Master and Slaves

“Master, may I have a little of your time?”

Muriel spoke to me as I sat on the sofa.

“Yeah, that’s fine. What’s wrong?”

“Yes. Actually, I would like us to receive punishment…”

“…Punishment?”

“Yes.”

“…Why?”

“I was unable to protect Master.”

Muriel answered while looking somewhat downward.

“Eh? No, that is…”

That should already have been settled… supposedly.

“I allowed this body to others besides Master.”

“Muriel…”

“I…”

“Muriel! If you don’t cut it out, I’ll get angry.”

I stood up and raised my voice just a little.

“…I am sorry. But… no. …Besides that as well, I went against Master’s wishes.”

“Did something like that happen?”

I sat back down and asked.

“Yes. At the ruined mansion where we rescued Ilma, I killed the woman who attacked Master.”

“Ah, but that was to save me, right?”

“That is true, but it is still unmistakably going against Master’s wishes.”

“Muriel…”

“And I had us participate in the war without telling Master.”

“Muriel.”

“And then…”

“Muriel!”

“Y-yes!”

Muriel answered in a fluster.

“…Haa. Hey, Muriel. Has anyone ever told you you’re stubborn?”

“Eh? Ah, no. But I have been told I am inflexible.”

“Ah, I thought so. …So what am I supposed to do?”

“Ah, yes. Um…”

Perhaps because she had been asked suddenly, she stopped speaking and thought.

“Ah, excuse me a moment.”

Then, for some reason, she ran over to the box we had brought from the ruined mansion and searched inside it.

“Um, not this… ah, found it.”

Muriel came back holding something to her chest.

“Master, please use this.”

What she held out with both hands was a whip called a single-tail.

From a hilt like a sword, a leather cord stretched about two meters, and from its tip a thin cord about as long as my finger extended.

“No, this is…”

This kind of whip was difficult to handle… apparently.

I might leave a scar on Muriel’s body that would last a lifetime, and if I did it poorly I might even inflict a fatal wound.

So I tried to tell Muriel I could not use it.

But Muriel had already started taking off her clothes.

She removed the everyday A-Dule clothes with the open chest that she had just put on, and lowered her skirt.

Then she removed her garter belt.

Because she was not wearing underwear, that alone left her completely naked.

No—she still had on what you would call stockings, or knee-socks, socks that reached her thighs.

That made it all the more stimulating.

“Master, please.”

Muriel knelt, clasped her hands behind her head, and arched her chest.

Her large breasts bounced.

“Muriel, I’ve never used a whip like this.”

“It’s all right. Master will be able to handle it.”

Saying that, Muriel clenched her teeth and turned her face to the side.

“…No, no, even if you say that…”

For an instant I thought I would try using it, but I stopped just short.

“Then please practice on me.”

Still facing sideways, Muriel turned only her eyes toward me and said that.

…No, no, I was extremely interested and wanted to try it, but… no, no.

“I think there will be many opportunities for you to use it from now on, such as when you discipline us.”

…Today’s—no, the present Muriel was strangely talkative.

Looking closely, her cheeks were faintly red and her eyes were a little moist.

“…Hey, Muriel. Do you perhaps want to be struck with the whip?”

“Th-that’s not it at all.”

Muriel hurriedly denied it.

“Then why are you so fixated on the whip?”

“Ah… today, watching everyone fight… I felt as if I were going to war as well… After going to war I was always struck with that whip, and I superimposed that onto Master… I wanted to be struck by Master…”

“And that’s how it became like this?”

I put my right hand between Muriel’s legs.

There it was sopping wet with love juice to the point of dripping.

“…”

Muriel nodded shyly.

When I see something like this, wanting to tease her—is that a man’s nature, or am I just childish?

“…No. Then it wouldn’t be punishment.”

Muriel’s face changed from red to pale.

“I’ll put it on hold. I’ll think about it.”

I said that to Muriel.

Muriel’s shoulders dropped so clearly that everyone around could see it, and she looked dejected.

“Ah, then please give me punishment.”

The one who entered the conversation was Cathy.

Just like that she turned her rear toward me.

The skirt Cathy was wearing was for a Ze-Dule, so there was no cloth on the back part.

Because of that her well-shaped white bare buttocks were fully visible, and even the anus from which a chain grew could be seen.

“…Haa. I don’t know what the punishment is for, but I just said it to Muriel too, right? If you want to be struck with a whip, that doesn’t count as punishment.”

“But I want punishment; I don’t want the whip.”

Hey now, what’s that supposed to mean.

“Ah— then first, what’s the punishment for.”

“That is…”

Cathy, who had been bright until a moment ago, suddenly became meek, hung her head, and spoke in a serious tone.

“I tried to wound Master.”

Hearing that, the atmosphere of the other Dules sharpened.

“Therefore, I want to receive punishment from Master.”

Cathy suddenly sat seiza on the spot and prostrated herself.

Then she spun around to face backward and raised only her rear.

“Please, Master.”

What Cathy said—”I want punishment”—was probably true.

“Understood. I’ll try it. However, it’s also my first time, so, hmm, only ten times. Is that all right.”

I said that to Cathy as she looked back with a serious face.

“Yes, Master.”

Cathy answered, then pulled out the accessory growing from her anus.

“Please.”

She pleaded with me again.

I took the whip in my hand, flexed it once, and struck the floor.

There was the sound of cutting air, and after that the sound of striking the floor.

At the loudness of that sound, the Dules around us hunched their necks.

Cathy also trembled slightly.

“Here I go.”

Saying that, I raised my arm and, even so holding back considerably, brought the whip down on Cathy’s rear.

“Higu! …Th-that’s the first…”

It was my first time, but it struck Cathy’s ass cheek splendidly.

Cathy let out a muffled scream and counted the number.

“Next!”

Together with my cry I struck Cathy’s bare rear with the whip.

“Higii! …Ku, th-that’s the second…”

“Giii! …Th-that’s the third…”

“Gu… fuu! Fuu! …That’s the fourth…”

Gradually the screams grew louder and the voice counting grew smaller.

And then…

“Gah… th-that’s the t-tenth… ugu… sniff…”

“You did well.”

I threw the whip aside and ran over to Cathy.

Then I hugged Cathy, who had lost her posture, fallen onto her side, and was making a tearful face.

“Masteeer! I’m sorry, I’m sorryyy!”

She pressed her face, a mess of tears, snot, and drool, against my chest.

I lightly patted her back and stroked her head.

I waited like that for a while until Cathy’s wailing subsided.

Around us as well, perhaps because they had cried in sympathy, several sniffing sounds could be heard in the silent room.

“Thank you very much, Master.”

Cathy looked up at me and thanked me.

“Is that enough? Then show me your rear.”

I was concerned about the whip marks, but they would probably heal just by applying my magic.

“Y-yes. Um, is this all right?”

Cathy turned around and stuck out her rear.

As expected, it was in quite a terrible state.

Blood was seeping from the whip marks, and in places it was bleeding.

I lightly stroked the whip marks.

“Hyan!”

Whether startled or in pain, Cathy screamed.

“Sorry. Did it hurt?”

“Ah, no. I was just a little startled.”

“I see, so it does hurt after all?”

“Um, that is…”

Cathy mumbled as if it were hard to say.

“It’s fine. It’s punishment, so of course it hurts.”

“Y-yes. It hurts.”

“I see. Then stay like that a moment…”

I poured magic into my palm and touched Cathy’s rear.

“Ah, please wait, Master.”

Then Cathy suddenly called a halt.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”

“No, that’s not it… Is Master trying to heal my rear?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“U-um, I’m fine like this.”

“Why?”

Not understanding Cathy’s intention, I asked reflexively.

Cathy turned her whole body toward me and spoke to me seriously.

“This is my punishment. It is proof that I committed a sin and received discipline from Master. I think it will heal naturally, but until then I want to feel this pain and reflect.”

Cathy was probably truly regretting having tried to wound me.

Tears were welling in her eyes.

“…Ah, understood.”

I nodded toward Cathy.

At that moment the sound of a knock at the door could be heard.

“Yes, coming…”

Sara opened the door.

After exchanging two or three words with the person who had knocked, she closed the door and walked this way.

“Dinner has been prepared, it seems.”

“I see. That’s… right. Cathy is… how is she?”

Like this she probably would not even be able to sit in a chair.

“I am fine.”

Cathy answered.

However, she could not eat while remaining standing either.

I thought a little about what to do, and a good idea came to me.

I would have her eat on my lap.

That way the pain would be considerably better, wouldn’t it?

“Understood. Then shall we go to dinner.”