A Thief Gets Punished

After they finished tickling me, the Catcher fed me, then the three of them unchained me. The Catcher then didn't tie me up - he simply pinned my arms behind my back. I could have tried to fight back, but at this point I really didn't want to be spanked again, or tickled again, or anything.

He frogmarched me out of the room - that horrid old woman waved goodbye to me - and back out into the corridor. His grip was powerfully strong; I suspect he was using magic to be even stronger. When we were back out in that corridor, he let me go.

"Time for you to go into the Stable, Erica," he said. "Open that door and go in." I looked at him as I rubbed my hands where he'd grabbed me. "Don't pout. Go in."

Fine. I opened the door.

I was shocked by what I saw. It did indeed appear to be a stable. There was straw all over the floor; wooden slates dividing the room into stalls. There were also three of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, naked as the day they were born and looking towards me expectantly.

So in I walked. I heard the door shut hard behind me. There were no handles on this side. I turned back and the three women were standing there.

"My gods, she's gorgeous," said one. She was shorter and fatter. Her dark brown hair was cropped short, but it was still far longer than mine. Her face was round, with a cute button nose. Her nipples were large, poking out of her already quite large breasts. She was so cute and cuddly.

"I like her muscles," said the second. She was the definition of voluptuous - a pear-shaped body with large boobs and a wide ass. Her hair was long and mousy brown, falling down past her shoulders, and she was nervously stroking it. She had a long face, a cute long nose, and soft, wet eyes. She wore thick black glasses.

"She's a redhead," said the third. She was shorter, with curly blonde hair, and very petite. She had a smug look on her face that was strangely alluring - as if she really didn't care we were all naked and trapped. It was infuriatingly attractive. "I love redheads. They're beautiful. Look at her red patch of pubic hair."

Embarrassed, I half-heartedly waved my hand over my crotch.

"We're all naked here, babe," said the voluptuous one. "You haven't seen anything we haven't. I'm Candace."

"I'm Billie," said the short fat one. She gestured to the blonde. "That's Art over there."

"Hello," said the blonde.

"I'm Erica," I said.

"Erica," said Art she sauntered over to me. "Gorgeous name. It matches you." She embraced me from the side and very gently stroked my belly - not enough to tickle, just enough to feel it. I was confused, but I must admit her warm flesh against mine felt nice.

"Don't mind her," said Billie. "She actually likes what's happening to us."

"You what?" I spluttered.

"Mmmm," said Art, her eyes closed. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"So you've all gone through the exact same thing as me? Stripped naked, tied up, publicly dragged around where everyone can see you--" I saw Billie blush and Candace look down as she continued playing with her hair, "Tickled and spanked until you can't take it anymore?!"

"I'm not saying

I

like it," said Billie. "This has been... one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. Sir got me in front of all my coworkers." She grabbed her body, as if she were back there again and could hide her body this time.

"That's good," said Art, nuzzling my body with her head. God, that felt so good.

"It's only good because I'm getting what I deserve," said Billie sharply. "I broke the law. This is my punishment. We just have to work through this and then we can go home."

"Huh?" I interrupted. "What do you mean?"

"I've heard of ENFs. Which is what we are. You get stripped nude, tied up, and taken across the country to meet the person you wronged. You get this big spanking in front of them, and then you're let go." Billie took a sharp breath. "It's humiliating as hell, but there's an ending. You just have to push through.

"There's nothing to push through," said Art, teasing my nipple with her finger. Her fingers were so soft. "We're better off than anyone else in the world right now. We get to be naked. We get to be naked all the time. We get to have people look at our naked bodies." She was staring directly into my eyes. Her own eyes were large and hazel. She was intense yet effortless; I was unnerved.

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly. "What's so good about it?"

"We're beautiful. People look at us and they find our bodies desirable. We enhance any room we're in. It's good to be a symbol of beauty."

"They're laughing at you."

"We also symbolise vulnerability. We can't hide anything about ourselves, especially with our arms tied beyhind our backs. That's the cost of beauty, and one I'm more than willing to pay. Sir wouldn't let anything actually bad happen to me."

"What about the spanking and tickling?"

Art grinned at that. It was terrifying. "Do you not feel your breasts shaking and jiggling when you're tickled? Do you not think about how it must look? Do you not hear the sound of the crack when he smacks your ass? Isn't being tickled and spanked a sensual experience for you?"

She was so sure of what she said that I even started to beleive it myself. The certainty with which she spoke was intoxicating. I could feel this sensual pleasure at being naked emanating from her. She looked at my body like I was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, soaking me up, and looking into my eyes and taking in me looking at her.

"No!" said Billie, walking up to us and frowning at Art. "We're being punished. We committed crimes, and we gave up the right to clothes when we did it. Every mocking laugh, every unbearable tickle torture, every smack on our asses is a reminder that we are weak, bad girls who need to submit."

"Oh god! I can't take it anymore!" It was Candace. We turned to look at her, and she had her fingers shoved in her pussy, moaning with pleasure.