UD: Ice Cold Hands

Through all her frustration, copious tears and rapidly-beating heart, her tired arms and throbbing headache, all sat atop a roasted red bottom, the cold was the only thing keeping Beth awake in that moment. She wanted nothing more than to pass out - to shut her eyes and wake up in a reality where this hadn’t happened. As Hannah left her be, she took cautious steps back, trying her damndest not to look intimidated - but with their past victims, it was no easy feat to look scary with her pants and thong still down by her feet, and her bright red buttocks lit up behind her. Beth gulped reflexively. A full year on this mountain surrounded by blood-curling props and engineering mechanics meant to shock the soul, and yet here she was, unable to soothe the goosebumps on her arms just looking at Hannah across the room. Her lip quivered with uncertainty.

Had THAT been what her sister went through every time she was angry? Certainly not, Beth must have gotten it much worse, she figured - if things were bad enough that seeing Emily receive an extra bonus strike against her fat ass didn’t lighten her mood even a little bit, then it was time to start taking things seriously. Hannah was coming for her next. Instinctively stepping back, Beth curled up against the table she was just spanked on and moved her knees in front of her, as if this was somehow protecting her.

Rather than be back to punish her, Hannah seemed more than ready to stop spanking for one day. With a flash of relief in her lightbulb-sized eyes, Beth bit her tongue and nodded frantically, moving down to stand back up on two feet. “Y-yes, Han, right.” She muttered, shutting her eyes to fight off the impending blush as she bent over to pick her thong off the ground first. The belting and shere anger stored inside her had kept the embarrassment off her back until this point; during their yearly stay, Beth only ever changed behind closed doors. Hannah hadn’t once seen her without a full set of clothes on, while on the other hand, the former was often punished by losing her clothes entirely. The shoe was on the other foot now and Beth couldn’t feel more squeamish as she moved her thong right back up her body, the thin-laced cloth hugging her hips and backside far too comfortably now.

Her jeans followed suit, and with a hushed gasp, Beth brought her pants up and around her lower body, only now realizing how tightly fitting they are thanks to the harsh denim scraping against her sore skin. With a harsh swallow, she looked back up at Hannah only for a soft moment - before shaking her head and looking away again. “Hm. We’ve been missing for a year, Hannah, we can’t go back that easily.” She started, her tone indignant and snarky. One eye opened and looked back to her sister upon realizing her standoffish statement. “I-I mean, we’ll go back, for sure, we have to plan first, though. And you, you can help, okay?” Beth added, less confidently.

“First step, get these bastards off our mountain.” Beth sighed, crossing her arms, finally able to maintain eye contact with Hannah even if only for a minute or two. She nodded towards Emily. “I can at least keep her pants, right?”

Hannah at first tensed up at her sister's initial rude attitude but instantly calmed down once Beth finished speaking in a much less insulting manner which let the brunette know that the spanking did the trick after all...at least for now anyways. After a quick shake of the head she replied, "I guess leaving won't be as easy as it sounds so we can probably plan it somewhere else." Hannah's eyes floated to the still bared Emily which she wasn't entirely confident sharing their escape plan with even if she was a blubbering mess currently.

Another sigh came out of the girl's mouth as she prepared to leave the building but paused at the sound of Beth's voice once again. "Well I don't see why you can't take it...or what's left of them anyways." Hannah bobbed her heads toward the shredded jeans which didn't look very salvageable after what the knife put them through. The teen might have felt bad stealing Em's clothing during this freezing weather normally but they were torn apart so it didn't make much of a difference; it also didn't hurt keeping a memory of the revenge that the girls had today for safe keeping.

Another deep breath came out of Hannah's mouth as she reached the door and rested her hand against it. The idea of finally leaving this dreaded mountain after a year of being forced to survive and adapt to the rough climate and scarcity of food, butterflies flew around in the brunette's stomach. The Hannah from a couple months ago might have been scared to go but right now she was nothing but confident and determined to come home. A small smirk appeared on her face as she thought to herself, 'Who would've guessed that giving a couple of well deserved spanking would change me forever?' Then Hannah opened the door and walked through it for hopefully the last time.

With her eyes on Emily’s deep red buttocks, Beth contemplated what further punishment or humiliation she could sneak in before they made their escape. Unfortunately, the radiant heat now put in her own bottom had her feeling discouraged from trying anything too funny. “Can I keep her shirt, too?” was on the tip of her tongue, but knowing the answer, she put it off. Though it did make her realize - never before would she ask Hannah for permission to try something like that. She didn’t respond to Hannah, Hannah responded to her. Unsettled by this development, Beth scraped her scraps of jeans from off the floor and brought them along with her, pursing her lips as they ducked back into hiding.

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From the corners of a dreary, dark room, drenched in shadows, an exhausted blonde figure with bags accenting her tired eyes sat motionlessly with her grave stare looking dead ahead. It had been some time since Samantha was evacuated off of Mount Washington, the gentlemen who rescued her kind enough to spare a jacket to wrap herself in to keep her safe from the ungodly cold. Unfortunately, far, far away from her clothes and any civilization, she remained wrapped only in the burly winter coat she had been provided, her towel much too dirty to continue wearing before. The matted fur was thick enough to wrap over her breasts safely, but definitely did not reach down nearly far enough to cover her ruby red bottom, the fading sting of her previous spanking relit from the uncomfortable touch of the chair’s cold steel.

A light turned on from in front of her, flashing her dead in the eyes. Sam didn’t blink. Her mile-long stare stayed firmly put in front of her, the only thing betraying her stoic look being the unfading blush that had stained her cheeks since she was first found with her arms above her head, cowering in a bathroom in the total nude with a freshly spanked bottom. It wasn’t surprising to hear Ashley, Jessica and Emily were found in similar states, though knowing as much about the latter two brought a hesitant smile to her face at first. It faded fast. She didn’t wish this kind of embarrassment on anyone, even them, and what made things so much lovelier was that she - as far as she knew - was the only one who knew the truth. And she wouldn’t say a word.

“Ms. Giddings.” A dark voice called through the glass. Sam’s gaze didn’t break. “Sam.” She corrected. The voice hesitated. “...Samantha,” they reopened, “What can you tell us about what happened?”

Sam cocked her head. “You’re really going to make me repeat this? You heard the reports, didn’t you?” She lashed back. The voice paused. Then spoke again. “We will need your full cooperation.”

With a pause, Sam’s head dropped down as if in thought about what to say next. “Uggghhh…” She groaned, crossing her arms over her cold chest. It wasn’t easy to look intimidating naked in general - to do so with her buttocks still on fire made things all the worse. “Look, I was trying to take a bath, so I was already naked, it’s not like they…” She started, though knowing the towel would have to be mentioned eventually. “So they broke into my bathroom, and assaulted me. End of story.”

“Did they hit you anywhere besides the targeted areas?” The voice asked. Knowing exactly what that meant, Sam shied away. “No…” She muttered. “Just on the buttocks, then?”

With her face flushed a bright red, Samantha nodded. “Y-Yeah, yeah.”

The sound of scribbling on a notepad from the other side of the room prompted a fatigued frown as Samantha looked back to the shadowy figure in the room with her. “It’s too early to point any fingers. But do you know any suspects with potential motives behind this series of assaults?”

Samantha rolled her eyes, and took a deep breath. “...no.” She hesitantly responded, after some troubled thought.

"Fuck!" Jessica Riley cried out after she instinctively tried to sit down on the plastic chair placed for her in the middle of the room only to be reminded of the firm hairbrush spanking her memories told her was quite a while ago though her rear argued it was just recently. The blonde was forced to be reminded of that painful sting with her tight jeans and underwear putting pressure on her bottom constantly; it made her feel as if the pain couldn't get any worse until now, when she attempted to put even more pressure on it causing her to whimper from the sting. Jessica's hands immediately flew to the seat of her pants but stopped before they made contact...it would be much too embarrassing to rub her ass in front of people even if they could guess that was exactly what the teen was about to do based on her current position.

"Are you alright?" An alarmed and concerned voice came from not too far away as the detective currently questioning her seemed to be lost somewhere between coming to help out and giving Jess enough personal space after her dramatic incident.

"I'm fine!" The girl snapped at the detective before they could move but guilt instantly filled her body. These were the people that saved her after all so it was unfair to take out her frustrations on them. She quickly added, "Thanks, I just...want to get this over with and go home. Please."

Despite having her bright red butt bare as many of cops entered the shack on the mountains for her rescue, it took minutes of reassurance before Jessica was able to trust these people enough when they said that the intruders were gone and that she was able to put her panties and jeans back on and get out of the corner. The strangers' threats still formulated in the blonde's head over and over again but she also found serving her corner time until she died of either exposure, starvation, or dehydration wasn't a very enticing option either.

The detective nodded and sat across from Jess even though the well spanked girl decided to lean against the wall with her head down and arms crossed instead. "So were you able to to get any details on the attackers at all? Their height, build, gender? Anything that you were able to see definitively?"

"Uh...I guess they were my height or something like that but I don't really remember that much because I wasn't paying attention...they had soft hands but it still could have been a guy." Jessica sniffled as she wanted to help but knew she wasn't answering very confidently which wasn't very helpful. Something suddenly popped into the blonde's head as she made eye contact with the detective and nearly shouted, "Did anybody find a phone? My phone! It's pink, did you find it?"

"No, we didn't find anything like that. Sorry." They raised an eye brow and rubbed their chin. "Was there something wrong with your phone?"

"No!" Jessica reassured unconvincingly as her voice shook. The last thing she wanted anybody to know was that someone had pictures of not only her naked ass but her face too which made it quite clear that Jessica Riley had gotten a bare bottom spanking and was currently serving a corner time in which she was crying during. The idea of that photo being put on the internet caused her heart to drop. "I just don't want to pay for another phone again...can I go home now? I really just want to lay down instead of being here."

Jess was shocked but also relieved when the detective answered instantly, "That's fine, your mind seems to be all over the place right now anyways. You have my number though so don't be afraid to call me if you remember anything important."

Meanwhile, in the next room over, there wasn’t just one detective in the room - but a number of onlookers, two of which big and burly security guards with two questionnaires seated at the metal desk. Curled up with her legs against the floor sat the third member of the incident.

“Ms. Brown-“ The first detective started. “No.” Ashley quietly muttered back.

“Ms. Brown…” The second spoke up, the intentions of their voice clearly less inclined on being silenced. “No!” Ashley repeated, curling her legs tighter to her body.

This had gone on for some time already and the P. I.’s were getting sick of it. Exchanging a tired glance, one removed their glasses and rubbed their eyes tiredly. “Ms. Brown, you have the right to remain silent if so desired. But half of your friends don’t know anything, and the other half were assaulted, like you.” They explained, to which Ashley peaked her head up for the slightest second. “Don’t you owe it to them to give us whatever information you can?”

Ashley’s lip furled, as if she was considering it for the slightest second. Her head disappeared into her knees not long after. “Why don’t you ask them, then?! I’ll already never hear the end of this from them…”

With a sigh, one agent put their hand to the other’s. “From what we understand, everyone’s situation was different. You were one of the luckier ones. Two of your companions came back with hardly any clothes at all.” The detective explained, like that’d help her feel better.

“I don’t feel very lucky.” Ash quipped back, but after a minute, her frightened eyes reappeared again. “C-Can I lend Sam my jacket? Can you bring it to her?” She asked. The detectives shared looks.

“Of course. But can we have your cooperation, in return?” They asked. Ashley pouted, and ducked her head back down again. “Fine.” She huffed, “Sorry… you don’t know how bad this is…"

Having to deal with a broken Emily Davis as she sobbed and begged for help seemed difficult enough as it sounded especially on a rather long helicopter ride home where she'd only cry louder with every bump of the vehicle; a couple of officers were forced to hold the girl down after her third time trying to stand up. Everyone had clearly seen the...damages done to her which seemed painful enough but standing in the middle of a helicopter ride was much too dangerous even in her circumstances.

Little did anybody know that the normal Emily Davis was much more of a handful.

"What do you mean nobody even has a lead on where the attackers are yet? You're just going to stuff me in this cramped fucking room and ask me questions but you're not even going to catch the mother fuckers who assaulted me? Is this what you call justice for the innocent?" Emily screamed at the detective across the room as pure fiery flowed through her body. Things most likely could have been much worse when it came to the teen's anger but luckily for the cops, these were different circumstances as Em had half of her attention on a certain part of her body which was glowing much more than her face and was red for an entirely different reason than anger.

The woman sighed as a look of frustration was clearly on her face. "Please calm down, it's unreasonable to expect us to find the culprits in a matter of hours, especially when none of the victims saw nothing of the assaulters' appearances and are having difficulty of thinking of any suspects whatsoever."

Emily wasted no time laughing sarcastically at the detective while searching for the right curse words she could use which would help take her anger out on the woman in front of her. Once Em was given a police officer's coat to use to cover herself on the walk here, she practically ordered them to hold it up from the back for her as the immediate contact with her rear caused her to yelp in pain and begin crying again. Sure that only increased the chance of anybody behind her sneaking a peak of the damaged state her ass was currently in but at least there wasn't any pressure against her.

Even now, Emily couldn't but have the coat lifted a bit as she carefully and slowly attempted to rub the pain away from her oh so sore dark red cheeks.

"They're all so fucking useless! How do you not even think about ripping the mask off and seeing who it is?" Emily muttered more so to herself than anything. The last thing she expected was for the detective to raise her eyebrow and lean forward with interest. "Did you happen to see what the perpetrators looked like?"

The bully was a split second away from revealing exactly what she saw until suddenly remembering Beth's threats when it came to leaving the corner; what would that psycho maniac possibly do if she found out Emily snitched on her to the cops and got her arrested? Would she escape from jail and spank her again except make it even worse than last time? Emily thought the sisters were dead just a day ago so who knows what would happen!

"I didn't see anything." The teenager was finally able to whisper as she stared at the floor while fighting the urge to cry again at the constant sting coming from her bottom. "Who gives a shit anyways? They're probably long gone by now."