The Dead Among Us

I head outside and walk to the tree planted across the street, pulling a couple of switches off the ground and giving them each a good swing until I encounter one with the consistency I like. When I find it, I pull out my blade and trim the edges, then head back inside.
"Last chance, Fa," I announce as I enter.
When I look away from the door after closing it, I notice she sees the switch in my hand but still foolishly stays locked jaw.
Apparently, I have a lot to get through to her about who is in charge here.
Walking over to the side of the bed where her behind is presented for me, I'm stunned.
Her blue panties with a delicate lace waistband beautifully accentuate her hips. She's thin but has a nice size butt. The sight excites me even though I don't want it to.
Placing my hands on her hips, I pull her a little further down, feeling her velvety, soft skin against my fingertips. Her olive-toned rear end has my handprints layered all over it. My heart starts racing, and so does hers. Her back is moving up and down with her chest's intense inhales and exhales.
I swallow, putting my fingers in her jeans to lower them. She has them too high, and I won't be able to get her thighs.
As I do, I see her take a deep, nervous breath.
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A devastating illness rapidly spreading across the globe has turned the world inside out, and the situation is only going to become more intriguing.
While escaping from a horde of zombies, Fábia is rescued by a strict, imposing man with a mysterious past who takes her as a slave to his refuge within the fortified walls of Bronzeclaw Haven.
Will life within these barricaded walls provide her with the companionship she longs for or is something sinister hiding in their midst?
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⚠️⛔️This story is intended for an 18+ audience. It contains violence, sex, and corporal punishments. It is a discipline-focused story, including non-sexual spankings of minors. Read at your own discretion.