Am I To Be Whipped?

'Am I to be whipped today, officer-madam?'

It's the familiar question routinely asked by prisoner-slaves of their pretty guard-mistresses whenever they deign to enter the prisoner's cell. The truth is that the stupid prisoners lose track of their punishments and the number of lashes they are due to receive as part of their sentencing. Then again, that number can run well into the thousands (the Gynarchy courts are not renowned for their mercy!)

As he respectfully, and fearfully, kisses the officer-mistress's boots, she delivers her response to his desperate question:

'Erm...I'm not sure, slave! But I brought along my whip just in case!'

You see - even the clever guards lose track of the number of lashes to be delivered to any given prisoner!

The prisoner desperately kisses the pretty officer-mistress's boots as she enters his cell - with a WHIP!

He pleads to know whether she intends to use the whip on him?

He fervently hopes that by kiss-respecting her black uniform boots he might elicit some sweet feminine mercy in her!

Haha - chance would be a fine thing!

Gynarchy guards are not noted for their mercy!

That's precisely why they are held in such slavish awe and respect by the prisoners in their charge!

The officer-mistress swishes her whip threateningly through the air above the kneeling slave's back!

She tells him she's not sure whether he's due a whipping today or not...

...but she has kindly brought along the WHIP just in case!

On hearing this, the pathetic prisoner kisses her boots even more fervently!

'Mercy, officer-madam. Not the whip, madam! Please, I beg of you mistress-madam!'

'I kiss your feet, madam!'


 

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