A Thief Gets Punished

"ARRRGH!" I cried out. There was a loud WHACK! when my captor's hand hit my ass and the pain was just as sharp. It then turned to a dull throb. I moaned through the pain. Then: WHACK! It hurt twice as much! He struck in the same place! "Stop it!" I yelled. "Stop it!"

Gods, I was being spanked! Just when I thought I couldn't be any more humiliated - after the nudity, the bondage, the tickling, now I was being spanked for disobedience! I'm a grown woman! I could--

WHACK!

I lost my temper. I kicked my legs. I swore. I tried shaking my arms, but they were still tied behind my back. I screamed.

WHACK!

I started to sob. This was unfair! This was so fucking stupid! He was impossibly strong, holding me down with one arm and spanking me with the other. I felt degraded. I was so small and petty. This isn't how I'm supposed to feel! I'm the strongest! Toughest! Smart--

WHACK!

"OWowowowow!" I wept. I could hear the crowd laughing at me. This was unfair! This was unfair!

He leaned into my ear.

"Erica," he said gently. "You have not been counting your spanks. You have not been thanking me for them. You were getting ten. I told you that you'd get another two spanks on top of every spank you failed to count and thank me for. You've missed three. You will now get sixteen spanks in total."

"Fuck you! Fuck you! OHHHHHHHhohohoho!" I cried out again when he spanked me suddenly. I half-heartedly kicked my legs. I was getting so tired.

"What do you have to say, Erica?"

"Fuck yo-o-o-o-o-o-u..." I mumbled.

WHACK!

I sobbed. There was no energy left. Fine. "Four."

"And what else do you have to say?"

I smouldered. I felt the rage stoking inside me. I looked up at him with hatred. "Thank you."

"What do you call me?"

I stared at him with a sneer. "Sir."

"Very good." He brought his hand down on my ass again. I grunted - it still hurt, and in fact it hurt even more than before.

"Five. Thank you, Sir."

It was the shame that really got to me. I was submitting to his punishment - legitimising it, in a way. I was a wicked beast being tamed. No. No! This was me doing what was practical.

WHACK!

"Six! Thank you, Sir!"

As he continued to spank me and I continued to count, I let my rage build. I was not submitting. I was

not

submitting! This was me biding - OW! - my time. I would make him pay for every single - OW! - spank he laid on me.

I had not given up. I was angrier than ever.

After all those spanks, he pulled me up off his lap. My ass felt raw. I was sure it was bruised already. He put his stool away and climbed up on his horse. We started walking - me being pulled along by a leash.

I heard the crowd calling goodbye to me. Gods help me, a whole crowd of people just watched me get spanked, buck naked, on a man's lap, and thank him for them. That was

two

towns now that I could never return to.

He dragged me through the forest for the rest of the day. I didn't fight it because I was so exhausted from my rage. It was easier, just for now, to collect my thoughts as we walked. I hated it.

I felt so trapped. Fantasies of my friends - those traitorous pieces of shit! Those bastards who would burn in the hells! - swooping in and rescuing me no longer popped into my head. I couldn't believe them.

Gods, was I going to be dragged naked behind this man forever???

No. I had to focus my rage. I looked up at the back of his head. I would take the first opportunity to put the rope around his neck and choke him with it. Then I could find a knife or something on him and cut myself free. Take his clothes, see how he likes it.

The sun started setting. My captor pulled me to the side of the road to make camp. We were behind the treeline. Here was my chance! He climbed down from his horse.

"Come along, Erica." He walked towards the treeline. My arms were still bound behind my back. There was nothing I could do right now. He stood me next to a tree and turned me around. He untied my bonds.

As soon as my hands were free, I grabbed the rope. I shoved it around his stupid fucking neck. Suddenly everything went blurry. I was face-down on the ground. Two minutes later, I was tied to a tree, my hands in the air, my ass feeling red-raw again.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. I wanted to swear black and blue. I was infuriated that my body held me back - that a part of me was screaming "Please, I don't want to get spanked again!" I felt the throbbing of my ass.

As I sulked, he set up camp. I hated being restricted. I felt like I'd done nothing for three days. I wanted to set up my own camp.

As he set up my bed, a group came through the treeline. There was a woman in a black and white outfit that covered her whole body, as well as a necklace that hung around her of a lightning bolt. Behind her were some younger women in white outfits with yellow sunhats.

By the gods, some nuns had found us!

"Hello, my sir!" said the head mistress. "Would a strapping young gentlemen like yourself be willing to protect some ladies of the Thunder God?" Her eyes flicked over me, but were straight back at him.

Then one of the girls shrieked. "Look at that lady! She's naked!"

The girls all started giggling and pointing. I scowled. I felt very foolish and exposed. I shuffled on my feet as best I could.

"Girls! Please! Compose yourselves!" said the head mistress angrily. All of them instantly stopped. "This man is an ENF Catcher. This lady has clearly committed some kind of crime. So you can point and laugh at her

later

, when we've set up."

"I would be delighted to help you, Head Mistress," said the Catcher.

As he helped the nuns set up their camp, the girls kepts sneaking peeks at me and grinning or tittering. It was an inane little giggle that drove me up the wall. It made me feel weak and stupid, which just made me angrier. I tried keeping a lid on it because... well, I still don't want to be spanked.

After they set up the camp, one of the girls walked up to the head mistress and whispered something in her ear. The head mistress nodded. The girl walked up to me.

My heart sank.

"Why are you naked and tied up?"