7 comments/ 24150 views/ 10 favorites Public Punishment in Santa Dora By: jlorthia Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It is a Corporal Punishment, Humiliation, BDSM story. There is no sex. I do have more parts to this story written, I will most likely release them at a later date. *** Four recent college graduates had been in Europe for two weeks. Their whole trip was planned four years ago by their parents. Each one of the recent graduates was part of a wealthy network of New England elites, and although they had grown up together, all four went to separate prestigious universities and had grown apart. The trip had been strained, they had gone strictly by the itinerary. They had all been to Europe many times before, although the trip was designed to be a right-of-passage, it was to these four just simply another ho-hum trip through Europe. There hadn't been enough shopping or sunbathing for Ivy Preston. Not enough museums or landmarks for Dirk Martindale. Stephanie Mortimer was engaged to a professor two decades her senior, she had spent most of the trip wishing she was with her fiance, who was on sabbatical in Israel. Blair Emmerson didn't know what she wanted, she was lost. She had developed a crush on Dirk, although every single interaction she had with him had been painfully awkward. To top it off, Blair was enamored by Ivy who Blair had idolized since she was in prep school. "Where are we going again?" Blair blurted out. "I told you, Santa Dora." Dirk responded while studying at an open map of the Pyrenees Mountains. Ivy just rolled her eyes, "I hope this place has somewhere to shop." "Don't be so shallow!" Stephanie who was driving spoke sharply. "When you've seen one quaint European town, you've seen em' all." Ivy responded. "I don't know, we've been driving through the Pyrenees for a long time, I am kind of looking forward to a new adventure!" Blair said trying to be optimistic to show Dirk that his idea of going to Santa Dora wasn't terrible. "Oh don't you act like you give a shit about this middle of nowhere Eurotrash town, you're just as shallow and materialistic as me! You haven't changed since the video was put up on the interwebs by Chad." Ivy blurted out. Blair felt her face become hot with embarrassment, she wanted to strangle Ivy for mentioning "the video." Eight years ago on Blair's 16th birthday she was given a red Ferrari for her birthday. It was a ridiculously lavish gift for a 16-year-old. Yet it wasn't good enough, she had a meltdown. She had wanted a yellow Ferrari, she let her father know of her disappointment and stormed off, after crying and telling her father she hated him. Chad, who was her step-brother at the time had filmed the whole incident and promptly uploaded it to YouTube. Blair went from being one of the most popular girls in the school to being a laughing stock. Even Ivy who had been her friend since elementary school stopped associating with her. College had been good for Blair, she tried to do a lot of soul searching and decided that she didn't want to be a spoiled entitled heiress. She did everything she could to dispel her past reputation, Blair dedicated herself to charity work and made friends with people outside of her comfort zone. Yet this whole trip, each of her former boarding school classmates treated her like she was still the same old spoiled brat. During the trip Blair began to fall for Dirk, he was as always was one of the most handsome men she ever met; 6'4", muscular, wavy blond hair, he was a good person and smart too. Blair, however, felt dejected due to the feeling that Dirk still thought of her as a spoiled brat. He seemed so distant from everyone else, he focused on sightseeing and museums. Blair had tried to show that she was smart, adventurous, talented, more than just a stunningly beautiful rich girl. Dirk could have anyone, stunningly beautiful rich women were a dime-a-dozen for Dirk, he had dated models in the past. All of Blair's attempts to get Dirk to show interest in her had failed. Blair may have improved herself in college, but she was still was not used to not having what she wanted. To make matters worse, Dirk spent a lot more time talking to the smart and cultured Stephanie, for whom he has always been close with. "Can we shut up about the video! It was eight years ago!" Blair said seemingly out of the blue while looking out the back seat at the moving road. "This rented BMW, it's white, are you okay with that?" Stephanie responded smirking. "Goddamnit." Blair murmured under her breath, tears welling up in her eyes. The group didn't know how sensitive Blair was to this topic. "Well, we're almost there if that's any consolation. Finally, I'll get to see Santa Dora castle. One of the last significant places in Europe I haven't seen already." said Dirk, smiling with anticipation. What the hell is this shit hole anyway?" Ivy responded. "Haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying, I've been talking about this place for the whole trip!" Dirk said exasperatedly. "Yeah, I wasn't listening, tell me what I need to know, I am listening now," Ivy said nonchalantly. "Well for you and Blair all you need to know is that right next to town, there is a lake, lots of people, tourists included like to sunbathe there. Lake Azul it's called I think. If you two get bored of that, then you can make your way about ten minutes walking distance to a small town, it is also called "Santa Dora" it is the only town in this tiny country." "Wait we're in a whole different country?" Ivy said suddenly interested. "Well yeah, kind of, a city-state really, a tax haven for rich people, you know. They have a downtown with restaurants and places to shop. I am warning you, most locals don't speak English and even though I am fluent in Spanish I won't be able to understand the locals too well, their dialect is very different. However, you won't need to converse too much if you find a restaurant just make sure they have an English-speaking, employee. Sunbathing and shopping, that should satisfy you two, while myself and Stephanie go visit the majestic Santa Dora castle. You know the castle was never taken, not by the Moors, or the French!" Blair hated that Dirk just assumed that she would be sunbathing and shopping with Ivy. "I don't want to see the stupid castle anyway." Blair thought to herself as she pouted in the back seat. Just as Dirk mentioned this, the car drove past a large sign with a coat of arms, which was a crown of roses surrounded by stars. "Pretty cool coat-of-arms," Stephanie mentioned. "Oh yes, they say this place is named after Dorothy of Caesarea, an early Christian Martyr that was said to wear a crown of flowers," Dirk mentioned still looking at the map. "Thank you mister tour guide!" Ivy said sarcastically. "Hey, what if I want to go to the castle with you and Steph?" Blair muttered, finally mentioning her gripe. "If you want?" Dirk shrugged. "Oh, no don't leave me alone, I can't deal with all the Eurotrash alone!" Ivy blurted out. "Fine." Blair sighed, she did want to spend time with Ivy, it was always an adventure with Ivy and the castle did seem like a bore. Also, Blair had a secret scheme, a last ditch effort to land Dirk. The night previously when Ivy and Dirk were asleep Blair had talked to Stephanie and told her to put a good word in for her to Dirk. Blair listed all of the charity work she had done and how much she had changed from her boarding school days and that she was really falling for Dirk. Stephanie begrudgingly agreed. On the grounds that Blair may finally begin to see the world with some depth if she did indeed date Dirk. Stephanie agreed to put in a good word for Blair, only if Blair kept Ivy away from her for the whole day. Stephanie and Ivy had been at each other's throats for the entire trip. *** The car pulled over next to Lake Azul, Blair could see the town just down the road from the lake. It was quite a view. Blair and Ivy got their bathing suits, a change of nice clothing, as well as their handbags, sunscreen and a large beach towel. Stephanie and Dirk drove off when they made sure that Ivy and Blair had their items. "See you this evening in town, keep in touch!" Stephanie said as she drove off. "Oh great, where the hell do we change?" Blair said out loud. "Damn these Europeans, do they have no modesty?" Ivy replied. There was no clear place to change, half the women on the beach were topless, the men wore speedos. Blair scanned the beautiful deep blue mountain lake for a restroom. "Look at all these topless bitches!" The only way I go topless is if playboy is paying me big bucks." Ivy said haughtily. "Maybe that big rock over there?" Blair said. "Yeah let's stand behind it, I'll watch out for any creeps, then you do the same for me." The two women walked towards a large rock. Blair went first, Ivy turned her back towards Blair and stood guard, looking at all of the Europeans enjoying nature with a judgmental glare. Blair was classically beautiful, she was skinny and tanned. Blair ate healthy food and went to the gym regularly, she was tall, 5'8". She had smallish naturally round breasts and a round fit ass. Blair's hair was brown and long, it was wavy and parted on one side, it usually covered a bit of her right eye. Her face was always perfectly made-up, she took at least an hour every morning meticulously preparing herself. Blair was the kind of woman that immediately turned heads whenever she walked into a room. Blair had modeled in the past and considered making it her career, yet she was unsure if this was the right path for her. She was trepidations about flaunting her body and was concerned what others would think if she ever posed nude. Blair wore an expensive two-piece bathing suit, it was blue with red geometric designs on it. "Okay done," Blair said as she put her clothes into her bag. "Goddamn, you're one hot bitch!" Ivy exclaimed. Blair and Ivy switched positions. Ivy was shorter than Blair and didn't quite have the "model look," however in her own way she was just as beautiful. Whereas Blair was sleek and refined, Ivy was curvy and voluptuous, her ass was wide and her breasts were large, even her lips were big. Ivy naturally had whiter skin than Blair, but through extensive tanning was just about the same skin tone. Ivy's hair was dyed blonde and she wore it in various styles. Right now Ivy was had short hair with long side bangs. Ivy applied more makeup than Blair and where Blair looked refined Ivy looked dead-sexy. Ivy's face somehow seemed to express haughtiness, Stephanie had described it to Blair privately as "resting bitch face." Ivy spent even more time in the morning than Blair did putting makeup on and getting ready. Throughout the trip, Ivy had woken up late and held up the group tremendously through her meticulous grooming. The group had complained about Ivy's vanity constantly, especially Dirk who missed various sight-seeing trips because of Ivy not being ready until the early afternoon. "Okay done." Blair turned around to see Ivy in a one piece similar to a 1960s bathing suit. "Cute suit, Ivy." Blair complimented. "Thanks, it cost two thousand dollars." Ivy bragged. "Two thousand for a bathing suit, that's crazy!" Blair realized that so much of her conversations with Ivy revolved around how expensive her clothing was, or how much money Ivy's father had given her. As Blair and Ivy walked towards the lake to sunbath, Blair decided she wanted to maybe get into a more in-depth conversation with Ivy, maybe there was more to Ivy than met Blair's eye. "Hey Ivy, remember prep school? Like we've all grown up so much since then, like don't you regret like some of the stuff you did, some of the mean stuff?" Blair stammered to Ivy, Blair tend to overuse the word "like" in conversation, a habit she was unable to kick. "Like what are you talking about?" Ivy said as she spread the towel out on the sand. Ivy too was guilty of the overuse of the word "like." "You know, like you and your friends, the bullying, the rumor spreading." Blair lied down on her back and looked up at the sky, the sun glistening off of her golden tan thighs. "You know Blair, have you ever heard of Darwin, like survival of the fittest right? Well, the same thing goes with people, people like me and my daddy and you, we're the top of the pyramid. We're the ones with influence, the ones who get heard, the ones with the power. We have better, like genetics or something. Everyone wants to be me. When you have power over someone it's stupid not to use it to your advantage, that's how we stay on the top. If a girl wants to be in my group, she's either got to be like me, like as beautiful as me, or as smart as me or if she isn't she has been totally loyal to me, she needs to be my bitch. If a boy wants to date me he better show himself worthy my time, he needs to spend money on me, treat me like a queen, he has to be better than his peers, the top of the pyramid. There is no room in this world for weak people or people who don't like the way I am. It's Darwinism, I'm the like the apex predator, the other people they are just prey." Blair realized that Ivy hadn't really changed since prep school, four years of college had taught her nothing. Ivy was still the shallow competitive spiteful bitch she had always been. Blair retorted, "I don't know how you can like, think that? I went to like Africa and it's so sad, the people are so poor. They depend on people like me to bring them like food and other stuff like soap. Could you imagine, no soap. I think poor people are like more res..." Ivy interrupted. "Oh my gawd, look at this bitch, how dare she!" Blair looked up, a middle-aged woman was topless on the beach, she had slight sagging breasts and some stretch marks. "Can you believe the gall?" Ivy spoke again. "What are you talking about Ivy?" Blair responded. "These Eurotrash bitches, flaunting their saggy ass tits, I don't want to see that nasty shit." Ivy flipped over onto her stomach and continued her sunbathing. Blair let out a sigh and she herself flipped over onto her stomach. The two young women lied on their stomachs, their faces a foot apart facing each other. "There aren't even any hot guys on this lousy beach!" Ivy said facing Blair. "No, not really," Blair admitted. "Let's go to town and get something to eat." "Sure." Blair began gathering up her stuff and both women walked towards the rock to change again. "I'll go first this time." Blair was on watch. "God this outfit I am going to wear is going to be so SEXY! I bet I am going to drive those poor guys in town crazy." Blair turned around to see what Ivy was talking about. Blair froze, she noticing that Ivy wasn't dressed yet, Ivy had some expensive boots on, but nothing else. Ivy quickly covered her breasts. Blair noticed Ivy's breasts were milky white compared to the rest of her tanned body. Blair turned her back to Ivy as not to violate her sense of modesty any further. "Don't fucking look at me! Lesbo bitch!" Ivy spat. "Who puts on your boots first?" Blair spat back annoyed. "I look SEXY in just my boots!" Ivy said seemingly over Blair's invasion of her privacy. "I'm done!" Blair turned around again to see Ivy in a tan frilly sun-dress and knee high heeled boots." Ivy spun around, the sun-dress barely covered her voluptuous ass. "Like my boots?" "Yeah. Very cute, come-fuck-me boots." Blair hated the term "come-fuck-me boots" but this is precisely what Ivy's boots were, having a slightly limited vocabulary she could think of no other term to describe them. "I am such a shoe whore I fucking love em got them on this trip in Paris! They are one of a kind!" Ivy was excited, if there was one thing she was passionate about it was shoes, she had a collection that would make Imelda Marcos blush. "Okay let me get dressed now," Blair said as Ivy took watch Blair had brought a more elaborate outfit than Ivy's. Blair slid out of her bathing suit and bent over to gather her outfit from her bag. Blair felt a strange presence and turned around. Ivy was staring at her directly, her arms folded over her breasts. "What the fuck, Ivy...keep watch!" Blair who was standing naked covered her breasts quickly with her hands and lifted her leg up to cover her pussy, Blair gave Ivy an evil stare while standing off balance with one foot." "You got a look at me, why can't I?" Ivy said haughtily. "Turn the fuck around, NOW!" Blair exclaimed with sharp anger. "God you look silly, you're going to fall," Ivy said before turning around Blair did look silly hoping slightly on one leg covering her breasts with both hands, and lifting one leg to cover her pubic hair. Blair indeed did lose her balance and lightly fell into the sand. Hearing the sound of Blair fall, giggled and said, "God, such a clumsy bitch!" 'Shut up? You're so annoying!" Blair said embarrassed. Blair always found Ivy annoying, ever since they were kids, Ivy always pushed Blair's buttons. Yet Blair always seemed to be drawn to Ivy, it was never boring around Ivy and Blair hated being bored. Before college Blair never really developed any hobbies of her own, she was bored by literally everything, with Ivy it was just one long party, something interesting was always happening. Blair remembered her last two years in prep school, she had be excommunicated by Ivy and her group due to the humiliating video of her absurd temper tantrum. For those two years Blair became bitter, she refused to make friends with people she felt were "below" her status, so she just stewed. She went to a therapist and complained about her life. Her therapist told her that she was "making herself into a victim," so she fired her therapist. She truly believed her privileged life filled with so many opportunities was horrible. Two wasted years of bitter resentment, Blair felt like those were lost years. Ivy had explained her excommunication in such a cold manner, "We can't be seen with someone who might make us look bad, sorry I love you, but you got to go." From that point on Blair was given the cold shoulder from the most popular girls in school. Blair understood Ivy back then, she accepted her excommunication. She never blamed Ivy, it made sense to her, she would have done the same thing if it had been the other way around. It was her step-brother Chad's fault anyway. Then during college a light switch went off, Blair realized that she had to get over herself. Blair still however found herself a follower, her personality just melded into whatever group she was with. Now that Blair found herself around Ivy again, she felt her attitude changing, mimicking Ivy. As much as Blair now resented Ivy, she also admired her ability to force her will onto others, she admired Ivy's lack of accountability that allowed her to get away with just about anything she wanted. Blair to some degree had always wished to be like Ivy. Blair strapped on her last shoe. "Okay, I am done." "Oh, my gawd, you're so fucking hot!" Ivy stood with her mouth exasperatingly agape. Blair was wearing a short black skirt with a white long sleeve blouse, with a black belt fastened around her stomach. Blair's exceedingly long legs had black high heels that were attached to her feet with elegantly crisscrossed straps. Blair looked stunning, she looked like someone out of a magazine advertisement for the very clothing she was wearing. "These shoes are 850$, I got them in New York." Blair walked past Ivy haughtily knowing Ivy was jealous of her shoes. Both women headed in towards town. *** The two women walked on the side of the road towards town. "God I wish I could call a cab," Ivy mentioned, annoyed as her high-heeled boots felt uncomfortable on the cobblestone road. Blair laughed, "We're like seven hundred feet from town." Public Punishment in Santa Dora The town was quaint, the main downtown area was bustling with people, like the road into town the streets were made of cobblestone. The buildings were a mixture of old and new. The town was clearly a destination for tourists as there were many souvenir shops. It seemed as though only recently the downtown area had been renovated for the purpose of satisfying wealthy tourists. Different languages could be heard, mostly French and Spanish, but some German and some type of Scandinavian languages could be heard as well. In the middle of the town square, there was a beautiful fountain with two benches on either side of the fountain and four light posts circling the fountain. "What a shit hole!" Ivy exclaimed. "Be quiet, it's nice, I love it! You think every place, but Paris is a shit hole." "Everyplace but Paris and maybe Vienna is a shit hole." Ivy expressed before brazenly and without warning walking through the doors of a fancy looking restaurant. A man approached and spoke a strange dialect of Spanish. "English, speak English!" Ivy rudely interjected. The man bowed and shuffled off bringing back a young handsome Hispanic man. "My name is Arturo, I will be your server." A new waiter said in a husky voice, English clearly wasn't his first language, but he spoke it well. He led the two ladies to a seat inside the dimly lit fancy restaurant. The low murmur of conversation filled the room, some of the men at the restaurant turned their heads to look at the two beautiful women. Arturo gave the two ladies a menu bowed and said, "This restaurant we call "El Plato" meaning of course "The Dish" in your native tongue, it is a fine fusion of French and Spanish cuisine, much like the culture of Santa Dora." Arturo bowed and went to service some other customers. "Check out that ass!" Ivy said licking her lips as Arturo walked away. "Your horrible!" Blair interjected while looking at the menu. Blair had noticed how attractive Arturo was as well. He was a Hispanic male with dark brooding feature he had nice full lips and piercing brown eyes. Blair practically wanted to kiss him the moment she saw him. "I just wanted to suck his face the moment I saw him!" Ivy blurted out seemingly stealing Blair's thoughts and transposing them into words. "The menu looks great!" Blair tried to change the subject. "Did you see his ass!" Ivy was wasn't about to change the subject and was still smitten over Arturo. Blair decided to chime in on the subject of the sexy waiter, "His accent, it's thick, but he speaks English well, maybe he has a contact in America, maybe New York or something." Blair suggested, realizing that Ivy's obsession with the sexy waiter wasn't going away. "I am not interested in that, I want his ass. God, that accent, those lips. My mouth is watering!" Blair rolled her eyes and tried to concentrate on the menu. Blair couldn't read the menu well as she never studied Spanish, she was able to make out a salad dish." Arturo was back, "Ladies, are your orders ready?" "Give me your finest most expensive wine, we want a bottle of it and can I have some Tacos." Ivy blurted out. "Oh yes the wine, we will get you wine that is easy, but the Tacos, there are no Tacos in this restaurant." "What do you recommend, then sir?." Ivy fluttered her eyelashes in an attempt to flirt. "We have an excellent Padron Pepper dish," Arturo recommended. "What is that?" "It is this interesting pepper, you see most of them are not hot, actually they are somewhat sweet, but then sometimes you get a surprise, an explosion of spice. Very Hot!!!" Arturo smiled. "I'll just have like salad I guess. Nothing spicy, I hate spicy foods!" "I assure you the salad is not spicy," Arturo said smiling before turning to Blair, "And for you?" "Ummm, I'll like have the salad too." "Yes, of course, fine wine and some salads coming right up!" Arturo turned around to process the order when Blair interrupted him. "You speak English. Did you spend time in America?" "Oh yes, yes I did I went to Columbia University for two years to study architecture." "Do you plan on going back? Blair asked inquisitively. "Someday maybe, my mother needs me here now, she owns this restaurant. I was working and going to school in New York. It is a much different from life here, I am used to the easy life you know. This is more like old Europe than you would think by looking at these new buildings and fancy shops." Arturo said laughing nervously, before walking off to wait on some other dinners. "That was interesting, he was a Columbia student." "I don't give a single shit honey, let's drink some wine and talk about his body," Ivy said her eyes squinting lustfully. The meal went well, Blair enjoyed her shrimp salad and both ladies enjoyed their wine. Both women were slightly buzzed when they left the restaurant. The meal was expensive and the restaurant did not take credit cards, the women used up most of their cash on the wine. Blair stumbled a little when she got up off the table. Ivy waved suggestively to Arturo, both Ivy and Blair giggled as Arturo sheepishly waved back. When Ivy and Blair exited the restaurant they both covered their eyes, they had gotten used to the dimly lit restaurant and now the sun was shining in their faces. "You know what I am thinking?" Ivy said squinting her eyes. "Designer shades!" Blair was now on the same page as Ivy. *** Ivy and Blair walked into a small souvenir shop. Ivy immediately made comments on how cheap and terrible the sunglasses were. Blair eventually found some intricately carved small wooden houses. It was amazing how precise the carvings were, the detail was astonishing. Blair had never seen anything like this. Blair wondered if Dirk would be interested in it, Dirk had been collecting souvenirs for the whole trip. "I bet Dirk would like this," Blair mentioned. "Awww, look at that little miniature house." Ivy held it up to her face. "I wonder how much they cost, I don't think they take cards here, we just spent most of our cash at the restaurant," Blair whispered. "Hey price, price!" Ivy yelled out to the clerk. "200 American, 200 dollar American, very special!" the clerk yelled back in broken English. "Fuck, I only have like 75!" Blair whispered to Ivy. "200 dollars, for this piece of shit! That's outrageous, they can't charge that amount!" "They are really nice. Look at the detail!" "Not 200 dollar nice, let's teach these greedy bastards a lesson, let's take a couple of them." Ivy had a wicked grin on her face. "What? I can't do that?" Blair shrugged to Ivy, there was about eight artisan miniature houses on the shelf. "Listen, we won't get caught, we don't look like thieves, they'll never suspect us. They are like overcharging! It's not a crime to steal if they are overcharging, it's like capitalism." Ivy was serious about stealing the souvenir. "I'll take one, but I am going to mail these people twice the amount I owe them when I get back to the states." Blair knew full well that she would probably forget about mailing the money when she returned. Shoplifting had been one thrilling thing Blair had taken to doing. She remembered her and Ivy stealing clothing from the mall when they were 15, Blair missed the adrenaline rush and the feeling of getting over on someone. Blair took a deep breath and put the 200 dollar item in her bag, she buried it under her swimsuit and her other pair of clothing. Blair's face immediately turned red, her heart started racing she turned around and tried to naturally walk out of the store. She held her head high, a burst of adrenaline shot through her body. She hadn't felt this thrill in years. Ivy quickly swiped three of the artisan miniature houses and followed Blair. Blair decided to turn her head as she was walking out of the shop to make sure no one noticed Ivy and she stumbled, the items in her bag went flying out. To Blair, it seemed to be happening in slow motion, her life seemingly flashed before her eyes. She had never been caught shoplifting, it would be so humiliating, so shameful. Blair quickly crouched down and in a panic started to put her items back in her bag. Just at this moment Ivy walked out of the store and not noticing Blair who was crouched over tripped over Blair and dropped her bag. It was a scene, two obviously wealthy tourists were scrambling frantically to conceal what was obviously stolen contraband. "What a fuck you clumsy bitch!" Ivy said, looking at Blair with utter contempt. "This was YOUR IDEA!" Blair snarled under her breath. When both women finally but their items back in their bags they stood up and were confronted by four very strong looking policemen, each one of them was stocky men with bushy mustaches and aviator glasses. Stern Spanish words emanated from their mouths. Blair and Ivy stood there frozen. "No,, speak Spanish, no speako Spanish!" Ivy said in a panic, she tried to turn around and walk away, only to be held back by the strong arm of one of the policemen. One of the policemen pointed to the bag Blair was holding and motioned for her to give it to him. Blair now shaking gave the man the bag and buried her head in her hands, clearly indicating her guilt. Ivy was less cooperative the policemen were forced to restrain her and forcefully take her bag. "Unhand me! This instant, my father is worth more than this whole backward country! This is an illegal search and seizure, I demand JUSTICE!" Ivy screamed, Ivy kicked and struggled. "I was going to pay!" Blair said in vain, her lips and body quivering. Blair looked at the officer like a lost puppy dog, this had always worked with her father when she was caught doing something she should not have been doing. The non-English speaking police didn't seem to notice or care. "FUCK YOU, I AM AN AMERICAN, I WILL SUE YOUR ASSES!" Ivy cried out as the policemen easily held her at bay. The shopkeeper came and spoke quickly and intensely with the police officers, hand gestures were flying every which way. The conversation ended with the policeman shaking his head and looking at the two captive thieves, there was a small hint of lust in the policeman's eye, this terrified Blair. Ivy was too busy protesting her detainment to notice any subtle body language from anyone. Before Blair knew it she was being led to the town square, Ivy was being dragged kicking and screaming. Blair's head was spinning. What was to happen to her? *** Ivy and Blair were brought to the fountain in the town center. The fountain was old, it looked like it dated back to the baroque period. A maiden with a crown of flowers stood in the center of the fountain, cherubs surrounded her shooting water out of their appendages. Ornate indents and patterns were chiseled in the stone, water flowed freely through the fountain. The policemen gestured for the two women to sit on a bench in front of the fountain. Ivy was slightly calmer now, hoping now to be arrested so she could call a lawyer to intimidate the local authorities. Ivy was still red in the face with indignant anger. Never once did it cross Ivy's mind that her crime was an offense worth any sort of consequence. Blair crossed her legs and held her face in her hands, covering it so that bystanders wouldn't see her. Blair was mortified that people would see her as a common thief. A small crowd of curious people had gathered around the policemen. "This is bullshit! I can't wait to call my lawyer!" Ivy was breathing heavily. "Be nice Ivy, maybe they will let us go," Blair whispered, hoping to get the humiliating ordeal over with. "Be nice! They manhandled me!" Ivy was exaggerating, as the police had tried to be gentle with Ivy as she kicked and swung her fists at the officers. There were four policemen standing in front of Ivy and Blair now. The police were looking through a booklet, and pointing at something in it. Two of the officers left in different directions, two of the officers stayed. One of the officers who stayed ran his hand through his hair and looked around nervously, the other one smiled quite creepily at the two women as they sat on the bench. "What the fuck are you looking at!?" Ivy said looking directly at the creepy smiling officer. Ivy flipped him off with both hands. Ivy turned away when the stare still persisted through her protests. "I wish I could call my dad," Blair mentioned. "Oh I'm calling father as soon as possible, I'll own this country when I am done with them, our lawyers will sue their asses so hard, this is so against the constitution!" Ivy exclaimed unaware that the U.S. constitution did not extend into Europe. One of the police officers returned with Arturo the waiter for the restaurant. The handsome waiter stood before Ivy and Blair. This was even more humiliating for the two women. The waiter both of them had recognized as being deliriously handsome was now seeing them as captive thieves. "Hello, ladies I will be your interpreter, you must be scared. I have been told to tell you what is happening to assuage your fears. I am apparently one of the only people in this place that speaks the English language." Arturo spoke in his husky accented voice. "Yes, we're terribly scared!" Blair blurted out. "They should be scared of me!" Ivy said defiantly, crossing her arms in a huff. "Okay well apparently according to these officers you two ladies stole some valuable goods, worth over $700 dollars? Is this correct?" "I am terribly sorry!" Blair blurted out, red in the face, her long legs nervously quivering. "I am not admitting to anything until I talk to a lawyer!" Ivy said with disdain in her voice. "Okay, well there are no lawyers here, we have a very old legal system...well actually we had a very old legal system recently reinstated... it is actually somewhat shameful...to...me...to many people here, you must know many of us are against this. It nonetheless is our law and it looks like you are going to have a somewhat public punishment here." Arturo gulped and let out a sigh when he was done talking. "What do you mean, public punishment?" Ivy stood up a stone cold serious look cast upon her face. The officers stepped towards her and she sat down again, intimidated by the stocky men. "Well Ma'am, this is what we are working out, there are some rules in our book of the law, we are not so sure of. Like I said we have a very old law system that was recently reinstated and the police here are not comfortable administering your punishment. Our laws are quite frankly sexist, terrible old laws." Arturo wiped his brow, he was now perspiring. "YOU TELL THOSE OFFICERS, I WILL NOT BE DISCRIMINATED AGAINST!" Ivy got up and stomped her foot on the cobblestone. Ivy's raising of her voice had caused the crowd of curious onlookers to grow. Sitting down again, Ivy regretted causing the crowd to grow. Blair now increasingly nervous started chewing on her nails, before she realized what she was doing and stopped. Tears welled up in both of the captive's eyes. Arturo turned around and seemingly told the officers what Ivy told him to tell them. Ivy slammed her fists on the bench when the two officers started laughing. Ivy again folded her arms and pouted. Ivy hated the feeling of helplessness that was creeping over her. Arturo took a deep breath "Okay ladies, listen I am here because the officers wanted me to tell you what the book of law says, the other officer went to get our chief of police who is also our mayor, she is our head of state in this small autonomous region. She knows some English, but you cannot protest with her, she will make your punishment worse! I implore you, do not cross this woman!" Arturo looked nervous. "I'll protest all I want to that bitch, she might be the mayor or whatever, but she's not as important as me!" Ivy still being defiant said with her fists clenched. "What is our punishment?" Blair said meekly, not sure she wanted to know the answer. "Okay, it is even hard for me to say and I am afraid to tell you, but I must. You must.. forfeit your...your...clothing for your bodies to be displayed, here in the town center." Ivy's eyes almost bulged out of her head, her mouth agape, for the first time in the day she was speechless. Blair screamed into her hands and kicked her feet against the ground, she was completely overwhelmed by the prospect of being naked in public. Ivy was now clutching her sun-dress looking around, her face was growing redder by the second. "No, no, no!" She muttered under her breath. Arturo spoke deliberately and seriously to the ladies, making sure to make eye contact, "You ladies, you must not make this worse, I was brought to tell you the punishment and to tell you not to cross our leader, whose name is Fatiana, she is very strict, please I implore you, do what she says!" Blair now shaking her head in disbelief, her eyes getting increasingly close to tears muttered, "I will do what she says... but she must know that there will be repercussions, our families are very powerful and they will not stand for Ivy and I to be humiliated." Blair was desperate, she did not want to hold up her status to get out of her predicament, but she felt that this situation required it. Ivy's eyes narrowed with hatred "Where is this bitch?" she said her voice quivering with anger and fear. "She is coming very soon, please ladies, do as you are told." Arturo looked nervous, he took out his waiter's napkin and wiped perspiration off of his forehead. Blair tried to hold Ivy's hand to find some comfort but, Ivy batted it away. "This is your fucking fault, for tripping you clumsy slut!" Ivy looked at Blair with rage. "It was your idea to take the fucking little house things to begin with," Blair said, both women let out a long sigh and looked away from each other. Both were angry at the other, neither of them was willing to take any responsibility. Arturo was pacing around having an animated conversation with the guards when suddenly he stopped in his tracks and spun around to talk to Ivy and Blair again. "Here she comes! Remember what I said, please!" Arturo sounded desperate. The crowd was silent the local people stood up straight and saluted, each one of them seemed slightly scared of the woman making her way through the crowd. The crowd slowly parted in an almost choreographed fashion, then suddenly a tall woman, definitely over 6'0" tall in her early to mid-thirties appeared, she was dressed in an elaborate military outfit. She was beautiful and refined looking with wavy medium-length black hair, with deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. The woman had a riding crop in her hand as well as a pistol on her hip in a holster attached to her belt. She stood in front of Ivy and Blair who were both intimidated and were looking away. Blair felt the woman's riding crop touch her cheek, pulling her head towards the piercing blue eyes of the woman. The woman did the same to Ivy, but Ivy resisted, refusing to look at the woman. The woman quickly hit the bench hard with her crop, jolting Ivy into looking at her gaze. "I am Fatiana Delatorre, seven-star general, mayor, chief justice, chief of police and leader of Santa Dora. Address me formally as Alto Reina Delatorre." Fatiana's accent was strong, but her voice was commanding. "I am here because, you two have unequivocally broken a law, the items you stole are a treasure to my people and they are worth a considerable amount of money, enough to qualify you for a shameful punishment." "Have mercy, please! We are not aware of the customs of this land!" Blair blurted out clasping her hands together looking at Fatiana with sad eyes. "I am sorry, but the law is the law, you must have known that stealing is forbidden." Fatiana smiled slightly and sadistically, then continued, "You two ladies will have to rid yourself of your articles of clothing. You may do it by choice, or you may choose to have your clothing ripped to shreds by some of my policemen." Public Punishment in Santa Dora The crowd gasped. "No one is to get any closer than five feet from these women as they endure their punishment!" Fatiana repeated which must have been the same phrase in different languages so the crowd understood. Ivy folded her arms over her dress and looked at Fatiana with a mixture of defiance and hatred. Blair fell to her knees in front of Fatiana, her hands still held together in a praying motion. "Please have mercy! We will pay you back for the lost property 100 times over, we are rich people! Unbelievably RICH! Please, please!" Blair made her face look like that of a lost puppy dog, a single tear streaming down her face. "You look pathetic, you act pathetic! If you are rich, why would you steal? For thrills? Now you grovel at my feet looking up at me like a sad old bitch, who has just eaten her master's food from the table! You are not above the law here in Santa Dora, this isn't America you cannot buy your way out of this! This is your last warning. Rid yourself of your clothes!" Fatiana barked angrily at Blair. Blair started to fumble around with her belt, which seemed to satisfy Fatiana, and the woman moved onto Ivy. "You have not moved, you look at me defiantly... So I will ask you again. Rid yourself of your clothing!" Fatiana ordered sternly to Ivy clearly trying to intimidate her. "Fuck you!" Ivy yelled out still clutching her sun-dress. Fatiana's eyes narrowed and she motioned for the policemen to strip Ivy. Ivy felt her hand roughly get pulled away from her dress. Ivy doubled up her efforts to clutch her dress with her other hand, only to feel the hand tugged away as well. "YOU BASTARD PIGS LET ME GO!" Ivy screamed, struggling mightily to free herself. Ivy stomped her feet trying to step on the toes of the officers. She struggled with every muscle in her body, she was desperate and her eyes expressed pure mortification and fear. Ivy felt a hard tug on the back of her sundress and heard a ripping sound. "Goddamnit! No, no!" Ivy yelled out struggling the best she could. The tugging continued, the ripping sounds continued, Ivy kept on letting out shrill screams. Suddenly Ivy was in her bra and thong, out of instinct her hands which were now free, darted all over her body trying to cover up her partial nudity. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Ivy saw her shredded sun-dress discarded and floating in the fountain. Ivy's breasts were spilling out of her bra, and her ass barely fit inside of her skimpy thong. Ivy spun around, she was clad in only her skimpy underwear and her designer boots. "Back off!" Ivy screamed desperately. Fatiana spoke annoyingly at the guards as they seemed to stand back and stare at their handiwork. They encroached on Ivy again, this time going after her thong and bra. Ivy tried to run away only to feel her thong being stretched by a grasping hand, Ivy clutched her bra clad breasts as her thong stretched exposing her buttocks to the crowd. "Ahhhhhh, stop this instant! You Eurotrash animals!" Ivy screamed, her face red with anger and shame. Ivy felt her bra open up from behind, one of the policemen must have unfastened it. She clutched the front of her bra with both hands tightly, then she felt her thong snap, either it broke or one of the policemen cut it. She grabbed her thong with her other hand. Ivy felt a breeze touch her naked back and ass, Ivy stood, her ass facing away from the crowd. She was petrified, she was clad only in her "come-fuck-me boots." She was holding the shredded remnants of her undergarments over her breasts and pubic hair. She tried to maintain her composure, but her chin was quivering. What made matters worse for Ivy was that she was extremely tan, except for her the areas around her midsection and breasts, she had a very obvious swimsuit tan. "You must hand over your boots as well!" Fatiana said matter of factly to Ivy. "Never, these boots are worth more than you! They are one of a kind!" Ivy protested defiantly. Fatiana walked calmly over to Ivy and began to use the riding crop to harshly spank Ivy's naked buttocks. Immediately dropping her broken thong and bra Ivy started trying to block the crop with her hands as she painfully and comically pranced to the delight of the crowd. "AH! YOU NO, NO, YOU, BITCH!" "Take off your boots, now!" Fatiana said harshly as she continued to painfully smack Ivy on the ass. Ivy Danced, raising one thigh then the other. The crowd was making considerable noise, Ivy could hear some laughing. Being in incredible pain and realizing that she was making an utter fool out of herself, Ivy responded by crouching down and unzipping the sides of her boots, Ivy sniffled as she removed her bare feet from the designer boots. A guard roughly tossed the boots into the fountain. Ivy seemingly now defeated sat in a fetal position covering her body with her knees, rocking back and forth. Fatina crouched down, putting her face near Ivy's, smiling sadistically, "You are going to have to stand, and put your arms to their side." Ivy made angry eye contact with Fatiana and said, "You don't know who my father is! You will pay for this BITCH!" And with that she spits right into Fatiana's face. The crowd gasped. Arturo pulled on his hair a little in complete disbelief, "What did I tell you!" he yelled out. Fatiana showed no emotion, she quickly and decisively wiped the spit off of her face, then Fatiana calmly got up and reached down, roughly grabbing Ivy by her hair, "Let go! What are you doing, you can't do this to me!" Ivy screamed out trying to pry the woman's hand out of her hair. "I am going to do what your father should have done years ago!" Fatiana awkwardly dragged Ivy by her hair over to the bench nearest to them. Fatiana sat down, still gripping Ivy's hair. "Owwwww, what the fuck are you doing!" Ivy yelled out, as she tried to bat Fatiana's hand away from her hair as well as cover up her nudity at the same time. The crowd now had a good view of Ivy's nicely trimmed brown pubic hair. Ivy found herself draped over Fatiana's lap who was sitting on the bench. Ivy's toes just touching the cobblestone, one of her large white breasts touched the bench, the other hung freely. "What the fuck are you doing to me!" Ivy yelled turning her head to look at Fatiana. Struggling to free herself. "I told you! Something this father of yours should have done a long time ago!" And with that statement Fatiana started furiously spanking Ivy on her bare buttocks, with her hand. "OWWWWWWWW, fuck it hurts, stop it, its so humiliating!" Ivy blurted out as she hit Fatiana weakly on her shins. Every smack given to Ivy jiggled her large ass wildly. Fatiana started to slow down her slaps and began to speak again, "You will address me as Alto Reina Delatorre, you will listen to what I say and you will apologize for your insolence!" With that Fatiana began spanking Ivy furiously again, Ivy's ass was now going from white to pink. "NEVER, YOU BITCH!!! OWWWWWW!" Ivy was now inadvertently kicking her bare legs and feet to the amusement of the crowd. Ivy realized the crowd was taking video and pictures of the event. The punishment might be out of something from medieval Europe, but this was modern times, and almost everyone had cell phones. "Oh god, you're ruining me! God! This is so fucking...humiliating!" Ivy blurted out. "Say you're sorry, young lady!" Fatiana said as she continued to spank Ivy's now beet red ass. Ivy started trying to block Fatiana's strikes by bending her leg up to block the spanks with her foot. Fatiana calmly lifted her thigh over Ivy's leg scissoring her in place and continued the spanking. Some in the crowd could now see clear glimpses of Ivy's vagina. "Apologize!" Fatiana harshly ordered. "AHHHHHH, OWWWWWW, It hurts" Ivy screamed and screeched, Ivy's mascara was now running down her cheeks. Fatiana grabbed Ivy's hair and pulled her head up sharply. "Say you're sorry!" Fatiana said sternly. Sniveling Ivy replied, "Sorry, I am sorry, please let me go." Blair who sat frozen unable to undress except for unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her black lace bra had never heard Ivy apologize once in her life. Blair was entranced by Ivy's humiliating public spanking. Fatiana spanked Ivy again with her usual fury, "I want you to scream it out, as loud as you cursed at me, tell me you're sorry until you voice is hoarse!" "I AM SORRY, I AM SO SORRY, PLEASE STOP, I AM SORRY, I LEARNED MY LESSON, PLEASE STOP, I AM SO SORRY! Ivy was now groveling completely at the mercy of Fatiana. Kicking wildly, bucking and twisting. Ivy's breasts and ass gyrated and jiggled in the open air. Ivy's mouth was contorted and expressed utter shock and mortification. Fatiana stopped her spanking and lifted Ivy's head by her hair, "Now I will actually let you go, if you count the next 10 slaps, after each slap you will say "Thank You Alto Reina Deltoree!" Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, it almost looked like she was going to faint, but then she replied, meekly "Okay." Fatiana let Ivy rest on her lap naturally. Ivy had stopped hitting Fatiana in the shins and was no longer trying to use her feet to avoid getting spanked. People in the crowd inched forward to get a better view. Ivy's head was bowed in shame, her eyes closed waiting for the first slap. "SMACK!" Ivy kicked her legs, and screamed, then said "Thank you Alto Reina Delatorre!" As Ivy was enduring her punishment, Arturo approached Blair, "Hurry, you don't want to end up like your friend, get undressed!" Blair heard the loud reverberating sound of Ivy getting her ass spanked and then replied. "I can't it's too humiliating! I am shaking, my hands aren't working!" It was so humiliating for Blair to undress under the watchful eye of the handsome waiter, much less an entire gawking crowd. "Go! Do it! Look you don't want to end up like your friend, I implore you." Arturo looked at Blair with a concerned expression. Blair heard another painful sounding smack and took off her white long-sleeved blouse, revealing a black lace bra. "Oh god, why is this happening to me?" Blair muttered to herself almost in a panic. Another slap to Ivy's ass could be heard. "Take off your skirt, hurry," Arturo spoke. "Is this a nightmare?" Blair said her voice quivering as she put her hands on Arturo's shoulders. "No! This is real life! Take off your skirt! For your own good!" Another smack to Ivy's ass could be heard, this time Ivy let out a scream before she thanked her tormenter. Blair let out a sigh and slid out of her skirt, she was wearing pink panties, adorned with the word "princess" on them. "God, why did I choose to wear these today!" Blair thought as she unfastened the straps to her $850 shoes. Blair quickly covered her breasts. "Take..." Arturo was interrupted by a loud smack to Ivy's ass and Ivy's intense response, Ivy was now deliriously apologizing even when she didn't have to. Arturo finished, "Take off your panties before you are forced to become a blithering fool like your friend." Another loud smack could be heard, Ivy's voice was becoming hoarse, Ivy was uttering insane disjointed panicked words. Worse yet the crowd was actively taking pictures and laughing at Ivy's utter humiliation. "I can't! I can't do it, I can't muster the strength. Why do bad things happen to good people?" Blair asked as she started to cry, her mascara running down her cheeks. Blair heard Ivy's ass get smacked yet again, the crowd was laughing and clapping now, fully engaged in Ivy's humiliation. Blair realizing she didn't have much of a choice started to pull down her panties, but she realized that she had forgotten that she had shaved herself bare just a day before. Blair's baldness would make her feel even more nude. "I can't." Blair covered her medium round breasts again. Again she heard Ivy's ass being smacked. "My count is eight slaps. Now you take off your panties or you might end up like your friend! This is MY LAST WARNING!" Arturo was now almost panicking. Blair looked over at Ivy, once the proudest, most vain person she had ever known was sobbing draped over the lap of another woman in front of a crowd being spanked in the nude. As Blair saw Fatiana's hand descend onto Ivy's buttocks causing Ivy's ass to jiggle uncontrollably and Ivy's naked legs and feet to kick wildly she knew that she had to avoid Ivy's fate. "Thank you Alto Reina Delatorre!" Ivy promptly spoke now sobbing. Blair quickly removed her panties, she did it quickly so she would have no time to stop herself, she quickly kicked her panties away and huddled up into a fetal position, rocking back and forth on the hard cobblestone street. Hopping in her mind that her complacency would allow her tormentors to give her mercy. Fatiana's hand smashed into Ivy's buttocks, it was a strong hard spank and Ivy let out a long blood-curdling scream. Ivy's ass was now nearly purple, Thank you Alto Reina Deltorre!" Ivy responded. "You may rise!" Fatiana said. Ivy collected herself and with her legs shaking began to rise up. Ivy immediately started deeply massaging her ass with her hands. "Oh god, it hurts," Ivy muttered. Some people in the crowd laughed at the sight of Ivy rubbing her buttocks. "Thief!" Fatiana addressed Ivy. "Stand at attention, your hands at your side, face the crowd. Without a whimper, Ivy did just that. Blair from her fetal position felt pity for Ivy. Ivy had never taken orders from anyone, she played by her own rulebook, now it seemed as though she was broken, completely submissive to her tormentor's demands. Blair looked at the camera flashes bombard Ivy, a large crowd was videotaping all of this. Blair closed her eyes wishing it was all a nightmare. But then she felt the cold tip of the riding crop against her cheek. "Rise, thief!" Now Fatiana was addressing Blair. Blair opened her eyes and looked into the cold blue eyes of Fatiana, again Blair's eyes began to water, out of instinct Blair began again to grovel. "Please, don't do this...I am sorry, I will pay you back one thousand fold." "I said, rise thief!" Fatiana ordered even more sternly than before. Blair slowly began to stand up covering her breasts and bald pubic area. As Blair stood her knees buckled together, her lips were quivering. The open air enhanced her feeling of exposure. A cold breeze glanced against her buttocks and Blair almost fainted out of pure humiliation. Collecting herself, she looked up and wept as she saw a sea of phones videotaping and snapping pictures of her debasement. "Stand up straight, hands at their side!" Fatiana ordered. Blair heard what must have been catcalls in various other languages as she did as she was told. Blair felt the breeze touch her nipples, she felt them almost immediately harden. Her breathing was pressured, her chin quivered, tears dropped onto the cobblestone ground. Blair didn't want to lose all composure, she wanted to hold some dignity so she tried not to completely break down. For the time being, she was able to stop her water-works. Sniffling she held her head high. Blair's completely shaven pubic area enhanced her feeling of exposure, she had never felt so naked. Her chest heaved, she shifted her bare feet on the cold rocky cobblestone. Fatiana picked up Blair's panties with her riding crop and inspected them. "Arturo, read this!" Arturo read the lettering on the panties." "Princess," Arturo said, Fatiana for the first time began to chuckle. Blair didn't know it, but her face got even redder than before. Fatiana approached her with the underwear. and placed Blair's underwear on her head and stood back to admire what she had done. "Look at the princess." Blair was beyond humiliated, she stood naked in front of a crowd with princess panties on her head. Her vision was temporarily blocked by her panties, yet she heard laughter from the crowd. Fatiana seemed to get out of the way so that the crowd could fully appreciate Blair's newest predicament. "I will now have Mercy," Fatiana said approaching Blair, she removed Blair's underwear from her head and smiled as Blair was now crying, her nostrils were inflamed, her chest heaving. Blair's plan to remain composed was already failing miserably. Blair looked over at Ivy, the same breakdown was happening to her. "I am going to leave you ladies here while I get lunch, my policemen will watch over you. You two please get a grip of your dignity for we have only just begun." Fatiana marched off into a nearby cafe. Arturo walked in front of the pointing jeering crowd and raised his voice to say, "I am sorry I...I didn't tell you there was another part to the punishment..." Arturo was interrupted by one of the officers going with Fatiana. "Alto Reina Delatorre wishes you to accompany her for her meal." Arturo scuttled off without explaining the next phase. Blair and Ivy were left quivering naked, their arms to their side their naked bodies exposed. Their imaginations raced, what kind of humiliation would they endure next? *** Ivy and Blair sat silent, nude and humiliated in front of a crowd of people in the town square of Santa Dora. Ivy scanned the crowd, wincing in pain as she did, her ass still felt like it was on fire. A group of what looked like Swedish women were standing in front of her, they wore expensive clothing like her, they were attractive and well groomed, they could have been the Swedish version of her and her friends back in the states. They were nudging each other and laughing, even pointing at the mortified Ivy. For some reason, this humiliated Ivy more than the other onlookers. Ivy was looking at a mirror, she saw that if circumstances were different she would be doing the same thing. Ivy loved to tear people down to lift herself up. Now she was one being torn down. Ivy shifted her jaw, her breath became more sudden and sharper, she wanted to scream, but she had no choice, it was clear that non-compliance would bring an even greater punishment to her. Blair noticed the Swedish girls as well, but the onlooker that made her the most furious was a stoic young man who had a small video recorder in his hand, he just stood there filming. Blair couldn't comprehend why no one had come to her rescue, why no one had stood up to Fatiana? Instead everyone seemed to at the very least look on with curiosity. No one had the courage to save her! Some people did look worried, but they pointed and whispered in each others ears. "What were they saying?" Blair wondered. Blair in her shame induced hysteria deduced that they were judging her body, mocking it and pointing out every detail flaw. "Arriba!" Blair heard one of the policemen standing guard say. Before Blair could determine what "Arriba!" meant, Blair felt the rough callused hand of a policeman touch her back and straighten Blair up. Blair didn't realize it, but she had become slouched. Blair sniffled as she was reintroduced to the horrifying reality that standing up straight like she was proud, when she was truly humiliated only amplified her feelings of shame and mortification. Blair gulped and closed her eyes, she tried to think good thoughts. As Ivy's eyes focused more on the Swedish girls, her anger became intense. Naked with her mascara running down her cheeks, she tried to intimidate the Swedish girls. Ivy saw one of the girls mouth the word "Pa-the-tic" in English. Ivy gritted her teeth and quickly turned her head. As soon as she did this Ivy felt the not so tender touch of one of the policemen grab her cheeks and squeeze. He forcibly turned her head back around to look straight ahead. The Swedish girls now knew they had power over Ivy and they started taunting. Horrible insults in broken English were thrown at Ivy. "You deserve, thieving bad!" "Now you naked, like slut!" The girls taunted Ivy, even though their insults were horrible, Ivy became enraged. Ivy's nostrils flared and her breasts heaved up and down.