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Slave Girl 2: Chapter 21
🕑 Added 2022-12-12 21:17:14 +0000 UTCWhen we turn the corner onto the street of Lydia’s business I right away spot Rosa, Colly, and the wingless angel Amadeus standing in the gateway. Unable to stop myself I break into a run, my eyes only on Rosa. Colly tugs on Rosa’s dress and points when she spots me approaching.
“Baby?” She calls, her arms out stretched and her wide sightless eyes fruitlessly looking for me.
I rush into her arms and envelop her in a great embrace. “I’m here.” We kiss hard and cling to each other as if worried we might slip apart forever if we did not hang on with all we had. “I lost my collar.”
“It’s okay.” She whispers. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. That’s all that matters baby.” She kisses me and kisses me again and again, holding onto me with a desperate strength. “I love you!”
“I love you too.” I say in a hush and humbled voice. All this fear, all this worry, simply because I’d decided to have a bust up with some bigots. What a fool I had been. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”
“Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. My boy. My boy!” Her hands explore my chest and shoulders, neck and face, arms and stomach, as if checking me to make sure I’d returned with all of my pieces in tact. Like me she didn’t know what to do with herself but touch me and hold me and feel that I was real. She hugs me tightly once more. “I’ve got you in my arms again. Everything is okay now.”
A few minutes ago I was on the verge of breakdown, my shattered spirit holding together simply on the hope that I would see and feel and smell her again. Now that I had her the pieces start to mend together once more. With Rosa safe and sound in my arms nothing could truly hurt me. And I knew she felt the same. My need for her bordered on addiction and it was an addiction that I was more than happy to accept. My need for my beautiful slave Lady was as necessary for me as water or sustenance.
Slowly it dawns on us that we were being watched. Nothing could have stopped the initial outpouring of love and relief but there would be a better time and place for us to express ourselves when we were alone. I kiss Rosa’s head between her horns and stand tall. Looking to my right I see the golden haired Amadeus in the same uniform, though with different insignia, as the officer who had just hassled and stolen from me.
“Hey Quintus. Sorry about what happened.” He says. “Things are complicated here.”
“Yeah.” I say, holding back a host of emotions at seeing that uniform right now I also hold back my words. If I spoke now I would likely regret it later.
Perhaps sensing this tension he says to Rosa. “I should get back on patrol. I’m glad it all worked out.”
“Thank you Amadeus. We’ll meet again. Okay?”
“See you again.”
As he takes his leave I look for Colly who had faded away during Rosa and I’s embrace. I spot her hiding behind one of the pillars of the building. “Colly, come here.”
Her chubby green hands clasped in front of her Collywaddle steps out. Her plump cheeks were streaked from tears and her huge amber eyes glimmered with fresh ones. At once scared and remorseful she blubbers sadly. “I’m thorry thir.”
“Come here Colly.”
“Go to him!” Snaps the voice of her owner.
She flinches at the hard tone then approaches me with here head hung low. Getting down on both knees…I pull the guilt-stricken goblin into a hug. “It’s not your fault.”
She hugs me back. “Yeth it ith. You were tho nithe to me and I…I… I’m thorry!”
“Hey, whose the citizen and whose the slave here? I chose where to sit. I bought the food. I was the dummy who decided to start a fight right in a public square.” Was she blameless? Of course not. A heads up would have been nice. But seeing her so down on herself I knew she had learned her lesson every bit as much as I had. There was no point in piling on now. “It was my fault. Not yours.”
“I should have…thaid thomething.”
“Wouldn’t have helped. I’m a stubborn one. It was my fault Colly. I just couldn’t help myself. Don’t you even worry about it.”
“That he is.” Rosa comes in behind me and lays a hand on my shoulder. “I can confirm it.”
I take her round cheeks and look into Colly’s eyes. “I have to give you your punishment, okay?”
She trembles a little but nods. “I wath hoping it would be you.”
Still cupping her jowls in my hands I lean close and whisper in her ear. What I tell her is where my land is located and how to get there. When I lean back and look into her eyes again I say in a low tone that would keep Lydia from hearing. “If you ever get into trouble like that again, or if you’ve got nowhere else to go, come find us. We’ve got lots of space and lots of places to hide if necessary. Okay?”
She stares at me stunned. What I had just told her was flat out illegal. After all of the shame of the previous hours my blood still ran hot. The bastards at the guard office might have beaten me into submission for when I was in public, but in private Consul Regula and his cronies had made a new enemy this day. As I’d said moments ago, I just couldn’t help myself.
“Y-yeth thir.” She says with a nervous glance toward her owner.
I smile and put my finger to her plump lips. “Shhhh.”
She nods. “Yet thir Mithter Quin.”
Looking up I see Rosa beaming down on us. I knew that look well. That look of pride. I’d told Colly that because I thought it the right thing to do but that look in my Lady’s eyes sure made it worthwhile. I stand and address the wizard. “I would like to get this punishment over quickly. We are losing light and I would like to make it home before it gets too dark.”
“I know of a reasonably priced inn if you are interested.” Says Lydia.
I shake my head. “I will not spend one more minute than I have to in this city. May I carry out the punishment now?”
“Of course.” She says. “Colly, fetch the flogger.”
“Yeth Mithtreth.” Colly runs off to fetch the tool that she would soon feel the bite of.
I knew from witnessing such things in the past that while I might swing the whip it would Colly’s owner to count the lashes. And if I was any judge of character Lydia was one to stick to tradition in such cases. A proper smack would have to be heard for the lash to count. Stepping in toward Rosa I whisper. “Quickly, how do I use a flogger so as not to hurt?”
“Mmm, such items were more Danae’s forte.” She says. “Hold it right at the top of the handle toward the tails, not the end. More control and less force. Keep the blows to the back and buttocks only. Don’t let the tips curl around her sides or wrap around anything. Just the back and buttocks. Try to strike with last couple of inches of the tails all at once. Gauge your distance, not too close or too far. Smooth even strokes, let your elbow and wrist do the work.” Gripping my shoulder she says. “You are very strong Quin but this isn’t about strength. Please be careful.”
“I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this.”
“I know baby.” She caresses my cheek. “It’ll be okay. Colly’s a tough girl. She can handle 20. She’s told me that she’s had much worse. You won’t break her. Rub and slap her back and butt with your hand a little at first to warm her up. Let her get used to being touched. And afterward give her a hug. Be gentle with her. Careful with her back. And tell her that she’s a good girl.”
“What?”
“Just tell her that, okay? Let her know that she’s special.”
“O-okay. If you say so.”
“I do.”
When Colly returns I quickly learn that while there was a novice on this side of the flogger there was old veteran of corporal punishment on the other end. She hands me the object, a leather flogger with a braided handle from which sprouted a number of long and supple flat inch wide tails, then marches up to a spot along the front wall and disrobes. Naked to the world she bends forward at the waist and places her hands on the wall with her feet about shoulder width apart. It was the Wall position. I had practiced it many times and I could see all of the little imperfections in the way she held it. But she was there because she had to be, I assumed that position because I was who I was. Seeing her like that…how I wished Colly and I could reverse roles right now. I would so proudly show everybody how well Rosa taught me my positions and what a good boy I was for her. And I would happily accept any punishment without complaint if it meant I didn’t have to do this. Beating up a couple of bullies? No problem. Raising a hand in violence toward a woman? No. This felt so gross.
I look to Lydia who stands on her stairs with her arms crossed waiting. She took no joy out of this but, from her point of view, it was a necessary evil. With a supportive pat from Rosa I take a breath and ready myself. The quicker this was done the sooner we’d be out of here.
Remembering Rosa’s advice to ‘warm her up’ I approach Colly and kneel at her side. Carefully I take her long braids and put them to the front. With the flat of my hand I start to rub the soft, smooth flesh of Colly’s back and bum. Her butt was…so squishy! Softer than any pillow I’d ever laid my head upon. As I rubbed her back briskly her huge breasts swayed heavily beneath her, hanging down as far as her belly button, and her big nipples stuck out prominently. Her pudgy green hands gripped the wall in preparation of what was to come.
“I don’t wish to hurt you Colly.” I tell her. “But I have to do this properly.”
“It’th okay thir. I underthtand.” She then flashes me a guilty smile. “Your hand feelth nithe.”
“Colly!” I smile. “Don’t tell me that. Rosa’s watching.”
She titters. “It’th true. Not as nithe as Arithtocleethe, but nithe.” My rubbing gets progressively harder finally move on to readying her a series of quick, light slaps to the areas that would be struck. When I spank her big round rippling, jiggling ass she wriggles and hoots. “Ooooo thir! I feel it in my puthy! I like it! Watch your toeth, I might thquirt a little.”
Rosa giggles and I laugh despite myself. “Stop. This is hard enough as is.”
“Yeth thir.” She winks at me. “It’th okay Quin. You won’t hurt me.”
I let out a breath and nod. “Alright then. Let’s get this over with.”
