5 Spanked (1/2)

”We are the ones who have been cut, child. Come.”

”You've been cut?” I follow Mattias, asking him question after question. The house is not terribly large, but it is beautiful. Shining tile covers the floors, and the walls likewise seem to be made of rock of some kind. It could be cold and sterile, but carvings make it elegant, and the furniture is old and very fine.

We used to scavenge bits and pieces from the broken world for the shack, but none of them were nearly as nice as these gleaming wooden chairs and tables that we pass by.

Elias joins us, and I begin to question them both.

”What did they cut? Did they cut your hair off?”

A look passes between them, a smirking, long-suffering gaze.

”Something else.”

”Oh, my god, what?”

They ignore the question as they lead me into a bathing chamber. In the past, I have showered when it rained, or wallowed in what remained of dried-up creeks. I have never seen such a fine tub as this. It is the width of the entire room, and it is filled with pristine, clear water.

I rush forward, dip my face into the tub and start slurping at the water.

”Alright. Enough of that,” Mattias rumbles, his large palm swatting my rear gently. ”Don't drink the bathwater. Take your underwear off and get in it.”

”I'm dirty! I'll make it filthy!”

”That's the point. We'll wash you off and replace it with clean.”

”But that's such a waste!”

The amount of water in this bath could keep a small settlement hydrated for a week. I can't believe they want me to put my body in it. I'll foul it instantly.

”Get into the bath.”

”No!”

Mattias picks me up as if I weigh nothing and puts me into the water. Instantly, brown muck starts to curl off me and into the fresh, clean water.

”No!” I try to get out. It takes both Elias and Mattias to keep me in there, thrashing and wriggling around until we are all covered in the now dirty bathwater.

”Trissa, if you don't settle down and take this bath nicely, I'm going to have to discipline you,” Mattias says, brushing water from his face.

”I don't want to!”

”Get the strap, Elias.”