Melinda Duchamp: Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

Alice was so embarrassed she wanted to die.

“Look! The slut licks the paddle!” the Queen declared.

The crowd gasped.

“And look how she moves her hips!”

More gasps, and some camera flashes. This was intolerable. Alice’s whole body burned with a blush, but she still couldn’t stop wiggling her bottom.

“Alice, I have sentenced you to be paddled for being a slut. The number you have chosen is twenty. Is that your final number?”

Alice wasn’t sure how to answer. The Queen’s fingers were making it impossible to think. Was this a chance to save herself from the number being multiplied by ten?

“Forty!” Alice squealed, praying it was high enough.

Another gasp from the onlookers.

“You heard her! Alice begs to be paddled more times!” the Queen said. “Who else but a slut would do that?”

And then the Queen’s lovely fingers were withdrawn, and she walked behind Alice, continuing to pat and caress her buttocks, which the spanking table position high in the air for all to gape at. Then the Queen began to recite a poem, which made perfect sense given the situation.

Twinkle twinkle little slut,

Now we’ll spank you on your butt,

Everyone will stand and watch,

As you bare your hairless crotch.

“What is with you people and your stupid rhymes?” Alice asked.

The Queen raise the paddle high, and Alice was infused with the same kind of adrenaline-fueled fear as when she was at the doctor’s and about to be given a shot.

“Wait!” Alice pleaded. “Shouldn’t I have a safeword?”

The Queen paused. “A safeword?”

Alice nodded frantically. “If things become too painful, I say the safeword and you stop.”

“But my dear, a paddling is supposed to be painful.”

“Please, Your Majesty! You must allow me a safeword. I beg you.”

The Queen’s brows furrowed, and she said, “Fine. Your safeword is more.”

“Thank you, Your-”

A loud crack! thundered across the croquet area as the paddle landed on Alice’s left buttock, cutting off her next word.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt much. Pilar’s spanking had carried more weight and force. But the surprise and suddenness of the blow made Alice cry out.

The second and third strikes came quickly, and now a definite heat had settled into her bottom. Strangely, it matched the heat between her legs, and by the fourth smack Alice realized with great astonishment that she wasn’t minding it too much.

With five and six, the stinging began, but Alice was able to bear it.

At seven smacks on her left buttock, Alice really began to feel it. The Queen wasn’t hitting her any harder than before, but each seemed to build upon the last. Though she wasn’t able to tune out the gawking crowd around her, Alice had begun focusing on the lick of the paddle, the sensations it produced. She found herself anticipating the next blow, almost willing it to come.

But the Queen didn’t swing. Instead, her hand moved between Alice’s legs and begin to stroke rapidly. Alice cried out, the pleasure from the caress and the sting from the paddle blending together until they seemed to be one and the same.

“Tell the crowd, Alice,” the Queen purred. “Are you a dirty little slut?”

Alice shook her head. She could never say those words. They were too embarrassing, too vulgar. She would have been humiliated to say them to Lewis, whom she planned to marry some day. But to this group of strangers? Naked and bent over a spanking table? No way could she debase herself like that.

“Very well,” the Queen said, and then began a flurry of paddle strokes, so fast they sounded like applause. Alice’s legs were tense, her muscles locked, and she set her jaw and tried to brace herself against the onslaught, but it came so fast that all she could do was cry out. Right when Alice was certain she couldn’t bear another blow, the Queen switched buttocks, focusing on the right one and giving the burning left one a rest.

But all too soon, her right rump began to heat up and sting something mighty. Alice struggled against her bonds, trying to pull away from the paddle, but there was no escape.

“More!” Alice yelled, reaching the peak of her endurance. “I beg you!”

The Queen stopped, and Alice let out a long sigh of relief. The sigh became a moan as the Queen roughly jammed two fingers inside her, working them in and out.

“The slut begs for more,” the Queen said, “even though she has completed her sentence!”

“No!” Alice cried. “Please don’t.”

“How many more would you like, slut?”

“No more, Your Majesty! Please! I beg you!”

“A thousand? I can form the crowd in a line, give them each a chance to paddle your splendid bottom.”

“No! Don’t! I… I…” Alice squeezed her eyes shut. “Five more!”

“The slut wants five more!” the Queen shouted.

The audience cheered.

“Count them, Alice. If you lose count, we shall start over.”

Again the paddle struck Alice’s tormented bottom, lighting it up as if she’d sat upon a stove.

“One,” she said, fighting tears.

“Louder.”

“One!”

The Queen returned her two fingers to Alice’s honey hole, thrusting once and making Alice gasp. Then the fingers were removed and the paddle came down again.

“Two!” Alice yelled.

The Queen’s fingers again entered Alice, this time pumping in and out twice. Then the paddle once more.

“Three!”

Three lovely strokes, and once again Alice’s bottom began to buck. When the paddle hit the fourth time, Alice moaned, and she couldn’t tell if it was from pain or pleasure.

“Four!”

The Queen’s delicious fingers penetrated Alice four times, using a downward angle that hit a spot Alice had never felt before. A spot inside her, just behind the clitoris, that was so sensitive it felt as if it was her clitoris being stroked. Through all of her adventures that day, no man had managed to hit that spot.

“That is your G-spot,” the Queen said, wiggling her fingers.

Alice screamed. She was very close to coming.

“No one knows how to please a woman like another woman,” the Queen said. “I know your body better than you do.”

Then the fingers were withdrawn and the paddle came down for the fifth time, and again Alice screamed, her bottom ablaze, her womanhood dripping wet, waiting desperately for the Queen’s fingers to return.

But they didn’t.

“Look how she wiggles and writhes!” said someone in the crowd.

“Such a little slut!”

“She loves the paddle!”

“Look how wet she is!”

“She’s about to come!”

Alice was about to come. She needed to, so badly. The taunts only made her desire worse.

“The sentence is complete!” the Queen roared. “Release the prisoner!”

The guards quickly unstrapped Alice’s wrists and ankles, and all Alice could think was, No! Please don’t stop now! I want more!

Alice fell to her knees, desperately wanting to beg for it, but her shame overwhelmed her need.

“Look at you,” the Queen said. “Trembling and on the verge of a glorious orgasm. Now do you admit you are a slut?”

A hush fell over the crowd. Alice glanced at them, saw their judging stares, and her face turned bright red and she was forced to look away, toward the spanking table.

If I tell the Queen no, will she spank me again? Alice thought.

“No,” she said, trying to look defiant. “You must spank me again, Your Majesty.”

The Queen smiled. “No, Alice. That does not seem a fit punishment for you. If you won’t admit what a dirty little slut you are, I have a different sentence for you.”

Alice’s mind reeled. At this point, anything the Queen did to her would be glorious.