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  Lunchtime finally arrived. Jessica was able to stand up, and the girls went outside to eat their sandwiches. Again, they were huge stacked collections of meat, cheese, and other fresh food items. Their drink was more of that thick milk. If Jessica stayed here for any length of time, she’d double her weight! The girls gathered around to congratulate her on avoiding severe punishments from Mr. Craznik. It seemed she was the first to do so; he was a real hard-ass when it came to discipline. Jessica realized that she could help the girls with their homework and thus win them over.

  “Wow, you’re smart, Anya,” Iva said.

  “Well, I have a gift for learning. Tell you what, I’ll help you girls, I’ll do your homework for you.”

  They all gasped and recoiled, as if in horror. They refused, all of them. It seemed they were too honest to cheat!

  “Okay, so you don’t like that idea,” she said. “How about I just tutor all of you?”

  That they agreed to. She even worked a special deal with Iva: she’d tutor her in all her subjects in exchange for lessons in Czech. Iva loved that idea. Jessica didn’t think she’d actually need to know their language, but she’d learned from the past: hope for the best, but plan for the worst. Worst-case scenario, she could be trapped here for a while. In that event, she’d need to be able to communicate with the local yokels.

  After lunch, it was time to work in the garden. Iva led Jessica toward the house.

  “Come on, we need to go inside and change into our work clothes,” she explained.

  Jessica was not looking forward to this. God, working outdoors, doing… natural stuff? Yuck, it’s going to be horrid. Oh, well, at least it won’t be a pain in the ass, in the literal sense.

  “Just a minute, girls,” Misha called out. “I need to see Iva and Anya.”

  Jessica swallowed hard. What have I done now? Oh, it was Mr. Craznik; he must have told Miss Monster-Ma’am about me falling asleep, and another spanking is coming.

  Chapter Five

  Iva happily trotted over to Misha, coming out the back door.

  Yeah, sure, she was forever chipper, Jessica thought, even as she dragged her feet, dreading the possibilities. But then, something occurred to her: Why has she also sent for Iva? She hasn’t done anything. Jessica smiled; something else had to be up.

  The two stood before Misha, and she smiled down at them. “Girls, I want you to go to the farmers’ market to shop,” she said, handing them baskets. She gave Iva a list and some money. “Here’s what we need, and money to pay for it. If you can’t find everything on the list, just get some other things. Iva, I trust your judgment.”

  Iva took the list and money, and beamed with joy. “Yes, ma’am. Don’t you worry, we’ll do a good job. Come on, Anya, this’ll be fun.”

  “Ahhh, yeah, right, I’m sure it will,” she replied without emotion.

  “Now, don’t take too long, girls,” Misha said, her tone just a touch menacing.

  Jessica chewed her lip. Ah, there it was, the very thinly veiled threat: come straight home—or else!

  Iva took Jessica by the hand, hers just about completely enveloped Jessica’s, and off they went. She rolled her eyes.

  God, being led around by a girl as if I were a child? Jessica bit her lip and slowly counted to ten. Must control rage. Oh, God, the locals are going to see me in this ridiculous school uniform! Oh, the humiliation.

  One strong breeze and her panties would be on display. Now she counted to twenty, even as they headed out the gate and down the broad cobblestoned road. Within a few minutes, they were well away from the home, and Jessica considered running away, but realized that Misha was testing her; she could see her trailing them, hiding among the brush and trees that lined the road.

  Still, an idea presented itself to her: she could use this situation to boost her standing at the home. She knew that Misha was following them, but Misha didn’t know she knew. At least she hoped she didn’t. If she played the old good girl routine well, Misha might start to trust her, and the next time someone needed to go to the market, Jessica could go alone. So, she didn’t pull her hand away from Iva, as they walked along. Suddenly, Iva surprised her; she started to sing.

  God, talk about a true Pollyanna!

  She was obviously singing some sort of local folk song, as she was singing in Czech, and yet it was still quite beautiful. Iva had a lovely voice. She could sing professionally, with a little coaching.

  Maybe when I get home… no, she scolded herself. I must not be weak! Iva is part of my torment, and I will have my revenge. But that is for later. For now, I’ll enjoy her angelic voice.

  They strolled along, hand in hand, passing many people, and Iva exchanged pleasant greetings with them. All of them also complimented her on her singing. A soft breeze blew, carrying the scents of spring, and they were soon at the market, and Jessica struggled to keep her short skirt in place.

  The market was a large open courtyard, and each farmer had a stall set up. The place was bustling with activity, and the vast majority of the people were bigger than Jessica! As Iva led her from stall to stall and got their purchases, Jessica very innocently looked around. She was careful to paint a smile on her face and try to look awed and happy at all she saw, and not focus on Misha still hiding in the background. Eventually both their baskets were heavy with carrots, beets, and all manner of food items. Jessica watched as Iva carefully pocketed all the change.

  Another idea came to her. “Oh, Iva, could I have a few coins for my pocket?”

  Iva’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Some coins?”

  “Yes, my poppa, he always gave me coins to jingle. Having some would make me think of him.”

  “Awww, of course, Anya,” she replied, digging into her pocket. “Here, take these, and I’ll give you some of mine when we get home.”

  Jessica grinned and greedily pocketed the money. Step one complete, and more money was on its way.

  “Thank you, Iva, that means the world to me.”

  “You’re welcome. Now we need to head home. Come on, we don’t want to be late.”

  They linked hands and headed away from the market, and yet another idea came to her.

  “So, Iva, are there many hotels in this village?”

  “Ho-tels?”

  “Ahhh, inns, resorts, bed and breakfasts.”

  “Oh, inns! Yes, we have several, but most of them are closed now, it’s too early in the… ah, what do they call it?”

  “The season?”

  “Yes, that’s it,” Iva said happily. “Oh, your English is very good. Next month, when we have our Easter celebration, they’ll all be open.”

  “So, most of them are closed? How many are open?”

  “Just one, it’s not far from the home,” Iva said, and pointed off to the right. “If you go down that street about a quarter kilometer, it’s on the left.”

  Jessica grinned. “Really? Well, maybe someday I can see it. Oh, I also remember the pretty train station you have here, that’s how I came to your village. My momma and poppa and I loved to ride trains. But it’s strange, I can’t seem to remember exactly where it is.”

  “Oh, that’s easy. When you come out our gate, instead of going right to get to the market, go left. But it’s quite a walk. Let’s see… one kilometer north to the town square, and then go east about another three-quarters. Would you like to stop and see the inn now? It won’t take long.”

  “No, no, that wouldn’t be right,” Jessica said, acting quite contrite. “Remember, we’re supposed to get straight home. It can wait for another time.”

  “Yes, you’re right. Come on, let’s hurry, and we can get home in time to help in the garden.”

  “Oh, yaaah,” Jessica said in mock delight.

  They raced on down the road, Jessica didn’t even bother to look back to see if Misha was keeping up with them; she knew she was there somewhere. Once back at the home, they dropped off their baskets in the kitchen, and then went upstairs to change. Iva was full of youthful en
ergy and glee; it made Jessica want to drive a nail right through Iva’s skull!

  God, her stupid chirpy optimism is almost more than I can bear. Standing in her room, she again counted to ten in her head. Must remain calm.

  If she kept losing her head, she’d never get anywhere. It was by staying cool that she’d succeeded in destroying so many opponents in the past.

  When she opened her eyes, a most wonderful sight greeted her through the window: Misha coming in the main gate. This was so perfect; now was her chance to escape, if she timed it right. Iva was in her work clothes and bounding down the hall in no time.

  She called over her shoulder, “Come on, Anya, I’ll get you a hoe and we’ll work the garden together.”

  “Be right there,” Jessica called out in fake happiness.

  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 punishme
nt, 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.