I have failed to provide for you,” Günter said, snapping the switch against his trousered leg and wincing. Against her bare flesh, this instrument would indeed be painful.
“Aye, you have, husband. And I have been the most disagreeable wife to you as well.” Ilesbet forced a smile, her shoulders straining as she hung.
“Nay, not disagreeable. Greedy,” Günter smiled back, lifting the switch into the air. He drew his arm back and targeted it to the center of her bare, white buttocks. Ilesbet’s eyes widened in pain as she squealed her protest.
“Not so hard! You will draw blood!”
“The gods would not permit that, nor would I. However, they are impressing upon me the need for severity. Be silent and embrace your punishment for your defiance to my commands,” Günter said firmly, releasing the switch across her bottom a second time. Ilesbet struggled against the unbreakable hold of the enchanted branches. They would not release her until she was given Sight, and that would only occur when she released her body to the pain.
Günter shivered as red, angry welts rose across the delicate bare mounds of her pale globes, and his heart filled with both excitement and dread. The power of the sacrificial priestess tingled within him, instructing him to continue without fear of causing harm to his beloved. The next thrash fell upon the backs of her thighs and Ilesbet let loose a scream.
A golden flower sprouted beneath her body. Günter raised an eyebrow and then gazed up into her face. She nodded. A second switch was cut and joined to the first. The bases melded together and demanded him to continue. A second scream racketed through the air as his lashes kissed the backs of her thighs, causing a third switch to blossom. The gods did not desire him to use a switch…they demanded a birching. And Günter obeyed.
The flowers ceased sprouting after the bundle had grown to seven, and Ilesbet’s bottom was covered with reddened, angry welts. But still, she had not given herself to tears. Günter paused to view her carefully, seeing that she was still in this world. The sound of water caught his attention and he removed his shirt to soak it in the tiny stream that had appeared from nowhere. He offered her water through the fabric before dabbing the icy cold wetness against her scorched skin. She wriggled to escape the shock of the cold, but offered no protest.
Günter felt a wave of compassion through his spirit and placed the bundle down beside him. He held his wife’s body still and looked up into her face.
“You must release yourself, Ilesbet. And I will help,” he announced, raising his hand to the side and slapping it strongly against her welted backside. The imprints of his fingers mingled with the stripes and he watched, in fascination, as the flesh bloomed into a crimson red.
“Release her,” he commanded the trees. Creaking echoed as they obeyed the one who shared the powers of the priesthood. Carefully, they lowered her to the ground and Ilesbet crumbled upon the thick, soft grass. She still had not given herself to release. Günter lifted her and carried her to a long fallen tree, sitting upon it as he laid her damp body across his thighs. Her bottom trembled beneath his hand and he looked up to the sky.
“You only demand her release, but I choose the instrument. It will be my hand!” Günter yelled to the unseen gods, ignoring Ilesbet’s groan of protest. “She is mine and if you desire her pain, I shall give it to you. But it will be in the way of my choosing, not yours!”
“Don’t defy the gods, husband…” Ilesbet pleaded, feeling him position her bottom higher.
“I will defy them, and you. I will punish you as I deem necessary and yes,” he crashed his heavy hand against her tender creases of her upper thighs, hearing her scream out, “you will give them, and me, what is desired. Your submission.”
“Nooo!” she yelled, squirming beneath the cracks of his palm as he brought a
“Aye, you have, husband. And I have been the most disagreeable wife to you as well.” Ilesbet forced a smile, her shoulders straining as she hung.
“Nay, not disagreeable. Greedy,” Günter smiled back, lifting the switch into the air. He drew his arm back and targeted it to the center of her bare, white buttocks. Ilesbet’s eyes widened in pain as she squealed her protest.
“Not so hard! You will draw blood!”
“The gods would not permit that, nor would I. However, they are impressing upon me the need for severity. Be silent and embrace your punishment for your defiance to my commands,” Günter said firmly, releasing the switch across her bottom a second time. Ilesbet struggled against the unbreakable hold of the enchanted branches. They would not release her until she was given Sight, and that would only occur when she released her body to the pain.
Günter shivered as red, angry welts rose across the delicate bare mounds of her pale globes, and his heart filled with both excitement and dread. The power of the sacrificial priestess tingled within him, instructing him to continue without fear of causing harm to his beloved. The next thrash fell upon the backs of her thighs and Ilesbet let loose a scream.
A golden flower sprouted beneath her body. Günter raised an eyebrow and then gazed up into her face. She nodded. A second switch was cut and joined to the first. The bases melded together and demanded him to continue. A second scream racketed through the air as his lashes kissed the backs of her thighs, causing a third switch to blossom. The gods did not desire him to use a switch…they demanded a birching. And Günter obeyed.
The flowers ceased sprouting after the bundle had grown to seven, and Ilesbet’s bottom was covered with reddened, angry welts. But still, she had not given herself to tears. Günter paused to view her carefully, seeing that she was still in this world. The sound of water caught his attention and he removed his shirt to soak it in the tiny stream that had appeared from nowhere. He offered her water through the fabric before dabbing the icy cold wetness against her scorched skin. She wriggled to escape the shock of the cold, but offered no protest.
Günter felt a wave of compassion through his spirit and placed the bundle down beside him. He held his wife’s body still and looked up into her face.
“You must release yourself, Ilesbet. And I will help,” he announced, raising his hand to the side and slapping it strongly against her welted backside. The imprints of his fingers mingled with the stripes and he watched, in fascination, as the flesh bloomed into a crimson red.
“Release her,” he commanded the trees. Creaking echoed as they obeyed the one who shared the powers of the priesthood. Carefully, they lowered her to the ground and Ilesbet crumbled upon the thick, soft grass. She still had not given herself to release. Günter lifted her and carried her to a long fallen tree, sitting upon it as he laid her damp body across his thighs. Her bottom trembled beneath his hand and he looked up to the sky.
“You only demand her release, but I choose the instrument. It will be my hand!” Günter yelled to the unseen gods, ignoring Ilesbet’s groan of protest. “She is mine and if you desire her pain, I shall give it to you. But it will be in the way of my choosing, not yours!”
“Don’t defy the gods, husband…” Ilesbet pleaded, feeling him position her bottom higher.
“I will defy them, and you. I will punish you as I deem necessary and yes,” he crashed his heavy hand against her tender creases of her upper thighs, hearing her scream out, “you will give them, and me, what is desired. Your submission.”
“Nooo!” she yelled, squirming beneath the cracks of his palm as he brought a
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