Your ass gets abused.

Mr Big looks at the table holding the **** implements deep in thought. He then picks up a paddle about the size of a table tennis bat and smacks his palm with it to produce a ominous crack.

"This should be ideal." Big gloats. "It causes a sting over a wide area, but doesn't break the skin. I'm very curious to see what colour a smacked ass will produce on a dark elf."

Big goes to the cell door and opening it beckons someone inside. You're surprised to see Ramona step into the punishment room. When she sees you hanging naked by your wrists her big brown eyes widen and she gasps.

"I think it only fair that Ramona should have the honour of inflicting your first punishment." Big announces. "Ramona, twelve strokes with this bat on the Fox's ass please. Do a thorough job, if i'm not satisfied you'll take her place and receive the same. Abigail, you may suck my cock whilst I watch the entertainment."

Big hands Ramona the bat and all three move behind you. As Ramona passes she gives you an apologetic look and you try to smile back to reassure the girl. Craning your neck around you see Big seat himself behind you and flip open his robe. Abigail kneels in front of him and goes to work on his cybercock, her pigtails swinging as her head bobs up and down. You face front again and grit your teeth in readiness for the thrashing.

You hear the swish of the paddle as it is swung and clench your buttocks to receive it. The bat strikes your fleshy right globe dead centre with a loud smack and you jerk forward, swinging on the suspended bar. A hot stinging sensation spreads through your asscheek, but you manage to stifle the sob of pain. There's a pause and the second stroke hits your left cheek, making you jerk again. It hurts like hell, but still you make no sound.

The next four blows come at measured intervals, alternating from right to left buttock. You find you're able to brace yourself in time from the sound of the bat moving through the air. Your ass is glowing hot now, but the pain is actually less than you had imagined and you are able to keep from yelping at the sting. The seventh and eigth blows come straight down and are directed at the upper curve of each cheek, the pain is somewhat worse but still not unbearably so. By now a sheen of sweat coats your body and your breathing comes in ragged little gasps.

Blows nine and ten are sideways strokes, causing your assflesh to quiver and swaying you from side to side. The burning sensation has suffused throughout your bottom and a solitary tear rolls down your cheek as you concentrate on remaining silent and denying Big the satisfaction of hearing you cry out. Eleven hits, a backhanded blow delivered upwards against the tender underside of your right asscheek and it takes a grunt to smother the scream this time. You jump upwards away from the pain and lose you're footing to swing wildly as your toes scrabble to find a grip on the floor. More tears begin to course down your face. The final stroke hits the soft flesh underneath your left cheek and you sag forward panting heavily, Your entire ass feels as though it is on fire and you sob quietly from the pain.

Ramona comes to stand in front of you and you see sympathy in her face. Behind you soft wet sounds can be heard as Abigail deep throats her boss noisily.

"You're elven ears hear good, yes?" Ramona is shielded from Big's view by your body and her whisper is barely audible to you. "All is not as it seems here. You are in more danger than you realise. Please, you must resist Mr Big's brainwashing. Don't allow yourself to be seduced and become like the others."

"Ramona, you're wanted in the bar." Big calls out. "A young couple, run along it's time for you to go to work."

Ramona gives you one last look, full of pity and leaves the room.