Episode 8
Adventures in Pantyland

Perfect Penalty

Pasha renders me brainless. Oscar watches from the sidelines as she carefully lifts me up and carries me into my own living room. I am lost as to my destiny and have all but surrendered my will. My robe slips open once again, on the way in, but shame no longer calls my attention to it. Instead, the cool air on my nipples awakens me to Pasha’s sisterly gaze. She tenderly lays me on the cushions of my couch and plays at the edge of the pink lace panties she so recently gave me to put on in the hall. Oscar’s presence remains partly in my conscience as I hum and babble to Pasha’s rhythmic caressing of my belly.

Part of me wonders if I am sick. Why is she taking care of me? Why is he watching over me? Succumb, BECOME. Her words echo and I let the questions go.

I want to be seduced to sleep. These adventures have brought me to utter exhaustion and I begin to doze. I dream of jungle lands and Garlemon pulling me towards him. I relax in my dream. I know it is a dream and I feel relief. As I sink into his body, the jungle heat beats on my back and shoulders. His muscles swell against my soft flesh….SLAP

I am jarred awake with a shock of pain. My orientation barely within grasp. Still the living room but now I am lying across someone, gazing down at those light blue toenails. The lap I lay across is scratchy. The gritty weave of the cloth has my skin sensitized. SLAP.

A hand comes down on my bottom with a biting force. My panties are pulled down just enough for me to feel the SLAP on my skin. I try to turn my head. To see who spanks me. But the truth is I know. Its perfect. Weird. Awful. OSCAR.

Pasha’s egg shell toes roll on the carpet as each smack cracks the air like broken glass. She towers above, my guardian angel/prison guard. A drip of glistening goo slides slowly down her thigh and knee.

I like watching it. The moments are slow with anticipation and sensation. I hear the dust in the air, the breath of my plants. Long gaps grow between the beats of my heart

"I feel ashamed." I whisper to Pasha’s feet. Glad for the lack of eye contact. Enjoying and cringing from the outside in simultaneously.
"Silly girl," Pasha coos, "Silly, silly girl."

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"The only thing better than Love in the afternoon…is Punishment in the morning." Oscar chuckles in his hoity toity way. I don’t know why but his nasty tone catches me by lusty surprise, my tush lifting up like a reindeer in heat!

"Mmmmm" I respond, "I mean OUCH."