When Lady Wilhemina arrived back at the palace naked after her self-imposed public degradation, the servants were only mildly surprised at the day's events. The only thing new about that day was that Her Ladyship had 'come out' and had been exposed in the market square, in both fulfillment and punishment of her deviancy.
They had often seen her tied or chained in humiliating positions around the palace. It was the duty of Carmilla, her personal maid, to put her in such embarrassing states in front of the servants. But in no way was Carmilla her "Mistress". Lady W was not a submissive - she had endured the punishments of that market day as an act of self-debasement, not submission to anyone involved. She was Fredonia's absolute ruler, and anyone failing to address her by her proper title, or who disobeyed her, was in big trouble.
"Put your hands into these handcuffs, please, Your Ladyship" Carmilla would say. Or "Does My Lady wish to remain tied naked to this bannister until dinner?" The fact that the servants remained servants - Lady W's abject inferiors - ensured that it was hideously embarrassing to have her nude body exposed to them in undignified positions.
The other reason Carmilla was Lady W's favorite was that she had a tantalizingly wicked imagination for punishment and torture. Her Ladyship would ask her maid "How do you think I should be punished" for her sexual desires or for some mistake she'd made. Carmilla always had new suggestions, not one of which was actually carried out - her ideas were always ridiculously agonizing and impractical. But Lady W would love to hear them and imagine them happening.
Carmilla might say, in a quiet tone of voice full of deference and respect, "Your Ladyship's bare bottom should be publicly flogged with a stockwhip for two hours without stopping" or "Your Ladyship should be tied over the bar in a crowded tavern and anally raped with a cactus plant".
Lady W's masochism was about humiliation, not extreme pain. But she would achieve orgasms thinking about how such torture would make her scream, beg for mercy and promise to do anything, in front of the people witnessing her torment. She got off on the degradation such punishment would bring, and would mentally put aside the fact that she would be maimed or killed by most of her maid's suggestions. Fantasy was fantasy.
In real life, Carmilla was confined to tying ropes or locking chains and cuffs, with her ruler stark naked and placed so that her mature private areas were rudely exposed. A few days after the marketplace punishment, she was required to suspend Lady Wilhemina from the ceiling in the drawing room.
"What do you think I deserve for exposing myself in public, Carmilla?" she asked when tied into place.
"Your Ladyship deserves to be lashed on her inner thighs and her vulva with stinging nettles" was the dutiful maid's calm reply.
Carmilla left her employer to contemplate that fate, and continued her other duties. "It's a living" she thought.
A State of Public Humiliation - Part 4/17
The week after her public penance, Lady Wilhemina received a troublesome guest. Lady W was related to most of the royal families of Europe, some closely, some distantly. Her cousins, the King and Queen of a larger neighbouring state, sent their daughter to stay with Lady W in Fredonia for the summer.
The sojourn was really a punishment. In technologically and culturally backward Fredonia, Princess Annabeth would be denied telephone contact with her friends or any modern kind of entertainment. Her royal parents felt she deserved it after how close she came to being expelled in her first year of college. She had been caught 'streaking' on the campus, running naked one evening from her sorority house to the library and back.
She was caught by the campus police. The college officials determined that it wasn't even a hazing stunt. She had simply done it for the thrill, and (unlike her Aunt Wilhemina) because she was proud of her lovely body.
Years of being forced to be prim, proper and elaborately dressed like a Princess should be, had made her go wild that night. She wanted her lissome figure and long blonde hair to feel the evening breeze. And if anyone saw her, she thought, "well they'll see that underneath the royal finery I'm a GIRL, and a sexy one!"
It had taken persuasion by the King and Queen's top bureaucrats and a sizable donation to the college to prevent Annabeth's expulsion and to hush the matter up. They wrote to Lady Wilhemina asking her to take the Princess for a few months. Lady W was dumbfounded. "Don't they know I'm the worst possible person to send her to? I've always assumed my royal relatives know all about me but pretend not to. I'm going to have to make sure Annabeth does NOT look to me as an example. I'll set Carmilla to look after her."
She told her maid Carmilla to keep an eye on their young headstrong guest. "If she misbehaves, bring her to me. I'll punish her myself." In view of her maid's sadistic imagination, she wasn't going to give her free reign over the sensitive skin of a 19-year-old princess.
Carmilla and Annabeth didn't get on well at all. Carmilla had accepted the task of supervision grudgingly, and the Princess was resentful at being kept in such a boring place at all. The maid told her, in respectful terms, that she had to accept some consequences for running around nude in public.
"Is that what my Aunt says?" asked Annabeth. "What a hypocrite! I stopped over in the market square on the way up here, and the sign on the pillars was still up. You know the one I mean - Lady Wilhemina Garron condemned to naked public humiliation by Lady Wilhemina Garron!"
Carmilla's sense of loyalty to her mistress made her incensed. "Perhaps Your Highness was jealous that your little run across a quadrangle was so pathetic compared to your Aunt's daring."
"I could do better than that. I wouldn't mind streaking all the way to that square and back, now it's dark."
Carmilla goaded her. "I find Your Royal Highness hard to believe."
"I bet you" exclaimed the Princess. "I know you can't bet any decent amount of money. So if I chicken out - you can spank me with my hairbrush. But if I do it, YOU get the spanking."
As temporary guardian, Carmilla knew she ought to discourage this. But it was a win-win situation. If this snotty Princess lost the bet, Carmilla could whack her bare bottom with the hairbrush. If Annabeth went ahead with the dare and got caught, at least Carmilla could watch Lady W punishing her. She asked "How will I know that Your Highness has completed the run?"
"You'll see me leave the palace without a stitch. And I'll steal that notice from the market pillars and bring it back." She stripped off her clothes, exposing to the maid her young firm breasts and trendily shaven pubic mound. Then she darted out the servants' entrance and headed for the palace gate. The last thing Carmilla saw was the Princess' long blonde hair above her slim taut buttocks, and thin but strong legs running up the road.
That was how a naked Princess came to be in the market square at night. With no lighting along the road to the palace, her barefoot and nude run was easy. There was some torchlight in the square, but looking around cautiously, Annabeth stole the sign proclaiming her aunt's punishment.
As she turned back toward the palace, a man's voice shouted "Hey!" It was Shirrif Leclaire keeping watch. Annabeth sprinted like mad. She was physically fit, and not encumbered by ancient ceremonial armor as Leclaire was. He couldn't catch her, but he saw the direction she ran. He was aware of the royal visitor's arrival, and put two and two together.
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