Part 2
That night Darcie couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Meglin's red bottom, wondering how it felt. In fact, as she had walked back home with Meglin after they had seen the wizard's property, she had kept asking her friend questions about her experience:
Was she able to sit down after her punishment?
No.
How long was it before she could sit down?
About two days.
Did it still hurt when she sat down now?
Definitely.
Where her parents still angry with her? Were they going to spank her some more?
No, thing were fine now. Her parents felt (correctly!!!!!) that she had learned her lesson. As far as she knew (and hoped!!!!!!) she would not be receiving any further spankings.
Could she describe how her bottom felt?
Very sore. Hot. And it still stung!!
Would she ever pick any more of the wizard's sweetfruit?
Never. Never ever. Never ever ever.
Did she still have to sleep on her stomach?
Yes. It would be a few days yet before she could try another position.
Meglin hadn't minded being cross-examined by her friend and had understood her curiosity, at least to a point. During the seemingly endless stream of questions coming from Darcie, Meglin asked her if she was ever spanked herself. Darcie, blushing, had answered no - she had never received even a single smack on her backside.
Now as Darcie lay in bed alone in her home, memories of everything about Meglin's spankings - from the look and feel of her reddened cheeks to the answers she had given to Darcie's questions - filled her mind. Darcie kept thinking to herself, "How would it feel to be spanked like that?" Her attempts to suppress the desires she felt so wrong about were simply not working.
As she tossed and turned, her hand kept wandering downward, wanting to caress her sensitive areas as vague fantasies of being spanked kept invading her mind. She kept pulling her hand back again, not wanting to submit to the bad impulses. She thought, "I'm a good girl! I shouldn't have these thoughts!"
She got out of bed several times and walked around the room. Her emotions were driving her half crazy. A few times she was on the verge of tears and even felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand it! She knew she had to push that stuff out of her mind and just go to sleep!
Finally, after hours of battling with herself, she managed to fall asleep. Now, however, her defenses were down and the things she had kept pushing away roared into her dreams...
She was in the wizard's garden, having decided to take his delicious sweetfruit. Unlike her friend, Meggy, she wasn't satisfied with just taking a dozen or so. She was picking every single sweetfruit that was growing there. She was filling the huge sack she had brought along when she heard a voice.
"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?"
Darcie glanced up and saw the wizard, but ignored him and continued loading her sack.
"Young lady!"
Darcie refused to be interrupted - she wanted the sweetfruit and wasn't going to let anyone get in her way - including a wizard.
In her dream, her location changed. Now she was in the wizard's house, her pants and underwear pulled down, lying over his knee.
"Now you're going to get a spanking you'll never forget!" he told her.
She heard loud smacking sounds as his hand started descending upon her bare bottom hard and fast.
"You've been a very naughty girl and now you're going to get what you deserve!"
The spanking proceeded, and she knew it would continue for a long time. Her head started to swirl.
"You're going to be spanked until your entire bottom is as red as those sweetfruit you stole!"
"And when your spanking is finished, you're going to have to help me with the banquet I'm having this evening. I've invited around fifty guests. You'll be one of the food servers. As part of your punishment you'll be naked the entire time so everyone will see your red bottom and know what a naughty girl you've been!"
The swirling in her head intensified.
And right after the meal, in front of all the guests, I'm going to take you over my knee and give you another spanking. It'll be twice as long and hard as the one I'm giving you now!"
Darcie exploded.
She felt pleasure more intense than anything she had ever imagined. She moaned loudly as pulse after pulse of pure delight flooded her body. As she gradually regained awareness from her dream, she realized her hand was between her legs and was rubbing vigorously. She couldn't stop; she couldn't even conceive of stopping.
The carnal bliss continued as she became aware that she was outside her bed covers and that the bottoms of her sleepwear were down around her knees. She could hear herself moaning but, as with her hand that was hard at work, she had no control over her vocalizations.
She continued masturbating furiously. For once in her life she wasn't trying to suppress her feelings. The floodgates had opened and the waters had sprung forth.
Gradually the orgasm subsided, leaving Darcie breathless. She thought of getting up, but she needed to lie there just for a minute first. Her one hand, the supplier of her pleasure, was soaked. She just kept it between her legs. With her other hand she managed to pull her covers back up over her. She was very tired; she just couldn't drag herself out of bed. Instead, she curled into a fetal position - one hand between her legs, the other hand over her breasts, and her pajama bottoms still down at her knees - and fell fast asleep.
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It was just before sunrise when Darcie woke the next morning. As she recalled the events of the night, feelings of disgust and guilt overwhelmed her. How could she have let that happen??
She got out of bed, bathed, and dressed, all the while thinking about what had occurred and wondering what she should do. One thing she had learned growing up was that it was best to face one's problems head-on rather than trying to evade them. But how does one face something like this head-on?
She ate a little breakfast, then came to a decision. Her problems started when she and Meglin had walked to the boundary of the wizard's home. Thus, she'd go right back there. That was as close as she could get to facing her difficulties head-on. She had no idea what she'd do once she got there; she'd worry about that when the time came.
She put on a pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt suitable for walking through the woods, then added a heavy jacket - it was pretty cool that morning. Then she left the house and walked south.
She was able to find Meglin's secret trail without too much difficulty. Had she not already known exactly where it was, however, she would never have seen it. She turned onto the hidden path and followed it to the boundary of the wizard's land. Once there, she stopped to think.
"Now what?" she thought. "I'm facing my problem, the best I can at least, but what do I do next?"
The thought went through her mind that perhaps she should enter the wizard's property and steal some sweetfruit just like her friend had. Then she'd be spanked. It would be painful and embarrassing, but maybe it would cure her of her bad thoughts. Maybe it's exactly what she needed to get herself straightened out.
But she didn't like that idea. Not only was she worried about what the punishment would feel like, she also simply didn't like the idea of doing something she knew was wrong. She was no thief, and to resort to stealing to try to solve her problems would be no better than any other thief stealing for personal gain. No - she'd have to find another solution.
Sighing, she sat with her back against a tree. She was pretty tired; although she had slept soundly, she hadn't slept nearly long enough. Soon she started to feel drowsy. Not only was she drained from her night's adventures, but the jacket she had chosen was becoming a little too warm as the day progressed. The extra warmth made her feel cozy, and soon she fell asleep.
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When Darcie awoke, she felt disoriented. She was on her feet, which was odd, as the last thing she remembered was sitting with her back against a tree. As she blinked the sleep away, she looked around. One of the first things she noticed was a sweetfruit bush right in front of her. As she continued trying to clear the cobwebs and make sense of what happened, she realized she was holding a freshly picked sweetfruit in her hand. Then she noticed the wizard's house, much closer than it should be.
Now she understood. This hadn't happened since she was a little girl. She had sleepwalked!
Alarmed, she now realized exactly what had happened! While asleep, she had entered the wizard's land and picked a sweetfruit right off one of the bushes in his garden. She had to get out of there right away!!!!!
As she prepared to dash back toward the woods, she heard a voice say, "May I help you?" She turned quickly. Standing only a few feet away from her was Matheus the wizard.
This was all just a little too much for Darcie. She was still trying to clear the last vestiges of sleep from her mind, and she certainly hadn't completely come to grips with the situation she had surprisingly found herself in. Then on top of that, seeing the wizard standing there - Darcie was genuinely frightened. She instinctively prepared to toss the sweetfruit at the wizard and run.
Before she could act, however, Matheus said, "Darcella, isn't it?"
Hearing her name really surprised her. How on earth could the wizard know who she was? She relaxed just the slightest and looked at the wizard.
He was fairly tall, made to seem even more so by the vivid blue pointed hat he was wearing. His hat had many swirling lines and strange designs, all in silver. He was wearing a cloak of the same vivid blue as his hat, adorned with stars of red and gold. He had white hair and a long white beard. And then there were his eyes.
Darcie found herself looking deeply into the eyes of the individual whom she had just been ready to toss a piece of fruit at. There was great wisdom in his dark eyes, as if they contained the knowledge of many lifetimes. They were the eyes of someone of great strength of will; someone not to be trifled with. At the same time, there was warmth there, with just a hint of jocularity. But to Darcie, what was perhaps the most important thing was something she DIDN'T see in his eyes... anger. Not even a hint of it. She found that most reassuring.
Darcie was no longer frightened, although she was still quite nervous. She tried to talk then, about four different things - a confirmation that the wizard had her name right, that she was very sorry for intruding upon his lands, that she was very sorry for picking his sweetfruit, and that she had walked in her sleep - all at the same time. All that came out of her mouth were some odd noises.
Matheus smiled pleasantly at her and said, "Why don't we go inside and you can tell me all about it."
Darcie looked down at the sweetfruit in her hand and then up at the bush, as if she was trying to figure out a way of returning the sweetfruit from whence it came.
The wizard said, "It's OK, Darcie, you can bring it along with you." Then he put his hand around her upper arm and gently guided her toward the house.
Once inside, Matheus indicated a comfortable chair on which Darcie could sit, and then he sat down himself. Darcie made another attempt to talk, this time focusing on apologizing. As she blurted out a series of "I'm sorries", Matheus told her to just relax for a few minutes. Then he asked her if she'd like something to drink... sweetfruit juice, perhaps.
Darcie's ears perked up at that. Sweetfruit juice! She had never even heard of it. It sounded good though!
Soon Darcie's taste buds were in a state of total bliss as she sipped the incredible beverage. She felt much better now; after tasting the heavenly nectar it would have been hard for her to feel otherwise!
A few minutes later, much calmer now, Darcie explained what had happened. Matheus listened attentively, smiling as she tried to describe her surprise upon awakening after she had walked in her sleep!
After she finished talking, the wizard appeared to be deep in thought. Then he let out a small sigh and spoke.
"Well, Darcie, I don't want to distress you but I'm afraid there are certain rules I've established; they've been in place for many years. I'm tempted to make an exception in your case, as you had no intention of doing anything wrong, but I'm afraid I can't. Now please don't be upset, but I'm going to have to give you a spanking."
This was something Darcie had had in the back of her mind ever since she awoke in the wizard's garden with a sweetfruit in her hand. Thus, she wasn't surprised by his words, but she was extremely apprehensive. What made it especially difficult for her was her own conflicting desires. On the surface, the very last thing she wanted was to have her bottom smacked. But under the surface, and not very far under at that, it was something she wanted very badly. She found it hard to deal with the conflict; Darcie was ready to burst into tears.
"Relax, Darcie! Calm down!" the wizard told her. "It won't be that bad, I promise you. I understand you didn't deliberately do anything wrong so I'll take it easy on you!"
Hearing his reassurances and again looking deeply into his eyes, Darcie calmed down enough so that she didn't start bawling, but there was still one thing in particular on her mind she was frantically anxious about. She recalled that Meglin had been spanked on her bare bottom, and she was afraid that's what was going to happen to her. She'd be horribly embarrassed by that! In fact, she was contemplating bolting for the door.
"What's wrong, Darcie?" the wizard asked.
Darcie couldn't speak. She couldn't ask the wizard the question that was bothering her.
"Just trust me, Darcie," the wizard said. "It'll be OK."
Darcie watched Matheus carefully as he walked up to her and held his hand out. Almost automatically, she took it. He then guided her over to another chair and sat in it. Darcie's breathing was a little ragged. She was waiting for the words she dreaded... a command for her to pull her pants and undergarment down!! She couldn't do that!!!!
But her fears never developed into reality. All Matheus said was, "Now lie down over my lap please." Darcie felt tremendous relief, strange considering the circumstances - she was about to experience the first spanking of her life! With a tangle of mixed emotions, Darcie did as she was told.
She felt the wizard's arm press down against her lower back, holding her in place. A thrill of excitement wove itself through her feelings of apprehension. The wizard patted her bottom a few times, then began her spanking.
Matheus's hand landed on her left cheek; this was the first time she had ever received a smack on her bottom. It made a fairly loud noise, surprising her a little, but it hardly hurt at all. Her thick pants, designed for outdoor wear, provided her with a great deal of insulation. Just as she was feeling the mild sting of this first smack, another one landed, this time on her right cheek.
The wizard settled into a steady rhythm, switching back and forth between her two cheeks. He wasn't spanking Darcie particularly hard, but had she not been allowed to keep her pants up she would have been feeling a pretty fair sting. As it was, the experience really wasn't unpleasant. Had Darcie allowed herself to relax on his lap and let her true feelings free, she actually would have been enjoying it.
Now that Darcie was no longer worried about her pants being pulled down she became more aware of the situation she was in - lying over the wizard's lap with her bottom sticking in the air. Her face reddened as she thought about it. Still, all things considered, this experience wasn't that bad at all. Matheus had told her the truth when he told her it would be OK.
She wondered how long he'd spank her. She could feel her bottom getting warm, and the stinging had increased. She hoped the wizard wouldn't tell anyone he had spanked her! That would be pretty embarrassing. On the other hand, she'd have to tell Meglin. It was only fair - after all, her friend had told her about her punishment in great detail! She didn't want anyone else to know, however!
"Just a little longer," Matheus told her.
Darcie, realizing her punishment would soon be over, started thinking about what she'd do after she was off his lap. The first thing that came to mind was the sweetfruit she had picked; she wondered if he'd let her keep it!
Her bottom was definitely warm now, and although the stinging was still pretty mild, it was getting a little uncomfortable. It was at that point the spanking stopped. Matheus said, "OK, all done!" and lifted his arm from her back. Then he gave her bottom a couple of pats and said, "You can get up now."
Darcie got to her feet. She convinced herself she felt relieved, but what she actually felt she kept carefully buried... disappointment. That part of her which she worked so hard to repress had really wanted a more memorable experience. Regardless, though, she was feeling an awfully lot better now than she had when she first woke up and encountered the wizard!
Matheus got a small bag for the sweetfruit that Darcie had picked. She was extremely happy he was allowing her to keep it! He walked outside with her; they both walked over to his garden.
"Darcie," Matheus said, "there's something you need to understand."
Despite their proximity to a sweetfruit bush, he had Darcie's full attention.
"If you would happen to trespass on my land a second time, your spanking will be a good deal longer and harder. I don't want to scare you; I just want you to be aware of that! OK?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Good girl! Now, why don't you pick two more sweetfruit to take along with you?"
Darcie, smiling broadly, looked up at Matheus for confirmation. He smiled back and nodded. Darcie carefully picked two more of the exquisite fruits and put them in her bag.
The wizard walked with Darcie to the edge of his property, then bid her goodbye. Darcie headed for home.
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Shortly after Darcie got home, Meglin stopped by to see her. Darcie filled her in on what had happened, her face growing very hot as she spoke. A few times Meglin looked oddly at her and appeared to be on the verge of asking a question, but she instead remained silent and just listened to her friend's account.
Then after Darcie had completed her tale, Meglin asked her, "Do you think you'll pick any more of the wizard's sweetfruit?" It seemed like an innocent enough question, and in fact was one of the questions that Darcie had asked her just recently. Meglin had a specific reason for asking it, though.
"No! Of course not!! That's a stupid question!!" Darcie had become angry. That was most unusual - Darcie almost never got angry with Meglin.
"I'm sorry Darcie! I didn't mean to upset you!" Meglin said.
Darcie instantly calmed down and apologized to her friend. Meglin told her not to worry about it and admitted that it was kind of a dumb question for her to ask. After that the two girls began talking about other things. But Meglin now had the answer to the question she really had... the one she couldn't ask directly.
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It was starting out to be another difficult night for Darcie. The mild spanking she had received that day made things even worse than they had been the prior night, after Meglin had told her about her spankings from the wizard and her parents. Darcie's mind was filled with thoughts about getting her bottom repeatedly smacked and there was nothing she could do to drive those thoughts away. She struggled and struggled, having a monstrous battle with herself. As with the previous night, she was finally able to get to sleep, at which point she had another dream...
Darcie was walking north through the woods, heading back to her house. She was proudly holding her prize - the wizard's blue pointed hat! She looked down at it, marveling at the intricate silver designs which seemed to emanate strange power. It almost felt as if the hat was vibrating in her hands! She smirked, thinking, "I'll bet the wizard won't be very happy when he can't find his hat!"
She was nearing the northern border of the woods when she decided to try it on. She was sure it would be too big for her, though. Holding the brim with her hands on both sides of the hat, she put it on her head. She expected it to go down over her eyes, but it didn't. In fact, it seemed to fit her perfectly. She then let go of the hat and put her hands back down.
Or tried to. She couldn't let it go!! She tried harder, but to no avail - both her hands were stuck onto the brim as if they were glued fast! There she was in the woods with both her hands over her head holding onto the stolen hat!
She decided to take the hat off her head. But she couldn't do that either - it was stuck fast to her head too! No amount of struggling helped. She was going to look absolutely ridiculous walking out of the woods and back to her house with the blue pointed hat on her head and her hands clutching onto it! Oh well, it couldn't be helped. She started walking.
There was a loud 'poof!!!' which made her jump. She quickly looked around, but didn't see anything. The air was different though - it was really drafty all the sudden. It was then she realized all her clothes had vanished! Every stitch of them!!
Now what was she supposed to do??? She obviously couldn't walk back to her house like that!!! She didn't have a choice - she'd have to go back to the wizard's house. She'd be awfully embarrassed, and she was sure he'd punish her severely for stealing his hat, but there was nothing else she could do. She turned to walk back south to the wizard's property.
The hat tugged her in the opposite direction. She tried harder, but it wouldn't let her walk back toward the wizard's land. It was tugging her north, toward the border of the woods.
Well she apparently wasn't going to be able to return to the wizard's house, but there's no way she was going to leave the woods, either. Not stark naked with her hands stuck over her head!!! As she stood there wondering what to do, she saw a stick a few feet long lift itself up off the forest floor. She watched in astonishment as it floated toward her. Then it moved around behind her and...
*SMACK*
"Ouch!!!"
The stick had given her a swat on her bare bottom.
*SMACK*
Another swat.
Automatically she tried to move away from her strange chastiser. The only direction the hat would allow her to go, however, was north. She quickly started walking in that direction.
Realizing she was headed in the one direction she absolutely couldn't go, she stopped.
*SMACK*
"Ouch!!!"
She began moving forward again.
In this manner she was driven right to the edge of the woods. Anytime she tried to stop she received a firm smack on her backside. But now she was out of room! She couldn't go forward because she'd be out in the open in her village, naked as the day she was born for all to see!
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
But the stick insisted she proceed, and with her bottom getting sorer and sorer she had to obey. She exited the woods and walked out into the open.
Fortunately she didn't see anyone there! All she could do was hope no one saw her as she walked to her house! She had a little distance to go, though.
Now that she was out in the open, as she proceeded forward the stick started giving her smacks at regular intervals, as if to keep her moving along. She tried to stop once, but it expressed its displeasure by giving her a series of harder swats in rapid succession! With no other options she continued toward her house, really, really hoping that no one saw her!
Her luck held - there wasn't a soul in sight. That was actually surprising; she wondered where everyone had gone.
Then she remembered. Today was the summer harvest festival! Everyone would be in the village square. What luck!
Finally her nerve-racking walk was at an end - she had reached her house. Now she'd go inside and try to figure out how to get herself free from the wizard's hat! But when she tried to turn toward the door to her house, the hat tugged her away and she got some extra smacks from the stick. Now what???
As she submitted to the hat and stick, she soon realized where they were guiding her - right to the center of the village where everyone would be!!!
No amount of struggling on her part helped. Her bottom was getting very sore and the hat simply wouldn't allow her to move in any other direction. As she continued getting stinging smacks on her naked rear end, she proceeded toward the village square.
As she got closer she saw a large group of people. Just as she had feared, every single inhabitant of her village was there. She felt a light breeze against her skin, making her even more acutely aware of her complete lack of apparel. Most inconveniently, her hands remained over her head, stuck to the hat.
Soon she was in among all the people. Everyone was staring at her in astonishment. To add insult to injury, as she walked along she was still getting swats from the stick, right in front of the whole village!
In the very center of the square she saw the wizard. He was sitting on a chair, looking right at her. "Uh oh," she thought.
Her best friend was standing right next to him. When she saw Darcie she giggled. "Thanks a lot, Meggy," Darcie thought.
As she got closer, she saw that Meglin had something in her hand. It was a small paddle! Meglin smiled at Darcie and smacked the paddle into the palm of her other hand. Meglin's face registered surprise and discomfort as she yelped, "Yeeooowwchhh!"
Frowning, Meglin shook her stinging hand, then gave the paddle to the wizard. "Here, use this," she said. "It works really well! It'll really teach her a lesson!!" The wizard thanked her.
Darcie's head started to swirl.
She was almost up to the wizard now. He was examining the paddle carefully, smiling and nodding his head with satisfaction.
Then she was standing right next to him. The stolen wizard's hat gave her an extra hard tug and she found herself lying over his lap, her naked bottom in the air for everyone to see. She watched as the stick floated down to the ground and remained there, its mission accomplished.
"Now young lady, it's time for your punishment!" the wizard declared.
The swirling in Darcie's head intensified.
"I hope you're comfortable! You're going to be lying there for quite some time. I'm going to spank you for the rest of the day!"
She felt a tremendous stinging smack on her bottom. It would be the first of many, many more to come.
The swirling in her head turned into insane blasts of blinding pleasure. Her moans and half-screams filled the night. She couldn't think; she could only feel. She was dimly aware that her fingers were frantically massaging her hidden regions; they continued as if they had a mind of their own.
As was the case with the previous night, she didn't try to resist. It would have been impossible, anyway, like trying to cork an erupting volcano. She was in the higher planes of heaven, inundated with raw sexual rapture. She was losing her mind; she didn't care.
Gradually the orgasm released her. As reality came back into focus she realized her pajama bottoms had again somehow worked their way down to her knees. As she curled into a fetal position just as she had the previous night, one thought kept going through her mind, over and over again: "I need another spanking... I need another spanking... I need another spanking..."
Darcie fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
That night Darcie couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Meglin's red bottom, wondering how it felt. In fact, as she had walked back home with Meglin after they had seen the wizard's property, she had kept asking her friend questions about her experience:
Was she able to sit down after her punishment?
No.
How long was it before she could sit down?
About two days.
Did it still hurt when she sat down now?
Definitely.
Where her parents still angry with her? Were they going to spank her some more?
No, thing were fine now. Her parents felt (correctly!!!!!) that she had learned her lesson. As far as she knew (and hoped!!!!!!) she would not be receiving any further spankings.
Could she describe how her bottom felt?
Very sore. Hot. And it still stung!!
Would she ever pick any more of the wizard's sweetfruit?
Never. Never ever. Never ever ever.
Did she still have to sleep on her stomach?
Yes. It would be a few days yet before she could try another position.
Meglin hadn't minded being cross-examined by her friend and had understood her curiosity, at least to a point. During the seemingly endless stream of questions coming from Darcie, Meglin asked her if she was ever spanked herself. Darcie, blushing, had answered no - she had never received even a single smack on her backside.
Now as Darcie lay in bed alone in her home, memories of everything about Meglin's spankings - from the look and feel of her reddened cheeks to the answers she had given to Darcie's questions - filled her mind. Darcie kept thinking to herself, "How would it feel to be spanked like that?" Her attempts to suppress the desires she felt so wrong about were simply not working.
As she tossed and turned, her hand kept wandering downward, wanting to caress her sensitive areas as vague fantasies of being spanked kept invading her mind. She kept pulling her hand back again, not wanting to submit to the bad impulses. She thought, "I'm a good girl! I shouldn't have these thoughts!"
She got out of bed several times and walked around the room. Her emotions were driving her half crazy. A few times she was on the verge of tears and even felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand it! She knew she had to push that stuff out of her mind and just go to sleep!
Finally, after hours of battling with herself, she managed to fall asleep. Now, however, her defenses were down and the things she had kept pushing away roared into her dreams...
She was in the wizard's garden, having decided to take his delicious sweetfruit. Unlike her friend, Meggy, she wasn't satisfied with just taking a dozen or so. She was picking every single sweetfruit that was growing there. She was filling the huge sack she had brought along when she heard a voice.
"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?"
Darcie glanced up and saw the wizard, but ignored him and continued loading her sack.
"Young lady!"
Darcie refused to be interrupted - she wanted the sweetfruit and wasn't going to let anyone get in her way - including a wizard.
In her dream, her location changed. Now she was in the wizard's house, her pants and underwear pulled down, lying over his knee.
"Now you're going to get a spanking you'll never forget!" he told her.
She heard loud smacking sounds as his hand started descending upon her bare bottom hard and fast.
"You've been a very naughty girl and now you're going to get what you deserve!"
The spanking proceeded, and she knew it would continue for a long time. Her head started to swirl.
"You're going to be spanked until your entire bottom is as red as those sweetfruit you stole!"
"And when your spanking is finished, you're going to have to help me with the banquet I'm having this evening. I've invited around fifty guests. You'll be one of the food servers. As part of your punishment you'll be naked the entire time so everyone will see your red bottom and know what a naughty girl you've been!"
The swirling in her head intensified.
And right after the meal, in front of all the guests, I'm going to take you over my knee and give you another spanking. It'll be twice as long and hard as the one I'm giving you now!"
Darcie exploded.
She felt pleasure more intense than anything she had ever imagined. She moaned loudly as pulse after pulse of pure delight flooded her body. As she gradually regained awareness from her dream, she realized her hand was between her legs and was rubbing vigorously. She couldn't stop; she couldn't even conceive of stopping.
The carnal bliss continued as she became aware that she was outside her bed covers and that the bottoms of her sleepwear were down around her knees. She could hear herself moaning but, as with her hand that was hard at work, she had no control over her vocalizations.
She continued masturbating furiously. For once in her life she wasn't trying to suppress her feelings. The floodgates had opened and the waters had sprung forth.
Gradually the orgasm subsided, leaving Darcie breathless. She thought of getting up, but she needed to lie there just for a minute first. Her one hand, the supplier of her pleasure, was soaked. She just kept it between her legs. With her other hand she managed to pull her covers back up over her. She was very tired; she just couldn't drag herself out of bed. Instead, she curled into a fetal position - one hand between her legs, the other hand over her breasts, and her pajama bottoms still down at her knees - and fell fast asleep.
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It was just before sunrise when Darcie woke the next morning. As she recalled the events of the night, feelings of disgust and guilt overwhelmed her. How could she have let that happen??
She got out of bed, bathed, and dressed, all the while thinking about what had occurred and wondering what she should do. One thing she had learned growing up was that it was best to face one's problems head-on rather than trying to evade them. But how does one face something like this head-on?
She ate a little breakfast, then came to a decision. Her problems started when she and Meglin had walked to the boundary of the wizard's home. Thus, she'd go right back there. That was as close as she could get to facing her difficulties head-on. She had no idea what she'd do once she got there; she'd worry about that when the time came.
She put on a pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt suitable for walking through the woods, then added a heavy jacket - it was pretty cool that morning. Then she left the house and walked south.
She was able to find Meglin's secret trail without too much difficulty. Had she not already known exactly where it was, however, she would never have seen it. She turned onto the hidden path and followed it to the boundary of the wizard's land. Once there, she stopped to think.
"Now what?" she thought. "I'm facing my problem, the best I can at least, but what do I do next?"
The thought went through her mind that perhaps she should enter the wizard's property and steal some sweetfruit just like her friend had. Then she'd be spanked. It would be painful and embarrassing, but maybe it would cure her of her bad thoughts. Maybe it's exactly what she needed to get herself straightened out.
But she didn't like that idea. Not only was she worried about what the punishment would feel like, she also simply didn't like the idea of doing something she knew was wrong. She was no thief, and to resort to stealing to try to solve her problems would be no better than any other thief stealing for personal gain. No - she'd have to find another solution.
Sighing, she sat with her back against a tree. She was pretty tired; although she had slept soundly, she hadn't slept nearly long enough. Soon she started to feel drowsy. Not only was she drained from her night's adventures, but the jacket she had chosen was becoming a little too warm as the day progressed. The extra warmth made her feel cozy, and soon she fell asleep.
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When Darcie awoke, she felt disoriented. She was on her feet, which was odd, as the last thing she remembered was sitting with her back against a tree. As she blinked the sleep away, she looked around. One of the first things she noticed was a sweetfruit bush right in front of her. As she continued trying to clear the cobwebs and make sense of what happened, she realized she was holding a freshly picked sweetfruit in her hand. Then she noticed the wizard's house, much closer than it should be.
Now she understood. This hadn't happened since she was a little girl. She had sleepwalked!
Alarmed, she now realized exactly what had happened! While asleep, she had entered the wizard's land and picked a sweetfruit right off one of the bushes in his garden. She had to get out of there right away!!!!!
As she prepared to dash back toward the woods, she heard a voice say, "May I help you?" She turned quickly. Standing only a few feet away from her was Matheus the wizard.
This was all just a little too much for Darcie. She was still trying to clear the last vestiges of sleep from her mind, and she certainly hadn't completely come to grips with the situation she had surprisingly found herself in. Then on top of that, seeing the wizard standing there - Darcie was genuinely frightened. She instinctively prepared to toss the sweetfruit at the wizard and run.
Before she could act, however, Matheus said, "Darcella, isn't it?"
Hearing her name really surprised her. How on earth could the wizard know who she was? She relaxed just the slightest and looked at the wizard.
He was fairly tall, made to seem even more so by the vivid blue pointed hat he was wearing. His hat had many swirling lines and strange designs, all in silver. He was wearing a cloak of the same vivid blue as his hat, adorned with stars of red and gold. He had white hair and a long white beard. And then there were his eyes.
Darcie found herself looking deeply into the eyes of the individual whom she had just been ready to toss a piece of fruit at. There was great wisdom in his dark eyes, as if they contained the knowledge of many lifetimes. They were the eyes of someone of great strength of will; someone not to be trifled with. At the same time, there was warmth there, with just a hint of jocularity. But to Darcie, what was perhaps the most important thing was something she DIDN'T see in his eyes... anger. Not even a hint of it. She found that most reassuring.
Darcie was no longer frightened, although she was still quite nervous. She tried to talk then, about four different things - a confirmation that the wizard had her name right, that she was very sorry for intruding upon his lands, that she was very sorry for picking his sweetfruit, and that she had walked in her sleep - all at the same time. All that came out of her mouth were some odd noises.
Matheus smiled pleasantly at her and said, "Why don't we go inside and you can tell me all about it."
Darcie looked down at the sweetfruit in her hand and then up at the bush, as if she was trying to figure out a way of returning the sweetfruit from whence it came.
The wizard said, "It's OK, Darcie, you can bring it along with you." Then he put his hand around her upper arm and gently guided her toward the house.
Once inside, Matheus indicated a comfortable chair on which Darcie could sit, and then he sat down himself. Darcie made another attempt to talk, this time focusing on apologizing. As she blurted out a series of "I'm sorries", Matheus told her to just relax for a few minutes. Then he asked her if she'd like something to drink... sweetfruit juice, perhaps.
Darcie's ears perked up at that. Sweetfruit juice! She had never even heard of it. It sounded good though!
Soon Darcie's taste buds were in a state of total bliss as she sipped the incredible beverage. She felt much better now; after tasting the heavenly nectar it would have been hard for her to feel otherwise!
A few minutes later, much calmer now, Darcie explained what had happened. Matheus listened attentively, smiling as she tried to describe her surprise upon awakening after she had walked in her sleep!
After she finished talking, the wizard appeared to be deep in thought. Then he let out a small sigh and spoke.
"Well, Darcie, I don't want to distress you but I'm afraid there are certain rules I've established; they've been in place for many years. I'm tempted to make an exception in your case, as you had no intention of doing anything wrong, but I'm afraid I can't. Now please don't be upset, but I'm going to have to give you a spanking."
This was something Darcie had had in the back of her mind ever since she awoke in the wizard's garden with a sweetfruit in her hand. Thus, she wasn't surprised by his words, but she was extremely apprehensive. What made it especially difficult for her was her own conflicting desires. On the surface, the very last thing she wanted was to have her bottom smacked. But under the surface, and not very far under at that, it was something she wanted very badly. She found it hard to deal with the conflict; Darcie was ready to burst into tears.
"Relax, Darcie! Calm down!" the wizard told her. "It won't be that bad, I promise you. I understand you didn't deliberately do anything wrong so I'll take it easy on you!"
Hearing his reassurances and again looking deeply into his eyes, Darcie calmed down enough so that she didn't start bawling, but there was still one thing in particular on her mind she was frantically anxious about. She recalled that Meglin had been spanked on her bare bottom, and she was afraid that's what was going to happen to her. She'd be horribly embarrassed by that! In fact, she was contemplating bolting for the door.
"What's wrong, Darcie?" the wizard asked.
Darcie couldn't speak. She couldn't ask the wizard the question that was bothering her.
"Just trust me, Darcie," the wizard said. "It'll be OK."
Darcie watched Matheus carefully as he walked up to her and held his hand out. Almost automatically, she took it. He then guided her over to another chair and sat in it. Darcie's breathing was a little ragged. She was waiting for the words she dreaded... a command for her to pull her pants and undergarment down!! She couldn't do that!!!!
But her fears never developed into reality. All Matheus said was, "Now lie down over my lap please." Darcie felt tremendous relief, strange considering the circumstances - she was about to experience the first spanking of her life! With a tangle of mixed emotions, Darcie did as she was told.
She felt the wizard's arm press down against her lower back, holding her in place. A thrill of excitement wove itself through her feelings of apprehension. The wizard patted her bottom a few times, then began her spanking.
Matheus's hand landed on her left cheek; this was the first time she had ever received a smack on her bottom. It made a fairly loud noise, surprising her a little, but it hardly hurt at all. Her thick pants, designed for outdoor wear, provided her with a great deal of insulation. Just as she was feeling the mild sting of this first smack, another one landed, this time on her right cheek.
The wizard settled into a steady rhythm, switching back and forth between her two cheeks. He wasn't spanking Darcie particularly hard, but had she not been allowed to keep her pants up she would have been feeling a pretty fair sting. As it was, the experience really wasn't unpleasant. Had Darcie allowed herself to relax on his lap and let her true feelings free, she actually would have been enjoying it.
Now that Darcie was no longer worried about her pants being pulled down she became more aware of the situation she was in - lying over the wizard's lap with her bottom sticking in the air. Her face reddened as she thought about it. Still, all things considered, this experience wasn't that bad at all. Matheus had told her the truth when he told her it would be OK.
She wondered how long he'd spank her. She could feel her bottom getting warm, and the stinging had increased. She hoped the wizard wouldn't tell anyone he had spanked her! That would be pretty embarrassing. On the other hand, she'd have to tell Meglin. It was only fair - after all, her friend had told her about her punishment in great detail! She didn't want anyone else to know, however!
"Just a little longer," Matheus told her.
Darcie, realizing her punishment would soon be over, started thinking about what she'd do after she was off his lap. The first thing that came to mind was the sweetfruit she had picked; she wondered if he'd let her keep it!
Her bottom was definitely warm now, and although the stinging was still pretty mild, it was getting a little uncomfortable. It was at that point the spanking stopped. Matheus said, "OK, all done!" and lifted his arm from her back. Then he gave her bottom a couple of pats and said, "You can get up now."
Darcie got to her feet. She convinced herself she felt relieved, but what she actually felt she kept carefully buried... disappointment. That part of her which she worked so hard to repress had really wanted a more memorable experience. Regardless, though, she was feeling an awfully lot better now than she had when she first woke up and encountered the wizard!
Matheus got a small bag for the sweetfruit that Darcie had picked. She was extremely happy he was allowing her to keep it! He walked outside with her; they both walked over to his garden.
"Darcie," Matheus said, "there's something you need to understand."
Despite their proximity to a sweetfruit bush, he had Darcie's full attention.
"If you would happen to trespass on my land a second time, your spanking will be a good deal longer and harder. I don't want to scare you; I just want you to be aware of that! OK?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Good girl! Now, why don't you pick two more sweetfruit to take along with you?"
Darcie, smiling broadly, looked up at Matheus for confirmation. He smiled back and nodded. Darcie carefully picked two more of the exquisite fruits and put them in her bag.
The wizard walked with Darcie to the edge of his property, then bid her goodbye. Darcie headed for home.
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Shortly after Darcie got home, Meglin stopped by to see her. Darcie filled her in on what had happened, her face growing very hot as she spoke. A few times Meglin looked oddly at her and appeared to be on the verge of asking a question, but she instead remained silent and just listened to her friend's account.
Then after Darcie had completed her tale, Meglin asked her, "Do you think you'll pick any more of the wizard's sweetfruit?" It seemed like an innocent enough question, and in fact was one of the questions that Darcie had asked her just recently. Meglin had a specific reason for asking it, though.
"No! Of course not!! That's a stupid question!!" Darcie had become angry. That was most unusual - Darcie almost never got angry with Meglin.
"I'm sorry Darcie! I didn't mean to upset you!" Meglin said.
Darcie instantly calmed down and apologized to her friend. Meglin told her not to worry about it and admitted that it was kind of a dumb question for her to ask. After that the two girls began talking about other things. But Meglin now had the answer to the question she really had... the one she couldn't ask directly.
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It was starting out to be another difficult night for Darcie. The mild spanking she had received that day made things even worse than they had been the prior night, after Meglin had told her about her spankings from the wizard and her parents. Darcie's mind was filled with thoughts about getting her bottom repeatedly smacked and there was nothing she could do to drive those thoughts away. She struggled and struggled, having a monstrous battle with herself. As with the previous night, she was finally able to get to sleep, at which point she had another dream...
Darcie was walking north through the woods, heading back to her house. She was proudly holding her prize - the wizard's blue pointed hat! She looked down at it, marveling at the intricate silver designs which seemed to emanate strange power. It almost felt as if the hat was vibrating in her hands! She smirked, thinking, "I'll bet the wizard won't be very happy when he can't find his hat!"
She was nearing the northern border of the woods when she decided to try it on. She was sure it would be too big for her, though. Holding the brim with her hands on both sides of the hat, she put it on her head. She expected it to go down over her eyes, but it didn't. In fact, it seemed to fit her perfectly. She then let go of the hat and put her hands back down.
Or tried to. She couldn't let it go!! She tried harder, but to no avail - both her hands were stuck onto the brim as if they were glued fast! There she was in the woods with both her hands over her head holding onto the stolen hat!
She decided to take the hat off her head. But she couldn't do that either - it was stuck fast to her head too! No amount of struggling helped. She was going to look absolutely ridiculous walking out of the woods and back to her house with the blue pointed hat on her head and her hands clutching onto it! Oh well, it couldn't be helped. She started walking.
There was a loud 'poof!!!' which made her jump. She quickly looked around, but didn't see anything. The air was different though - it was really drafty all the sudden. It was then she realized all her clothes had vanished! Every stitch of them!!
Now what was she supposed to do??? She obviously couldn't walk back to her house like that!!! She didn't have a choice - she'd have to go back to the wizard's house. She'd be awfully embarrassed, and she was sure he'd punish her severely for stealing his hat, but there was nothing else she could do. She turned to walk back south to the wizard's property.
The hat tugged her in the opposite direction. She tried harder, but it wouldn't let her walk back toward the wizard's land. It was tugging her north, toward the border of the woods.
Well she apparently wasn't going to be able to return to the wizard's house, but there's no way she was going to leave the woods, either. Not stark naked with her hands stuck over her head!!! As she stood there wondering what to do, she saw a stick a few feet long lift itself up off the forest floor. She watched in astonishment as it floated toward her. Then it moved around behind her and...
*SMACK*
"Ouch!!!"
The stick had given her a swat on her bare bottom.
*SMACK*
Another swat.
Automatically she tried to move away from her strange chastiser. The only direction the hat would allow her to go, however, was north. She quickly started walking in that direction.
Realizing she was headed in the one direction she absolutely couldn't go, she stopped.
*SMACK*
"Ouch!!!"
She began moving forward again.
In this manner she was driven right to the edge of the woods. Anytime she tried to stop she received a firm smack on her backside. But now she was out of room! She couldn't go forward because she'd be out in the open in her village, naked as the day she was born for all to see!
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
But the stick insisted she proceed, and with her bottom getting sorer and sorer she had to obey. She exited the woods and walked out into the open.
Fortunately she didn't see anyone there! All she could do was hope no one saw her as she walked to her house! She had a little distance to go, though.
Now that she was out in the open, as she proceeded forward the stick started giving her smacks at regular intervals, as if to keep her moving along. She tried to stop once, but it expressed its displeasure by giving her a series of harder swats in rapid succession! With no other options she continued toward her house, really, really hoping that no one saw her!
Her luck held - there wasn't a soul in sight. That was actually surprising; she wondered where everyone had gone.
Then she remembered. Today was the summer harvest festival! Everyone would be in the village square. What luck!
Finally her nerve-racking walk was at an end - she had reached her house. Now she'd go inside and try to figure out how to get herself free from the wizard's hat! But when she tried to turn toward the door to her house, the hat tugged her away and she got some extra smacks from the stick. Now what???
As she submitted to the hat and stick, she soon realized where they were guiding her - right to the center of the village where everyone would be!!!
No amount of struggling on her part helped. Her bottom was getting very sore and the hat simply wouldn't allow her to move in any other direction. As she continued getting stinging smacks on her naked rear end, she proceeded toward the village square.
As she got closer she saw a large group of people. Just as she had feared, every single inhabitant of her village was there. She felt a light breeze against her skin, making her even more acutely aware of her complete lack of apparel. Most inconveniently, her hands remained over her head, stuck to the hat.
Soon she was in among all the people. Everyone was staring at her in astonishment. To add insult to injury, as she walked along she was still getting swats from the stick, right in front of the whole village!
In the very center of the square she saw the wizard. He was sitting on a chair, looking right at her. "Uh oh," she thought.
Her best friend was standing right next to him. When she saw Darcie she giggled. "Thanks a lot, Meggy," Darcie thought.
As she got closer, she saw that Meglin had something in her hand. It was a small paddle! Meglin smiled at Darcie and smacked the paddle into the palm of her other hand. Meglin's face registered surprise and discomfort as she yelped, "Yeeooowwchhh!"
Frowning, Meglin shook her stinging hand, then gave the paddle to the wizard. "Here, use this," she said. "It works really well! It'll really teach her a lesson!!" The wizard thanked her.
Darcie's head started to swirl.
She was almost up to the wizard now. He was examining the paddle carefully, smiling and nodding his head with satisfaction.
Then she was standing right next to him. The stolen wizard's hat gave her an extra hard tug and she found herself lying over his lap, her naked bottom in the air for everyone to see. She watched as the stick floated down to the ground and remained there, its mission accomplished.
"Now young lady, it's time for your punishment!" the wizard declared.
The swirling in Darcie's head intensified.
"I hope you're comfortable! You're going to be lying there for quite some time. I'm going to spank you for the rest of the day!"
She felt a tremendous stinging smack on her bottom. It would be the first of many, many more to come.
The swirling in her head turned into insane blasts of blinding pleasure. Her moans and half-screams filled the night. She couldn't think; she could only feel. She was dimly aware that her fingers were frantically massaging her hidden regions; they continued as if they had a mind of their own.
As was the case with the previous night, she didn't try to resist. It would have been impossible, anyway, like trying to cork an erupting volcano. She was in the higher planes of heaven, inundated with raw sexual rapture. She was losing her mind; she didn't care.
Gradually the orgasm released her. As reality came back into focus she realized her pajama bottoms had again somehow worked their way down to her knees. As she curled into a fetal position just as she had the previous night, one thought kept going through her mind, over and over again: "I need another spanking... I need another spanking... I need another spanking..."
Darcie fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.