A Firebug Gets Punished

I sat outside the tavern, filled with contempt and ignoring the stares of passersby. My captor had retied my hands behind my back in the more traditional way, then tied me to the horse post outside where he intended to drink for a while. He left me the stool so that I could sit, which I had chosen to do.

I was filled with dread. I felt as if I had a cold hand clenched around my throat. My captor had declared I would be publicly tickled at 3pm. We had arrived in this village at noon, and after an incident with the locals, he had gone inside the tavern for lunch and left me outside. The locals had been staring at me and making jokes to each other but otherwise keeping their distance.

It was, of course, utterly humiliating to be tied up outside naked, my hands restrained behind my back so I couldn't cover myself. I had kept my legs crossed, but eventually that got tiring and I just gave up. I felt their eyes lingering on my breasts, my ass, my pussy. I was exposed on a level I have never been. I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

What terrified me was that my captor had promised worse. Each stage of my journey had sunk me deeper into humiliation. What would come after the tickle torture? What was his ultimate end? I knew he was taking me to my father. What else what I be subject to before we got there?

A young man came out of the tavern and walked up to me. He was another ignorant villager. He wore simple brown clothes that hugged his lean, muscular form. He had dull cow eyes - dumb muscle.

"So you burned down a library?" he asked.

"Fuck off and annoy someone else," I said.

He turned his head and smiled. "He told me that if you were rude to me, I was to come get him so he could punish you in the customary manner." He turned to head back into the tavern.

Panic gripped me. "No, stop!" He stopped. "Look, I'm sorry. Please don't tell him I was rude. I'll be nice, I'll be nice." As he looked me over, I realised I had stood up. Not only did he have a full frontal view of my naked body, he'd have gotten a good look at how my breasts can jiggle when I move quickly. I averted my gaze.

"So you burned down a library?" he asked again.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Why?"

"I dunno."

"Was it because you wanted to get caught and publicly paraded naked?"

My temper flared. "No!"

"That's what people are saying."

"Well, it's bullshit. I'd never want this."

"So why did you burn it down?"

"It was just a fucking library! Who cares?"

"A lot of people use libraries."

"So? Nerds, old mages, unimportant people."

"Homeless people looking to escape the cold. Children. Communities."

"They can live without it. How important can it really be?"

He looked down at me. I was taken aback by the look of contempt on his face. Finally he spoke: "I'm going to tell him you were rude to me."

"What? No! Please!" He walked away from me. I stepped forward then felt the tug from the rope and realised I was still tied to the horse post. "Stop! I'm sorry!" I cried out as I tugged at the rope, frantically trying to loosen the knot. "Please don't!" He simply kept walking. Other villagers were staring at the sight of me panicking and jiggling and moving. I felt the tears fall down my face again. I tried running back to the post and rubbing the ropes against the post trying to break them.

This was when my captor strolled back out of the tavern. "Please don't, Sir!" I sobbed. "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" He grabbed a chair from the side of the tavern as he walked to me. Behind him was the villager, watching impassively. "You don't have to do this, Sir!"

He sat the chair down by the horse post, grabbed my hands, sliced the rope with a knife, sat on the chair, and pulled me over his knee all in a few very quick motions. I was openly wailing by this point. Villagers had all stopped to watch. Some of them were laughing at me. My stomach felt heavy.

"Lara. You know the rules. Repeat them back to me."

I composed myself enough to speak. "Count every spank. Say 'thank you, Sir'. If I don't do this fast enough, I get two more."

"Very good. For being rude, you will have fifteen spanks."

"What?! That's not fair! ARRGH! One! Thank you, Sir! Oooooh! Two! Thank you, Sir!"

As he kept a steady rhythm of spanking so painful I thought I'd never walk again, I looked over and saw the villager watching me. He had a sadistic grin on his face. Almost like I deserved what I was getting. I was so distracted trying to figure out why he'd think this that I missed the count on one of my spanks. I refocused, enduring every painful swat and counting and thanking my captor for every one.

"Fifteen! Thank you, Sir! Ugh! Sixteen! Thank you, Sir! Arrgh! Seventeen! Thank you, Sir!"

He lifted me back up off his lap and then frogmarched me to the tavern's porch. He tied a rope back onto one of my wrists, then threw the rope over a beam in the tavern's porch roof, then tied the rope to my other wrist, then threw it over the beam again. He pulled hard, lifting my arms right up. He then took the end of the rope and tied it to the porch side.

"You've lost your sitting privileges. You'll have to wait here until it's time to tickle you." He then walked back into the tavern.

I stood there morosely. Then the villager walked up from behind me.

"You deserve this, you know," he said poisonously.

"What?"

"You do."

"No. I don't deserve this. It isn't fair!"

"It's perfectly fair, and that's what burns you up inside. You're a selfish person, not giving a whit about anything other than your own pleasure and your own sense of power. How many lives have you ruined by destroying so much? Well, now you're the one under the thumb of power. This guy has taken away everything you actually care about - your pride, your dignity, and your ability to control anything you do. If you had any sense, you'd embrace this, let yourself feel shame, and turn over a new leaf. But maybe you're so stupid and callous, you'll learn nothing."

I was silent. I was filled with shame. I realised now what a kindness my captor had been doing for me. He had only taken my clothes. This supposed ignorant villager was really the one who had stripped me naked. I started to sob. He looked me over.

"If I ignore what a terrible person you are, you really are beautiful. Your skin looks so soft. Your features are classically beautiful. Really nice haircut that frames your face. And those tits are gorgeous." He looked me in the eye. "But I wouldn't touch you with a rented dick, you asshole." He walked off. I stood there, more ashamed than ever, waiting for my inevitable tickle torture.