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assaulting him.”
Jessica shuddered in utter horror. “I… please, mercy,” she squeaked.
Viktor looked at her with sympathy. “But I feel you’ve been punished enough. However, it’s not my decision, it’s his.”
Jessica slowly turned toward the building, making great effort not to stretch her tender skin. There stood the innkeeper, and she again shivered. What would be his sentence?
“Sir, I-I am very— very —sorry for my words and actions toward you,” she said. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to make amends.”
Sergio stepped off the porch and came down to stand before her. “Yes, I feel she learn lesson. However, I have suggestion to further, ahhh, how you say, drive it home? Viktor, how about this: next month, during Easter celebration, the little one come here for day and work? If she do good job, all forgiven, if not, she get firm dose of my pomlázka.”
Viktor smiled. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Not only will she benefit from some old-fashioned work, but she’ll learn more about our culture and heritage.”
“What’s a pomlázka?” Jessica gasped.
“Do a bad job, and you’ll find out,” Viktor warned. “Now, hold still.”
Jessica was confused, but did as she was told, not wanting to do anything to further anger Mr. Monster-Man. The man’s strength was not to be believed. Jessica truly felt that he could arm wrestle Arnold Schwarzenegger, and win! Viktor pulled out a camera and snapped a quick couple of shots of Jessica. She wondered what that was all about.
“Very good. Now, let’s deal with your filthy mouth. Sergio, would you mind?”
He grinned, nodded, and headed back inside. Jessica was again confused, for a moment, and then she figured it out.
Oh, crap, not again .
She opened her mouth to protest, but then snapped it shut. Her ass was sending an urgent message to her brain: Shut up, I can’t take more! A moment later, he was back, soapy washcloth in hand, and she groaned in anticipation. He handed it to Viktor, and he promptly held it in front of Jessica’s mouth.
“Open,” he ordered.
Jessica cringed, but complied, and in it went. After that, Viktor took her by the elbow and marched her back to the home. Jessica sobbed and gagged the whole way; every step stretched her swollen and tender ass, and it didn’t help that Viktor was able to take great huge strides with every step. It took two of Jessica’s steps to equal one of his. She never thought she’d be grateful to see that miserable dump of a building again, but she was; it meant she would be able to spit out the horrid cloth. Viktor finally slowed his pace, as they headed inside and up the stairs. It seemed he was determined to draw this punishment out! Yet, finally came some relief: they got to the bathroom and Viktor removed the cloth.
“Now you may rinse,” he said. “After that, get to your room and into your work clothes.”
“W-w-work clothes?” Jessica said, and then bolted for a sink.
Viktor nodded, as Jessica rinsed. “Yes. What, did you think you’d gotten out of helping in the garden? Not at all. Here, all of our little girls help, everyone works, and so shall you. Is that clear?”
Jessica finished rinsing, spit out her last mouthful of water, and turned to look up at him. “Yes, sir,” she said softly.
After that, it was off to her room. Jessica shed her uniform and pulled on a simple t-shirt, and then got out some well-worn jeans. A full-length mirror was attached to the wall next to the dresser. She turned her back toward the mirror and gently eased down her panties a bit to inspect the damage. She was definitely going to be black and blue, and unable to sit for hours, maybe well into the next day. She then put on the jeans and very daintily slid them into position.
Oh, the pain.
Once her sneakers were on, she plodded, sadly and slowly, down the back stairs and out the door. The perky brats were working away, and there was Queen Chipper—Iva. She raced over
Jessica shuddered in utter horror. “I… please, mercy,” she squeaked.
Viktor looked at her with sympathy. “But I feel you’ve been punished enough. However, it’s not my decision, it’s his.”
Jessica slowly turned toward the building, making great effort not to stretch her tender skin. There stood the innkeeper, and she again shivered. What would be his sentence?
“Sir, I-I am very— very —sorry for my words and actions toward you,” she said. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to make amends.”
Sergio stepped off the porch and came down to stand before her. “Yes, I feel she learn lesson. However, I have suggestion to further, ahhh, how you say, drive it home? Viktor, how about this: next month, during Easter celebration, the little one come here for day and work? If she do good job, all forgiven, if not, she get firm dose of my pomlázka.”
Viktor smiled. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Not only will she benefit from some old-fashioned work, but she’ll learn more about our culture and heritage.”
“What’s a pomlázka?” Jessica gasped.
“Do a bad job, and you’ll find out,” Viktor warned. “Now, hold still.”
Jessica was confused, but did as she was told, not wanting to do anything to further anger Mr. Monster-Man. The man’s strength was not to be believed. Jessica truly felt that he could arm wrestle Arnold Schwarzenegger, and win! Viktor pulled out a camera and snapped a quick couple of shots of Jessica. She wondered what that was all about.
“Very good. Now, let’s deal with your filthy mouth. Sergio, would you mind?”
He grinned, nodded, and headed back inside. Jessica was again confused, for a moment, and then she figured it out.
Oh, crap, not again .
She opened her mouth to protest, but then snapped it shut. Her ass was sending an urgent message to her brain: Shut up, I can’t take more! A moment later, he was back, soapy washcloth in hand, and she groaned in anticipation. He handed it to Viktor, and he promptly held it in front of Jessica’s mouth.
“Open,” he ordered.
Jessica cringed, but complied, and in it went. After that, Viktor took her by the elbow and marched her back to the home. Jessica sobbed and gagged the whole way; every step stretched her swollen and tender ass, and it didn’t help that Viktor was able to take great huge strides with every step. It took two of Jessica’s steps to equal one of his. She never thought she’d be grateful to see that miserable dump of a building again, but she was; it meant she would be able to spit out the horrid cloth. Viktor finally slowed his pace, as they headed inside and up the stairs. It seemed he was determined to draw this punishment out! Yet, finally came some relief: they got to the bathroom and Viktor removed the cloth.
“Now you may rinse,” he said. “After that, get to your room and into your work clothes.”
“W-w-work clothes?” Jessica said, and then bolted for a sink.
Viktor nodded, as Jessica rinsed. “Yes. What, did you think you’d gotten out of helping in the garden? Not at all. Here, all of our little girls help, everyone works, and so shall you. Is that clear?”
Jessica finished rinsing, spit out her last mouthful of water, and turned to look up at him. “Yes, sir,” she said softly.
After that, it was off to her room. Jessica shed her uniform and pulled on a simple t-shirt, and then got out some well-worn jeans. A full-length mirror was attached to the wall next to the dresser. She turned her back toward the mirror and gently eased down her panties a bit to inspect the damage. She was definitely going to be black and blue, and unable to sit for hours, maybe well into the next day. She then put on the jeans and very daintily slid them into position.
Oh, the pain.
Once her sneakers were on, she plodded, sadly and slowly, down the back stairs and out the door. The perky brats were working away, and there was Queen Chipper—Iva. She raced over
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