A bruising spanking

Crystal felt the tattoo's ink flow to her back, inscribing instructions on her body. She couldn't see what they said, but she felt John and Henry pick her up and throw her over the armchair side.

The armchair was wide with flat, rectangular handles. She was face down in the seat with her legs splayed over the side, spread so that the waxed peach of her pussy was exposed. The armchair's handles cut into her thighs where her legs met her torso.

John and Henry both pressed a hand into her back, keeping her down.

Letters of light flashed in her retinas, cluing her in before the first impact came.

"PUNISH YOUR DIRTY WHORE

SPANK HER ASS RED

WHOEVER BRUISES HER MOST, WINS"

Crystal screamed a muffled "Nooo!" as John's hand hit her left cheek open-palmed, stinging and shaking her body. Henry's followed in quick succession, cudgeling her right. Her shapely ass was compressed and stung and crushed.

Each spank drove her deeper into the armchair. She felt her nipple piercings turn pointy, and the punishment her ass took drove her breasts into the jewelry with blunt discomfort.

John worked her ass rapidly, spanking her from far overhead with his palm. The tips of his fingers felt like whips as they stung and bit her flesh.

Henry punished her methodically, putting force into every blow to her right cheek. Each impact shook Crystal at her core.

"TIME," flashed letters in Crystal's eyes. The spanking ceased, but her ass burned with the memory. She moaned and stole a glance at her captors, wondering if they were in on the tatoo's torture, or if they two were pawns. Surreally, she watched them shake hands.

"HENRY KNOWS HOW TO TREAT A WHORE," the tattoo flashed. "NOW LET HIM USE HER."