Free The Storyteller by D. P. Adamov Page A

dark spot materialize. This time she shouted aloud and started crying.
    “Take it like a big girl,” Erbmoh dictated. “Am I real?”“
    “Yes!” Julia yelled, hoping to divert herself from further punishment. “I know you’re real! Holy shit, but you’re real!”
    “I don’t believe you,” Erbmoh replied. “You will have to do better than that!”
    “Noooo!”
    Erbmoh gave her eight more whaps, working his way down to her thighs. Each strike left a reddish blotch on her ass cheeks and soon her butt was dark pink.
    “Owyhee!”
    “Owyhee, nothing,” Erbmoh sneered. “This is just the start.”
    Examining his handiwork, he watched as her ass reddened even further, relishing the damage he had done. By now, Julia was sobbing, yet this would not dissuade him from his duty.
    “I still do not think you believe,” he hissed.
    “I believe! I believe! I believe!”
    Julia’s voice was a frenzied ambulance siren. Moving, she tried to cool her aching butt as best she could, but her torturer forced her back down hard against his legs.
    “Quit squirming. That only makes it worse. It won’t do any good. Only believing will do good.”
    “I believe,” she whimpered.
    “You’re lying again!”
    “Please. I believe. I’m sorry I said you weren’t real!”
    “This spanking is real enough, isn’t it!” he probed. “You’re gonna see how real I am when I’m done with you. I just wish your father was alive to see this.”
    “Waaaaaaaaa!”
    The cry was like that of a very young girl once more. Had anyone else heard her, Julia would have felt ridiculous. Again she said it, then again.
    “Waaaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaa! Oh God, it hurts! Oh God, it hurts!”
    Ignoring her cries, Erbmoh retaliated with a savage series of spanks, pounding her upturned and beet red bottom indiscriminately. The pace was much faster and the pain delivered was torturous. The young woman kicked, bolted and rocked on his lap, trying everything she could to find protection from the blows, but there was none to be had. Her fingers dug deeply into the pillow as the blasting continued, for she knew if she moved them across her radish red derrière to try to ward off the hits, Erbmoh would become all the more ruthless.
    “Waaaaaaaaa! Oh, no! Oh, please! I believe in you! No more! No more! Oh God, it hurts!”
    Once again, Erbmoh stopped to appraise his handiwork, looking down at the welted mass of red that had been Julia’s beautiful bottom just moments before.
    “Please,” she begged. “Please. Please. Please. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.”
    Erbmoh resumed the ordeal. This time he alternated in his attack, whacking first the right cheek and then the left. Her backside had long since turned from dark pink to red. Each whap flattened her ass with the impact. She cried all the more, but to no avail. As she struggled and yelled, Erbmoh went about his work with relentless enthusiasm, enjoying what he was doing.
    “You should have never denied me, girl. Now I have to make you believe.”
    Julia kicked her legs to relieve the pain, but Erbmoh was prepared. Every time she made such a motion, he waited for her to buck upward to deliver another hard whack to one of her cheeks and drive her down.
    “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”
    As she cried, Julia noticed something that had never happened when she and her imaginary friend were small. His manhood was there, harder and thicker than anything on this planet. She felt it beneath his clothes and in doing so, gasped at the sensation.
    While she had been doing all her frantic motioning, she had exposed her pussy. In the commotion, she continued to rub against his lap. The feel of her hairy snatch pressing against him evidently sparked the same reaction it would on a mortal man from Seattle.
    “We aren’t done yet,” Erbmoh declared. “We still have a lot more to go.”
    “Noooo!”
    “Yes,” came the commanding reply.
    “Nooooooooooo!”
    Julia’s objection was met with another wicked series of