Corruption of Salim
Copyright© 2026 by Andosius
Chapter 3: Making an example
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: Making an example - Wealthy artist buys an exotic slave girl who leads him to darker and darker things.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Historical BDSM MaleDom Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Black Female Anal Sex Oral Sex Needles
The next evening, Salim found the atrium floor dirty and made a great scene of it. He ordered Horsetail to submit herself to 33 lashes, but she kept arguing and making a fuss. He forcibly tied her to a column, her hands bound to the lamp hook above her head. Then Salim ordered Nasir to bring whips from the stable and pay attention to what followed.
I prefer using words, not rods, but if you refuse one, you will get the other, - Salim instructed, - and I do not accept slack and shoddy working from my servants. That concerns you as well, Nasir.
He looked sharply at the young man, who trembled and clutched the assortment of whips tightly to his chest.
Not only have you, Horsetail, done sloppy work, but you also failed to submit promptly. For that, you will get it tripled, - Salim made a pause, - now, Nasir, be so kind and undress her.
Nasir hastened to obey but fumbled with removing her dress while holding all the whips he had brought. Finally, the slave woman’s garb fell to the floor, her shapely nakedness covered only by a slim loincloth. Salim noticed how his young servant’s hands trembled when they brushed the girl’s skin. Was it just nerves? The artist wondered, and smiled wickedly.
Now, hand me a whip of your choice and count out loud, - Salim ordered.
Nasir handed him one, sheepish glee on his young face. It was a heavy flogger with thongs three cubits long, a tool as terrible as it was unwieldy. Looking back and seeing the chosen implement, Horsetail snorted in disdain, but then, as if remembering something, begged him in her lisping, sibilant voice not to triple the lashes.
Her pleas dissolved into a wordless, strangled gasp as the cords whistled down and impacted against her bare shoulders, drawing whitish abrasion marks across her dark, heavily scarred back. She convulsed in her restraints, as if at the shock of the blow.
Salim hit her upper back again and again, at moderate force, making her thrust out her splendid breasts as she arched her back under the onslaught. He was not angry at her, but the heavy flogger required certain strength in its application for the blows to look proper.
After a dozen blows, Horsetail started to weep softly, seemingly overcome by pain. The upper part of her back was a motley of dark-brown and light-pink, the thin outer layer of skin already stripped in places by the harsh instrument. Salim put the flogger away and took a hefty cane, two fingers thick. Taking a few practice swings, he launched into a moralizing tirade about obedience and duty.
He swung the stick at the middle of the bound slave’s left calf. She jerked her leg with a yelp. He hit the other calf, then the thigh above it, the calf again, and the other thigh. With each blow, she jerked her legs as if in great pain, and as the cane stung her in rapid succession, she appeared to dance or trot, her shapely legs going up and down. Sometimes both of her legs were in the air, leaving her to hang by her wrists. All this prancing made her full breasts and ass shake and jiggle enticingly.
The sight was pleasing to his eyes. Carried away, Salim hardly noticed that he had given her three dozen cane strikes. If his arm hadn’t been getting tired, he might have finished all the scheduled strikes with it. Gazing at his handiwork, he noticed the slave woman’s calves and thighs were developing darkening bruises. Enough for this area as well.
He took a good look at Nasir. The lad was staring, open-mouthed, at Horsetail’s trembling, sweaty nakedness. Noticing Salim’s gaze, Nasir wiped sweat from his freckled brow and put on a serious face. Salim saw the boy stoop a little and hold his legs together, as if hiding something.
Better to learn at others’ expense than at your own, don’t you think? – remarked Salim, patting Nasir on the head, making him cringe.
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