Just Desserts for Sonia the Bully.

The residents of Shamelock Village lived in a community ruled by sexual discipline.  Women were not allowed to move to the village unless they had a named ‘master’ and each new female resident was made aware of the conditions of their stay. All the slave-girls and wives attended the correctional school whenever there Masters told them they needed to go. The village operates a community responsibility for the behaviour of the slaves, and even private punishment sessions would be made public knowledge during village meetings, school assemblies, or on nights like tonight, nights where the most severe behaviour would be punished publicly. 

The residents of the village could expect to see a slave publicly reprimanded and punished, perhaps once a year.  It was the most severe and ruthless of punishments, and humiliation would normally be prolonged across a long period of time. It was the intention that Slave Girls would live in fear of it being there time to play the ‘village whore’ the most inferior creature residing in Shamelock. 

The night would take place in the Village Pub ‘The Scarlett Buttock.’ Usually reserved for Masters, slaves would be permitted on these nights – in full uniform, adorning any punishment jewellery, and attached to their Masters by their leash, once having witnessed a public punishment most slave girls would strive at any length to avoid it being their naked body on stage being ridiculed and abused.

These nights are rare, in themselves, but tonight there was an extra, cruel twist. The Masters usually wait until they have a few girls who can share the punishment and spice up the punishments. But not tonight, tonight one slave will receive her comeuppance.

The Masters arrived one by one, proudly dragging their scantily clad slave at their feet. Those who arrived early had claimed their seat in the centre, and everyone else positioned themselves around, their edge their eyes trained upon the stage and its two big screens either side, where all the action would occur. Eyes danced, voices chattered. And although they didn’t know it the villagers of Shamelock were about to witness punishment that had never been administered in this organised community at all. 

Hidden behind the curtain Sonia had known for a couple of weeks that she was in for it. Two weeks a go, Sonias master had found two XTC tablets in one of Sonias coat pockets. The disappointed silence which met her desperate pleas and excuses had told her everything. Two years as a slave, and three years as a volunteer student  in the correctional facility, as yet, 18 year old Sonia had an unblemished record, only statutory spankings had been administered by hands that were not her masters. And all that ruined for a cheap high. If her ankles had not been shackled a metre a part from one another, Sonia would have kicked herself.  

Had anyone peeked around the curtain they may have guessed the nature of the evening, indeed even Sonia was not aware of her true position. Behind the curtain she sat on a school chair, wearing her tiny short skirt the gusset of her regulation panties was visible to all, her legs had been stretched outwards and then a solid metal bar attatched between the ankles.  The thin white fabric of Sonia’s school shirt was stretched as far as it would go, upon sitting down Sonia’s arms had been positioned behind her, and were now tied with rope to the back of the chair, for twenty minutes now, Sonia had waited with blinded anticipation. The Masters had applied the blindfold to ensure Sonia would be the last to know that this night of public punishment was reserved just for her.     

The banter and chatter slowed into a hushed mumble, about 500 pairs of eyes gazed expectantly at the stage curtain, and then it was raised. The Audience gasped and then sniggered at the isolated figure of Sonia tied helplessly to her chair.  Long-suffering residents rubbed their hands with glee, wondering who had had the confidence to grass up this monster of  a slave.  

The Master addressed her victim, made her tell the pub why her husband had sent her to be punished.  The Landlady, who administered all punishments’ suggested that Sonia should take the drug now, the heightened senses and increased blood flow would make this experience all the more excruciating. Sonia couldn’t believe her luck as the two tablets were pushed down her throat, a euphoric high would surely take away from the reality of the situation.      

The audience had waited long enough, the Landlord selected a leather whip and a white wooden cane from the wall and approached Sonia.  Let the revelations begin.