The Jigsaw Puzzle

Velma took a deep breath, her sizable chest heaving as she walked over to the jigsaw puzzle. Something about that bottomless stool just made her skin crawl at all the possibilities. Besides, even though it was just a frame, her still red and welted behind wasn’t in a hurry to sit back down on anything just yet. Uncomfortable as it may seem, bending over to solve the puzzle seemed somehow less ****.

‘It seems like the worst that could happen is I get spanked again and I already survived that much.’

A small voice in the back of her head said to herself in a half mocking tone. She got into position and carefully slide her arms into the box, feeling very exposed to anything that might come up from behind, her knees **** to bend in such a way that her ass stuck out, almost inviting someone or something to take full advantage of her plight. As soon as she went to grab the first piece, the wood of the table moved and metal restraints came up and clasped tightly around her forearms, giving her just enough movement to reach the pieces but she sure wasn’t going anywhere.

Velma quickly tried to flip the pieces over and figure out what the picture might look like when she heard more mechanical sounds from behind her. She wasn’t able to crane her neck far enough to see whatever was going on, but she felt certain at least it was another device and not someone actually coming up from behind to take advantage of her. She barely managed to breathe a sigh of somewhat relief when she felt her body explode in a jolt of pain as something large and solid struck her squarely upon her ass. She half fell on top of the sturdy glass case, feeling like such a fool for not trying to get as much of a head start on the puzzle as possible, instead she just had to wait and see what would happen before she even gave the puzzle much thought. Velma couldn’t even spare a moment to silently scold herself as another blow followed the first. Unlike the whiplash strikes of the riding crops, which stung and hit very specific points upon her round exposed cheeks, these blows were heavy, slower to return and deliberate. A single beam of something that felt like wood managed to hit her entire ass just below the midline of her bouncy bottom, targeting the exact spot where she would normally sit on.

But Velma had no chance to dwell on what she could be getting hit with and turned back to the puzzle. She tried to flip as many of the little jigsaw pieces over as she could, but every blow of what was likely a massive paddle sent a shockwave through her body and rattled the table, impeding her progress. Velma desperately hoped she could weather this particular storm and she tried to focus on the little pieces, seeing little glimpse of purple and red as she struggled to try to figure out what sort of image she was supposed to make. There weren’t that many pieces and they weren’t that small, but she had already wasted so much time worrying about the impending punishment, and the wooden object already struck her at least six times as she tried to steel her focus and concentrate on the puzzle and not her burning cheeks, biting her lip to take her mind off the agony. The pieces were finally all flipped up and she struggled to see any sort of connections, catching snippets of what looked like facial features and she quickly set to work as another blow nearly knocked the pieces out of her hands. She felt her knees were beginning to strain and were close to buckling under the punishment and the **** position she was stuck in. She managed to put a few more jigsaw pieces together, fitting a pair of eyes and realizing that the snippets of red was hair, happy enough to realize that she had a rough idea that the picture was of a women. Fitting more pieces into their proper position, she felt a brief swell of confidence as she realized just how quickly she would be out of this mess until she looked down and froze in dread as the picture had taken a clear and very familiar shape. Soft sad eyes stared up at Velma as she recognized Daphne’s face, contorted into a look of pure misery and her mouth gagged with a little red ball. Unable to continue for a moment, Velma found herself lost in thoughts of what horrible things her friend had been subjected to over the course of the past few weeks. Another hard strike across her ass and the pain it brought sent her crashing back to reality. She had to grab the table for support as tears of pain begin to well up in her eyes. Unable to wipe them away, Velma’s heart sank as her eyes started to blur and burn. She had to continue, she had to endure this torment, for herself and for her friend, but could her body hold out?