Yes, but not the kind of break she wants

Your legs are aching, your arms are hurting, and even your dangling tits are in pain. Your ass still stings from your spanking, and the stench of nine men's spunk still clings to your skin and hair.

And yet, you wait.

You hold the position for what feels like hours, though you know it can't be that long. You are sweating and shaking when you finally hear Lawrence's voice calling out as he walks back over to you.

"Bitch! Speak for me, bitch. Give me a good bark."

You blush in shame as you summon the strength to give a loud woof, and Lawrence laughs heartily. He approaches you, gropes your boobs and slaps your ass playfully. "You look good, bitch. But I want to see more of your ass. Spread your cheeks for me, will you?"

Struggling not to topple over, you manage to reveal even more of your body to the leering teen while remaining bent over.

Lawrence runs his fingers along your asshole and chuckles. "Good girl," he says. "You can stand up now."

You never felt so much relief before as you straighten up, the blood rushing out of your head producing a throbbing headache. "Lunch is ready, so you can come back to the campsite."

With Lawrence leading the way, you walk tenderly behind him, trying to avoid sharp sticks with your bare feet. As you smell roasting meat, you notice once again your gnawing hunger. You haven't eaten all day, and you are incredibly weak.

The boys are sitting around the campfire, roasting hot dogs and drinking Gatorades. They are eerily quiet as you approach, whispering to one another as they chew the food you desperately want.

Patrick smiles. "Welcome back, Vicky," he says, and your heart flutters to hear your name. "It's lunchtime, and I bet you're hungry."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," you say quietly. Maybe he'll even let me put on some clothes?

"Before we begin, though," he says, "I do have a question. Did Lawrence and Thomas behave themselves?" You don't know what to do. How should you reply? "I told them not to touch you, Vicky. Did they?" You glance at Thomas, who's smiling nonchalantly, and at Lawrence, who reeks of confidence. You decide that meekness is the best path.

"No, they didn't touch me, Sir," you say.

Patrick's smile fades, and his eyes grow hard. "Vicky, when will you learn? Lying is a sin!" Your heart is thumping now. "Thomas and Lawrence confessed that they couldn't resist just a tiny little touch against your beautiful body, and I suppose I can't blame them. But then you only made the situation worse for yourself by lying to me."

You start to cry, "What? No! Yes, they touched me. They fucking humiliated me! They hurt me and put their hands all over me! They-"

"That's enough," Patrick says, silencing you with his word. "Liars are untrustworthy, so I can't believe anything you're telling me." He pauses. "I suppose you'll have to be punished again to learn your lesson."

"No, please, Sir! Please don't punish me!"

"It's for your own good, liar. Hopefully, this will teach you always to be honest with me."

You can't believe it. What could he possibly have in store for me now?