Page 5 of Serving Her Sentence
Flogged.
Whipped.
It was perverse. Barbaric.
Her bottom clenched around the plug again, and her pussy fluttered. Noelle wanted to moan in horror at her body’s reaction, but somehow, she managed to keep her distress inside. It was obvious Nurse Stacey would be completely unsympathetic.
“Very well. Once the auction is complete, your new owner will have one hour to give you a demonstration of his expectations. Afterward, you will be given another chance to change your mind about your sentencing, in which case his money will be returned, and your sentence will be commuted.”
Noelle nodded, trembling.
I’m actually doing this… this is real…
It’s this or jail. I can’t change my mind… I can’t give up that much of my life, not when there’s another choice.
One year. Just one year.
The woman looked her up and down, her expression blank before turning away and opening the door to Noelle's future.
* * *
Standingon the center of a dais with lights so bright, she could barely see beyond them, Noelle shook as the auctioneer helped her take off her robe. She felt even more exposed under his leering gaze.
He wasn't unattractive, with short brown hair and dark brown eyes that swept up and down her body, assessing her. Noelle had known she wasn't going to be covered for long, and she had just been naked in front of Dr. Blaine, but that hadn't felt as strange as being naked in front of this man. Maybe because, despite his unorthodox examination, Dr. Blaine had still been a medical professional.
This man was a stranger whose job was to sell her to the highest bidder.
“A lovely specimen,” he said cheerfully, taking her by the shoulders and making her turn in a circle, presumably for the watching cameras. “Beautiful blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, young, supple.” He cupped her breasts, and Noelle jumped, only reminding herself just in time not to pull away or slap his hands away. He had every right to touch her. This was what she'd chosen. She nearly whimpered as embarrassed tears sparked the backs of her eyes.Her nipples, which had already been slightly puckered, fully hardened as he swept his thumbs over them. Noelle stared up at him, wishing she could block out his words as her blush deepened. “Nice firm breasts and see how responsive these nipples are?”
She squeaked her distress as he pinched the tender buds, squirming but otherwise managing to hold still. They swelled between his fingers, defying her embarrassment and pain as her pussy pulsed between her legs. The squirming made her even more aware of the plug in her backside, filling her while her pussy ached emptily. When he released the tender buds, turning back to the vidcams recording the two of them, Noelle wrapped her arms around herself under her breasts, cradling them as she tried to soothe her poor nipples with her hands.
The soft touch felt nice but also only made her feel more aroused as the auctioneer continued to list her attributes. When he turned back to her, he ignored the way she was half-covering her breasts, ordering her to spread her legs—pointing out her pouty pussy lips, their dark pink color, and her obvious arousal. Noelle's face flamed hotter than ever as a small camera dove toward the stage before tilting up to get a more intimate view of her creamy pussy, the small rotor on top whirring loudly enough to be audible at this close distance.
Seeing the interest, the auctioneer grinned and directed Noelle to bend over the small table beside him. She whimpered as she realized her backside, the base of the plug, and her pussy were now completely exposed to the auctioneer and the cameras. They would be able to see every last millimeter of her—a fact the auctioneer confirmed when he tugged the plug in her bottom, then actually used his finger to part her pussy lips.
She gasped quietly as a zing of pleasure zipped through her at his touch.
The reality of the situation was becoming starker, her emotions more ambivalent. Unlike the doctor's office, there was no way to ignore the cameras, no way to pretend she wasn't about to sell her body to the highest bidder—no way to escape the implications of what being owned might mean.
Second thoughts?
Well, by now, they were really tenth, eleventh, maybe even twentieth thoughts.
Not that she was given much time to contemplate them.Noelle squealed as a finger roughly thrust into her wet pussy, surprising her with the sudden invasion. Instinctivelypushing her hands against the surface of the table, she tried to stand, only to have her upper body forced back down as the auctioneer tutted. His voice was full of glee, though, and she knew he wasn't actually upset. Her reaction was exactly what he'd been aiming for.
“Naughty girl,” he said, and she didn't even have to see him to know he was grinning. “Well, I guess you'll all get to see how she takes a punishment before we begin the bidding.”
SMACK!
She gasped, jerking against the table at the hard slap on her bottom. The man's hand felt hard as wood! He wasn't holding back the force of his blows, and actually being spanked hurt so much more than it had in her imagination when she'd just been reading the word. Couched in a legal document, it had seemed almost innocuous.
The hard hand smacking against her flesh was anything but.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Please!” she cried out, kicking and trying to get away from the hand, pinning down the small of her back. Her squirming did nothing as she kicked her legs uselessly, her bouncing buttocks squeezing the plug inside her, over and over again with each slap. “I didn't mean to! Please, stop! I won't do it again!”