Melody crinkled the aluminum foil bag above my back as the st of the crumbs fell out, nding on my back. In the processes of her bag emptying, a chip or two had already fallen off of me, nding on the floor. Hopefully I wouldn't be punished for that. It wasn't my fault. So, don't punish me. That would be terrible.

  The now-empty bag was tossed away, nding somewhere out of sight—my eyes were still glued to the floor. Melody did begin her eating however, grabbing a chip from my lower back. Then she fell into the couch, crossed her feet underneath me, and… yeah. I just stood their, on all fours, covered in chips. Nothing to do. Nothing to see. Nothing to taste. Nothing to touch, other than the floor. And nothing to smell. Other than the chips. But I couldn't really pick up anything.

  Man, I hate being a table. Do something Melody! Ahhhhh!

  Despite my silent inner plea she had no way of hearing, Melody did nothing, only reaching back down for another chip, offering my ears her slow, crunchy munching sound as she did worked on whatever she was working on. Something on her phone. Meanwhile, I stared at the one object my eyes managed to find, her clothed feet swaying gently beneath me.

  A few chips ter, Melody's right foot moved. Instead of tapping the floor, she tapped it against my stomach causing my limbs to tense as they held as still as possible to prevent any chips from falling off of my back.

  Then, she kicked a little bit harder. Still no chip movement, just minor groans of discomfort as I held my form.

  Instead of kicking again, her foot stayed in position, its fluffy top sliding against my stomach and heading up towards my breasts, which were still covered by my bra unfortunately.

  Despite the coverings, Melody gave a few light kicks and I failed to endure, momentarily dropping my right side, Melody's side, and causing a few chips to fall, before I overcorrected and caused a few chips to fall on my left side. Shit. I'm not a great table, I think. Punishment time, already.

  Surprisingly, Melody chose to ignore my transgressions for the time being, stopping her fluffy foot fumbling and going back to eating chips off my back. She's just ignoring me, isn't she. Rude. Dumb Mistress. Not giving her table special attention. Grr... I'm gonna pounce on her next time I'm a puppy.

  Evidently, the chip bag was smaller than I thought, or I was a less effective table than I thought, because Melody soon broke the silence. "That was a nice appetizer. Let's see… about an hour left."

  I didn't reply of course. Tables don't speak. Melody continued narrating her life though, which I was more than thankful for. Her voice is very angelic and very demonic, leaning a little towards the deeper demonic side at the moment though. It's like her vocal range, but instead of the Y axis for pitch, the X axis for voice alignment index or something. A hue shift but her voice. If that makes any sense.

  I wonder if I can be trained to orgasm to her voice? Like she can make a specific sound and I just... boom. Fall down and colpse on the spot, pleasure overwhelming me. That would be a fun adventure.

  "Table's a little dirty though…" Melody sighed, before ying an elbow right on my ass and swiping all along my ticklish body up towards my neck. Unfortunately a lot of the crumbs got stuck on my bra strap, but after a few rubs right there that somehow gave me some pleasure, Melody continued upwards, sending whatever chip crumbs remained straight into my hair. Thanks Melody.

  "Hmm…" Melody lifted her arm off of my back and sunk herself into the couch once more. Then, she pulled her feet out from under me and a second ter pced them on my back. "This is a nice footstool."

  I'm gd I can be of service, I guess. Although your footstool would love some footstool abuse right about now. Like, right in between its back two legs. Then again, are tables supposed to feel anything?

  My limbs shook momentarily, before I refocused and centered myself once more. Being a table is hard. Very heavy loads all the time. What did Melody say again? An hour till dinner? So at most an hour more. I can do that. Easy. How long has it been already? Like… five minutes? Twenty times that, wait no, twelve times that. Yeah, easy peasy.

  I'll just ignore the fact that my limbs have already begun shaking slightly, straining to maintain the uncomfortable position. Crawling is hard. Why didn't I learn these things in school? And how do tables do it for so long? I gotta train more.

  Oh, shoot. One of Melody's feet slipped away, only for the other to suddenly double in weight. She had crossed her legs, concentrating twice as much weight into a single spot, which had an effect just like the whips: more pain in one spot. Strain in this case, causing my back to curve a little bit more, until I pushed back up against it with my fading vigor.

  Melody continued whatever she was doing on her phone as she ignored me for a solid ten minutes before her feet finally lifted and my sweaty tired body had some brief relief. Brief because Melody decided it was now time for my punishment. "Tables aren't supposed to drop things."

  I didn't reply since… well tables aren't supposed to speak either. I think. Melody never said I couldn't, I sort of inferred that rule. It just makes sense. Unless Melody wants me to speak. I broke my rigid posture for a moment, turning my head away from the floor and gnced over at Melody to attempt an inquiry

  She smirked the moment her eyes met mine, sending the usual shiver through my body. Yep, no speaking, got it. Tapping her p, she ordered, "Climb up here, table."

  I nodded, and crawled to the couch, sinking my right and left hands into the leather, before struggling a little to get my legs up without actually standing, although I managed quickly enough. Once up, I promptly positioned myself across Melody's p, letting my arms and legs loosen a little and lie ftter than a standard table usually would to allow my belly to fully rest on her p. Something tells me this is a spanking position. Just a subby hunch.

  Melody's right hand nded on my back, sliding around a little, before moving down towards my ass and slipping just under my panties, causing me to jolt in surprise. The surprise was soon overtaken by a greater surprise as Melody's fingers dug their way deeper, stretching my panties, but slipping right into my wet folds. I tried to rub against them.

  Melody stopped. Meanie. Seconds ter, her hand vacated the area and she readjusted my panties. I shouldn't have moved. That was stupid. Bad table slut. Every table slut knows not to pleasure themselves.

  Before I had time to really comprehend my loss, Melody's hand smmed down on my butt, igniting a stinging fire through my sore body and reawakening my numbing senses. "Count. We'll do one for each chip you dropped."

  Prompted by Melody, I started the count. "One."

  She spped me again, this time only on my right cheek. Less painful than her initial strike. "Two."

  Without a moment's break, the next spank came, nding on my left cheek, again not as painful as the first, but it definitely still hurt. "Three."

  "Start thanking me too," Melody demanded, before smming her hand down again, just as hard as her first strike, and sending another rolling breeze through me. Thankfully, after yesterday's whipping, these spankings felt far more bearable than before.

  "Four, thank you, Mistress." My words were barely out when Melody struck again, aiming a little lower to start a fire within my thighs, a somewhat more sensitive spot. Taking a couple deep breaths as the pain radiated outward, I added to the count. "Five, thank you, Mistress."

  Then, rapid fire, came six, seven, and eight. All three back on my butt. How many chips did I drop? Surely it can't have been this many… no wonder she finished eating so quickly. "Six, seven, eight, thank you, Mistress."

  "No, thank me for each one," Melody berated. "Let's try again."

  Damn it. Melody immediately hit me three more times and a few tears piled up in my eyes as the sensitivity increased. I hope this is the st set. "Six, thank you, Mistress. Seven, thank you, Mistress. Eight, thank you, Mistress."

  "Good table," Melody commented happily. "Now back onto the floor."

  Melody had already pushed me halfway off her p before I could react, but thankfully my legs extended in time and I, somewhat gently, nded on the hard floor, back into my all-fours position.

  "Eat all the floor chips, then we'll get dressed and head to dinner." I gnced around. There were indeed eight chips ying on the floor. Well, I think it was a lot more honestly, but there were eight rge, mostly complete pieces. Thankfully Melody didn't punish me for the smaller ones. That would've been painful. They were scattered everywhere I could count at least thirty.

  Now, how do I eat these? She… wanted me on the floor so… um… Blushing, I lowered my head to the ground and approached one of the chips, which gave off a kinda spicy scent, not spicy spicy but like full of spices spicy. After my sniff, I picked the chip with my mouth, only my mouth, and gnced up towards Melody for a hint of approval. She nodded, content, and I continued.

  Chip two, munched away. The chips were barbecue fvored. A little stronger than I would like, but not bad.

  Chip three, munch munch munch. The downside is that they're red, so it probably stained my back a little red. Not that a shower wont fix that, just… Melody's watching me right now.

  Chip four. I wonder what Melody's thinking?

  Chip five. Am I… bringing her pleasure? Being her little table slut…

  Chip six. I hope so. I probably am. I'm perfect you know? The perfect slut, that is. Hehe.

  Chip seven. Almost done.

  Chip eight. And there we have it.

  I stared back up at Melody from my table position. She smiled, satisfied. "Stand up for me, Scarlet."

  "Okay," I replied. Standing up, massaging my knees in the process then crossing my arms in front of my chest as I massaged the elbows with each of my hands. Sorer than I thought.

  "You feel fine?" Melody asked, observing my vigorous elbow rubbing. They were a little red. "I'll get some pads for next time."

  "I'm fine. Just sore." I nodded, dropping my arms to my sides. "Pads would be nice."

  Or just force me to do this more often so I build some muscles or something and it doesn't hurt at all. That works too. Either way.

  Melody nodded back, then abruptly suggested, "Do you want to take your clothes off? They're a little dirty."

  "Uh…" That's a suggestion for sure. I mean, Melody's not wrong. Especially my bra, I mean I can feel some chip crumbs on my back hanging out around there from her ineffective wiping. "Okay."

  With Melody's eyes glued to my body, I reached around back and undid my bra, letting it fall to the ground. Then I slipped off my panties, and stared back up at her. Now what?

  "Stockings too," Melody added, seeing my frozen body. Oh yeah. I guess those are dirty too. Since they've been on the floor. Bending down and giving Melody another view of her tabletop, I slipped my thigh-highs off and added them to my lingerie pile, before looking back up at her.

  Melody's eyes darted across me, then she checked her phone and nodded. "We should get going. Put back on your outerwear."

  "Outerwear?" I'm going commando again, aren't I?

  "Sweater and skirt," Melody crified. "Nothing else. Your underwear is too dirty."

  That's true... sort of. I guess. I walked back over to our doorway, Melody trailing behind me, and grabbed the clothes I had taken off earlier. Just sweater and skirt, huh? Welp, bye bye. I tossed my blue tee to the side, then slipped the sweater over my head. It was nice and long.

  Maybe I should go out like this? Melody would love that, wouldn't she? Basically the same clothing as our fmingo day. I must've been high as fuck to be willing to do that a week ago. Like a day after I met Melody. Crazy. I'm crazy. I'm crazy for Melody.

  Although it doesn't feel that weird now. As long as Melody's there to bail me out of every situation. She's pretty reassuring. Regardless, I slipped on my skirt. After all, Melody did say to put on my skirt. No socks though? I looked over at her and asked just that.

  "I like seeing you barefoot," Melody replied, grinning.

  I blushed. "Shoes?"

  "I'll bring some for when we get there."