The Dead Among Us

72. The Exercise

Fabia's POV

As he sits back up, I take in a shuddering, cold breath of woodys air. He does something different this time. He wraps his legs over mine so I can't kick, which makes me nervous that he already anticipates that from me.

"Why are you getting spanked, Fa?" he asks his usual annoying question.

"Because I can't control my mouth," I answer plainly, trying to get this over with.

My eyes squeeze shut in anticipation, and I try to brace myself mentally for the sting. But for some reason, anticipating it only for it not to happen only makes it worse.

"You might want to breathe and unclench your ass, or it's gonna hurt more," he suddenly remarks.

His statement dumbfounds me. I'm not sure how that's gonna make a difference. As I process his words, my body relaxes in that split second, and he whacks me with the spoon.

Fuck! Already, I hate the spoon!

He was right about the cold. It intensifies the sting and makes it linger longer on my skin.

For some reason, he made the first spank so much harder than the rest. But after that, he keeps them coming at a consistent, quickish pace. I can tell he's not hitting too hard, though, because his body is not moving under me very much like that day with the brush. But it still hurts so much, and it's not long before I'm wailing and writhing around on his lap.

Hot tears are just pouring down my face and splashing on the cold wood below me, painting a splattered portrait of my suffering.

I keep doing everything in my power to evade, but apparently, he knows all the tricks. I prop my hands on his thigh under me and try to arch up, and he just digs his left elbow into my back. I try to reach back, and he pins my hands.

My body is also trying to figure out if it's hot or cold right now. My ass is naked to the icy elements but being steadily heated up by Sabin at the same time. I'm freezing, but I'm starting to sweat from moving around so much in this jacket and crying.

This is a very overstimulating spanking.

He ramps up the pace out of nowhere, and I almost scream when it happens. Instead of a scream I recognize, it comes out with a harsh grunting noise that I'm unfamiliar with. His body is starting to move under me now.

Mid-spanking, he asks me, "Am I getting my point across?"

I keep crying without responding. I can feel myself draining across his lap. It's as if I'm slowly losing all my energy, seeping away like water from a leaky bottle. I don't have the will to speak. It only adds to the drain on my energy, energy that I'm desperately trying to conserve in case I need it. As I'm quickly discovering with him, it benefits not to fight it when that happens, too. He wants me to reach the point of not resisting and submitting to him.

I guess sometimes it helps if I feel I've actually done something wrong, too. As Jon put it, 'my delivery' of the joke was off and did come out rude.

What I'm really learning from all this, though, is always to watch my back to make sure Sabin isn't there before I say something. Real talk, though: how does such a huge man sneak up on me?

More importantly, I think I'm learning to avoid the spoon at all costs. Why does it actually hurt more than the belt right now? Maybe it's odd because the belt looks terrifying, and the spoon doesn't. Or perhaps it's just this cold air and the fact my ass is already sore.

"Hm?" Sabin grunts and I realize he's been waiting for my answer and sends two really sharp whacks to my upper thighs.

"Yes, sir!" I screech through my sobs.