A Thief Gets Punished

Sir tied me to a tree by wrapping a rope around my belly and the tree's trunk. He then wrapped another rope around my neck and the tree trunk. He the lifted my right leg and tied a rope around my ankle, then tossed the rope over a tree branch, pulled my leg up until it was parallel with the ground, then tied the other end to my thigh.

"I like how obedient she is," remarked the thin man. I tried to ignore that.

My arms, of course, were still tied behind my back in a way that kept my elbows pointing in the air, constantly exposing my armpits. Sir was planning to tickle me in front of these people, and the anticipation was killing me.

I had been hoping that being a good girl would prevent me being tickled. It certainly seemed the way to avoid being spanked; I had done everything he asked of me, bending over and turning around to show people my body, and he hadn't touched my bottom in what felt like a long time.

But tickling seemed an innate part of my punishment - a form of public entertainment for the masses. It was not something I would be able to escape. My armpits tingled knowing what was coming. I couldn't help but squirm a little.

He immediately ran all ten of his fingers across my armpits very rapidly, and I screamed. He always started off by running a single finger across my body, so the sudden shock of his whole hands tickling me all at once caused me to bar out laughter.

"Wow, look at her body go!"

I was shaking my body, automatically trying to get away. I caught control of myself by breathing carefully; I was still giggling, but I wasn't resisting. Then Sir moved down to my belly, kicking off another wave of laughter. I tried gritting my teeth to power through the waves of tickling.

Then he stopped and I breathed for a few seconds. "Thank you, Sir. That's mercif - HAHAHAHA!"

He started tickling my elevated foot! Oh my gods, the tickling! I shook my right leg while bouncing on my left. My mouth was in a rictus grin and I howled with laughter! He tickled between my toes with one hand and stroked my sole with the other.

"Oh, she really doesn't like that!"

"Oh, please, Sir! Hahahahaha! Please, mercy, Sir! Hahahahaha! I can't take it, Sir, ple-e-e-e-e-e-ease!"

"Beg all you want, girl," said the elf in his silky smooth voice. "You're not getting out of your punishment."

I started crying. Inelegant, uncontrollable blubbering. "I'm sorry, Sir! Hahahaha! I'm sorry for what I did! Hahahaha! I wish I'd never done it! HAHAHAHAHA!"

And with that, he stopped. I was just as shocked as when he started; I sniffed before a few last giggles came out. He untied the ropes binding me to the tree, dropping my foot to the ground and freeing me from the tree itself. He then undid the ropes binding my arms back; he then retied them in a more traditional way, with my wrists bound together.

He turned to the muscular woman. "I believe you now owe me a haircut for Erica."

Sir set up a stool for me to sit on. The muscular woman pulled out a bag. She opened it up and pulled out a big set of scissors.

"Stay still," she said in a thick barbarian accent. She gently held onto my head and started cutting.

As she clipped away and I watched my hair fall to the ground and onto my shoulders, I felt apprehension. I liked keeping my hair short and stylish; what would this barbarian woman do? But then I saw her pull out smaller scissors, different kinds of scissors, even a brush that she used to sweep hair off me. How does she have that kind of detail?

As she cut, the others watched. Sir, the elf, and the thin man all talked about relationship between humans and elves. The little woman kept watching me very carefully. Eventually, she spoke.

"How does it feel to be naked and walking around all the time?"

I looked over to Sir. He looked back, seemed to realise what was going on, and nodded.

"Humiliating," I said.

"I should think so," she said. "What did you do to make this happen?"

"I was a thief. I stole a lot of money." At this point, I just couldn't be anything other than honest.

"I see. And now you're naked and can't do anything and get tickled a lot."

"That's right."

"You seem to be very calm about it."

"I can't do anything about it."

"Oh."

"Done," said the barbarian woman. She took out a mirror and showed me, and I gasped. I was beautiful! My hair was cut in a way that made it look it gradually faded out down my head, with the front fringe flopping over just enough to look cute without going in my eyes.

"Thank you!" I said in delight. "This is the cutest haircut I've had in my life!"

"This is hunter haircut where I am from," she said. "For women who are do the hunting of the boar. Strong women who face down enemy, just as you face down shame."

I was warmed. I did feel like a strong warrior for what I had just been through - for what I'd been through this entire time. I just had to keep pushing through and I'd be out the other side.

"Alright, Erica. It's time to go," said Sir. He walked over and put a leash around my neck, then led me to his horse. We walked away.

"Bye, Erica!"

I turned and looked back, and they were all waving. I felt good as I turned forwards again. I really can bargain with Sir! I do what I'm told and act the good girl, and nice things happen to me! I even managed to have a positive interaction with another person. I might still be naked, but things were looking up.