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Part I here

In the morning Stacy was feeling her old self. That was confused, self-centred and ready to reshape the world according to her convenience. The clarity provided by Garrick’s spanking had lasted about as long as the soreness in her bottom. She half bent over in front of the mirror and ruefully inspected her naked bottom. It was still red and blotched here and there, but otherwise more or less white.

“The bastard hand-spanked me, so what, maybe I was a little out of line,” she said to the mirror as she hauled up her jeans, “But he is crazy if he thinks I am going to join this little circus. I am not even one of…” she made a frog faced pout and let it go with a pop. It was all crazy and she had to blow this joint and get back to New York.

This time she would duck out without Alice. The highway was maybe six miles from the Stone ranch and she figured once she was missed they would try and head her off before town.

“Not going that way suckers,” she told the mirror. She would hitch a ride and by the time anyone sussed that ruse she would be long gone.

Hastily she gathered a day sack of gear for hasty packing. She remembered to include a travel flask and some energy bars she had swiped days before from the kitchen along with the rest of her stuff and she was ready.

There was a place along the fence where she could wriggle under wire. All she had to do was toss her sack over the fence and if no one noticed she let it lie until nightfall. Then a slight woman like her could slip free. No one would check on her before morning and by then… she grinned at her reflection.


Alice tossed a coin and let it fall. It came up heads for the third time and she winced. Heads meant Adam, she sighed. Normally the fact that she had tossed again would tell her that really she wanted John. But before the three in a row for Adam it had come up four times tails and she had been no happier with choosing John.

She slapped the coin flat and made a pout. She couldn’t have either of them. They were semi-mortal monsters, wolf-men and part of a world that she wanted no part of. Even if she did, she would never be accepted. She did not belong.

Flopping onto the bed she rolled over and hugged a pillow. In her wildest fantasies she would have them both. She remembered the spanking by John while Adam watched and cheered him on. She should have been furious, she was damn it. But why did she replay the spanking over and over? In some of hr replays Adam took his turn too and made her beg. Then she had to say thank you and properly. She flushed. They had said it wasn’t a sex thing when they spanked her. She moved the pillow between her thighs and gripped. Of course not, why would she want that? She was breathing faster now and she bit her lip.

“Damn you mister and mister Stone, why couldn’t you be one man and a lawyer from…” she was panting and huskily she finished, “…anywhere.”

It’s was some time later and she lay back only half satisfied. So the Stone brother’s aren’t marriage material. So what? I am a career girl and it is not what I am looking for. So, why not have some fun with one of them at least. Sound rational thinking so far, she congratulated herself. So why chose when they are both doing the chasing? She grinned wistfully. I could set a little test… see which one bites, a contest maybe? She knew that she could not be obvious; things would not go well for anyone, least of all her tail end if things went south.

“What to do?” she purred.


Stacy stood primly at the fence and tried to look cute. Then after looking around to make sure she was unobserved she pulled her pack to her chest and like a shot on basket put the day sack over the fence. It did not go far, but far enough to be obscured by the ditch in the shadow of a nearby tree. Then inspecting the wire, she eased her toe under the fence and worked it lose. Certain that she could squeeze under, she took another look round and then ambled away. Midnight seemed a good time to go.

She thought about calling on Alice once more, but she dare not let her in on the plan, not now. Alice would tell, for her own good to be sure, least that’s the way Alice would see it. Still in the act of pondering she reached Alice’s door and shrugged. She had nothing else to do and maybe Alice knew something that would help her escape. She was about to knock when she heard a stifled moan and the creak of a bed. Stacy stifled a giggle. Either Alice wasn’t alone or she was, in any case she did not sound like she would welcome a visit just then.

“Naughty girl,” Stacy whispered and slipped away.

With hours to kill until nightfall Stacy made another slow tour of the compound, proud of herself that she was not even tempted to inspect the fence again or so much as glance at the pack out in the undergrowth.

“Just like butter wouldn’t melt,” a stern voice startled her.

She whirled around to face Garrick holding her day sack.

“This is yours I believe,” he said.

Stacy licked her lips and considered a lie. Then she saw Garrick’s warning gaze and she swallowed down the ill-advised deceit and shrugged. “Yeah, think so, I wondered where it went,” she replied casually.

“It went over the fence near a damaged part of the wire,” Garrick told her.

Stacy’s look of startled innocence was in expert and looked everywhere but the pack leader’s eyes. “Oh, I wonder how it got there,” she said unconvincingly.

“You tossed it over, you were seen,” Garrick folded his arms.

“I didn’t want it,” Stacy offered, but she looked like a kid caught at the cookie jar.

“Not until you made a break for it, anyway,” Garrick accused.

Stacy looked at her feet and made an air kiss.

“You were going to run again weren’t you?” he said. The statement phrased as a question was the biggest break he was going to cut her that day.

“Yah, something like that,” Stacy drawled and dragged one foot coyly through the dust.

“At least you admit it,” the man said and weighed her up as if seeing if she was worth it.

“Totally busted,” she said cheekily and finally met his eyes.

“And how do you think we can handle that?” Garrick asked her sharply.

Stacy made a rueful pout and then ostentatiously winced. “Let me guess,” she popped her lips, “Eh… maybe you are thinking of spanking me?” She was blushing furiously but it was less humiliating somehow to fall back on cheeky bravado.

“I don’t think a spanking quite covers it,” he told her, “So as I have another miscreant to deal with, come sundown you can meet me at the barn. I will deal with you too.”

Stacy levelled a scowl at the man, but something made her hold her tongue. She should be afraid of him, but she wasn’t, not in the way she should be. But Garrick and Augusta had been the only people in her life ever to show her any boundaries. Instead of resenting it she conceded a grudging respect; a respect that left with a strange comfortable tickle all over. Besides, if Garrick wanted to give her a spanking, there was nothing she could do about it except conceded and or make it much, much worse.

“The barn at sundown, do you hear me girl,” Garrick said sternly.

“It’s a date sir,” she said breezily and with a faux cheerful borderline insolence. Little did she know that the half sincere ‘sir’ was the only thing that saved her from an impromptu spanking.

Garrick sized her up for a moment and then shook his head and walked away.

“Shit,” Stacy sighed as soon as the man was out of ear shot.

To be continued…

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Part one here

Tzara awoke with a start. Startled and confused she quickly got to her feet and grabbed at her body to inspect for damage. Looking up she saw how high she had been when she fell and she gasped. Now she remembered the sickening fall, although mercifully not the bone crushing impact. Panting hard she fell to her knees and tried to process what had happened. She had died, in this scenario she had died. She should have woken up back at the start with an opportunity to reset or have been thrown out of the VR suite altogether.

Her mind raced. She had three months of this world and even death would not free her. What if it is longer than three months? The thought made her panic. Even in conventional scenarios there was a small amount of relative time dilation. Only a few moments, but because of the front loaded compression during set-up, the games usually lagged towards the end. Scale that up to account for longer subjective time..? She began to panic.

“Get a hold of yourself,” she said aloud, “You are in the same boat as yesterday.”

“Indeed you are not,” someone spoke. The familiar voice had a razor edge to it and she did not need to turn to know that it was Galen.

“Good afternoon my lord,” she said meekly. She hadn’t done anything wrong had she?

“You are naked,” Galen stated the obvious, “In public,” he added unnecessarily.

Well apart from that, she conceded and cringed. Her hands gathered at her sex and she stood in a half crouch as she turned to face the man.

There were eight riders with Galen, none were smiling and her master was positively glaring at her.

“You left the castle without permission,” he continued, he did not seem the least amused. “To do what?” he looked up at the cliff in astonishment.

“I was…” Tzara began and then realised that in this world even men were unlikely to climb for fun. She swallowed. “I got lost,” she finished lamely.

“I think you lie,” Galen accused her and wheeled his horse in a circle as her drew nearer. “Lady Lucinda said you asked about climbing and the gate guard who saw you out said you were seeking these cliffs.” He looked up again as if try to guess a secret he could not grasp. “Why are you naked out here?”

Tzara hugged herself more tightly and scanned the rocks for her clothes. “I was hoping to swim,” she ventured.

“Lies,” Galen snarled. “There is no pool close by, why would you seek one already disrobed?”

“My Lord, she is a spy,” one of the men suggested.

“She is mad Sir,” said another in a tone that suggested that Tzara’s motives were unimportant.

Ignoring them Galen brought his horse close. “That first day you protested the length of your service. You were more defiant than any woman I have ever…” he threw up his arm in exasperation. “You were running away,” he told her.

“No my lord I…” Tzara protested.

Galen leaned down and without exerting himself scooped her up and deposited her face down across his lap and across the front of the horse’s saddle so that she dangled head down and bottom upwards. “Liar,” he snapped and slapped her exposed bottom hard.

“My lord,” she squealed.

“I will have the truth from you,” Galen hissed and kicked his horse into a trot.

“My lord, my clothes,” Tzara protested

Galen did not listen and breaking into a trot he led the party home.


Tzara had been crucified. Not as she had actually first feared with nails, although Galen’s controlled anger suggested he was angry enough to do anything to her. She had been placed face down on a huge wooden cross with a triangular post or peg between her legs. Her hands had been secured with padded straps to the crosspiece and the whole cross had been pulled upright and set into the wall.

The tug on her arms was not as great as she feared and there was a small platform under her feet so that by standing on tip toes she was able steady herself. The jutting post between her legs was the uncomfortable part and she remembered the frame she had had to straddle that first night. This was promising to be a similar experience.

Galen had secured her himself and despite her pleas and apologies he had said nothing to her until she was firmly in place.

“I need to calm down,” he said at last.

“Please my lord I am sorry, I wasn’t running away, truly I wasn’t,” she pleaded.

“I want to be believe that,” he sighed. He already sounded less angry. “But even if that is true… you broke the law and for no reason that anyone can fathom. Have you any idea what the penalty is for absconding? If I defy the rules to save you it will weaken my position.”

Tzara was breathing heavily and she considered his words. ‘Weaken his position’ how? What had she done? Then it occurred to her that he had spoken of saving her.

“My lord,” she said breathlessly, “What will they do to me?”

Galen shook his head and tightened his jaw. “I cannot evade responsibility for this,” he groaned. “If it is found that you were trying to escape a lawful contract then… well then I am required to sentence you to a public flogging and sell your contract to a slaver. You will be exiled as a slave.” His words sounded final.

Tzara gaped and a tear rolled down her cheek. The sharp edge of wood between her legs was already becoming quite pressing.

“Please my lord, I wasn’t running away,” she pleaded.

“Convince me and I might spare you, although god knows it will cost me,” Galen sighed. “You will not like what follows I assure you. In truth it is not me that must be convinced. The Lord Chamberlain is the one you need to persuade and god knows I don’t even know what you think you were doing.”

Tzara’s mind flared. A hundred thoughts tumbled there and she desperate seized at one and then another as she racked her brains for what to say. “Please my lord, then let me explain,” she pleaded.

“Later, think on it first and consider your story well,” Galen warned and then he was gone.

“This is crazy town,” Tzara yelled and then grimaced. Her predicament was getting very uncomfortable and she was beginning to get the point of if, she wryly thought.


Tzara had been half hanging and half standing on the cross for an uncomfortably long time. Over and over she had thought about what she could say. The truth would only work if they bought that anyone would be insane enough to climb a rock face without ropes. In reality she knew she never would have done had this been the real world. Not without elaborate and careful preparation. At the moment she had a choice of appearing a liar and therefore guilty or being mad and therefore… she did not follow that train.

“What did you do?” the voice startled her.

“Lucinda, is that you?” Tzara said weakly. She could not turn her head to look down.

“Maria told me, although lord knows what she thought I could do,” Lucinda sighed.

“I wasn’t running, I swear,” Tzara wailed.

Lucinda pursed her lips and looked up at her friend. She had seen much worse restraints; Galen was obviously minded to be merciful. “At least you haven’t been whipped yet,” she observed as her eyes took in her friends bottom.

“Is that good?” Tara didn’t know, she had expected a spanking at least. Then at least she would have known where she was.

“I don’t know,” Lucinda groaned, “I think what you did may be beyond just a good spanking. If it wasn’t I would give you one myself.”

“Galen says your Karl is the one who won’t believe me,” Tzara tried to turn her head a little to look down.

“Believe what? What were you doing?” Lucinda called up.

Tzara took a deep breath. “I was just climbing the rock face, for fun,” she explained, “To look at the view and get a better look at my new home.”

“What?” Lucinda frowned. “You that doesn’t make any sense, don’t you?”

“I am beginning to get that,” Tzara sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Karl won’t buy it,” Lucinda said glumly.

“Can’t you persuade him that I…?” Tzara didn’t know how to finish that question.

“What, that you are stupid girl?” Lucinda finished for her. “You know I might.”

The pressing wood between her legs was really not fun now and Tzara was finding it hard to concentrate. “Please, if I tell you the truth can you please help me put it into words that make sense to Galen and Karl.”

Lucinda looked around and back out of the dungeon. She was torn. “You know if they find me here I will be up on a cross next you and Karl will leather my bottom every day for a month.”

“Then you should go,” Tzara sighed.

“Then when it is nice and sore, he will take a cane to me for good measure,” Lucinda continued her narrative as if to herself.

“Maybe slavery won’t be so bad,” the punished girl sighed.

“Oh that, no it is pretty bad,” Lucinda said matter-of-factly, “So we had better sort this out. Tell me again what you were doing.”

To be continued…






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Part one here

The castle was the provincial headquarters for the entire region. Tzara learned from Lucinda that Galen was the supreme authority answerable to no one for local matters and was only subject to orders in times of war. The main purpose of the castle was to deny access to the nation’s interior via the many mountain passes and to collect customs and other taxes from the various rural markets and at the toll roads.

“I have never been to Gethomy,” Lucinda told her, “and there has been no war for almost 70 years, so we rarely see anyone from there.”

Gethomy, Tzara has been told was the capital some 80 leagues away, more than a week’s journey on the often poor mountain roads. Only fast mounted couriers made the journey regularly and these days they only brought reports of grain harvests and important marriage alliances.

Tzara looked out at the incredible view and frowned. There was no war and no significant politics of any kind. In fact it was entirely unclear that there was any intrigue or plot to be uncovered at all.

“Where do you come from?” Tzara asked Lucinda.

Lucinda pursed her lips and turned her gaze to the mountains. “See that double peak?”

“The one with the snow on top?” Tzara answered.

“That’s the one, well I was born and lived until I was 18 in a small village on the other side,” Lucinda told her.

“Have you ever been back?” Tzara asked.

“Not much for me there,” Lucinda crinkled up her nose and shook her head. “I had a grandmother or so I thought, turns out her son was not my father. They are all dead now anyway. There are few girls I knew from my childhood I suppose, but they will be married and I doubt we have much in common now.”

“Do you like it here?” Tzara asked her.

Lucinda grinned. “What is not to like? I am well fed and I would rather be the lover of a great man than a peasant’s wife. Look at this place,” she made a wide gesture.

“You are spanked here, and severely punished in other ways,” Tzara thought of the dungeon and the sight of Lucinda tied to the bed posts.

Lucinda laughed; her hand went to her mouth to stifle it but gave up as she gave in to genuine mirth.

Tzara frowned and shook her head in a question.

“My grandmother cut a mean switch and my bare bottom felt it up until the day I left. The village reeve used to have a woman over a birching block if she so much as looked at him. The sight of a bare bottom thrashed raw in the middle of the village green was not an unusual one. The men were chained and set to road repairs if they objected. Most didn’t and most women wouldn’t have expected them too. That is the way of things,” Lucinda said smiling. “You must have come from a very strange place indeed if this is new to you. I am not sure I approve of it.”

“What of the nobility? Are they so harshly treated?” Tzara asked.

“For the nobility it is worse, as I think you are beginning to suspect. The men must hold their tongues and keep their peace or risk offending. Exile is not a pretty thing and the alternative is to fight a duel. That is a silly business and best left to the men,” Lucinda rolled her eyes. “At least the women only have to risk a sore bottom or two… mostly it is not so bad.” She offered Tzara a coy look. Her new friend’s interest in her punishment had not merely been out of concern, that was clear.

Tzara avoided eye contact and decided that to question this reality was pointless. She herself had come a long way to accept it. She was curious to how these rules and customs got to be the basis of this strange society. It was too human to be entirely alien, but she had weeks of subjective time to consider that. She still had to work out the scenario’s objective. Until then she could try and enjoy rough sex, as she had come to justified it, and see if she could get some hiking and climbing in.

“Tell me, are we ever aloud out of the castle?” Tzara asked.

“We might go riding or walking in the forest to the bathing pool,” Lucinda suggested without much enthusiasm.

“And what about free climbing?” Tzara asked.

Lucinda frowned until her face cracked into a laugh and she decided not to ask.

“Never mind,” Tzara said dismissively.


The morning air was so sweet Tzara could taste it. She marvelled at the footsteps left in the wet grass and the cascading chorus of birdsong. The mountains looked close enough to touch and for the first time since she had arrived in this place she felt free.

Galen had left her alone the previous night and had already warned her he would busy until late. So skipping breakfast Tzara had used his name to slip through the gates. She had been told that a league and a half from the castle was a cliff face that might be climbed, although this last detail had t been gleaned in a roundabout way, the sport of climbing being unknown. She estimated that a league and a half was about seven klicks or a good two and a half hour hike. She might have asked for a horse, but she didn’t really know how to handle one and so decided that that was for another day with Lucinda. She had packed some bread and cheese, but after failing to steal any boys clothing, she had resolved to climb more or less naked once she got there.

The only thought that had troubled her was getting lost, but after discovering that there was only one track in that direction, and that for a good part of the journey the cliffs would be visible, she decided to risk it.

The forest was beautiful and she was staggered by the plentiful deer that ran heedlessly across the path in front of her or the black and red squirrels that dashed hither and thither from tree to tree. There were bears and wolves too, or so she had been told, but the talkative guard at the gate had dismissed the idea that she would ‘see hide or hair’ of them.

Still, she had to hurry. If she set off briskly she could make it by mid-morning and start back mid-afternoon in time for sunset and supper. She paused only to scan the scene and wonder. The scenario was incredible; realer than real. If the climbing worked out, then she might give up on puzzling out the plot and just try and enjoy a holiday. Suddenly two hours down time being leveraged up to three months did not seem too bad.


The climb was arduous and exhilarating. Every handhold had to be felt out and she realised that back home she would never have attempted this without a rope-climb first. Even now she could not help the odd scratch as the rock face roughed up against her body. But the sense of freedom… she grinned. She did not even feel the chill once she got going.

She looked down and her heart leapt at the view. If I fall… what? She suddenly realised that the fail safes might let her get hungry or feel pain, but they would not let her die. If all else failed… my god, she thought, of course I have a way out. Not that she wanted one just then. The thought shocked her. She was what, a pervert, did she like the way…? No, she shook her head, that was just… whatever. But she liked Galen better than any man she had ever actually met and the sex was… she grinned. Then she slipped and it took a moment to recover. Pay attention girl, she scolded herself, but for a second she thought she would fall and the thrill was incredible.

For the rest of that hour she focused on gaining the top. “I only hope there is a quick hike down or else…?” she looked at the sun now low in the sky. The mountains would soon screen it and cast a shadow. That was a detail she hadn’t considered. “You amateur,” she spat and heard the words bounce back over and over for a few moments. She grinned. “I love this place,” she yelled and listened with joy as the words sang back to her.

Distracted by echoes she reached clumsily for a handhold only for it to come away in her hand. She was still holding it when she realised she was falling, a sensation that she never wanted to experience again. Especially not this one, which seemed to last many hours as head over bottom she fell all the way to her death.

To be continued…



As forewarned I am not around to report this week. Here are some drawings I puled off of Contemporary Life last week. One or two are new to me.


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