Chapter 1:Celia Exposed

Celia Exposed

Celia lifted her ruffled petticoat. "Don't make me remind you to get your bloomers out of the way," he said sternly fingering the belt and gritting his teeth as he watched her bare her bottom for him.

Celia's hands trembled as she parted her bloomers so that her bare bottom was fully exposed. She cursed herself for being nervous as she bent over with her hands on the chair. She had been punished by Max on a regular basis ever since she was sixteen years old, and she was nineteen now. He demanded complete obedience and compliance from his whores.

"I hate to do this Celia," Max said, though his words did not sound sincere.

Celia wanted to beg for him to let her transgression slide just once, or for him to give her a less harsh punishment, but she knew he wouldn't allow that. Max was known for whipping his whores firmly and frequently, and although Celia was his favorite, even she could not escape his retribution.

"Hold still and try not to make a sound or I'll make you truly sorry," Max warned.

He didn't need to remind her, she knew full well what the rules were. "Yes sir," she choked in a dry and feeble voice. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she was fully aware of just how sorry he was about to make her.

SMACK! The crack of the belt struck her bare flesh. Her eyes closed and her lips quivered as the pain began to sink in. Her hands gripped the base of the chair firmly and she willed herself to remain still.

SMACK! The second strike landed with equal intensity, "If I ever catch you buying dope again, I'll..." SMACK! He didn't bother to finish his sentence.

Celia and the other girls were forbidden to use dope. Max felt drugged up whores were bad for business. Competition between whore houses was fierce in 1870 Cheyenne, and Max was determined to have the cleanest, best dressed, and well mannered whores in town. He allowed them to drink a little, but they were severely chastised if they drank to excess.

SMACK! Celia bit her lower lip to avoid crying out as the fourth smack seared her bottom. She had been known to bite through her lip in an attempt to remain silent during some of her most brutal punishments. She hated Max's belt, but she feared his buggy whip even more. And she knew if she failed to hold still or if she made a lot of noise, he would produce the buggy whip. It was his philosophy that if she was going to make a lot of noise, he may as well give her a reason to cry out.

SMACK! Silent tears rolled down her face.

Max looked at her reddening bottom. He was far from finished with his task. He intended to make her truly sorry.

The other women who worked for Max were gathered in the next room listening to the smacks of the thick leather belt against Celia's backside. Lucy, the senior whore, felt responsible to maintain order and keep the other whores safe. It pained her to hear Celia being punished, but most of the whores seemed to gain a wicked sense of satisfaction when it was someone else being punished.

Lillian, the most lustful of the group, always got extremely turned on by the whippings and often fondled herself at length while watching or listening. If it was her getting thrashed she would fondle herself before and after her thrashing, and some of them wondered from time to time if she deliberately provoked Max to feed her need. Lucy smirked with amusement to see Lillian's fingers find their way between her legs and begin to work in a rhythmical fashion on her throbbing clit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The sound of the belt was unmistakable.

SMACK! "You were warned about the dope," Max said sternly.

Celia knew not to say a word or make a sound, and did not answer or talk back as Max lectured her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blows against her flesh continued unbidden, harsh and biting. She groaned from the pain, careful not to sob loudly as tears streamed down her cheeks. She knew if she was too loud, the buggy whip would be next.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as her flesh began to bruise beneath the heavy belt.