The Window

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As she moved quietly to the window, she heard sounds from the other side. Sounds that were all to familiar. The muffled cry, the slap of the belt! She was intrigued, she knew she shouldn't be, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to look, to see what was taking place, but she knew that it would dehumanizing. She creeped closer. The cry getting louder, the smack of the belt as it cracked against flesh, it was so exciting!

She thought back to just last night. Last night it was her turn! She felt the sting of the lash, smelt the tension in the air, relived the feeling of control. Last night was perfect!

Tonight would be deferent, she wouldn't be in control tonight. Tonight belonged to others, but she would live it if she could just get to the window without being caught! If she were caught peeking it would end the session and she would be punished. She didn't like being punished. Punishment was for others, not her! She liked being the punisher! But, it would be worth it if she could just get to the window and see inside.

She moved, her foot slipped and she fell to her knee. It made a dull thud. She froze in place! The sounds from inside stopped. She quickly moved to the shadows as a face came to the window and peered out. She held her breath and closed her eyes, as if closing her eyes would keep the person inside from seeing her.

There was an eerie silence that lasted a life time. Then the crack of the belt rang out as it smacked against bare flesh. The cry of 'pain' was immediately in the air. She released her breath and relaxed a little. She was still several feet from her objective. She started to move again, slowly creeping, trying to be sure of her footing this time. This was taking an eternity! If she didn't get there soon, she would miss the show. Miss seeing who was being punished and who was the punisher!

She could feel the tension in her body, the excitement, the craving to witness the depraved pleasure that the punisher was giving and the even more depraved pleasure that the person being punished was getting. She never understood the pleasure one got from being punished, but she did so enjoy punishing others.

Just another couple of steps and she would reach her goal. Careful now, no sudden moves, be quite, almost there. She reached out a hand and placed it on the window sill. At that exact moment the belt smacked down and a loud cry issued forth. It scared the living daylight out of her. She pulled her hand back from the window sill and almost slipped, which would have sent her careening off the roof and into the yard below. Regaining her balance she reached for the sill again. This time she had a good hold and pulled herself toward the window. She had her head right next to the window and was about to peek inside. She heard the sound of laughter. No! It can't be! She looked through the window just in time to see two figures moving toward the door.

No! She had missed it! Her fist banged on the window sill! The window opened. She was in shock as two sets of arms reached out the window and grabbed her and pulled her inside. She was in shock and did not know who had a hold of her, but they were forcing her to lean over the table. Then they were tying her hands with the restraints.

"No, I just wanted to watch!" She yelled. Then she saw that it was her mother and father who were tying her down. She looked back over her shoulder to see her twin sister and brother come up behind her with the belt. She felt her pants being pulled down.

"It's time you joined the family on the receiving end of our fun, Sis." The hiss of the belt moving through the air was the next sound she heard, before she let out a cry that could be heard for blocks!

"Welcome to our world!"