by Alta Hensley
“I... I’m sorry.” I had no idea what to say or do. The humiliation of this entire conversation was almost too much to endure. And the fact that it was all caught on camera made it even worse.
“Mistakes happen. But that does not mean that there won’t be consequences.” He patted his lap once more. “Now come here. I haven’t got all day.”
Oh, Jesus.
This was it. I was about to be spanked for the first time in my entire life. Spanked over a man’s knee. Was this really happening? Was I really standing naked in front of two men and a camera? All because of my betrayal of a powerful and ruthless mafia family. My choices were either death or... shame and humiliation?
My legs trembled and when I took my first step, I wondered if my knees would buckle from beneath me. As if I were moving in slow motion, I somehow reached Stefano and placed my body over his lap, feeling the firmness of his thighs beneath my belly.
“Now, before we start,” he said as he ran his palm along my naked behind. “Some punishments will also earn you extra comforts if you submit properly.”
I nodded as I stared at the tiled floor beneath me.
“Each comfort will depend on severity and how well you take the discipline.”
I nodded again.
“To begin with, we will only do a single comfort punishment,” he said. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I’m giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand came crashing against my flesh, and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He swatted me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’”
The next swat stung far more than I had expected.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.” The words sounded as if they were spoken by someone else other than me.
The second swat hurt even more than the first.
I gasped when the sting began to set in. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
The third swat brought on panic. How would I be able to endure this?
I squinted my eyes. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
The fourth swat made me squeal.
“Ow!” Fuck, it was starting to hurt. Far more than I thought it would.
Stefano spanked me several more times. “What are you supposed to say?” he asked in a warning voice.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth!” I cried out as my ass heated up with every second that passed. Each swat hurt more and more, and I wasn’t sure how many of the searing blows I could take.
He brought his large palm squarely down on my punished cheek, and I gasped at how the pain radiated through my core.
“Good girls,” I squeaked, “keep their cunts smooth!”
He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs.
“Please!” I begged. “It hurts!”
I was begging again, even though I was trying to be strong. I didn’t exactly have a choice. My self-preservation took over any sense of pride or conviction I had.
My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me seconds before. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf, and cried out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Stefano held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do all this with just his hand and little effort on his part terrified me as to what else he was capable of.
Finally, as I lay gasping for air, Stefano paused, rubbed my skin, which felt as if it had been stung by a million hornets, and asked, “Shall we try this again?”
Swat!
I did not hesitate in the slightest. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“Now that is truly my good girl,” he praised, which actually did fill me with a sense of warmth and pride.
Swat!
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“We will do ten more, and then your spanking will be over. You have earned a comfort item, however.”
Chapter Four
Hailey
I hadn’t even realized the video had been recording. Not once during my first spanking of my life did I even stop to consider that Gio had the camera pointed to my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I would never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.
Stefano kept me in position over his lap while I slowly regained my breath and sniffled back the tears. I hadn’t sobbed, but the pain definitely brought tears to my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I should try to hide them or not. Was I to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or did they want to see the pain? The fear? I made a mental note to ask one of the brothers when the time seemed right. Would tears earn me extra comforts? Or would showing strength earn respect, hence more comfort items? Right now, I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I wanted to, however.
Stefano rubbed his fingertips in small circles over my heated flesh. “Good girl. This is the first of many punishments to learn your lesson.” Without warning, he moved his fingertips down the crack of my ass until they reached my pussy. Dipping them past my folds, he moved them around and collected my juices. “Someone likes having her ass spanked, I see.”
I shamelessly wiggled against his hand, desperate for him to move his fingertips beyond my folds and to enter inside of me, or at the very least to play with my clit. Something, anything... He was right. I had enjoyed it. Maybe not the actual pain of it. I didn’t think I actually liked the feeling of being spanked, but my body was on fire just as my ass was. How could a spanking that I was literally begging for him to stop do this to me? The only explanation was that the feeling of desire was far better than the feeling of fear.
“Do you want me to make you feel all better? To kiss away all the pain?” His fingers only ran along my folds, teasing me with how close they were to giving me what I wanted so badly.
“Yes, sir.” My voice cracked as I all but pleaded my answer.
He pulled his hand away quickly and gave me one final swat before helping me to a standing position. “Naughty girls with hairy cunts do not get to feel all better.”
He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he was satisfied. He then took the removable showerhead off the base and pulled the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He kept it face down and motioned for me to get into the bathtub.
I stepped into the tub feeling a sense of mortification. How I wished I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I had never done so before. All the men I had ever been with before just got what they got. I didn’t care or even give it a thought. But with Stefano and Gio, and even Thomas who I knew would be watching my humiliation, it filled me with so much shame that I wasn’t presented better. It gave them the upper hand. Stefano had managed to make me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty naughty girl as he so often liked to call me. I was his dirty captive, and yet, the thought of that made my tummy flip in anticipation of what that would mean, and how he would try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered as Stefano directed the stream of water between my legs.
“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”
I did as he asked while he reached for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. Gio was repositioning the camera so he could get a better shot of my widespread pussy. And though maybe I should have been embarrassed that my sex was on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I felt was that I had disappointed Stefano, and for some odd reason, I hated that fact. I was hairy and I want
ed to be rid of it as quickly as possible.
Stefano squirted a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swiped the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watched him as he expertly angled the razor, and as he used his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he could get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watched as my pussy became free of the hair and I could actually see what the most intimate and secret part of my body truly looked like. It was odd to see a body part of mine that I hadn’t really seen before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really didn’t know what my pussy looked like completely bare until Stefano grabbed the showerhead and once again directed it at my spread legs.
I couldn’t help but gasp and release a tiny moan when the pressure from the water made contact on my highly sensitive clit that was so needy for attention. It took everything I had not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figured such an act would land me back over Stefano’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls were supposed to act.
My gasp and moan, however, made Stefano smile. “My naughty girl likes her shower time.” He kept the water where it was, watching as the flowing streams of water were building my pleasure.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned as I could feel the orgasm nearing.
“But,” he said as he shut the shower off, “bath time is not fully over yet. Although I will give you another comfort item for remaining so still.”
He reached for my hand and helped me out of the bathtub. I groaned in disappointment, and my head felt a little light from getting up so quickly. My bare pussy screamed in protest with the need for completion, but there was nothing I could do. I was at my monster’s mercy.
“Dry her off while I get a new angle,” Gio said as he lifted the camera that was on a tripod to a different spot in the bathroom. “Your brother will want to see every bit of the enema clearly.”
“Enema?” I asked as Stefano wrapped a pink fluffy towel around my body.
“Yes, Hailey. Bath time is for getting all parts of your body clean. My guess is that you have never had one,” Stefano said as he went under the sink and pulled out what looked like a large rubber whoopee cushion deflated and some plastic tubing.
“No, I haven’t.”
Stefano looked over his shoulder with a stern look and Gio came up from behind and swatted me hard on the butt. Luckily, my towel helped block some of the sting, but it still had me yelping.
“No, what?” Stefano asked with warning laced in his words.
“No... no, sir. I have never had an enema before.” I didn’t want one. Unlike the idea of a spanking, this did not give me butterflies in my tummy. This didn’t look like it would be worth any comfort item at all.
Hell, I would give them all back to avoid this.
“Which is exactly why you’re going to receive one,” Gio said as he walked back toward the camera. “You need to be nice and clean for any anal discipline from the brothers.”
Anal discipline?
“But I...” I looked at Stefano and felt panic as I stood there trying to process what was going to happen. I really had no idea what an enema felt like, what it would do, or if I would truly even hate it.
“Now, now, Hailey,” Stefano said and placed the enema tools on the floor. He stood up and smiled, offering a look of kindness, which did help... a little. Very lightly, he placed his palm on my tightly closed fist that clasped my towel securely around me.
“Let go of the towel,” he commanded softly, which I didn’t hesitate in doing.
He spread the towel on the tiled floor and looked at Gio, who nodded that he was ready to continue with the video.
He squatted and patted the fluffy pink fabric. “Kneel down on the towel and get on all fours.”
I glanced at the camera and could see that the red light was on. For a split second, I thought about running. All I had to do was grab my clothes and be out the door and into freedom. I could leave. I could flee this house and never look back. Maybe I could reach the cops before the Bennato Brothers and their goons got a hold of me again.
Make wise choices, the words of my mother rang in my ears.
Yes, running wasn’t wise.
But I knew they would catch me, and the punishment... would be severe.
Not wanting Stefano to have to repeat himself, I did as he asked and got on all fours, my ass facing the camera. Stefano patted my behind, reminding me of the spanking I had just received. I wondered if it was red or bruised. I was sure Thomas, who would be watching this video, would enjoy seeing the signs that I had just been spanked. He probably wished I was bleeding while lash after lash scarred my creamy flesh. Maybe he would be far stricter with me than his brother.
“You are such a good girl,” Stefano praised. “I’m going to take all the bad away from your body. Every single toxin left inside. You just have to endure for a short time, and I will give you a comfort item for good behavior.”
I could see him pull the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the snap of a bottle, some shuffling around, and the feel of a wet nozzle touching my anus.
“Okay, I’m going to put this tube in this tiny little hole of yours. It will sting as it stretches you, but I want you to be a good girl and not give me any tears. Take it up the ass without a fight, and just know it won’t be the last thing spreading your hole wide while you reside at the manor.”
As the tube entered inside of me, I gasped at the foreign sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it felt odd having something inserted in a place so... private. As it entered all the way inside, Stefano spread my legs wider and then pressed down on my back, forcing the front half of me to lie flat on the floor. My breasts pressed firmly against the terrycloth, and my butt high on display caused my face to burn in humiliation. I could feel the cool air of the room on my stretched anus and along my bare pussy. I knew that there wasn’t a part of my privates not on full display for the camera.
“I’m going to start filling your ass with the water. I’m feeling merciful so I’ll go nice and slow, but you’re going to have to take deep breaths and just allow the pressure to build.”
I could actually feel the minute the water started entering me. There was a moment of panic as I worried I would have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost felt as if I had to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he spoke of set in. My belly began to expand, and cramping attacked my lower region.
“I need to go to the bathroom now!” I would be mortified if I had a bowel movement by accident—especially on camera—but that was what my body was threatening to do if I didn’t run to the toilet that sat off in the corner in its small little compartment of a room.
“No. You have to take it all before you’re allowed up.” Stefano held the nozzle firmly in my hole and placed his palm over the small of my back to remind me to stay in position.
“I can’t,” I moaned. “Please. You don’t understand.” I didn’t want to tell them that I had to go bad, but I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Hailey,” Stefano warned. “Listen to me.”
The cramping intensified, and I felt as if I would explode at any second. Sweat began to coat my skin. “Please! I...” I clenched my anus as tightly as I could to hold it back. The action only reminded me that something foreign was inside of me. “I can’t,” I whined.
“Do you want me to distract you?” he asked.
I nodded and just whimpered in response.
Stefano reached around and gently massaged my extended belly, which did seem to relieve some of the pressure. When my whimpers stopped, he sat back and ran his fingers down the seam of my ass, circling the nozzle, massaging the stretched flesh of my invaded anus. His fingers then left the taboo spot and dipped down to my sex. When he touched me, I realized I was dripping wet.
“Ahhh, my naughty girl is all nice and wet. Dirty, dirty girl.” He ran his fingertip around my clit and then dipped down to the folds of my pussy, colle
cting my juices, and then back to my clit for more delicious ministrations.
The one thing I had to admit as I moaned in both agony and pleasure was Stefano had successfully managed to help me relax enough to take all the water. I wasn’t comfortable, but at least I wasn’t in a panic that I would have an accident while Gio filmed it.
“Now that’s a good girl,” Stefano praised as he stopped playing with my clit and patted my butt cheek. “You took all the water. Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes...” I moaned. A sharp slap to my ass had me quickly saying, “Yes, sir.”
Would they make me use the toilet on camera as well? I didn’t want to, but at this stage, I didn’t care what it would take to be able to relieve the immense pressure. The control it took to hold it all in made my legs quiver.
“All right, naughty girl. I’m going to pull out this tube. When I do, you are going to have to work extra hard to hold it all in. It’s going to feel like you have no choice but to release. But if you do, a severe consequence will follow. So, you need to be a good girl, and get up and run to the toilet.”
I nodded and moaned loudly as waves of cramps attacked, one after another.
“You can close the door for privacy since you have been such a good girl. I will be waiting in your bedroom. Meet me in there when you are finished. Welcome to our manor. You have a long way to go, but you just earned yourself some more comfort items.”
He patted my behind softly before he very slowly eased the nozzle from my puckered hole. He was correct when he said it felt like I would go right then and there. I cried out in fear of having an accident in front of them. Clenching tightly, which only made the pulling of the tube out more uncomfortable, I somehow managed to run to the small room that only held a toilet and closed the door behind me.
Was this all worth the amount of comforts actually earned?
How much more of this could I endure?