Author's Notes: Here is the moment you have all been waiting for...I guess.. Here is Amunet's punishment... I have included a second Author's Note at the end of this chapter so get excited to read through!

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Akefia looked down at Amunet, she was no longer struggling against him but she kept her head down, awaiting his next move. Although he would enjoy whipping her senselessly for all the trouble she had caused him in the past few days, Amunet stirred just the faintest feeling of reluctance in doing so.

"Fortunately for you, I don't feel like going through all the trouble of untying you, just to bind you again outside so I can whip you properly. However, this does not exclude you from any punishment, and if you want to avoid going outside I suggest you behave."

Amunet looked up at him, slightly confused but too tired to fight him on whatever he had in mind for her. She knew that if he wasn't going to hurt her, badly, he had something else in mind that was equally degrading, if not more so. She nodded her head sadly, keeping her eyes on the ground in between her legs, even as she felt his hands caress her face again.

"My beautiful Amunet, you thought you could escape, how sad it is that you failed," he said, brandishing his knife out and resting the cold blade on her cheek. "Are you ready to be punished?" he asked, lifting the blade off of her and leaning back onto his knees.

She knew she should respond, but couldn't muster the willpower to answer that particular question as she felt his eyes burning into her.

He chuckled while he crawled behind her, grabbing onto the rope that connected her ankles behind the pole, causing her to sit up straighter. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her ear, "I'll take that as a yes," he said in a low, husky voice. His hands snaked around her body, touching her soft curves with the blade still in his right hand. Suddenly his hands ghosted over her breasts, which sent shivers down her spine as he lingered there. The rope that bounded her upper body to the pole, was wrapped just above and underneath her breasts, which she realized that he must have done for the sole purpose of whatever he was planning. Suddenly she felt the restriction on her ankles release, as he cut the rope in one swift motion. She tried to move her legs in front of her, but they were too numb to do so without being in a great deal of pain. She felt his hands on her again, gently touching her thighs and moving to her hips which he grabbed, pulling them closer so her back pushed against the pole. She noticed her breathing had increased, as well as her inability to calm herself as his left hand ran up her body, all the way to her wrists. Squeezing them, Amunet winced in pain as his right hand dragged the tip of his knife up the right side of her body, before cutting into the rope that bound her wrists. He made quick work of the rope, the fibers that frayed off fell occasionally into her lap while she continued to stare at the ground.

"Don't get any ideas now, there is always more rope my dear," he said directly into her neck, nuzzling it. He placed his lips onto her neck, breathing deeply in order to savor her smell. He ran his lips over the pulse on her throat, forcing him into a state in which he had to drop his knife and grab her throat. His fingers wrapped around, tightening slightly, as her breathing became labored while he rubbed his face against the side of her head. "I can almost smell the blood rushing through your veins Amunet, I must admit, I'd love to take a taste," he whispered almost imploringly.

The only rope which kept Amunet tied to the pole was the very rope that lingered tightly around her chest.

"Please," she begged in her lowest possible voice.

"Please, what? You don't think that I'm done, do you?" Akefia responded in a mocking tone.

Amunet bit her lip in annoyance, as she registered the fact that there was nothing preventing him from doing whatever he wanted with her. With that, Akefia brought the blade back up, sliding it underneath the last few ropes, finally freeing her from the pole. She slumped forward, desperate to stretch out in whatever manner she could possibly muster. Laying down on her stomach, Amunet managed to straighten her legs, before a feeble attempt to get up was completely stopped when his foot pushed her back into the ground.

"Did I say you could get up? And if I were you, I'd answer this time," he said smugly.

"No Master," she responded quickly. As she expected, the pressure on her back was released and his feet were soon directly in front of her.

"Look at me," Akefia managed to say, softly.

Although met with some difficulty, Amunet strained her neck to gaze up at him, instantly regretting it. His eyes burned through her maliciously, enjoying the face full of fear and dread that looked up at him so hopelessly. He reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her with him as he moved to the chair towards the back of the tent. Amunet was forced to crawl on her hands and knees as he pulled on her makeshift leash, burning her scalp as she tried to keep up. She felt the direction of her hair shift, as he sat down on the chair while continuing his hold. He gathered her hair at the top of her head, holding it with one hand as his other hand pulled her face in his direction.

"Now, you can accept your punishment, or you can fight me. Which is it?" he asked in a bored tone, taking his time with his words as Amunet's eyes darted from the table, riddled with knives, back to his face.

Amunet took a deep breath after a moment of contemplation, replying with a sad, "I accept your will."

Akefia grinned before wrapping her hair around his hand like a bandage, yanking her up and off her knees, before bending her over his own. As Amunet struggled to adjust her breasts more comfortably over his leg in her new position, she felt the smooth silk of her skirt being pulled up, much to her own embarrassment. She wanted to protest whatever he was doing or planning on doing, but before she even dared to mutter a word, his hand came down hard on her bare ass. She screamed and he yanked her hair tighter as she felt the stinging become more unbearable with each second that passed.

"I'm sorry, were you going to say something my dear?" Akefia said leaning into her ear as much as the position would allow. He had been dying to teach her a lesson for some time now, and out of all the ways he had considered over the years, he always found himself lingering on the thought of Amunet's petite body thrown over his knee and spanking her until she screamed and begged for him to stop. He tried to keep the lust in his voice to a minimum, as he knew that he might lose himself to his desire at any moment, and taking her for himself. Not yet, he thought to himself before bringing his hand down on her once more, causing her to arch her back as she groaned loudly. "I didn't think so," he said in the mocking tone she hated so much. "You accepted your punishment, right?" he inquired while tracing his fingers lightly over the area that was now rushing red with blood. "You know," he said, not waiting for her response, "I love how pale you are, it gives me a little more of a rush seeing where exactly I hurt you-" pausing before he raised his hand. "Like here," he bellowed as his hand smacked her once more. Amunet tried to not scream but couldn't help another groan escape her mouth. "You see, you want to misbehave like a child, I will be more than happy to treat you like one," he spoke quietly before smacking her in the same spot once more, making her wince and grab on to his leg tightly.

"Starting to really burn now isn't it?" he inquired with the grin on his face more prominent than ever. He continued hitting her backside with as much consistency to drive Amunet mad, her groans now slowly turning into quiet screams that she tried her best to contain. He felt her small hands grip his leg tighter each time his hand came down, which he allowed, much to his already insurmountable pleasure in carrying out her punishment. "Now," he said pausing to smack her in between each word, "This time will you behave?" He stopped to admire the very red handprints that had formed on her cheeks, tracing his fingers around them, and making her shudder as she adjusted to the last wave of pain rolling through her body. With her head still pulled back from the hair he had yet to release, she tried to spare a glance at him, but his arm was in the way. She sighed, not knowing how to proceed other than a, "Yes Master," which she said with as much dignity as she could muster. She heard him chuckle, hoping that this was the end of her punishment, her ass was stinging badly and it felt as though he had managed to break skin with the final few hits.

"Why do I have some difficulty in believing that? Hm?" he asked, tugging on her hair slightly. She was completely at his mercy, especially with the position she had been forced into. Amunet could feel her heart beating out of her chest, mostly out of fear, lest he hit her again. After everything she had been through, especially given the past few days with him, Amunet was too tired to fight anymore. Maybe he'd get bored with her and leave her alone if she could just comply with his requests. She knew he could wrangle her any which way he desired, and provoking him in the manner that she had, made Amunet feel as though she should be grateful that he hadn't taken her outside to whip her. She was too strong to cry, but she had to respond before she tried his patience any more.

"I don't know, my King," she whispered softly.

A few seconds passed after she spoke, she prepared herself for the worst when she felt his hand unwrap itself from her hair, releasing her head forward. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling the tension in her neck disappear as hands moved to her skirt, gently grabbing the fabric and covering her red marks.

"Get on your knees in front of me," he said in a tone that she had never heard out of his mouth before. Although she felt stiff, she obediently removed herself from his lap, facing him but keeping her head down. She winced when she eased back onto her legs, but remained silent nonetheless. His hands were suddenly on her face, caressing it softly while her eyes remained glued to the ground.

"I don't think you're going to give me anymore trouble, are you?"

Amunet felt as though she were melting into his touch, feeling suddenly drowsy the more he caressed her despite the rough texture to his fingers. Her voice stuck in her throat, all she could do was shake her head slightly, blushing from the way Akefia was touching her. After a few moments of silence, his hands now brushing her hair delicately off of her face, he suddenly spoke,

"You care to prove that?"

Amunet's eyes widened as he began to laugh maniacally.

Author's Notes:

Well, I suppose that was only Part One of Amunet's Punishment. Next chapter will be Part Two, and it just might end up a little more citrusy.