As her finger brushes over your soft lips you freeze in place, too shocked to do or say anything. How dare she touch you so casually? Your heart pounds as twin spikes of outrage and unwanted arousal course through your body. She seems to have no notion of propriety when it comes to handling you.
You find some relief in the fact that her touch is in no way lecherous, rather it is matter of fact. It is the cool, professional touch of one who is accustomed to having total domain over the lives and bodies of others.
“Very strange,” the guard notes, drawing her finger away. “We will have you questioned properly after this, I believe.”
Still thoroughly shocked, you’re unable to muster a protest as she tightens the grip around your waist and lays her palm across your bare cheeks. You feel incredibly helpless as you dangle towards the floor, the warmth from her palm feeling momentarily comforting, before she draws it away and brings it down again with a heavy slap against your left cheek.
Its worse than you imagined it would be. It hurts. It hurts a great deal. It stings and it burns and no matter how you wriggle, you can’t stop the heat from settling into your flesh. She repeats the treatment on your other cheek, then again and again and you find yourself setting up a plaintive yowling as you instinctively, yet uselessly struggle against her.
“Hush, you sound like a little baby,” she says, sounding amused as she pauses to watch you wriggle about over her lap. With your backside stinging and aching after only a few slaps, you can barely contemplate what she’s going to do to you if you don’t escape her grasp somehow.
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