Amanda's Public Punishment

Amanda held the three quarters against the wooden support beam of the patio. Her nose was in tremendous pain but if she dropped one or more... No, she thought, I won’t go to that thought. I’m in enough trouble now. A short while ago perhaps twenty minutes, time is hard to judge when you have no reference, she was talking to her Husband’s business partner. She had been making rounds of the various guests including her sister. Jake, Michael’s partner seemed like a decent enough guy until her asked about her pierced nipples. What kind of guy asks about pierced nipples at a business Barbeque? She thought she deflected the question but Michael who overheard the exchange placed his hand on the small of her back and asked. “Excuse me Cunt? Jake asked a question, and it is very impolite of you to not answer him.” Oh Fucking Shit! She thought. She was about to become the next star of “I fucked up.”

“Excuse me my friends. My slave wife has been extremely impolite to my business partner. I intend to give her a punishment that will involve nudity. As everyone her is an adult I hope you can support my actions.” Turning to look at Amanda, he ordered her to strip. Amanda looked into the eyes of the guests in attendance, and what she saw frightened her. Most had a look of anticipation. Even her own sister seemed to show no sympathy for her. Deciding that obedience was better than stalling the inevitable, she pulled off her top. First sluffing off her sandals, she then removed her jeans. Hearing the next word from her husband “Display,” she stood up straight and clasped her hands behind her head and cast her eyes as far down as she could.

“Would anyone care to inspect her pierced nipples. Since that is what got her in trouble. Feel free to touch and or fondle.” Humiliation was always part of the dynamics in her and her Husband’s D/s relationship, but this was hardcore even for him. Fortunately, she figured no one would be brave enough to actually play with her breasts. No sooner had she finished that thought when she felt large muscular hands cup her breasts and then pinch her nipples. She struggled to hold her position and the air was sucked from her lung from the unexpected assault on her tender nipples. This lasted for a minute or two before he finally let go and was all too quickly replaced by a set of female hands. One after another came to her and fondled her breasts and pinched, twisted and or tweaked her nipples. “Be a good slut and thank the guests for playing with your udders.” She hated that word. Udders made it feel like she was a cow. But she mustered up the courage to talk. “Thank you everyone for giving my useless udders some attention.”

“Does anyone have some quarters?” Michael asked. Jan her sister answered him first. “I have three of them. She felt Michael’s hand lead her by her arm to one of the support posts for the Gazabo. “Nose! Hands behind your back. If you drop them, I will add additional punishments and time.” She knew what was expected of her and took the three quarters and placed them against the pole and then applied pressure with her nose to make sure they didn’t fall. Once in position all she could see was the pole now. Knowing that any lessening of pressure would allow the two quarters not touching her nose to fall, she leaned heavily into the pole. Time went by slowly as she listened to the others talking and having fun. Michael knew this was a cruel punishment for her as she hated being ignored. She was the center of attention, but no one was paying any mind to her. Her cheeks still felt hot when she heard the first guests thanking Michael for a nice get together.

Amanda felt the presence of someone standing beside her, but the pole prevented her from determining who. Please Michael let me go run and hide under a blanket and never see any of these people ever again. “Well Sis, looks like you got yourself into a bad situation.”  Amanda didn’t respond even to her sister as one of Michael’s rules was no speaking when in timeout. Please Jen, just go away. “Well, if you won’t answer then I suppose I will have to give a suggestion to Michael for further punishment. Hmmmm. I hear from my very own sister that’s he’s really good in bed. Maybe I should make the offer to keep him happy while he keeps you denied.” Jen had lusted after Michael for a while now, but sisterly love always stopped her. “Well by for now slave.”

Oh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit! Amanda felt the coins beginning to slip and slid down the pole. She added more pressure just in time but now she bent over in an awkward position. “I would have thought you wouldn’t want to risk them falling after the last time you let them drop.” Michael said to her. “I would stay more focused on your task at nose. Ha nose. See what I did there?” The teardrop mixed in with the others that she had shed since that question had been asked. Why didn’t she just answer him with a respectful “Yes Sir?”

Her mind flashed to “The last time.” Michael had used only two quarters, but she still managed to drop the one against the wall. The event earned her 25 strokes with the cane and twenty-five more minutes holding not just two but five quarters. His new rule he explained was a cane stroke for each cent dropped. She had learned quickly that holding one coin was easy. The stickiness from her nose help to keep it from slipping. She may love being submissive to Michael, but she had a healthy respect for the pain his cane caused her ass.

How long had she been here and how much longer she wondered not for the first time? Oh Fuck! Not again. She caught the coins a few more inches down. At least it felt like just a few inches but when she heard the comment about how the slut is sticking her ass out at them, she winced. Indeed, she was bent nearly in half. One more slip and her ass was going to be as red as her cheeks probably were. She moved her feet a bit further away from the pole and allowed her weight to hold her in place. Eventually the comments about her faded away again.

Her legs were shaking, and she knew she was going to lose it all soon. Her hands pressed into the small of her back in a vain attempt to relieve some of the building tension there. “Stand up slave.” Amanda forced her legs to cooperate with her mind to stand upright. Knowing she was far from out of the woods of discipline, she kept her eyes downcast and remained quiet. “Amanda. Do you know why I punished you?” “Because I was impertinent to your partner?” “That’s only part of it. Lately you have been acting more and more disrespectful to others. What is your fourth rule?”

Amanda had a flashback to when he first introduced rules to her and then would drill her on them incessantly. The memory was both fun and unpleasant. “Sir. My actions and words reflect upon your good standing as such I am to always be kind and considerate to others and address others as Sir or Ma’am regards of age or station.” “And have you been keeping to this lately? At all today before I intervened?”  “No Sir.” “You will go to each guest and apologize to them for being a disrespectful ass. Be sure to be on your knees.” She knew he was mad at her, but it was just now singing in the mad really meant pissed. “One last thing, save Jen for second last.”

At first Amanda thought he meant to apologize to Jake last but that didn’t make sense. The Jen’s words came back to her. Ugg. She made her way to the first couple and knelt before them. “Please excuse this useless example of a slave.” “Look dear it speaks now.” Amanda cringed internally. Telling herself she could get through this she pushed on. “I wish to apologize for my extremely rude behavior. I have been a disrespectful ass.” “Hmm. Does it sound sincere to you Margie?” “Perhaps if she kisses our feet.” Swallowing what little dignity she had left she bent over and began to kiss the woman’s heels and then the man’s boots. “Thank you for showing me my place at your feet.” Margie let out a chuckle and motioned with her fingers for Amanda to leave.

Each of the guests seemed to have an extra to add to her ordeal. Finally, she found Jake. He was last before Jen and Michael. She knelt before him and began much as she had for the others. “Please Sir excuse…” He cut her off. “Try again but this time lay prone on the ground and speak to my shoes.” Quickly repositioning herself she spoke to his shoes and made it all the way through the apology. “I have my own slave. She is waiting patiently for me to return and let her out of a cage that she really didn’t fit into. It must be incredibly uncomfortable bordering on outright painful to be in for so long. She is much better trained than you are. She would never consider being rude to a guest. I had thought Michael to be a better trainer than this. Go away.”

It hit home how disappointed in her Michael was. She wiped at the tears and knelt before Jennifer. “Ma’am. I have been …” She wiped more tears and found it nearly impossible to speak. With more determination than she felt she started over. “Ma’am. I humbly apologize to you. I have been disrespectful and callous. I have been an ungrateful ass and very presumptuous. I am very sorry.” “Apology accepted.” Jen said quite graciously.

Amanda looked at Michael and crawled to him. She placed her head at his feet and stay there until he told her to speak. “Master.” She used the formal title. She rarely used this title and never in front of others. “While I am sorry for being rude and disrespectful to your friends and my family, I feel that the greater wrong was in losing your respect. When I asked to become your slave, you warned me that it might not always be easy. I had thought you meant it might incur pain or humiliation.  My lesson today is that pain and humiliation is nothing compared to the feeling of disappointing you. As always you have found ways to force me to come to that conclusion on my own. I beg your forgiveness that I do not deserve.” She put her head back down and rested her forehead on the ground before his shoes.

“You sister has an interesting idea slave. She thinks that you have been enjoying too much freedom lately and thus having too much fun. She thinks you should be locked in chastity for a while. I didn’t like that idea because it would be I would have to sacrifice sex. Or sure, you’re good at morning blowjobs but what happens when I want to have some good ole fashioned pounding sex? So count yourself fortunate I said no. I do however agree that you may need further punishment. What are your thoughts?”

“Master. If I may? Ma’am. Your idea has merit. I don’t deserve to have orgasms or any kind of sex for … Well until my Master feels I may have learned a lesson well enough to be released from the belt.  If I am to be restricted in that way, would you be willing to fill in as a sex partner for my Master?” She held her breath. Either answer would devastate her. Yes, would mean that Jen would be his sex partner and he may come to like her more. A no answer would be crushing in its own way showing that Jen is a better person than Amanda.

“Tell me Michael how do you feel about sex with your sister-in-law?”

-- Aftermath --

Amanda Stood bound spread-eagle to the foot of the bed. She was facing away from the bed, but she could hear every gasp, moan and grunt from the couple having sex on what used to be her bed. They liked for Amanda to be in the room and able to listen to the sex. At first it was hard on Amanda. The unbeatability of not being intimate with Michael was terrible. But in the last couple of months, he was spending more time with Amanda and making sure she felt loved again. She wanted to ask how much longer but knew that would be a mistake. Instead, she tried to enjoy that she had a new mistress to obey and that she got to see more of her sister.