Free The Storyteller by D. P. Adamov

of what the hair brush had felt like long ago made her try to put off the moment as long as possible, but her friend from outer space was having none of it.
    “Stop stalling. Get your clothes off or I’ll rip them off myself!”
    The eyes flashed once more and Julia was compelled to obey.
    Silently, she unhooked her bra and let it fall as well, so she was now topless before her antagonist. Her breasts were of average size, with a whiteness where her bikini bra had covered them during the summer. The nipples started to perk in spite of her effort to hide the same. Once again, her breathing intensified and Erbmoh grinned when he noticed.
    “Now the pants.”
    Julia unsnapped her jeans and yanked downward, taking her underpants along with them as well. These fell to her ankles, where she kicked out of them and stood for inspection with her arms at her sides.
    Her tan showed there also. Standing bare in the living room, her tits with their reddish brown nipples were not only visible, but her blond, hairy pussy as well.
    “I’m not going to give you a spanking you’ll never forget,” Erbmoh declared with a severity in his voice. “I’m going to spank you until you believe once more. Now you go to the bathroom and get the hair brush. You know the one I mean.”
    Julia recoiled, marveling at how Erbmoh knew of this and dreading what it would feel like on her naked body. The hair brush was bristled, with a dark brown back and handle, much like the one she had felt when her father forced her imaginary friend from reality back into her imagination.
    “Go,” Erbmoh commanded. “The more you wait the madder I am going to get and I will make it worse for you.”
    Julia no longer staggered as the shock of finding Erbmoh in her home, if not the effects of his magical eyes, had completely drained the alcohol from her system. She was totally awake and alert as she went up the stairs to the bathroom. Clicking on the light, she went to the sink and opened one of the drawers. There was the monster, looking hard and menacing.
    “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ohhhhhhhhhh!”
    “Tell me he isn’t real!”
    “Ow! Ow!”
    “Tell me he isn’t real!”
    Back then she had been spanked into admitting her playmate was imaginary, and now the opposite was proving true. Something told her she had passed out and was just having a bad dream after all. A night at The Pentagram could cause such things, especially when topped with the depression over her break up.
    She looked at herself in the mirror, realizing she was still attractive though tired and frazzled. She seemed to think so. If not, why had her old friend come back?
    “Get that brush and get down here!” Erbmoh screamed from below. “I know you’re trying to delay the inevitable!”
    With a sudden shudder, Julia inched her way out of the bathroom and back down the stairs, leaving the light on as she did. The brush felt heavy in her hand. She feared what was to come.
    “Give it to me,” Erbmoh commanded.
    Taking the harsh implement of discipline, he sat down on the sofa and looked hard at his old friend.
    Without being told, Julia bent down to sprawl across Erbmoh’s lap, knowing what was expected of her. Above, Erbmoh sounded much like her father from way back in time.
    “Soon you will learn a lesson.”
    With her hands, she grasped the sofa pillow in front of her and prepared for the worst.
    “This will make you believe,” Erbmoh whispered. “This will make you wish you never denied the truth.”
    Julia pressed her legs tightly together and was totally still. Erbmoh put his left hand across her bare back to hold her in place and felt her shiver as he did so. Slowly, he raised the brush and brought it down hard against her butt cheeks. Jerking, with her mouth wide open like a sea bass going after a meal, she recoiled from the blow, but made no noise. What emitted was a silent scream of shock and pain.
    The second blow came down hard against the right side of her ass and he watched the