Tasha's Thrashing

You make your way over to the treehouse, and quietly as possible, scale the rope and ladder that gives access. Unsure of what sort of nasty surprise Tasha might have planned, you gather yourself at the top and spring through the trapdoor that gives access to the Dalton Twin's captured castle.

The Dalton Twins' love of spanking is on full display in their private treehouse, and it's clearly transfixed Tasha. Spanking implements of all sorts line the walls, and some kind of contraption designed to hold a body in place while recieving a spanking dominates the center of the room. Tasha jumps as you interrupt her reverie - she was holding a heavy leather paddle, as though hoping it would give up its secrets, when you came in.

Her eyes dart around the small space, looking for an escape route - and finding none. She looks down.

"I guess my road ends here" she says whistfully, handing you the paddle handle-first. You take it, and she lowers herself over the spanking bench, pausing only to pull her running shorts off. They fall to her feet and she steps out, wearing nothing but a black G-string and white Tee.

The Dalton Twins' one piece of furniture has heavy leather belts where Tasha's wrists and ankles rest, and she puts her limbs into them without being asked, her bottom streched and presented. You move around her in a circle, tightening the straps that bind her in place, so that there's no possibility for her to move from her uncomfortable position. Finally, you take up your position next to her and tap the stiff leather paddle on her **** flesh. You consider prompting her to say something, but you decide that someone as twisted up as Tasha needs the spanking before she's ready to try and justify herself.

Your first blow lands, hard, and she gives a short, hoarse scream. You let her take a moment to feel it and anticipate the next one, then follow up with a second, equally hard blow, the giant paddle taking both her athletic cheeks at once. "I'm sorry readEEER!" she cries, shrieking as the third blow lands on her immobilized punishment place. You give her a fourth, echoing spank and already the tears start to flow.

"I know I deserve it" she says as you pause before giving her the next one. You rub her back reassuringly and land another, incredibly hard blow on her upturned tush. Tasha wails disconsolately and breaks down in earnest, blubbering like a baby. Each time she seems to start to compose herself, you land another heavy blow on her rapidly reddening rear, and she produces fresh tears, and the occasional incoherent apology or justification for her behaviour.

It's hard to say how long the session lasts. It isn't until her sobs are replaced with giggles and she responds to a particularly painful blow with a murmured 'more please' that you decide to take a break.

"Oh, there'll be more" you promise her, running your hand over her fiery-hot bottom. She moans in response to your touch. "You can wait here until then". You give her a spank with your hand that ends in a squeeze - she squeals in response but immediately starts trying to rub against you. You make your way out of the treehouse, leaving Tasha alone to think about what just happened - and what's going to happen again, soon.