Chapter 27: Punishment

As she had been trained, Donna first went to her room to prepare herself. She undressed and showered quickly, then used a lubricated dildo to scratch the ever-present itch in her pussy and ass.

Next, she sat down to apply make-up, a lot of make up this time to cover up her sleepy face. It had been a long day for her, much too long.

When she looked at the result of her quick make over, Donna was satisfied. The thick black eyeliner, mascara and the red eyeshadow hid her sleepy eyes, and the panstik on her face with the red rouge on her cheeks even gave her a fresh, awake look. As if she were almost blushing.

Donna had used gel in her hair to get it to look fresh and wild, to complete her hot, horny and ready to go image. The oil on her deeply tanned skin did the rest. She slipped into a see-through, short white robe. Donna recalled the ‘no underwear’ rule and left it at that.

She looked at herself in the mirror, posed a bit, and thought she looked okay.

When she entered the guest room, Ninon was waiting for her, a whip and an old dog chain in her hand.

“Okay, I want to start to practice the new rules that you have been given,” Ninon said, “and a chain will be necessary in coaching you.”

Donna sighed and stood in front of the closed door not knowing what she was supposed to do. Before, she would have walked over to Ninon, fallen to her knees and licked her to an orgasm while she masturbated to several of her own as well. But now, it was clear that she was obviously in for something new.

Ninon smiled as she looked with pity at Donna. “Oh yes, you haven’t read the new rules yet, have you?”

Donna didn’t understand what Ninon meant, and just stood still, awaiting further instructions. Ninon walked over to Donna to inspect her from nearby.

“Make up is okay. You’re getting better at it,” Ninon said as she inspected Donna’s face.

She took a step back and glanced at Donna’s entire body.

“The pose must be more confident,” Ninon criticized.

“Stand like a model. One foot flat; the other, on its toes. Arms straight down. And a smile on your face. Breasts pushed up and out.”

Donna complied.

“Ok, now let me look at you...” Ninon inspected Donna a second time.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

Donna began to feel just as she had when she had been inspected at Ms. Brendan’s house. She turned slowly, smiling, showing of her body as best as she could.

“That you can do better. Again, and wiggle your hips more. Take slow, small confident steps, and look at me as much as you can. I don’t want to see you staring off somewhere at the wall. Move your arms with more confidence. Do not let them hang like dead weight.”

Again, Donna complied. She turned as she swayed her hips in short arcs, side to side, letting her arms move easily, looking seductively at Ninon.

“That’s better,” Ninon said. “Now this is how you present yourself from now on. You have to seduce whoever is looking at you, the person you will have sex with, whether you know the person or not.”

Ninon began to give more instructions.

“First, you hold the pose for a few seconds, then turn showing off your entire body, and at last come back to your pose again and hold it. Your customer must have a clear and total view of what she or he bought. You need to invite him or her to use your body anyway they see fit.”

“Okay, now it’s time for a critique. You are much too decent.”

Ninon pulled the white robe aside with the whip, revealing a naked breast.

“For instance, you forgot to apply make up to your nipples and rub them until they were stiff. Your nipples must always be erect. Rock hard.”

“You have to really show how much you love having sex. Dirty sex. You are going to present yourself to each of your customers exactly for the kind of sex that each one wants. It will be difficult to know at first, but as you get repeat customers, you’ll find out their preferences and remember them. Or you’ll find out when they call you.

“Soon, you’ll have a regular catalogue of sexual turn-ons.”

The whip caressed Donna’s breasts and then drifted down to her belly piercing. After Ninon silently played a bit with the short glittering chain that dangled there, she traced the whip across Donna’s dark skin until the tip slid between Donna’s nether lips.

“Next time, this must be wet, much more then it is now. The wetness should be visible from a distance, maybe even have it dripping down your thigh. But that depends on what your customer wants, of course.

“For that matter, I’ve already taught you some of the things that Ms. Brendan wants to hear, wants you to do, and I will be teaching you new things that she likes. You’re going to become an expert in lots of new and disgusting acts, nasty new ways to satisfy your clientele, new ways to advertise what a slut you are.

“From now on, you say exactly what the person in front of you wants to hear and you will make it believable. Understood?”

“Yes, N ... Mrs. Bondain,”

Donna was uneasy; she didn’t know what would come next and feared for the worst. Ninon’s tone of voice was threatening.

“Ok, now for something new.” Ninon held the chain up for Donna to see. “Let’s teach you how to walk on a leash.”

Ninon wrapped the old dog chain around her neck. Donna felt awkward but stood still. The chain was cold and reeked of unwashed dog smell. It wasn’t like the fetish pictures or movies that Donna had been ordered to watch where the chain was clean and shiny.

This was just a cheap dog chain for sale in any pet store, and a used one at that. How this could this ever be erotic?

Ninon stepped back and looked at the setting in front of her, holding the chain.

Ninon nodded: “Okay. Now let’s walk.”

She tugged at the chain, forcing Donna to step forward. Ninon moved towards the bed, and Donna meekly followed, the chain dangling between them.

“There! That was easy, wasn’t it?” Ninon smiled, as they reached the bed.

“Yes, Mrs. Bondain.”

Actually, it was kind of ridiculous. They had barely gone 10 feet.

“Now when I do this... , “ Ninon pulled the chain down a bit, “ ... you kneel.”

Donna knelt in front of Ninon.

“And with this,” Ninon gave the chain a sharp pull up, “ ... you stand.”

Donna quickly stood again and fell back into her approved pose.

“Good.” Ninon nodded her approval. “You get the picture. Now let’s do a bit of walking and kneeling.”

For the next ten minutes, a weary Donna was paraded about the room, repeatedly forced to kneel and get back up at the pull of her chain. She felt odd as she did so. Ninon complimented her on her prompt reactions as if she was performing a most difficult exercise.

But it wasn’t, it was just weird, very weird. She felt treated like a little child, the way she was made to walk, kneel, get up, and walk again. One or two times would have been enough to learn the simple routine but Ninon drilled the exercise long after it had become boring.

Donna knew better than to let that show. She just paraded through the room, walking neatly after Ninon, and kneeling with a smile at the slightest tug.

The dirty chain, its smell, if there was an erotic side to it all, Donna couldn’t see it. They finally ended back at the foot of the bed where Ninon hooked the chain to a post.

“Stay,” Ninon instructed and walked to the drawers in the corner.

“Yes, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna answered and stayed in her pose.

She watched as Ninon went through a drawer and returned with a handful of leather straps. When she stood before the humble Donna, she smiled friendly and laid the straps on the bed.

Next, she slowly caressed Donna’s body again with the whip. Donna could feel the whip’s end on her cheek, going down her neck, on her breasts, touching, rubbing her nipples. She felt uncomfortable. Donna knew Ninon wouldn’t hit her for fear of leaving marks but still...

The whip glided down over her belly, which involuntarily shivered at the strange caress. It made Ninon smile and Donna just embarrassed a bit more. The whip came back to her belly button again, down across the front of her hips, just above her pubic region.

Ninon played a bit with her sensitivity, she understood. She was testing where Donna was still sensitive to touch. From the front side of Donna’s hips, the whip went down the outside of her left thigh and back up on the inside, ending once again at her vagina, or better, inside it.

“Spread your lips. Show me if you’re wet.” Ninon rested the black leather tip just below Donna’s clit.

Donna spread her legs a bit and pulled her outer lips widely apart with her hands, separating her inner lips too, revealing her pink inner flesh.

Donna couldn’t help it; she was indeed reacting to the way the whip’s gentle strokes. It aroused her, as did the pressure of the leather tip so close to her clit.

SWAP!

“Oooooouch!!!!” Donna screamed as she collapsed into a fetal position.

“Aaaaah!!” she screamed again as she held her vagina and rolled on the floor in agony.

It burned!

“That is for disobeying the rules, little bitch,” Ninon said coldly, inspecting the whip that she had just used to hit Donna directly on her most tender flesh.

Donna didn’t hear what Ninon had said, still writhing in pain. Both her hands were clutched tightly onto her crotch. She had been hit right on the terribly sensitive flesh inside her inner lips. The pain was intense, even more so because it had been so unexpected.

“Enough of that,” Ninon chided after a moment.

By then, Donna had settled into a soft whimper, still in a fetal pose, rubbing her wounded vagina.

“Get up.”

Donna struggled onto her feet, tenderly rubbing her sore vagina and moaning from the pain.

“I can’t whip your skin because you have a special skin treatment scheduled for tomorrow. But the inside of your pussy is just as fine and hurts even more.” Ninon snickered.

“Now first you thank me for correcting you. You must always say “thank you” after a punishment; don’t ever forget that.”

Donna grimaced and managed to mumble a quiet, “Thank you, Mrs. Bondain.”

“Okay, it’s a start.” Ninon nodded her approval. “You are still in training, so you still need to train on proper responses to everything.”

Ninon took the ends of the whip in her left hand and flexed it into a bow.

“Stand erect and spread your cunt as wide as you can. I’m going to whip you again.”

Donna hesitated. The pain had been so much. She had no intension of spreading her pussy open just so that Ninon could torture her. It was just too much.

Ninon saw her hesitation and smiled and shook her head. “Why so stubborn? In the end, somehow, you’ll do as I say anyway. Either after threats or after being tied up. Either way, I promise I will only whip you more. Now do it!,”

Ninon pointed at Donna’s vagina.

Donna looked at Ninon with tears in her eyes.

“Please...” she begged. Ninon looked at her silently.

“Please no more, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna pleaded, encouraged by Ninon’s silence. “The pain is too much ... I beg you...”

“Begging,” Ninon replied curtly, “is something that you do on your knees...”

At this, Donna quickly fell to her knees.

“ ... and secondly, you gave me no alternative punishment. You do agree you have to be punished, don’t you?”

Donna was lost for words for a moment. She looked up at Ninon and wondered what alternative punishment she might propose.

“You’re silent too long. Get up!” Ninon said after watching Donna try to think for a few seconds.

“No please...” Donna refused again.

SLAP, SLAP.

Hard slaps from Ninon’s right hand made Donna’s face snap from right to left. It happened so fast that she was still caught up in her surprise when the attack was already over. The pain told her she had been slapped hard on her cheeks...

“Get - up... , “ Ninon hissed.

Donna felt the pain in her cheeks as if they were on fire, but she quickly got up. Ninon had never hit her so brutally before.

“You talk too much and do too little,” Ninon said. “You’re not showing proper respect, you’re breaking the rules, failing to address people properly, especially me. Spread your legs...”

Donna couldn’t bring herself to spread her legs, even though she knew it would only make matters worse. The pain had been so bad.

“Have it your way.” Ninon got the leather ropes from the bed and returned to face Donna.

“Give me your hands,” she ordered.

“This is too sick. I need to stop it!” Screamed through her mind.

It was basic fear for the pain driving her to protest. Donna mustered what little courage she had left to refused.

“No!” she shouted.

Even before Donna finished, the whip came down hard, right on her face. In the next seconds, a stream of lashes came down on her as she cried out in pain and tried to protect herself against the whip.

When Ninon finished, Donna was crouched on the floor on her knees and ass, hands above her head for protection, screaming from pain and fear. And that was exactly how Ninon wanted her.

Within a split second, Ninon had strapped a leather rope around the raised hands, securing them tightly to one another. The other side of the rope was attached to a pulley above the bed. A remote started the tackle system, and Donna was roughly lifted up into the air.

“Installed this afternoon,” Ninon announced. “Together with some other new items in the room.”

Donna dangled in the air, too busy with her pain to listen. The whip had hit her face, her shoulder, her back, but mostly her arms. All of them burned.

“I told you that you would learn more about S&M; you just didn’t think it would be so soon, did you?” Ninon said as she grabbed a leg and fastened it with a leather strap to a hook in the floor.

The other leg followed, and Donna was immobile, her legs spread wide open.

“Just a little bit tighter...” Ninon said as she used the remote to lift Donna a bit more.

Ninon inspected Donna who was recovering slowly from the pain of her most recent whipping. She looked at Donna’s face, where the whip had left a nasty red strip. She inspected Donna’s arms and her back, where a few lashes had landed too.

She walked away to the drawers again and grabbed a bottle of ointment.

“This will ease the pain, and hopefully get rid of the red welts before tomorrow.” Ninon rubbed the soothing gel on the Donna’s injuries. “If not, well... , we will just have to punish you some more for it. After all, it was your disobedience which forced me to whip you.”

When she was done with the ointment, Ninon stood once again in front of the moaning Donna.

“You’ve got yourself in quite a situation, haven’t you?” She lectured, “Strung up in your own house, naked, spread, pussy bear. Ready for punishment...”

“Please, Mrs. Bondain...” Donna tried to plead.

“Shhhh,” Ninon said as she placed a finger on the lips of Donna. “Too late for pleading now. You had your chance. Now just undergo your punishment.”

Ninon went back to the drawer and picked up some clamps and a white thin rope. She went back to the sobbing Donna and felt up her pussy.

“Please Mrs. Bondain, ... Please no...” Donna pleaded fearing the clamps and what was to come.

“It’s not wise to talk, that will just increase your punishment.” Ninon said as she inspected the lips.

She pulled one outer lip out and applied a clamp.

“Nooo! Aaah! It hurts! Take it off please!!! Mrs. Bondain, I’ll do anything you want!! Anythiiing!” Donna started to shout in pain.

But Ninon ignored her pleas and applied another clamp to the other outer lip.

“It is not wise to talk my dear.” Ninon said again, as she expertly attached a piece of rope to one clamp, and swung the rope tightly around her upper legs, just below her ass.

The other end was secured to the other clamp, and the rope was pulled tighter, causing her lips to be stretched outward, opening up her vagina, exposing her inner lips. Donna couldn’t stop shouting from the pain, and pleaded for Ninon to stop again and again, but to no avail.

Instead Ninon showed her two smaller clamps.

“Guess where these go?” She said teasingly, looking Donna in the eye.

Donna responded with another wail and while smiling Ninon pulled, using two fingers, on Donna’s left inner lip.

“Let’s see how high you can scream and test this soundproof room for true.”

And with that the sharp clamp was attached to the sensitive labium. Donna indeed let out an ear-piercing squeaking scream as the clamp sharp teeth dug inside the sensitive tissue. She was sure it went straight through!

“And squeal again.” Ninon said as she applied the other clamp, and Donna felt each tooth sink into her tender flesh again.

She couldn’t help herself and screamed loudly and twisted and bucked hard in her bondage.

Ninon stepped back and watched her twist and turn and cry from the awful pain, a sick smile on her face.

After a few minutes the pain somewhat subsided, or Donna’s pain level adjusted. Donna calmed down and hung in her bondage, panting hard, crying. The clamps still attached to her lips.

When she looked down she saw the horrible clamps dig into her flesh. Even worse, the outer lips were stretched outward, causing her inner lips to be stretched too. The small clamps on the inner lips therefore not only bit down in the inner flesh, but also pulled against the strain, causing even more pain.

Ninon stepped up to her and caressed her face, and looked her in the eye.

“Are you ok?” she asked gently.

“No ... no ... it hurts...” Donna answered with her eyes closed, hoping Ninon would stop her torture now.

She even responded to the gentle hand caressing her face by swiping her head against it. All to stop the pain.

“The rules Donna, you are forgetting the rules.” Ninon said as she knelt down and inspected the clamps.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Bondain, I’m sorry...” Donna corrected herself. “Please forgive me, Mrs. Bondain, please stop torturing me Mrs. Bondain ... Please Mrs. Bondain!!”

“Shhhh, don’t overdo it, that just gets me angry.” Ninon replied, as she tugged a bit at the clamps.

“And how many times have I told you to be silent? You know it will increase the number of whips you’ll be getting there.”

Donna went silent immediately, but she still moaned from the pain, especially when the small clamps on her inner lips were touched.

She saw Ninon produce a rope, and as she cried new tears, she saw the rope being attached to the small clamps in a similar was as with the outer clamps. This time the rope went above her ass cheeks.

As Ninon slowly tightened the rope, thus stretching also her inner lips outward, she comforted Donna softly; “You’re doing great. Just keep silent and endure this with some decency. You can do it.”

Donna just cried, as she felt the pain and saw her lips open wide. She feared what was about to come but knew that all she could do was to plead silently for mercy. Screaming out loud had no use, no one would hear her, and Ninon would just get angry, inflicting more pain on her.

But the pain was so awful and consumed her whole body and mind. She flexed her body and rolled her head back in pain as the clamps with their sharp teeth stretched her lips. She never had felt such a pain, and the movement, position, her lips were forced into was unnatural.

The outer lips stretch her flesh a bit downward, and now the inner lip-clamps pulled the already stretched skin upward. Even her clit was protesting as it felt the strain too due to its hood tightly pressing on it.

As time passed Donna managed to keep silent, even though it took all her will power not to scream.

Ninon stepped back to admire her handy work. She waited a while until Donna calmed down and looked her in the eye again.

Due to all the pain Donna was sweating, crying, and her make-up was a mess already. Donna was breathing heavily through her snotty nose and drool was coming from her mouth.

“Now, Donna, do I have your attention again?” Ninon finally asked with a smile.

She was playing with the whip again, obviously to frighten Donna.

And that worked. With big eyes moving between the whip and Ninon’s eyes Donna shook her head frantically in approval. Doing her best to be silent, biting her lips.

“Don’t be so frightened, my dear.” Ninon said as she positioned herself closer to Donna.

She again stretched her arms and caressed Donna’s wild hair, her left cheek. Donna smiled humbly, and even kissed the hand in a useless effort to please Ninon. To plead for mercy.

“Good, very good.” Ninon replied, “Humbly, submissive. You know you have broken the rules today. You know you need to be punished, right?”

Donna pushed her head against Ninon’s open hand some more and nodded.

Fear of what was to come overwhelmed her, and she pathetically tried to please her torturer.

“Let this be a lesson for you.” Ninon said, “Never disobey the rules, and if you do, tell how you have to be punished.

“Be hard on yourself, else you will never learn, but remember, that is always better than the alternative. Now I will punish you, as you so unwisely decided, and that will cause you so much more anguish.”

Donna cried and pleaded with her eyes for merci. But she nodded anyway and braced herself for what she feared would come. She was surrendering.

A sudden sharp pain in her vagina followed, quickly followed by another one, and another, and another. Her world changed into one of pure raw pain as the whip merciless rained down a barrage of lashes on her stretched pussy. She vaguely saw the face of Ninon grimace with every whip.

Donna felt her most tender flesh being abused. Her whole nether body burned from the pain, and Donna noticed she was screaming her heart out, but she couldn’t hear herself anymore. She just was out of control, her body just spasmed with every whip, bucking out of control, as she slowly drifted away. She fainted.

When she woke up she was still hanging in the straps, and her vagina throbbed. She moaned softly as she felt her painful body. The straps had injured her as she obviously had pulled hard on them, her throat felt soar from all the screaming.

“How long have I been out?” She wondered as she looked down at her vagina.

The clamps were still in place. She still felt them, though their pain was nothing compared to the pain she felt inside her vagina. She saw the teeth of the smaller clamps had made her bleed, though not much.

She lifted her head and looked around, and saw Ninon standing in front of her.

“Awake again?” Ninon said, “Ready for some more?”

“No, please no, no more, please...” Donna whimpered as began to twist meekly in the bondage.

“You still have so much to learn!” Ninon said, and she hit her hard again between her legs.

Donna screamed hoarsely, and tried in vain to move away from Ninon.

“Now let’s try that again,” Ninon said as she held the whip with both hands and looked down on the crying Donna.

“Ready for some more?”

Donna shook her head no, as she frantically tried to understand what it was she was supposed to do.

“Please, Mrs. Bondain, please no.” she tried, hoping that adding the name would help her.