It was really hardâand more than once, Nicole thought that she would not make itâbut somehow, she managed to balance the glass on her back until Meghan returned.
She had ignored the painful cramps from holding her body still for so long. She had also ignored the tingling in her loins triggered by being put in this predicament. The time had not been boring: Nicole wondered about how Meghan would reward her. She also thought about possible punishments if she dropped the glass. It was frustratingâbut also strangely excitingâto be relegated to being a piece of furniture. Nicole giggled: If her parents would see her now, they would think that she was crazy.
âGood girl!â Meghan was pleased by how obedient Nicole was. She deserved a treat, and Meghan had thought of the perfect gift for her.
Nicole tried to keep her balance while squatting, rubbing her crotch against the milk bottle. Meghan had allowed her to come, but she had to do it this way. Nicole could not see herself, but the inherent degradation fueled her excitement. She even had to do it while being watchedâjust by Meghan, but still. In a weird way, this felt very, very good.
âSo, you would like to spend time with Nicky, eh?â asked Meghan. It was a rhetorical question, as it was obvious how much Peter was interested in doing that. âI think, Nicky would like that too. Isnât that right, Nicky?â Meghan squeezed Nicoleâs shoulder, indicating that she expected a response.
âUh-huh,â squeaked Nicole, overcome by shyness upon being called out like that. In general, she had become used to the stares following her, many being curious, some lustful (mainly from boys), a few envious (mainly from other girls). But often she still felt shy and meek, as befitting a barefoot slave girl.
âI canât hear you, Nicky.â Meghan did not let her off the hook.
âYes, Iâd like that very much,â mumbled Nicole, gazing shyly upward towards Peter.
Meghan, trained by her master to spot these things, could not help but notice Peter involuntarily licking his lips and widening his eyes. This would be a good opportunity to give her trainee some experience interacting with others.
Meghan continued: âWeâre all busy with the mid-terms in the next days, but afterwards⌠Why donât you come over and visit usâI mean, Nicky?â She grinned. âI promise I wonât be in the way.â
Nicole was immersed in one of her textbooks, when she heard Meghanâs voice from behind: âNicky, can you come for a moment, please? Iâll need you in the living room.â
With a jolt of surprise, Nicole saw that Meghan was not wearing her clothes and was shackled instead.
âYes, of course,â she answered, following Meghan, her curiosity piqued.
âYes, until tonight,â confirmed Meghan. She had asked Nicole to chain her to the wall. âNow that youâre living here, my master has tightened the rules. I just got a C-Minus on the Fluid Dynamics exam, so Iâm supposed to spend the rest of the day on the wall. No food, no drink, until tonight at 6.â
âAww, that sucks!â blurted Nicole out with equal compassion and fascination. âIsnât that super boring?â
Meghan laughed hollowly, âPart of the point. My master always says: âA punishment needs to punish.â If itâs something you secretly want, it wouldnât be a deterrence, would it?â
âUhâhuh,â agreed Nicole. For a while, this might be cool, but for several hours? She wouldnât like that. A small voice inside Nicole reminded her: You better get good grades on your exams then, Nicky!
Nicole asked: âAnd I? What should Iââ
âWhatever,â sighed Meghan. âWhile Iâm chained to the wall, I canât order you to do anythingâobviously. Think of me as just another slave girl. If you like, you can drop by, but you donât have to. Just do your normal stuff, really.â
Meghan was grateful that Nicole visited her from time to time. It helped with passing the time. As the hours passed, the cramps in her shoulders became increasingly worse, as expected.
âOh my,â Nicole stroked Meghanâs cheek compassionately, âis there anything you need? A bucket maybe?â Nicoles eyes flicked down towards Meghanâs crotch.
âNah,â gasped Meghan, almost crying from the pain in her shoulders. âDonât need it. I need water, but thatâs forbidden.â
âI wonât tell anyone,â said Nicole with a conspiratorial wink.
âNo,â Meghan almost shouted, âthatâs cheating. I. Donât. Cheat.â
âOk, ok,â replied Nicole, instantly regretting what she had said. She was no friend of cheating herself but had only intended to help Meghan. "No cheating, of course."
Nicole thought about what she would like to happen if she were in Meghanâs place and asked: âBut itâs not forbidden to, er, touch you, right?â
Meghan sighed: âNo, and I couldnât stop you, anyway. What do youââ
âWait and see,â whispered Nicole with a sly smile on her face.
Before she visited Meghan, Nicole had thought about what she would have liked to be done to her if the roles were reversed. What had Meghan said? I couldnât stop you, anyway?
So, Nicole decided to have some fun with Meghan. Just to relieve Meghanâs boredom, of course. Nicole could hear clearlyâand could feel with her fingersâhow much Meghan was enjoying her attention.
When the time was up, Nicole freed Meghan from the chains holding her against the wall. Exhausted from hours of confinement, Meghan crumbled to the floor like a marionette cut lose from its strings.
âAre you OK?â asked Nicole with some concern in her voice. Despite her worry, she couldnât help admiring the heavy steel shackles on Meghanâs wrists and ankles. In the back of her mind, she wondered how it would feel wearing them, and being chained against something, unable to move, helplessly exposed to anyone wanting to touch her.
âYes, Iâm fine,â croaked Meghan. âWould you mind getting me a glass of water, Nicky?â
Nicole reminded herself that, now that Meghan was free again, this re-established the former hierarchy. âYes, of course,â she said, jumping up. âIâll bring the water right away.â
Nicoleâs reputation had spread at the school. As part of her duties, Meghan required Nicole to run minor errands for others, like filling a water bottle or fetching a book from a locker â as long as it didnât impact Nicoleâs studies and followed a strict âno touchingâ rule. This time, three of Nicole's fellow students made use of her services at lunchtime.
Nicole didnât mind. On the contrary, she found it exciting that she could be ordered around by anyone at a momentâs notice. After all, that was what being a slave girl was about, wasn't it?
Nicoleâs reputation had its dangers. To no oneâs surprise, sometimes a student attempted to ignore the red lines Megan had set. However, Meghan had taken precautions for that situation: Through her collar, Nicole could call Meghan for help.
To Nicoleâs surprise, Meghan could transform into a ferocious unarmed fighter. As a precaution, Meghanâs master had trained her in both armed and unarmed combat, and she was not afraid to make sure that nothing untoward happened to Nicole.
Eventually, the inevitable happened, and Nicole failed one of her exams.
âI hate statistics!â complained Nicole. âCanât get my head around that math! Itâs likeâI donât knowâlearning spells invoking demons or something.
âYour first âF,â eh?â mused Meghan, smiling compassionately. As an engineering student, she had a better grasp of math, but applied statistics wasnât her favourite subject, either. âWell, Iâll put you on the wall for a couple of hours. You know the drill.â
âBut you did that for a Câ, it canât be the same for an Fâ answered Nicole, partially out of anger about herself not having studied enough for the exam. âI totally bombed that test. What would you get in my place?â
âWellââ said Meghan with a thoughtful head tilt. âSix lashes for a mid-term, twelve for a final, normally, but youâve never been whipped. I donât want toââ
Nicoleâs skin crawled. The easy way out was just to accept Meghanâs suggestion. However, she also felt that it was slightly unfair to be treated more leniently. She didnât deserve it.
Getting whipped? One the one hand, Nicole was afraid of the pain this would doubtlessly bring. One the other hand, it was the expected punishment for a slave girl that made a mistake. And it was an exciting, if unpleasant, experience. With a determined sigh, Nicole begged: âPlease! No special treatment. I donât deserve it! Just do what you would do to yourself in this case.â
âAlright, slave, no special treatment,â Meghan nodded and stood up. âCome with me!â
It was the first time that Nicole wore heavy steel shackles. It felt wonderfully oppressive and intimidating. Meghan had linked Nicoleâs wrists behind her back and led her toward the basement.
Nicole relished the cold embrace of unforgiving steel. Heavy restraints were one of the things that really turned her on, and her belly pulsed in arousal. If Nicoleâs arms hadnât been locked, she would not have been able to resist touching herself. As it was, she had no chance but to shuffle along, on the way to her punishment.
Nicoleâs heart pounded in part arousal, part fear, and part excitement triggered by being a naked, shackled slave girl being led into a dungeon.
Meghan tried to hide her nervousness as good as she could. It felt a bit like before taking an exam. Most importantly, she did not want to make a mistake. And Meghan certainly had more experience with being whipped than with being on the other end of the lash.
One the one hand, Nicole seemed open, even eager to receive the discipline in stock for her. One the other hand, although she had explicitly asked for it, did she know what she was asking for? Only one way to find out!
Nicole quivered in excitement, relishing the complete helplessness that embraced her like darkness after nightfall. Her legs chained together; one wrist locked to the spreader bar above her. In a few seconds, her second wrist would join the other. Watching Meghan, Nicole felt assured that her mistress knew exactly what she was doing. Meghan had been whipped many times. Nicole told herself that this was something she would have to get used to from now on.
âListen up, Nicky,â Meghan lightly stroked Nicoleâs cheek, concerned that the visibly aroused girl in front of her did not know what she was getting into. âWhen I hoist you up now, you might feel as if you canât breathe anymore. Donât panic. Pull yourself up with your arms, and youâll be OK. Yes, itâs tiring and fucking unpleasant, and your shoulders will burn like crazy after a while, but itâll be just a few minutes until weâre done, and that unpleasantness is exactly why my master wants it done this way. âA punishment needs to punish,â remember?â
Nicole gulped and nodded. Her heart pounded, as she became increasingly afraid of what lay ahead. But there was no way to run. Her ankles chained together, her wrists chained to the metal bar above her, she could just stand and shiver.
âAnd best clench your jaw before the lash hits,â continued Meghan, with quiet compassion in her voice. âYou donât want to bite your tongue when it happens.â
Nicole let out a quiet, fearful whimper. This did not feel like a game anymore. Yet a small, voice inside her chided her: Suck it up, slave girl! This is your own fault. This is exactly what you deserve.
Also, Nicole reminded herself that things could have been worse. A crowd might be watching her now, mocking her, pelting her with rotten fruit, lewdly feasting their eyes on her stretched, naked body.
Nicoleâs utter, complete helplessness gave her strength: Knowing that she was facing the inevitable, she braced herself for what was about to happen.
Meghan took off her top. Wearing just her customary sports bra, did not really have to do that but she still did it as a kind of tradition. Her master usually took off his shirt before whipping one of his girls for easier movement and to keep cool during the workout.
Nicole whimpered again when she felt the ground dropping away under her feet. She hung in the air, only held up by her widely stretched arms, the ground a few inches below her feet. As Meghan had warned her, breathing was now a challenge; a conscious act requiring her to constantly strain her shoulders.
Without further ado, Meghan started delivering the six lashes, keeping the rhythm coordinated with Nicole's pendulum swings. Not brutally, but with hard, fast, precise strokes. Slap, slap, slap; one after another.
âGaaah!â Each stroke delivered a new jolt of searing pain through Nicoleâs back. She involuntarily arched her body. For a few seconds, she forgot to pull herself up and struggled for air. Before this day, the worst pain in Nicoleâs life had been when she was stung by a hornet. This was on the same level. Maybe even worse because it covered a bigger area of her body; her whole back was aflame.
Meghan felt a wave of compassion watching Nicole suffer. She knew exactly how it felt. While she would never develop a taste for hurting others, she what she did was necessary. Strict discipline, and accepting the consequences for one's actions, was an important part of their life.
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