Female Caning Novels & Stories

"Turn around." She did and the woman was careful to wash her whole body. When the other slave had finished and stopped the water, the other woman pushed the water to the drain with a kind of broom. One slave came to her and dried her with a towel. In three minutes, the cell was clean. And Karen was again kneeling over the drain. Her hair had been roughly braided. No words had been exchanged. The man came to her and cuffed her hands in her back and put two metal bowls on the floor, and everybody left.

Her pout matches Sierra's. “Let’s get something straight, No one keeps the boys out of trouble.” All the females on our end of the training arena laugh loudly. “And I don’t really see the point in prancing around in uncomfortable clothes and shoes like a slave for auction when I can’t even sense my mate, therefore getting nothing out of the torture.”

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't see the trap ahead of me, as I walked right to his men, who were camouflaged in the forest as trees. “Let me go!” I yelled, as one of his men yanked me from behind, dropping me on his shoulders like a bag of potatoes. His muscular arms grabbed my petite waist firmly. “Keep quiet madam” one of them sneered at me from behind. I punched his rigid back with all the strength I had in me, but he didn't flinch.

I wasn't so insecure about my body, but I still have marks that haven't left my body, and I can't have them see all of those. “Must I? I am sorry; it is my first time here!” I said, and they nodded with an understanding gaze. “We understand, ma, but we need you to take off your clothes, and that is why we have only female workers in this section.” The one who had been speaking continued her words. While the other lady stood there mute. “We need to be able to pull and rub all the parts of your body, and without having contact with your skin, we can't.” She explained to me, and I sighed.

The only thing on their bodies were tiny pink thongs that barely covered anything and were at least one size too small. Grayson looked down when he saw the two females standing on the stage, trying to cover their breasts. Unfortunately, when they tried, they were hit with a whip, which promptly made them uncover themselves. “Don't worry, we're using our gentlest whip, and he's not hitting them too hard. We don't want to damage the merchandise too much before you purchase it.” The tall, slender man said. When Grayson looked up, he forced himself to look at each person standing on the stage. They were incredibly underweight and trembling with fear. Some were crying, and the ones that weren't h

Cindy said, then continued on. "That gorgeous Mulan lookalike, is Lexi." Cindy turned Cara's attention to a young woman of Asian descent, with bone straight dark brown hair that could almost past as black, and round face. "She's a sub and very flexible, so a lot of our clients that are into freaky contortions love getting alone time with her." Cindy explained. Cara nodded but said nothing. "Our three Sexy plus size girls, Mona, Tyra and Savannah," Cindy pointed to three women with heavy curves and voluptuous figures, from left two right, respectively.

I yawn. “Bitch, you better go scrub that pussy of yours,” Lana fumes. “You're getting married tomorrow, and we want to make sure your holes are clean and shiny, ready for big dick Manny.” “Holes?” I ask confuse. “Yes sis, holes!” Ella chuckles. “We booked a full body massage and wax for you. Plus yoni steam and pussy bejewels.” “Pussy what?” This doesn’t sound fun at all. “You know, like putting edible rhinestones and sparkly stuff on your vagina. The Indians in India do it,” Ella nods.

Monique put on examination gloves. "We're going to start with your nipples, slave," Monique explained. "Mistress desires a vertical piercing, if it's okay with you? It means they have to be pierced individually as we don't have an instrument to do them both at once when it's vertical. Julia's going to give you orgasms during the first few piercings. Do you understand and agree?" "Whatever Mistress wishes," Cindy responded. "You may cum whenever you like," Monique said.

Jamal watched as she was dragged off, her knees scraping the floor and her voice still pleading for the men he had already ordered their death. He wondered what type of woman she was not to care about her own life. Any other woman would be on her knees pleading and groveling for her life. Jamal knew flogging a woman thirty times is like offering death to the woman the hard way. If the flogging doesn't kill her, her body would be marred for life. And a woman's beauty is in the spotlessness of her body.

It made her dizzy, it sucked her energy. The woman stared at her sensitive back which started to have red blemishes with just one whip. She batted her right brow, wondering how would she survive the other as per the command. She raised her hand and flogged her, making her arch her back with a strangled whimper. Her whines resonated in the room but she didn’t dare to stop. She flogged her again. Renai whimpered. Again and she kept whimpering.