***Just to make it very clear, any non-consensual actions of this kind in reality are abhorrent and vile; any mention of, allusion to, or non-condemnation for real-life violence and SA will be reported and followed with an immediate block. Thanks.***

I felt I only let my mind wonder for a moment while walking my usual short route to the office; it was a familiar route, as I generally preferred to walk before settling into my executive chair for too many hours in a row. The shortcut took me through the internal courtyards of a couple of apartment blocks. They tended to be quieter, or at least passable unlike the larger streets at this rush hour - and occasionally there would even be a few moments of having nobody in sight. It was a moment like that they’ve been waiting for, of course.

I don’t even see the first assailant coming towards me properly, I just see a fast-moving shadow and a moment later my arms are pulled sideways and forward sharply, making me stumble over a bench. My handbag falls onto the seat of the said bench, but it doesn’t seem to be the object of the interest. Instead the second person, who comes up behind me, reaches around my waist to undo my the belt of my smart pants, after hiking up my jacket. My first thought is probably the same as virtually any other woman’s: they’ll want to enter me… But even as my pants and panties are being pulled down as I try uselessly to free my arms, I have sufficient brainpower to realise they cannot possibly hope to do that in a location like that. Someone will be along in a few seconds, if nobody is already seeing it now. I also realise I probably should have paid more attention to the bits of local news mentioning sharking attacks in the area… Because this is clearly one.

Despite my squirming, my pants and panties were pulled down below my knees. Vulnerability hits me almost like a physical sensation… But a second later, something very physical hits me non-metaphorically. I let out a yell as my bare bottom is struck by a paddle or something akin to one; even in the overwhelming wave of shame, fear, humiliation, and desperation it hurts enough to register. Another spank follows, and another, as I squeal, squirm, and kick. After the 6th, however, the hands holding mine disappear and two people are sprinting away, fast, beyond any hope to catch even if I was in any position to try and with no obvious aspects of them to remember.

Humiliated, hurting (to the point of feeling tears in my eyes), scared, and disgusted I pull my pants and panties back up. Only as I do so I realise I was left with more than just a sore and probably bruising bottom and a very bruised ego: there was a piece of paper tucked between my butt cheeks which I did not even feel in all the commotion. It reads very simply:

“We take down a notch women who deserve it. If you agree, you know where to find us”.

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Hello all

A slightly unusual prompt perhaps, but I’m looking to play out a professional woman who becomes a victim of a sharking attack… and for reasons she herself does not necessarily fully understand, revisits the location to take the chance of the event reoccurring. Over time it might grow into a strange semi-regular semi-voluntary arrangement with her continuously making herself the target for the perpetrators. It will NOT lead to romance or sex.

Please do not start the play but indicate in your first (literate and at least to some extent detailed) message where do you want to take this.