in him. It was then that the first stroke hit home. He heard the whistle of the cane but before his brain could process what it was, it had made contact with his butt. There was the initial impact, followed a split second later by the burning after bite. Instinctively he screamed, then said,

“One, thank you Mistress. May I have another?”

The words had no sooner left his mouth when the second stroke was delivered.

“Arrggghh. T-Two thank you Mistress. May I have another?”

He was struggling against his bonds now despite knowing the futility of it. His butt was on fire after only the second stroke and he still had 48 to go.
THWACK! “Aaarrrgghhh.” Annabelle reached out and grabbed his hands, squeezing firmly.

“Count and thank your Mistress, slave,” she said softly but firmly to him.

“Three, thank you Mistress. May I have another?” his voice was shrill as the pain of the third stroke coursed through his body.

Mistress Debra then moved to the other side of the spanking bench, selecting a thinner, whippier acrylic cane. Standing with her legs spread the steady her, one hand on her hip, she lined up her target and………….. Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack in very quick succession. Christian screamed and tears coursed from his eyes. He was struggling violently to move his body to get it out of the line of fire but He had no latitude at all. He was sobbing loudly.
The hands holding his were providing some comfort and through his pain and tears he heard, “Four, five six, seven eight. Say it, slave. Thank her.”

Before he got the words out he was hit with another two in quick succession.

“Nine, ten. Thank you Mistress. May I have more?”

Annabelle looked at his tear streaked face as he continued to sob.

“You are doing well, slave. Not long to go. Be strong.”

Her words were getting through the pain and provided him with some strength. She released his hands and reached back, grasping his nipples and squeezed them firmly. In his heightened state, he could only feel pleasure from there, fighting against the burning pain from his butt. He was perspiring, his skin covered in a sheen of fear and pain induced sweat. He could vaguely hear the tap, tap, tap of her heels on the floor as Mistress Debra re-positioned herself.

He awaited the next onslaught………………..

Part 74

As she moved, Mistress Debra had drawn another cane from her well stocked quiver. This time it was a thicker rattan cane that would deliver a more solid, less stingy blow. When it came, it was more of a hard thud, quickly followed by the burning pain that accompanied a stroke of the cane.

He moaned and said, “Eleven, Thank you Mistress. May I have another?”

Just as the burning hit, Annabelle rolled his nipples quite harshly and the strange feeling of pleasure acted to counteract some of the pain from his butt. Although he didn’t know it, Mistress Debra now had beads of perspiration on her brow. She was getting into her rhythm and was feeling the familiar feelings of sexual pleasure that accompanied such a session as she had a helpless victim taking her pain. She felt a little rush as she brought the cane back for the next stroke.

The next five strokes were evenly spaced down Christian’s butt from the top, right down to the sweet spot at the top of his thighs. His pain wracked brain wondered, as it had in the past, why they called the top of the thighs the sweet spot as for the recipient, the pain there was anything but sweet. A combination of endorphins and Annabelle holding his hands, encouraging him and stimulating his nipples, helped him get through these strokes. The next four strokes shook him out of his developing sub space as Mistress Debra continued her strokes down his thighs until she stopped a few inches above his knees. He did not know it at the time but her perfect positioning had left equally spaced parallel welts that would result in deep bruising. Finally he managed to get the words out although his voice was more detached than it had been earlier – “Twenty thank you Mistress. May I have more?”

Mistress Debra stopped and he could once again hear the tap…tap…tap of her heels as she moved around the floor. Annabelle had released his hands and moved to one side, giving them a final squeeze as she did so. He became aware that Mistress Debra was now standing in front of him in her classic pose, legs spread slightly and with the cane held across her thighs, her hands holding each end. Through his pain and tears, he thought he could see blood on the rattan but he could not be sure. It would not surprise him if his butt was already a bloody mess but he had no way of knowing.

“Slave, I now intend to share your punishment with other members of the Chateau community but before I do, you are to kiss the cane.”

She placed the cane under his mouth and he dutifully kissed it a number of times, continuing until it was withdrawn.

“Firstly, Annabelle will deliver the next 10 strokes as part of her redemption.”

Christian was shocked by this but not totally surprised and he wondered how she would deliver the blows. He certainly did not expect any mercy from her.
Annabelle selected a cane and positioned herself beside Christian. She knew what she had to do and she was also aware that if she didn’t do it with an appropriate intensity, she would suffer the consequences. She swung the cane back and forth a few times to get the feel and Christian heard it whistle through the air. Mistress Debra pushed a hard rubber mouthpiece through and into Christian’s mouth.

“You may need this, slave,” she said, evenly. Christian then heard the whistle of the cane once again and it was followed by the thud as it hit his butt, quickly followed by the searing pain that followed. Before he could even respond or try to say anything around his gag, the second blow followed. He was literally screaming from the first one as the second one hit home. This one was followed by the third, fourth and fifth in quick succession. He was wildly thrashing around within his bonds with what little movement he had available to him and it felt like his whole butt was on fire.

“Well done slave. You are half way.”

It was Mistress Debra once again. Strangely though the haze of pain, her words gave him some comfort. He was just beginning to process that when the next blow hit, again followed quickly by the remaining four. He was beside himself with pain and his muscles were aching all over as he wore himself out in his futile struggle to avoid the blows. He heard it just before it hit as the cane whistled through the air one more time. Annabelle, without prompting, had drawn the cane back one final time and in a full round house swing had delivered her final blow. She then stepped back around and resumed her position in front of him as Mistress Debra moved away. As she grasped his trembling hands she whispered,

“That was fun, slave. You took them all very well for me. I am proud that I could help repay some of what you have helped me achieve earlier.”

There was a pause as the first member of the audience approached the stage to deliver a single stroke. She had her own slave in tow and after she had delivered the stroke, she handed him the cane and ordered him to deliver the next one. He dutifully complied while at the same time, Annabelle was firmly holding Christian’s hands. She hoped he was going to be able to last through to the end and she hoped, for his sake, that the remaining blows would be delivered quickly.The remaining members of the audience filed through, each delivering a single stroke. Christian was now dripping perspiration and his whole butt was a bloody mess. As each stroke hit home, he twitched and moaned. Occasionally there would be a little spray of blood but he was beyond knowing what was happening back there. Occasionally he would receive a misplaced stroke across his thighs that would elicit a slightly elevated response but in the main, he was totally exhausted and quite beyond any sort of significant response.
Eventually the last blow was delivered and Christian lay there limply. Annabelle was taken away by her Mistress and Christian was vaguely aware of her black panty clad butt disappearing from the stage.

The straps securing him to the bench we released but still he did not respond in any meaningful manner. He was aware that Mistress Sarah was in front of him and he tried to respond to her presence. She gently lay a hand upon his head and said quietly, “Don’t move slave. We will help you back to the dungeon.”

The next thing he knew, he was being lifted from the bench and was placed gently face down on a stretcher. He knew he was being moved but had no idea by whom or to where. He eventually came to and realised he was back in the dungeon and securely in his cage. Mistress Sarah was reaching through the bars, washing him down with warm water. Eventually she began cleaning his bloody buttocks and thighs, gently cleaning the whole area with a warm antiseptic solution. She also gave him some painkillers and a powerful sedative to help him sleep.

When he eventually stirred, he was surprised as he opened his eyes to find that Mistress Sarah was sitting beside his cage looking in upon him was a look of real concern on her face. It was only then that the pain in his buttocks and thighs registered with him once again.

“Welcome back, Christian”, she said, smiling in at him. “You have been asleep for over 20 hours now and I was beginning to get worried. I want you to know that I was extremely proud of what you endured yesterday. You should also know that the caning was not meant as a punishment per se. Everything you did with Annabelle was actually sanctioned by us and neither of you were in real trouble however we have to be seen to be maintaining the standards of the Chateau and hence you needed to undergo the trial and its outcomes. It will take you a couple of weeks before you are fully recovered but when you are, I have a special treat planned for us.”

With that, she was gone and Christian was left to ponder what she had just said to him and what lay in the future.