Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(6)

The bottom the captain revealed when he yanked down Sylvia’s pants and panties showed clearly that she had indeed not gotten the paddle—recently, at least. The well-rounded cheeks rose creamily over the stool, jiggling as their owner continued to struggle.

The doctor raised his arm high and brought the paddle down so hard that Karen and Grace both cried out, even as Sylvia screamed out the agony of it.

“Please! I’ll… I’ll…”

But the doctor struck again, and again, and Sylvia’s bottom flamed crimson, her pussy showing with sparse red curls as she moved her knees back and forth, desperately seeking some relief. She shrieked wordlessly, tears running down her cheeks.

Karen chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to think about her own paddling, and what it would feel like to have it renewed so soon; she would get on the exam chair—how could she not? But when the doctor looked—when the businessmen looked—Karen didn’t want to imagine what they would see, what they would say.

“Sylvia, I’m Mr. Green,” said the businessman with the dark hair.

“Say hello to Mr. Green, girl,” the doctor said. “Or do you want more from the paddle?”

“Oh, God…” Sylvia sobbed. “H-hello… hello, Mr. Green.”

“You other girls say hello, too,” the doctor ordered, turning to look at Karen and Grace.

“Hello, Mr. Green,” Grace whispered.

“Louder, please,” said the blond businessman. “You may as well say hello to me, too. I’m Mr. Singleton.”

“Hello, Mr. Green,” Grace tried, with a bit more volume. “Hello, Mr. Singleton.” On her face Karen saw the same apprehension she felt on hers. At least it seemed better than the frank agony on Sylvia’s tearstained visage, let alone Sylvia’s upended, soundly paddled backside.

“Now you, Karen,” said Mr. Green, looking straight at her.

Something about the cruel glint in his eye made Karen want to resist, suddenly. She knew she couldn’t refuse to go through whatever horrible examination they had planned for her, but she had already begun to hate the way Joe and Pete, and now the doctor and the businessmen, made her feel—like they could make her own body betray her.

“Hello, Mr. Green,” she said as clearly as she could, fixing his dark blue eyes with her own lighter ones. She turned to Mr. Singleton. “Hello, Mr. Singleton.”

To her dismay, Mr. Singleton chuckled. “A feisty one, eh, Sam?”

A wicked smile had broken out on Mr. Green’s face, too. “Definitely. But can the investors handle that kind of brattiness, do you think? Are they willing to take the time to discipline her properly?”

Karen couldn’t hold her eyes on them, then; she had to drop them, her cheeks burning in anger at the way they could apparently just say those things about her.

“Sylvia,” the doctor said sternly, “are you ready to hop up on the chair?”

“Y-yes,” Sylvia sobbed. She put her hands back to touch her paddled bottom-cheeks.

“Did anyone tell you you could touch your ass, Sylvia?” asked Mr. Singleton. “I don’t think so. Take those hands away right now.” Then he spoke to the captain. “Give her another.”

“No! Please! No!” Sylvia wailed, keeping her hands over her bottom.

“Don’t make it two, girl,” the captain said. “Take your hands away.”

Sobbing as if her heart would break, Sylvia complied. Karen watched the girl’s little hands ball into fists, saw her whole body tremble. Hate was too weak a word to describe how she felt herself reacting to the sight.

She watched the paddle flash down, watched Sylvia’s flaming red hind-cheeks jiggle with the terrible impact, heard the redhead’s awful scream of pain. She found herself turning away and pulling down her pants and panties, hoping it would look like the paddling of Sylvia had made her willing to comply, if only so that she could have an instant to take herself out of the awful moment, with its memories of what had happened with the two henchmen in her cell that morning.

“Now you may rub,” she heard Mr. Singleton say, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“That’s it, Karen,” said Mr. Green. “Go ahead and get undressed. You, too, Grace. Show us you can be good girls. But you must turn around, so we can watch you get naked for us. Thanks for letting us see that ass Joe paddled today, though. Very nice.”

Mr. Singleton’s voice came from behind Karen as she hesitated, her hands on the hem of her orange prison shirt. “Look at that. They look so sweet when they rub their poor little bottoms, don’t they?”

Karen had to turn around, now, or else they would paddle her again. She just didn’t want to see, though. She lifted her shirt and turned, so that the fabric covered her eyes. She tried to take a long time, not caring that they could all see the gray standard-issue bra; it wasn’t like she had anything big to show off, anyway.

Next to her, she heard Grace taking off her clothes, too. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had to do it before, was it?

But Mr. Green seemed in tune somehow with Karen’s thoughts. “Take the shirt all the way off, Karen,” he said. “I want you to get a look at Sylvia rubbing her bottom. Just like Mr. Singleton says, it’s very sweet.”

Sylvia gave a whimper of protest. Karen felt a sob of her own rip itself from her chest into the shirt as she did tug it off, did look. Sylvia was rubbing frantically, trying to make her bottom feel better. As she rubbed, her round bottom disclosed the secrets underneath and between its punished cheeks, the red fur there and the pink slit.