Well, let's say they have new appetites...

Punishment and Reward, Saturday late morning

You’ve been lying on the ground for an hour, the boys’ cum drying on your face and all over your body. Your stomach growls every few minutes, and even though you’ve managed to pull yourself over to sit next to a tree, the ants and bugs and leaves are driving your legs and ass crazy.

Worst of all, you’re **** to touch yourself, to relieve some of the massive, forbidden pleasure that you’ve been building up as the minutes of your naked exposure tick slowly by. With your hands tied behind your back, however, you remain at the mercy of the group.

Grotesquely, Dennis has been leading a morning prayer service close by, and each of the boys has been keeping his eyes on you, some more than others. Thomas openly leers, Carlos and Miguel look genuinely concerned, Lawrence looks positively giddy. And through it all, Patrick seems to utterly be keeping his cool.

When the service ends, the boys quietly huddle around their guidance counselor. After a few minutes, they all make their way over directly to you.

“Slut,” Patrick says. You know what you need to do.

“Yes, Sir?”

“You need to be punished for your behavior, slut.” The fantasies you’ve lived out on Discord seem to be manifesting in real life, right before your eyes. “And if you accept your punishment with gratitude and grace, you may be rewarded.”

“Rewarded, Sir?”

“Well, we’ll just see. First thing’s first, get over here.”

Patrick promptly turns around and stalks away from you. You struggle to stand, shaking your leg to wake up a numb foot, jiggling your generous boobs in the process. You trot, barefoot and bare, to keep up with Patrick, who takes a seat on a tree stump.

“Here, slut” he says, patting his lap. You turn around to sit on his lap and you feel a sharp jolt in the back of your knees. You collapse to the ground, shocked again that Patrick could hit you so hard. “Don’t you put that filthy ass on my lap! You lay yourself over me and get ready for your punishment.”

Jesus fucking Christ, you whisper to yourself, fear mingling with hidden excitement as his plan dawns on you. He’s going to spank me.