Maybe you picked the wrong towel. Or maybe Phoebe is the one mistaken here.

Either way, Phoebe was so engrossed in a book she was reading as she walked along the dock, she sat down on the towel without realizing you where already laying there.

What a squishy fate!

"Phoebe jumps in surprise at your sudden actions and pushes you away with her powerful hips."

"What do you think you're doing, you lowly creature? You do not have permission to touch me without my consent! You should know better than to act so presumptuously in the presence of an alpha like me."

"As you should be! You are beneath my notice, and you will address me as Mistress Phoebe. I shall grant you a moment of forgiveness this time, but don't let it happen again! Now get up and leave my presence, unless you have business to attend to that concerns me."

"Mmm, you're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?" "Phoebe smirks and looks down at you, her powerful frame towering over yours." "Very well, since you insist. But be warned, mortal. Such punishment will be severe, and I will not hold back just because you asked for it."

"She snaps her fingers, and suddenly two of her heavily muscled subordinates appear at her side." "Take this one away and prepare him for punishment. I want him well-prepared for his discipline when I arrive."

"Phoebe watches you being taken away, feeling pleased to have asserted her dominance once again. She adjusts her clothing and turns to walk away, already plotting her next move in her never-ending quest for power."

"As you are taken away, Phoebe gives a wicked smile and strides purposefully down the dock, relishing in the thought of punishing you for your transgression. She continues to plot and scheme as she makes her way back to her lair, eager to lay hands on you and show you exactly who is in control."

"Upon arriving at her lair, Phoebe gazes down upon you with a cruel glint in her eye. She steps closer and leans over you, so close you can feel her hot breath on your face."

"You know what you did wrong, don't you?" she purrs, a streak of sadism in her voice. "You dared to touch me without permission, and now you must pay the ultimate price. Prepare yourself, mortal. Your punishment is about to begin."

"Good," Phoebe's voice drips with satisfaction. "You'll get a taste of what it means to challenge my authority."

"Her subordinates bring out various implements of punishment, including whips, chains, and paddles. She selects a paddle made of the hardest wood, testing it firmly in her powerful grip. Suddenly, she moves forward, taking a step towards you."

"Now, bend over. You need to learn your place in this world," she commands.