A Thief Gets Punished

After he cleaned me and toweled me down, Candace's Sir walked over to Art and scrubbed her down. She couldn't have looked more delighted; she was practically bursting with joy. She tried to move make it easier for Sir to clean her, but he simply grabbed her and held her still, and she shuddered with joy when he did.

Watching her was a new experience after having gone through it myself. She was like a toy in his hands, moved about according to his will. That was me! I looked down at my own body, an object at Sir's whims. No. No, I couldn't internalise it. I obeyed Sir because it was practical.

"Thank you, Sir," said Art gently as he toweled her down.

"This was not done for you," he said sharply.

I didn't like this Sir very much. He seemed meaner than mine.

He moved onto Billie. She rolled her eyes as he scrubbed into her body with the cloth. I found myself imagining exploring her body with my hands; the folds of fat hanging off her. I imagined her to feel quite soft and cuddly. I wish I'd had the chance to feel her up.

At the same time, I felt a bit of joy at her annoyance.

She

was the one who said we were being punished and deserved what we got, so how could she complain when subjected to the rules of the ENF? Art was right. About that anyway.

He then undid the ropes binding Billie to the beam. She lowered her hands and rubbed her wrists.

"Billie. Go over to that wall and sit on your hands."

"Yes, Sir." She was scowling, but she obeyed.

He then walked over to Art and did the same thing. She skipped over to the wall and sat very fast. I felt a sense of unease as he came over to me. When he undid the rope, I stretched; his commanding voice seemed to penetrate my body as he told me where and how to sit. The walk over to the wall was an interesting new layer of humiliation; I felt as if I were walking to the gallows.

I don't know why he told us to sit on our hands. I suppose it did make me feel more powerless. Gods, the fact that it was so

arbitrary

was what was humiliating! And now, like Billie, I was sulking! Stop it, you silly girl.

Sir then undid Candace's rope.

"Candace. I want you to get on all fours. I'm going to spank you ten times."

"Oh Sir!"

"Fifteen times."

Candace immediately got on the floor. Her body looked amazing from this angle. Her butt was big and round, and her back curved gorgeously. Sir knelt behind her, put his left hand on her back, and brought his right hand down on her butt.

CRACK!

Candace gasped and coughed out "One! Thank you, Sir!"

CRACK!

"Fuck me!" Candace was clearly very pained, but she steeled herself up. "Two! Thank you, Sir!"

As he continued to spank her, reddening her ass with every hit, she seemed to go weak at the knees. I watched her, sitting on my hands. I tried pushing away the thought that I was one of her. I looked at the others. Art was predictably beaming. Billie was smiling simply, to my confusion.

But altogether, we felt like scenery to me. The fact that we were naked, sitting identically against the same wall, made us feel like a single unit. The fact that we were sitting on our hands made us feel weak. And we were watching one of our own.

"Five! Mmmmm! Thank you, Sir!"

I could understand exactly how she felt. I had been through this exact experience many times. Every time his hand came down on her ass, I could feel my Sir's hand on my ass. I looked over again and saw Billie mouthing along with Candace, and I realised I'd been doing the same thing.

Push it away, Erica. You just need to deal with this and then you can go home.

Sir finished and stood up.

"Get up, Candace."

She stood and put her hands behind her back. A single tear fell down her face. Her ass was completely red, even a little purple. Sir went behind her, grabbed her wrists, and tied them together. He then attached a leash around her neck. He looked towards us.

"You girls stay where you are until your Sir comes to get you. Come along, Candace."

As he led her out, Candace looked back at us and grinned.

I couldn't believe it. Art was right - Candace really was where she wanted to be. All this humiliation, all this public nudity, the being led around by a leash, the spanking and tickling... she was in her ultimate comfort zone. It chilled me.

Art looked at me and grinned. "She knows her place."

"Oh come on!" I said angrily. "Are you saying all women should get this treatment?!"

"No. Her and me, though? We're exactly where we're meant to be. You two could learn to embrace it as we have. Not just resign yourself to it - I know you've both done that - but

accept

it, even love it. This is your fate, and it's one you've brought upon yourself through your own actions, and I think it's even one you secretly wanted this whole time."

"Bullshit!" I felt myself getting angry. I couldn't stop myself. "You're projecting. You're a nasty little pervert and you just think everyone is like you, deep down."

She smiled and went silent. So did I. We sat there in silence for I don't know how long. Even just sitting here was humiliating. I was powerless, I was getting uncomfortable, and I had no idea how much time was passing.

Then the door opened. My heart dropped. It was Sir. My Sir.