Straight ahead, down that corridor.

After deciding that forward is as good as any other direction, Velma crossed the hall and peered down the small corridor by the stairs. It was actually wider then it appeared to be but much of the space was occupied by several rows of marble columns lined up unevenly on either side of the stretch. The hallway was unlit but there was just enough light coming from the room beyond that Velma could see the marble obelisks had several motifs carved into them, most of them of naked women with distinctly pained expressions. She felt her stomach lurch a bit.

“Jinkies! That’s horrible.”

The sight of those faces reminded Velma that Daphne could very well be in serious trouble and she quickly stepped down the corridor and barely noticed the spider web-thin line of tripwire as it broke against her leg. There were more sounds of machinery all around the room and she froze in place, terrified of what might come next when the new sound of something whirling or spinning behind her caught her attention.

She was about to turn around when something rather hard struck against her left ass cheek with a sharp crack. She let out a yelp and bounced forward, her breasts jiggling inside her turtleneck as she lost her balance. She managed to catch herself on one of the pillars and was about to push off and regain her balance when another hard slap caught her right in the same spot upon her backside; making her cry out in surprise and pain. She once again collapsed against the pillar, hugging it for support as another blow landed upon her butt. Velma could barely think straight through the shock and the pain, what the heck was going on? Tears began to well up in her eyes as she tried to get her bearings and she quickly clawed up the marble, trying to evade the sadistic attacker. She managed to get up and lunge forward just as another swing mostly grazed her skirt, the whistle of the missed strike sending a chill up her spine. She tried to comprehend where the attacker was coming from and how they managed to sneak up on her so well. She just managed to look over her shoulder to see no one behind her and the light was decent enough to see the slim hallway is empty but the sounds of whistling and whirling persists. Before she can question her surroundings further, another scathing blow caught her off guard, the right side of her ass now quite electric and irritated, the momentum urging her further down the corridor. She tried to reach for her now rather sore ass and rub it, completely lost and confused as to what the hell was going on when a very sharp sting erupted from her other ass cheek, this one burning far worse. Velma had inadvertently lifted her skirt to rub her ass, allowing whatever was attacking her unprotected access to the bare skin of her rather pronounced bubble butt. She gritted her teeth and whimpered at the unexpected punishment. Another hard blow **** her to cry out and she just manages to not collapse to the floor in pain but her shear panic motivated her into action. Unable to fathom taking much more of this torment, she ran haphazardly down the hallway, which was deceptively longer then it originally appeared to be and as she looked behind her, **** to identify her perverse assailant, Velma finally realized what was attacking her. Lower sections of the columns were spinning at a decent pace and sticking out of them, placed perfectly at hip level, were rows of mounted riding crops, which now perfectly struck opposite cheeks of her hard to avoid ass as she charged down the hall. They seem to activate only as she moves past them, the devices perfectly timed to spank her **** skin like a disobedient school girl as she moved along. **** to investigate but not daring to stop, she sprinted the rest of the way, allowing her skirt to fly up and expose her increasingly pink sore bottom, which made each hit more and more painful as she struggled to endure the ****.

‘Regardless of whatever is on the other side of that door, it has to be better than this.’

She said to herself as she finally burst through the doorway and crashed in a heap onto the floor, biting her lip and whimpering as she clutched her red welt covered butt. She tried poorly to hold back tears and for a moment, she simply laid there crying softly, much to your pleasure as you pat yourself on the back for such a wonderfully designed trap. She raised her skirt and felt for the damage and you appreciated the sight of her touching herself, unknowingly providing you an enticing show.

“Oh Jinkies, what have I gotten myself into?”

Velma cried out through small sobs, as she fought to regain her composure. She felt the warm red raised skin of her well-whipped ass, wincing as she felt the marks the over two dozen crops left upon her body. She eventually rolled over and let out a pained yelp as she accidentally sat directly on her bruised behind and nearly pounced back to her feet. She grabbed the wall for support as she tried to stop her legs from shaking. She let go of the wall once she felt somewhat stable and took off her glasses. She wiped away her tears on her sweater and placed them back onto her flushed freckled face. Feeling somewhat back in control of herself she finally had a chance to observe the room she had escaped into.

It was a modest if strangely designed study, the room was triangular and the walls were mostly occupied by bookshelves and a green stained glass chandelier hung from a low ceiling. Below it, there was a single large table with a pair of glass cases sitting upon it. There was a pair of doors, one on either side of the room and upon further examination Velma realized both of the doors were locked tight. Her heart sank as she pondered the possibility of having to go back down that corridor again but then she decided to examine the table with more interest.

Inside the glass case closer to the left door contained jigsaw puzzle. There were 2 holes which allowed one to put their hands through to solve the puzzle. She noticed all the two dozen or so pieces had been flipped upside down. Perhaps to prevent some brainy smarty pants like her from solving it before actually starting to put it together. The case on the right had a sort of frame work puzzle that you had to slide the pieces around to make the picture. All of the pieces were removed and likewise flipped over. She scrutinized the set up and saw that the edges of the frame were carved to prevent anyone from just slipping any of the 9 tiles into place, rather they all seemed to have to enter the puzzle from the right hand corner, which had a perforated edge that allowed the tiles to be slipped in one after another and then slid around to their proper place. Like the first, there were holes through which she could put her arms to figure it out. Someone obviously had an issue with cheating.

Velma decided that the likely course of action was to solve one of the puzzles which would likely open one of the doors, but given what had transpired already, she didn’t like her odds that something horrible might happen as soon as she slipped her arms into either box. She also noticed the side with the sliding puzzle had a stool that was little more than a frame bolted to the floor. The height of the table meant that if she chose the jigsaw puzzle, she would be in a rather compromising half bent over position. However the lack of a seat on the stool of the slide puzzle gave her more than a little cause for concern. Still, she had to press on a make a choice.