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 760 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

You are so nervous it is difficult, but you manage to restrain yourself. Time passes with agonizing slowness. Every hour or so you are wracked with cramps, but you will yourself through the pain. Your body aches and you sleep very little. When the woman returns, removing your gag and greeting you with a cheering "Good morning," you can barely speak.

"Please," you moan desperately. "Let me pee!"

"Go right ahead," she responds pleasantly. "The floor isn't carpeted. It's designed for the release of bodily functions."

"I-I can't."

"Of course you can."

You shake your head miserably.

The woman clucks her tongue. "That's not a very obedient slave. I guess you need some encouragement."

Her hand begins to fondle your skin, caressing your back, hips, ass, and legs. You shudder and cringe away from her, but you cannot escape. Nor can you hide your body's arousal from her touch. Soon you are brimming with passion, in direct conflict with the various pains of your body.

"Please!" you gasp, but the woman does not stop. Now her hands are playing with the soreness of your buttocks, pinching the whipped flesh and squeezing the cheeks. Her hands pull your cheeks apart and something hard presses against your anus, thrusting inside. It fills you rudely, impossibly big. The woman steps back and whatever she has placed inside you remains.

"How cute," she whispers. Her hand touches your face briefly, and then she says the words you've been dreading: "I think you're ready for your morning spanking, aren't you?"

"Nooooo!"

She laughs and begins to whip you while you scream in protest. She's using a wide belt this time, the lash wrapping around your thighs and hips to smack the back of your legs and tender bottom. The beating lasts a long time, so long that after a while you are scarcely conscious, only moaning and quivering like a ragdoll.

Later, your body steaming with heat and pain, the woman unplugs your ass for a moment, then you are filled again with something even larger. After a short pause you feel a strange sensation of coolness inside you. Shock courses through your body. She's giving you an enema!

Slowly you fill up and become bloated. The sensation is foreign and bizarre to you, but there's nothing you can do to stop the woman. She plugs you again, and leaves. Time passes. It seems like forever. You moan, shout, wiggle, but the plug is strong. Pain in your belly begins to throb and ache, stiff cramps wracking your body. You shudder and scream but nothing stops the pain. The woman does not return. You ache so badly to pee but cannot, cannot.

Finally the woman is back. You sense her presence, watching you. You cannot bear her watching you writhe in agony. She comes closer, teasing you with her fingers and long nails. She pops the plug suddenly, and you are overwhelmed by your desires.

The flood releases. You cannot help yourself. Shame heats your face as liquid splatters everywhere. Your legs are dripping. You cannot bear to imagine what you look like. You begin to cry in shame and horror at your situation.

The woman is laughing, giggling from the corner. "I see you have finally broken," she says. You can hear her glee. "But we must make sure. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a few minutes with some beers and breakfast. We need to fill you up again, don't we?"

You have no answer, but can only groan in protest. Obviously she enjoys watching you suffer like this. How long will this torture last?

In the quiet after the woman is gone, however, you begin to discover parts of your body that you didn't know existed. Strangely, you are excited by this unknown woman who beats you and treats you like shit. Passion courses through you in ways that are foreign to your experience. By the time the woman returns, you are excited to see her.

"Here we go. Now you must eat and drink _everything_, pet, or Mommy will have to spank, okay?"

A shiver passes through you. You don't understand, but you are thrilled to hear her talk like that. Mutely, you nod, biting and gulping the toast she puts in your mouth.

She must be a beautiful woman, you think. You wish you could see her, see her naked body. Instead you are completely under her control. You have no power here.

And for some reason, that excites you.