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The Punishment Dinner
"Let's see how she looks!"

The servants quickly broke away, leaving Lana standing alone on the dais. She was facing away from me slightly and turned and looked at me over her shoulder. I sucked in my breath in hidden delight. She was stunning.

Lana strongly reminded me of a cat. She had the body type: slender and lithe with athletic elegance, yet with graceful feminine curves. Her dirty blonde hair hung in casual-seeming wisps down to her shoulders, every hair seemingly random, yet perfectly placed. The triangle of her petite face was also feline: angled eyebrows, large expressive almond-shaped eyes, the cutest tiniest nose, elegant high cheekbones, and a small welcoming mouth with clean white teeth. Delicious.

Around her neck she wore a black leather collar, its short leash hanging loose between her bare breasts, dainty upturned things with stiff, impudent nipples. Her waist narrowed sharply making the swell of her hips and the dip of her back even more dramatic. Around her hips was a small scarlet sash tied in a bow at the back, a short tail dangling into the valley between the bare orbs of her buttocks. These ball-like buttocks drew your eye - I'd never seen a rounder, cheekier bottom. Lana's legs were long and graceful, with flawless honey-colored skin, but her butt was the star with such a high-placed outthrust it insisted you pay attention and worship it.

Lana swiveled, her hips swaying seductively, her high bottom bobbing as she struggled to step in her three-inch spike heels. Everything about her body was centered around that spectacular ass; the cheeks were the ball joints of her sleek legs.

She looked at me, blushing and grinning and terrified at the same time. I saw that except for the collar, the sash, and the shoes, she was utterly naked. From the front of the sash hung a tiny triangle which only just covered her pubis; when she moved it would no doubt offer exciting glimpses into her secret charms.

"You look perfect," I said.

"Thank you."

"There's only one thing missing."

She didn't even need to touch her toes; her bum was splendidly taut just standing there. With the long black riding switch I gave her three cuts three inches apart. The third was low, almost to her thighs, and she stared at me silently, tears glistening in her eyes and her pretty mouth tense with pain. Already the white lines were darkening to crimson. They were swelling and soon would be raised puffy weals of a purplish hue.

"Now you are ready." I headed for the door. "Come, our guests await."

Lana followed, eyes still brimming with tears, tottering on her high heels, her breasts quivering delicately with each step.

"Gentlemen, this is my wife, Lana."

The men stood in respect. There were nine of them. They'd been carefully selected for variety, so there were tall and short, lean and stout, young and old.