Punishment.

Trudy glowered down at the girl.

"One rule; I only gave you one rule. You had to break it."

"But..."

"Oh, there's going to be a butt involved – yours. And it's going to be sore."

The garden disappeared, leaving only Trudy, Sarah, and Zia. They were in a field of short grass next to a granite circle with a metal ring mounted in it.

Trudy produced an eighteen-inch length of chain and attached it to the collar around Zia's neck. Ignoring the girl's frantic struggling, Trudy effortlessly pulled her down and attached the chain to the metal ring. Zia felt along both the collar and the chain, but could find no break or clasp. She tried but couldn't even bring herself fully up to hands and knees.

"You've been a bad, bad, girl."

Trudy's first slap to her ass stung to the core. The second was just as hard, as was the third. Zia cried out, but it did nothing to stop the series of rhythmic blows to her reddening ass. After thirty powerful smacks the old woman stopped.

"Have you had enough?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Have. You. Had. Enough?"

"Yes."

"Too bad. You're going to be staying here until you're fucked to **** by wild beasts."

Trudy and Sarah vanished, leaving Zia alone and naked in the night. A wolf howled nearby.