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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
James smiled as he listened to the first suggestion ~ to see Becca twistingand writhing under the whip as he enjoyed his meal had a certain attractionthat was well worth considering. ~
James reached out and with the middle finger of his right hand he split Becca'slove lips and felt the slick wetness of her arousal. Lifting his finger toBecca's mouth, he instructed her to clean the juices of her cunt from his finger.
Becca saw his hand reaching towards her and knew she would not be able tohide any reaction, nor was she supposed to. Taking that thought, she moanedas her Master's finger ran teasingly along her wet folds, her legs tremblingmore than ever. He leaves her wanting as the patrons had, only it seemed worsethis time as it was her Master's hand. The hand was before her face suddenlyand Becca whimpered again before taking the finger between her lips obedientlyand suckling it. Her tongue ran gently over the digit before it was pulledfrom her mouth.
"So slut," James addressed the trembling Becca. "We have quite a few suggestionsto consider and, by the looks of you, you're obviously very excited at theprospect of any one of the proposals being implemented."
Stroking his chin with his fingers, James gave the impression that he wasdeep in thought. He enjoyed the fact that his fellow diners eagerly awaitedhis decision.
The candle suggestion and the using of Becca as a plate were appealing, butthese would create too much disruption, whilst the feeding on her knees hefelt was far to mild a diversion to his enjoyment of the meal.
James was coming to the conclusion that the idea of Becca being whipped bya third party whilst and in the process he enjoyed his dinner, would be a fittingpunishment for her failure to remain seated upon the slave seat. In addition,after the first session of pain had been inflicted on his slave, he decidedthat he would offer the opportunity of carrying out the remainder of Becca'spunishment to his fellow diners.
Requesting the maitre-de to approach his table, James ordered his meal andthen checked that he was willing to release his staff to carry out Becca'swhipping. On confirmation that this was perfectly acceptable, James proceededto make arrangements to have Becca whipped during his meal and the maitre-destood, his pen poised to note down James's instructions.
"Whilst I enjoy my starter, I wish her to be silenced with a ball gag andfixed so that she is facing the wall. She is to be given 12 strokes of a mediumleather paddle across her buttocks and 6 strokes to each of her upper thighs.For the main course, she is to receive 15 stripes of a small cat'o nine tailsacross her back, delivered by one of my fellow diners."
James paused and listened to the appreciative comments from his fellow dinersbefore he continued. "For desert, she will have her gag removed and, afterturning the slut to face her audience, I would like her to be belted acrossher belly with a razor strop receiving 25 strokes, this again to be completedusing the assistance of another diner. To accompany the cigars and liqueurs,I propose to whip my slut across those fine tits of hers so that they are welldecorated with at least 20 red welts of agony."
Becca whimpered as James spoke and closed her eyes. She wished desperatelyto leave the restaurant, to run and cover herself, but knew she no longer hadany choice in anything and must stay. She had signed her life over to her Master,she could not leave and if she panicked and attempted it, Becca could not evenfathom the type of punishment he might give her.
She stood obediently and, even as her humiliation doubled she knew she wasincredibly excited. One would never know she had even pondered running awayand the fact she had thought it, brought even more shame to her mind.
Becca was trying not to make any noise. She used that for focus, as anythingelse would have her running for the door. The punishment was to be harsh; herbackside would take longer to heal from this whipping on top of the painfulwelts that still glowed. The drug in her system would have its work cut outfor it before the meal was done. There was no longer any comfort that she wouldheal in a few hours.
The maitre-de left James's table, but quickly returned carrying a box containingthe instruments of Becca's forthcoming torture. He held the container and offeredthe contents for James's approval. In the manner of a bottle of wine beingtasted by a customer, James lifted each implement and examined it before Becca'sgaze, and he enjoyed the moment as a cat plays with a mouse.
Summoning two waiters to James's table the maitre-de instructed them to escortBecca to where the waiting chains and manacles hung for the wall.
Becca trembled more as the waiters came forward and feared for a moment thatshe would cause a scene, but managed to keep from crying too loudly. Beccawas terrified and she knew she would not be able to get away. The two youngmen each took one of her arms and led her away before stripping her clothesmore completely from her flushed body. Becca was too nervous to put up anysort of resistance let alone fumble as her skirt and blouse, even her stockingsand garter belt were removed and her hair pulled up by a clip to leave herfeeling even more naked.
The waiters seemed to know precisely what they were doing and worked fast.The fair sized ball was held before her mouth and without even taking a momentto consider it; Becca opened her jaws and took it herself between her teeth.It was pushed in further and she groaned a complaint as the other waiter buckledit firmly in place.
Becca could feel every eye in the restaurant watching her be positioned.Soft comments were exchanged at the look of her naked form. She heard someonejoke over how sore her backside would be with the stripes already flaming onher cheeks. The reply from another patron chastised her indirectly for herpoor behaviour and requiring so much punishment. Another was kinder sayingshe must be new to her position and that firm control such as this would bea blessing for her.
Her legs were fairly spread and manacled tightly by one waiter while theother pulled her arms up and away, stretching her body into a living X againstthe wall. Becca pressed her forehead to the wall and cried softly in shame.Punishment was bad enough but to require punishment before the crowd was nearlytoo much for her to bear.
Becca was fixed to the manacles that hung from the wall, her wrist and anklebracelets were fixed so that she stood facing the wall, her arms pulled upand apart exposing the soft smoothness of her back. The jutting prominenceof her bottom cheeks was thrown into relief by the securing of her ankle ina widespread pose revealing to all present the soft fig of her sex.
The touch of the paddle startled her. Becca made a soft frightened noisein her throat as it was rubbed over her sore buttocks. Then it began. The pacewas slow initially but painful just the same.
The first six strokes were administered by one of the waiters whilst theother stood by the side to wait his turn. Each impact of the paddle pulleda muffled cry of agony from the bound slave. Her hips were knocked againstthe wall with every blow and her humiliation grew, as she knew it looked asif she were humping the wall.
James watched as the hard leather surface of the paddle smashed into thesoft yielding cheeks of Becca's bottom, raising six vivid red outlines of agonyover the upper part of her buttocks. On completion of his task, the waiterhanded the instrument to his colleague who, with similar precision proceededto slash the paddle across the lower cheeks of Becca's arse.
The upward direction of the strokes caused the jutting spheres to bounceand recoil on the impact of the leather paddle. The man had sufficient patienceto wait until Becca settled after each blow of the paddle, before he used thepaddle to smash into the reddening surface of her already badly marked bottomglobes.
The beating would have been extremely painful on unmarked flesh, but bearingin mind that Becca had already been caned earlier in the evening, the impactwas even greater. On completion of the allotted number of blows to her buttocks,the waiter handed the instrument to his fellow whip master. With barely a cursorysmoothing of the implement of torture down Becca's trembling thighs, the wickedleather was then brought swishing across her left thigh.
The experience of the waiter in administering corporal punishment was revealed,as he made sure that the last three inches impacted against the soft and ultratender surface of Becca's inner thigh, some three inches from her spread sexlips.
James sat enjoying his starter and watching the energetic actions of thetwo waiters as Becca was subjected to the beating he had prescribed. Afterthe waiter had placed another five red inflamed welts from knees to her cuntlips, he handed the paddle back to his fellow punishment master who proceededto lay another six vivid stripes of pain to Becca's right thigh, followingthe pattern set on the left thigh. Becca was then left with her buttocks andthighs glowing with the intense heat of her beating, whilst James finishedhis starter.
On completion of the beating a ripple of applause broke out in the restaurantas cries of 'Bravo' and 'Well Done' echoed in the ears of the waiters who hadacquitted themselves so well. No doubt that their tips from the clientele wouldshow an improvement as a result of the unexpected floor show.
Before calling for his main course, James stood up and, as his fellow dinerswaited in silent anticipation, he said. "I recall a suggestion from one ofmy fellow diners that Becca be whipped and, as I do not wish the waiters tofeel that they must exert themselves unduly, may I offer the pleasure of stripingthis slave's back with a cat-o-nine tails to that gentleman."
A burst of applause broke out amongst the occupants of the many tables asthe man who had made the suggestion stood up from his table. James noted thathe was a man of some fifty summers, about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighingapproximately 170lbs. His face was rather flushed and his eyes glinted witheager anticipation at his forthcoming treat, whilst his close-cropped greyhair and a small grey moustache gave him a military appearance.
He was in fact Greg Shunter, William's father and he had lived in Brookdalewith his wife, Nora for the past 15 years. During his residence in Brookdalehe had seen the town grow and prosper as a result of it's somewhat unusualresidents.
Greg and Nora took an active role in the life of the community and, at thattime, had several slave girls including Julie who, at that moment was beingsubject to the sadistic activities of his son, under their control who hadelected for a 1-year period in service instead of jail sentences for minoroffences such as jay walking. He was wearing a lightweight beige suit, whichbulged somewhat around his middle, and, as he quickly removed his jacket, theonlookers could see a slight paunch hanging over his leather belt.
"That is mighty generous of you." Greg addressed James. "It is always a pleasureto show these slaves that orders are orders, and have to be obeyed."
James offered him the leather cat-o-nine tails from the selection of instrumentsand he accompanied Greg to where Becca was tightly tethered awaiting the nextinstalment of her punishment.
Becca strained to look over her shoulder as she heard her Master addressingthe crowd. She didn't know how to react to the offer being given to anotherMaster to perform the whipping. The waiters had seemed to be doing a good enoughjob, in her opinion. But as the man spoke, she knew to be a bit more afraid.He did not seem to be the gentle sort from the way he spoke.
As Greg stood swishing the instrument of pain before him, James made thefollowing announcement.
"Greg here has kindly agreed to assist the employees of this establishmentwith the disciplining of my slave Becca. Please proceed and do not spare thedisobedient wretch!!"
She felt shame more keenly as James proclaimed her a 'disobedient wretch'.Becca cried softly and hid her face between the wall and her tautly raisedarms. Her jaw was beginning to ache from the large ball held tightly betweenher teeth. She continued to whimper. She was definitely reflecting on her faultsand wished desperately she could go back in time and remove the plea for mercyfrom the slave chair. This punishment was strong and her lesson was learned.
They were behind her exposed back now; she could faintly hear the swish ofthe cat as the men spoke again. The sound changed suddenly and Becca knew itwas on its way to her back. She tried not to tense her body.
"I'll take great pleasure in showing the young lady the error of her waysand she should reflect on her faults as the whip stripes her back." Greg responded.Raising the cat-o-nine tails above his broad shoulder, he slashed it down makingthe wicked leather strips spread evenly across the smooth white surface ofBecca's quivering back. Greg saw with delight the set of red stripes of agonythat had been etched across the soft smooth surface.
Painful red hued strips of fiery pain seemed to leap to the surface explodeon her skin, and Becca jolted, pressing to the wall as her body withed andtwisted. Her throat worked to make a noise, but her breath was simply not there,for it was forced from her by the sheer pain and torment that spread throughher naked body. The patrons were thrilled by the display, as she began to almostdance but without moving.
A second lash fell, contacting heavily against her straining back. Freshstripes criss-crossed the first welts of pain. Becca desperately tried to screamthrough the ball, but the gag muffled the sound. Greg continued the whippingof the recaltriant woman, enjoying every second of punishing her soft skin.Her screams again began to fade to soft shuddering groans, coming through thegag that kept her from disturbing the patrons too much.
James was able to observe the other patrons enjoying the sight of Becca beingpunished and he and the audience revelled in the pain demonstrated by the muffledsobs of Becca's screams, as the whip cut across her shoulders, vivid weltsof agony burning across the sensitive skin. Her body thrust forward againstthe straps, as her face pressed against the hard wall surface and was thenthrown back as pain cut across the surface of her skin. Her breath was drivenfrom her body as she tried to absorb the severe blows.
The cat' o nine tails sliced into her back again, and again Becca cried intothe gag, as the wicked agony of the pain etched deep into the muscles of herback. Again the whip swished through the air and smacked against the middleof her writhing back, and then another stripe of pain ripped into the poorwoman. There followed another blow, and another, each tore at the marble whiteskin of her twitching back, raising red stripes of pain across the soft, whiteskin of Becca's flesh each cutting deep lines of agony and torment.
The vivid red welts of torture leapt up over the smooth white surface ofBecca's writhing back as James continued with his meal. As he considered therare nature of the steak on his plate, it reminded him of the state that Becca'sback would be in, on the completion of the 15 strokes of the cat 'o nine tails.
The whip drew back and this time the lashes cut into the soft flesh of Becca'sslim waist, leaving a ring of torment and pain around her body. Greg drew backhis arm again and let the whip find its mark as it again curled around herwaist, this time and the sharp ends of the leather cut deep into her abdomenlike the sting of a hundred scorpions. The other patrons in the restaurantapplauded Greg's skill in the use of the whip and James saw several of themclap their hands together at the artistry of the last blow.
Delighted at this opportunity to make use of his skill, Greg again sent thewhip slashing across the surface of Becca's back and watched with satisfactionas it cut into her armpit and slice into the side of her heaving breast globe.
Greg then moved to one side, and sent the whip slashing out with a backhandedmove, and it cut into Becca's ribs with its bite and striped her belly flesh.Greg then flashed the instrument of agony once more, and watched as the tipslice into the soft tissue of her other soft globe.
His next blows hit her back, and then Greg decided that he would again demonstratehis ability with the whip. As the sweat was coursing down Becca's naked flesh,Greg brought the whip around in a horizontal curve so that it swept aroundher ribs and the tip cut deeply into the nipple of her tit.
The whip again hit Becca's lower back and it coiled around her hip, the sharpleather strands snatching at her smooth skin leaving marks of pure agony inher flesh. Becca's muffled sobs were becoming even more piteous, as she beggedfor mercy into the gag. Again Greg visited the lash to her writhing torso tocut into her sensitive flesh once again and the audience was treated to thetorment of the poor woman as she attempted to absorb and control the sheertorture of her quivering body.
James observed, with mounting pleasure, the final blows to Becca's shudderingnakedness and, in the writhing and twisting of her naked body saw the piteousagony of a slave whose only reason for her existence was to demonstrate shewas a helpless female in severe and unrelenting pain. The sheer power of theemotion aroused in him a heady sensation of total control and supremacy inhis veins.
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