Repercussions
Yayyyy! It's finally here. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Please excuse the errors that might be prevalent due to my rush to get this written and posted for you all. I hope it's not too distracting and you enjoy it all the same.
As you all know, who having been reading and following the story, this is the chapter of Addy's punishment. Merle is mean and possessive. He is an asshole to put it mildly. Although, there are reasons behind this, mainly, fear, he is still undeniably mean. This story is not for everybody. Please read and heed to the warnings!
WARNING: There is harsh SPANKING of an adult female by an adult male with a switch in this chapter. There is possessive behavior, dominance, elements of humiliation and M. Harsh and crude language, swearing, references/descriptions of rape and sexual acts. If you prefer gentle and tenderness you are going to be gravely disappointed. If this is not your thing, don't read please, you will not like it.
In all of her panic, Addy managed to hit the back of her heel on a pesky root making her stumble back and wobble to regain her balance. Merle took two hasty steps forwards as he shot his hand out and snatched her bicep in rigidly firm hold, steadying the young woman on her feet. Addy let out a loud gasp feeling her heart stop in her chest as Merle's stiff fingers constricted around her bicep like an iron clamp. Fear jolted through her as he yanked her forcefully feeling head jerk back then forward roughly.
The young woman scrambled and tripped over her feet and before she could get her bearings or even steady herself, she felt stomach crash into the hard leather seat of Merle's Harley. An 'oof' escaped her lips feeling the air leave her lungs as her stomach caved into the stiff leather. The heat of the once running engine radiated off the bike onto her jean covered thighs. The smell of oil, gas and old leather filled her nostrils as she pressed her forearms against the seat awkwardly not wanting to drape them over the bike where there was nothing to grab onto to steady herself.
Addy felt Merle's stiff calloused fingers slipped into the back of her high-waisted jeans. He gripped the thick fabric roughly and jerked upwards pulling the snug light-washed jeans tautly against her hindquarters. The center seam of the thick fabric pushed between her cheeks further revealing the perky round target. Merle pressed his weighty forearm down on her lower back forcing the woman to bend further over the seat of the bike securing her firmly in place.
Addy let out a gasping whimper feeling her stomach compress hard against the firm leather making her bottom jut out even further.
"Please, no." Addy begged pitifully; her voice small with fearful anticipation knowing her pleas were a waste of breath on the man's stubborn and cold will.
Merle briskly stepped to side of her bent frame shaking the flexible switch in his solid grip with an agitated impatience. Then, without pause, Merle swung the switch down sharply against her protruding bottom. Addy gasped in her throat as she attempted to jerk her torso upwards feeling the intense concentrated stripe bite and burn against the center of her bottom. Before Addy had much time to comprehend the first lick, three more followed in quick procession hearing the switch cut sharply through the air as it thwacked against her displayed backside. The penetrating sting was shocking making Addy's fingers stiffen and grip at the leather seat as she attempted to twist and jerk her hips from side to side.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Addy complained as she kicked up one of her legs instinctively.
Merle paused letting the stinging bite of the switch sink into her flesh.
"Ya got some balls, little girl." Merle growled tightly in a deep daunting tone that was not complimentary in the slightest. He was not praising her boldness, but merely pointing out her stupidity which, now, Addy was feeling wasn't too far off the mark. Her whole reason for going turned out to be no reason at all as Eric's letter was nothing more than deceptive ruse to get her to meet him. She allowed her soft heart to foolishly get the better of her naïvely believing she could handle herself in the situation, grossly underestimating Eric's intentions. She blinded herself to the fact that there was still decency in the man, but she was wrong, foolishly, and catastrophically wrong. And what was worse, was not only did she not accomplish anything of what she expected, but now she was bent over Merle's prized bike getting a switching for her troubles which she was finding out to be much more distressing than she could've imagined. How could a skinny twig hurt this much?
"Ya go and steal my truck." Merle spat his raspy vocals rumbling deeply in his throat as he brought the switch down harshly just under the undercurve of her jutted cheeks.
"Ah!" Addy jerked her pelvis forward into the bike's stiff leather seat feeling her knees give way slightly as the branch bit fiercely cutting right through her jean.
"My FUCKING truck!" Merle reiterated his voice elevating heatedly with exasperation. He swooshed the switch down again to punctuate the point he was trying to make which was that he was fucking pissed. Not taking much care with his aim, the branch landed on the soft area of her upper left thigh which shocked her sensitive nerve endings making it the worst lick yet.
"Ahuh!" Addy cried kicking her leg back up in an attempted to lessen the biting sting which she was coming to find out was utterly useless.
"Sneakin' off like some reckless dumbass ta go meet with that little sack of shit?" Merle questioned accusingly. His riled voice heated and condemning. "Ya gone and forgot what he done ta ya? Huh?" Merle snapped roughly feeling his heavy chest blossom with a fearful anger, frustrated and baffled by the woman's ill-fated choices. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.
Addy felt her heart constrict as a rawness built up in her throat feeling the stinging slashes on her backside burned into her skin. Of course, she remembered, vividly, what he had done and wouldn't soon forget it. Yet, all the same, she still chose put her trust in the vile man caring for him regardless which was both distressing and disturbing to the young woman's rationality. And the worst of it was she could not convince herself to feel otherwise despite it being clearly wrong and hazardous to her wellbeing. Addy gulped down a wad of saliva feeling herself fill with a self-loathing shame as she cursed her merciful nature, which, sure as hell, didn't do her any favors in this situation making her feel weak, naive and just plain foolish.
Merle gritted his teeth feeling his jaw muscles twitch in agitation his scowl smoldering deeper into the hard lines of his expression. His fists constricted painful tight around the switch and the waistband of her jeans as her silence provoked an irritation against his already heated nerves.
"I asked ya fuckin' question, little girl, and better damn well answer me or I'm gonna break this switch over yer ass till the fuckin' cows come home." Merle threatened with an unyielding bite to his tone that suggested he meant every word. He pulled the switch eagerly back ready to whip it down harshly over her ass if she did not open her mouth quick enough for his liking.
Addy's chest constricted harshly in alarm at his threat fully believing the angry man's words. The switch was grievously painful and Addy did not want to even imagine the agony it could inflict if Merle whipped it down continuously without pause. She was not sure she could bear it.
"I-he, he said he was gonna kill himself and I, I,…" Addy confessed in a regretful and dejected tone feeling her voice crack in distress and shame finding it difficult to express why she did what she did.
"And ya fuckin' believed that lyin' piece of shit?!" Merle shouted in angry astonishment, his brows frowning into a deeply cross scowl. Frustrations jolted against his nerves as her reasoning for meeting him came to light which did little to calm Merle's outrage, in fact, a whole newfound rage came crashing over him.
Who gave a flying fuck if the piece of shit ended himself? He sure as hell wouldn't! The dumbass would be doing the world a favor, in Merle opinion, and if the bastard didn't do it himself, Merle would gladly oblige. Kill himself? What a load of horse shit! That little selfish sack of shit wouldn't have the balls to tap out anyway. Men like Eric were manipulative cowards in every shape and form and Merle found himself intensely regretting not just killing the son of bitch outright. He not only manipulated Addy, but he used her innocent compassionate character against her like evil coward. The fact that Addy was taken advantage of infuriated Merle which, ultimately, disturbed him into a newfound distress. If Addy would go out of her way for this sack of shit, what other reckless and thoughtless things might she do to put herself in needless danger? An unexpectedly powerful feeling of anxiety and fear came over him like a title wave.
"I'm-I'm sorry." Addy stammered out pitifully dipping her head down in shame and embarrassment. Tears were beginning to line her careworn eyes as her emotions were rising to the surface brought out by the dreadful sting of the switch. A grave disappointment came over her as she tried to wrap her head around her pardoning feelings and rash actions. Everything about her just all seemed so wrong and it was confusing, frustrating, and downright distressing.
"Yer sorry?" Merle scoffed in disbelief not having much pity to give the reckless woman who put herself in such a shitty situation. It was hard for Merle to even fathom thinking the way Addy did and just couldn't wrap his experienced mind around her stupid and reckless behavior. Anyone with any sense would have seen the danger and not put themselves in harm's way. But Addy? No. It appeared she was cast in a different mold altogether and was uncommonly different then any woman Merle has ever met. She put her compassion over her safety, jeopardizing herself for an undeserving bastard, sticking her neck out for him to use and abuse her again like she was worth the peril.
What kind of stupid fucked up martyr shit was this?! He did not understand it nor he would he accept or tolerate it with any ounce of his being. According to Merle's way of thinking, it was just plain ludicrous and unjustifiably wrong, the kind of wrong that could get you killed and that was not going to happen to this little selfless pain in the ass, not on his watch, that was for damn sure.
"Ya done lost yer damn mind, girl. He coulda fucked ya and had his way with ya. Bloodied ya and beat ya into one big walkin' sore. Ya coulda screamed and cried yer little ass off out 'ere and no one would hear ya. Is that what ya wanted, girl? Was it?" Merle barked roughly, his word heated and gruff as he reminded Addy of the reality of what could have befallen on her due to her rash decision.
Merle felt his tense muscles spasm and jolt as he expressed the dreadful outcome out loud. The very thought of such things being done to Addy provoked an intense and unmatchable outrage which he had never quite experienced before. It was targeted and immensely potent lined with an overprotectiveness of worry and attachment.
"No." Addy whimpered despondently pressing her face into the side of her arm in disgrace. Regardless of her senseless actions she did want to be used despite putting herself in a dangerous position for it. She just wanted closure, a decent end to a horrible situation, she wanted to believe the best in the man she used to have an affection for and she wanted freedom and relief from her grievances. She wanted to believe there was good in all of this so badly that she innocently turned a blind eye to the danger of it all which was a crying shame.
Merle jerked his fist harshly upwards on Addy's waistband making the young woman bounce up onto the balls of her feet feeling the thick denim seam of her jeans pull sharply in between her cheeks and at the base of her crotch. Addy sucked in a breath of discomfort and alarm feeling the course fabric chafe and pull against her swelling cheeks.
Not wasting any time, Merle swooshed the switch down mercilessly, striping her backside with sharp purposeful thwacks randomly covering her bottom with a relentless penetrating sting. The bite of the switch was dreadful as each lick produced a concentrated stripe that sunk and burned into her flesh. Addy's feet kicked up instinctively, alternating from foot to foot, as she attempted to wiggle and squirm wildly, struggling to turn her hips side to side desperate to get away from the severe incessant pain. However, Merle's muscular arm kept firm pressure on her lower back holding the young woman in place making her endure every tormenting lick, giving her no ounce of reprieve or relief. She was completely at his mercy which, unfortunately for Addy, was in short supply at the moment.
Addy cried out at the shocking pain, gasping, hissing, and howling at the horrid sting that was lighting a fire over her squirming backside. The pain was damn near unbearable as Merle was relentlessly whipping down the switch with such persistence Addy barely had time to breath. It was shocking and mindboggling just how excruciating a small flexible stick could be on one's backside, especially in the hands of one scared and angry man.
When Merle abruptly creased his swinging arm, Addy gasped out trying to collect more air in her lungs as she gripped onto the motorcycle's seat. Tears sprung up in her eyes as she felt the lingering stinging stripes across her bottom blossom and spread seeping through the surface of her tender flesh making it smart and throb horribly. She could precisely feel each inflamed line throbbing and crossing over her heated bottom blooming into one big stinging mess.
"Yer damn lucky I found ya when I did. Cause a switchin's a hell of a lot better than gettin' raped, face fucked, and sodomized by a fuckin' lowlife piece of shit. Ain't it?" Merle asked bluntly harsh not mincing his words in the slightest wanting her to picture the foulness and the cruelty of what could have happened to her due to her impulsive actions. He did not have the patience nor the temperament at the moment to pussyfoot around his words nor was he obliged to. Laying it out for her straight might hopefully pernitrate her stubborn mind into thinking about her wellbeing for a change. The situation Addy got herself into was not something to take lightly and he was not the civilized mannerly type who had the time for nicety and bullshit. These were the consequences of fuck around and find out.
"Ain't it?" Merle snapped irritation edging his cross tone as he tightened his grip on the switch having no problem spanking answers out of her if that's what she wanted.
"Yes." Addy mumbled despairingly feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment as hot miserable tear slid down her face at the crude reality. He was essentially saying that she should be grateful for the agonizing spanking he was giving her instead of receiving the horrible alternative. Both were shitty means to an end, but it was true, one was sure as hell shittier than the other.
But admitting that embarrassing hard truth that getting her ass spanked with a switch was better than getting raped was not only humiliating and mortifying to the young woman, but it made her feel like nothing more than reckless immature teenager rather than a woman with any intelligence or dignity. Because, essentially, it was true. Her actions did not depict a woman of responsibility and good judgement, but rather a naive careless child making the punishment seem detestably and demeaningly fitting. And that made Addy feel downright humbled to the point of shame. Deep down there was a part of her that felt she earned it. Merle sure as hell thoughts so.
"Oooo, best be addin' 'sir' ta that, little miss Addy May. Yer bent over my bike fer one hell of an ass whoppin' and ain't got no patience fer yer disrespect. Yes, what?" Merle demanded his voice edged with a dark tone that held no patience or sympathy in it. In his mind, she was being punished and she damn well was going to show some respect for towards him and her situation. She needed to realize who was ultimately in charge and who she needed to obey and heed to because her poor judgment tonight put her in no position to be nothing, but humble and compliant.
Addy whimpered timidly shifting her weight slightly feeling the stingy ache in her bottom twinge at her fidgety movements.
"Yes, sir." Addy complied with whine, far too quickly for her pride which was utterly crushed along with her dignity.
"Damn right." Merle declared commandingly as thwacked the switch against the center of her backside sharply.
"Ahow!" Addy cried out making her flinch roughly against the bike as the switch overlap over a particularly sore spot. Unable hold back, Addy let out a dejected and pitiful sob escape from her trembling lips feeling herself break under the switch and Merle's harsh words damn quickly.
"Ya gonna learn real fast that I ain't gonna put up with any of yer reckless and stupid ass decision. And ya divin' head first into a shit storm givin' that little asshole a chance ta used ya and rape ya again like you ain't nothin', counts as fuckin' stupid." Merle growled in frustration and anger as he brought down the switch three more times consecutively making Addy kick up her feet and wail in miserable distress.
"Ya may think that the little shit's life is worth your pity and safety, but I'll tell ya one thing, little girl, it ain't and am gonna make damn sure ta change yer mind and whop that stupid right outta ya." Merle declared harshly leaving no room in his tone for debate like it was chiseled in stone under an unyielding resolve and Addy was just going to have to take it.
And what was even worst, Merle was coming to find out, was she didn't say a damn thing to him. She kept this crap all to herself thinking she was going to handle it without him. Merle saw it as his job to protect her and her not coming to him in her time of crisis made him not only outraged, but an unfamiliar hurt began to fester beneath his tough skin. Did she think him incapable of handling it? Did she really think she was all alone in this?
"You really think I was gonna let ya git away with that stupid shit? Think I wasn't gonna find ya and beat yer sorry ass fer bein' a reckless little shit?" Merle asked gruffly wanting answers as to what the hell was going on in that complicated little head of hers that he was certain needed to be set straight and damn quickly.
"N-No, sir, I, I just…" Addy was at a loss for words and instead swallowed the heavy lump that was sitting knotted in her throat. Addy squeezed her stinging eyes shut allowing a few tears to trickle down her flushed face in dejected hopelessness. She really did not want to confess to her crazed blunder that she expected a spanking, but couldn't bear the fact of Eric killing himself which she knew, now, was all just a deceptive lie. This made her reasoning seem stupid, immature, and reckless, faults she seemed to be excelling in at present. It was no reason at all. Addy cheeks blushed with shameful embarrassment as she chewed on her bottom lip awkwardly unable to say a damn thing. However, her silence spoke volumes to Merle who felt a wave of frustration build up within him as he inhaled a sharp breath straightening his posture and lifting his head up high and haughtily.
"Oh, ya knew, little girl, didn't ya?" He accused bitterly in a nasty tone. "But ya wanted ta play the game fuck around and find out? Thought that little bitch was worth an ass whoppin' now, did ya?" Merle declared his voice calming into an unsettling tone that suggested a new storm was brewing inside him. Merle clicked his tongue condescendingly at her making Addy shudder and wince, knowing from experience that was a very bad sign. The young woman stiffened her bent frame and gritting her teeth expecting the switch to fall swiftly on her tender backside. However, Addy was surprised when the pressure from her back was lifted and Merle let go of the waistband of her jeans.
Oh God. Was it really over? That fleeting naive thought was utterly and abominably crushed by Merle's next words
"Yer damn britches are comin' down fer that." Merle proclaimed gruffly in adamant resolve.
Oh God. NO!
Terror shot right through the young woman like a jolt of lightening.
"No, Merle, p-please." Addy begged in pitiful panic and alarm at his dreadful declaration. Her ass was horribly sore and just the thought of losing the protection of her jeans was mortifyingly upsetting. Unable to help herself, Addy reached back in an attempt to grab the waistband of her jeans in a desperate and useless ploy to spare and defend herself. However, the young woman hands did not even reach their goal.
Merle speedily and suddenly snatched a hold of her bicep yanking upwards and whirling her around making the young woman feel slightly woozy at being swiftly jerked about roughly. With unmatched speed and skill, Merle popped the button of her jeans and coarsely tugged down her zipper. Within five seconds, Addy was back over the bike, her stomach caving into the hard leather seat as Merle pressed a strong arm on her back bending her over completely making Addy's lungs compress at the harsh pressure. With the switch still firmly in his grasp, he grabbed a hold of her now lose waistband and tugged them aggressively down until they were a puddle around her ankles where they would not be in his way. Addy felt the humid night air rush against her sore hot flesh making Addy shudder and fidget, an uncontrolled whimper escaping her lips as she shifted in fear, discomfort and embarrassment. Although, Merle had seen her panty covered backside twice before, which was twice too many for Addy, it did not make it any less humiliating and disturbing to the young woman to be so exposed and vulnerable. Being bent over his bike with her bottom sticking out with nothing, but her panties covering her private womanly areas was not only embarrassing, but downright degrading. Like he wasn't worthy of any dignity or respect treating her like an adolescent.
Merle raised a sharp unamused eyebrow at the dainty lavender laced panties that hung half way down her bottom exposing the top half of the crack between her taut protruding cheeks. Merle instinctively tugged upwards on the delicate fabric pulling them back into place, as he eyed the thin stipes of red welts marked across her rosy warmed backside. A frustrated growl was sitting in the back of his throat knowing he would have to be cautious of where he whacked her. He wanted her sore, not damaged. He did not want to break her skin.
Merle slipped a stiff calloused finger under the side of her panties by her hip bone. He tugged the tight fabric outwards tautly making her feel frazzled with panic.
"Where'd ya git these?" Merle inquired in tone that rumbled disturbingly deep in his throat. Although, his voice was calm and somewhat controlled, there was an unnerving edge that left Addy in considerable unease.
Addy's muscles constricted and her body froze in dread as the realization hit her that she was wearing her lacy lavender underwear she had bought in secret. Was Merle mad because it fell under the category of 'fancy shit', something he specifically told her not to buy? Oh God. But, he shouldn't be too upset by the pocket change underwear, right? They weren't expensive by any stretch and they were practical. They did serve a purpose; they were just pretty. What did he have against pretty things?!
However, despite Addy's reasonable defense, instincts left her tense and apprehensive, not having a good feeling in the pit of her gut.
"I, uh, from-from, Value Village." Addy confessed cautiously in a timid tone, too damn scared to lie. Besides, she simply could not lie as the alluring panties hung sung around her bottom displayed right in front his face like a welcoming Hallmark card.
Merle hummed deeply in his throat that sounded more like a controlled low growl than a hum of realization. He abruptly released his finger snapping the snug lacy fabric back against her hip a bit belligerently than necessary.
So, the little woman wanted some fancy laced underwear? Merle's upper lip twitched in aggravation as he wondered if there was anything else she bought with his money behind his back. Anything else she lied about and kept to herself. He certainly hoped not as the Eric situation was enough to send the man into a raging fit. Now, this little willful deception on top of everything had the man's temper soaring to new heights feeling an unstoppable storm brewing within his gut.
While one laced pair of fancy panties was not a huge transgression in Merle's eyes, and if she would have asked, he might have let her get them or might not have, but either way, it was flat-out dishonest and Merle found himself with a dreadful bitter taste in his mouth at her multitude of deceptions.
He was the man that looked out for her, protected her, and provided for her and it enraged him, confused him and distressed him that she would be so secretive and deceiving. She was treating him like a useless fool who was not worthy of her reliance and trust.
Merle ran his hard eyes over the red perky striped mounds of flesh that was sticking out in front of him barely halfway covered by the lacy fabric that hugged around her petite cheeks. Considering only for a fleeting moment, he reached into his back pocket and flicked open his pocket knife with a hard snap of his wrist.
The offensive click hit Addy's hears making her jerk her neck up feeling her body strain against the pressure of Merle's heavy arm keeping her bent. A wave of terror came over Addy knowing that familiar sound, having heard it many times before. Merle used that pocket knife daily and he always flung it open by flicking his wrist skillfully. Although, Addy knew within her soul that Merle would never truly harm her, other than spanking the ever-loving crap out of her, of course, she couldn't help, but feel a rush of horrendous fright flow through her veins. Had she pushed him too far? Was this his limit? Her instincts told her that her fearful thoughts were absurd and untrue, but that did little to take away her alarming apprehension. Why did he flick open his knife?
Before Addy had much time to contemplate the reasons, she felt the cold steal metal slide gently against her right hip making all of Addy's muscles constrict and stiffen in terror. Despite the warm humid air, Addy felt goose bumps form on the surface of her skin. And within seconds, the blade drifted under the side seam of her purple laced panties feeling the fabric tug outward off her hip by the blade. And with an effortless jerk of Merle's wrist, the delicate fabric split in half making her sore bottom giggle and twinge from the releasing snap. The ripped fabric fell off the side of her left hip exposing her sore cheek completely, the only thing holding it up was the other side seam. Which Merle took care of with another quick jerk of his wrist careful not cut the woman's delicate skin. The fabric hanging barely between her clenched cheeks.
"Merle!" Addy shouted in frantic astonishment feeling her face turn beat red in agonizing embarrassment. He had never taken her panties off, let out alone cut them off like a crazed mad man, stripping her completely. The shame and the mortification were catastrophic. There she was bent over, her private sex exposed to not only his viewing, but Daryl's too. The degradation was overwhelming.
Without a second thought, Merle's calloused fingers brush up against her soft skin as he snatched the remaining fabric that was being squeezed desperately between her cheeks and upper thighs. Merle yanked her tattered lace panties from between her legs with a rough jerk. He carelessly tossing them into the woods ridding the woman of her last shred of coverage and dignity without remorse.
The air immediately swooping between her legs onto raw sex.
"MERLE, NOOOO!" Addy squealed wildly as her hand shot back behind her frantically cupping her hands as best she could around her unprotected sex. In all her desperation and franticness, Addy managed to swiftly wriggle under Merle's heavy arm and reach down to grab her jeans in an attempt to pull them up. However, a large black boot slammed in between her feet causing the young woman hands to jerk free from the sides of fabric making her stumble and lurch unsteadily. Her feet were locked into place by Merle's large heavy boot pressing into the puddle of bunched fabric around her ankles.
Merle immediately grabbed a fistful of Addy's white tang top roughly in his grip twisting the fabric slightly putting firm pressure on her back leaning his weight into his fist and forearm forcing her to bend back over the bike where she belonged. This was far from over, as far as Merle was concerned, and he was not satisfied in the slightest she had learned anything from this little shit show she brought him to. Her embarrassment about having her ass fully exposed weighed little against Merle's wrath. Fear of what could have occurred dictated his unhinged mind fueling him to get his damn point across to the carelessly woman which was, ultimately, although unbeknownst him, that he cared about what happened to her. Granted, it was not the best way to express concern, fear, and care, but Merle, honestly, didn't know much different. His rough upbringing and challenging experiences formed him into the man he was which was unsophisticated, hard, and rough. Cutting her laced panties off her lying ass was something he deemed appropriate and fitting.
Keeping his firm pressure on the middle of her back and her feet locked into place by his steal toe boot, he leaned in slightly over her body. The scent his of tobacco and musk hit her nostrils as a looming shadow cast over her ominously making her limbs freeze at his closeness.
"We ain't done yet." Merle declared tightly in a cold hard tone.
"Them panties ain't yers no more and ya ain't gettin' no damn privilege ta cover yer little lyin' ass with 'em." Merle expressed nastily in a harsh unforgiving tone that sounded on the brink of bellowing.
"Merrrlllle." Addy whined miserably feeling her eyes well with tears of mortification at dreadful humiliation. Her hot cheeks flushed crimson red as her chest cracked open and swelled with the horrible feeling of fierce helplessness and vulnerability that was being forced upon her. She was completely pinned and immovable under Merle's strong arm and her stark-naked backside was bent over jutting out like a displayed red target for him to whack with that dreadful stick. And there was nothing she could do about it. Addy was overcome with shame as she felt the humid wind tickle under her lady parts as her petite cheeks were parted slightly due to her bent position. Addy squeezed and clenched her small cheeks and slim legs together in a useless attempt to hide her slit and rectum that were just barely peaky between her crack.
This appalling sense of betrayal and resentment spread within her as she thought about Merle exposing her all for some hidden male driven desire. Getting off on some need to humiliate her in a momentous way, all the while getting a glimpse of her private womanly sex without a second thought or care to her right to keep her most intimate areas hidden. He stripped that human right away from like he had every right to do so. Acting like she was his to deal with as he willed. Detest sparked in her chest at her horrid thoughts. How dare he? How could he?
Addy considered herself a respectable woman who did not display herself frivolously and having this forced upon her without her consent was crushing to her young safeguarded heart. Addy was not accustomed to the idea of being punished in such a degrading and shocking way. Merle simply spanking her was distressing enough to the young woman; pulling down her pants to spank her over her panties was utterly mortifying, but resorting to stripping her bottom completely bare where all of her female glory could be seen was twisting a knife in an already deep wound of anguish and torment. It was egregiously detrimental and devasting to the proper young woman. And what was the worst of it all, was it all mattered deeply to her because she, ultimately, cared about rough unhinged man.
"Ya sneakin' off ta meet with the son of bitch who tried ta rape ya without sayin' a damn word ta me. Ya buyin' useless shit with my money without askin' me…" Merle growled over her frustration coursing through his tense muscles.
"Ya might think ya can go behind my back like some sneaky little shit and play me for a fool, but I'll tell ya one thing little miss, ya try ta ever pull this bullshit on me again…when I found out and, I will find out, every-single-damn-time, I promise ya, yer ass is gonna be the rawest one in fuckin' Georgia. And guess what? I ain't gonna wait ta do it in private neither. Where ever the fuck we at, yer gettin' it." Merle declared gruffly without an ounce of sympathy for the young woman knowingly playing off her embarrassment and worry of getting spanked publicly. Which Merle had shown, blatantly, he had no problem doing. So, she knew he was not bluffing. There was no mocking tone or attempt to mask any of his frustration and anger towards her. He was dead serious.
"Ya wanna fuck 'round with me?! Ya wanna test me? Well, this is what happens ta lyin' little girls who get too big fer their britches and that's bent over bare assed like some damn snot nosed kid. Ya feelin' all big and grown now, little miss Addy May? Ya still think ya can handle big and bad situations all on yer own like some tough little independent badass?" Merle asked sharply feeling his chest blossom and spread with agitation and distress.
"P-Please don't-don't look at me…" Addy begged woefully, her voice cracking it anguish and abashment. The exposure and helplessness were crushing against the young woman's soft and troubled heart. God, how she wished she could go back and do things differently as she was beginning to realize just the extent of how worthless and catastrophic her actions were. It was not worth Merle's wrath and risking her safety. And it sure as hell was not worth the disturbing exposure and the switching. It was all for nothing and she caused far more harm than good. How could she be so stupid as to think this would be for the better? How could one be so wrong?
"Don't look at ya?" Merle repeated crinkling his angry brow in confusion and offence.
"What the fuck ya thinkin', girl?" Merle snapped in irritation at her wrongful view of his intentions which he thought were pretty fucking clear, but apparently the sheltered woman just could not wrap her head around the fact that she was being punished. Apparently, her head had not caught up with her red ass yet, but that was all going to change in a minute.
"This ain't no foreplay shit. I didn't cut yer fuckin' panties off ta fuck and tap ass. I ain't all hot and bothered by ya fuckin' with yer safety and lyin' ta me, girl. This ain't fer shits and giggles. Ya got yer naked ass bent over for a switchin' like the naughty misbehavin' little brat ya are and that's it."
Her nakedness meant little to Merle's manly needs at present. He's seen many female genitalia and naked asses in his lifetime and it was nothing new and astonishing to him. Although, her soft round perky cheeks was alluringly pleasing to his masculine eyes and he wouldn't be a man if he didn't take note of the beauty in her petite womanly figure, like he did every time he spanked her little ass, that did not mean he was worked up into sexual frenzy. Especially, when the woman had angered him to the point of enragement. He wasn't some fucking teenager with no self-control who became wildly aroused and overcome by his sexual desires simply by her exposure. Who did she think he was? Eric? That thought greatly offended Merle, agitating his wrath and irritated temper. Although Merle was used to false accusations, some being completely relevant while others being totally off the mark, for some reason it irritated him far worse when Addy, herself, was the accuser. He could careless about a bunch of shit heads thinking ill of him, and part of him even thrived on that, but Addy, was a whole different story seeming to be unusually impactful on his emotional state. Something he was finding out oddly quick, making him confused and troubled.
Merle scoffed harshly in throat. It was clear her sheltered little backside had never has been bared for a good old fashioned ass whopping before. And as to her embarrassment, it came with the territory of getting your ass tanned. And as far as Merle was concerned, her buying the panties was the last straw to his completely shot patience and felt little need to spare her dignity. If she wanted to lie and go behind his back like some immature child, he was going to treat her like one rather a woman deserving of privacy. She did not get to the freedom to wear the underwear she sneaked into her possession. She lost that right when she broke his trust. Merle had enough and at this moment he viewed her as nothing more than an irresponsible reckless kid who needed a serious reality check.
He was going to expose her in more ways than one getting her to think twice the next time she wanted to disregard her safety and lie to him. And if that made her uncomfortable and embarrassed. So be it. He wasn't going to play nice and he wasn't going to give her any leniency on something so severe. She could have been raped due to her carelessness and that little fact was simply unacceptable to the man. He was going to teach her the meaning of caution one way or another.
"You're-You're h-horrible." Was all Addy managed to whimper out in a pitiful tone, feeling downright sorry for herself. Her bottom, her pride and her dignity were devastatingly crushed into a turmoil of distress.
"Ya keep forgettin', don't ya? I'm a mean son of a bitch. I ain't one ta fuck with, little girl. Ya just remember that next time ya wanna play fuck around and find out with me." And with that Merle whipped down the switch. The thin branch slashing against the humid wind making a horrible wisping sound as it cracked over her unprotected naked skin with a thwack. Merle relentlessly without paused covered all over the red welted target that wiggled and shifted in frantic distress making sure no spot on her bent posterior was spared.
"Ah, Ah, AH! P-please stop, stop, ahowww!" Addy squealed in torment unable to control herself as her sore bottom endured each scathing burn.
"Stop? Ya throw yer safety 'round like ya ain't nothin' and ya want me ta stop? Ya coulda been fuckin' raped. Ya know what that means, girl? Huh, do ya?" Merle reminded her in a gruff harsh tone that was anything, but not sympathetic.
"Yessss sirrr. AHHHHH!" Addy cried out as the biting sting became overwhelming causing her eyes to spill with unremitting and unwanted tears. The pain was downright unbearable and excruciating, shocking the young woman in a state of distress and misery incredibly quickly. The young woman wept incessantly in torment as the switch continuously to slash against her inflamed skin. Her tears blurred her vision and stung her eyes as the buildup salvia and tears causing her nose to run. Although, it was only a few moments of persistent spanking, to the poor woman on the receiving end, it felt far longer.
Merle abruptly halted his snapping wrist for a moment as his eyes studied her red welt ridden ass knowing if he kept using the switch on her, he be would in danger of breaking her sensitive skin.
"Fuck." Merle growled in a deep exasperated tone frustrated that he could not continue to give her the licks that he felt she deserved. Disgruntled at his softness and giving into mercy, which was rarely shown in the Dixon household, he went against his instincts and his learned hardness. Merle released her white wrinkled tang top and lifted his heavy arm off her back before, immediately, snapping the well-used switch in half and chucking it into the woods getting it out of his angry hands far away from his wrath. However, this did not mean Merle was finished with the reckless little woman's ass.
Merle wrapped his calloused fingers around Addy's bicep yanking her upright ignoring her continuous pitiful sobbing and panting. Merle jerked her along behind him taking long and determined strides towards his truck not taking into account that Addy's legs were impaired by the pool of heavy fabric around her ankles. Addy shuffled, stumbled, and tripped all the way to the back of the truck's tailgate feeling her jeans sliding under the heels of her boots until they were completely covered. Addy nearly fell on her face a few times, but Merle's iron-like grip held her up every time, practically carrying her off her feet to the truck.
Addy uselessly attempted to cover her private front area that was now fully exposed cupping her free hand over her triangle. Luckily, neither of the men seemed to care to look. Merle was too focused on dragging her to his desired destination while her blurry eyes she caught a glimpse of Daryl who was leaning against the hood of the truck with his back turned to them. Addy hoped he was turned away the entire time, but she seriously doubted it.
Once Merle made it to the tailgate, he jerked it down making the old rusty hinges grind and creak adding to the noise of Addy's dispirited weeping. The man effortlessly hopped up onto the tailgate letting his legs dangle off the side with the back of his knees firmly pressed against the edge. He released Addy's arm for a split second before lifting her under her armpits and hauling her upwards and throwing her over his lap like she weighed nothing at all. Addy landed over his solid thighs, her bare skin chafing over the thick rough fabric of his jeans. Addy pressed her shaky palms and forearms onto the course rusty metal of the truck's tailgate lifting her torso up slightly to gain stability as she teetered across his lap awkwardly. The toes of her boots pressed against the top of tailgate on the other side of Merle, her legs impaired by her jeans wadded around her ankles. His stiff fingers grasped the side of her bare hip, his warm calloused palm pulled her tight against his rigid abdomen.
Once he adjusted the woman to his liking, Merle wasted no time on smacking his large rough palm over her red striped cheeks with relentlessly vigor. The young woman's sobs, immediately, turned into wails of agony as she fluttered and kicked her legs wildly sending her jeans flying off her boots completely. However, the young woman was in too much pain to even notice as she wiggled and flared over his lap desperate to try and get away from the biting ache that was being force on her already tremendously sore backside. Her stinging nerves were being lite on fire as Merle mercilessly covered her bottom randomly in sharp dreadful spanks. Addy's dignity and pride were nowhere to be found as she lay half naked over Merle's hard thighs getting her freshly switch bottom spanked soundly, blubbering and crying uncontrollably. Tears were streaming down the young woman's red face, a long strand of snot hung down from her nose clinging onto her upper lip as she wept and bawled like an inconsolable helpless little girl.
"Think fuckin' with yer safety and lyin' ta me was worth this little ass whoppin'?" Merle challenged in gruff curt tone never stopping his rhythm of continuous spanks to her red squirming naked cheeks. Merle watched her taut round flesh bounce and giggle at the impact of his firm swats, the swollen skin turning into a deep burgundy hue.
Addy grasped gulping in air as she desperately attempted to control her sobbing and answer the impatient man. At this point she would say anything to cease the agony she was enduring. She would promise him her left leg, if it would get him to stop pounding her swollen backside.
"N-N-No…" Addy managed to sob out.
"Awwhh." Merle mocked in warning as he popped her sit spots sharply.
"No, SIR! NO, SIR!" Addy screamed loudly in panic and distress as the pain sunk deep into her muscle fibers.
Merle snorted mockingly as turned his attention to the back of her head.
"Yeah, I bet ya don't." Merle bit out bitterly and curtly.
TBC
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