Punishment Day Festival Pt 06

The conclusion of The Punishment Festival stories.

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FELLS: Eva

When the bells tolled FELLS, the visitors had dispersed into multiple rooms conducting various kinds of business. It would run into the night and while there was a banquet planned in the evening, with the sun setting the entire great house was a hive of activity.

The great house's army of young maids had been sorted by their behavior and every grade was getting disciplined for something! The worst were out in the presentation hall, serving am hour or two of absolute misery. One of the worser grades had been serving them since breakfast. The girls were given nothing to wear except pink frilly aprons.and were told to make it quite clear as they served that they were under punishment and were available to be spanked or otherwise punished using the multitude of implements in the drawing rooms.

Eva had cheerfully made a terror of herself, delighting in reducing six unfortunates to sodden tears and thrilling as they wretchedly had to thank and praise her for the task of disciplining them. To be certain she wasn't the only one here enjoying the art of discipline--but she was aware she was one of the most notably enthusiastic and bathed in the warm glow of approval from the more senior people who watched her taunt, humiliate, and punish a subject, showing off delicate parts of their private anatomy and lecturing them as they suffered.

She was beginning to wish she'd had the foresight to bring an absorbent. She was afraid she might show a spot of moisture through the seat of her skirts, which would be beyond terrifying even without the punishment she would get.

A mousey servant girl lay on her back, her legs up and bent in the dreaded "diaper position" as Eva punctuated her scolding with slaps to the girl's sex. She was careful with the power and cadence of her spanks--but the target was tender and the poor girl was bawling. Eva had to stop in the administration of the punishment to let the girl quiet down some and she took the opportunity peruse the implements laid out on a nearby table to see if any struck her fancy. She'd intended to punish the girl a bit more, having inquired about her misdeeds and having been informed, by the girl, who was under strict orders to give up the information in a way that was humiliating, that she had landed this awful job not just for masturbation which it seemed every girl in the household was guilty of! This one was in trouble for using of the high-daughter's toilets while cleaning her chambers!

It was a serious breach as she had been unable to work the apparently complex plumbing to empty the basin and had been caught by the daughter's hand-maid who had consigned her to this, rather than the presentation hall, after a prolonged episode of groveling and pledges to regularly attend the order's purification services for the following year.

The families had a private enclave for their and their household's uses--but Eva told the girl that she would implore her superior to have her sent--at least sometimes--to the great enclave in town where the masses queued up to be purified of the acquired karma! She regaled the sobbing girls with tales of dirty commoners waiting nervously in line for their karmic weighing and then whatever penalty they incurred out in the great courtyard filled with the sounds and scents of punishment.

She thought the girl begged fetchingly and mentally made a note to see if, should the girl actually get sent to the city enclave, to intercept her and have her attend her punishment in private. She wanted to immiserate the girl, not subject her to the scalding that a public punishment a girl of the household would find unendurable.

While she looked for something soft and suitable for the tender area she had selected, she watched her mistress undertaking a similar exercise with the young heir Cais. She daren't get too close lest she be captured by her mistress and forced to sit in her sodden panties and pay attention to her technique. She longed to get close and watch the imposition of discipline but she didn't dare to--and consoled herself with the servant girls.

Getting as close as she dared, she watched the boy speak with her mistress., Appearing before her in punishment trousers made him look adorably humbled. Eva saw that the boy's mother had also made him wear a purity wand--brimming full--with a delicate golden chain--like a terrible, humiliating piece of jewelry! Such a punishment!

The boy had borne it pretty well--resigned to the humiliating fate of those punished for masturbation. She supposed without too many peers in the household he was better off than most. She'd heard him confess to Mistress Kava that his sisters all already thought of him as unable to master his cock and were always happy to apply their displeasure to him whenever the situation presented itself.

However, Mistress Kava was too skilled and senior to let his self abasement shield him from her judgment. She was being firm with their interview, questioning if he would even be able to accept a writ of service. For while the first two years would be spent disciplining him, would he be able to rise to the requirements of the next two? She wanted him to provide her with a reason to think he could--and she made it very clear she thought him a thoroughly undisciplined boy who ought be better watched and under stricter guidance!

He hadn't expected this--the doubting of his capability--and when confronted by Mistress Kava's exacting critique he had been first shocked--then,in an ill-advised attempt at displaying his rank, dismissive--and Mistress Kava had pounced. She'd made it very clear that she was meeting with mother tonight to go over the family's karmic status under Sattvic discipline and that as he had displayed no care at all for mending his ways, she was going to ask his mother if she might have him sent with them to spend a few days in her studio learning why it was advisable to control the neediness of his penis and to begin to learn a good deal of humility.

Eva, stalking the interaction from what she hoped was a safe distance, saw his emotions surge out of control at her mistresses' lecture, The boy of exalted station, hung his head and blushed, squirming in shame. She hoped the interior of the discipline pants itched! Her mistress than begin the part of the interaction where she touched him gently. Having shamed him into a puddle, she turned her authority into a scalpel that would cut deep--not to cause further pain but to lay his emotions bare. To expose his vulnerability. Now, as he suffered slight tremors of disrupted breathing (Eva was amazed at his training--she would certainly have been a collapsed bawling heap by now!) her mistress was preparing him for his appearance in her studio where he would be given a firm-but-fair punishment.

Eva was tempted to try and add just a little spice to the boy's mix of horror and regret but she felt she wanted to keep her distance as he was, whatever else might befall him, a son of incredible wealth and power and she was just a middlingly trained girl from an outpost town. Still, watching him now, thoroughly humbled before her mistress was beyond fetching. She found herself hoping her mistress wouldn't be too harsh with him!

She was also curious about the folded message Mistress Kava had entrusted one of the servants with--a notification sent to someone else in the household--but who? Surely not the boy's mother--if it was true that Mistress Kava was meeting the grand lady of the household tonight, there would be little reason to message her now when she was doubtless consumed with a variety of terribly important things. She also doubted that whatever Mistress Kava had in mind, while making the boy wretchedly face his shame was her remit, she doubted that hearing that her son masturbated too much would be much of a surprise for her.

No--something else had set off her Mistress and gotten her to write the note.

She got her maid back to the serving area--the girl was wadling from her punishment but not overly so. Eva gave her a warm hug--knowing it was the last thing the teary girl wanted--and sent her back to whatever else her mistress had in mind.

She exited from the alcove that led to the servant halls and looked about the room, finding the boy, Cais, looking defeated and ashamed, sitting in a seat off to the side with lady York sitting next to him, gently rubbing his back.

She made her way over--noting with some pleasure the maids took note of where she was, and sought to avoid her as subtly as they could. She tried to tell if Cais had cried--she didn't think so--he just looked glum and drained.

She stepped close and knelt by him.

"Mrs. York?" she asked the woman, "Is there something I can do for the young master? I know how... unhappy... a meeting with my mistress can be." She kept her voice sympathetic. She was sympathetic. The boy had earned quite a punishment but Mistress Kava seemed to have felt it appropriate to entirely deflate him.

"Oh," Mrs. York said, still rubbing his back, "I think he'll have to take a lengthy meeting with your mistress before he's able to feel buoyant." She looked him over--fondly, Eva thought. "It's terribly hard to believe now," she told the boy, "but you'll come out the other side of the ordeal finding yourself far better off than you went in. It may take some time--and you won't enjoy it a bit--but she knows her work and she'll not break you more than she has to in order to repair you."

He shook his head--apparently despairing of pleasing her mistress or his mother--or maybe anyone, right now, Eva thought. She took his hand, afraid to offend him with over familiarity but he gave it to her without complaint and she clasped it warmly in both of hers.

"When my mistress--when I earned a punishment on my first day--the first day of the festival a week ago--I was... I was unable to breathe I was so horrified with myself and so humiliated to have failed my first day--and so... unable to bear the punishment I'd earned--" she told him--"but it was a horrid set of days that I paid the price and I assure you, young master, my mistress was far more familiar with what I needed than I knew."

He swallowed and looked away. He was in no mood to hear it. Well, she couldn't blame him. She wouldn't have been either.

"I need to find my pet," he said thickly, coming to his feet. "I need to see she's seen to before I get taken to the enclave--"

Eva was surprised to hear the thick misgiving in his voice--and the urgency--actual fear for the little house-pet girl? Eva was without any doubt the girl would be seen to and cared for if he were away for a day or two. What was so troubling that he looked to have become desperate?

He had walked from the room, moving quickly when she heard him in the hall speak sharply and loudly but she couldn't make it out beyond "Meredith!" She wasn't certain--but she thought that was one of the eldest two daughters in the household.

And then she saw his elder sister haul him into the room, holding him by the ear. He looked atrocious--he was speaking softly and rapidly, his head turned to the side. The situation was clearly humiliating before everyone but he seemed to be overwhelmed with trying to convince her of something.

Eva saw the slip of paper her mistress had written on in the woman's other hand and she stood by the entry chairs as Mistress Kava made her way across the room to where Cais and his sister stood. Her upright and regal, him panicked and his head turned to the side as her grip demanded.

The two women exchanged words pleasantly--although clearly about the boy she had at her side. He wasn't struggling and she wasn't pulling or twisting the ear--just holding it firmly keeping him bent over awkwardly and uncomfortably forward, unable to assume any kind of dignified position. Eva watched as the girl talked with her mistress, who was, herself, speaking calmly and authoritatively. She saw the boy redden, suddenly, but she couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. Then the two women agreed on something and the sister turned and, still holding the boy's ear, walking him in a circle, they both departed.

Mrs. York spoke: "Oh dear, the child is in for it!" Her tone indicated both real sympathy and satisfaction.

"Could you tell what they spoke of, Mistress York?" Eva asked.

"No, child--but with those two women leading him around by the ear like that, I can say he's in for a time of it. You ought go and find your mistress, girl," she added. Eva scampered.

DAYS BEFORE: KALVAN KOROS

During the punishment festival, Kalvan, the young lieutenant in the legion who had been sentenced to punishment had been placed, naked, his hands bound behind him with soft but secure ropes and made to stand before a wooden block that held his erect penis in a cuff that was fastened around it and had rubbery "spikes" that tilted forward so they admitted entry but not exit.

His ankles were loosely affixed to rings set in the boards of the display post so they could move a little, but he could not close his legs. His buttocks both burned and ached. They were swollen, feeling huge to him--and he imagined them as a brilliant, inflamed red!

In addition to the throbbing pain from his bottom, an awful itch ran from the base of his cock to near its tip--inside. It was a dullish itch but as it ebbed and surged, it was more than enough to break him. He could not have scratched it even if he had been fully free. It was inside! It did not abate either. Sometimes it was merely bearable. Then it would become an unendurable affront and his tears were refreshed.

Worse still was the combined result of the drink he'd been given and the awful suppository the apprentice had inserted into his anus. He had felt it as a frantic urgency--a nearness to orgasm such that he felt any brush against his cock could spill him. He had worked to exercise control, of course--but his time with women had shown him that he lacked the endurance he wanted. Granted, for even a very young officer he was expected to satisfy himself only and the girls he could take would be expected to be demure and accepting of whatever he did in the bedroom. Indeed, it was even expected that any intercourse with one of the girls provided by the legion would begin with a light spanking to ensure the female was well reminded of her place.

But no, he had found the entire pageant to be less rewarding than he could arrange himself, alone in his bedding and so he had taken advantage of his status as an officer to have privacy that allowed him satisfaction.

Now, he thoroughly regretted every moment of it. He was also well beyond his endurance--sobbing uncontrollably as which the applied discomforts most troubled him, rotated and his utter humiliation at being posted, entirely bare, humiliatingly erect, the purple tip of his cock constantly leaking precum that was collected in a graduated glass cylinder to show passersby how much he had produced in the cock-pillory.

He moaned, tears flowing. His buttocks howled in pain and felt like quivering jelly. The after effects of the suppository beyond the horrid, throbbing erection and the soul-crushing ruin it had given him, made him feel like he was going to defecate. He wasn't sure if it was a real need or a result of the powerful dose of the root used to make the awful thing--but he was perilously aware that if his control lapsed here, he would be left soiled for everyone--the crowd of refined men and women about him, to see.

Oh--ohhhh--he sobbed. His awareness that his repentant tears were delightful made it all the worse.

Finally, at what felt like ages later, he was taken, almost limp, to the recovery tent where he was made to squat and fill a bedpan by the girls who seemed truly enthralled to be treating the penitents who filled the beds in the tent, sobbing, whimpering, or sleeping.

They cleaned him, telling him cheerfully that the itching in his cock would subside in a few hours and go away completely in a day or two (moan!) and that the work done on his bottom would have him walking poorly for a week but he would be able to sit in perhaps three days (sob!). Unfortunately, the grinning nurses told him as they bundled him into a cot, to lay on his face, cushions placed to raise his stomach and point his bare, punished buttocks out at the rest of the tent, he would be unable to properly orgasm for perhaps a month or more given the concentration of cock-root and its placement (dispirited wail!)

Then, after applying a cream that blessedly reduced the pain in his rear, he fell asleep.

He was still in a recovery ward, amidst the miserable, when the papers came from a young currier girl from his uncle resigning them from the Legion and applying him to a lady knight.

In the depths of his humiliation and wretchedness, he signed them without resistance and flopped back on his bed, leaving the girl to to marvel at his punished backside.

Now he had let himself down from the wagon he had taken out past the city gates and over the western dale to the wooded grounds of the Dame Listily to which he had applied to be her footman. Footboy, he thought. He still walked in a gait that made his discomfort plain and while his cock wasn't constantly erect anymore, he had, until now, been dressed in a humiliating absorbent by the nurse-girls.

Now he wore more normal underpants but they had insisted he needed a strip of soft thick cloth with some manner of sand mixed with chemicals in it that would absorb his stream of emissions. The itching was almost gone now, blessedly, but he felt a distinct lack in control of his erections and felt the thick pad in what they had demeaningly called his "panties" further separating his thighs.

Oh well: he was sure he wouldn't cut a pleasing figure regardless.

He had thought going from a Naught-Lieutenant in the legion to a Dame Knights' servant was intended as a humiliating demotion--and perhaps it was--but when he had seen her heraldry, he had given an involuntarily gasp. The symbols of the Crown and the Throne were both in color and placement indicative that the Dame Lislily was a direct appointment of the Crown, a member of the elite order of knights sent by the Throne to hold in check the Unclean, and of the breeding of not one but two great houses of which she was clearly the offspring of a powerful union.

If she accepted his miserable offer, it was not a demotion--but a promotion--and thus he was absolutely certain his uncle would not have sent him here if there were any chance she was going to take a thin disgraced junior officer on as her primary assistant.

The wagon driver had refused to get him closer than the fence-line that demarcated her land.

"You be ware that one, boy," he'd said to Kalvan as he got himself off the cart after being seated during the ride had made every bump a flash of pain in his still tender bottom. "I've seen the Dame and I'll not risk her ire. I'd nearly shat myself just looking at her riding!"

Kalvan was annoyed by the man's reticence to even deliver him to her doorstep but he was in no place to argue. He'd learned that when she had come to DunnisUrom two moons ago, the governor of the city had immediately given her a valuable plot of land and one of the best perimeter keeps--as far from the city as he could.

Apparently this Dame made everyone nervous. Well, all the men, at least.

He made himself move as fast as he could without causing serious pain. He hoped he was able to conclude this business without unduly humiliating himself. He imagined it would be over quickly.

The road that forked at the fence ran up towards a copse of trees that ringed the high point where the road terminated. Behind that were the western moorlands and the Blackwoods beyond that. He could see small structures out on the low-lands--individual houses and small groups that didn't even rise to the level of a village. These people out here--beyond the city--were likely happy to have a knight in residence as the Unclean came out of the Black Wood and they would not have the protection of DunnisUrom's lights and walls and guards.