The Enf Catcher Pt 13

There were beds in each of the stalls of the Stable - straw arranged on wooden frames, but beds nevertheless.

"Who's going to spank you?" asked Simone.

"I will," said Farrah resolutely. She sat on the bed. "Get over here, Megan. I'm going to spank you ten times."

I felt that pang of rage - at being told what to do, at being barked at, at feeling weak - pass through me, and then I walked over. I began to lay over her lap, but then she put her hand up.

"Stop. I didn't tell you to lay over my lap yet. You're going to get five more spanks for that."

I bristled. But I did nothing. I was shocked how okay this felt. Farrah was a smug little asshole, and it felt okay to submit to her.

"When I tell you to do something, I want you to say 'Yes, ma'am' or 'No, ma'am' as appropriate. When I spank you, I want you to count them and say 'Thank you, ma'am'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now you may lay across my lap."

I did so. Her naked skin felt warm and comfortable and soft against my own. It was so different from when I laid across Sir's lap. Farrah rested her hand on my butt. It felt like a caress. She then lifted it and brought it right down.

"One. Thank you, ma'am."

It didn't hurt at all. Farrah didn't have nearly Sir's technique or strength. I did exactly as she asked and did nothing to pretend it hurt. That was on her, as the one spanking me. I think she realised because she brought her hand down harder on me.

"Two! Thank you, ma'am."

It still didn't hurt. I was strong. She was weaker than Sir. I found myself thinking of what Farrah had said when I was tickling her. Nothing I did to her must have been as bad as what he did.

"Three! Mmm! Thank you, ma'am!"

It was starting to get uncomfortable. She was really putting her full force into it. I adjusted on her lap a little.

"Don't move on my lap, Megan," she said. "For that, I'll give you another two spanks."

I gritted my teeth. It was just on the precipice of unfair. She was doing it because she knew I was taking it better than she'd hoped and she wanted to make me hurt. Sir would never do that.

"Four! Thank you, ma'am!"

Now it was starting to hurt. My butt was burning a little with pain. The sound of the slap was sharper.

"Mmm! Five! Thank you, ma'am!"

The pain was compounding with every hit. I flexed my toes, as if that would help.

"Oh! Six! Thank you, ma'am!"

This one actually really hurt, like if Sir had done it. Farrah was becoming quicker, too.

"Seven! Grr! Thank you, ma'am."

Here we go! It was becoming more than I could bear! This felt right! This felt right!

"Eight! Thank you, ma'am!"

Tears started forming in my eyes. Not just because it hurt, but because I felt like I was becoming myself. Punish me! Punish me!

"Nine! Ooh! Thank you, ma'am!"

Her spanks were getting even harder. She was pushing herself to really hurt me. I was in thrall to this.

"Ten! Thank you, ma'am!"

I was in ecstatic pain. Trying to remain still was agony that only made it better.

"Eleven! Thank you, ma'am!"

I started crying.

"Twelve! Thank you, ma'am!"

I was a naughty girl! I was a naughty, naughty girl! I deserved to be spanked!

"Th-thirteen! Thank you, ma'am! Fourteen! Thank you, ma'am! Fifteen! Ahh! Thank you, ma'am! Sixteen! Thank you, ma'am! SEVENTEEN! THANK YOU, MA'AM! I KILLED SOMEBODY TOO!"

There was a pause. I tried to catch my breath as the pain in my butt throbbed. I looked up at Farrah. She was looking at me strangely. A lot of surprise, a little bit of contempt, and a little bit of... hunger? She looked over at Riley and Simone.

"Come hold her down. I'm going to tickle her."

"What?! I never agreed to that!" I cried out. They both came over and flipped me onto the ground, each holding down one arm and leg. There was so much naked flesh keeping me in place. Farrah straddled me, just as I had to her. My arms were being held above me. I was powerless.

"This is happening, Megan," said Farrah as she looked at me forcefully. She stroked one finger down my armpit.

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It was Sophie. It was the woman who studied my body when I was on display with all the other ENFs in that corridor. She was tall and lanky, though she had a bit of a pot belly. Her hair was black and very straight, coming down over her eyes a little. Her breasts were a little large for her frame, and they looked a little more ungainly because she was hunched over a little.

I could read the shame on her. Her arms were tied behind her back, so she was leaning over as if that would make her smaller and harder to notice. She was looking at the ground so she wouldn't have to see the crowd looking at her. I could see purple marks on her butt - she'd recently been spanked.

I won't lie, it was satisfying to see she wasn't above it all. But I felt pity for her. I know from experience that it's hard to admit shame, and how hard she was working to deny it. Her Sir pulled her forward.

"So this is Sophie Beauchamp," said the Prince. He was lounging back in his throne, an amused look on his face.

"Charged with theft of two hundred and fifty thousand gold pieces from the Crown," said Sir.

"Yes. We still haven't recovered all the money! Your partners must have run off with it. Well, let's take a look at your body."

Sir stepped aside, and Sophie slowly stepped forward. A rack on wheels was brought into the center of the room, and Sir tied her wrists in each of the top corners and her ankles in the bottom corners.

"Look at that. You're an attractive woman, but bits of you are fatter than the other." She started to cry. "Oh, this makes you feel shame? Your body being on display is what embarrasses you, not your crime and greed? Grow up, Sophie." He looked at Sir. "Begin your work."

Sir pulled out a paddle and began spanking her. The crack of it against her butt echoed through the hall. She counted and thanked him for every single one, just like every ENF before her had done, including me. I was in awe of the process; the hubris literally beaten out of her. It was cleansing to see someone else going through what I had gone through - to feel it over again.

When he was done, the Prince spoke: "Sophie Beauchamp, you are sentenced to five years as a Campbell-Taylor servant. After this, you will be stripped naked and walked back to your home city of Sidonia. Many happy returns, we're done here." He stood up and walked out. Sir untied Sophie, and a servant brought a sack. When Sophie was fully untied, Sir got Sophie to lift her arms and the sack was pulled onto her body and tightened. She was led over to us.

She looked dazed, as if she were convinced she were in some kind of a dream. We lined up together and she took her place, which happened to be next to me. I smiled at her, and recognition seemed to come over her face.

"Hello, Sophie."