Chained and chastized

The men ignore your continued pleas, and transfer you to a third ‘hole in the wall’ apparatus. In this one, they use chains and cuffs to hold you in place, and strap a black ballgag in your mouth to silence you.

The black, upright segment of ‘wall’ forces you to bend forward with your butt squatting out the other side, just like with the first hole-in-a-wall you were placed in, in round 1.

Round 1 of the sex game that you lost. Like a stupid airhead fucking idiot.

And now, because of that… Your torment begins.

First, you are spanked. Not particularly harshly, but enough to sting, and upset you further. You squeal and cry, but the men just make interested sounds and applaud.

You’ve been spanked before, in the bedroom, but never by cruel, anonymous sadists while bound in place and unable to defend yourself, or stop it when it becomes to much.

The audience to the side of you, who can see both in front of and behind the wall, watch you drool uncontrollably out of the holes in your ball gag, dangling pathetically from the cuffs on your wrists as the masked man behind you lays into your soft, tender butt flesh with the palm of his hand.

The loud sound of his skin meeting yours echoes throughout the hall, both piercing and lewd at the same time.

Now that there’s no game, just a sexual event, with no chance of monetary reward, you find yourself feeling much more guilty for allowing yourself to end up in this situation, despite being a married woman.

If anyone you knew could see you now, or ever found out about this, you would literally die of shame.

You feel lower than a porn star, lower than a prostitute. At least they get paid.

You’ve just effectively cheated on your husband with multiple men for absolutely zero gain.

That makes you the worst kind of slut.

Maybe you deserve this.

The masked audience watches silently as the man behind you continues to rhythmically slap your stinging buttocks with an open hand. With every spank, you feel a little more of your self-esteem, and positive outlook on life, evaporate away, carried away in the air by your pained whimpers.