As I stood there in front of the Master, I could feel a gentle pressure on my arm as the tall blonde woman helped to keep me steady. I confess I giggled a little bit looking at the Master's stern face and I think he looked over my head at the tall blonde woman who spoke, "Sir.....please...ignore the giggling.....I did warn you Sir...that the amount of pain killers would make dido a little odd." As she spoke, the Master moved his arm quickly with awesome controlled power, bringing the side of the knife down on the the table. There was a solid metallic thud and all I could do was grin.

The Master, noted my reaction and with his other hand, ever so carefully smashed the palm of his hand right into my ass forcing me to bounce forward and scream loudly as the sheer power of his open hand turned my ass red as I rocked and swayed in front of him. With a growl he spoke, 'Lift her skirt up...now' and as the tall blonde woman lifted my skirt the Master slapped me repeatedly across the back of my thighs and my ass as the tall blonde woman held my uninjured arm up over my head. This caused much mirth in the audience and their laughter seemed to goad the Master on as he he used his power to thrash me.

Each blow rocked me and was incredibly painful and I could feel my ass and the backs of my legs warming. Some of the men voiced their approval of the Masters actions pointing out that he was disciplining an unruly member of his staff in the correct old fashioned way. As much as I turned and twisted, the stong blonde woman held my arm firmly above my head as the Master continued to thrash me. Naturally, I broke down and started crying again openly as the pain built and I bounced and rocked under the Masters power. As his hand hit me the Master spoke, almost conversationally, "dido...you will learn to show Ms. Nora respect...you will learn to be respectful...you will be well mannered and the next time Cook tries to help you...you will not let her..." As he spoke his hand turned my ass and upper thighs bright red and then began to make me scream in pain.

As I moved under the blows the other two men, now castrated, sobbed in the corner as the blonde woman held me. As my world turned red as the pain mounted, I could see some of the spectators grinning as I cried and screamed but the Master looked up and watched the blonde woman. With a curt nod to the blonde woman he suddenly stopped thrashing me and then she pulled my skirt down as I sobbed and cried in front of the audience. I tried to be quiet but but my sobbing and wailing was loud. The Master spun round, "For fuck sake....get her to shut up..." as he stalked away. I cringed away from the blonde woman as she let me go and began to raise her hand but then she threw me off balance by kneeling in front of me and hugging me close.

Some of the women in the audience laughed out loud as I sobbed and cried in the big blonde womans arms as she hugged me after my public thrashing. I barely felt the sting of the needle as another extremely carefully calculated dose of pain killers hit my system. Once the pain killers were running inside me, I again confess, that I giggled at the men in the corner who now had wide, fat cocks but nothing hanging down. It was a bit naughty to giggle but I just couldn't help myself as the big, tall blonde woman stood up and supported me as she spoke very quietly into her phone. Her grip on my wrist was as solid as iron claw.