“I use my stealth skills to find a place to hide from the magistrate, in the Vane Estate.”
SUCCESS (Great Stealth, rolled -2)
The heavy oak door creaks open. Footsteps echo in the hallway, rhythmic and purposeful.
Timothy
The leather strap hitting the palm of his hand. That is the sound of my future if I stay here. I need to vanish into the shadows.
Timothy slips behind a velvet drape just as the heavy shadow of a man falls across the threshold. The room grows cold.
Timothy
If I hold my breath and keep my feet silent, perhaps the master will assume I have fled through the garden. My heartbeat is too loud. I must calm it.
The man pauses at the center of the room, his head turning slowly toward the very curtain concealing the boy.
Angus
Come out, lad. I hear your shallow breathing. Do not make me come looking for you.
Timothy
He knows. How does he always know?
+ Scene Quest Added
Talk your way out of the bedchamber without being arrested
“I apologise to Angus and ask him to punish me with his belt instead of handing me over to the magistrate.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Oratory, rolled +0)
Timothy
Master, please. I am but a foolish boy. Do not cast me into the magistrate's dark dungeon for this mistake. I know I have failed you, but I beg you, take your belt to my back here and now. Let me serve my time in your forge rather than behind cold stone bars.
The blacksmith pauses, his calloused hand trembling slightly as it grips the leather strap. The silence in the bedchamber thickens, punctuated only by the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the man. His eyes narrow, scanning Timothy with a mix of fury and hesitation. Slowly, the iron-fisted resolve in his expression cracks, replaced by the grim calculation of a man who prefers his own justice to the crown's cold law.
Angus
You seek to bargain for your hide, boy? You think a few lashes settle the debt of your theft?
Timothy
He is considering it. The anger is still there, but the steel of the law is fading from his gaze.
“I use my willpower to touch my toes in front of Angus, allowing him to use the belt to punish my bare buttocks.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled -1)
Timothy
I yield, Master. My back is yours to strike, and my pride is a small price to pay for your mercy.
Timothy stands tall, his breathing steady despite the gravity of the moment. With deliberate, calm movements, he bends at the waist, reaching down to touch his toes. He exposes his backside, offering himself as a canvas for the blacksmith's frustration. The heavy silence remains unbroken, save for the rhythmic shift of leather against calloused skin as Angus draws the strap back, his grip tightening.
Angus
You have a strange way of seeking forgiveness, boy. Most would be weeping at my feet.
Timothy
He is not drawing back. The belt is heavy, and the air feels thin, but I have chosen this path. I must
“I use my willpower to hold still as Angus repeatedly lashes my bottom with the belt, but I can't help crying out in pain.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +2)
The heavy leather strap whistles through the air, finding its mark with a sickening thud against Timothy's back. He bites his lip until he tastes copper, anchoring his feet to the floorboards. Again, the belt descends, leaving searing lines across his skin. His willpower holds his frame rigid, but his resolve cracks at the edges as he emits a sharp, involuntary cry, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of a nearby side table.
Angus
Still standing, boy? Most lads would be sobbing for their mothers by the third strike.
Timothy
The sting is blinding. I can barely breathe, yet I must remain still. If I bolt now, I seal my fate. I have to wait for him to tire, for the rhythm of his rage to stutter into exhaustion.
Angus
Perhaps a bit more discipline will teach you the weight of your errors.
“I submit to the ongoing belt spanking from Angus, but my yelps have attracted the attention of Vane's son, who enters the room and watches the punishment with an amused and malicious glint in his eyes.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +0)
The heavy strap cracks again, but Timothy does not flinch. He focuses entirely on his breathing, dampening the pain through sheer force of will. Suddenly, the chamber door creaks. A youth in fine silk, the Vane heir, stands in the threshold. He leans against the doorframe, his eyes tracking the leather belt with a cruel, flickering delight.
Vane's Son
Do continue, Angus. It is not often I see such exquisite discipline in a commoner.
Timothy
If he thinks this is a game, he might convince the master to stop, or he might urge him on for his own amusement. I need to remain entirely still. My pulse is steadying. I have survived worse than a blacksmith's temper.
Angus
My apologies, young master. I shall endeavor to be more thorough.
Timothy
The boy is smiling. He wants to see more. I must hold this mask of indifference before he decides to join in the sport himself.
“I use my willpower to remain bent over for punishment as Vane's son walks over to Angus and takes the belt from him in order to use it on me himself.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +2)
The young noble saunters forward, his boots clicking rhythmically against the stone. He halts beside Angus and holds out a gloved hand. With a sycophantic grin, the blacksmith surrenders the heavy leather strap.
Vane's Son
You lack the necessary finesse, Angus. Let me show you how we handle insolence in this house.
Timothy
This is a shift in the current. If the boy takes the lead, the blacksmith might lose his iron grip on the situation. I must remain as still as a statue, keeping my breathing shallow and my focus on the floor. If I can endure his arrogance, perhaps I can spot an opening to bolt when the door swings wide.
Vane's Son
Look at him tremble, Angus. He knows exactly what is coming next.
Timothy
He is wrong. I do not tremble from fear. I tremble from the sheer effort of keeping my hands from wrapping around his throat.
“I break down and beg Vane's son to spare me from further punishment, reminding him of the pleasure he took in violating me only a few hours earlier.”
SUCCESS (Good Diplomacy, rolled +3)
Timothy
Please, young master. You remember what occurred in the wagon. The intimacy you forced upon me earlier... surely that satisfies your need for control. Why mar your hands with a servant's punishment when you have already claimed so much more?
The young noble freezes, his face flushing a deep, mottled crimson. He looks toward the door, paranoid that a guard or servant might have overheard the boy's desperate plea. The cruelty vanishes from his expression, replaced by a frantic, jagged fear of scandal. He drops the leather strap, which lands with a dull thud on the floorboards.
Vane's Son
Quiet, you wretch! Speak another word of that and I shall have your tongue nailed to the gate. Angus, get this creature out of my sight. Immediately!
Timothy
He is terrified of his own shadow. The secret is the only leash I have, and for now, it is strong enough to pull me through the door. I must move before he regains his courage.
Quest Complete
Talk your way out of the bedchamber without being arrested
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