CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
Explicit version containing bullying, consensualnonconsent, analpenetration, and bladderplay themes at 07-23X The Crack of the Bat at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits, especially in relation to physical pain. NOW:
“Pleaser,” she hissed as an insult, watching her scamper to assume the position Channah had commanded her to assume. “Pathetic Pleaser,” she amended, chortling, as she slowly walked to assume a strong striking position, legs apart, perpendicular to her victim, hands clasped around the handle, breathing in the fresh morning air and noticing that the sun had fully risen. “Don’t disappoint me,” she rumbled.
“No Domina. I swear I’ll give you everything I ha—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” she cried, as the bat connected, perfectly, striking both cheeks of her bum. Penny scrabbled, howling, trying to crawl under the throne.
Channah laughed and rocked her shoulders with delight, enjoying herself fully, excited at Penny’s wimpy—and most satisfying—reaction. “That was just the first one, pudding. Or does being a pathetic milquetoast make you more of a Princess? Hmmm….” She walked to Penny’s other side, switching her hands on the bat, and watched Penny’s quivering bottom for a moment before purring to express her intense satisfaction. “Lillith and Cane, you’re a sissy-little weakling. Aren’t you?!” she snapped.
“Yes, Domina, I’m a sissy-little weakl—”Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” she wept, slamming the chair against the wall as she cried.
“Oh yeah,” she howled like a wolf, bending her knees and holding her hands at her sides as she hooted with delight, before returning to her first position, listening to Penny’s moans. “You look so—stupid—with your head under my throne! Like some kind of dumb dog that thinks it’s hiding by sticking its head in a hole! Tell me, is that what you are? A dumb doggie or a sissy-little weakling?”
“I—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” this time it was a squawk that nearly made Channah come again. Laughing, she plumped down into her throne, resting her feet on Penny’s back and enjoying the feel of how she was writhing on the floor before her. “I feel so close to you right now, pudding Princess,” she confessed. Then she giggled. “How do you feel?”
“It hurts so badly, Domina!” Penance wept. “I don’t know if I can be good. I’m trying so hard to be good, I promise I’m trying Domina—”
“Oh, I know, sweetie! I can tell! That’s why I’m feeling so close to you, darling—because you’re trying so hard for me! Isn’t that sweet?”
“I—I—I want you to be happy, Domina! I want to make you happy. BUT IT HURTS DOMINA!!!
“Ohh, there, there, sweetie, SOO dramatic.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re not going to die, unless you realize how ridiculous and pathetic you sound,” she consoled her girl in a saccharine-sweet voice, rubbing and pressing her feet into her girl’s shoulders and back, eliciting groans of confused pleasure as she overstimulated her with a profusion of sweet and spicy sensations at once. “I’ve done this to a. Lot. Of. Boys. over the centuries, baby, and I can promise you—even little jawari like you have survived—” she had to stop and laugh again, at Penny’s wiggling and whining. “Penny!” she barked, trying and failing miserably to sound cross with her, slapping her back with the soles of her feet to get her attention before she burst out laughing yet again. “You. Are. Absurd. The most ridiculously little whiney-baby I have ever beaten!”
And with that, she stood up again, walked around behind her, standing between her legs and just enjoying the absurd little booty dance she was still doing. Impulsively, Channah started alternating feet to step on her right cheek and watch her dive as if scalded, then step on her left cheek to watch her dodge, then jab her, then caress her. Finally, as much fun as she was having, she decided Penny would probably entertain her all day, and she had no doubt she could make Penny entertaining with very little effort whenever she wanted to.
“Assume the position, bitch! Get your hips back up.”
Penny started hyperventilating again between sobs but wailed: “Yes, Domina,” as she pushed her cute little tushie back up, the internal conflict visible in the stiff, awkward way she moved, even without her crying to emphasize it.
“Are you ready, bitch?” she asked, snickering.
“Yes, Domina,” she quailed.
“I don’t know… you don’t look ready.” Getting into maximum-domme position, she rolled the bat in her hands causing the tip to draw a circle in the air above her shoulder. “You look kind of scared. How’s your bladder doing, sweetie?”
“I need to pee so bad, Domina. SOO bad, pl—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh owwwww! Dom-min-na! I love you…” she whined.
“Are you getting excited yet?” she asked, squatting down to check, then guffawing. “No. I can’t even find you. You may even have an insy right now,” she laughed, playing with Penny’s bottom. Impulsively she sucked on her middle finger and pressed on Penny’s bladder, watching and cackling with delight as her girl tried to take the pressure off. “Keep that ass up, Missy!” she ordered sternly, continuing to torture her bladder with her finger. “But don’t you dare spill a drop or I’ll make you clean it up! It feels—soooooo—full honey! I don’t know how you can even stand it! How long has it been since you’ve peed? Twenty hours? Why, that’s probably the longest you’ve ever held it in your short little life. You must be drowning—”
Literature Section “07-23[X] The Crack of the Bat”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 23 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 898 words::Explicit 1141 words—Accompanying Images: 2087-2091—Published 2025-07-23—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.