Started to play with this concept here (C) 2012 Bleuame.
The full moon, high in the sky washed the city in tinted silvery light. Noémi leaned over the balcony, the wind whipping her hair in her face and ruffling the sleeves of her dress.
It was quiet in the sanctuary, all members of the household were asleep. Noémi was awake, the moon calling her to explore the city beyond the gates.
Noémi wanted to walk through the sleeping city, basking the moonlight, taking in the sights alone.
Her palms sweaty and her heart thundering in her chest, Noémi closed the doors to the baloney and made her way downstairs, as quietly as she could.
At the bottom of the stairs, she heard guards laughing as they changed shifts. Noémi waited until she heard the click of the door and quickly ran to the kitchen, taking the side entrance out into the night.
The night was cool and from the vantage point of the side gate, she could see the guards but this side wasn't watched and no one noticed her as she pushed through the gates and left the compound behind.
Noémi ran through through the streets, feeling free and basking in the rarity of not having anyone around to order her. She slowed to a walk and trailed her hand through the leaves of the trees that dotted the walkways.
As much as she loved life in the sanctuary, she loved the solitude of being by herself. Noémi walked by the shops, passed the church and wondered if she could make it to the pier before one of the watchmen came and dragged her home. This wasn't the first time Noémi took off for a few moments of solitude. A tinge of fear crept through her, she remembered the last time she was punished for leaving, when she was told that if she left again without permission, she would be dismissed. Noémi shivered and quickened her pace. Risking the displeasure of the master wasn't something she wanted but after all these years, Noémi felt she was entitled to go out alone, when the fancy struck.
Noémi turned off the main road and took the path that lead to the lake. The winds were still blustery but the water was a still pool of reflection. Noémi heard the the noise she had been expecting. The sounds of hoof-beats. Two guards on black stallions were riding towards her.
Noémi turned and waited for them to come to a stop. She had been caught.
“Come on now”, the lead guard said. He extended a hand to Noémi and ungracefully pulled her up and over the saddle. “We thought you knew better.”
Noémi slumped across the saddle and wondered if a hour of freedom was worth it. Why couldn't she stay put at the compound? The allure of the moon and solitude was just too strong a feeling to ignored.
Noémi sighed, closed her eyes as they rode home.
The gates clanged close and the guard halted his mount.
“We found her by the river”.
Noémi flushed and her stomach rolled.
“Down you go.”
Only then did Noémi open her eyes. She blinked furiously and swallowed a lump in her throat. Relief swept through her, she wasn't face to face with the master but only the head guard.
“Again Noémi ?”
The man grabbed her wrist and lead her into the inner courtyard. Catching sight of the whipping post, Noémi shuddered. She knew what it was to be naked with arms tied at the wrist as the flogger scored her back in front of the whole household with the master sitting in his chair, his gaze turned away and the memory made Noémi 's breath catch in her throat and her body warmed with a sliver of excitement.
“Master, here she is”, the guard said.
“Noémi, I thought you were happy here?” The Master leaned against the stone wall but there was nothing casual in his stance. His left hand held a flogger.
“Master, I'm sorry”, Noémi sunk to her knees. The dampness of the grass soaked through her dress.
“Are you? “The Master grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up.
“Yes”, Noémi whispered.
“I think you enjoy being sorry.”
Noémi tried to look down, but couldn't move out of the iron clad grip.
It was the thrill of being caught that really sent her out into the night and the Master knew it. The sweet humiliation of the punishment that was to follow.
A sharp streak of pain flared against Noémi's shoulders as the Master swung the flogger.
“Isn't that correct?”
The Master let go of Noémi's hair and lightly drew a finger along the side of her neck.
“Yes”. Noémi couldn't play the game of protestation and the admittance brought sensual flickers through her body.
“It is not safe outside the compound without an escort late at night. The rule is for your protection.”
The flogger sliced the air, coming down hard on her back. Noémi gritted her teeth as the stroked landed, breaking through the sweetness of pleasurable pain and reaching the point of strong infliction.
The Master continued, steadily with the flogger.
Noémi held herself still with willpower and finally the leather straps stopped kissing her skin.
“What do you have to say?”
“Nothing. I know the rules are there for our protection” Noémi forced the words out.
“You are supposed to be a role model”, the flogger came out of nowhere and landed on her right breast.
Noémi yelped out of surprise.
“I'm sorry Master”, Noémi said quietly.
The Master lifted her up from the ground and caressed the side of her face.
“Do this again and you will be dismissed. That is all.”
Noémi nodded and walked away, sufficiently punished but unfilled.