Elm's Turn

It was the wisdom among the Heruli that a Master had to establish that he was in control on the first night. If he failed to make an impression he might never be able to gain the respect of his slave. Astric knew this very well and did not spare Alend at all. The flogging continued for half an hour.

Alend had been silent at first, but as Astric continued she started to whimper and then cry out. Growing up among the Heruli, Elm had heard the cries of slaves being whipped often enough. But she had never really thought about it before. Seeing Alend writhing in the chains made her realise that it was really going to hurt, and hurt a lot. She looked at Astric. It was clear from his face that he as enjoying himself - again she had never really thought what the Master would get out of it.

Would he be as hard with her? She hoped not. No. She hoped he would. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as Alend clearly was.

Astric had now finished. He undid the clasps holding the chains onto her cuffs. Elm expected her to collapse on the floor. He back bottom and legs were a riot of red lines. But she simply bowed and returned to the position she had been in, kneeling next to Elm with her head lowered. Astric pointed the whip at Elm, who got up and walked towards the punishment area. She was about to have her long awaited first whipping.