Reforming Little Anya (7 page)

Watching from the window, she saw Misha move past the house and into the garage. She was going to work on the car or something. The cooks were inside, the brats were working in the garden, Viktor was nowhere in sight, and the gate unguarded. Now was the time to act. She was loath to go out again dressed like she was, but changing into the jeans the girls wore to work would take too long; time was of the essence. She bolted out the room, down the front stairs to the living room, and out the front door. Moving to edge of the house, she peeked around, no one was in sight.

That’s when she took off! Out the gate she ran, down the street at full speed, and then she made the turn Iva had told her about. It didn’t take long, although she was out of breath when she got there. It seemed she needed to visit the gym a bit more. Still, she was overjoyed to look upon the quaint little inn. It was cute, rustic, and had a classic white picket fence with roses growing across it and up trellises on the sides of the stone building.

Jessica moved through the gate, ever on guard and watchful for anyone who might accost her. Where could Kelly be? She climbed the three low and wide steps to the narrow porch, still no signs of life, and moved through the open doorway. The place was downright creepy, no one around, deathly quiet. She wondered if she was in the right place. The lobby was an open room with a counter on the right, stairs on the left, and a low arched doorway that gave access to a dining hall across from the door. She stepped to the center of the room and looked around.

Silence.

“Kelly, are you here?” she called out, rather tentatively.

Bam
, the door slammed behind her. Jessica literally jumped in the air and almost wet herself. Coming down to earth, she spun around, and found herself confronted by a man, old and a bit worn, but with soft gentle eyes. He had to be the innkeeper.

“Can I help you, little one?” he said.

“Ahhh, I’m looking for someone, she’s supposed to be staying here.”

His brow wrinkled. “How could you know anyone here? You’re from the girls’ home. Did Misha or Viktor send you for something?”

“How do you know…?” Jessica’s voice trailed off as she realized how he knew: her outfit. “Ahhh, yes, I’m from the home, and I’m looking for a friend, she’s staying here. So, can you tell me which room—?”

“Little one,” he snapped, cutting her off, “you should not be wandering off without supervision. You better run along home before—”

“Look, old man, I’m about out of patience!” she shot back. “Now, you’re going to answer my questions or, I swear to God, I’ll—I’ll t-paper every tree you’ve got, and cover your windows with rotten eggs.”

A large figure loomed on the porch, and Jessica froze, her blood chilling in her veins. She knew who it was. A moment later, the door opened, and Mr. Bastard-Monster entered. The frown on his face was even more chilling.

“Ah, Viktor,” the man said. “I was going to call you. Did you send this little one here for something?”

He shook his head. “No, I did not! I saw a small figure racing down the street and knew it had to be one of my girls. I had a feeling it was
you
, Anya. Young lady, explain yourself.”

“Ah, the Russian girl. My goodness, her English very good. She use words even I not know.”

Viktor’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Jessica. “Really? Anya, I’m waiting.”

Chapter Six

Think fast, must think fast. Brain, go into overdrive and save ass from torment!

“Well, you see, sir, this is where I stayed with my momma and poppa, and when Iva and I were coming home, I was sure I—I saw… him,” Jessica choked out, even as she made her eyes fill with tears.

“Oh, my child, I’m so sorry,” Viktor replied. He bent down and wrapped his great long arms about her. “Anya, I know you miss them, but you must understand, your momma and poppa, they’re…”

“With Jesus now?” she said, getting the tears to trickle down her cheeks.

It was hard for Jessica not to grin.
Oh, this is going better than I could have hoped for!

“Yes. So, let’s go along home now,” he said, standing and taking her by the hand.

Jessica heaved a great sigh. “Yes, you’re right.”

“Ah, excuse me, but what little one talking about? She and parents never stay here.”

“What?” Jessica and Viktor said, almost together.

Damn! I was sure the Russian brat must have stayed here; it’s the only inn open. Oh, crap! Now what?

“Are you sure, Sergio?” Viktor said.

He nodded. “Absolutely. This time of year, we very quiet. Only guests we have were Americans. They were supposed to—”

Jessica’s eyebrows shot straight up and she smiled. “Yes, this is it,
this
is the proof of what I’ve been telling you! I was one of those Americans, Jessica Alban, and my friend is Kelly O’Brian, she’s staying here, isn’t she? Take me to her room and she’ll straighten this whole thing out.”

“Little one, I not understand what you talk about. I have no Jessica Allan or Kelly Whatever stay here.”

“What?” Jessica shouted, and raced up to him. “But you just said two American women were staying here!”

“No, if you not interrupt and let me finish, I would have said that Americans were
supposed
to stay here. They have reservation, but they never show up.”

“Were there two women, Sergio?” Viktor said.

He shrugged. “I not know. I only told that they executives with company that thinking of building resort here.”

Viktor nodded. “Ah yes, I remember the town council talking about that. It could be a great boost to the area.”

Jessica felt the rage boil within her. She beat on Sergio’s chest with her small fists. “You stupid son of a bitch! How could you not know about us? God damn it, I’m one of the women.”

A sudden pain in her ear caused her to freeze. Viktor had grabbed her and was dragging her toward the door.

“Anya, this is the last straw,” he said, his anger clear. “I have had enough of your lies and your bad language.”

He dragged Jessica outside. There was a nice park bench sitting next to the fence, and he headed for it.

“Let go of me! I’m tired of this stupid age-play game. I demand to speak to the American Embassy in Prague, do you hear me? I have rights, I’m an American citizen.”

Viktor sat and over his lap went Jessica.

Smack!
A hard right hand impacted her small bottom. And thus the pattern was set for the next several minutes: Viktor spanked, Jessica squirmed and complained, and the sounds of their little duet echoed throughout the area. Jessica didn’t know what was worse—the spanking or that it was out in public, and a small crowd was starting to form around them. Jessica went from complaints and demands to apologies and explanations, and finally to begging and pleading.

“All right, little girl, I want you to say who you are and where you’re from, right here in front of everyone,” Viktor ordered, not letting up for a second.

“I’m… I’m Anya Holstein, ouch! I’m eighteen, and, ow, I’m from Russia,” Jessica choked out between yelps.

Viktor stopped, but did not release her. “Very good. That was your
first
punishment, Anya.”

She shuddered. “F-f-first?”

“This first spanking over your skirt was for running away,” he explained, and then flipped her tiny skirt up. “The second is for lying about your parents staying here!”

Jessica gasped, both at the prospect of getting another spanking and that her little white cotton panty-clad bottom was on display to everyone.

“Nooo, not more,” she wailed. “Please, mercy!”

Smack!
Viktor’s hand resumed spanking her already sore ass. Jessica bucked and heaved as hard as she could, trying to wiggle out of range, but Viktor was far too big and strong to escape. Wave upon wave of pain rippled through her poor behind, and she wailed, even as she threw back her hands to block. It was a pointless gesture; he deftly pinned her hands behind her back, and barely missed a beat in the spanking.

“Are you ever going to tell lies about your parents again?” he scolded.

“Owwiieeee! Noooo, never, never lieee againnn,” Jessica howled.

If she had been capable of rational thought at that moment, Jessica would have found it a touch ironic that she had essentially just promised to do exactly that: lie.

Then came the next pause, and Jessica gasped as she felt something ominous swirl across her blazing backside: a paddle! She swallowed hard.
Oh, God, I’m going to die, right here, right now, I’m going to be beaten to death.

“And now, Anya, you get the final punishment, this is for your big lie: that American story again.”

“No, pleaseeeee, I can’t take more,” she begged.

Whack!
The paddle landed. Jessica screamed and tried to break free. She kicked her legs, for all of about four seconds; Viktor easily clamped her tiny legs between his muscular thighs. After that, she was pretty much helpless, and soon the tears flowed freely. It wasn’t long before she lay broken across Viktor’s lap, simply bawling at the top of her lungs; she wasn’t even aware that the paddling had ended for a good five minutes.

“All right, Anya, it’s all over, and I hope this is the last time you ever earn such a punishment,” he said, releasing her.

Slowly, painfully, Jessica lifted herself to her feet. She would never sit again, of that she was certain. Her ass was throbbing about four times faster than her heart, and she couldn’t even think about rubbing. She stood there, just sobbing, trying to get herself and her emotions under control.

Viktor wrapped his arms about her and eased her onto his lap, careful to position her so her blazing backside didn’t take any weight. He lightly stroked her hair and rocked her, whispering words of comfort that actually seemed to help her calm down.

“Sorry, so sorry,” she choked out between sobs.

“Now, Anya, I want you to know how lucky you are. By all rights, you should get a
fourth
punishment: for the terrible things you said to Sergio, and assaulting him.”

Jessica shuddered in utter horror. “I… please, mercy,” she squeaked.

Viktor looked at her with sympathy. “But I feel you’ve been punished enough. However, it’s not my decision, it’s his.”

Jessica slowly turned toward the building, making great effort not to stretch her tender skin. There stood the innkeeper, and she again shivered. What would be his sentence?

“Sir, I-I am very—
very
—sorry for my words and actions toward you,” she said. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to make amends.”

Sergio stepped off the porch and came down to stand before her. “Yes, I feel she learn lesson. However, I have suggestion to further, ahhh, how you say, drive it home? Viktor, how about this: next month, during Easter celebration, the little one come here for day and work? If she do good job, all forgiven, if not, she get firm dose of my pomlázka.”

Viktor smiled. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Not only will she benefit from some old-fashioned work, but she’ll learn more about our culture and heritage.”

“What’s a pomlázka?” Jessica gasped.

“Do a bad job, and you’ll find out,” Viktor warned. “Now, hold still.”

Jessica was confused, but did as she was told, not wanting to do anything to further anger Mr. Monster-Man. The man’s strength was not to be believed. Jessica truly felt that he could arm wrestle Arnold Schwarzenegger, and win! Viktor pulled out a camera and snapped a quick couple of shots of Jessica. She wondered what that was all about.

“Very good. Now, let’s deal with your filthy mouth. Sergio, would you mind?”

He grinned, nodded, and headed back inside. Jessica was again confused, for a moment, and then she figured it out.

Oh, crap, not again
.

She opened her mouth to protest, but then snapped it shut. Her ass was sending an urgent message to her brain:
Shut up, I can’t take more!
A moment later, he was back, soapy washcloth in hand, and she groaned in anticipation. He handed it to Viktor, and he promptly held it in front of Jessica’s mouth.

“Open,” he ordered.

Jessica cringed, but complied, and in it went. After that, Viktor took her by the elbow and marched her back to the home. Jessica sobbed and gagged the whole way; every step stretched her swollen and tender ass, and it didn’t help that Viktor was able to take great huge strides with every step. It took two of Jessica’s steps to equal one of his. She never thought she’d be grateful to see that miserable dump of a building again, but she was; it meant she would be able to spit out the horrid cloth. Viktor finally slowed his pace, as they headed inside and up the stairs. It seemed he was determined to draw this punishment out! Yet, finally came some relief: they got to the bathroom and Viktor removed the cloth.

“Now you may rinse,” he said. “After that, get to your room and into your work clothes.”

“W-w-work clothes?” Jessica said, and then bolted for a sink.

Viktor nodded, as Jessica rinsed. “Yes. What, did you think you’d gotten out of helping in the garden? Not at all. Here, all of our little girls help, everyone works, and so shall you. Is that clear?”

Jessica finished rinsing, spit out her last mouthful of water, and turned to look up at him. “Yes, sir,” she said softly.

After that, it was off to her room. Jessica shed her uniform and pulled on a simple t-shirt, and then got out some well-worn jeans. A full-length mirror was attached to the wall next to the dresser. She turned her back toward the mirror and gently eased down her panties a bit to inspect the damage. She was definitely going to be black and blue, and unable to sit for hours, maybe well into the next day. She then put on the jeans and
very
daintily slid them into position.

Oh, the pain.

Once her sneakers were on, she plodded, sadly and slowly, down the back stairs and out the door. The perky brats were working away, and there was Queen Chipper—Iva. She raced over to Jessica, full of questions and support, and led her to the garden to start helping. Jessica wasn’t sure what to say about the incident. It was clear that the girls didn’t know what had happened, but if she lied about it, she was worried that Viktor would find out. The consequences of that eventuality were too terrible to contemplate. So, she gave them a sort of abridged version of the event.