Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 611 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

Your heart pounding in fear and excitement, you begin to remove your clothes, starting with your shoes and socks. As you take off your shirt and pants you feel a stirring between your legs. This is arousing you! You pause at your underwear but the man insists, and in a moment you are standing naked in a public park, the cool night air caressing your body. Strong hands grasp your arms and pull them behind you. Cold leather straps bind your forearms together. You are now naked and helpless. Tears come to your eyes and your throat hurts you are so thirsty and frightened.

"Walk!" says the man prodding you in the back with something sharp, and you obey. It feels strange, to be walking in the nude in the open air, and yet the hood over your head almost lets you imagine that you are alone, that no one is around.

You stumble sharply over something in your path -- it is difficult to walk when you cannot see-and suddenly there's a loud "thwert!" and you feel a fierce sting across the cheeks of your bottom. It is thin and pronounced and very intense. "Now move it!" growls the voice and tears come to your eyes. The sting comes again and then again and you begin to hurry, stumbling and tripping over your own feel, the sting following you insistently.

By the time you reach the vehicle, your buttocks and legs are tingling from a dozen places. As you are urged to climb in and sit, your skin burns at the contact with the car seat. The door closes and soon the car is moving, driving who knows where. Perhaps you are being taken to the man's home, perhaps to be raped and tortured and killed, but somehow you do not think so. "If I was going to be killed I wouldn't be cooperating so easily," you think.

The drive is long and you eventually doze. You are shaken awake to find that the vehicle has stopped and the man is ordering you to step out. "There's a step there," says the man with a grunt, and you feel the stinging lash across your bottom again. "There's lots of steps!" he laughs, and each time you feel the lash you know there's another step, and you stumble forward.

You move through what appears to be a doorway, and from there, up more stairs, the lash chasing you. Finally you are pushed forward and you collapse onto a soft bed, and you hear a door slam and all is silent. Carefully, you begin to rub your head against the bed, slowly removing the hood. The room is dark and there are no windows, but you can see a sliver of light from beneath the door and you realize you are in a bedroom of a house. It feels like a large house, both judging from the stairs you climbed and the size of the room.

You begin to explore, bumping awkwardly into many blunt objects. On the wall near the door you find a light switch, and flip it on with your nose. It's a bedroom, alright. There's the bed in the corner, a simple twin with plain white sheets and a wool blanket. There's an old boxy-looking dresser opposite the bed, and strange wooden horse-like contraption in the center of the room. There are four adjustable loops that you discern are designed for wrists and ankles, and you suddenly realize the horse is something a person is strapped onto. A shiver goes down your spine. "This is getting creepy," you think.

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