Doubling down on his position, he slaps your hands from the collar of his jacket. Rising to his feet, you realise how petite you are now, and how much bigger Hangman is.
He overpowers you, pulling you close, "I'll forgive you for a kiss...." he suggested. You can only squirm in his grip, his beefy arms encircling not just your body, but arms too, keeps them pinned to your side.
"Let her go." Doc's tone harsher this time.
"She insulted me!" Hangman objects. Doc shrugged indifferent to the slight. His grip loosen. It's only once his arms are fully withdrawn that you can take a step back.
The anger is clear on his face, and frankly you half-wish you'd given him a kiss, and ended this tension. Part of you know it wouldn't have ended there.
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You miss what Hangman said to the other bikers to save face. But, this time one arm shot out, snaking around your waist. He easily pulls you to the table edge, the impact driving the air from your lungs. As his grip shifts, rising up your back, he keeps applying pressure until you're pressed flat to the table top. Bent ninety degrees, and never having felt more vulnerable and overwhelmed.
Wanting to kick and scream, but too afraid to. You freeze, as you feel Hangman's pull the hem of your red dress high, revealing your full ass. Whistles and whoops of appreciation make you want to flee the scene, but your vision only blurs as you find tears of frustration leaking out.
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Knowing, dreading what's coming next, you try to brace yourself. Snatches of Hangman's bravado slip back, just words like punishment..., and learn her place...
Too quickly for you to ready yourself, you feel the sting of Hangman's hand, as he spanks you. Six blows, alternating between each exposed cheek. You warble and shriek your pain for the amusement of the gang.
Whether that was the end of the punishment, or he wanted to do more, the punishment ended. Blinking your eyes clear of tears, you spotted Doc was standing right beside Hangman, the fury on his face crystal clear. He wasn't going to be undermined as a leader.
With his grip eased, you struggled back upright, smoothing your dress back down to cover the red hand prints that burn on your ass cheeks. You fled past the witch who humbled you, and race into the kitchen.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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