"Oh dear," said the Brother. "You are a fucking, hopeless bitch."
He stood up, grabbed hold of the long, brown cord that held his robe at the waist, slowly untied it and pulled it free.
"Please, please, plea -"
"Silence!"
"Plea -"
"Hold her Brothers, we need to punish our dirty little slave. She does not seem to know how to follow orders!"
Two of them came up on either side of her and grabbed her tied arms, they wrenched them back and she cried out as the one with the long cord stood in front of her and looked her up and down.
"Complete obedience, that's what you're here for, complete obedience! And what a start! What a start, you fucking bitch!"
He reached forward, grabbed the muddy tatters of her blouse and ripped them down exposing her firm breasts. He grabbed the material of her skirt and pulled it hard. It parted completely at the front but still hung from the torn waistband, and her shaven crotch came into full view. She felt terribly exposed but at the same time a surge of excitement ran through her as she felt the Brother's eyes staring longingly at her naked cunt.
"No panties and look Brothers, she is shaved!"
The Brothers shouted excitedly.
"Hold her tight Brothers!"
Her arms were pulled back hard and her breasts were forced forward, She felt her already hard nipples tingling with anticipation as soup mingled with mud dripped from them in long, streaky dribbles. Then the Brother drew back the cord, she stared up at him and waited, then it came lashing down.
Thwack!
It struck her full across the breasts. She screamed and wanted to bend forward but when she tried her arms were pulled even more tightly behind her back.
Thwack!
Her breasts stung as the cord lashed across them again.
"Hold her tight Brothers!"
Thwack!
The cord slashed across her dripping nipples and they sent two lacerating pains through her breasts.
Thwack!
She tried to squirm but was being held so tight she could not move.
Thwack!
Red lines appeared across her breasts as the cord slashed against them.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
She screamed loudly as the flogging continued.
"Let me serve you. Let me try again. Please, let me try again."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"I can serve you properly. I can, really I can. Just let me try. Please, no more. Please let me be your servant. Let me be your slave."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The lashes rained down on her breasts relentlessly. She sagged at the knees and felt the draft from the lashing cord between her thighs. Her naked cunt pushed forward and its fleshy lips swelled fully, their pinkness glistened as a moisture of desire spread across them and the more lashes she received the wetter it got. She felt her clitoris swelling and rising between the crack of her cunt, it was aching and tingling and probing forward, she wanted it held, she wanted it massaged and pulled, then she felt the draft from the cord getting closer. Her clitoris swelled and engorged, she could feel it poking between the wet lips of her cunt, then the draft got closer and then it was not a draft but a terrifying pain as the cord beat down across the front of her cunt.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
It slashed across her raised clitoris. The pain was terrible but still she pushed it forward and still it grew as her desire swelled inside her like a vast wave.
Thwack!
This time right between her crack. She pushed her pelvis forward for more and struggled against the tension on her arms, but not to get away, not to protect herself from the lashes, but to expose herself for more.
Thwack!
She wanted more thrashing, the beating was inflaming her, she wanted more and more. She struggled against the restraining hands, but not to get free, nor to offer herself for more beating, she wanted to feel their strength, she wanted to feel her captivity, she wanted to feel the tension of their grip and the pointlessness of her struggle. She felt a drawing inside her cunt, a pulling, a tension, a release, her clitoris was being beaten into an orgasm.
She wanted more, she wanted it whipped until it released her with a climax, she needed the pain to give her relief with that final convulsion of passionate frenzy. It built inside her as the cord came down, it touched her anus and she heaved up on the arms that held her then fell forward with a gurgling, convulsive shriek. The thrashing stopped and she was dropped to the ground, but she was given no time to recover.
"Now, fetch my soup!" the Brother ordered.
The bowl was thrust into her mouth again while she still lay on the floor gasping. She struggled to her knees and started back to the serving table, again her dress was lifted and she was spanked, but it was so delightful now, her body was flushed with her orgasm and the spanking felt like a gentle massage. Each smack pulled at her buttocks and tugged the swollen edges of her cunt and she wanted to bend over fully and take it harder, she wanted to bend over and demand spanking from them all until she finished again, but she knew she did not dare and kept going with the bowl firmly between her teeth.
The bowl was filled and she started on her way back. The soup spilled again and then she dropped the bowl and it rolled across the floor with a noisy clatter. For a moment she froze where she was, then she bent over, wanting to be smacked. She bent her shoulders down to the floor, laid her face down and lifted her bottom as high as she could, her cunt opened wide as she pressed her thighs apart desperately wanting to be spanked.
Smack!
A hand smacked down on her upturned buttocks.
Smack! Smack!
Another and another until they blurred into a stream of delectable pain and pleasure She raised her bottom high and lifted it towards the pain as the hands rained down on her. Then she was dragged to her feet, held from behind again and thrashed with the cord even harder across her breasts. Now they were covered in red stripes and, as she looked down at them, her cunt filled and finished repeatedly.
Then the bowl was thrust into her mouth again and, after it was filled, she carried it back to her master. He took it from her, looked at its contents and smiled approvingly but, before she had a chance to do anything, another bowl was forced into her mouth. She went to the serving table and crawled back again and again, each time the bowl was filled to overflowing with splashing soup. Her ripped dress trailed at her sides and her reddened breasts stung as she went from Brother to Brother carrying their bowls in her mouth.
Whenever they were not pleased she was held again and beaten. She was forced to continue until they had all been served and then she was ordered to kneel in a corner and wait for further orders.
Maria curled up in the corner of the dining room while all the Brothers ate their soup. She pushed her hands between her thighs and felt the warmth of her soft cunt. Her fingers played around its edges and pulled longingly at her erect clitoris; it stung from the beating it had taken but the delight that it caused when she played with it was intense. She wanted to be beaten again, she wanted to serve the food and be treated like a slave.
Soon the Brothers wanted more serving and the whole process started again. She crawled around the dining room with the bowl in her mouth, serving their food and taking her punishment whenever she spilled anything from their bowls. She felt desperately ashamed and wretched but also desperately excited and suffused with overwhelming pleasure.
When they had finished eating she was dragged to the serving table. Two of the Brothers undid the ropes at her wrists, then pinned her on her back on the wooden trestle. She did not think she could stand any more, her cunt was throbbing from the pain of the beating and the repeated swelling of her orgasms, and she wriggled her hips to try and protect herself, but two others held her ankles and spread her legs wide apart.
"Total obedience!" shouted Brother Arnold. "Now, my girl, let's test your ability to be totally obedient. Who'd like to fuck the bitch first?"