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I could almost feel Malleus’ hand hovering above my exposed skin, as if it were a menacing shadow poised to deliver the first punishing strike.

“Consider this your first lesson,” Malleus’ voice broke through the silence, his tone a blend of severity and something almost akin to compassion. “You’re being punished for your defiance—refusing to undress as commanded, and for your futile attempt to escape.”

The words hung heavy in the air, each one driving home the strangeness and the humiliation of my terrifying situation. Before I could fully process them, his palm descended with a sharp, resounding smack. Before my body could fully absorb the sensation, he had raised his hand and brought it down a second time, and then a third. A fiery sting spread across my bottom, drawing a gasp from my lips.

“Ahh!” The sound escaped involuntarily, a mix of shock and pain, reverberating around the sterile brightness of the room.

“That’s only the beginning, columba,” he said, his grip on my waist unyielding. “You will learn to obey, and you will learn it thoroughly.”

Another spank followed, then another, each one methodical and firm, leaving a searing imprint on my skin. The pain quickly became intense, a relentless barrage that set my senses aflame. Each swat echoed through the room, ringing off the walls despite the deadening effect of wall-to-wall carpet and acoustic tiles.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished?” Malleus’ voice was steady, unwavering, a stark contrast to the chaotic flurry of emotions within me.

“Yes,” I managed to choke out between gasps, my voice trembling.

“Say it,” he demanded, punctuating his command with another stinging slap.

“Because I didn’t take off my clothes… and I tried to escape,” I replied, my words shaky yet earnest, desperation creeping into my tone.

“Good girl,” he acknowledged, though there was no warmth in his words. “I’m going to spank you thoroughly enough today that you won’t sit comfortably tomorrow. I need a columba who remembers the price of disobedience.”

His strikes did not relent, each one harder than the last, driving home the lesson he sought to impart. The rhythm of the spanking became a cruel melody, each note a reminder of my transgressions and the price of disobedience. Tears welled in my eyes. I bit my lip to try to keep myself from crying out, but I failed completely. My whimpers only grew louder.

My legs kicked out reflexively, desperate to escape the fiery punishment, but Malleus was prepared. With a swift movement, he shifted his weight, trapping my legs beneath his own. The sensation of his hard, muscular thigh pinning mine down sent another wave of helplessness crashing over me. Unable to move, I felt utterly exposed, each spank now landing on the sensitive skin of my upper thighs, magnifying the torment.

“Feel each strike, Sophia,” he continued, his voice remaining calm, measured. “Let it remind you of your place, of the importance of submission. Your role is crucial in the battle we’re fighting.”

My sobs echoed through the room, each one an involuntary response to the aching fire ignited in my bottom. My mind raced, attempting to grapple with the chaos of thoughts and sensations. The room seemed to shift, the stark white light filtered through the tears streaming down my face, casting everything in a surreal half-light.

Malleus’ strange words lingered in my mind. What did he mean? “We” were fighting a battle?

But the spanking continued, unrelenting in its intensity, driving home the severity of the lesson Malleus clearly meant to convey. Every word he spoke, every spank he delivered, melded together into a whirlwind of sensations and realizations. The pain was excruciating, but beneath it lay an undeniable truth—a part of me had grown curious, and I clung to the strange ideas he seemed to reveal as a sort of guidance through the agony.

My teeth clenched tighter, but the whimpers and sobs escaped despite my efforts. His left hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, its weight an unyielding reminder of my submission, while his right continued its assault on my reddening bottom.

“Stop… please…” I gasped, my voice trembling, though deep down, I knew my pleas would go unanswered.

“Do you think the Groupe Synergistique will show you any mercy?” Malleus’ words cut through the haze of pain. “They’d use you and discard you without a second thought.”

The… the… what? Then, It’s French, my brain said. You’re great at French. Groupe Synergistique. The… Synergistic Organization? The enemy?

The spanking went on and on, but Malleus had slowed his terrible rhythm. He punctuated each spank with an explanation.

“You, columba, belong to the Order of Ostia. I am a miles of the Pretorian Guard. Together, we fight to restore order—to protect civilization from falling into chaos at the hands of the GS. You must understand the stakes, columba.”

Despite the overwhelming pain, I forced myself to focus on his words. Each revelation seemed like a key turning in a lock, opening a door to a world I hadn’t fully grasped. The Order of Ostia, the Pretorian Guard. They sounded mythical, but Malleus’ firm hand on my aching bottom seemed to prove they were real—and somehow it seemed their battle with GS—the Groupe Synergistique now involved me.

“As a columba, your role is crucial,” Malleus emphasized, his voice unwavering as he delivered another stinging blow. “The Order’s columbae serve on the front lines of this battle.”

He paused, his right hand resting on my bottom. Then I cried out, not with the pain of another spank, but with the sharp, unexpected pleasure of the gentle squeeze his fingers gave, the rub that followed.

“Shh, columba,” Malleus said. “Try to quiet yourself. Your ability to self-calm is something we must develop together. Above all, we must develop it when you are as needy as you are now.”

“Wh-what?” I choked out. “I’m not…”

Malleus raised his hand and brought it down hard on my bottom once, twice, three times. I screamed in pain at the renewal of the punishment. Then, instantly, the hand returned, gently rubbing a circle in the very center.

I moaned: despite everything I tried to keep it back, the humiliating noise came out. Malleus’ middle two fingers pushed further, between my thighs, entering me just a millimeter or two.

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