A travelling nightmare part 2

The following morning had brought a chill into the chill so when she heard the bell ring, Helen chose not to move from under her quilt until she heard the creaking of the stairs under the warden's footfall.  Helen had been instructed that she must present herself naked at the foot of the bed with her hands on her head at the sound of the morning bell.  Sod that, she thought, it is freezing!  A few minutes passed and Helen could hear the approach of the warden.  She quietly slipped out of bed and adopted her position, quietly pleased that she seemed to have got around the rules without overtly bending them.  She could not have been more wrong.  Upon his entrance the warden informed Helen that he knew what she had done and she was going to be punished for it.  Hard.  He led her over to the punishment bench, and bend her over it, restraining her in place.  He pulled out a strap and proceeded to administer numerous strokes upon her bottom.  Feeling sadistic and believing Helen to deserve it, the warden concentrated on the crease of her bottom, a most sensitive place that stings all the more.  Helen cried out and pleaded, even resorting to apologising profusely to the man she was beginning to hate.  It was no good.  He had a number of strokes in his mind for her punishment and did not stop until he had meted out his punishment.  By the time he was finished Helen was bordering on tears.  The warden noticed this and offered to do something else to her.  Helen was wary of this tactic as it had been employed on her last night and had resulted in her being forced to perform two very humiliating acts.  Her bottom though could take no more so she begged for what she believed to be the lesser of the two evils.  Her warden had out-manoeuvred her once more.  He did gave her a variation on what Helen believed to be the less of the two evils; one that was far more humiliating and degrading.  This was a punishment that someone as innocent as Helen could never have conceived of before the reality of it began.  The reality was terrible and was made only worse by her tormentor having her face a mirror so he could see her face from his position behind her...

Helen was left after this morning hell and she curled up in her bed to cry.  She could not let this man see her tears; he may feed on them and become even more sadistic.  It was a few hours before she was called down to the office.  Without any word the warden cuffed her wrists and had her stand on a tiny low stool.  He secured her wrists above her head leaving her in a precarious position, especially as she was still naked.  She had no idea what he had planned but could be sure she was not going to enjoy it.  She was correct.  He had with him a collection of single tailed whips, which he used on her one after the other.  The sting of each stroke made Helen wriggle and writhe on her restraints in pain.  She could not move away from the strokes as without the help of the tiny stool under her feet she would be painfully stretched with her feet only just grazing the floor and she could be sure the whipping would not stop.  Instead she twisted carefully on the spot, desperately trying to avoid the sting of the warden's whip and failing miserably.  The warden seemed to enjoy making Helen 'dance' to the tune of his whip and each movement of her body only seemed to spur him on to inflict further strokes on her.  She begging him to stop, but again this was to no avail; he enjoyed her begging almost as much as he enjoyed her 'dancing'.  The warden did put down the whip and lowered her wrists from their uncomfortable position.  This respite was brief, however, as he instructed her to bend over the desk.  Helen was to taste his cane once more, and by now she knew where this was leading.  Either she took enough of the cane to satisfy her tormentor or she must beg for the alternative.  Once more the warden forced her to do the latter, enjoying her shame at begging for something she clearly did not want, but was going to get and very had too...

It was going to be a long three months for Helen if life was to continue like this.  She also had concerns of the warden having her sentence extended, something that would be more than a nightmare for young Helen.  She just wanted to go home.  It was time to do whatever this man wanted, no matter how painful, humiliating or degrading.  It was time to do anything to get out of here and get back to the safer lands of the UK.

I hope you have enjoyed the account folks.  No doubt I will have details of further punishments soon.  In fact I know I am due some more so not to fear, I have not become an angel!  Finally, thank you to HH for a fantastic weekend of play.  I truly enjoyed it.