This is based on the Book 'Ella Enchanted,' by Gail Carson Levine, a Cinderella pastiche in which the titular character has to follow any command given to her. 'Ella Enchanted' is a beautiful book suitable for children. This is not.

Another sunset. Another painful walk to Sir Kevin's quarters. Once again I stood frozen in place after he raised his right hand.

"I'll have you know," he said, "that I had a terrible day. I lost a sparring to that oaf Sir Dillion. Tell me I deserved to beat Sir Dillion."

"You deserved to beat Sir Dillion, Sir Kevin."

"Not enough enthusiasm." He struck me in the face. I couldn't wince. I couldn't move. "I should warn you I am in quite a bad mode. Expect a great deal of Punishment today."

An offhanded command. He probably hadn't even intended to give it. But nonetheless I filled my mind with expectations of punishment. Offhanded commands were still commands.

"I suppose it's time to relieve you of your clothes." He raised his hand in a signal.

There were many signals that forced me to strip. Many variations. This one forced me to beg and plead with him. "Please," I said, as pitifully as I could, "let me be." I bawled, as he wanted me to bawl, while I removed my shoes and socks.

"Don't do this," I bleated. "Please, not tonight." I took off my skirt.

I cried and begged all the way until nudity. And I cried and begged some more. "Shut up," Sir Kevin said.

I was silent.

"Your crying is annoying, and it ruined you face. For ruining your face, a Small Punishment." As I had expected. "I can't think of anything good. Tell me a good Small Punishment, Ella."

I was still sniffling. "You could make me kick myself, Sir Kevin." Seeing that always put him in a better mood.

"Kick yourself in the butt nine times."

My foot came up, slamming into my butt. Again. Three. Four. Five. Six. I nearly fell over on Seven. That would have been a disaster. It probably would have merited a Punishment all on its own. Eight. Nine.

"Very well, Ella. You have been punished for ruining your face. But now you need to be punished for annoying me. This merits a Medium Punishment."

A Medium Punishment. My last Medium Punishment had been a week ago. My back still hadn't fully healed. "I think I'm in the mood for a psychological punishment today." Those were worse than the physical ones by far. "Tell me your favorite childhood memory."

"It is of my Mother, Sir Kevin." He made me speak of her for what must have been four or five minutes.

"Forget your mother," he ordered.

I obeyed.

"Tell me about your mother," he ordered.

"I don't know anything about my mother, Sir Kevin."

"Tell me about your mother," he said again, smiling.

"I don't know anything about my mother, Sir Kevin."

Sir Kevin grinned a wicked grin. The kind that typically meant he was going to Punish me for following one of his orders. "For failing to answer my question, a Small Punishment. Don't breath until I command you to."

Sir Kevin ran his hands over my body as I held my breath. He laughed as my face turned blue. He licked me as I lost consciousness. "Breath," he ordered.

I took in huge gulps of air.

"Stop breathing no noisily."

The gulping stopped.

"And thank me for letting you breath."

"Thank you, Sir Kevin."

"Now," he said, "I think it is time for some fun. How about some sparring? Does that sound like fun? Tell me if it sounds like fun."

I had to answer honestly. "It doesn't sound like fun, Sir Kevin"

"Impudent wench! A Punishment is in order. We will spar with actual weapons. I will have a sword, you will have a stick. You stay here. Repeat the phrase 'Sir Kevin is my Master' until I return."

"Sir Kevin is my Master. Sir Kevin is my Master. Sir Kevin is my Master. Sir Kevin is my Master. Sir Kevin is my Master." I kept saying the words. And, what was worse, I knew that they were true.

Sir Kevin returned, and threw my stick on the ground. "Pick it up." I bent down. I left my ass in the air for a few seconds. This was a requirement whenever I picked up an object, regardless of whether Sir Kevin was present. Then I stood.

Sir Kevin was a trained knight, fully armored, holding a sword.

I was a sex slave, naked, holding a stick.

"We will spar for four rounds. Every round you lose, you shall receive a Small Punishment. If you break the stick, you will receive a Medium Punishment. Begin."

I took what I thought was a defensive stance.

"Attack me, slut."

I came towards him, my stick raised. There were orders in place that prevented me from ever seriously hurting Sir Kevin, but I was still on the offensive. Sir Kevin knocked my stick aside and knicked me in the leg. "You lose," he said. "Time for a Small Punishment."

Sir Kevin looked pensive for a moment. "Spin around as fast as you can. Don't fall."

I span. I span and span and span. I grew too dizzy to see, too dizzy to think. But I didn't fall, because he had ordered me not to fall. "Faster," he ordered. I was already going as fast as I could, but somehow I sped up. The world was a blur. "Stop."

I stopped.

I fell to the ground. Or maybe the ceiling. I had no sense of what was where. "Stand and fight me, coward."

I made my way to my feet, only because he had ordered my to. He knocked my stick aside once more, and cut into my arm. I fell to to ground, unable to get up from my continuing dizziness.

"It seems another Small Punishment is in order," Sir Kevin said. "Try to stand up. Every time you fall, punch yourself in the stomach."

I tried to stand up. I really did. Eight punches later, I succeeded.

"It is time to spar once more," Sir Kevin said. He handed me my stick. Even before I could react, he sliced it clean in two with his sword.

"You broke the stick, Ella. It took me several minutes to find that stick, and you broke it. Apologize for breaking the stick, Ella."

"I am sorry for breaking the stick, Sir Kevin."

"Your apology is not accepted. I warned you about this. You have earned yourself a Medium Punishment." My second one of the night!

Kevin leered. He had been planning this little act all day. "Pick up both parts of your stick."

I bent down, my ass on full display once again.

"What a gorgeous behind. Jam the stick up your asshole."

It was not the first time that hole had been violated. I jammed the stick all the way up. It hurt more than the beating Sir Kevin had given me when I had dropped his wine cup.

"Now, the last quarter of our fight will have to be done with fists. Attack me, Ella."

I complied. With the sticks in my behind, I could barely move, but I went towards him. I landed a blow on his armor. And another blow. Sir Kevin took off his helmet. "Strike me in the face." I knew what has coming even as I followed his command.

"Ella, you struck your husband. Wives who strike their husbands deserve Large Punishments. Say you deserve a Large Punishment."

I was crying from a combination of pain and fear. But I spat out the words, as ordered. "I deserve a Large Punishment, Sir Kevin."

Sir Kevin smiled. "Believe you deserve a Large Punishment."

He was right of course. I had struck him. A Large Punishment was only fair.

"Tell me whether those sticks are hurting you, Ella.

"They hurt, Sir Kevin."

"Do they hurt more when you move?"

"Yes, Sir Kevin."

"Ella, for the rest of the night, I want you to walk around this room. Every time you complete a circuit, you will kick you own ass and call yourself a slut. Start now."

And that was my night. Tears of pain. A kick. "I'm a slut." More tears. A kick. "I'm a slut." I was miserable. A kick. "I'm a slut." It was one of the worst nights of my life. But what made it worse was the knowledge that I deserved that Large Punishment.