When Lady Wilhemina heard that Princess Annabeth had gone streaking again, she realised that corporal punishment for the young blonde could no longer be avoided. Public humiliation had failed. She called Carmilla the maid, and told her to open the disused dungeon and have the bulk of the dust swept out.
Carmilla had always wanted to hear that particular order. But she said "I hope Your Ladyship realises that punishing Her Highness for going naked has a certain hypocrisy to it, for which Your Ladyship must pay." Having signed a solemn agreement to allow Carmilla to punish her for such faults, Lady W could only nod her head in resignation. An unfortunate loophole in that same contract also meant that Carmilla could force her to remain naked almost indefinitely.
When the dungeon was opened, Carmilla did a quick reconnoitre as the other servants were sweeping. She found a wooden bench in the central area with four metal rings embedded in it as securing points. "That will do nicely for the Princess" she thought. "But I might find something better for Her Ladyship".
Later, Annabeth suddenly found herself confronted with the evidence against her, namely one pair of panties abandoned on a farm track and the statement of a guardsman describing their former occupant. Lady W said she had run out of patience and was going to paddle the Princess' royal backside. "And since your preferred state of dress is naked, that's how you'll be for your punishment." Between them, Carmilla and the nude middle-aged aristocrat stripped Annabeth to the buff and began dragging her downstairs.
The Princess screamed and promised to behave all the way to the dungeon, but both her captors were stronger and she had no chance against both. She was secured face down to the wooden bench Carmilla had found, and the iron rings were locked into place.
Carmilla had thoughtfully brought down the same paddle she had used on Lady W earlier, and now handed it to her. Then with great glee she stood aside to watch one naked royal woman punish another.
As a spoilt brat who had never been spanked in her life, the Princess screamed at the top of her voice when the wooden paddle smacked down onto her bare bottom the first time. The dungeon had not heard such screams for many decades as the hard instrument continued to rise and fall. When tears and promises didn't work, Annabeth tried threatening to tell her parents. "I believe Their Majesties will thank me for doing what they couldn't summon the courage and good sense to do!" replied Lady Wilhemina.
Carmilla watched her employer's large loose breasts swing as she wielded the paddle for forty painful strokes. At the end, Annabeth's face was covered in tears and her bottom bright red. Carmilla unsecured the metal rings, but Lady W said "Don't run away yet, Annabeth. You have to watch the other consequence of your actions." She explained her contract with Carmilla and added "Your behaviour is my responsibility. So your actions will cost me a punishment which, if I know Carmilla, will be worse than your own."
"Indeed, Your Ladyship" said Carmilla. "Come further into the dungeon".
A State of Public Humiliation - Part 10/17
A little deeper into the castle's disused dungeons was the device Carmilla had found for holding Lady Wilhemina still for her punishment. Lady W demurred when she saw it: "Stretching on the rack causes injuries to the joints - that's beyond our contract, Carmilla".
"Your Ladyship need have no fear" said the maid. "I will turn the wheel only far enough to keep you secure. Lie on the rack please... No, not like that. Face up, please. I intend to punish Your Ladyship's breasts this time..." She picked up a thin rattan rod she had placed behind a column earlier. It was more a switch than a cane, and swishing it she added "...with this".
Princess Annabeth, still naked from her own punishment, had followed them in a state of self-absorption. She was too concerned with nurturing her sore, paddled bottom to care much what was going to happen to her aunt. But she paid closer attention when she heard Carmilla's intentions. The switch was too light and thin to bruise Lady W's heavy bosom, but it would sting like hell, especially on a nipple.
Lady W could have refused this or any of Carmilla's punishments. As absolute ruler of Fredonia, she could tear up the contract she had with the maid at any time. But it would have been contemptible in her own eyes, and she was urged on by her masochistic need for punishment and humiliation. She laid her mature spreading figure on the rack.
Carmilla locked her mistress' legs into the wooden stocks, then secured her arms into the manacle bar at the other end. A few turns of the wheel, and the bar pulled Her Ladyship's arms far enough to ensure she could not twist her body sufficiently to avoid the chastisement she was about to receive.
With a flick of the wrist, Carmilla stung the voluminous right breast in front of her. Lady W gave a full-on scream right away, followed by a trailing "Ow, ow, ow!" Carmilla whipped the same breast again, and yet again, with similar reactions. Then the switch fell on the right nipple, as was evidenced by the higher pitched and sustained screaming elicited from its owner. Only then did Carmilla switch to punishing the left breast.
Annabeth's yells when she was being paddled had been the loudest sound heard in the old disused dungeon for a century or more. But this sound was immediately topped by the screams and sobs of her aunt, as Carmilla laid many thin red stripes onto her large unmissable targets.
When another swish stung Lady W's left nipple, bringing forth loud desperate weeping, Annabeth lost her nerve. "How many strokes are you going to give her?" she asked fearfully.
Carmilla replied "Enough to last ten minutes, according to the agreement with Her Ladyship. And at this stage I'd like to remind Your Royal Highness that this punishment is all your fault. Her Ladyship is being chastised for not supervising you sufficiently to prevent your latest nude run through the countryside. She is taking responsibility for YOUR actions." Another lash of the switch, another scream, and Annabeth turned and ran from the dungeon, bare feet running on the stone floor as fast as any of her outdoor nude sprints.
When the ten minutes were up, Carmilla put down the switch and regarded her naked and tear-stained employer. "I remind Your Ladyship that only the physical part of your punishments are limited to ten minutes. I could leave you here a while, even inflict further embarrassments upon you..." She looked at Lady W's pubic hair and vagina, exposed for any kind of molestation by the distance between the holes in the rack's wooden stocks. "But since the Princess requires supervision, and since Your ladyship has already suffered the humiliation of being reduced to tears in front of her, we will end this punishment now."
After ensuring that Annabeth had gotten dressed and was causing no trouble, Lady W and Carmilla discussed her future. "The written law for such repeat offences calls for a public whipping" said Carmilla hopefully. "But of course, Your Ladyship can waive any punishments at your whim."
Lady W thought for a moment. "Three strikes and she's out. She's been publicly humiliated for her first little streak, so that doesn't count. Now she's had one strike. If she has a second we will punish her privately again, but more severely. If there is a third strike, I'll let her be lashed naked in the market square. Go and inform her of my decision."
Carmilla curtsied and said "With pleasure, Your Ladyship!"
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