In the Service of the Wolf (part xxx)

12Mar19

wolf30Part I here

Stacy drew her mouth into a pout to form frog lips which she then let go with a pop. This time the sound was muffled by the corner of the room which was pressed up against her face. Her still bared bottom felt like two tight spheres flame roasted by a torch gun and it was all she could do not to either rub or cry.

Well this is new, she thought ruefully, she could not remember ever feeling quite so embarrassed, not even when Augusta had been spanking her. Soundly spanked and sent to the corner like a little girl, her mind whirled. She was a published author for God’s sake. Nonetheless, she did not dare voice a protest of move her nose from the wall.

Garrick hadn’t left but, was now sitting patiently on the bed behind her to allow her to ponder their confrontation, her part in it and the bottom-seared reality that she had been well and truly put in her place.

No, Stacy didn’t dare move; the man had been quite clear about that. However, strangely enough she felt an unfamiliar cosy feeling that wrapped around her humiliation like an oyster did around grit. She hadn’t felt anything like it since childhood and wondered if this was what having a father would have been like. At least the spanking had cleared the air and had given her something else to focus on. She would have hated to have admitted it, but she felt better, like a load had been lifted.

“Are you ready to talk now?” Garrick said at last.

“Yes Sir,” Stacy mumbled, a fresh surge of blood heating her face. “Can I…” she licked her lips and sniffed nervously, “Can I pull my panties up now?”

“No,” Garrick said sharply, “I am not at all sure we are done.”

Stacy bit her lip and wished she could merge with the wall.

“Now come and sit down,” the old man sighed.

Stacy cupped her hands to her naked sex and shyly turned around. She felt about 12 just then. “I think I would rather stand, if it is all the same to you,” she said quietly.

“Sit down,” Garrick ordered.

Stacy dropped heavily onto the bed and then immediately regretted it as her face broke into a grimace and she half stood up again.

“Tell me about your father,” Garrick said, ignoring her discomfort.

*

Alice was taking a shower when there was a knock at the door.

“Just a minute,” she yelled, but by the time she had grabbed a towel and stepped into the room she saw her visitors were already inside. The towel was painfully short and she tugged it down at the same time she hugged it to her breasts.

Adam was sitting on the bed fixing her with a glare. His jaw was set tight and he had eyes like flint. John had opted to stand and although his expression was softer, he was not smiling. “Hello Alice,” he said.

“What the hell? Get out of my room,” she snapped angrily and with more conviction than she felt.

“We have to talk to you and you are going to listen” John sighed.

Adam shook his head and offered his brother a withering look. “I told you we should just have sent some women to drag her to the barn,” he said.

Alice felt a surge of panic and looked at John for some sympathy.

He frowned. “We can let her get dressed and give her a chance to explain,” he said.

“To explain what?” she snarled and pulled the towel more tightly around her.

“”So let her explain,” Adam sounded bored, “It is not like we haven’t seen it before.”

John screwed his face up at his brother’s lack of tact and reached for the robe hanging on the back of the door and handed it to Alice.

“What is this all about?” Alice said impatiently once she had pulled on the towel robe.

“Adam, how is Marsha? John, did anyone else get hurt?” Adam said in a brittle voice as he mocked her.

Alice opened her mouth to protest and then closed it again. None of that was her fault. The hunters attacked, but for the first time she felt a pang of guilt all the same.

“Alice, people have been killed. Some of our people were hurt,” John said his voice mostly sad.

“I didn’t…” Alice began.

“You ran, you caused a distraction;” John snarled, “My Dad was almost killed going after you when he should have been focussed on the attack.”

Alice coloured and looked at her feet. “I was scared,” she whispered and could have cursed her soul for sounding so lame.

Adam didn’t meet her eyes. He knew full well that he and John had both deserted their post to go after her. Maybe…

“I’m sorry,” Alice mumbled and slumped into a chair.

“Yeah, I bet you are,” John said in a tone sharper than he had ever used with her before. “You will be even sorrier when I am done with you.”

“W-when…? What are y-you…?” Alice responded nervously, her eyes flashing in something between fear and another emotion.

John slipped out of his jacket and tossed it on the bed. Then he folded his arms and fixed her with a firm gaze. “I am going to turn you over my knee and spank you silly until you can’t sit down for a week,” he said in a determined voice.

Alice’s heart lurched and she felt an unfamiliar head rush. She even looked at Adam for help.

The older twin just grinned. “Oh don’t worry; after he is through, you are going across my knee too.”

Alice opened her mouth and shook her head. “Look if you think…”

“Jared suggested a bull whip, but Garrick thought a good stropping in the woodshed would suffice,” Adam told her. “I don’t think Augusta planned on being quite so sentimental. She likes you, which means she would quite happily deny you sitting rights for a month or two; and the chores…. Whew-whee!”

“You wouldn’t,” Alice wailed, “I mean it wasn’t my idea to come here…”

“Should we have left you to the hunters that night then?” John asked, but he was already advancing.

Alice stood up and backed away. She made a gesture of protests and began to babble. “This is a sex thing isn’t it? Well I don’t consent, in fact…”

“No, this isn’t a sex thing,” John sighed, “You city folks are so predictable. This is an old fashioned over-the-knee very sound bare bottom spanking thing.”

“But…” Alice squeaked.

She might have said more but John had already seized her and tucked her under one arm. Then without breaking his stride swung her around and dropped to sitting on her bed next to Adam. Like a rag doll Alice was tumbled face down across his lap and rapidly bared.

“J-John, please, John… I-I’m sorry… I…” Alice felt helpless and then the first spank landed and she yelped.

The insistent sting burned at her bottom for a moment and she remembered last time. She wanted to protest, but they were right, people had gotten hurt and she was getting off with a spanking. She blushed at the thought, revelling shamefully in its hidden meaning. The next spank made her gasp.

“Hey,” she gasped, and forgetting her previous resolve and added “This is… you can’t do this…”

“You think not?” John said sharply and volley spanked her so hard that she twisted and bucked on his lap until her bare bottom was cherry red.

“Please John, please,” she wailed tearfully. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” Adam put in, “By the time we are done with you, you won’t sit down for a month. Embarrassing would be taking you outside and letting everyone watch.”

Alice gaped and rolled her eyes like a wild pony. “You wouldn’t dare you bastards,” she blurted, before she remembered who she was dealing with. Flushed and panting she quickly took back her outburst babbling, “I am sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“Didn’t mean what? That we are bastards or that we wouldn’t dare?” John grinned evilly, “Maybe we should take this outside at that.”

“Please, please don’t, I’m sorry,” Alice pleaded.

“Does that mean you will take your spanking like a good girl?” John said menacing her naked bottom with a claw-like hand.

“Spankings,” Adam amended thoughtfully, almost as if he was considering a minor domestic chore.

Alice lay helpless across John’s lap and blushed furiously. She considered her options. She was going to get a spanking and there was nothing she could do about it. It was going to hurt and just like last time. At the very least she was going to cry and be one hell of a sorry girl long before they were done with her. If she could look herself in the eye she would probably conclude that she had it coming. For second she focussed on the not unpleasant pressure of John’s thighs under hers. The she swallowed hard.

“I am sorry, I guess I do have it coming,” she admitted, “Please don’t take me outside like this.”

John made a face of apparent reluctance. “You know, the more I think about it, the more I think a good sound spanking in front of everyone will do her good,” he said as if to Adam.

Alice felt her nerves jangle and fought down the sudden panic of imminent social humiliation. “I’ll be good, please,” she wailed.

“Such a change of attitude,” Adam said cheerily, “I think she is actually learning a lesson.”

“I am please,” Alice pleaded.

“So a nice long hard spanking and some humbling corner time is called for,” John teased her.

Alice lay panting as her face burned with shame.

“Two nice long spankings and a time out,” Adam amended, “Agreed.”

Alice chewed her lower lip and gave a small nod.

“I didn’t hear you,” John said sharply.

“I agree to getting a spanking,” she whimpered. Her tummy tightened and something thrilled inside her as she surrendered. The contact her lower body had with John’s lap was suddenly very uppermost in her mind.

“That’s a good girl,” John said and began spanking her again.

“Oh my God,” Alice yelped and tried to suck down air. This hurt and she had a feeling that it was only just beginning.

To be continued…



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