Novel & Cerita Chastity Slave Punishment

"Young lady, you will NEVER disrespect me like that again! I guess you've forgotten your place around here! I guess I need to remind you who you are!" Flora laid another four cruel welts across the American's exposed bottom. Trish's body shook with sobs. She couldn't believe how much strokes from a flimsy piece of tree limb could hurt. Flora stood over the slave, tapping the switch in her hand. "In school the usual punishment for disrespect was 12 strokes of the switch on the bare bottom. So, young lady, do you want the last four?" Trish managed to get out " ... no, Mistress Flora" between sobs.

I crushed her with a kiss. "I'll wait that Roden." .. The Unchaste Punishment

While still thinking I feel a sting then I land on the floor with a thud. My cheek burned as the pain started kicking in. “That will remind you that you are still my slave and you will not be going anywhere.” He says then leaves the table. He hit me, it is not the first time but I thought that today there will be no punishments or hitting but he did it. All because of these people’s lies.

I ask, confused. I can hear the whispers of students around. “Are you okay?” I held out my hand to help her stand up. “T-Thank you A-Aira,” I could see the redness on her cheek, and her belongings were on the ground. Those students left when the bell rang. Cherry immediately took her bag and other belongings to the ground. I and only Ysay left in here. “What did Cherry do to you? Why did you slap her?” I seriously ask her. Of course, there's no reason-- I mean, the only reason is they bully her for being poor that's all. How stupid isn't it?

"The Willful killing of a slave was fine £700 and passion killing £350." The way Master Joshua Gallagher loved money. Maybe... just maybe he wouldn't kill me. Why waste any pound on me? He wouldn't want to pay that fine. Again, out of all his seven children William is by far his favorite, perhaps he would kill me. William was his pride and joy, the last born. He wouldn't mind paying that amount to make his sons mistake to disappear. Slave homes were searched every two weeks for weapons or stolen goods. Punishment could escalate from loss of a ear, branding, and nose slitting to death on the fourth offense. Such things kept me up at night. Overthinking—

"I will not be rude to my Master." He slaps again, the other cheek. It stings and I yelp. He continues. "My Master does not lie to me." I sober up at this, at what he is telling me. "My Master does not lie to me." Slap. My pussy is streaming, and hot liquid runs down inside my thighs. "My Master will punish me if I am rude to him." Slap. "My Master will punish me if I am rude to him." Slap. This time, the slap is not on the cheeks of my butt, but on my engorging pussy and I squeal. My Master takes no notice. "My Master is going to fuck my brains out as a punishment."

He can tie the person who will lie down here. “I tie my slave on the bed but when I feel like I want her to be standing in front of me while she is restrained, I tie her here." He showed me the restraint hanging from the ceiling and the other two for the feet are on the floor. Everything here looks scary and they all look like devices to torture someone to their death except for the s3x toys which are also a lot. He has different kinds of toys that he can use with a woman. It seems like he has all of them.