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Chapter 6 - Punishment
Claire slept heavily that night and the next morning she started to wonder if she should give up and just not go to work. But her parents and friends finding out that she had dealt in drugs - and the police - she would never live it down. Surely Mr Jarvis would get bored or would just be happy with her work today? He couldn't make her go through anything like yesterday could he? She dressed as normal for work in a white blouse and black skirt and set off.
As she arrived at the office Jarvis was waiting for her. "Come with me" he barked, and walked away. She followed him through a corridor and a door she had not seen before - it led down some stairs - she presumed into some kind of store room. He led her into a room which seemed empty but in the dim light it was hard to tell. With a click the lights came on and revealed a room with bare stone walls and a stone floor. There were various ring bolts in the walls and an array of ropes overhead which came down the wall to a control panel of some sort
"Welcome to the punishment chamber"
Claire spluttered "wh ..? what?"
"When you displease me with your work this is where we will come - it is the place where you will be punished for shoddy work"
"But you can't ..."
"Oh but I can - I can do whatever I like. Yesterday you were supposed to collect 25 orders is that correct"
"yes but ...."
"And how many did you collect?"
"Err ..."
"How many girl?"
"Three"
"Three - you pathetic girl - what do you think I pay you for?"
"I'm sorry Mr Jarvis - it was all the electric shocks"
"Sorry! Sorry is no good for me - sorry won't keep my business going"
"no SIr"
"Well you owe me 22 orders - and in the punishment room that will mean 22 lashes. But first you will strip - quickly - I will add a lash for every 5 seconds it takes you"
"But sir - please sir ..."
"23 lashes"
"Can't I do something else ...?"
"24 lashes"
Claire quickly began to take off her clothes - ripping at the buttons - terrified of the mounting punishment that was waiting for her.
Jarvis roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her to the middle of the room. He pulled down a rope from the roof and attached two straps to her wrists and attached these to the rope. There were two ropes on the floor and he did the same with these - attaching further straps to her ankles. The ropes lay loose on the floor and she stood waiting for her punishment.
Jarvis went to the control panel on the wall and pressed some buttons. There was a whirring noise and the ropes started to tighten - they pulled her arms further and further above her head and her legs further and further apart
"Nooo ..." screamed Claire as she was stretched. When the whirring stopped her feet were only just touching the ground and almost all her weight was on her strained wrists. The only movement she could make was with her head which thrashed from side to side to try and ease the tension.
When Jarvis appeared with the whip Claire froze - a bullwhip hung from his hand, almost as thick as his arm at the handle with a tip the thickness of her little finger - all in supple leather - it looked like a snake
"Noo - you can't ..."
"Now - 24 is a good number - it divides by three! You will received 8 lashes on your tits, 8 on your ass and finally 8 on your pussy. I dont believe in warming girls up for punishment so they will be full strikes from the start. Your tits will be first"
"Noooo!" screamed Claire - he couldn't - it would kill her - could a girl survive a whipping from an implement like that.
"Do feel free to scream" said Jarvis "you won't be heard and actually I quite enjoy it! You don't think you were supposed to actually collect any orders did you? If you had done I wouldn't get my fun here would I! Actually you did rather well - the last girl I had didn't manage to get any orders at all."
With a sense of cold dread Claire realised that this was all about Jarvis enjoying himself - he had no interest in her work - he just wanted to punish her for his own pleasure.
"Hear we go then!"
Thwaaaaaaak! Whistling through the air the whip lashed across her tits, striking just below both nipples.
"Aaaaaeeeeee!" screamed Claire "no, no, no, please stop please - I can't take this"
Immediately a red welt rose across both breasts
"Crack" the second blow fell - this time across the nipples themselves. Claire's shriek was piercing and was followed by gut wrenching sobs.
Three more strikes - Jarvis was deadly accurate - all the welts across her breasts were close together and all clustered around the sensitive nipple area.
"Now - only three more on the breasts" said Jarvis "but all of these will be across the nipples"
Claire spluttered and sobbed but uttered nothing that made sense, her mind only filled with the pain from her breasts
She flinched as Jarvis cracked the whip in the air a few times for practice and then screamed again as he landed three strokes in quick successtion across her nipples, each unerringly finding its mark. Claire's nipples were a mass of angry red raised welts.
"Now your ass" said Jarvis walking around behind her.
Claire became lost in the pain as the eight strikes were delivered, her head thrashing from side to side as stroke after stroke was laid over her buttocks, each leaving an angry mark.
"Now for the fun part" said Jarvis as he returned to the control panel. With a whir Claire's ankles were raised and she was leaned back, until finally she was held almost horizontal with her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed.
"Not many girls can take this without feinting" said Jarvis "let's see how you do"
As the first blow came Claire's vision went red - this was beyond anything she could imagine as pain - it went to the very centre of her being - she could think of nothing else.
Another blow - and she felt her consciousness slipping away.
The next seemed to be happening to someone else
And then blackness ........
"Welcome back" said Jarvis
His face came gradually into focus, she was sitting at her desk and he was standing in front of her. But something was wrong - she couldn't move and she was very uncomfortable. Gradually the discomfort came into focus and turned into pain - then more pain, excuciating pain .... "What ...?"she spluttered?
"Well whipping is all very well but it is the pain afterwards that is the real punishment. You are sitting on a metal plate - a little like a cheese grater - it is placed in the very spot that you recieved the whipping and will cause great discomfort. In the middle of it is a ridge, made of the same rough metal, which is pushing right up into your pussy, with your pussy lips either side of it - this will remind you of your pussy whipping - especially as you missed most of it. And finally you might notice that you are wearing a kind of bra - but inside it your nipples are resting against coarse sandpaper - just so that you don't forget"
As he spoke the pain increased and increased - Claire was fully conscious now and it was still getting worse. A spasm shot through her pussy as she shifted her weight - any movement caused the rough metal "grater" to rub against the welts raised by the whip and the pain was unbearable.
"You look wonderful - I will enjoy watching you for a while". Claire looked down, she was wearing her normal see-thru uniform and a casual observer would have thought she looked like a sexy and provocative secretary. The tears began to stream down her face as she realised what the day that stretched before her would be like ......
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