A Thief Gets Punished

I pulled Candace down by her hair. She didn't resist. She was on her knees before me. I rested my hand on her head. Her hair was so soft on my hands. She looked up at me with a gentle expression.

This was the most powerful I'd felt in what seemed like forever.

"Candace," I said. "You're a good girl." She smiled. "You're obedient. You don't whine or complain, you just do as you're told." I moved my hand to caress her cheek. She smiled warmly. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it towards my pussy.

She didn't even question. She started licking.

I felt the pleasure start pounding through my body. It slowly built up in waves. Art cuddled me from behind snad stroked my nipple. I was getting pleasure from two different places on my body at once! My body was being touched by two people! I had never done this before.

Art gently pulled on me, and I knew she was trying to get me to lie back on the floor. Candace shifted from licking to sucking on my clit. Gods! Fuck! It felt so good! Art kissed my breast and bit my nipple, and I was so sensitive.

I don't know how long we were like that. Orgasm after orgasm hit me. Any time I was overwhelmed by one, I thrust my hips, and Candace was overwhelmed only for a moment.

Then I heard the door open. My heart stopped. Candace shrieked and lept off me. Art kept kissing my neck.

We all looked up. I didn't recognise the man, but he was definitely a Sir based on the way he was dressed. He looked directly at Candace as he closed the door behind him.

"I'm sorry, Sir!" she cried out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She was panicking. She climbed to her feet and ran up to him, her hands up in surrender. She had my juices running down her face. He looked at her impassively.

"Candace. Come with me," he said. He grabbed her wrist. She continued apologising, near tears, as he dragged her over to a stall. I noticed now that there were massive hooks along the support beam in the roof. He tied Candace's hands together, then pulled her arms up and tied her to one of the hooks so she was in the classic arms-up pose.

He looked over to us. "The rest of you, line up to be tied up."

Art skipped over to him immediately and he started tying her up. As I walked over more slowly, Billie put her hand up.

"Uh, Sir? I wasn't involved with this at all. I didn't participate, I was never a part of this. I've been good and just keeping out of it entirely." By this point, he'd finished tying Art to a hook, and she was proudly smiling as her arms were held above her head, emphasising her thin frame.

"Get on all fours," said Sir. "I'm going to give you ten spanks for not immediately obeying."

"What?" Billie's voice dropped.

"It will now be twelve spanks."

Billie rushed to get on all fours. Sir knelt down and brought his hand on her butt with a loud CRACK!

"One! Thank you, Sir!" she cried out. Her large butt wobbled and her breasts shook. I watched him give her the twelve spanks he promised her, keeping my hands behind my back. By the time he was done, her butt was pink and raw. When he finished, he commanded her to stand up, which she dutifully did.

"Follow me," he said. She scowled as she followed him to the hooks, where he tied her up and lifted her arms just as he'd done with Art. He then did the same thing to me.

He walked back to the door and waved his hand. It opened before him and he stepped out, closing it behind him.

"Not fair," muttered Billie. "I didn't even do anything and I'm being punished."

"You're not being punished for us having sex," said Art. "You're being punished for not obeying him immediately."

Billie harrumphed. We stood there, our arms in the air, for a short time. I'd never been so stuck in my head before this experience. I was so used to moving around and doing things. My mind wandered back to the first spanking I had from Sir. I felt the humiliation over again, but it was different. It was how the world was now.

Candace's sir came back in the door. He was carrying a bucket of water and some towels. He sat it by Candace first and took a cloth out. He took off Candace's glasses and hung them off his shirt, then used the cloth to wipe my juices off her face. She wrinkled her face.

"Stay still," he commanded, and she straightened up. "That's better," he said as he moved across her body. The praise seemed to make her happy. She tried not to grin but I saw her mouth shift and her eyes light up and her posture shift. He scrubbed her body down until she was completely clean, then toweled her off.

He then moved onto me. He started scrubbing from my face down. The water was very warm, presumably through magic. When I got soap in my eyes, I moaned in pain; he told me to be quiet, and to my horror, I realised I must have soaked up some of that Candace submissiveness, because I felt good about doing so.

I allowed him to lift my breast to clean under it, to move my body around to get at my back. This was all to get through the process, I told myself. I am bargaining here, selling some of my dignity in the short term to get out of this situation as fast as possible.