Free The Storyteller by D. P. Adamov Page B

spanks. As he resumed whacking her butt cheeks, her ass was the sorest looking shade of red anyone could have imagined. Not even the discipline her father had given her way back when matched this. Her rear was crimson all over, forming a major contrast to her back and legs. It was then Erbmoh drew things to a close.
    To end the spanking, Erbmoh landed a final and incredible fifty whacks, only pausing a few seconds between each merciless strike. Julia struggled in panicked form on his lap as she tried to avoid the smacks, but it was all to no avail.
    When she finally stood up, crying as hard as a baby, she dashed upstairs to the bathroom, rubbing her butt with both hands. Erbmoh followed, shouting as he did.
    “Now do you believe in me? Now do you believe?”
    When he entered the bathroom, he found her looking at herself in a full length mirror and inspecting the damage. Her bottom looked like a pair of giant plums, festered from the spanking she had been given. The sight of what had been done to her made her cry all the more, and Erbmoh looked at her without compassion.
    “Go back down the stairs and lie on the sofa until you stop crying,” he commanded. “Do it or I’ll spank you again.”
    As she walked past him, he delivered one final blow to her ass that caused her to leap in pain.
    “Get moving.”
    “Oh, it hurts!” she screamed. “Owwww! My butt hurts!”
    Her voice was hard to make out as she was sobbing so incredibly, but Erbmoh knew it was not time to comfort her just at this moment. He had plans.
    Silently, he waited, watching from the middle of the staircase as Julia tumbled upon the sofa, rubbing her ass as furiously as she could. This, however, did little to relieve the bruising that was already taking place. Her marks were vivid and looked to be increasing in color rather than decreasing after the spanking had finished.
    “You hurt my butt,” she protested repeatedly to him as she continued to rub the soreness out as best she could. “You hurt my butt. You hurt my butt.”
    “You told your father the same thing,” Erbmoh reminded her.
    “Owwwwwwww,” came the only extended response. “Owwwwwwwwwwww!”
    Folding his arms, Erbmoh gave a menacing gaze at the marked girl, and he desperately tried to look like a stern parent who just finished disciplining his daughter for what he deemed her own good.
    “When you get hold of yourself, all you have to do is say I’m real and you believe in me. Then I will show you what I really came here for.”
    “Did you have to spank me?” Julia objected. “Did you really have to do this?”
    “No,” Erbmoh said causally. “No, but I wanted to.”
    This brought another shriek from Julia, as she pounded her fist into the sofa, hoping this would relieve the pain. The rubbing hadn’t worked well.
    “While you’re doing that, let me tell you about some of the things I can do,” he announced, stepping down to the bottom floor of the house. “Where’s that purse of yours? Oh, I see it.”
    Erbmoh went to the spot where her purse had been dropped and opened it. He found her billfold, and within was what he assumed was a photo of the jilting Sammy.
    “This is the asshole who left you?” he questioned. “Well, you won’t need this. Your old boyfriend, and I do mean old boyfriend, from way back is here now.”
    Julia was still sniffling and groaning, with her eyes and face nearly as red as her roasted rump.
    “You hurt my ass terrible,” she whined out. Her words were becoming tangible again. “You broke my butt.”
    “Oh, get up and go stand in the corner,” Erbmoh spat out. This was to make a point.
    Julia refused, which brought down the visitor’s wrath again. Yanking her up by the arm, he half shook and half dragged her to an empty corner of the house and shoved her into it.
    “This is what bad girls get, and from now on no more rubbing or I’ll use the brush again!”
    “Nooooooooooo,” Julia objected.
    Erbmoh’s voice was stern once