I was naked. I was in a forest, hiding behind a tree.
I had gotten free. When he tied me down to sleep, I had carefully and methodically cut the rope on a rock I found. Despite the cold of the night, I was warm - except for my bottom, the one place that madman hadn't rubbed that cream. I instinctively rubbed my wrists but I felt no scratches or pain there like I expected. Evidently, the only discomfort this pervert wanted me to feel was humiliation.
I had to think. It was hard to keep track of time, but I figured I was maybe five hours out from the city. I looked up trying to find the North Star. We'd been travelling eas--
"Megan." A hand came down on my shoulder. It was him.
"Gods damn it!" I started to run, but he gripped my shoulder more tightly. He waved his other hand and muttered an incantation, and tentacles sprouted out of the tree above me, gripping my wrists. "No! No! No!" They gently but forcefully pulled me up and around so I was standing and facing the tree.
"You've been a bad girl by running away, Megan, and for that, I'm going to spank you. I'm going to spank you twelve times, and I want you to count each spank and thank me for it. For every spank you don't count, I will spank you two more times." He raised his palm.
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I was naked. My hands were tied to the wall above my head. I was in a corridor with many other naked women, tied to the wall just as I was. Exposed and on display.
Then he came walking down the corridor.
His expression was, as always, one of polite indifference. He walked up to me, looked down at the pendant around my neck, then gently grabbed it to look closer. If he was surprised or offended by the number twenty-two, he didn't show it. This chilled me to the bone; the fact that this asshole had such tremendous control over his actions made it so much harder to figure out how to get one over on him. He was like a machine.
"I'm going to unchain you, Megan. Then I'm going to spank you twenty-two times, reflecting the number of words you spoke. This is just as I promised. If you had kept silent, you would not be getting spanked right now."
I felt my eyes go wet and my face and neck get hot. This was entirely unfair! He didn't have the right to spank me in the first place! This is not how things were supposed to be! I could hardly be expected to keep my mouth shut - to ignore the prodding from others! This wasn't my fault! This wasn't my fault!
He sat a stool by the two of us before undoing the chains holding my hands in the air one by one, then tied my wrists behind my back. He pulled me over to the stool, sat down, and pulled me over his lap. He raised his hand in the air and brought it down hard on my butt.
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WHACK!
The pain was sharp and agonising. For a second it was all I perceived. I heard a gutteral cry and by the time I processed it was me, it happened again.
WHACK!
Tears filled my eyes. It hurt so much! I had never been spanked before. I shook and wiggled but I was stuck fast where I was.
