The Magic Well

Now almost completely out of breath, but now far away from the void, Addison stopped to rest, with her hands on her thighs, looking forward she saw a silhouette of an old woman standing by a gate that led to a country home. The old woman's silhouette was waving at her to come forward.

Taking a few deep breaths, Addison covered her breasts with one hand and her pubic area with another, with her head held high she walked up the hill and greeted Mother Winter.

"You do not have my bread and my apples?" Mother winter asked inquisitively with a sad look upon her face.

"Oh, I am sorry they seemed to be too much of a bother." Addison nonchalantly said looking down at Mother Winter.

"I understand..." Mother Winter said with a somewhat dejected facial expression before opening the gate.

As Addison was led to Mother Winter's humble home she introduced herself, "My name is Frau Holle, but I am also known as...."

Addison rudely interrupted, "Mother Winter, I know, now give me clothes to cover myself."

As the two women entered the house Addison was noticeably disgusted by the messiness of the house, dust coated every surface, the clutter was ever present throughout the home.

"This is the only dress I have." Mother Winter handed Addison the same burlap sack like dress that Annika received.

"This is the worst dress I have ever seen! I know positively you have better dresses!" Addison said, but still hastily putting on the dress to cover her nudity.

Mother Winter began to speak again, "It's difficult for an old woman like myself to...." Addison again interrupted, "I have a very important meeting this afternoon, I don't have time for small talk, I need you to draw a warm bath for me and I need you to brush my hair, I broke out in a sweat today, I feel disgusting. Where is the bath?"

Mother Winter pointed upstairs and Addison saw Mother Winter's bedroom complete with her feathered pillows and then saw another room with a large bucket. Shouting down to Mother Winter Addison called out, "You call this a bath?"

Mother Winter slowly walked up her stairs, holding a bucket of warm water, she emptied it into the tub. "Honey, it is going to take me some time to fill this bath with water, do you mind going into my room and sprucing it up a little, maybe fluff my pillows?"

Addison tossed her hair back and in a huff walked into Mother Winter's room, not knowing the first thing about cleaning Addison decided to take a nap, sleeping on Mother Winter's soft feather pillows.

It was likely an hour later when Addison woke to Mother Winter letting her know her bath was drawn. Waking up from her slumber Addison walked into the room with the bath, picking up some soap from the counter, Addison looked at Mother Winter and asked her to leave the premise while she bathed herself.

Discarding her ragged dress and entering the tub, Addison shuddered at the lack of opulence but nonetheless began to meticulously clean herself. Behind her ears, in between her toes, absolutely no inch of her body was left unscrubbed. Running her hands over her own smooth skin and running her hands through her silk-like hair Addison reveled in her own beauty. Finally, when she was more than clean, Addison stepped out of the bath and dried herself, and threw on her ragged dress again.

Walking downstairs, Addison sat on a kitchen chair and stared at Mother Winter as she chopped some vegetables for dinner.

"Could you stop what you are doing and gently brush my hair?"

Slumping her shoulders Mother Winter walked out of the kitchen and back upstairs to fetch the brush. Addison sighed impatiently tapping her foot. Mother Winter finally returned and promptly began to comb Addison's hair.

"You have a fine head of hair young lady." Mother Winter complemented Addison.

"Yes, probably the finest, I have yet to see anyone else with finer hair than myself," Addison replied vainly.

Over time Addison became satisfied with the job Mother Winter did with her hair and interjected, "So, can I go out of the arch and get my reward now, I must be going?"

Mother Winter stood confused, "What reward would that be?"

"The dress with the golden tassels, that is what I am here for."

Mother Winter replied with a contemplative, "I see."

Addison replied impatiently, "Well, can I? Can I get the dress now?"

Mother Winter gently put down her comb and replied with, "I suppose" directing Addison to walk out of her back door.

Standing facing the arches that mirrored the arches in the middle of town Mother Winter put her arm around Addison's shoulder, "Now dear, you must trust me, cast off your rags and stand under the arch, there you will receive exactly what you deserve."

*** Addison sensed a slight foreboding tone in Mother Winter's voice, but nonetheless confidently cast aside her rags, and stood under the arch, raising her arms as to beckon her beautiful dress onto her body. Addison smiled as she felt a gust of wind blow into her face. Addison felt almost aroused as she imagined herself appearing in the center of town adorned with her newly acquired dress, her handsome nobleman greeting her in her triumph, immediately enamoured with her beauty and grace. The towns people would clap and cheer, the town crier would spread the word of the magical christening throughout the kingdom. Other noblewomen would look at Addison with envy and admiration. Addison smiled with joy as she waited for her prize to descend upon her naked flesh.

Yet to Addison's utter shock, instead she felt a viscous liquid harshly splash onto her head. Frozen in place Addison's mouth became comically agape stuck in a state of semi-permanent shock and gross discomfort. Addison, the statuesque haughty lady of high social standing was completely and totally nude and soaked with what she would soon realize was black pitch. The pitch slowly cascaded down her forehead streaking down the center of her nose and onto her chest, the flesh around her breasts still visible, the pitch cruelty sparing the parts of her that she wished were covered. It made its way through every hair on her head and onto the small of her back, stopping just above her starkly naked backside. There Addison was, covered in black pitch, having received the shock of a lifetime.

It was the first cackling laugh that made her realize that she was no longer in the world of Mother Winter, and instead to her utter horror and shame, she realized that she stood underneath the town arches and therefore she stood in the center of town utterly humiliated in front of a large gathering of townspeople. Addison's brain was not able to comprehend such a public humiliation, her ability to keep her composure or even think rationally broke.

Before Addison could fully react, her body fixed in a frigid and utterly shocked position as she looked over those who were witnessing her ruinous public debasement. She saw merchants, and craftsmen, suitors that she had once rudely rejected, the young and old, the village elite, and the village paupers. Normally at odds, the paupers and elites both seemed to get equal joy out of Addison's total and utter loss of face. Annika was holding hands with the young baker, just as shocked as Addison, the young baker looking away bashfully. There was Addison's mother her hands covering her face, also shamed by Addison's naked pitch soaked humiliation. Then the most mortifying sight of all, standing right before her was a handsome strapping young nobleman his uniform highly decorated with military awards holding flowers, supposedly to hand to Addison, his eyes were wide and he seemed to cringe in disgust.

Yet, it was the town paupers pointing and taunting Addison that finally made her snap out of her frozen state of utter shock and agonizing humiliation. She quickly covered her breasts with one hand and the crack of her arse with her other hand, then crossed her legs to hide her clean shaven pubic area from the crowd of now rowdy jeering and cheering onlookers. She felt the disgusting syrupy pitch descend all over her normally smooth and perfect flesh. Addison then let out a cracking primal scream, followed by an undignified wailing onslaught of tears. Then the blubbering of incoherent insults began.

"Stop looking at me! Scum!"

"All of you are WORTHLESS!"

"I HATE YOU!"

Followed by self-pity

"Why MEEEEEE!"

"I don't deserve this!"

"Mommy made me do it!"

Then demands

"Get this stuff off me, this instant!"

"I demand to be covered!"

"STOP LAUGHING AT YOUR SUPERIOR!!!"

Just as the handsome nobleman approached to give Addison his coat to cover herself, she felt yet another jolt of almost intolerably humiliation, wailing even louder than before, she began to sprint, supposedly away from the crowd of witnesses, but her hysterical state of mind forced her to run more like a decapitated chicken. Addison's hands darted in every direction, now shaking and unable to fully comprehend her actions, she did nothing but leave a trail of pitch in her every wayward direction while smearing the pitch throughout her body, it looked like she was fondling and groping herself as her pitch soaked hands smeared the disgusting liquid all over her body. This sight was enough to send the paupers and elites in to a riotous fit of laughter. To the naked eye she was running in circles caressing her naked body smearing it with black pitch, running in circles like a crazed maniac. She eventually corrected her course and began to run towards her manor estate, her pitch smeared buttocks mooning the crowd, her naked feet kicking up stones as she sprinted away completely and utterly humiliated. It was Annika, Zuela, the young baker, and the nobleman who followed, leaving behind them a thoroughly entertained, laughing and raucous crowd. The town's most haughty socialite had been given a gloriously cruel public comeuppance.

***

Too panicked to properly open her own gate, it was Annika that arrived first to let the pitch smeared Addison into the front lawn of her dwelling. Multiple times the distressed, mortified and naked Addison slipped on the manor's front lawn, falling onto her knees once and flat on her face another time. When Addison finally got to the manor's front door, her hands were too sticky with pitch, too shaking and too weak to work the knob. When the Annika was able to open the door for Addison, she fell forward and tumbled onto the floor. No longer capable of self-control in any reasonable manner, Addison began to perform what could only be described as a temper-tantrum. Screaming hysterically pounding her closed fists, and kicking her naked heels into the marble floor, spreading dark staining pitch all over the front room of the estate. It was all Annika, the young baker and the nobleman could do but watch in awe and pity as Addison, a once proud and wealthy socialite had turned into nothing more than a disgraced petulant child.

When Zuela finally arrived to see her daughter having a full-on screaming tantrum, naked and covered in pitch her reaction was to herself fly into a petulant rage.

"What are you doing!?" You've ruined everything!" You useless brat!" Zuela bent down and pulled Addison up from her ear.

"Mommy, NO!" Addison said snapping out of her petulant outburst, rising to her feet as to not incur further pain.

Practically dragging her adult daughter by her ear Zuela started to lead Addison up the stairs, only stopping to give Annika an order in a rageful voice."Fetch some buckets of water, draw a bath!"

In a moment Zuela felt as though her own "destiny" had been usurped by her daughter's incompetence. Something seemed to snap from within Zuela that turned her against her daughter.

Annika hurried to do as she was told. "Let me help you" the young baker interjected, following Annika, leaving only the nobleman waiting in the front room. Alone the nobleman could not help but chuckle at the outline of pitch on the manor floor. It looked like a snow angel made of pitch, except it had to pronounce globes indicating where Addison's butt cheeks pressed against the marble floor. It was likely to be a permanent stain.

"How dare you humiliate ME! How dare you ruin MY plans! IT IS MY DESTINY!!!" Zuela spat with pure venom in her voice, she once cherished daughter was now the subject of her cruel derision.

Zuela dragged Addison into her bedroom, still gripping Addison by her ear Zuela quickly grabbed Addison's hairbrush and sat down on the edge of Addison's bed. Briefly standing and looking down at her mother's lap, Addison was confused. Yet this confusion was suddenly and harshly solved when she was abruptly dragged down over her mother's lap. Addison was to be spanked like a misbehaving child

"I should have done this a long time ago! Then maybe you would have LISTENED TO MY ORDERS and WOULD NOT HAVE ANGERED MOTHER WINTER!" Zuela screamed with vicious rage before starting her onslaught.

Zuela harshly struck her daughter with the hairbrush, unable to even remotely keep her composure Addison screamed and kicked, her fists weakly hit at her mother's shins as she applied a painful onslaught of spanks from the flat side of Addison's own hairbrush. "I am not a child!" was all Addison could mutter before her body betrayed her and she began her flailing like a stereotypical spoiled brat receiving a "long overdue spanking ". The pain was intense, as Addison had never in her life been struck by anyone or anything. As Addison kicked and flailed, nearly choking on her tears she managed to look up and see her reflection in the mirror. There to her horror, she saw herself in all of her debased glory. Naked as the day she was born covered in pitch, her elegant hair matted and ruined, her face contorted and twisted in both pain and indescribably shame. She was like some terrible combination of a spoiled child receiving a long overdo punishment and some sort of pitch-soaked swamp monster. The only part of her flesh that wasn't covered in pitch were the pink bottoms of her feet, that flashed as she indignantly kicked her legs up as she struggled. Addison looked at her reflection and had to mourn, as her buttocks continued to bounce violently after each strike, as her legs almost involuntarily kicked and twitched, struggling to no avail against her mother's iron grip. Addison knew that her life would never be the same.

"YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" Zuela yelled as she continued to distribute the pain. YOU RUINED MINE!" Addison was able to scream back as her cruel mother continued to add injury to insult.

Unbeknownst to the spanker or spankee, three onlookers starred dumbstruck at the scene before their eyes. The young baker gritted his teeth and looked on with one eye. Annika covered her mouth and cursed herself for getting some form of sick satisfaction out of the joint misery of her employers. Then there was the nobleman, looking at the scene with stern contemplation.

Suddenly Zuela and Addison noticed the small audience, this renewed Addison's will-power to struggle against her mother's onslaught, but also increased Zuela's motivation to continue to deliver her sadistic beating. Turning the hairbrush over so that it's bristling would strike down on Addison's already throbbing bottom, Zuela's face contorted into an almost unimaginable rage.

Addison's wildly kicked her naked legs and feet, it looked like she was in the water and desperately trying to outswim a shark. Addison sounded like a wild animal, her guttural screams seemed to be almost primordial, no coherent words were uttered, saliva spat in all directions out of her mouth, her neck veins strained to purple. Finally, as Addison felt her flesh begin to break open she became stiff. Her long statuesque body flexed every muscle, she laid like a flat board on her mother's lap. The redness of her face and backside somehow radiated stronger than the black of the pitch she was covered in. Completely flexed Addison's buttocks no longer bounced, they just took the brunt of every forceful strike. The sound that came from Addison's mouth was deep and guttural, it sounded like the scream of an ogre or a giant, it was otherworldly, it almost seemed as it she made the nearby curtains move with the power of her deep monstrous scream. After Addison finished her long unnatural scream, Zuela pushed her off her lap unceremoniously onto a heap on the floor. Red in the face with anger herself Zuela stood up and brushed off the lap of her dress.

Annika spoke up and meekly stated, "The bath is drawn"

Zuela not skipping a beat pulled Addison up by her ear again and dragged her into the large bathroom, an ornate tub sat in the middle of the room, Addison was practically thrown in the tub. Crying from both pain and incredible humiliation, Addison sat in a fetal position, holding her knees up to her chest in the middle of the tub.

Zuella examined Addison, with a cruel and sneering expression on her face. "The pitch will come off the flesh, but not the hair, the hair is ruined. Annika clean up my pathetic daughter. Baker boy, help me make supper. As for the esteemed nobleman, he may entertain himself in the study. We are having dinner as planned!

And so, after the violent flurry of Addison's public humiliation, and vicious over-the-knee spanking at the hands of her own mother, Annika stood alone in the bathroom with Addison. For the first time in Annika's life, she felt sorry for Addison, her comeuppance had been utterly extreme, maybe even more than Addison, or anyone for that matter deserved.

"I am so sorry my dear!" Annika stated as she scrubbed the still sobbing Addison's back. Annika continued scrubbing Addison's arms, and then her legs, eventually Addison would have to stand up and have her breasts and backside scrubbed. Annika felt a particular twinge of empathy when the pitch was washed away from Addison's buttocks to reveal a red and bruised arse, that was clearly tender to the touch. Eventually, Annika was left with nothing but Addison's hair to clean, and just like Zuela had mentioned Addison's hair was completely unworkable and destroyed by the pitch, and the only way to save it would be to cut it off, for it to grow back.

Annika descended the stairs walking through the front room Annika saw the nobleman, not in the study, but patiently waiting at the foot of the stairs, she walked into the kitchen. Zuela and the young baker were still preparing food. Annika picked up a knife, it was the same knife that Addison had used to cut the golden tassels off of Annika's dress. Ascending the stairs, there Addison was, still in a fetal position in the now lukewarm water of the bath. "I am sorry, I am so, so sorry," Annika whispered into Addison's ear before beginning to the process of hacking away at Addison's utterly ruined hair. Addison sobbed bellowing sobs, but spoke no words, intermittently she splashed her hands in her bath, but held back from having another tantrum. Annika diligently hacked away, and despite the moment being filled with despair, Annika felt a certain platonic human intimacy with Addison, that she had never felt before. Addison was fully and utterly defeated, her hair was the root of her feminine power and it was being sheared. Finally, when Annika had finished the shearing of Addison's hair all Addison had to show for her once long and luxurious locks was short dark stubble around her impressively spherically shaped head.

Calmly Addison stood up and stepped out of the tub, ignoring Annika trying to hand her a towel Addison walked out of the bathroom in a zombie-like fashion, dripping wet and in the nude with Annika following her she retreated to her room where she painfully sat next to her dressing table to look into the mirror. Annika covered her own mouth in horror as she heard Addison's defeated bawling. Of all the amazing array of sounds Addison had made up until this point, this was by far the saddest. Addison touched the prickly hairs on her head as she bawled, her hands violently shaking. Addison batted Annika away as she went into comfort the utterly defeated woman.