A Thief Gets Punished

My heart was pounding. Everyone stared right at me.

"Uh, that's right, Thomas," said the elf, turning back to her class. "Elves always considered the ENF process and an apology to the victim sufficient. Humans decided to incorporate their more traditional punishments in, especially as pertains to larger crimes. Being paraded around naked for a few weeks hardly seems like a fitting punishment for a murder, don't you think?"

"Oh no. Oh no." I felt tears coming to my eyes. My pendant ticked up to ten. I didn't care. I felt sick in my stomach.

Five years? I thought I was almost done, but I was to lose five years of my life?

I needed out. I needed to be free. I tugged on my restraints. I needed out. They wouldn't move. They wouldn't move! Oh gods, please! Please! PLEASE!

"ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" I screamed. I shook my body. Let me go! Let me go! I wasn't going to be trapped here forever! I wouldn't! Then the tears hit.

I was having a tantrum. I was a grown adult, naked as the day she was born, restrained against a wall, throwing a tantrum in full view of the public. I knew this and I was simply too caught up in my feelings to care.

My Gods! All of my work was for nothing. All that punishment! All those spanks! All that tickling! And it's barely even started! How could this happen? How could this happen?!

I was hit by a wave of despair. My limbs went limp as I cried. I knew everyone was staring at me. I didn't do anything to fight it. What was the point? I was a pathetic, mewling naked lady.

I felt their stares, their judgements. There were no walls left. I was an empty vessel. Nothing but regrets and failures. I would be trapped like this for the rest of my life.

Sir came out of the tavern. As soon as he saw the elf and her class, he raised his finger to his lips and walked over to her. I was so caught up in my own melancholy that I didn't even care what they were saying, let alone hear it.

Sir then walked over to me. "Hmm. Ten spanks. You're going to get ten spanks, Erica."

"Yes, Sir," I said listlessly. I didn't even look at him. He undid my binds. My left arm fell to my side. My right arm fell to my side.

"On all fours, Erica."

"Yes, Sir." I got onto my knees, then onto all fours. No fighting. No arguing. Not even thinking about it. My mind was floating in air. My body just did was Sir told it t--

WHACK!

"One! Thank you, Sir!"

Even the pain of a spank was deadened. I felt it reverberate through my body.

WHACK!

"Two! Thank you, Sir!"

I'll take whatever he gives me. Maybe I do deserve this. I doesn't matter anyway. It's not like I get to pick what happens to me anymore.

WHACK!

"Three! Thank you, Sir!"

Gods, yes, it did hurt! Who was I kidding? This is what my life is. Constant suffering. Humiliation. Pain.

WHACK!

"Four! Thank you, Sir!"

I felt the tears come again. I sniffed. I'm a miserable piece of shit! I'm a bad girl! Nothing good could ever happen again!

WHACK!

"Five! Mmmm! Thank you, Sir!"

I'm nothing! I'm not special! I'm just a piece of meat! Breasts and pussy and ass and legs and arms. Naked flesh to be spanked and tickled and gawked at.

"Six! Oh! Thank you, Sir!"

There is no will here. No motivation. I just do what I'm told. I'm not smart, I'm not interesting.

"Seven! Thank you, Sir!"

I am a receptacle for Sir's punishment. I am an extension of his will. All I'm left with is my name.

"EIGHT! Thank you, Sir!"

I am no master thief. I am no wit. I am no schemer.

"NINE! THANK YOU, SIR!"

I am Sir's obediant charge. His will be done.

"TEN! FUCKING! THANK YOU, SIR!"

My ass throbbed. It pulsated with pain. Proof of his hand.

"Get up, Erica." I hadn't even moved until he told me to, but as soon as he said that, I rose to my feet and put my arms behind my back. I was mechanical. He grabbed my arms and moved them so that my arms were in a kind of reverse prayer and tied them that way.

Of course. This was his right. I had no say in how he tied my body up. This was another humiliation; that I can't even quite predict how my body is held. Why would I expect anything else?

He put the leash around my neck and pulled me along. There was no fight left in me. I looked at nobody and nothing. I did hear some of the students giggling and laughing.

"Look at how purple her ass is!"

This is how it is. I had been worn down. Their comments passed through my body. Their laughter. I realised what a fool I had been to try and bargain my way out. To furiously fight. To fall into denial.

It had all been the same thing, really. Trying to do anything possible to block out the humiliation of losing, and losing badly. I felt the humiliation flow right through me.

Naked, my arms tied behind me, a leash around my neck, a man holding it and leading me to a horse. I truly felt the eyes of spectators, their laughter, moving through my body rather than bouncing off it.

I felt no control. For the first time, I felt like a presence more than a person. I was an object to be moved around as Sir wanted. No emotional walls. No secrets.

I looked at him anew. He's my light, my will, my permission to exist in the world. I would do exactly what he said and nothing else.

I am Erica, the ENF. And I didn't even know what that stood for.