Well, only if tears of pain and arousal are bad...

Punishment and Reward, Saturday late morning (continued)

You kneel on the earth next to Patrick’s legs and extend your belly over his shorts. Your large tits dangle freely while your arms remain bound behind your back. Patrick gently rubs your ass, giving you the false impression of tenderness.

“Boys, do you remember what the apostle Peter says about women?”

Dennis quickly responds, “Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands.”

“Very good, Dennis,” Patrick smiles, his hand still caressing your ass. “But did you know that something was lost in translation? A more literal translation of the Greek would be, ‘Women, be submissive to your men.’”

The crowd of impressionable, horny teenagers murmurs in assent.

“Which teaches us—” and he squeezes your ass check, “—_all _of us how women should act around men.” You start to whimper in fear. When is he going to do it already?

“This woman,” Patrick continues, “has acted immorally. I saw her masturbating this morning in the tent I generously gave her to sleep in, and then she stole my very own clothes. She’s been very bad, and she needs to be punished.”

With this, Patrick gives your ass a sharp smack, and you yelp in pain, trying to extricate yourself from his lap. He grabs you and pulls you back down into the humiliating position you’re in.

“Slut, that’s not how you receive your punishment with grace.”

“I’m sorry, Sir!” you shout, knowing that you’ll have to do what he says in order to get out of this.

“Now, when you steal from one of us, you steal from all of us, slut. There are nine of us here, so you will receive nine lashes for your sin.”

“Yes, Sir,” you say. Then, you add, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Very good, slut. Each time you receive a lash, you will thank me and keep track of the count. If you lose count, I’m afraid we’ll have to start over.”

“Yes, Sir,” you say but very quickly you feel a sharp smack on your ass. “Ouch!”

He smacks you again, “You forget yourself, slut!”

“I’m sorry, Sir, I’m sorry! Thank you, Sir! That’s two, Sir!”

“No, slut, you can’t do two at once. Please start over.”

Smack.

“Thank you, Sir. One.”

Smack. “Thank you, Sir – that’s two.”

“Now you’re getting the hang of it.”

You count three, four, five. You wait with bated breath, tears running down your eyes and, you're mortified to notice, arousal leaking out of your pussy. Number six doesn't come. You wait, your heart racing and your ass burning.

"How many is that, slut?"

"Five, Sir. And thank you again."

"So that's how many more?"

"Four more, Sir."

"And if I did them backwards, starting at nine and working my way down, how many would be left?"

What the hell? you think. "Um..." you say.

Smack!

"Ow! Thank you, Sir! Um, five Sir!" You pause a moment. "Wait, no, four. Wait, _fuck, _that's six!"

"Sorry, slut, if you can't keep count, we'll just have to simplify it for you. Back to one."

You barely have time to register the cruelty of his trick before his hand comes down hard on your ass.

"Owwwwwch! I mean, thank you, Sir! That's one..."

Your punishment is long and painful. You lose the count twice more, and each time it gets harder to concentrate. Your ass is on fire, your tits are sore, and your arms are going numb from being stuck in the air so long. But finally, you make it to nine, and Patrick stops hitting you.

“Now, that wasn’t easy, was it, slut?”

You’re crying and moaning but manage to respond, “No, Sir, but thank you for my punishment, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, Vicky.” You notice that he has used your name for the first time today. “And now, you can have your reward.”