“A slave needs to have their skin exposed to be most effective in dishing out punishment.” Chainhill said nonchalantly. “Not to mention it is more appealing to the eye.”

“I cant-”

Her mother crossed her arms. “Marisa, you need too I mean- you already agreed. Don’t immediately go back on your word. The flog would ruin that dress. Now strip and you can get this over with!”

Marisa sighed before nodding. Her mother walked around, helping her unzip her dress. Wasn’t too hard to get it off of her, quickly sliding off her body. It revealed that the young latina indeed had a great body. Athletic, with smooth skin that was toned but also soft to the touch, with a sexy midsection, a deep and round navel, and a great ass that went along with a sexy pair of legs. She wore a matching pair of plain bra and panties.

“What a raise.” Chainhill said as her mother folded up her dress. Marisa blushed so deeply that it was apparent on her brown cheeks. She looked around, embarrassed and guests started to take notice. Her bra and panties were modest but still, she was in her underwear and heels. Her mother tapped her backside.

“Come on now, lets get you tied up on that X frame!” Her mother said, her breathing rapid. She placed a hand on Marisa’s back and guided her to the xframe. Chainhill snapped his fingers and a slave girl quickly slid a stepstool over.

“Up on here Miss Marisa.” He said with a calm smile. Years of being around slave girls helped keep him from letting his eyes wander. Ariel, and Geoff who had spotted what was happening however were more than happy to drink in Marisa’s athletic teen body. Her brown skin was flawless as she stepped onto the stool. She shivered, knowing what was coming. Her heart racing as she could feel eyes looking at her as she turned around, her front on display as Chainhill explain how she needed to let him guide her right ankle to the cuff. She shivered as she felt the cuff go around her ankle, being tightened until it firmly strapped her ankle against the xframe. As he took her right arm she made eye contact with Alridge, his predatory face had a giant smile, not grin, on it as he watched her slim right wrist be securely fastened.

Chainhill let Marisa’s eager mother take her left leg and place it into the opposite cuff as Chainhill took her other hand. She let out a small gasp that only Chainhill could hear as he and Julie secured the cuffs. In only her bra, panties, and heels she could feel the cool air of the party on her skin as all eyes in the room were on her. Ironically, this was a common sight at Draconian parties, so while everyone watched, there was not a mass gathering of intrigue around her. Rather just a silent eagerness as she was secured as people continued on in their conversations. “Wow.” Julie muttered. “You look stunning like this sweetheart.” She said stepping back.

Chainhill winked at her. “No doubt. Feel secure?” He asked. Marisa took a couple of deep breaths, making her firm and round breasts look splendid as she nodded. “Good, how do you feel my dear?” Chainhill asked as he took something from a plate that a slavegirl had presented to him.

Marisa thought for a moment, the overwhelming stimulation only left her with one word. “Helpless.” She the latina muttered as Chainhill chuckled.

“Well this will only likely add to that.” He said as he stood by her. “Open up.”

“Huh-mmmphhh!” She groaned as a small ballgag was firmly placed between her teeth. The pink ballgag went well with her bra and panties, it was smaller than most ballgags, designed for asthetic, her mouth was able to mostly fit around it, preventing most drooling and jaw ache. Chainhill lifted her hair as he buckled it tightly behind her head before dropping her hair back. “Mmmmphh.” She moaned into it, feeling totally helpless now.

“Enjoying the view?” Chainhill asked her mother as he stepped back.

Julie looked on, the brown skinned daughter of her's that was right ahead of her was gorgeous, with her athletic body not just on display, but inviting punishment being held up, securely fastened to the xframe. Her long brown hair looking silky, her pretty face with dark eyes looking on nervously as her sexy belly, with its deep round navel and perfect breasts rose and fell quickly. “She looks spectacular.” Julie muttered. She looked at Chainhill and spoke softly. “She looks like she’s in her proper place.”

Chainhill chuckled at that and took off a long leather flog that was on the dish. “Come Julie.” He said walking over to Marisa. He placed a hand on her belly.

“Mmmmph.” Marisa moaned, nervous and in fear, jumping in her bondage at his touch.

Chainhill smiled. “So this demonstration will be between twenty and thirty lashes.” He said, his hand still on her belly. “Most will be on her midsection, when we do this with slaves the belly is a very sensitive area to pain, and also looks sexy. Has a variety of areas to hit. The midriff, her sides, the ribs, diaphragm, the waist.” As he said this his hands went to each area, strong and warm Marisa shuddered at the sensation of the very attractive older man running his hand along her toned and silky smooth skin. Chainhill loved it of course, her body was tone but the skin was soft to the touch. “Now we will also strike her thighs a few times, these legs of your daughter’s especially are athletic but soft, perfect for flogging.” He said, his hand running down from her belly to the top of her thigh. His hand resting on the inner portion of it as he squeezed.

“That all sounds perfect.” Julie said watching.

Chainhill nodded. “Now I know you said it should be at a normal force, but I want to show you the difference.” He looked at Marisa. “These don’t count.” He said before lightly swinging the flog against her belly. It made Marisa jump in her bondage, but she didn’t even yelp, the flog didn’t leave a mark, simply a small area of warmness on her midriff. “That’s an easy love tap.”

“Much too weak, wouldn’t you say.” Julie muttered, looking at Marisa as her breasts quickly rose and fell. “We don’t want Alridge feeling like he didn’t get his fill and putting Andrea up here anyways right dear?” She said to her daughter.

Chainhill smirked. “Very well, this is a strike you might see in slave punishments, but much easier.” He said, sending another strike against her midriff.

“Mmmughmmph!” Marisa grunted out, tensing up on the Xframe from the strike. She felt a bit of a stinging pain on her midriff that quickly faded, with only a bit of redness showing up which quickly faded from the latina’s brown and tanned skin.

Julie paused. “Better but lets face it thats still light work correct?” Chainhill nodded. “Yes, and while the flog dishes out pain the key is to drag out your strikes so the poor slave girl who is getting punished has to feel the sting between each blow.” Julie nodded. “This is what an easy going but serious Master would do for a punishment.” He said, sending a sharp blow across Marisa’s belly.

“Agghagmmmphhhieeee!” She yelped out. Closing her eyes as a sharp and hot pain spread across her tummy. The stinging lingered as did a light red mark on her belly. “Mmmphh.” Marisa moaned in pain.

Julie grinned. “I see. And I understand how you would spread it out so she has to- whats a good word, marinate in the stinging?”

Alridge chuckled as he walked over. Marisa moaned in her gag as she saw this. “Yes Miss Julie marinate is the perfect word.” He said, putting an arm around both Chainhill and Julie. “A splendid sight, I must say.”

Julie giggled. “But I’m guessing that’s not the type of strike you would dish out to Andrea?”

“Oh heavens no.” Alridge replied. “Chainhill knows, he can show you.” He said walking over to Marisa, who had enough courage to look him in the eye. Hatred in her eyes as he touched and squeezed her bare belly, right in the center. “Right here Dux Vicar Chainhill.” He said in a formal tone, mentioning Chainill's official position in the Draconian government.

Chainhill nodded, walking over he sent a thunderous crack across Marisa’s belly. “Agggguuugahammmphhieeeeahhhhmmphhheiieee!” Marisa cried out, the flog spreading out and sending a white hot stinging pain across her belly. Her vision flashed white as she blinked tears as the stinging pain lingered, and a red mark could be seen on her brown and toned tummy.

“Splendid.” Julie muttered.

Chainhill nodded. “She has beautiful cries.” He muttered. “Now, how many lashes. The usual is around twenty-five, Alridge can be harsher.”

Julie turned to Alridge. “Would thirty be acceptable? We understand youre doing this to blow off steam for Marisa losing her temper and slapping you. Would thirty suffice as a punishment?”

Alridge thought for a moment as the pain lingered on Marisa’s belly. “At that pain level yes, from Chainhill.” He paused. “After he does thirty I think you should give it a few tries.” Julie’s face lit up from that.

She turned and looked at her daughter who’s brown skin had gone a shade paler from realizing she had thirty strikes of that pain coming. “So Mister Chainhill, seems we have an agreement. Thirty lashes at that force.” Chainhill nodded.

“Very well my dear.” He said walking over to Marisa and patting her belly. The young and beautiful girl’s breasts rose and fell quickly now. She had agreed to this to avoid pain being brought upon Andrea for her outburst. But now that she felt the pain she would receive, she was truly frightened, not sure how she would get through it. “Here is lash one.” He said, sending a thunderclap across her belly in the same spot as the last one had hit.

“Aggghhhauuhhmmmmmphhhieee!” Marisa cried out. Tears in her eyes from the pain, her toes curling in her heels from the pain. “Mmmphhiee!”

Alridge grinned now. “Oh lovely.” He muttered. Chainhill let the stinging marinate on Marisa’s belly for about twenty seconds before sending another harsh blow from the flog onto her belly, just an inch or so higher this time, the flog spread out over much the same area.

“Agghmmmmphhiieeeeeehhhiee!” Marisa yelped just as loudly. Her fingers digging into her hands as they balled up in pain.

Julie felt herself getting hot under the collar as she watched her daughter cry out in pain. Stripped, being flogged, it was the most wonderful sight she had ever seen. “I hope this makes up for her slap a bit, Lictor Darkwater.” She said, referring to his position and last name.

Alridge grinned at her as the third blow hit her midriff again. “Agghaughnmmmmphhhieee!”

“Oh indeed it does. Makes that light sting on my face seem oh so worth it.” He said, savoring the site of the senorita having a tear roll down her cheek, her brown belly slowly becoming light red from the blows. Another, another scream, he was hard as a rock watching. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but your daughter’s body was made for this.”

Julie paused, watching as Marisa’s right side took the brunt of the next blow, Chainhill didn’t wait long this time, five seconds to hit her left side. “Not at all Alridge.” She said turning to him. “Who could watch this and disagree? She was very disrespectful, the least I could do was let you enjoy seeing her body take some punishment; her soul was meant for it.” She said as the sixth blow hit her daughter’s diaphragm.

Marisa leaned forward in her bonds from this, coughing as the wind was knocked out of her. Chainhill leaned forward, pushing her head back against the wall and held it there as he struck her hard in the midriff once more. “Aggghauugghmmmmphhieeeephesss!” Marisa cried out. Her head falling back in pain. She wanted the pain to end, but that was only the seventh, the eighth on her navel and waist came soon after.

“Glorious.” Alridge muttered. Marisa had the attention of the party now as her sexy midsection was now visibly red to all who watched. Chainhill gave it a short break, bringing the ninth and tenth blows quickly down, one on each thigh.

Julie squeezed her body as her daughter screamed into her ballgag once more. “You’re right.” She said as Chainhill let her thighs bask in the pain. He then hit her diaphragm once more, making her cough into her gag. “Where is Andrea?” Julie asked, talking to Alridge but keeping her eyes on her daughter’s flogging.

Alridge smiled. “Oh once I saw this I decided to let Andrea become one of the serving slaves like originally planned. Though she has a ring gag in her mouth if any of the guests want to take her under the table quickly.” He muttered as Chainhill pulled back, the harshest and loudest strike hit her right in the center of her belly, the flog spreading out over her midsection as the twelfth strike hit.

“Aggaugghhmmmphhhaaahhmmmphhhhieeeeepheessssiieeess!” Marisa screamed into her gag, tears falling down her face.

“She looks beautiful like that.” Julie muttered.

“Yes.’ Alridge replied as Chainhill let Marisa suffer for a full minuet before strikes 13 and 14 were delivered onto her thighs in quick succession. “She’s gorgeous anyways, but sobbing and in pain? Stripped and helpless in bondage? I wasn’t being melodramatic when I said glorious.” Two more strikes on her thighs brought her total to sixteen. They were red as well now. Her sides then got strikes 17 and 18. “Look at those flog marks, can see them crossing her belly to make it red.

Julie nodded as Marisa’s midriff was struck once more. “Aggguugahhmmmphhieeee! Phhiessssieee!” Marisa couldn’t take it, tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to pull at her bonds but had no leverage. Julie had to admit that Marisa’s belly wasn’t even light red at this point, it was just red. Another strike on Marisa’s belly brought the total to twenty. “Aghhhmmmmpphhhiieeee!” She screamed. Poor Marisa now openly sobbed and wept, her belly wouldn’t stop burning and stinging, and it hurt, as did her thighs. Tears openly rolled down her cheeks at this point.

Chainhill paused and looked at Julie. “This is a lot for her.” He said, looking at her mother. “Feel her belly.” Julie nodded, walking over, Marisa looked at her with pleading eyes as she sobbed. Julie ignored them as she spread her hand out and pressed it against her tummy. It was very hot, and Marisa’s abdominal muscle actually twitched in pain. “Oh yeah, its really warm.” She commented, looking at Chainhill.

“Phesssmmphh.” Marisa pleaded into her gag at her mother. Julie gave her midriff a stinging slap. “Agghhhieee!” “Hush now!” Julie muttered.

Chainhill looked at Julie. “If this is too much for her we can end it here. Twenty lashes at that punishment level would have any slave begging her Master for forgiveness.” He said as tears rolled down Marisa’s cheeks.

Julie nodded at him. “I understand. But she agreed to do this to spare Andrea from being punished for her own mistake. And we already agreed to thirty lashes. I don’t want to go back on my word now, its best if you finish them.”

“Then I shall.” Chainhill replied, sending two more lashes onto her thighs. Marisa openly wept at her mother’s words, her screams mixing with sobs made Alridge extremely hard. Calling over Andrea she came to her Master as each of Marisa’s sides were struck, then struck again. This brought the totally to twenty six as Andrea was forced to her knees, her Master pushing deep down her throat. She was well trained at this point, and Marisa had to watch as the poor young woman, kidnapped from her home in the states, expertly took her Master’s large member. Strike twenty seven struck her navel.

Then her midriff was next. “Aghhhammmmphhhhieeeemmphess!” She cried out, her body bucking and her belly convulsing in pain. This made Alridge climax as Andrea swallowed until he was done.

“Good senorita.” Alridge said as Marisa’s upper midsection was struck. “Come on Chainhill, give us a grande finale!” Some people lightly clapped at this. Chainhill let out a soft laugh and shook his head but then nodded while Marisa pleaded and shook her’s. With a powerful force he hit the harshest strike from the flogger dead center on her midsection once more.

Marisa’s vision actually went black for a moment as she screamed.

“Agguughhmmmmeeeephhhaaaghmmmmphhhhppphieeeeeahhieee!” She called out, gasping for air as her midsection burned tremendously, and her thighs weren’t far behind.

She openly wept as her mother walked up, running her fingers down her midsection that wouldn’t stop stinging and burning. She regretted agreeing to this at this point. “That was a fantastic demonstration Mister Churchill!” She said as he and Alridge walked over.

“Thank you.” He said with the smallest of bows.

Alridge laughed. “Now Julie, I said I wanted you to try it.” Marisa’s eyes went wide. “Noommmphheesss!” She begged sobbing.

Alridge shook his head, reaching between her legs he seized Marisa in one of the most intimate ways a Master could, making her gasp and call out into her gag as Julie’s eyes went wide; and she couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Shut up! I am speaking with your mother, understand?” Marisa couldn’t close her legs obviously, for the first time she feared Alridge and had no fight against him, so she closed her eyes and nodded her head. “Look at me!” Alidge commanded the poor latina. Marisa forced her eyes open. “Nod.” She did. “Good senorita.” He said, releasing her most sensitive area. “Now Julie, take the flog.”

“Of course.” She said holding it with a grin.

“Good, lets get you, oh, eight lashes. You want to hold it like this.” He said showing her. “Then use your elbow and wrist to send it across her belly.” Julie nodded, doing it as hard as she could across her daughter’s tortured belly.

“Agghhaaummmphhiee!” Marisa cried out. It wasn’t as hard as Chainhill, but the pain, especially on her extremely tender belly, was still immense.

“Good, now the thighs.” Julie nodded, getting better with each lash. Marisa sobbed, she couldn’t believe her mother was adding to her pain. Enjoying it! But as she got better with each lash being even worse than the last she could only sob.

Soon the eighth strike hit her belly once more. “Aggggahhhmmmhhhppphieee!”

Alridge laughed and congratulated Julie. “See! You’re a natural Master! I could make you into a fine torturer in a day I bet.” He said smiling.

“Thank you so much.” She said looking at him. “Here, would you like to give her two lashes, bring it to an even forty?”

Alridge beamed. “Of course my dear Julie.” He said standing back. Marisa didn’t beg, she only sobbed as she saw his hungry eyes, his strike upon her now lobster red midriff was worse than even Chainhill’s worst.

“Agggahgghhmmmphhiieeeaahhhieeee!” She screamed, her body convulsing in pain. Alridge savored it, enjoyed it immensely.

“Shouldn’t of struck your betters!” He said.

The next hit was even worse. “Agggaghhugghmmmmphhhhppphieeeaaaaieee!” She screamed, losing consciousness for a brief second her head falling forward, gasping herself back awake from the stinging pain. She hung there, would of been limp if not for her bondage. Chainhill walked over.

“Dinner will now be served. I think speaking of marinating, we can leave your daughter up there to enjoy the subsiding stinging.” He said with a smile. “Nice decor for the dinner anyways I do say.” He added a wink to Julie.

She nodded. “Oh I agree. The best piece here if you don't mind me saying” She said as she followed Alridge and Chainhill to the nearest table while Geoff and Ariel walked over with their own grins. Marisa didn't meet them with defiant eyes, only the sobs of a scared and defenseless girl.