A Thief Gets Punished

Sir stood at the door. His impassive expression was terrifying. I could never figure out precisely what he was thinking. It wasn't that his face was an empty mask; his eyes were too warm and intelligent, processing everything that happened around him. He was hyperaware of his surroundings, always processing the details he saw. There were no distractions in his mind. He had goals and achieved them.

I tried to imagine

him

naked. He wouldn't be embarrassed or demure, probably wouldn't even cover up. He'd probably just beat up a guy and take his clothes. Or maybe just ask politely. With his confidence and ease, someone would get them for him. I don't think anybody would laugh at him; I think if they did, it would die in their throats.

"Erica," he said, looking right at me. His gaze made me feel more naked. There's no way I could show the steely confidence I assumed he had. He looked over my whole body, taking in everything about me. The other two looked at me. I felt myself wilt, like a dying flower. "Stand up."

I stood. I stumbled slightly; I'd been sitting on my hands for so long that I felt the blood rush to them. "Walk over here." I obeyed. His voice was so clear and distinct. He didn't quite speak in a monotone - again, there was a warmth to his voice, the slightest of emotion. He was simply direct. I don't think he even actually cared if I disobeyed him. He would simply act slightly differently.

This is what made me fear him.

"Erica," he said again. "Get on all fours."

Oh no. It was my turn. I was on the ground before I even thought. My body itself was simply reacting at this point. I felt the blood move through my body. It was so humiliating! To be trained like this, to have my body do all this without me even thinking about it! I was merely a pet or a toy, wielded as Sir wished!

No, no. This is the work I have to do to get home. This is the

work

.

"I'm going to spank you ten times. Tell me what you're going to do."

"I'm going to count them," I said softly.

"And?"

"And I'm going to thank you for them." I cursed inwardly. Why would he make me say that full part every time? To humiliate me further, I knew. It worked. I even felt like a fool for forget--

CRACK!

"Ahhhhh!" I shrieked. His hand came down before I was expecting. "One! Thank you, Sir!" The pain was so intense! Had the man gotten stronger since I last saw him?!

CRACK!

"Mmmm! Two! Thank you, Sir!" I knew the other two - Art and Billie - were watching. What were they thinking watching me? Did they see me as some weak little ENF? Art was surely enjoying what she was seeing.

CRACK!

"Ohhohoho! Three! Thank you, Sir!" I couldn't focus my thoughts! My ass was so sore! The pain was so sharp and hard! And I felt like such a naughty girl.

CRACK!

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Four! Thank you, Sir!"

Being watched by other ENFs was a new kind of humiliation. Maybe what Billie was thinking was "Thank the gods I'm not her." Maybe she was hoping her Sir had no plans on spanking her.

"Argh! Five! Thank you, Sir!"

Art was definitely getting off on this. It probably drove her mad that she couldn't touch herself while watching this.

"OH! Six! Thank you, Sir!"

It was getting too much! I started to cry. My knees were going weak. I straightened up as I felt myself buckle. I was not going to get more than I was promised.

"Nnng! Seven! Thank you, Sir!"

It finally happened. All conscious thought seemed wiped from my mind. The only thing left was pain and humiliation. I was an ENF! I was an ENF! There was no power, no thievery, no loyal army to do my bidding, no privacy, no clothing, not even any Erica. There was just a naked naughty girl.

"Ah! Eight! Thank you, Sir! Nine! Thank you, Sir! TEN! THANK YOU, SIR!"

I finally collapsed, sobbing. My awareness of the world started coming back. The throbbing pain of my ass was still there. I looked up and saw Art and Billie looking at me. Billie looked at me with fear. She

was

worried she'd be next.

"Stand up, Erica." I got to my feet. I was tired, sore, and cranky, but my limbs moved no matter what I wanted. I held my hands behind my back and looked down, my shoulders slumped. "That was very good. I saw you got tired, but you didn't let yourself fall. Good girl."

My heart leapt. I felt the tears go away. For the first time, he told me I was a good girl, and my body knew this meant no spanking for a while. It was the first nice thing he'd ever said to me, and it filled me with joy.

That joy curdled as I realised this meant how well-trained I was. I told myself, once again, no - I'm playing along. I'm bargaining. I'm trading my dignity now to get away later.

Sir grabbed me and turned me around. I looked at Art and Billie as I felt him tie my elbows together. Art smiled a big goofy smile and nodded. Billie looked utterly terrified. I nodded to her.

As Sir tied my wrists together, I tried to convey to her through nothing but my expression: we're ENFs. This is how we survive. All you have to do is exactly what I'm doing. Maybe we'll even meet again later.

Sir tied a leash around my neck and led me out. I was on my way to the next stage of my humiliating public nudity adventure.