The Storyteller (8 page)

Julia recoiled, marveling at how Erbmoh knew of this and dreading what it would feel like on her naked body. The hair brush was bristled, with a dark brown back and handle, much like the one she had felt when her father forced her imaginary friend from reality back into her imagination.

“Go,” Erbmoh commanded. “The more you wait the madder I am going to get and I will make it worse for you.”

Julia no longer staggered as the shock of finding Erbmoh in her home, if not the effects of his magical eyes, had completely drained the alcohol from her system. She was totally awake and alert as she went up the stairs to the bathroom. Clicking on the light, she went to the sink and opened one of the drawers. There was the monster, looking hard and menacing.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ohhhhhhhhhh!”

“Tell me he isn’t real!”

“Ow! Ow!”

“Tell me he isn’t real!”

Back then she had been spanked into admitting her playmate was imaginary, and now the opposite was proving true. Something told her she had passed out and was just having a bad dream after all. A night at The Pentagram could cause such things, especially when topped with the depression over her break up.

She looked at herself in the mirror, realizing she was still attractive though tired and frazzled. She seemed to think so. If not, why had her old friend come back?

“Get that brush and get down here!” Erbmoh screamed from below. “I know you’re trying to delay the inevitable!”

With a sudden shudder, Julia inched her way out of the bathroom and back down the stairs, leaving the light on as she did. The brush felt heavy in her hand. She feared what was to come.

“Give it to me,” Erbmoh commanded.

Taking the harsh implement of discipline, he sat down on the sofa and looked hard at his old friend.

Without being told, Julia bent down to sprawl across Erbmoh’s lap, knowing what was expected of her. Above, Erbmoh sounded much like her father from way back in time.

“Soon you will learn a lesson.”

With her hands, she grasped the sofa pillow in front of her and prepared for the worst.

“This will make you believe,” Erbmoh whispered. “This will make you wish you never denied the truth.”

Julia pressed her legs tightly together and was totally still. Erbmoh put his left hand across her bare back to hold her in place and felt her shiver as he did so. Slowly, he raised the brush and brought it down hard against her butt cheeks. Jerking, with her mouth wide open like a sea bass going after a meal, she recoiled from the blow, but made no noise. What emitted was a silent scream of shock and pain.

The second blow came down hard against the right side of her ass and he watched the dark spot materialize. This time she shouted aloud and started crying.

“Take it like a big girl,” Erbmoh dictated. “Am I real?”“

“Yes!” Julia yelled, hoping to divert herself from further punishment. “I know you’re real! Holy shit, but you’re real!”

“I don’t believe you,” Erbmoh replied. “You will have to do better than that!”

“Noooo!”

Erbmoh gave her eight more whaps, working his way down to her thighs. Each strike left a reddish blotch on her ass cheeks and soon her butt was dark pink.

“Owyhee!”

“Owyhee, nothing,” Erbmoh sneered. “This is just the start.”

Examining his handiwork, he watched as her ass reddened even further, relishing the damage he had done. By now, Julia was sobbing, yet this would not dissuade him from his duty.

“I still do not think you believe,” he hissed.

“I believe! I believe! I believe!”

Julia’s voice was a frenzied ambulance siren. Moving, she tried to cool her aching butt as best she could, but her torturer forced her back down hard against his legs.

“Quit squirming. That only makes it worse. It won’t do any good. Only believing will do good.”

“I believe,” she whimpered.

“You’re lying again!”

“Please. I believe. I’m sorry I said you weren’t real!”

“This spanking is real enough, isn’t it!” he probed. “You’re gonna see how real I am when I’m done with you. I just wish your father was alive to see this.”

“Waaaaaaaaa!”

The cry was like that of a very young girl once more. Had anyone else heard her, Julia would have felt ridiculous. Again she said it, then again.

“Waaaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaa! Oh God, it hurts! Oh God, it hurts!”

Ignoring her cries, Erbmoh retaliated with a savage series of spanks, pounding her upturned and beet red bottom indiscriminately. The pace was much faster and the pain delivered was torturous. The young woman kicked, bolted and rocked on his lap, trying everything she could to find protection from the blows, but there was none to be had. Her fingers dug deeply into the pillow as the blasting continued, for she knew if she moved them across her radish red derrière to try to ward off the hits, Erbmoh would become all the more ruthless.

“Waaaaaaaaa! Oh, no! Oh, please! I believe in you! No more! No more! Oh God, it hurts!”

Once again, Erbmoh stopped to appraise his handiwork, looking down at the welted mass of red that had been Julia’s beautiful bottom just moments before.

“Please,” she begged. “Please. Please. Please. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.”

Erbmoh resumed the ordeal. This time he alternated in his attack, whacking first the right cheek and then the left. Her backside had long since turned from dark pink to red. Each whap flattened her ass with the impact. She cried all the more, but to no avail. As she struggled and yelled, Erbmoh went about his work with relentless enthusiasm, enjoying what he was doing.

“You should have never denied me, girl. Now I have to make you believe.”

Julia kicked her legs to relieve the pain, but Erbmoh was prepared. Every time she made such a motion, he waited for her to buck upward to deliver another hard whack to one of her cheeks and drive her down.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

As she cried, Julia noticed something that had never happened when she and her imaginary friend were small. His manhood was there, harder and thicker than anything on this planet. She felt it beneath his clothes and in doing so, gasped at the sensation.

While she had been doing all her frantic motioning, she had exposed her pussy. In the commotion, she continued to rub against his lap. The feel of her hairy snatch pressing against him evidently sparked the same reaction it would on a mortal man from Seattle.

“We aren’t done yet,” Erbmoh declared. “We still have a lot more to go.”

“Noooo!”

“Yes,” came the commanding reply.

“Nooooooooooo!”

Julia’s objection was met with another wicked series of spanks. As he resumed whacking her butt cheeks, her ass was the sorest looking shade of red anyone could have imagined. Not even the discipline her father had given her way back when matched this. Her rear was crimson all over, forming a major contrast to her back and legs. It was then Erbmoh drew things to a close.

To end the spanking, Erbmoh landed a final and incredible fifty whacks, only pausing a few seconds between each merciless strike. Julia struggled in panicked form on his lap as she tried to avoid the smacks, but it was all to no avail.

When she finally stood up, crying as hard as a baby, she dashed upstairs to the bathroom, rubbing her butt with both hands. Erbmoh followed, shouting as he did.

“Now do you believe in me? Now do you believe?”

When he entered the bathroom, he found her looking at herself in a full length mirror and inspecting the damage. Her bottom looked like a pair of giant plums, festered from the spanking she had been given. The sight of what had been done to her made her cry all the more, and Erbmoh looked at her without compassion.

“Go back down the stairs and lie on the sofa until you stop crying,” he commanded. “Do it or I’ll spank you again.”

As she walked past him, he delivered one final blow to her ass that caused her to leap in pain.

“Get moving.”

“Oh, it hurts!” she screamed. “Owwww! My butt hurts!”

Her voice was hard to make out as she was sobbing so incredibly, but Erbmoh knew it was not time to comfort her just at this moment. He had plans.

Silently, he waited, watching from the middle of the staircase as Julia tumbled upon the sofa, rubbing her ass as furiously as she could. This, however, did little to relieve the bruising that was already taking place. Her marks were vivid and looked to be increasing in color rather than decreasing after the spanking had finished.

“You hurt my butt,” she protested repeatedly to him as she continued to rub the soreness out as best she could. “You hurt my butt. You hurt my butt.”

“You told your father the same thing,” Erbmoh reminded her.

“Owwwwwwww,” came the only extended response. “Owwwwwwwwwwww!”

Folding his arms, Erbmoh gave a menacing gaze at the marked girl, and he desperately tried to look like a stern parent who just finished disciplining his daughter for what he deemed her own good.

“When you get hold of yourself, all you have to do is say I’m real and you believe in me. Then I will show you what I really came here for.”

“Did you have to spank me?” Julia objected. “Did you really have to do this?”

“No,” Erbmoh said causally. “No, but I wanted to.”

This brought another shriek from Julia, as she pounded her fist into the sofa, hoping this would relieve the pain. The rubbing hadn’t worked well.

“While you’re doing that, let me tell you about some of the things I can do,” he announced, stepping down to the bottom floor of the house. “Where’s that purse of yours? Oh, I see it.”

Erbmoh went to the spot where her purse had been dropped and opened it. He found her billfold, and within was what he assumed was a photo of the jilting Sammy.

“This is the asshole who left you?” he questioned. “Well, you won’t need this. Your old boyfriend, and I do mean old boyfriend, from way back is here now.”

Julia was still sniffling and groaning, with her eyes and face nearly as red as her roasted rump.

“You hurt my ass terrible,” she whined out. Her words were becoming tangible again. “You broke my butt.”

“Oh, get up and go stand in the corner,” Erbmoh spat out. This was to make a point.

Julia refused, which brought down the visitor’s wrath again. Yanking her up by the arm, he half shook and half dragged her to an empty corner of the house and shoved her into it.

“This is what bad girls get, and from now on no more rubbing or I’ll use the brush again!”

“Nooooooooooo,” Julia objected.

Erbmoh’s voice was stern once more.

“Then stand there and be still. I have a few more things to do.”

Going to the kitchen, he found the wall phone and dialed a number. From the other end a sleep-drunk male voice finally answered.

“What the hell is the idea of waking me up at this hour!” the voice shouted.

“Is this Samuel?” Erbmoh wisped into the phone, but his voice was that of Julia’s. “Is that you, Sammy? If it is, then take the shit out of your ears and get this. You listen real careful to me.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

Still pirating Julia’s voice, Erbmoh gave him his answer.

“I want to tell you I’m back with my old boyfriend, and hell’s truth is he’s a better lay than you will ever be, you dick licking piece of shit. Furthermore, he’s gonna kick your ass for me or burn your apartment down when you and your whore are in it, if either of us ever hear your names or see you again. Fuck you! Fuck that slut you left me for! May you both get sick and die together! I hope you both die of cancer of the asshole, and I never want to see you again!”

For emphasis, Erbmoh did not hang up, but ripped the phone right out of the wall.

Hearing the chaos, Julia turned to face him with a horrified look. It was not so much having Sammy told where to go, but the noise of her phone being destroyed.

“I needed that,” she shouted.

“Not where we’re going,” Erbmoh responded softly.

It was then Julia’s face took on a look of bewilderment, in spite of the burning pain tearing still through her lower body. Her hands were on her ass once again, but the rubbing was now making things hurt worse.

“You don’t even have to dress either,” Erbmoh instructed. “Don’t worry about any of the things you were worried about until I came to you this night. Trust me with it all. I have this under control.”

Julia tilted her head like an owl, looking at him with a face that spoke total confusion.

“Put your hands down and turn around,” he instructed. “Let me see what that butt looks like.”

“I really hurt badly,” Julia said as she turned around and placed her hands at her sides.

Julia had indeed been well-spanked, far more severely than her father had done before.

“So you believe I am real?” Erbmoh asked.

Julia turned to him and sniffled up her last tear.

“How could I not? This hurts worse than anything I ever felt in my life.”

Once more, she started to cry. Just when she thought the waterworks had dried up, they were back with a vengeance.

“It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.”

She was jumping up and down like she had done when given the hair brush long before. The tears continued to flow.

“It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.”

“No it doesn’t,” Erbmoh declared, and he waved his hand.

Suddenly the pain went away.

“If you look at your ass, you’ll see it is nice and white once more, like nothing ever happened at all.”

Reaching behind her back, Julia felt herself and she was able to touch her rear without discomfort. They were cool again, rather than flaring with fire.

“How did you do that?”

“I told you I was real,” he said in a gentle voice. “Remember how we used to play together before we were forced apart? Well, now that we’re grown, I have some new games to show you.”

Julia turned to her clothes piled by the sofa.

“I would like to dress first, even if you say I don’t have to.”

Erbmoh nodded, watching as she put on her underpants and pants. Next came her bra and shirt, then finally her socks and shoes.

“Know what?”

Julia shook her head.

“Welcome to Horecod,” Erbmoh roared like a politician making a decree, or cutting the ribbon, or opening a new store. “Say hello to your new home and so long to this place.”