My hand restraints are now hooked to each other under my robe. With her hand on the back of my neck leading me forward, we have left the bedroom, but turn left out of double doors I had originally entered in. She leads me up a narrow switch back set of stairs, ten each to a set, up to the second level and back down a long hallway. Once at the top, she lets go of the back of my neck, and I feel the tug on the leash leading me forward. The hallway is wide enough that my leash serves its purpose well enough despite my blindness. The robe is keeping me warm as it appears there is no heat in the house turned on. My mind is lost in trying to understand what had happened in the bathroom, and how embarrassed I had been afterwards. Tears are streaming down my face as we walk. She had made me feel wanted, and I had wanted her. She must notice the tears. The games were over, she again reminded me on the way down.
“Oh Holly, did you really think you were here to be pampered and loved and mothered?” She says in a mocking tone. She clicks her tongue.
***tut tut***
*Bitch…*
“Might want to save some of those tears, sweetie.” She tugs twice on the leash and I almost stumble.
We stop, and I’m standing there wishing the tears on my face had already dried, my moist cheeks more of an embarrassment now. I hear a sliding door in front of me, and she pushes me in. The door slides shut behind me. I feel the floor lurch and I realize we are in an elevator.
*Rich bitch…so what…*
The car moves down one floor, and I hear the door in front of me slide open. She pushes me forward firmly a few steps and stops, standing behind me. The air in here is warm and inviting. As if on cue, she removes my robe and I am naked once again. My body relaxes. She reaches around my naked form and I feel my restraints are uncoupled from each other and I place them at my side. The fabric of her shirt feels soft and sheer. Her hands are around my head, and I feel my blind fold removed. What awaits my focus is amazing.
*A castle wall with a draw bridge? What the hell? A moat?*
I’m standing on a cobblestone road based on what I can see. We are entering in the middle of the road between what I think are medieval vendor carts, currently empty. Even though it is mostly dark in here, some utility lights are on above lighting up enough to see quite a bit. A lot of straw covers the area by the carts, while the road is clean. The cobblestone road leads up to a wide bridge; at least five people could walk side by side on it. The bridge spans the moat by about ten feet to an opening in a massive stone built castle wall where the cobblestones start up again. Two large chains drop down from the middle of the wall to the cobblestone side of the wooden bridge. A black metal gate appears poised over the wall side of the bridge, its wrought iron fangs deadly looking. Across the bridge and through the raised gate the red glow beckons.
The stone castle wall in front of me stretches at least a hundred feet in either direction. Eight large red banners hung from the top of the wall, four each to the left and to the right of the gated bridge. The insignia was the same on all of them; a shield in the middle with four different quadrants, each quadrant with a different relief. The light doesn’t reveal the detail of what is in each quadrant, but I can make out other features. To the right of the shield is a left facing lion, while on the left side of the shield is a right facing…goat? A bull? On the top of the shield I can see what looks like a midlevel knight’s helmet and on top of that another bull or goat head. I can only make out the words “PLAISIR” under the left side goat, and “EN FAITS” underneath the shield. I have no idea what the words mean. The artistry is very fanciful and vivid, laced with gold; a coat of arms from days gone.
*Holy shit this place is huge. I thought it looked big from the outside…oh my god…*
I notice black iron torches along the castle wall in between the hanging banners. They are doused now, but I can picture how terrifyingly medieval it must look. Where the massive wall ends along the edge of the building is a medieval tower, about ten feet higher than the wall itself. An exact mirror of that tower stands at the opposite end as well to book mark the impossibility of it all. I notice above, now that my eyes are adjusting, that there are gaps along the wall where suits of armor stand guard stoically but silent.
The black hole across the bridge in front of me seems to widen, as I realize there is an entirely hidden world on the other side.
*What’s on the other side? Fuck…you know what’s on the other side.*
I am reminded of books I had read about the history of England. I had read about the Tower of London, and I wonder if the trepidation I can feel building is anything like what those prisoners felt floating to the “Traitor’s Gate”. Above the gate, the wall opens up and a wooden platform overlooks the gate and the entrance by a few feet out from the wall. It has a wooden railing around it, but is clearly designed to allow people to address a crowd from above.
*What kind of a crowd comes here to a place like this? Who the hell HAS a place like this!?*
She has let me look long enough, and pushes me forward towards the bridge. She will not let me look back at her. The straw is softer under my feet than I expect, and the cobblestone road smoother than I had thought. She leads me across the bridge and I can see that the moat is filled with water, with several dormant fountains stretching the length. We cross through the underside of the bridge, and I stare at the bottom points of the iron-gate above.
I realize it’s a façade, but it’s an imposing façade none the less. She pushes me through the gate to the other side into the darkness and turns me to my left. I can now see two red lights further on over head of us pointed down at what looks like a large black X slightly leaning back. My breathing suddenly intensifies and I find myself taking deeper breaths. We are walking on the road, but I can make just make out shapes and shadows from the red glow ahead.
*Furniture? What is in here?*
I pick out things hanging from the ceiling, and as we approach the lit area around the X, I notice a large cage hanging about fifteen feet up from above it. There is even another large X cross further to the right of the illuminated one she has ready for me. My small breasts heave with each deep breath I take in my struggle to calm my nerves. There is a table to the left of the cross and as she leads me up to the X, I notice items of torture. There are long canes of different widths and lengths, along with small whips, clamps, and various other instruments, all intricately designed with wrapped leather grips inlaid with gold striping. I can’t take my eyes off what I am seeing, but before I can start registering what is laid out before me, she stops me by grabbing my mouth from underneath my chin and squeezing my cheeks. My lips turn fishy and she brings my head up. I barely have time to notice that she is wearing a very light and very see through red, long sleeve blouse. Her bare breasts are very visible, and I momentarily look at one of her nipples, but the tight pressure on my cheeks takes my eyes from them immediately.
”Holly,” she looks at me in mock confusion, squeezing my cheeks with her fingers, “did you really try to get a peek at my tits? Are you fucking serious you fucking slut?”
*Oh no…oh no you idiot…*
My eyes go wide with fear. My brain stops. I remember the cane strikes outside earlier. I grab my legs. My heart races and my face flushes. She squeezes a little harder.
”I asked you a god damned question, Holly.” She demands, her voice louder and more demanding than I have yet seen. Her eyes are narrowed and she’s right on top me, looking down. I feel her right nipple brush my cheek.
I try to answer to apologize, “mmph…mmphmmmm”. It sounds more whiny and pathetic than I wanted, but I can’t move my lips.
She grips my cheeks and shoves me away from her; her face contorted in disgust.
“Shut up.” She says, yanking on the leash and forcing me to stumble back towards her, and I fall to my knees. I look up and see that she’s wearing black leather stiletto boots that go up almost to her knees where the purple laces that extend their length from the toes up wrap the leather tightly around the pitch black latex pants that paint her bulging thighs and ass. The red sheer blouse has several, small black buttons, but only the bottom three of the six are fastened. Her chiseled abdomen gives way to almost perfectly round, enticing breasts. She does not let go of the leash in her right hand.
“Oh Christ, Holly…seriously? You play volleyball you fucking clutz? Stand up.”
I stand up quickly and get my hands to my side.
*THWACK*
I didn’t notice the cane suddenly in her hand, but I feel it. The thin, whippy stick has left another stinging welt on my right upper arm this time. I almost reach up with my other hand to grab it.
“ow!” I squeak, without intending to.
I look up directly at her. Her raven black hair is now perfectly straight and hanging off of the right side of her head, the left side exposing the shaved portion of her skull that reaches back around and underneath the other side. Her arms are no longer as defined as they look at the gym after a workout, but they are large and intimidating. I can make out that her eyebrows are just as black as her hair and neatly cared for. She’s wearing make-up I can tell, because her skin is smooth, but the red light makes it difficult to discern the colors.
*She’s gorgeous…she’s everything you wanted her to be…*
“Mmhmm” she voices in disapproval. She reaches over to the table on her right and I watch her hand. She grabs a wickedly beautiful paddle. She holds it up in front of me and starts turning it over to show me.
The entirety of the paddle is a single piece of dark wood. The red light makes it look perfectly black. The handle is somewhat thick and about ten inches long. The base of the handle is rounded and flared out, with a dark leather wrapping the stem to the bottom of the flared out paddle part. The paddle is about ten inches wide, and about two feet in length, and a solid inch in thickness. In the middle of the black wood is a large hole about two inches in diameter. My eyes, though, are quickly drawn to the metal design laid into the flat parts of the paddle. In the middle of the paddle, on both sides, and on either sides of the hole, are the designs of two long stemmed roses, with about two millimeters of the metal exposed. The stems are about six inches long, curving outward from the bottom of the paddle and arcing upward in a curve to the petals. Three thorns accompany each stem.
*Oh…my…fucking…god…*
I involuntarily back up a step, only to suddenly feel a strong and powerful hand on my shoulder from behind me.
*Mister Donovan. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…*
She doesn’t pull on the leash. Mister Donovan reaches up and undoes the latch. She places the leash on the table.
”Based on those thick little thighs and butt, I’d say you can run fast, but not very far. I don’t think we’ll need to worry about you going anyway though.” She grins wickedly. Of a sudden, her face changes to one of feigned sadness. Her shoulders shrug in disappointment.
“Sadly, Holly,” she says, “First we need to address the punishment for disobeying me at the gym earlier tonight.”
*Wait, what? No…no wait…I did everything you said!*
“But Mistre…”
*THWACK*
My left butt cheek lights up in searing pain and I grimace. I manage to keep my hands at my side but they shake for a moment.
“Did they lower their standards at her school this year, Mister Donovan?” It’s a rhetorical question obviously. I don’t hear him answer.
“She’s not exactly the brightest thing we’ve entertained, is she?” She smiles at me and then asks, “Is counting to sixty too difficult for a junior these days?”
*Counting to sixty? Oh no. No no no! On the leg machine? She was fucking counting?*
My face transitions from momentary confusion to terrified understanding. My wide eyes are locked on hers.
“The good news, Holly dear, is that you only fucked up by one.” She holds up the paddle and smiles. “Can you imagine if you had miscounted by more?”
*One…oh god she’s going to hit me with it…*
My rapid breathing intensifies with the morbid acknowledgement.
“Before our playtime begins,” she nods to the large cross behind her, “You need to turn around and face Mister Donovan. Bend over, spread your legs shoulder width, and touch the floor. Bend over all the way. I want to see your smiling face.”
*Fuck…oh god…*
I turn around and face my previous escort. He has no emotion on his face at all. His arms are crossed in front of him. I spread my legs, and bend over. I’m limber, and I’m able to keep my legs straight. I close my eyes for a moment, and put my hands on the ground, although the restraints prevent me from grabbing anything. My round butt is pointing at her, my thighs spread, and my ass and vagina exposed to her inspection. A firm hand on my lower back applies gentle pressure. Mister Donovan will not let me fall forward. My breathing comes harder. I look up at her.
*Please no…*
I see her take a step off to my right and hold the paddle in both hands.
She looks at me in the eye and gives me one last command, smiling, “Under no circumstance will you remove your hands from the floor, Holly. Otherwise, we would have to repeat this whole unpleasantness, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
*“Volleyball”. You can say it…it can end. Right here…right now.*
As if she can read my mind, she says, “Unless, of course, there’s a word you want to say?”
I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue. She holds the paddle tightly, and I can see her muscles bulging through the blouse. She lines up the hole in the paddle with my clenched tight little asshole, and I feel the coolness of the metal design on my ass for a moment.
*Say it…SAY IT!*
I look up at her immense and gorgeous physique, her dominating body, her striking face and eyes, and her ears; the memory of her hands on my head in the bath washing my hair.
She brings the paddle back. She tenses for a moment and then swings.
I clench my fists…and I close my eyes.
***THA-WHACK!***
My face contorts in pain, my eyes shut tight in a grimace. My mouth opens and I want to scream but no sound comes out. The force of the blow shoves me forward but I go nowhere. Mister Donovan pushes against my back and holds me in place. The fire that has exploded on my ass is a blinding white light behind my painfully shut eyelids. I finally manage to suck in enough air to scream…
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
My piercing voice echoes throughout the blackness. I feel a thousand blazing hot needles blistering across my skin. My fingers clench and my nails dig in to the leather of my restraints trying to grab onto anything. The pain is pure evil…fire spreading across my ass.
I stop screaming finally and try to catch my breath. I breathe hard trying to control myself. The sting is intense. My face remains contorted in pain and my eyes still shut tight.
*Oh god…oh god…*
Her hand moves gently across the cheeks of my blistered ass, and I wince as a nail barely brushes my skin. My breathing slows and I slowly open my eyes. I look up at her smiling face, the top of the paddle resting on the floor, her right hand on top of it as her left hand continues to stroke my bare ass.
“There now, good to have that done and over with, yes?” She looks at my pain infused face as she asks, patting the top of my butt at the same time.
I nod in agreement; wincing again as a nail again catches my still stinging backside. Her demeanor changes immediately. Her head cocks to the side and her eyebrows furrow in clear annoyance.
“Oh Holly,” She says, picking up the paddle and resting it on her shoulder. “Really?”
*Oh shit! Don’t nod!!!!*
”Yes ma’am!” I blurt out loudly, having forgotten to respond to her. “Yes ma’am, YES MA’AM!”
“I don’t know. You seem be forgetting too much for my tastes.” She traces a finger around what feels to be raised welts. I wince.
The metal on the wood…the rose…
“What do you think Mister Donovan?” She pauses a moment, but he says nothing. “I see. Very well. Holly, stand up.”
I stand up in front of Mister Donovan, mere inches from his chest. His cologne is nice, but he is still imposing. I do not turn around as I have not been told to do so. I stare at his chest but do not raise my gaze.
“Mister Donovan thinks one was enough. Sometimes he and I disagree on things. I hope he’s right and that you’ve learned your lesson there. I think you should thank him.”
I look up at his bearded face and find his smiling eyes looking down at mine.
*Thank you!*
“Thank you Mister Donovan.” I manage to squeak out. His smile quickly fades and he returns his gaze to her.
“Turn around.” She commands. I obey and look up at her. The sting throbs. She looks up at him behind me for a moment and goes on, “But time will tell, won’t it? The mirror, if you please? Holly, look over your shoulder.”
I turn my head to the left and look behind me. Mister Donovan is holding a good sized square mirror so that I can see my backside clearly. There is no mistaking the two beautiful dark welt outlines of two roses with stems and thorns one each on both my left and right ass cheek. I can feel their sting more intensely just looking at them. I swallow.
*Holy fuck!*
Her hand reaches under my chin and pulls my face back towards her. “It’s time for the fun, sweetie.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10367h0/hollys_tales_part_7