Without saying a word, you lock eyes with the bartender, and slowly undo your belt and lower your trousers. A few of the female patrons are already standing and forming a line, ready to spank you, others look disconcerted by this turn of events.
"Come on ladies. Who wants to take this opportunity to smack young Count Pike here?" The bartender encourages. In total about 30 of the female patrons decide to take the opportunity to spank you. Most of the people in town at one time or another have had grievances with the way your father ran things, and this is a chance for them to get some small payback. You bend over, your face resting on the bar as you feel the first slap hit your arse cheeks. It's painful.
"Fifteen." You hear the bartender say. Only halfway there. Damn, it feels like forever. You think. These women are not holding back. They really want to cause you as much pain as possible.
After what seems like another ten minutes but was probably less than thirty seconds, you hear the bartender shout "Twenty-Five." Only five more to go, you grit your teeth and count them, breathing a sigh of relief when they are over. Your arse is very tender and painful as you put your trousers back on. When you turn back around, the assembled patrons are all sitting back at their tables, chatting, drinking, acting normally. There is no way to tell which ones spanked you. You see many women you recognize, many of whom seem like normal, doting wives and mothers. Obviously some of them are less innocent than they appear. You put the thought out of your mind, snatch up your beer and walk as best as you can towards the corner, where you slump down against the wall and begin drinking.
The beer tastes horrid, but you barely notice. You're more concerned with trying to sit in a position that doesn't hurt your sore arse. Eventually you decide the best position is to semi-crouch, propped up against the wall. After a while it begins to hurt your calves, but it's not too bad. The tavern grows quiet as the door swings open and Kryptia enters.
"I heard the young count Pike was here getting spanked." She says, mischievously.
"He was, but no longer." The bartender says, pointing in your direction. You lower your head and focus on drinking your stale beer.
"Hmm, it would seem I missed out. Not to worry, I'm sure I'll have plenty of other chances." Kryptia says. The entire tavern laughs. The tattooed witch leaves, eyeing you hungrily as she does. It's clear she wants you.
You finish your beer and leave the tavern. As you leave, you're intercepted by a woman wearing a long, hooded cloak, like the one on the statue in the chapel.
"My mistress saw the message you left in the chapel. Follow me and I'll take you to her." The woman says. You follow her at a distance, discrete, but eager to meet her mistress, the woman who can give you answers, and be a potential ally.
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