Aeriella and the Public Whipping

Just like "Aeriella is The Golden Ornament" this story takes place in a fantastic realm; it includes an elf and magic. But, also like that other story, the focal point of this one is BDSM, hence the category. As always I'm happy to hear any kind of feedback and opinions, so feel encouraged to leave a comment.

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Aeriella did not like acting on short notice. Which was somewhat ironic, because she was the one who often had to put out the fires and, despite occasional setbacks, she was quite good at it. The sense of urgency meant that she had little time to gather intelligence and prepare. In this particular case the elf had to again travel to a distant place outside of Laerinia's realm. Her goal was to make contact with an important wizard named Nieobecnikus and safely bring him back to the court. The main problem was planning the route to his location. Aeriella did not know the region too well, there were many rivers and only a few bridges. She picked a road which looked to be the most main one of them all on a map and hoped that it would be good enough.

On the day of her departure she put on her favourite travelling outfit - an enchanted, golden catsuit. On her feet she wore silver, knee-high leather boots on ten centimetre tall block heels. To protect her head from the summer heat she also put on a fancy hat with a wide brim; it had a large colourful feather attached to it. The catsuit was made of a magical fibre; the sorceress had cast the spell herself and the garment was woven by the best available weaver. The item was light and comfortable, but at the same time provided protection against either cold or heat. It was also incredibly thin and tight; it was opaque, but its tightness created the illusion of transparency. The elf packed the necessary baggage, saddled her horse and was soon on her way.

Crossing Laerinia's lands and the territories close to the border was not a problem; the sorceress knew the roads well and the people knew her. Her extravagant outfit still attracted a lot of attention, but no longer caused any scandals. Farther away the territory was no longer so familiar. One of the unknown places was a medium-sized city called Kammelteau. It would have been otherwise unremarkable, but one had to cross it in order to get to the bridge on its other side; this seemed to be the nearest bridge which allowed it to cross this river. Kammelteau did not collect any toll at its gates, relying instead on the income from the bridge toll; Aeriella rode into the place without having to stop at the entrance. To her surprise she was stopped when she was nearing the main square; two halberdiers blocked her path.

"Stop!" one of them demanded in an authoritative voice. They did not seem hostile, but it was clear that they expected full cooperation.

The elf obediently halted her horse; she was riding at a leisurely pace through the city anyway.

"What is it?" she asked in a polite, but not a subservient, voice.

"We need to see your licence?" the guard replied formally.

"What licence?" the startled sorceress was tempted to ask whether he meant her horse-riding licence, but decided to remain serious.

"In order to practice prostitution in Kammelteau you need to register and obtain a licence," he answered in the same formal tone.

"Prostitution?!" Aeriella replied in shock, "I'm not a prostitute! I'm a noble lady and I'm merely passing through your town," she added in a more dignified voice.

"You're wearing the official outfit restricted for prostitutes, lady. According to the law, that makes you a prostitute. And for that you need a licence."

"This is outrageous," the elf said coldly, "I want to talk to your captain."

"He's in the city hall and that's exactly where we wanted to take you," the guard replied, but he seemed a bit confused. Both halberdiers led the elf to the city hall.

...an hour later.

"As you can see our law," the Captain, whose name was Percevale l'Audacieuse, explained in a patient, sympathetic voice, "even though quite unique, is also very specific in that regard. You have broken it, albeit unawarely, and you have to suffer the consequences."

Aeriella no longer had any arguments to counter his reasoning. She had just finished studying said bill and could only remind herself that ignorance of the law did not exempt it from its compliance. As a noble lady she was a law-abiding subject.

"What are my options now?" she asked, resigned.

"You can register as a prostitute, pay a fee AND a fine for not doing so right away," the Captain replied.

"And I'll be able to leave right away?"

"No. You need to work for at least a week."

"What?!"

"You can charge as much as you want to, but if someone comes up with the sum you HAVE TO offer him the services. You might not necessarily serve any clients, though I don't doubt that you'd be popular. You just have to remain in the city for a week."

"Is there an alternative?" the elf's voice sounded more resigned.

"Yes," the Captain replied, surprisingly agitated, "a public whipping."

"You can't be serious," the sorceress contemplated whether she would be able to leave the city by force.

"It's not as bad as it sounds. Let me explain," he quickly added, noticing her murderous gaze, "we use a special, enchanted belt for the whipping."

"Enchanted?" Aeriella interrupted him, raising her eyebrows. Even in her current predicament her inner sorceress could not ignore a magical artifact in an unusual place.

"Yes, it's magical," Percevale explained, as if she did not understand the word 'enchanted', "it makes a lot of noise, but it doesn't hurt."

He then proceeded to explain in detail how the whole procedure looked. Aeriella did not like it, but the only alternatives were: spending a whole week in this cursed town or breaking out with force. A short, sharp shock, even if humiliating, seemed to be the lesser evil. Before agreeing she had to check something though.

"Can I see the belt?" the elf asked when the Captain finished. She did her best to make her voice sound neutral.

"I guess so. There are no rules prohibiting it."

It was obvious to Percevale that she wanted to test his claims about the belt being painless. As a sorceress Aeriella was also professionally interested in the artifact. When the Captain offered it to her, she simply held it in her hand, as if weighing it. It was an ordinary, unremarkable item albeit sturdy and well made of high-quality leather. She tried to analyze the spell which had been cast on the belt. Unfortunately, without proper laboratory tests, she could only rely on her talent and experience. She managed to learn that the belt indeed was enchanted and the spell seemed surprisingly potent; that knowledge would not improve her current situation though. Eventually the elf grabbed the belt firmly with one hand and hit the inside of her other palm with considerable force. Percevale promises were confirmed, the hit made a lot more noise than it normally would, but she did not feel pain. She could sense its contact with her skin, but it was more like a pat than an actual strike; physically the whole ordeal should be tolerable. Naturally that would not diminish the humiliation of such a public treatment, but that could not be helped. The elf hit her own palm two more times, then handed the belt back to the Captain.

"All right," Aeriella said in a resigned voice, "let's be over with it."

"I'll give you something to drink, while we prepare the stage," Percevale replied, trying not to sound too eager, "it's quite hot out there and you'll spend some time in the sun."

The elf did not thank him, but she accepted the drink; there was no need for her to make the whole experience even harder for herself.

As the Captain was leaving he passed another man in the doorway. The newcomer was several years older and wore elegant, expensive clothes.

"Good morning," he greeted the sorceress in a polite voice, "my name is Alainon le Désireux and I'm the mayor of Kammelteau."

"I'm Lady Aeriella," said the elf dryly.

"I understand that you're upset, Dear Lady," the Mayor maintained his polite tone, "but as peculiar as our laws are, they need to be upheld. I believe that Captain Percevale had already explained to you the whole procedure?"

"Yes, he had."

"Splendid!" Alainon's cheerfulness was borderline irritating, "I can assure you that the whole experience won't be nearly as bad as you imagine it to be. I won't bother you anymore, Lady. I hope we'll have a chance to talk later."

The sorceress did not reply to that. At least he knew when to stop and leave.

...one hour later.

The Captain and his men set everything up quickly, but for the sorceress the minutes dragged on forever. Finally she was told to come out onto the stage.

On the main square, in front of the city hall, a small platform has been erected. A minor crowd had gathered already, and the people were pouring in quickly. While following the Captain onto the platform Aeriella noticed the Mayor sitting in his VIP spot; everyone else was standing. The crowd seemed rather excited, apparently these whippings were considered prime entertainment in this place. Percevale walked to the edge of the platform and addressed the crowd in a clear, loud voice.

"Dear citizens of Kammelteau! You are about to witness the whipping of Lady Aeriella."

Only after hearing her name did the elf truly realise that it was all happening for real. The ridiculous law, the scandalous punishment; it was not an absurd, practical joke, but reality. She only half registered the Captain's words, but it was nothing more than a customary, ornamented formulae. Only when he issued the words "Strip, Lady Aeriella," she woke up from her daze. At this point it was too late to try and escape, so she had to comply. The elf slowly took her catsuit off. She tried not to wince when the crowd, still growing in numbers, began to cheer; she folded her clothes neatly and put them aside.

"Lay down on your back over here," Percevale instructed, his voice was neutral, purely informative. Aeriella was grateful for the small favour; at least he was not trying to add insult to injury with words, which would have been awfully easy.

When she laid her naked body on the wooden platform, the Captain began to lock cuffs onto her feet; fortunately these were not instruments of torture. Unlike the belt, they were not enchanted, but apparently had been designed with the comfort of the prisoner in mind; it was a truly peculiar punishment. The cuffs were thick and made of leather, on the inside they were padded with felt to protect the skin from abrasions. Once Aeriella's ankles were secured Percevale attached a chain to each cuff. With the assistance of his guard they began to work a capstan, turning the reel and pulling the chains upwards. The goal was to lift the elf above the platform, upside down, and then pull her legs apart, so they would be spread into a wide V. Her head was hanging merely a few centimetres above the floor. The Captain then tied her arms behind her back; not to prevent her from escaping, but to make sure that they would not get in the way. Unfortunately for her, Aeriella was facing the crowd. Hanging upside down turned out to be a blessing in disguise because, oddly enough, one cannot properly maintain eye contact in this position. The bondage device was not an impromptu construction; it had clearly been designed and manufactured by someone who had a clear vision in his mind. Right now the sorceress learnt that it allowed to rotate her, so that she would now be facing away from the crowd, so they could admire her backside.

Once the sorceress was secured in the desired position, the guard gave Percevale a large bottle with oil, which he then began to diligently distribute onto the elf's voluptuous body. He started at her left calf and methodically worked his way down her long, shapely leg. In other circumstances this might have even been pleasant, right now it was just an introduction to disgrace. The Captain rubbed the lotion into her skin expertly, but spent more time than it was necessary just caressing her firm thighs. Sure, there was a lot of skin to cover there, but if mere oiling was the goal, he could have done it in less than half the time. It was clear that he was enjoying his work, but there seemed to be more to it than just his own lust.

The same thing happened when Percevale reached Aeriella's buttocks. They were full, round and firm, and he seemed to be focused more on enjoying them, than actually rubbing the oil into the skin; though ultimately the latter was also achieved. The efficiency in which he oiled up her back and belly confirmed the elf's suspicions that regular sexual harassment was a part of the punishment; though at this point nothing would surprise her anymore.

During the whole process the crowd was enthusiastic and reasonably agitated, but also oddly calm and civil. There were some lewd comments and whistling, but they behaved more like an audience at a festival, than people witnessing an actual punishment. When the Captain and his oil reached Aeriella's breasts, cheers erupted from the crowd. She was once again rotated to face the public, so they could see everything he was doing. The elf had, unlike other representatives of her species, truly huge breasts. Partially because of various magical and divine experiences she had had. Despite their size they remained perfectly firm and even in her current position seemed to defy gravity. Percevale did not merely oil or even grope them; he worshiped Aeriella's tits with his strong, oiled palms; the crowd did the same with their eyes and showed similar enthusiasm. Still they did not show any ill will towards the 'offender'; quite the opposite, they seemed rather sympathetic. Only one spot on the sorceress' body remained not oiled, apart from her face. The Captain poured the oil onto her vagina, then began to rub it into her lower (temporarily upper) lips. She issued an involuntary moan, which might have been heard by the front row, but was drowned by another enthusiastic cheer. Percevale spent a significant time rubbing the elf's pussy lips; his diligence suggested that he intended to achieve more than just to oil them. Ultimately the elf's entire tanned skin was oiled and glistened in the bright summer sunlight.

The sorceress was rotated once more, then the Captain stepped aside to let the crowd admire the sight. He picked up the belt and circled the sorceress to stand behind her. Despite the absurdity of the punishment and its humiliating nature Aeriella felt astonishingly relaxed. She did not necessarily enjoy the forced exposure, her exhibitionism did not go that far, but at least she was not tense or stressed out. Even when Percevale hit the bondage construction with the belt, not her body yet, making a lot of noise, her mood did not change; she remained resigned, yet relaxed.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

The elf cried out loudly enough for the first few rows to hear. She twitched in her bonds when the first strike landed on her buttocks, but not because of any pain. Even though she expected it, the noise of the hit startled her. The crowd cheered enthusiastically, there was still no malice in their behaviour though. The sorceress was almost certain that the citizens of Kammelteau knew of the belt's magical properties. She did not get the chance to ponder on the matter, because the second strike interrupted her thoughts.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

She cried out once again... for no particular reason. The sound simply broke out of her mouth on its own.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

The Captain was working methodically, letting each strike sound fully. The noise made by the belt was impressive, the spell must have been quite sophisticated. IT was not THAT loud, but the sorceress was certain that every person in the crowd could hear it. The audience remained surprisingly silent and focused, as if not wanting to disturb the spectacle.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

Aeriella tried to count the strokes to keep her mind occupied, but somehow could not focus even on that simple task.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

For some odd reason the elf kept crying out, even though she still felt no pain. The position itself was uncomfortable, but she was fit enough that she could endure it with ease. The humiliation of exposure was the worse part.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

The strokes were rhythmical, suggesting that the Captain had experience in lashing them out. Did women in Kammelteau really break this law so often? The sorceress could not ponder on the matter though, because the whipping kept distracting her.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

The crowd remained enthusiastic, but calm; they seemed to simply be having fun.

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

CRACK!

"Ahh!"

Aeriella lost sense of time, so she was not aware how long the whipping lasted, but finally it stopped. She had been informed by Percevale about the whole procedure, so she knew it was not the end, merely switching to the second phase. The Captain with the assistance of a guard turned the bondage construction around, so that the elf was once again facing the crowd. They also lifted her up, so her head was now hanging about a metre above the floor. After being upside down for a while the elf had gotten used to that perspective, so she could now take a better look at the crowd. Her initial assessment of regular folks who came onto a fair was only reinforced. But again she did not get a chance to ponder on the matter.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

Another strike landed on the elf's body; this one on her breasts, right across the nipples

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

The sorceress' buttocks were firm and toned, made of strong, durable muscles, created by regular exercises. Her breasts were also firm, but much softer and sensitive; the latter especially applied to the nipples.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

These strikes were not painful either, but Aeriella could sense them more clearly. It was hard to describe to someone who had not experienced it. The elf was astonished by the belt's abilities.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

In other circumstances she might have even considered it pleasant to a degree. She enjoyed nipple play, even in its rougher forms, and being hit with the belt right across the middle of her breasts felt a bit like it.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

The Captain was just as methodical and maintained a steady rhythm. He also had a perfect aim, his strikes always landed in the centre of Aeriella's breasts. Something like that could not have been achieved with extensive practice.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

As the whipping went on the sorceress realised something odd and slightly disconcerting - her body was betraying her. Despite the humiliating exposure and the crowd's lustful gazes, having her breasts whipped with the mysterious belt caused her to become... aroused.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

The whipping itself, however painless it was, could not have done it. There must have been more to the belt's enchantment.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

Her thoughts kept wondering though and she was unable to hold onto each of them long enough to be able to analyse her body's behaviour.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

Aeriella was kinky and bold, and was ready to admit it, but she was not so perverted as to be turned on by such a disgraceful experience. And yet she was becoming horny.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

The whipping continued, methodical and relentless, and the elf's arousal kept steadily growing.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!!"

She noticed that the crowd, still mostly civil and well-behaved, was becoming more excited as well, but that was understandable. After all they were watching a hot, naked elf in a perverted, pornographic spectacle.