A Thief Gets Punished

As usual, I was tied to the tavern porch for some time. People continued to look up at me occasionally, but they became more preoccupied by their tasks. Eventually, I did work up the courage to watch them.

This naked woman was everywhere. The villagers were eating sweets shaped like a naked woman, there were naked female dolls, there were even effigies of naked women hanging from peeople's windows.

I wasn't about to be burned alive, was I? No, that doesn't make sense - Sir stops anyone from trying to hurt me.

After some time, Sir came back to me with the Mayor. He undid my binds, then pulled my hands behind my back to retie them. I was getting used to being gently manhandled. He put a leash around my neck and led me down the street.

We came to a dead end down the back of the town. Workers had built a large wooden square on the ground - four beams, nailed together. There were four metal circles embedded into each corner.

I felt a sense of dread. This was going to be part of my punishment.

"Erica, I'm going to untie you. I want you to lie down in the middle there."

"Yes, Sir."

He undid my binds. This was the most freedom I'd had outside the Stable. I nervously gripped my right elbow as I walked over to the square. I laid down in the middle. Sir took my left wrist and tied it securely to the metal circle in the top left corner.

"You want a hand? I can get her foot here," said one of the workers.

"Aside from the fact that I don't trust anyone to tie as well as me, I am strictly the only person allowed to touch Erica," said Sir. "But I do appreciate the offer."

Sir tied my remaining limbs. I was stuck in a starfish position.

"Try and move, Erica."

I wiggled. "I can't," I said quietly.

"Excellent." He stood up. The workers attached a longer pole to the bottom center of the square. Where was this going?

The workers then tied ropes to the metal circles.

"All right, ready men?" called out one. "One! Two! Three! LIFT!" They pulled on the ropes and I was lifted into the air! Gods! The men grunted and my heart dropped as the construction elegantly pulled upward. I was over twenty feet in the air! I looked down over the town.

The people looked so small from up here. They pointed at me in awe and shock and joy. I then felt the construction lift slightly higher again. I looked down and saw: Sir had picked it up. By the gods, how strong was he???

The other workers used their ropes to counterbalance for Sir. There were more behind me, keeping me as still as possible.

"One! Two! Three! Move!"

We then all started moving forward. I was dizzy. This was terrifying! Music then started playing. I couldn't help myself and looked down. I realised I was literally being paraded. People were watching in delight as I was carried through the town.

I never felt so vulnerable. I never felt more like an archetypal Naked Lady. Unable to move or do anything. Further up than any human being is supposed to be. Tied up! Restrained! Literally just here to be gawked at.

I started to cry. I felt so powerless. The wind passed over my body. People were pointing and laughing, and I just knew they were going to masturbate to me later.

I knew I had to get through this. I had to get through my pride. If I worked through it, this would soon just be a bad dream I had once, a humiliating vision.

Sir carried me to the town square. There was a large stage. He carried me up the steps and placed the contruction I was in into a hole in it. I ended up not that high anymore. He climbed up the pole and cut me loose, gently putting me down to the stage.

The crowd applauded the entire time. It sounded like a roar.

Technically, I could have run right then. I could at least have covered myself up for the brief moments that he climbed back down. Instead, I put my hands behind my back and stood still. No matter what I did, Sir would catch me and bring me back, and he would spank me for the trouble.

This was what's easiest.

Sir turned me around and moved my arms to I was grasping my elbows, then wrapped the rope around my arms so they were tied in that position. He then put a leash around my neck again.

The crowd then parted. He led me down the stairs. When we got to the edge of the crowd, they started throwing a strange dust on my body. I jerked in surprise, nearly choking myself as I pulled on the leash. There were so many colours - red, green, blue, yellow.

My body was quickly as tacky in colour as the buildings around me. But then something happened. They started yelling.

"Beautiful girl!"

"Gorgeous colours!"

"Now you're pretty!"

I felt my heart rise. I couldn't help it. Being called beautiful was one of the nicest things that had happened to me recently.

It was exactly what I said. I put the work in and it was made easier for me. If I'd fought this, I probably would have just been taken away and spanked. Now I get to feel good.

I am beautiful. I'm a beautiful naked lady, because I did exactly what I was told to do. People think I'm beautiful.

Now I have a good memory to take with me. A good dream.