Part 10 (2/2)
Kneeling in the center of the stage, were three slaves-two men and one woman. All were completely naked except for black leather harnesses fastened with s.h.i.+ny silver buckles which held their hands behind their backs.
”Oh, my...” Maggie didn't want to go up on that stage but the fierce looking giant leather man compelled her, practically dragging her up to stand behind the slaves.
”They have come for their punishment, Mistress,” he whispered harshly through his zippered mouth. ”You must not disappoint them.”
”But I don't know how...I mean I can't...can't do this,” Maggie protested.
”Yes, you can,” he a.s.sured her. ”And you must. Whip them, Mistress. Whip them until their bare bottoms bleed for the crimes they have committed. Punish their indiscretions, their blasphemies and wrongdoings.”
Maggie flinched-she didn't want to make anyone or anything bleed. She wouldn't even have killed the foot long caterpillar that had gotten her into this mess in the first place as long as it would have just left her alone. But the huge leather man was looming over her, looking like he might start whipping her if she didn't get started on the slaves.
The whip! Maggie looked at the instrument in her hand and had a sudden burst of inspiration.
”Well, I would start whipping them and punis.h.i.+ng their, uh...their indiscretions,” she said. ”But you know, this whip is just not...it's not right.”
”Is it of inferior quality, Mistress?” The giant leather man sounded genuinely concerned.
”Um, yes. Yes, as a matter of fact it is.” Maggie nodded firmly. ”I can't ever remember holding such an, uh, inferior whip in my life. This is just ridiculous,” she went on, getting into it. ”I mean, how am I supposed to punish slaves with something like this? How can I do my job if I don't have the right tools to do it with?”
”My deepest apologies, Mistress.” The leather giant bowed deeply. ”Another instrument of torture will be provided at once.”
”Oh, no-no you don't have to bother with that,” Maggie protested. ”Honestly, I was just thinking I could really use a break to go powder my nose and you know how tight this getup is.” She nodded at the black leather bustier she was wearing. ”I mean it takes half the night to uh, unlace it so you probably should go on without me and-”
”A flogger,” the leather giant interrupted. ”Perhaps you would prefer a flogger?”
”Oh, uh, no. Not really,” Maggie said weakly. ”Floggers are so, you know, last season.”
”Indeed?” He frowned. ”Well, then, a paddle. That will be perfect for you, Mistress. You can sit upon the chair and I will have each slave come to you in turn. They will lay across your lap and receive their just desserts.”
”But I don't want to give out desserts-with a paddle or any other way,” Maggie protested. ”And I especially don't want naked strangers in my lap!”
But the muscle bound giant was already in action. He whisked the whip out of her hand and replaced it with a huge, thick, black wooden paddle which had multiple tiny holes drilled in its flat surface. Then he pushed Maggie into a straight-backed wooden chair and grabbed the first slave-a tall lanky man with a very obvious erection-by the scruff of the neck.
”Come, slave,” he thundered, herding the man toward Maggie on his knees. ”Lay across the Mistress's lap and take your punishment.”
”Ugh!” Maggie exclaimed involuntarily when the naked man was shoved face down across her lap. His bare, boney a.s.s was sticking up in the air, practically in her face and something stiff and sticky was rubbing against her leg. Was that-? Unfortunately, yes it was.
Gross! He's leaking on me! Maggie moved her thigh, trying to get away from the eager slave's body fluids. She wanted to shove him off her lap altogether but with the leather giant looking on, she didn't quite dare.
”Mistress,” the lanky slave murmured. ”I await your punishment.”
”But I don't want to punish you,” Maggie protested.
”Then perhaps you would prefer me to lick your boots?” he asked humbly, looking up at her. ”Or perhaps remove your boots and suck your toes? I am told I have a most talented tongue...”
”Epletely grossed out by now. ”No, I don't want you to lick my feet! Are you crazy or just-”
”Just what, Mistress?”
Maggie took a deep breath. ”Don't freak out,” she muttered to herself. ”None of this is real. It's just a tree-dream.”
”A what, Mistress?” the naked slave asked.
”A-never mind. You wouldn't understand because you're part of it. h.e.l.lo? h.e.l.lo, I'd like to get out now!” Maggie raised her voice and looked at the ceiling, hoping that someone in authority could hear her. Who was in charge of the Dreaming Wood anyway? Whoever it was, they needed to get over here now before she was forced to use corporal punishment on naked slaves whether she wanted to or not.
”What's the matter, blondie-not liking the Mistress thing as much as you thought?”
The familiar, deep voice startled her because it was coming from her lap. Looking down, Maggie saw that the skinny toe-sucking slave had been replaced by a very large, very naked Kor.
”Kor!” she gasped. ”What are you doing here? And how-”
”Never mind 'how,'” he said. ”What I want to know is why? Why did you pick this particular tree? Are you into bondage and submission?”
”Absolutely not,” Maggie protested. ”At least, not this way, I mean...” She trailed off, her cheeks heating up as she realized she'd said too much. There was no way she was going to tell him she'd tried to get Donald interested in doing a little kinky s.e.x play-with him as the Master and Maggie as the willing slave-girl-and her fiance had turned her down flat. That was way too embarra.s.sing on too many levels to count.
”No, please go on,” Kor said politely. ”I'd be very interested to hear exactly how you're interested in this particular scenario.”
”It was an accident, all right? A huge freaking caterpillar ran right over my foot and it scared the c.r.a.p out of me. I tripped in my ridiculous heels and fell into a tree with black leather bark. Then I found myself here and I couldn't get out.”
”That does seem to be a problem for you.” Kor's deep voice was remarkably calm. If it bothered him to be lying mostly naked across her lap, possibly about to be spanked, he didn't show it. Maggie had to try hard not to look at his muscular, bare a.s.s which was right in front of her. It was certainly an improvement over Mr. ”Let me suck your toes'” boney b.u.t.t.
”Will you stop making fun of me and get off my lap and get me out of here?” she pleaded. ”Come on, Kor-I'm really uncomfortable here.”
”Then maybe some apologies are in order?” He was still looking up at her, his head c.o.c.ked over his shoulder with one eyebrow raised.
Maggie frowned. ”I'm not going to apologize for getting upset about the things you said about Donald. I've been with him for five years and I haven't even known you a whole day yet.”
”But I bet you've had more adventures in this one day than you have in the entire five years with him,” Kor pointed out. ”Right?”
”Well...” Maggie sighed. ”If you don't want me to apologize for the Donald stuff, then what? Hurry up and tell me so we can get out of here.”
”I believe I told you that the Dreaming Wood was dangerous and you shouldn't touch any more trees,” Kor said pointedly. ”Then you go and get lost and when I find you, you're up on stage about to beat some poor slave with a paddle.”
”I didn't want to,” Maggie protested. ”Only that big leather giant guy with the zipper mouth made me. He sat me in the chair and pushed this guy into my lap and insisted that I start giving out just desserts with the paddle.”
”So this doesn't get you off at all?” Kor narrowed his eyes, looking at her closely. ”You really don't like punis.h.i.+ng people?”
”Of course not.” Maggie was horrified. ”Who do I look like-Lady Pope'nose?”
”No.” His face relaxed into a smile. ”As a matter of fact, you couldn't be less like her. Come on, let's get out of here.”
But just as he was getting up, the leather giant came back. Maggie couldn't read his expression because of the full-face mask but from the set of his zipper, she guessed he was upset.
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