The Skinny Dipper by SWatts
Chapter 1
Rebecca felt fantastic. She loved the caress of the water against her naked body as she swam. She felt so free, so completely uninhibited.
She was swimming in a large pond in the midst of a wooded area. It was around 300 feet in length, from north to south, and about 100 feet wide. A small stream entered the pond at the north end and exited at the south.
The pond was fairly shallow for the most part, averaging around four or five feet in depth. The western shore consisted of a high, steep bank. The other shores had a much gentler slope. There was a small, flat island just off the center of the western shore.
It was the fifteenth day of July, sunny and pleasant. The air was warm and the sunlight sparkled on the water. There was a gentle breeze. It was just perfect for swimming.
Rebecca was very pretty. Her slender body was a few inches below average in height, with dark brown hair coming down to her shoulders. She had firm, round breasts and a cute, curvaceous bottom. To an observer, she would have presented quite an alluring sight as she moved through the water.
She had been coming here since the end of May, shortly after her freshman year of college ended. Her aunt and uncle had purchased a large plot of land, which included the pond, earlier in the year. Their intention was to build on it, but not right away. At the moment, the only part of the land that had been cleared was a dirt driveway, which would eventually be paved, and the area where they planned to build the house. The rest of the land was all wooded.
After Rebecca was done with school for the year, her aunt and uncle brought her out to the land so she could see it. They showed her the cleared section where they planned to eventually build, and also took her to the pond via a narrow trail that led from the driveway. As they walked around the pond, Rebecca daydreamed about swimming in it; it looked so inviting!
After the tour of the land ended, her aunt and uncle wished her a good summer. They were heading off to their vacation home until the fall.
Rebecca thought this was too good of an opportunity to pass up! The pond was basically in the middle of nowhere, on private land, and only accessible via the trail leading from the unfinished driveway. It was completely surrounded by woods. She could go swimming there and have the pond all to herself!
She had no intention of swimming in the nude, however. That thought never even crossed her mind. She tended to be pretty shy, so something like that would be absolutely out of the question.
When she came to the pond a couple days later, Rebecca came by bike. She wore her bathing suit under her clothes and brought along a towel in a pack she had attached to her bike. She rode from her parent's home, where she was staying for the summer, to the road which connects to her aunt and uncle's property. This road was only lightly traveled. The side of the road where the property was located was all wooded. On the opposite side were a few widely spaced homes.
The property was only about five miles from her parent's house, so her trip didn't take very long; at a leisurely pace it only took about half an hour. She pulled her bike onto the dirt driveway and rode it to where, as best as she could recall, the trail to the pond started. It wasn't very noticeable, as the trail was pretty narrow and a bit overgrown. She had to search a little while to find the entrance.
Once she found it, she was able to slowly navigate her bike down the trail. She could actually ride it on some parts of the trail, but had to walk it on others. The trail exited on the west side of the pond at the center of the west shore. The land leading down to the water was too high and steep on that side, however. She certainly didn't want to attempt to climb down there, so she walked her bike along the west bank to the southern end and then a short distance east along the southern shore. Then she parked it.
Rebecca undressed down to her one-piece swimsuit, placed her clothes in her bike pack, and slowly entered the water. This first time, she was very cautious, pausing frequently to look around and never straying too far from her bike. She didn't have permission to be on that land, much less swim in the pond. It's not like she'd get in a lot of trouble, since the land was owned by her relatives, but it still made her a little nervous. She only stayed for about an hour.
It was fun though and felt good, so she continued going there to swim. As she never saw or heard anyone, she became more and more relaxed and confident. The pond started to feel like it was her own. She began using the entire pond to swim in, not being the least bit concerned about staying near her bike.
As she had a lot of time available over the summer, her only commitment being a part-time job at a fitness center some evenings, she went there nearly every day.
As she became more comfortable and less concerned about being caught, Rebecca started to get sexually aroused when she was at the pond. With increasing frequency, she began fondling herself while in the water. Then one time when she was feeling especially wound up, she took her bathing suit off and tossed it onto the shore. What a feeling that was - she felt totally exposed, and very naughty! She soon became apprehensive though, and quickly retrieved her suit and put it back on.
The next time Rebecca came to the pond she did the same thing after she had been swimming for awhile, but this time she left her suit on the shore and started to swim without it. She loved the feeling of the water against her skin and the excitement of being completely naked right out in the open. The idea of doing something bad, something naughty, added to her excitement. This aroused her even further, to the point where she was unable to think clearly. She got out of the water, lay on her back, spread her legs, and began to masturbate. As her fingers urgently caressed her clit and nearby regions, she started fantasizing. At first, she fantasized about being caught swimming out in the open naked. She imagined that a strong gust of wind came along and blew her bathing suit up into a tree. She had to get out of the water and try to climb the tree to get it, with other people watching her the whole time. As she continued to masturbate, Rebecca's breath quickened. She started to pant. Her fantasies shifted. Now she imagined she was swimming naked in the pond when a hiker, an attractive but stern-looking woman, came out of the woods and saw her. She stood there with her arms folded and told Rebecca to get out of the water. When she did so, the woman took her by the arm and told her she was a very naughty girl and needed to be punished. The woman sat down on a boulder and pulled Rebecca across her lap. She told her she was going to give her a long hard spanking on her bare bottom. Rebecca was rocked with a powerful orgasm. Afterwards, she lay there for several minutes, legs still spread, basking in the afterglow.
Her needs satisfied, Rebecca got up, put her suit back on and swam for a while. Then she got dressed and headed back home, planning to return the next day.
Unfortunately it was stormy the next day, so she could not go swimming. She kept thinking about it, though. The excitement and anticipation built up throughout the day. She thought to herself that the next time she went to the pond, she would spend the entire time there naked. She wouldn't even take her swimsuit along with her! She went back and forth with this idea. The pond was so isolated, so in the middle of nowhere, that she really wasn't concerned that someone would just come stumbling along and see her. Even if someone would enter the dirt driveway on the property, the beginning of the trail was hard to see; had she not known exactly where it was from when her aunt and uncle gave her a tour of the land, she would not have spotted it herself. Even knowing where it was, she still had had to search a bit to find it when she came to the pond to swim the first time. Also, the woods were pretty thick with undergrowth and would be hard to navigate. No one would be randomly beating their way though the woods and come upon the pond - the woods stretched quite a way in all directions. Although her aunt and uncle had told her that work would not start on their land until the future, she supposed it was possible that some work could be started where the house was to be built. "But so what?" she thought. Even if people came there to work while she was swimming, she'd have her bike (and be fully clothed!!) when she got to the driveway to leave. If anyone said something, she'd just tell them she was the owners' niece and wanted to take another look at the pond.
She continued thinking about it. Suppose a helicopter came along? She giggled at the thought. Still, as unlikely as that would be, it would be very awkward indeed if one actually did! But on further reflection she realized she'd hear it well in advance. All she'd have to do was get in the water up to her neck. No one in the air would be able to see what she was, or rather wasn't, wearing. By the end of the day she had decided she'd go through with it. Thinking about it made her feel very excited. "I'm such a bad girl!" she thought.
As she prepared to leave for the pond the next morning, however, she started to have second thoughts. It just didn't seem as good of an idea as it had the day before. What if her bike broke down along the way? Then she corrected herself, realizing that that would make no difference whatsoever. No one seeing her traveling to or from the pond would notice anything at all. Why would not having a bathing suit under her clothes seem at all odd? In fact, what difference would it make when she was there swimming? If she needed to get to the shore to get something to put on, it would take just as long to get to her bathing suit as it would to get to her clothes. The thoughts of swimming naked were starting to get her aroused. She began caressing herself between her legs. "Anyway," she thought to herself, "I'm a naughty girl, and naughty girls aren't allowed to wear bathing suits." She continued fondling herself, but then stopped. She wanted to get to her pond so she could start her adventure!
Without thinking about it any further, she packed a towel in her bike pack and rode off, leaving her swimsuit behind. She got to the trail and proceeded along it. During her travels her thoughts kept returning to the absence of her bathing suit. By the time she was at the trail's halfway point, she was extremely horny. She thought about undressing right there and walking the rest of the way naked. Although she didn't do it, she kept thinking about it. She couldn't really see any reason not to. She was plenty deep in the woods, so there was nothing for her to worry about. Although parts of the trail were a little overgrown, it wasn't that bad. There would be no problems traversing it even if she wasn't wearing anything. In her aroused state, she reflected that she should HAVE to walk naked through the woods as punishment for being so naughty! Finally she got to the end of the trail.
Because there was a high, steep bank down to the pond on the western side, she normally would have walked her bike along the western bank until she got to the southern shore. There, the slope of the land leading to the pond was gentle and easy to traverse. In the past, that's where she had always parked her bike and subsequently removed her clothes.
This time Rebecca she didn't do that. She got undressed right where the trail came out along the pond, at the center of the western shore. She put her clothes in her bike pack, then hesitated. She had been ready to walk her bike to the southern shore as usual, but after a moment she decided to leave it right where it was instead. Rebecca walked south along the western bank without her bike and reached the southern shore. She quickly got into the water. She felt so completely free. She felt totally exposed as well, but in an erotic way. In fact, she never felt more exposed in her life. By leaving her clothes at the top of a bank which was too steep to climb, there was no way she could get to them quickly. This wasn't like her previous excursions, when she just needed to swim to the the shore to grab them. Instead, after getting to the shore, she would have to walk stark naked a pretty good distance before she could retrieve them.
Rebecca loved this feeling of vulnerability. It felt pleasant because she knew she wasn't really taking a chance of being caught. Had there been an actual risk this would not have felt pleasant at all, in fact she would have been nervous as hell.
As her state of arousal built up, Rebecca needed to take a break. She swam to the center of the eastern shore, which was the point farthest from her clothes, and got out of the pond. She lay down on her back and proceeded to address her sexual tensions. Her fantasy from two days past returned. The stern, attractive woman caught her swimming naked and demanded she get out of the water. She took her by the arm and told her she was going to be punished for being such a naughty girl. She sat down on a boulder and pulled Rebecca across her lap. As before, she told her she was going to give her a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom. At this point Rebecca was masturbating furiously, feverish with desire. In her fantasy, the woman didn't start spanking her though. Instead, she called out to someone. Another woman emerged from the woods and walked over to them. The first woman laid her hand on Rebecca's bottom and started talking to her. "Now, young lady," she said, "I'm going to spank your bare bottom while my friend is watching. You're going to be spanked until your bottom is cherry red. After that, my friend is going to take you over her knee and give you a spanking just as hard as I did."
As a mind-numbing orgasm hit her, Rebecca yelled. Waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over her. When it ended, Rebecca, completely spent, just lay there motionless with her one hand resting between her legs, still widely spread, and the other on her stomach.
Over the next few days, Rebecca's outings became even more adventuresome. Instead of bringing her bike to the end of the trail, she parked it on the trail itself. She undressed at that point, placed her clothes in her pack, closed it up, and then walked naked the rest of the way along the trail to the pond. This was a new experience, in some ways even more powerful than her nude swimming. Each day, she left the bike farther up the trail than the day before. This created ever increasing excitement for her.
She continued taking breaks from swimming to indulge in wild fantasies. The orgasms she had were incredible.
For today's trip, falling on the fifteenth of July, Rebecca parked her bike farther away from the pond than she ever had before. It was about at the halfway point of the trail. It was still quite a distance from the driveway and connecting road, though, so there was no possibility of it being seen.
As she had the previous times, she stripped off all her clothes and stored them in the bike pack. Then she walked all the way to the pond. It was another beautiful summer day, with the sun shining brightly and a warm, gentle breeze blowing. She swam for an hour before pausing to "rest". Rebecca decided to try a new spot today. She swam to the tiny island located just east of the western shore where the trail emerged. The island was roughly circular, with a diameter of around 12 feet. She climbed onto it and lay down on the soft vegetation. She spread her legs wide and began to masturbate. The attractive, but stern, female hiker from her previous fantasies reappeared. Rebecca imagined the woman coming out of the woods and catching her swimming naked. The woman folded her arms and told her to get out of the water. She took her by the arm and told her she was a very naughty girl and needed to be punished severely. She pulled Rebecca by the arm to a tree right at the edge of the woods and made her stand against it, facing the tree. Then she told her to put her arms around the tree. As Rebecca did so, the woman put handcuffs on her wrists, trapping her against the tree with her naked bottom facing the pond. "Now you're going to get what you deserve!" the woman told her.
As she fantasized and continued to masturbate, Rebecca's breathing became very heavy, and then she began to pant.
"Hey everyone, we're all set!" the woman called. A small group of hikers emerged from the woods. They sat near the tree, each one having a perfect view of Rebecca's bottom. "This is the naughty girl I was telling you all about," the woman said to the group. "I was sure you'd enjoy watching her get the punishment she deserves. I'm going to give her the spanking of her life!"
Rebecca's state of arousal increased even further. As she frantically rubbed her most sensitive region, she began moaning loudly. Her desires felt like they had gone out of control. She desperately needed release. Totally immersed in her fantasy, Rebecca called out, aloud, "Please don't spank my bare bottom in front of everyone!"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do! You deserve it!" The woman put her hand on Rebecca's bottom and then started delivering stinging slaps. As she spanked her, the woman addressed the group. "After I've given her a long, hard spanking with my hand, I'm going to use to these." Rebecca looked over and saw her pointing to a bunch of flexible twigs lying on a nearby rock. "These will sting like hornets. It'll be even worse because her rear end will already be sore. I'm going to whip her bare bottom until every single spot is covered with red glowing welts!"
As her arousal reached impossible levels, Rebecca's moans became yells. She thought she was losing her mind.
The woman said softly to her, "Oh, and by the way, after I'm finished with you I'm just going to leave you handcuffed to the tree. There's no possible way you can escape. Don't worry though. An hour from now every student and teacher from your college will be coming here for their Founders' Day celebration. I'm sure they'll all be very interested in seeing your naked punished bottom."
As Rebecca came, her yells became continuous and very loud. The orgasm wouldn't stop, it just seemed to go on forever. She felt pleasure more intense than anything she ever thought possible. She thought she was going to pass out. Every time it seemed like it was starting to subside, a fresh wave of pleasure hit her.
At long last it receded. She was drenched with sweat and completely exhausted. She rolled onto her side, curled into a fetal position, and fell asleep.
She woke up a little while later. She felt fantastic. She recalled with amazement the intense pleasure she had just felt. Renewed, she got back into the water and swam awhile. After an enjoyable swim, she decided it was time to be getting back home. She was a little tired; she had had enough excitement for the day!
She swam to the shore and got out of the pond. She didn't have a towel to dry off with, as it was back with her bike. She wasn't concerned - she'd dry as she walked back.
Rebecca walked north up the western shore to the trail entrance. She had parked her bike well up the trail, so she had a long, naked walk ahead of her. She didn't mind at all - she felt great.
As she progressed up the trail, she thought ahead to her next trip. She thought she'd park even farther up the trail than she had today. Just a little bit farther though; she didn't want to get carried away. She wondered if she'd have another super orgasm like she had today. That was one for the record books, she thought jokingly. Hey, maybe she should write a letter to the editor of the local paper to tell them about it! She laughed to herself. Rebecca was absolutely glowing.
After an enjoyable walk, she was finally approaching the spot where she had parked her bike. She almost felt disappointed that she'd have to put her clothes back on. On the other hand, she supposed she might attract attention if she left her clothes in the pack and rode back without them on. She giggled.
The bike was right up ahead. She recognized the place where she had parked it, just around the next corner. She rounded the corner. But her bike was not there.
She was dumbfounded. This was a possibility she never considered. She knew exactly where she left it, but no matter how many times she looked, it wasn't there. Realization started to sink in. She was butt naked in the woods, far from her home, and no way to get there but to walk for miles!
Now she started to panic - what on earth was she going to do? She was in big, big trouble.
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As Angela was driving her SUV along the road which passes by her aunt and uncle's house, she saw a girl on a bicycle pull off the road onto a dirt area. The girl looked familiar to her, but she wasn't sure. As she passed the spot where the girl had pulled off, she glanced over and saw her heading up the dirt road. "That's odd," she thought. Angela recalled her aunt telling her that someone had bought land there and was going to build on it. She thought it unlikely that the girl on the bike was the landowner, but she brushed it off and continued down the road. Then she realized who the girl was. "That was Rebecca!" she thought.
Angela knew Rebecca from high school, but not well. In fact, Angela didn't particularly like her - she thought she was a stuck-up know-it-all. She knew Rebecca worked at the fitness center her mom went to. Angela ran into her a couple of times when she stopped there to pick up her mother, but they only exchanged a few casual words.
Angela was more curious now. She decided to take a quick look. She turned her vehicle around, drove back up the road, and pulled onto the dirt driveway. She figured she'd just tell Rebecca that she pulled in there to turn around. Rebecca was nowhere to be seen, however. Angela wondered where she went; all that was there was the driveway, an open lot, and woods. Even more curious, she drove farther up the driveway and parked. She reached for her phone, but then left it there since it wasn't holding a charge and she hadn't had a chance to replace the battery yet.
She got out of her SUV and stood there a moment. She was a little taller and heavier than Rebecca. She was by no means overweight, though. With her long black hair, full, round breasts, and provocative rear end, Angela generated a great deal of interest.
"Now this is really weird," she thought, looking around. "Where on earth did she go?" She walked up to the open lot, then started back again. She walked right on the edge of the driveway next to the woods. Then she noticed a gap in the trees. On closer inspection, she realized it was a trail. "So THAT'S where she went," Angela thought.
She considered getting back into her vehicle and leaving, but she was still curious. She wondered where the trail went. She thought maybe Rebecca was just riding her bike on it, but the trail looked too narrow and rough to easily navigate with a bicycle.
She thought, "What the heck!" and decided to follow the trail a bit. If she ran into Rebecca, she'd just tell her she saw her pull off the road there and decided she'd stop to say hello. Weak, but it would do.
Angela proceeded along the trail, trying to be reasonably quiet. She'd rather if she heard Rebecca in advance so she could avoid her. She had gone a pretty good distance and was thinking she really should turn around and head back, when she thought she heard something. She stopped to listen. Yes, she definitely heard some rustling.
She waited a few minutes and then started moving cautiously down the trail again. In a little while, she came across a bike. "Why'd she leave her bike here?" Angela wondered. The trail further on didn't seem any harder to navigate than the part she had already traversed. Even more curious, Angela continued walking.
Eventually, Angela heard something very faintly. She crept along the trail, listening intently. The sounds gradually grew louder; it sounded like splashing. Soon, Angela could just make out a pond from her position in the woods. Very cautiously, she moved closer. "Mystery solved," she thought as she caught sight of Rebecca moving through the water. She wondered why she came here to swim instead of just going to a pool. Somewhat disappointed that the solution to her mystery wasn't something more interesting, she prepared to go back. Suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Rebecca wasn't wearing anything! She chuckled to herself, "So she's out here skinny dipping!"
Angela, fascinated, continued to watch her, staying carefully concealed at the edge of the woods. "She's in really good shape, the bitch," Angela thought.
As she continued observing the nude swimmer, Angela began to have malicious thoughts. "I should steal her clothes! That would be great - she'd have to ride her bike back naked!" As she imagined this she laughed to herself. She scanned around the pond, but couldn't spot Rebecca's clothes. Annoyed, she gave up on the idea.
Then she watched as Rebecca climbed onto a small island not far from her vantage point. She now had a closer view of her body and the excellent shape it was in. Suddenly, Angela's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open in astonishment. There was Rebecca, stark naked, lying on her back, legs spread wide, vigorously rubbing her pussy!
Angela continued to watch in disbelief. Rebecca was going at it with such intensity!! It was such a powerful, uninhibited raw display of sexuality! Then Rebecca began moaning, and saying some things out loud. Angela continued watching and listening with rapt attention. She heard her cry out, "Please don't spank my bare bottom in front of everyone!"
"Oh my God!!!!!" Angela thought. "She is one kinky bitch!!! So she wants a spanking, does she? With an audience!!"
Rebecca's moans became shouts. She was yelling her head off! The yells increased in intensity, becoming almost continuous. "My God!!!" Angela thought. At last, it tapered off. Rebecca had obviously had one HELL of an orgasm! Angela watched her curl up and just lay there, obviously exhausted. It looked like she might have even gone to sleep. "No wonder!" Angela thought.
Mesmerized, Angela continued to watch her. She was captivated by the way she lay there, completely naked and right out in the open, yet totally unashamed. Her thoughts turned to what she heard Rebecca cry out. As she looked at the girl's naked bottom, her thoughts turned to spanking. She wondered what it would feel like; she was never spanked herself. Then she imagined Rebecca with a bright red bottom, bawling. "She would really deserve a good spanking!" she thought.
As Rebecca lay there motionless, Angela's thoughts returned to the girl's clothes. She would just love to steal them! Angela figured they must be lying somewhere out of her line of vision. She thought if she could work her way around the pond, staying back in the woods a bit, she should be able to spot them. She wasn't sure if Rebecca was actually asleep or just resting. She'd have to move quietly just in case.
Angela, as stealthily as she could, circled the entire pond. However she just could not find Rebecca's clothes! Angela was frustrated; she figured the girl must have hidden them out of sight somewhere. "Lucky for her, damn it!!!" she thought.
By the time Angela had circumnavigated the pond, Rebecca was starting to stir. As Rebecca got into the water and started to swim, Angela decided to head back to her SUV. She watched Rebecca a little while longer, then started up the trail.
Angela glanced at Rebecca's bike as she walked by it. She continued up the trail, but then suddenly stopped. "You don't suppose ..." she thought. Angela turned and walked back to the bike, looking at the attached pack. She opened it, revealing Rebecca's clothes. "So THAT's where she had them!!"
With a wicked grin, she started to walk the bike up the trail with her. "So she likes being out in the open with nothing on does she? Well, let's give her what she wants!!!"
Angela followed the trail to the driveway, opened the back of her SUV, and placed the bike inside. Then she drove off, laughing.
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Chapter 2
Rebecca was in quite a state. What on earth was she going to do? She stood there, very conscious of her nudity, and tried to think. There was no point going back to the pond - that wouldn't help her at all. The only thing she could do was follow the path back to the driveway. But what could she do then? Wait until dark and then walk home? Five miles, totally nude? Yeah, right. Maybe she could hitchhike. She'd bet someone would stop for her! In her panic, she was starting to get sarcastic. The situation was hopeless. She couldn't get caught like this, but there didn't seem like there was any way to avoid it.
She thought some more. There were a few houses on the other side of the road. The road wasn't heavily traveled, so she could get across unseen easily enough. Maybe there would be something at one of the homes? A blanket would be very, very nice right now. How about some clothes hanging on a clothesline? At the moment, she'd exchange a pile of gold bullion for such a find!
She felt a small ray of hope. If she could just find something to put on! She'd still have to walk all the way home. Unless she found some footwear, that would be difficult. But she'd still feel much, much better if she was wearing something! Other problems paled in comparison.
So Rebecca walked back up the path to its entrance next to the driveway. "OK, now what?" she thought. "Once I step out of the woods, I'm in plain view." To remain hidden, she walked through the woods adjacent to the driveway until she came to the road. It was a little rough going because of the undergrowth, but it was only for a short distance so it wasn't too bad.
Staying just inside the woods' boundary, ready to quickly head deeper if she saw any people or vehicles, she carefully scanned the surrounding area. The road ran east and west. The dirt driveway connected to the road from the south. Rebecca was in the woods just east of the driveway and south of the road. Looking east up the road, there were woods as far as she could see on the south side. On the opposite side of the road, it was all open land with just a few scattered trees. There were no houses in sight in that direction. Farther north, the open land became wooded hills.
Looking west down the road, the south side was again completely wooded. A little to the west of her position the land on her side of the road started to climb. Where it bordered the road it became very steep - nearly a cliff. On the north side of the road she could see a single house with a long paved driveway. On the far side of the driveway were some trees. Not really woods, just a small bunch of trees and some brush. Except for those trees and the house, the land was the same as it was to the east - open land with a few scattered trees, bordered by wooded hills farther to the north.
Rebecca really only had one choice - to make for the small stand of trees near the house and hope there was something, anything, for her to cover herself with nearby. If she got in the middle of those trees and crouched down, she should remain hidden. But how could she get there? She could try to work her way through the woods on her side of the road to a position directly across from the home's driveway, but there was a steep drop down from the woods to the road at that point. Even if she was able to climb down, it would take too long. She'd be clearly visible to any vehicles that came by.
She decided to work her way west as far as she could, before the land started to climb, and take another look from that location. She needed to get to the other side of the dirt driveway first, though. She looked carefully up and down the road, then dashed across the driveway and entered the woods on the opposite side. It only took a few seconds but it still made her very nervous. She waited a bit to calm down, then started working her way westward through the woods. She traveled parallel to the road, but stayed deep enough in the trees to avoid being seen.
After going a short distance west, she reached the point where the land began to climb. She looked down the road from her new vantage point - as far west as she could see, there was a steep drop down from the woods to the road. She looked at the stand of trees that she wanted to get to. The trees were still a pretty good distance away. "Damn it!!" she thought.
She waited and pondered a while, but she realized she just had no choice; she'd have to risk it. She braced herself, looked carefully up and down the road, and then bolted out from the woods. She crossed to the other side of the road and ran down it as fast as she possibly could. She was terrified that a car would come!! It took about half a minute, but she finally got to her destination. She went into the small group of trees, got flat on the ground, and listened. She didn't hear anything other than her own rapid breathing. Her heart was beating wildly.
Then Rebecca heard a car. She froze. "Please, PLEASE don't let them see me!!!" she thought. Fortunately, the car just drove by. "Thank God!" she thought in relief. Gradually her breathing settled and her heart slowed down. She realized she wasn't very well hidden there, so she didn't want to linger.
She looked around from her new hiding place. She could not get back across the road without running all the way back the way she came. That was an experience she would rather not repeat! She was lucky once, but may well not be a second time. Plus it wouldn't help; she'd be right back where she started! Unfortunately, there weren't any other good hiding places nearby. The house was a good distance up the driveway and surrounded by open field. There were just a few occasional trees, other than the little "grove" she was in, and no other structures in sight. Now what? She certainly didn't see anything that could help her. No blankets, no clothes on a clothesline. Nothing. "What about the house?" she thought. Sure, she could just walk up to the front door, ring the bell, and ask if she could please borrow some clothes. She was starting to get sarcastic again as feelings of hopelessness returned. She scanned the area again on her side of the road. But other than her current hiding place, it was open land in both directions for quite a distance. She briefly considered trying to get to the hills which bordered the land in the back of the house, but they were much too far away; she would have to be out in the open for far too long to get to them. There was nothing she could do - she was going to be caught and utterly humiliated.
As she lay there, totally despondent, she examined the house. "There are certainly clothes in there," she thought. "Clothes - just that short distance away. Clothes - something I'd give nearly ANYTHING for." But she had no idea if anyone was home. "Wait a minute!" she thought. "There's no car in the driveway, and no garage. The people are probably out!" She started thinking of something she ordinarily wouldn't even consider: breaking into the house. She could get in, grab some clothes - anything at all - and leave! But what if someone was there? Well, there was just no way she could know for sure. It would be taking quite a chance; if someone was home she would certainly be caught. On the other hand she couldn't just stay where she was. As she lay there, every now and then a vehicle would go by, causing her to freeze in alarm each time. Suppose she wasn't fully hidden, and she was spotted? The house was her only option.
To get there would require another mad dash - it would take her about as long to get to the house as it had taken for her recent sprint down the road. If a car drove by, they'd be treated to quite an interesting view as she ran up the driveway. Damn it. Well, again, she just had no choice.
But what would she do once she got there? She couldn't just stand at the front door, and there were no good hiding places in sight. She'd have to run around to the back of the house so she'd be out of view of the road. But she couldn't see behind the house - what if there were people there?? She didn't hear anything, though.
She had to do it. She dreaded having to break cover again for another frantic nerve-shattering run, but there was just no alternative. She mentally prepared herself, looked carefully up and down the road, jumped up, and ran. As she ran as fast as she possibly could, she wanted to look back - was someone back there watching her? She drove that thought out of her mind and kept going forward. She got to the side of the house and continued to the back corner. She quickly looked around the corner, but thankfully didn't see anyone. Then she zoomed around the corner and lay flat. As before, she was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding. As she scanned the area and didn't see anyone, she calmed down, but just a little. Although she couldn't be seen from the road, she was still out in the open. She had to get hidden again right away!
There was a low deck in back of the house. She jumped up and ran across the wooden surface to the back door. She tried it, praying that no one was home. The door was locked. Fuck! No surprise though. She thought she'd try the windows next - she'd just have to smash one. She looked over at the window to the left of the back door and did a double take. It was open! There was a screen there, but the window was wide open! "I have to move!!!!!" she thought. She removed the screen as quietly as she could, fearful both that someone could be home and that someone outside would see her. There was a counter right inside the window. She went in headfirst. As she pulled herself through, her arms, moving a little wildly, knocked some things off the counter. It made quite a racket. FUCK!!! She had to keep going. Her stomach and chest were on the counter and her waist was back at the window sill. She grabbed the end of the counter and shifted her body to finish pulling herself through. As she struggled, she hit the side of the window. She heard a snapping noise and then felt pressure on her lower back. What the fuck??? Panicked, she tried to yank herself though, pulling as hard as she could. To no avail. She looked back. The window had come down and was resting on her back! She tried to get the window up, but it wouldn't move an inch. Totally frantic now, she looked again. There was a broken piece of wood aside of the window. She remembered seeing that wood when she looked at the window from the outside, but she hadn't thought about it. Now she realized that it had been holding the window up! "Oh my GOD, I have to get OUT OF HERE!!!" She was trapped - bare bottom on display to anyone at the back of the house.
She struggled desperately. She thought the window couldn't possibly be that heavy - something in the mechanism must be broken to keep it from going up! Despite her panic, she couldn't help but to notice the disorder she had created. She had knocked over canisters of flour and sugar. What a gigantic mess! There was powder nearly all the way across the kitchen floor! She frantically made another Herculean attempt first to pull herself through, and then to push herself back outside. Nothing doing. Looking around, she saw a spice rack within her reach. She thought maybe she could use it to force the window open. She pulled the rack over toward her. She tried to pull the side of the spice rack off so she could use it as a lever, but it wasn't coming. In frantic anger, she smashed the spice rack against the cabinet in front of the counter. Broken spice bottles, along with their contents, flew everywhere. Finally, she managed to break a piece off and reached back to the window with it. She got it under the window and tried to pry it up, but it didn't budge. Her lever broke. She hurled it across the room. She struggled for a while longer, then finally just lay limp.
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Angela drove a short distance down the road, then pulled off and parked. She wanted to think a bit. She thought she'd better make sure that the bike was hidden from view (best not to let anyone see it and ask questions), so she covered it with a blanket.
Angela loved the fact that Rebecca was now stuck in the outdoors, stark naked, with no way to get home without being totally embarrassed. She wished she could see what Rebecca would do when she discovered that her bike, along with all her clothes, were gone! "What exactly will she do?" Angela wondered. "Well, she'll probably stay in the woods and start walking in the direction of her home that way. After all, what else could she do? She can't very well leave the woods and walk along the road!" Angela smirked thinking about it. "Well, she wanted to be out in the open exposed, and now I've helped her with that, big time!! I have a feeling, though, that this isn't quite what she had in mind!" Angela chuckled. "But the woods only extend so far. What will she do when she runs out of woods? I guess she'll have to wait until sundown and then leave the woods and try to get back in the dark. But how? She'll have to go for miles, and there are many streetlights! I wish I could watch this!!!"
Angela wondered if she drove up and down the road, if she'd catch sight of Rebecca. She decided that was very unlikely. Then her thoughts turned to her aunt and uncle who live just down the road - very near the land on which the pond is located. "Hey," she thought, "I could stop by and say hello to my Aunt Ruth!" Angela knew her uncle was out of town on a business trip, but she figured her aunt should be there. From her aunt's house she could keep an eye out for Rebecca, although she realized that the odds of actually spotting her were near zero. "Well, what the heck?" she thought. "I don't feel like heading home. Why not stop by my aunt's since I'm right here?"
Angela pulled out and went back up the road, her eyes wandering over to the woods as she drove. She wondered if she'd ever find out what happened? Would there be an article in the papers? Maybe a few pictures? ("Yeah right," she thought, grinning.) Would there be a police report? Angela actually didn't like that idea - she didn't really want Rebecca to get in that kind of trouble. She thought what Rebecca really needed was a good spanking, like she apparently desired. She realized that wouldn't happen, unfortunately. Angela considered the possibility that maybe Rebecca would somehow miraculously get home without being caught - but what then? Would she ring the doorbell and stand there naked when her parents opened the door? Not likely. Angela really wondered what was going to happen!
As she approached her aunt's house, Angela wondered what it would be like to be spanked. She was never spanked in her life, so she really didn't know first-hand. Her cousin (the daughter of Angela's Aunt Ruth), though, mentioned being punished that way a few times. She didn't talk about it much, but said enough so Angela knew it hurt and was very embarrassing. She was thinking about this as she pulled into her aunt's. She was so deep in thought she didn't realize at first that her aunt's car wasn't in the driveway. "Oh, she must be out," Angela thought. "Well, that's OK. I'll just hang here a bit and wait for her to get back. If she gets back soon I'll stay and visit, otherwise I may as well head home."
She got out of her SUV. As she was closing the door, she thought she heard something from the direction of the house. She paused and listened, but didn't hear anything else. She walked down the driveway toward the road, passing a small cluster of trees and bushes. She looked over at the woods, at the top of a steep embankment. "Ah, there's no way I'll see anything," she thought. She walked back to her SUV, thinking she'd sit in it and wait. That way she could watch the woods across the way for what it was worth. Just before she opened her vehicle's door, she again thought she heard something - it sounded like it came from the back of the house. She walked around the side of the house and peered around the corner. What she saw made her freeze in her tracks - for the second time that day, her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. There was the lower half of a naked girl hanging out the window!!!
Angela just stood there and stared. After a few moments, she realized what was happening - Rebecca was breaking into her aunt's house to get some clothes! Angela was still frozen in place, not sure what to do. Then she became puzzled. "Why is she just staying there?" she wondered. "She's already halfway in - why doesn't she climb in the rest of the way??"
Very slowly and quietly, Angela moved back from the house to get a better view of what was going on, being careful to stay out of sight of Rebecca in case she was looking out the window. She saw that the window was down against Rebecca's back. Then it dawned on her - "She's STUCK!! Oh my FUCKING GOD, she's STUCK!!!!" She was utterly dumbfounded. "Oh my God, is she ever screwed!!!!" Seeing her bare bottom in that position brought her back to thinking about spanking. Then in a flash an idea hit her. She paused briefly, then thought, "I've got to hurry!!!"
Moving as quietly as she could, Angela quickly returned to her SUV. She carefully opened the back, took the blanket off the bike, and pulled it out. She rolled the bike along the side of the house and parked it right at the back corner, where it would be clearly visible to anyone coming up the driveway. She grabbed a few garden tools that were near some flowers along the side of the house. She went back to the bike, peeked around the corner of the house to make sure Rebecca was still there, then opened the bike pack. She left Rebecca's clothes in the pack, but removed the towel. Then she laid the garden tools right on top of Rebecca's clothes. She left the pack open so the tools were clearly visible. Then she ran back to her SUV, climbed in the back, and grabbed an old cloth bag she had inside. She got out and closed the back as quietly as she could. Keeping an eye out for her aunt, she ran to a few different places on the property where there were some lawn ornaments. She collected these, placing them in her cloth bag. She ran back to the bike and hung the bag on the handlebar, making sure it was partially open. Finally, she ran back to her vehicle, entered it, and drove off.
Angela pulled into the dirt driveway just up the road and parked all the way back where the land had been cleared for building. She parked where her vehicle was not visible from the road. Then she ran to the end of the driveway and concealed herself in the woods, so she could watch her aunt's driveway without being seen. She did not have to wait long. After only about ten minutes she saw her aunt's car pull into the driveway. "God, if only I can get this to work!" she thought. Angela ran back to her SUV and got in. She knew that the timing was critical, but it was a lot of guesswork. She was trying to mentally calculate how long to wait. She wanted to give it enough time to set things in motion, but not so long that her aunt called the police!
When, by Angela's best guess, enough time had elapsed, she drove down the road to her aunt's and pulled in. She did not see her aunt. She got out of her vehicle and listened. She heard her aunt's voice, raised. Angela ran up to the front door and rang the bell. She tried her best to look normal; she didn't want to give anything away!
She was ready to ring the bell a second time, when the door opened. Angela did her best to appear nonchalant. Her aunt was red-faced and looked quite angry. Now it was pretty easy for Angela to act. She said, "Aunt Ruth, what's wrong? I just wanted to stop by to say hello!"
Her aunt was sputtering. "I have a situation here," she said.
"Oh!" Angela said, trying to look surprised. "What's wrong? Can I help?"
"Some girl broke into my house!! Well, tried to," Ruth corrected herself.
"On No!!!"
Angela's aunt exclaimed, "I want to ring that girl's neck!!"
Angela asked, "Do you know who it was?"
"No, I've never seen her; maybe you know her. Here, come on in - you won't believe this."
Angela, putting a shocked look on her face, said, "You mean she's still here??"
"Oh, yes, I'll say she is!" her aunt exclaimed.
Ruth led Angela into the kitchen. Wow, what a mess!!! There was white powder all over the floor. There were small bottles and broken glass scattered everywhere, as well as some pieces of wood. The cabinet near the sink had some heavy gashes in it. Angela thought to herself, "No wonder Aunt Ruth is so pissed! That girl really did a number on her kitchen!"
Even more noticeable than the gigantic mess, however, was the naked top half of a girl extending in from the window, lying on the counter! Angela really didn't have to pretend to be shocked. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" she exclaimed.
Ruth said, "Yes ... she had stolen some stuff outside and was in the process of breaking in to steal some more, when she must have knocked over the brace I had for that window, and it came down and trapped her." Rebecca heard this, not understanding the part about stealing things outside, but she was in such a state - shocked, embarrassed, and scared - that she didn't speak.
Angela decided to pile it on even more. "Hey, I know her! I went to school with her! She graduated in my class! She's the one that stole my phone a couple years ago - I could never prove it, but I know it was her!" This was a total fabrication, as no one had ever stolen Angela's phone.
Her aunt said, "I guess old habits die hard!"
Rebecca, hearing this, didn't understand at all, but she just wasn't in a frame of mind where she wanted to try to speak, her thoughts being consumed by other aspects of her situation.
Angela was thinking hard and planning. It was quite obvious that her aunt was royally pissed. Not only did she think Rebecca has stolen some things outside and was trying to break into the house to steal even more, but Rebecca created this gigantic mess in her kitchen. And now, because of the lie Angela told her about her phone, Ruth thinks the girl has stolen before! Angela thought, "This is going great! It'll be tricky to keep Aunt Ruth from calling the police, though, and move things in the right direction!" Angela had some general ideas how to do that, but certainly didn't have all the details worked out.
Ruth, puzzled by Rebecca's lack of apparel, said, "I have no idea why she's naked. Why on earth would she take her clothes off to break in?"
Angela tried to brush this off. "Wow, that's really weird! Well, you know how people are these days. I wonder if she did that as a kind of self-dare - you know, for the excitement?" It was a little weak, she thought, but apparently it was enough to get her aunt off that line of questioning. "Yeah, who knows!" her aunt replied.
Aunt Ruth then repeated her earlier threat: "I'm going to wring her damned neck!!"
Angela thought, "Well, that's at least the right general way of thinking; now if I could just get her focus further down! Her neck's not the right spot!"
Angela, trying to sound angry, said, "I can't believe she was doing this to you! She ought to have her ass kicked but good!!"
Angela thought it was going to get tricky now. She didn't know exactly how her aunt was going to react to her last statement. She'd have to try to keep steering her aunt in the right direction without giving away that that's what she was doing.
She did not expect her aunt's response. "Oh, don't worry. By the time I'm done with her she won't sit down for a week!"
Angela didn't say anything at all - she couldn't believe it was this easy! This was exactly what she wanted!
Ruth complained, "I don't know how I'm going to get this mess cleaned up! We were supposed to play cards tonight! I have some women coming over around 5:00 - Wednesday is our games night! Damn it, I guess I'll have to call and cancel."
Angela, almost without thinking, said, "Yeah, that's too bad." Nodding toward Rebecca, she continued. "It would serve her right if your friends saw her like this."
Ruth started to answer, then stopped talking. She frowned, thinking. "You know what? I'll bet they'd really be interested in this! They'd be happy that I caught a thief. I'm sure they'd just love to see her get her due!" More thinking. "Yes - I'm just going to go ahead and let them come over! In fact, it's so nice out, we can play cards on the patio!"
Rebecca was listening to this with utter shock and disbelief.
Angela egged her aunt on. "Wow, you're right, Aunt Ruth. I'll bet some of them would like to give her a kick in the rear themselves!" She hoped she wasn't going too far with this, but it was going so well and she was enjoying it immensely!
Her aunt didn't say anything. Angela thought, "Uh oh - I may have overdone it."
Then Ruth agreed, "Yes - I'll bet they would too. I'm sure they'd love a chance to wallop a damned thief. Since we're going to be playing cards, you've given me an idea."
Having little else to do to occupy her time, Rebecca had been listening intently to all of this. In addition to her feelings of extreme shock and embarrassment, Rebecca was really beginning to dislike Angela.
Angela offered to help her aunt clean up the kitchen, but Ruth decided to leave it exactly as it was so her guests could see what the girl had done. It was 4:30, so the guests would be arriving shortly. Ruth went into the basement and was down there a few minutes. When she came back, she was holding something in her hand. She laid it on the table where Rebecca could see it. It was a thick wooden paddle with a business end that was about a foot and half long by four inches wide. It looked sturdy and malicious. As Rebecca examined it, she was thinking, "oh shit oh shit oh shit ..."
Rebecca tried to talk to Ruth. "I'm sorry! I'll never do anything like this again!"
But Ruth was having none of it. "Yes, I'll bet you won't either. Not after the paddling you're going to get!"
Rebecca pleaded, "Please let me go - I'm very, very sorry! I'll clean all this up and pay for all the damage."
"Oh sure," said Ruth, "you're apologetic now that you've been caught!"
"Please, I'm very sorry - I didn't know what to do!!"
"What do you mean you didn't know what to do?" Ruth asked.
"Someone stole my bike! I had to find some clothes!!"
Ruth walked up to her, looking furious. "What the hell are you talking about, you little liar! You're bike's right outside where you left it - along with some of the things you were stealing."
Rebecca didn't understand. "Huh? I don't know what you mean!"
Ruth was seething. "You're in enough trouble already; you'd better just shut your mouth before I completely lose my temper!!" Ruth looked so angry that Rebecca was afraid to say anything else. Rebecca looked over at Angela, but Angela just looked back at her.
A few tense moments went by, then Ruth asked, "One thing I'd like to know - just what the FUCK is up with stripping before breaking in? Do you get your kicks that way?"
Angela winced. This was the first time she ever heard her aunt say that word!
Rebecca didn't answer; Ruth seemed so angry she was afraid to talk.
"Well???" Ruth demanded.
Rebecca said, "I'm sorry - someone stole my clothes and I was desperate!"
Ruth looked like she was ready to blow a gasket. Angela wanted to get this line of conversation stopped. She patted her aunt's arm and said, "Aunt Ruth, could I talk to you for a second?"
Her aunt, trying to get her temper under control, said, a little gruffly, "Sure."
Angela walked out of the kitchen into the next room. Her aunt followed her. Angela spoke softly to her. "Aunt Ruth, I think when she saw that paddle, she got really nervous. I think she's just saying anything, desperate to avoid getting what's coming to her."
Ruth said, "Yes, you're probably right, but it's really pissing me off."
Angela said, "She's probably so used to lying she's not even thinking about it. She's so nervous that her lies don't make any sense."
Ruth seemed to be calming down a bit. She said, "I guess it shouldn't surprise me for a thief to also be a liar. But really - her bike's right there and she's saying it was stolen???"
Angela continued, "Yes, that's really stupid. I think she's starting to imagine what that paddle's going to feel like and she'd say anything to weasel out of it."
Her aunt agreed with her. "Yes, that's exactly what it is. Well, there's no way she's going to weasel out of this. Maybe I should contact Guinness. I don't know if there's a world record for paddlings, but one's about to be set!!"
Angela smirked to herself. Looking serious, she nodded to her aunt and then said, "Well, thanks for talking to me, Aunt Ruth."
Her aunt gave her a hug and said, "Sure, that's OK, Angie. I know this is pretty upsetting. I'm glad I could help calm you down." Angela hugged her back, then they returned to the kitchen.
Soon, the doorbell rang; Ruth's guests had started to appear. She was expecting a total of five women, all friends of hers. As they arrived, Ruth seated them in the living room.
After three of her guests had shown up, the phone rang. Ruth answered - it was one of her friends. Apologetic for the last minute notice, she told Ruth that she would not be able to come to play cards that evening. Ruth, hanging up the phone, told her group, "That's too bad. Brenda won't be able to make it this evening. I guess we'll be one short for cards."
Angela immediately chimed in, "Hey, do you want me to fill in?"
Ruth liked the idea. "Sure! Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"
"No, not at all - I like playing cards!"
The last guest arrived and joined them in the living room. There were six in all, including Ruth and Angela.
Ruth sat down and explained the situation to her guests. She told them about a girl stealing some of her things outside, then trying to break into her home to steal some more. She told them how the girl really messed up her kitchen and that she'd show that to them in a moment. Her guests all seemed very sympathetic toward her and exclaimed how terrible this was.
Then Ruth said, "However, the girl outsmarted herself! The former owners of this house had extra heavy glass used for the windows; it's virtually unbreakable. I guess they were worried about storms or burglars or something. Anyway, the extra weight from the glass has caused problems with some of the windows. In fact, one of the windows in the back doesn't work right - it won't stay up. I had it propped open with a small wooden pole. Well, the girl tried to climb in that window, but accidentally hit the pole - then the window came down and trapped her!"
Some murmurs of surprise came from her guests.
"She's still there - trapped! I want to teach her a lesson she'll never forget!"
Some of her guests nodded in agreement. They continued to listen attentively.
"So what I'd like to do is play cards out on the deck. Every time someone wins a round, they can give her three smacks with a paddle.
There were some looks of surprise, nods of agreement, and a couple of smiles.
Ruth went on. "Now, I don't want to push anyone into doing something they don't want to do. This is strictly up to you if you win a hand. You can give her smacks if you want to, but you certainly don't have to."
There was agreement from her guests. A few comments emerged: "sounds good" ... "she deserves it" ... "do her good". They were quite willing to help Ruth discipline a thief.
"I have to forewarn you before I take you into the kitchen to show you the mess. When she broke in, she wasn't wearing very much!"
All of her guests looked surprised.
"I don't know what that's about, but I think maybe she just did it for the excitement. Kids are something else these days!"
"Well, if you're all ready, lets head out to the kitchen, and then out onto the deck."
Ruth led them to the kitchen. As they saw the mess and Rebecca's upper half, there were various shocked noises and comments. Any small reservations her guests may have had about Ruth's plans for the girl had been dispelled. They were in complete agreement the the girl should be punished severely.
Rebecca was humiliated beyond belief as the guests came into the kitchen and saw her. Her humiliation grew even worse as they went out the back door, where they would have a perfect view of her bare bottom.
She kept her legs tightly together, wanting to do what little she could to limit their view, but that gave her scant comfort. Completely and utterly embarrassed, she laid the side of her head down on the counter and looked vacantly at its surface.
The group sat around a table on the deck which had a large umbrella over it. Ruth placed the cards on the table. It was warm and very still - great weather for playing cards outdoors.
Then Ruth went back into the kitchen and picked up the paddle. Rebecca glanced up at her. Ruth smacked the paddle against her own hand a few times, smiling at her. Rebecca didn't say anything; she knew she was totally, totally fucked. Ruth took the paddle outside and leaned it against the wall aside of the girl
Rebecca was in quite a state. What on earth was she going to do? She stood there, very conscious of her nudity, and tried to think. There was no point going back to the pond - that wouldn't help her at all. The only thing she could do was follow the path back to the driveway. But what could she do then? Wait until dark and then walk home? Five miles, totally nude? Yeah, right. Maybe she could hitchhike. She'd bet someone would stop for her! In her panic, she was starting to get sarcastic. The situation was hopeless. She couldn't get caught like this, but there didn't seem like there was any way to avoid it.
She thought some more. There were a few houses on the other side of the road. The road wasn't heavily traveled, so she could get across unseen easily enough. Maybe there would be something at one of the homes? A blanket would be very, very nice right now. How about some clothes hanging on a clothesline? At the moment, she'd exchange a pile of gold bullion for such a find!
She felt a small ray of hope. If she could just find something to put on! She'd still have to walk all the way home. Unless she found some footwear, that would be difficult. But she'd still feel much, much better if she was wearing something! Other problems paled in comparison.
So Rebecca walked back up the path to its entrance next to the driveway. "OK, now what?" she thought. "Once I step out of the woods, I'm in plain view." To remain hidden, she walked through the woods adjacent to the driveway until she came to the road. It was a little rough going because of the undergrowth, but it was only for a short distance so it wasn't too bad.
Staying just inside the woods' boundary, ready to quickly head deeper if she saw any people or vehicles, she carefully scanned the surrounding area. The road ran east and west. The dirt driveway connected to the road from the south. Rebecca was in the woods just east of the driveway and south of the road. Looking east up the road, there were woods as far as she could see on the south side. On the opposite side of the road, it was all open land with just a few scattered trees. There were no houses in sight in that direction. Farther north, the open land became wooded hills.
Looking west down the road, the south side was again completely wooded. A little to the west of her position the land on her side of the road started to climb. Where it bordered the road it became very steep - nearly a cliff. On the north side of the road she could see a single house with a long paved driveway. On the far side of the driveway were some trees. Not really woods, just a small bunch of trees and some brush. Except for those trees and the house, the land was the same as it was to the east - open land with a few scattered trees, bordered by wooded hills farther to the north.
Rebecca really only had one choice - to make for the small stand of trees near the house and hope there was something, anything, for her to cover herself with nearby. If she got in the middle of those trees and crouched down, she should remain hidden. But how could she get there? She could try to work her way through the woods on her side of the road to a position directly across from the home's driveway, but there was a steep drop down from the woods to the road at that point. Even if she was able to climb down, it would take too long. She'd be clearly visible to any vehicles that came by.
She decided to work her way west as far as she could, before the land started to climb, and take another look from that location. She needed to get to the other side of the dirt driveway first, though. She looked carefully up and down the road, then dashed across the driveway and entered the woods on the opposite side. It only took a few seconds but it still made her very nervous. She waited a bit to calm down, then started working her way westward through the woods. She traveled parallel to the road, but stayed deep enough in the trees to avoid being seen.
After going a short distance west, she reached the point where the land began to climb. She looked down the road from her new vantage point - as far west as she could see, there was a steep drop down from the woods to the road. She looked at the stand of trees that she wanted to get to. The trees were still a pretty good distance away. "Damn it!!" she thought.
She waited and pondered a while, but she realized she just had no choice; she'd have to risk it. She braced herself, looked carefully up and down the road, and then bolted out from the woods. She crossed to the other side of the road and ran down it as fast as she possibly could. She was terrified that a car would come!! It took about half a minute, but she finally got to her destination. She went into the small group of trees, got flat on the ground, and listened. She didn't hear anything other than her own rapid breathing. Her heart was beating wildly.
Then Rebecca heard a car. She froze. "Please, PLEASE don't let them see me!!!" she thought. Fortunately, the car just drove by. "Thank God!" she thought in relief. Gradually her breathing settled and her heart slowed down. She realized she wasn't very well hidden there, so she didn't want to linger.
She looked around from her new hiding place. She could not get back across the road without running all the way back the way she came. That was an experience she would rather not repeat! She was lucky once, but may well not be a second time. Plus it wouldn't help; she'd be right back where she started! Unfortunately, there weren't any other good hiding places nearby. The house was a good distance up the driveway and surrounded by open field. There were just a few occasional trees, other than the little "grove" she was in, and no other structures in sight. Now what? She certainly didn't see anything that could help her. No blankets, no clothes on a clothesline. Nothing. "What about the house?" she thought. Sure, she could just walk up to the front door, ring the bell, and ask if she could please borrow some clothes. She was starting to get sarcastic again as feelings of hopelessness returned. She scanned the area again on her side of the road. But other than her current hiding place, it was open land in both directions for quite a distance. She briefly considered trying to get to the hills which bordered the land in the back of the house, but they were much too far away; she would have to be out in the open for far too long to get to them. There was nothing she could do - she was going to be caught and utterly humiliated.
As she lay there, totally despondent, she examined the house. "There are certainly clothes in there," she thought. "Clothes - just that short distance away. Clothes - something I'd give nearly ANYTHING for." But she had no idea if anyone was home. "Wait a minute!" she thought. "There's no car in the driveway, and no garage. The people are probably out!" She started thinking of something she ordinarily wouldn't even consider: breaking into the house. She could get in, grab some clothes - anything at all - and leave! But what if someone was there? Well, there was just no way she could know for sure. It would be taking quite a chance; if someone was home she would certainly be caught. On the other hand she couldn't just stay where she was. As she lay there, every now and then a vehicle would go by, causing her to freeze in alarm each time. Suppose she wasn't fully hidden, and she was spotted? The house was her only option.
To get there would require another mad dash - it would take her about as long to get to the house as it had taken for her recent sprint down the road. If a car drove by, they'd be treated to quite an interesting view as she ran up the driveway. Damn it. Well, again, she just had no choice.
But what would she do once she got there? She couldn't just stand at the front door, and there were no good hiding places in sight. She'd have to run around to the back of the house so she'd be out of view of the road. But she couldn't see behind the house - what if there were people there?? She didn't hear anything, though.
She had to do it. She dreaded having to break cover again for another frantic nerve-shattering run, but there was just no alternative. She mentally prepared herself, looked carefully up and down the road, jumped up, and ran. As she ran as fast as she possibly could, she wanted to look back - was someone back there watching her? She drove that thought out of her mind and kept going forward. She got to the side of the house and continued to the back corner. She quickly looked around the corner, but thankfully didn't see anyone. Then she zoomed around the corner and lay flat. As before, she was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding. As she scanned the area and didn't see anyone, she calmed down, but just a little. Although she couldn't be seen from the road, she was still out in the open. She had to get hidden again right away!
There was a low deck in back of the house. She jumped up and ran across the wooden surface to the back door. She tried it, praying that no one was home. The door was locked. Fuck! No surprise though. She thought she'd try the windows next - she'd just have to smash one. She looked over at the window to the left of the back door and did a double take. It was open! There was a screen there, but the window was wide open! "I have to move!!!!!" she thought. She removed the screen as quietly as she could, fearful both that someone could be home and that someone outside would see her. There was a counter right inside the window. She went in headfirst. As she pulled herself through, her arms, moving a little wildly, knocked some things off the counter. It made quite a racket. FUCK!!! She had to keep going. Her stomach and chest were on the counter and her waist was back at the window sill. She grabbed the end of the counter and shifted her body to finish pulling herself through. As she struggled, she hit the side of the window. She heard a snapping noise and then felt pressure on her lower back. What the fuck??? Panicked, she tried to yank herself though, pulling as hard as she could. To no avail. She looked back. The window had come down and was resting on her back! She tried to get the window up, but it wouldn't move an inch. Totally frantic now, she looked again. There was a broken piece of wood aside of the window. She remembered seeing that wood when she looked at the window from the outside, but she hadn't thought about it. Now she realized that it had been holding the window up! "Oh my GOD, I have to get OUT OF HERE!!!" She was trapped - bare bottom on display to anyone at the back of the house.
She struggled desperately. She thought the window couldn't possibly be that heavy - something in the mechanism must be broken to keep it from going up! Despite her panic, she couldn't help but to notice the disorder she had created. She had knocked over canisters of flour and sugar. What a gigantic mess! There was powder nearly all the way across the kitchen floor! She frantically made another Herculean attempt first to pull herself through, and then to push herself back outside. Nothing doing. Looking around, she saw a spice rack within her reach. She thought maybe she could use it to force the window open. She pulled the rack over toward her. She tried to pull the side of the spice rack off so she could use it as a lever, but it wasn't coming. In frantic anger, she smashed the spice rack against the cabinet in front of the counter. Broken spice bottles, along with their contents, flew everywhere. Finally, she managed to break a piece off and reached back to the window with it. She got it under the window and tried to pry it up, but it didn't budge. Her lever broke. She hurled it across the room. She struggled for a while longer, then finally just lay limp.
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Angela drove a short distance down the road, then pulled off and parked. She wanted to think a bit. She thought she'd better make sure that the bike was hidden from view (best not to let anyone see it and ask questions), so she covered it with a blanket.
Angela loved the fact that Rebecca was now stuck in the outdoors, stark naked, with no way to get home without being totally embarrassed. She wished she could see what Rebecca would do when she discovered that her bike, along with all her clothes, were gone! "What exactly will she do?" Angela wondered. "Well, she'll probably stay in the woods and start walking in the direction of her home that way. After all, what else could she do? She can't very well leave the woods and walk along the road!" Angela smirked thinking about it. "Well, she wanted to be out in the open exposed, and now I've helped her with that, big time!! I have a feeling, though, that this isn't quite what she had in mind!" Angela chuckled. "But the woods only extend so far. What will she do when she runs out of woods? I guess she'll have to wait until sundown and then leave the woods and try to get back in the dark. But how? She'll have to go for miles, and there are many streetlights! I wish I could watch this!!!"
Angela wondered if she drove up and down the road, if she'd catch sight of Rebecca. She decided that was very unlikely. Then her thoughts turned to her aunt and uncle who live just down the road - very near the land on which the pond is located. "Hey," she thought, "I could stop by and say hello to my Aunt Ruth!" Angela knew her uncle was out of town on a business trip, but she figured her aunt should be there. From her aunt's house she could keep an eye out for Rebecca, although she realized that the odds of actually spotting her were near zero. "Well, what the heck?" she thought. "I don't feel like heading home. Why not stop by my aunt's since I'm right here?"
Angela pulled out and went back up the road, her eyes wandering over to the woods as she drove. She wondered if she'd ever find out what happened? Would there be an article in the papers? Maybe a few pictures? ("Yeah right," she thought, grinning.) Would there be a police report? Angela actually didn't like that idea - she didn't really want Rebecca to get in that kind of trouble. She thought what Rebecca really needed was a good spanking, like she apparently desired. She realized that wouldn't happen, unfortunately. Angela considered the possibility that maybe Rebecca would somehow miraculously get home without being caught - but what then? Would she ring the doorbell and stand there naked when her parents opened the door? Not likely. Angela really wondered what was going to happen!
As she approached her aunt's house, Angela wondered what it would be like to be spanked. She was never spanked in her life, so she really didn't know first-hand. Her cousin (the daughter of Angela's Aunt Ruth), though, mentioned being punished that way a few times. She didn't talk about it much, but said enough so Angela knew it hurt and was very embarrassing. She was thinking about this as she pulled into her aunt's. She was so deep in thought she didn't realize at first that her aunt's car wasn't in the driveway. "Oh, she must be out," Angela thought. "Well, that's OK. I'll just hang here a bit and wait for her to get back. If she gets back soon I'll stay and visit, otherwise I may as well head home."
She got out of her SUV. As she was closing the door, she thought she heard something from the direction of the house. She paused and listened, but didn't hear anything else. She walked down the driveway toward the road, passing a small cluster of trees and bushes. She looked over at the woods, at the top of a steep embankment. "Ah, there's no way I'll see anything," she thought. She walked back to her SUV, thinking she'd sit in it and wait. That way she could watch the woods across the way for what it was worth. Just before she opened her vehicle's door, she again thought she heard something - it sounded like it came from the back of the house. She walked around the side of the house and peered around the corner. What she saw made her freeze in her tracks - for the second time that day, her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. There was the lower half of a naked girl hanging out the window!!!
Angela just stood there and stared. After a few moments, she realized what was happening - Rebecca was breaking into her aunt's house to get some clothes! Angela was still frozen in place, not sure what to do. Then she became puzzled. "Why is she just staying there?" she wondered. "She's already halfway in - why doesn't she climb in the rest of the way??"
Very slowly and quietly, Angela moved back from the house to get a better view of what was going on, being careful to stay out of sight of Rebecca in case she was looking out the window. She saw that the window was down against Rebecca's back. Then it dawned on her - "She's STUCK!! Oh my FUCKING GOD, she's STUCK!!!!" She was utterly dumbfounded. "Oh my God, is she ever screwed!!!!" Seeing her bare bottom in that position brought her back to thinking about spanking. Then in a flash an idea hit her. She paused briefly, then thought, "I've got to hurry!!!"
Moving as quietly as she could, Angela quickly returned to her SUV. She carefully opened the back, took the blanket off the bike, and pulled it out. She rolled the bike along the side of the house and parked it right at the back corner, where it would be clearly visible to anyone coming up the driveway. She grabbed a few garden tools that were near some flowers along the side of the house. She went back to the bike, peeked around the corner of the house to make sure Rebecca was still there, then opened the bike pack. She left Rebecca's clothes in the pack, but removed the towel. Then she laid the garden tools right on top of Rebecca's clothes. She left the pack open so the tools were clearly visible. Then she ran back to her SUV, climbed in the back, and grabbed an old cloth bag she had inside. She got out and closed the back as quietly as she could. Keeping an eye out for her aunt, she ran to a few different places on the property where there were some lawn ornaments. She collected these, placing them in her cloth bag. She ran back to the bike and hung the bag on the handlebar, making sure it was partially open. Finally, she ran back to her vehicle, entered it, and drove off.
Angela pulled into the dirt driveway just up the road and parked all the way back where the land had been cleared for building. She parked where her vehicle was not visible from the road. Then she ran to the end of the driveway and concealed herself in the woods, so she could watch her aunt's driveway without being seen. She did not have to wait long. After only about ten minutes she saw her aunt's car pull into the driveway. "God, if only I can get this to work!" she thought. Angela ran back to her SUV and got in. She knew that the timing was critical, but it was a lot of guesswork. She was trying to mentally calculate how long to wait. She wanted to give it enough time to set things in motion, but not so long that her aunt called the police!
When, by Angela's best guess, enough time had elapsed, she drove down the road to her aunt's and pulled in. She did not see her aunt. She got out of her vehicle and listened. She heard her aunt's voice, raised. Angela ran up to the front door and rang the bell. She tried her best to look normal; she didn't want to give anything away!
She was ready to ring the bell a second time, when the door opened. Angela did her best to appear nonchalant. Her aunt was red-faced and looked quite angry. Now it was pretty easy for Angela to act. She said, "Aunt Ruth, what's wrong? I just wanted to stop by to say hello!"
Her aunt was sputtering. "I have a situation here," she said.
"Oh!" Angela said, trying to look surprised. "What's wrong? Can I help?"
"Some girl broke into my house!! Well, tried to," Ruth corrected herself.
"On No!!!"
Angela's aunt exclaimed, "I want to ring that girl's neck!!"
Angela asked, "Do you know who it was?"
"No, I've never seen her; maybe you know her. Here, come on in - you won't believe this."
Angela, putting a shocked look on her face, said, "You mean she's still here??"
"Oh, yes, I'll say she is!" her aunt exclaimed.
Ruth led Angela into the kitchen. Wow, what a mess!!! There was white powder all over the floor. There were small bottles and broken glass scattered everywhere, as well as some pieces of wood. The cabinet near the sink had some heavy gashes in it. Angela thought to herself, "No wonder Aunt Ruth is so pissed! That girl really did a number on her kitchen!"
Even more noticeable than the gigantic mess, however, was the naked top half of a girl extending in from the window, lying on the counter! Angela really didn't have to pretend to be shocked. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" she exclaimed.
Ruth said, "Yes ... she had stolen some stuff outside and was in the process of breaking in to steal some more, when she must have knocked over the brace I had for that window, and it came down and trapped her." Rebecca heard this, not understanding the part about stealing things outside, but she was in such a state - shocked, embarrassed, and scared - that she didn't speak.
Angela decided to pile it on even more. "Hey, I know her! I went to school with her! She graduated in my class! She's the one that stole my phone a couple years ago - I could never prove it, but I know it was her!" This was a total fabrication, as no one had ever stolen Angela's phone.
Her aunt said, "I guess old habits die hard!"
Rebecca, hearing this, didn't understand at all, but she just wasn't in a frame of mind where she wanted to try to speak, her thoughts being consumed by other aspects of her situation.
Angela was thinking hard and planning. It was quite obvious that her aunt was royally pissed. Not only did she think Rebecca has stolen some things outside and was trying to break into the house to steal even more, but Rebecca created this gigantic mess in her kitchen. And now, because of the lie Angela told her about her phone, Ruth thinks the girl has stolen before! Angela thought, "This is going great! It'll be tricky to keep Aunt Ruth from calling the police, though, and move things in the right direction!" Angela had some general ideas how to do that, but certainly didn't have all the details worked out.
Ruth, puzzled by Rebecca's lack of apparel, said, "I have no idea why she's naked. Why on earth would she take her clothes off to break in?"
Angela tried to brush this off. "Wow, that's really weird! Well, you know how people are these days. I wonder if she did that as a kind of self-dare - you know, for the excitement?" It was a little weak, she thought, but apparently it was enough to get her aunt off that line of questioning. "Yeah, who knows!" her aunt replied.
Aunt Ruth then repeated her earlier threat: "I'm going to wring her damned neck!!"
Angela thought, "Well, that's at least the right general way of thinking; now if I could just get her focus further down! Her neck's not the right spot!"
Angela, trying to sound angry, said, "I can't believe she was doing this to you! She ought to have her ass kicked but good!!"
Angela thought it was going to get tricky now. She didn't know exactly how her aunt was going to react to her last statement. She'd have to try to keep steering her aunt in the right direction without giving away that that's what she was doing.
She did not expect her aunt's response. "Oh, don't worry. By the time I'm done with her she won't sit down for a week!"
Angela didn't say anything at all - she couldn't believe it was this easy! This was exactly what she wanted!
Ruth complained, "I don't know how I'm going to get this mess cleaned up! We were supposed to play cards tonight! I have some women coming over around 5:00 - Wednesday is our games night! Damn it, I guess I'll have to call and cancel."
Angela, almost without thinking, said, "Yeah, that's too bad." Nodding toward Rebecca, she continued. "It would serve her right if your friends saw her like this."
Ruth started to answer, then stopped talking. She frowned, thinking. "You know what? I'll bet they'd really be interested in this! They'd be happy that I caught a thief. I'm sure they'd just love to see her get her due!" More thinking. "Yes - I'm just going to go ahead and let them come over! In fact, it's so nice out, we can play cards on the patio!"
Rebecca was listening to this with utter shock and disbelief.
Angela egged her aunt on. "Wow, you're right, Aunt Ruth. I'll bet some of them would like to give her a kick in the rear themselves!" She hoped she wasn't going too far with this, but it was going so well and she was enjoying it immensely!
Her aunt didn't say anything. Angela thought, "Uh oh - I may have overdone it."
Then Ruth agreed, "Yes - I'll bet they would too. I'm sure they'd love a chance to wallop a damned thief. Since we're going to be playing cards, you've given me an idea."
Having little else to do to occupy her time, Rebecca had been listening intently to all of this. In addition to her feelings of extreme shock and embarrassment, Rebecca was really beginning to dislike Angela.
Angela offered to help her aunt clean up the kitchen, but Ruth decided to leave it exactly as it was so her guests could see what the girl had done. It was 4:30, so the guests would be arriving shortly. Ruth went into the basement and was down there a few minutes. When she came back, she was holding something in her hand. She laid it on the table where Rebecca could see it. It was a thick wooden paddle with a business end that was about a foot and half long by four inches wide. It looked sturdy and malicious. As Rebecca examined it, she was thinking, "oh shit oh shit oh shit ..."
Rebecca tried to talk to Ruth. "I'm sorry! I'll never do anything like this again!"
But Ruth was having none of it. "Yes, I'll bet you won't either. Not after the paddling you're going to get!"
Rebecca pleaded, "Please let me go - I'm very, very sorry! I'll clean all this up and pay for all the damage."
"Oh sure," said Ruth, "you're apologetic now that you've been caught!"
"Please, I'm very sorry - I didn't know what to do!!"
"What do you mean you didn't know what to do?" Ruth asked.
"Someone stole my bike! I had to find some clothes!!"
Ruth walked up to her, looking furious. "What the hell are you talking about, you little liar! You're bike's right outside where you left it - along with some of the things you were stealing."
Rebecca didn't understand. "Huh? I don't know what you mean!"
Ruth was seething. "You're in enough trouble already; you'd better just shut your mouth before I completely lose my temper!!" Ruth looked so angry that Rebecca was afraid to say anything else. Rebecca looked over at Angela, but Angela just looked back at her.
A few tense moments went by, then Ruth asked, "One thing I'd like to know - just what the FUCK is up with stripping before breaking in? Do you get your kicks that way?"
Angela winced. This was the first time she ever heard her aunt say that word!
Rebecca didn't answer; Ruth seemed so angry she was afraid to talk.
"Well???" Ruth demanded.
Rebecca said, "I'm sorry - someone stole my clothes and I was desperate!"
Ruth looked like she was ready to blow a gasket. Angela wanted to get this line of conversation stopped. She patted her aunt's arm and said, "Aunt Ruth, could I talk to you for a second?"
Her aunt, trying to get her temper under control, said, a little gruffly, "Sure."
Angela walked out of the kitchen into the next room. Her aunt followed her. Angela spoke softly to her. "Aunt Ruth, I think when she saw that paddle, she got really nervous. I think she's just saying anything, desperate to avoid getting what's coming to her."
Ruth said, "Yes, you're probably right, but it's really pissing me off."
Angela said, "She's probably so used to lying she's not even thinking about it. She's so nervous that her lies don't make any sense."
Ruth seemed to be calming down a bit. She said, "I guess it shouldn't surprise me for a thief to also be a liar. But really - her bike's right there and she's saying it was stolen???"
Angela continued, "Yes, that's really stupid. I think she's starting to imagine what that paddle's going to feel like and she'd say anything to weasel out of it."
Her aunt agreed with her. "Yes, that's exactly what it is. Well, there's no way she's going to weasel out of this. Maybe I should contact Guinness. I don't know if there's a world record for paddlings, but one's about to be set!!"
Angela smirked to herself. Looking serious, she nodded to her aunt and then said, "Well, thanks for talking to me, Aunt Ruth."
Her aunt gave her a hug and said, "Sure, that's OK, Angie. I know this is pretty upsetting. I'm glad I could help calm you down." Angela hugged her back, then they returned to the kitchen.
Soon, the doorbell rang; Ruth's guests had started to appear. She was expecting a total of five women, all friends of hers. As they arrived, Ruth seated them in the living room.
After three of her guests had shown up, the phone rang. Ruth answered - it was one of her friends. Apologetic for the last minute notice, she told Ruth that she would not be able to come to play cards that evening. Ruth, hanging up the phone, told her group, "That's too bad. Brenda won't be able to make it this evening. I guess we'll be one short for cards."
Angela immediately chimed in, "Hey, do you want me to fill in?"
Ruth liked the idea. "Sure! Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"
"No, not at all - I like playing cards!"
The last guest arrived and joined them in the living room. There were six in all, including Ruth and Angela.
Ruth sat down and explained the situation to her guests. She told them about a girl stealing some of her things outside, then trying to break into her home to steal some more. She told them how the girl really messed up her kitchen and that she'd show that to them in a moment. Her guests all seemed very sympathetic toward her and exclaimed how terrible this was.
Then Ruth said, "However, the girl outsmarted herself! The former owners of this house had extra heavy glass used for the windows; it's virtually unbreakable. I guess they were worried about storms or burglars or something. Anyway, the extra weight from the glass has caused problems with some of the windows. In fact, one of the windows in the back doesn't work right - it won't stay up. I had it propped open with a small wooden pole. Well, the girl tried to climb in that window, but accidentally hit the pole - then the window came down and trapped her!"
Some murmurs of surprise came from her guests.
"She's still there - trapped! I want to teach her a lesson she'll never forget!"
Some of her guests nodded in agreement. They continued to listen attentively.
"So what I'd like to do is play cards out on the deck. Every time someone wins a round, they can give her three smacks with a paddle.
There were some looks of surprise, nods of agreement, and a couple of smiles.
Ruth went on. "Now, I don't want to push anyone into doing something they don't want to do. This is strictly up to you if you win a hand. You can give her smacks if you want to, but you certainly don't have to."
There was agreement from her guests. A few comments emerged: "sounds good" ... "she deserves it" ... "do her good". They were quite willing to help Ruth discipline a thief.
"I have to forewarn you before I take you into the kitchen to show you the mess. When she broke in, she wasn't wearing very much!"
All of her guests looked surprised.
"I don't know what that's about, but I think maybe she just did it for the excitement. Kids are something else these days!"
"Well, if you're all ready, lets head out to the kitchen, and then out onto the deck."
Ruth led them to the kitchen. As they saw the mess and Rebecca's upper half, there were various shocked noises and comments. Any small reservations her guests may have had about Ruth's plans for the girl had been dispelled. They were in complete agreement the the girl should be punished severely.
Rebecca was humiliated beyond belief as the guests came into the kitchen and saw her. Her humiliation grew even worse as they went out the back door, where they would have a perfect view of her bare bottom.
She kept her legs tightly together, wanting to do what little she could to limit their view, but that gave her scant comfort. Completely and utterly embarrassed, she laid the side of her head down on the counter and looked vacantly at its surface.
The group sat around a table on the deck which had a large umbrella over it. Ruth placed the cards on the table. It was warm and very still - great weather for playing cards outdoors.
Then Ruth went back into the kitchen and picked up the paddle. Rebecca glanced up at her. Ruth smacked the paddle against her own hand a few times, smiling at her. Rebecca didn't say anything; she knew she was totally, totally fucked. Ruth took the paddle outside and leaned it against the wall aside of the girl
Re: Repost - Story: The Skinny Dipper
Chapter 3
Rebecca listened as the group began their first card game. She continued lying limply on the counter, with her head resting on its surface and her hands lightly gripping the counter's edge. She was actually not that uncomfortable - not physically at least. Her feet just reached the deck; she was able to stand with her feet flat on its surface. Because of this, there was not much pressure from the bottom edge of the window against her body. Although she could not move the window which held her tightly down, it wasn't pressing too heavily on her. It seemed as if the window was simply jammed in that position, as opposed to exerting downward force.
She heard the group begin a game of Rummy. Having to just lie there helplessly while her naked bottom was in full view of the card players was totally humiliating. Making things even worse were the concerns she had about the menacing-looking paddle she had seen.
The players talked among themselves as the round progressed. Then she heard a player say, "I'm out!"
"Shit," she thought, as she turned her head to look out the window at the players.
"Good job, Martha!" she heard Ruth say. "You have the honor of giving the thief her first smacks!"
Rebecca saw an older woman, maybe in her late 50s, stand up. She was not very tall. As she approached her, Rebecca turned her head away, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. The woman picked up the paddle which was resting against the wall. Rebecca tried to brace herself and unconsciously held her breath.
Smack ... the paddle impacted her rear end. Even though she had been expecting it, it still startled her. It actually wasn't as bad as she had anticipated, fortunately. It stung a bit, but that was all. She heard Ruth call to Martha, "Two more!"
Smack ... about the same as the first, just a little sting. Martha gave her a third swat, then leaned the paddle against the wall aside of her.
Rebecca, although still horribly embarrassed, breathed a little sigh of relief. She had a feeling that by the end of the evening, though, those swats were going to add up, and she would have a very sore bottom. Still, the fact that it didn't hurt as much as she thought it was going to comforted her.
Rebecca heard the next round begin. As before, in a little while she heard one of the players say, "I'm out!"
"Jen wins that round," she heard Ruth say.
She turned to look out the window to get a look at her next chastiser. She was younger than the first woman, maybe in her late 40s, and a little taller. As Jen approached, Rebecca laid her head down and waited. Jen picked the paddle up, then ... smack. It felt about the same as the swats delivered by Martha. It just stung a little, but it really wasn't that bad at all.
Smack ... smack.
Her punishment completed for the moment, Rebecca relaxed a little. Her confidence had grown. She was no longer totally in fear of the paddle. She was far from being happy, but the relief she felt certainly lifted her spirits.
Another round was played; this time Ruth won. Rebecca wasn't happy about this. She was afraid the woman was still pretty angry and might really wallop her.
She glanced briefly as Ruth approached, then laid her head down and braced herself. She jumped a little when she felt the surface of the paddle against her bottom. Ruth rubbed it gently against her; Rebecca found this very annoying. Then she no longer felt the paddle against her skin.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca yelped. That really HURT!!! With her bottom stinging, she heard Ruth tell the group, "See, that's how it's done. If we want to reform this miscreant we can't be too gentle with her!"
Hearing this, Rebecca thought to herself, "FUCK!!!!"
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca let out another involuntary yelp. Damn it, that hurt!!!
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca was trying to wriggle the pain out of bottom, but it didn't help at all.
Watching from the table, Angela thought, with glee, "This is more like it!!"
Ruth put the paddle against the wall and returned to the game.
"Please ... please ... PLEASE don't let the others hit me that hard!!!" Rebecca thought. Her bottom really stung.
The fourth round of the card game was played and a new woman, Patty, won. She seemed to be in her 30s and the youngest member of the group other than Angela. Rebecca awaited with trepidation as she approached and picked the paddle up.
She didn't have to wait long before ... SMACK. It hurt, but it wasn't nearly as hard as the hits Ruth had given her. Patty gave her two more swats, then returned to the game. Rebecca was glad these last hits were not that bad, but she knew there were more to come.
Jen won round five. Rebecca was relieved by this; Jen had been the second woman to paddle her, and her smacks were not that hard at all. Jen grabbed the paddle and then ...
*S*M*A*C*K*
"Shit!" Rebecca exclaimed. She had not been ready for this. Jen had hit her much harder this time, probably in response to Ruth telling the group not to be too gentle!
"Watch your mouth, young lady," Jen told her, and continued.
*S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K*
When Martha won the sixth round, Rebecca wondered if, like Jen, she would hit her harder this time. She didn't have long to wait to find out.
Smack ... smack ... smack
Thankfully for Rebecca, Martha's swats were no harder than those she had delivered after the first round of the game. Rebecca was starting to like Martha. She was very, very grateful for the lighter swats!
There were two more rounds before the game ended. Patty won round seven and delivered three medium hard swats. To Rebecca's great joy, Martha won the last round. She gave the girl her usual fairly light smacks.
The game was over, won by Martha. Rebecca was glad it was over and overall didn't believe she had fared too badly under these circumstances. The swats she received from Ruth had hurt a lot, but fortunately that woman only won a single round. The second set of smacks she had received from Jen were pretty hard, too, but not as hard as those from Ruth.
Rebecca was more than ready to call it a day, but she had a strong feeling there was more to come. She turned to look at the group of players. Two of them hadn't won any rounds that game. One was Angela. Rebecca was thankful for that. She blamed Angela for her current situation. It had sounded like Ruth was just going to cancel her card game, but then that girl had to butt in and change her mind. Plus she gave some bullshit about a stolen phone. She wasn't very happy with Angela and would certainly not want the additional indignity of getting a bare-assed paddling from her!! Plus, Rebecca had a feeling she'd swing the paddle hard.
She didn't know the name of the other player who hadn't won any rounds, but she didn't like the look of her at all. She was maybe in her upper 30s or lower 40s, and was the tallest member of the group. She was also the stockiest. Rebecca really did not want to be on the receiving end of a paddle swung by that woman!
She heard Ruth say something about snacks. Rebecca tensed as Ruth walked in her direction, but she just passed by her and went in the back door. Navigating the colossal mess in her kitchen, Ruth gathered some food and drinks from the refrigerator. She slipped on some of the flour and sugar on the floor and almost fell. She turned to Rebecca, her face getting red. "Don't worry, we'll be getting back to you shortly!"
"Great," thought Rebecca, "she's all pissed off again." She unconsciously wriggled her rear end, thinking about getting more hard smacks from Ruth.
The group took a break from cards to have some snacks, then began another game of Rummy. Rebecca sincerely hoped Martha won most, or even better all, of the rounds.
She did not get her wish. Jen won the first round of the new game. She came over to Rebecca, grabbed the paddle, and ...
*S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K*
"Damn it, that hurt!" Rebecca thought. Not a great way to start the second game!
Ruth won the next round, to Rebecca's dismay. "Maybe she's cooled off a bit???" she thought. But she didn't really believe that.
As before, Ruth placed the paddle against the girl's bottom, then briefly rubbed it gently against her skin, annoying her. Ruth pulled the paddle away, and ...
**S**M**A**C**K**
A short pause, then ...
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca was starting to lose her composure. Her bottom was already sore from the first game, and these hits really stung. She started trying to move her bottom around as much as was possible, and shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Ruth warned her to keep still. Rebecca managed to comply and was rewarded with:
**S**M**A**C**K**
She fought off tears, but she was afraid she'd lose that battle if she experienced much more of this treatment. She tried to stoically ignore the pain. She did not want the added shame of crying in front of everyone.
As the third round progressed, the pain subsided a little. Then the round was over. The large woman, whose name was Kim, had won.
"Fuck fuck fuck," she thought.
Kim menacingly approached her. Rebecca was petrified. She sincerely hoped that the woman wouldn't swing the paddle as hard as the size of her body suggested she would.
Kim picked up the paddle and said, "So you like to steal things, do you?"
Rebecca was scared and didn't know what to say. She just muttered, "I'm sorry."
"That's a very bad habit. How about if I help you get over it?"
"I'm very, very sorry."
As Ruth had done, Kim placed the paddle against Rebecca's bottom. She didn't rub it against her though; she just held it there for a few seconds. Then she pulled it away ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
This was harder even than Ruth! Rebecca let out a yell and started struggling furiously. She no longer attempted to keep her legs together. She started kicking her feet up. She was not trying to kick Kim; she was just trying to get her feet in front of her blazing backside.
Kim told her to put her feet down and warned her that if she kicked her, she was going to be very sorry. Although Rebecca couldn't keep still, she did get her feet back down.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The second smack was just as hard as the first. Rebecca let out another yell, and again started kicking her feet and lifting them to her bottom.
"Get those feet down!" Kim told her.
Tears were starting to form. Rebecca complied and put her feet back down on the deck.
***S***M***A***C***K***
God, it hurt so badly! Rebecca felt tears on her face. She continued shifting her weight and moving her bottom as much as she could, trying to shake off the pain.
As Kim sat back down at the table, she pulled out her phone to take some pictures. Ruth saw her and said, "Please, I'd rather there were no pictures. The goal here is to punish and reform a wayward girl. When she leaves here she should have the opportunity to leave all this behind her." Angela gave her aunt an odd look in response to her unintentional pun. Ruth continued, "I don't want nude pictures of her floating around; I want to give her a chance for a fresh start. She was very lucky she ran into somebody as nice as me - most people would have called the police and had her hauled away. She should be very grateful."
Kim put her phone away. Rebecca, hearing this, was indeed grateful that Ruth hadn't called the police, but was having trouble feeling grateful for what Ruth was putting her through!
As round four was completed, her rear end was still blazing from Kim's swats. She just wanted the game to end. She had to think this was the last game. She didn't even want to consider the possibility that it wasn't!
Angela won the round and thought to herself, "At last!!"
Ruth told her, "Angie, you don't have to do this if you don't want to!"
Angela, thinking that there was nothing she had ever wanted to do more, said, "That's OK, Aunt Ruth. I have no problem doing my part."
"No No No," Rebecca thought.
Angela came over, picked up the paddle, and whispered to her. "Wow, you're putting on quite a show! You really ought to keep your legs closed you know. You're displaying everything to us!"
Rebecca flushed with embarrassment and anger. She pulled her legs tightly together.
Angela let her have it.
**S**M**A**C**K**
"FUCK!!!!!!!" Rebecca yelled. Angela had hit her every bit as hard as her Aunt Ruth.
Ruth came over to her. "You'd better watch you mouth, unless you want this to be even worse!"
Ruth went back to the table and sat down.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca yelped and felt the tears falling.
Angela called over to Ruth and told her she'd be right back. Then she went into the kitchen so she could see Rebecca's face. "So you're crying like a little girl," she said to Rebecca.
Rebecca was miserable. If there was one person she didn't want to see her cry, it was Angela, and here she was, rubbing her face in it.
Angela went back outside and completed her set of swats:
**S**M**A**C**K**
Round five was played, and Kim won. This was becoming a nightmare for Rebecca.
***S***M***A***C***K***
This was too much for the girl. She was crying audibly, and even when threatened, couldn't get herself to put her feet back on the deck.
Ruth came over and asked Kim if she'd give her a hand. Then Ruth and Kim went to the side of the deck and picked up a heavy piece of wood. They brought it back and sat it a couple feet behind Rebecca. Ruth then went into the house and emerged a minute later with a couple pieces of rope. With Kim's help, Ruth tied the first piece of rope around Rebecca's left ankle, then wrapped the other end around the wood and tied it fast. She did the same with her right ankle. She left enough slack in the rope so Rebecca could still move her legs - it just prevented her from lifting them all the way up to her bottom. There was no longer any way Rebecca could interfere with the incoming paddle swats.
Ruth went back and sat down.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Rebecca desperately tried to lift her feet up to her bottom, but no longer could.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She was crying harder now. The knowledge that she was giving everyone a great view of her most private areas was not enough to keep her from kicking and moving as much as she could. It just hurt so much!
When the next round was won by Martha, Rebecca was very grateful indeed. Her crying had subsided a little, although her bottom was still really smarting.
When Martha delivered three fairly soft swats, Rebecca could have hugged her. She felt she should thank her, but didn't say anything, thinking it would very likely not be a good idea.
To Rebecca's chagrin, Ruth won the next two rounds, as well as the game. After Ruth delivered her first set of three swats, Rebecca's crying intensified again. After the second set, her sobbing could be clearly heard by everyone at the table.
Rebecca listened to see if the card games were over. The players were taking another break and talking among themselves. After a little while, they started discussing the next game. Rebecca's heart sank. The group decided to switch from Rummy to Crazy Eights.
Rebecca thought about calling over to them and begging them to please, please let her go, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.
They started the next game. Martha, apparently a good card player, won the first two rounds. Even as Martha's swats landed on Rebecca's sore bottom, Rebecca felt a growing fondness and respect for the woman. Although the smacks stung, it was very minor compared to what she was getting from the other women. Rebecca reflected how odd it was to have growing affection for a woman she had never met who was standing there paddling her naked backside.
Rebecca had finally gotten herself back under control and was no longer crying.
Angela won round three. She had been getting frustrated that she wasn't winning more. She really wanted more opportunities to paddle Rebecca's bare butt! She had enjoyed it immensely when she won a round in the second game of Rummy.
Angela quietly taunted her, "Well, let's see if we can't get the little girl crying again!"
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca swore silently, "Fuck!"
**S**M**A**C**K**
She tried to steel herself. She didn't want to give Angela the satisfaction of seeing her cry again. She wouldn't be able to help it, though, with much more of this.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca bore it as well as she could. She knew she'd have a short break now to recover.
Patty won round four. She delivered her three moderate smacks in short order: SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK.
The final two rounds of the game were won by Martha. "Thank God," Rebecca thought. Martha delivered her six soft swats and that was the end of the game. Martha had won.
Contemplating that last game, Rebecca realized that, except for Angela, it hadn't been that bad at all. She really hoped that was the final game!
It was not to be. She heard Ruth suggest to the group that they play one final game. The others concurred. They would play one more game of Crazy Eights.
Rebecca, rooting for Martha, listened as they played.
Ruth was the victor of the first round. Rebecca knew her sore bottom was about to get even sorer. There was nothing she could do to avoid it. She tried to brace herself.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Inaudibly: "Fuck Fuck Fuck"
**S**M**A**C**K**
"One more," Rebecca told herself. "I just have to hold it together for one more."
**S**M**A**C**K**
Tears were starting to form again. Fortunately Ruth was finished.
Patty won the next round. As before, her swats impacted with only moderate force:
SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK
Round three was won by Jen. The swats became harder.
*S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K*
A few tears fell, but Rebecca still managed to maintain control.
Patty, the winner of round two, won round four. While Rebecca would have preferred Martha, this still wasn't too bad:
SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK
Then things took a turn for the worse. Kim won.
"Oh God, NO!" Rebecca thought.
***S***M***A***C***K***
So much for control. Tears began falling freely, and Rebecca shifted, kicked, and squirmed as much as she possibly could. She had given up trying to hang onto just a little bit of modesty by keeping her legs together.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The intensity of her crying increased.
***S***M***A***C***K***
There was no longer any semblance of control. Rebecca was crying loudly, for all the guests to hear.
It grew even worse, as Ruth won the next round.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
As Rebecca bawled like a child, Angela wished to herself that she was the one delivering the paddling.
If Rebecca thought it couldn't get any worse, she was mistaken. Kim won again. "Oh my fucking God, NO NO NO!" she thought.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The searing pain in her backside made her howl with anguish.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Incredibly, the pain got even worse.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Rebecca was yelling and crying so hard that Ruth actually had them take a brief break from the game. Rebecca was not even aware of this.
In a few minutes, the game continued. Ruth won round seven.
Ruth approached the weeping girl. The intensity of her crying had abated a little. She almost felt sorry for her, but Ruth was determined to make sure she learned her lesson.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca's crying immediately intensified, as she howled with the pain.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
Even though Rebecca was again crying uncontrollably, Ruth decided to continue the game. She knew it wouldn't go much longer.
Round eight was won my Martha. Rebecca was still crying hard when she delivered her swats. They were not hard, though, so Rebecca actually had a chance to recover a bit.
Patty won round ten, as well as the game. It was all over! Rebecca was still crying, but no longer so hysterically. Patty give Rebecca the final three swats of her long punishment:
SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK
While these certainly hurt, especially as they were landing on one very, very sore rear end, they weren't enough to get Rebecca crying any harder. In fact, she was gradually recovering.
The group had some final snacks and the guests were preparing to leave.
Ruth led the group over to Rebecca. The girl's bottom was deep dark red, with some areas that had turned purple. "Well, I hope she's learned her lesson!" Ruth said. "I'll bet her bike ride home won't be much fun for her!"
The intensity of Rebecca's crying continued to diminish. This was actually unfortunate for her, as it gave someone who had their own agenda an opportunity to try and put it into effect.
Angela was extremely frustrated at having only won two rounds. She had really wanted more opportunities to wield the paddle! She asked, "Hey, do any of you know how to play Golf?"
The other players, a little surprised, looked at her and nodded. This was a game they played sometimes on their game nights.
Angela looked over at her aunt and said, "What do you think, Aunt Ruth? It really wouldn't take that long."
Ruth was uncertain. "I don't know ..."
Had Rebecca been crying harder at this point, Ruth would certainly not have continued. But with the swats she received the last two rounds being less severe, she had recovered somewhat. Enough, in fact, that Ruth was actually considering her niece's request.
Angela said, "I hardly got a chance to repay her for stealing my phone. I just thought one more game might be justified."
Rebecca couldn't believe what she was hearing. That BITCH was trying to talk her aunt into more paddling! She had to say something to stop this!
This just was not Rebecca's day. Ruth was all ready to decline Angela's request, when Rebecca said, with a raised voice, "No - I've had enough!!! Let me go - Please!!"
This made Ruth angry. "You're getting exactly what you deserve! You steal from me, destroy my kitchen, prance around naked! You just keep quiet!"
Angela, seeing victory in sight, said, "Yeah, I wonder how many OTHER people she's stolen from and just didn't get caught!"
That tipped the scales. At that point, the entire group thought the girl should get more punishment.
They sat back down at the table to play one last game. Rebecca never hated anyone in her life as much as she hated Angela right then.
They got right into the game. They agreed to play nine "holes" rather than a longer game of eighteen.
The first round was soon over, with Angela the victor. Angela was quite pleased; she had hoped she'd do better at this particular game, as she was more familiar with it. This was certainly a promising start!
She walked up to Rebecca and said softly to her, "Wow, your butt really looks sore! I'll bet that hurts!"
Rebecca, seething, remained silent.
"Let's see if we can get you to open your legs again, so we can all get another good look at your pussy."
Rebecca's only thoughts were, "I hate her I hate her I hate her."
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
Somehow, Rebecca stayed silent through this, even though her bottom blazed with pain. Angela was disappointed; she wanted to watch Rebecca lose control and start flailing and bawling again. She was confident she'd win more rounds, though, so she'd have another opportunity shortly.
Rebecca's favorite player, Martha, won the next two rounds in a row. Rebecca considered the six soft whacks she received a blessing.
Rounds four and five were won by Jen. After each round, she delivered a set of three hard smacks. Rebecca handled them pretty well - at least they were not as hard as the hits from Ruth, Angela, or, especially, Kim.
"Only four rounds left," Rebecca thought. "If my luck just holds out!"
It didn't. Kim won round six, to Rebecca's utter dismay.
She felt Kim place the paddle against her bottom, and then ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
Her tears were returning.
***S***M***A***C***K***
It was too much. She started kicking and crying again, hating how she was giving Angela exactly what she wanted.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"Martha, Martha, please Martha," Rebecca thought as the next round started. She really, really wanted that woman to win.
Instead, Ruth was the victor.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
Her helpless backside throbbed and stung terribly. She bawled and howled with complete abandon.
Ruth considered pausing the game, but since there were only two more rounds she did not. Round eight was again won by Ruth.
She walked over to Rebecca, still crying her head off. Instead of paddling her, she walked into the kitchen and looked at her. She told Rebecca, "It's almost over. You'll get six more swats, then that will be the end of it."
Ruth walked back outside, then delivered her swats. Even though she was starting to feel a little sorry for the girl, she did not hold back.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
They played the final round. For the third time in a row, Ruth won, winning the game as well as the round. Rebecca was still crying completely out of control. Although she felt some pity for the girl, she decided she'd get right to it.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
It was over. Looking at Rebecca's bottom, she knew it would be quite a while before she'd be able to sit down comfortably. She couldn't imagine how she'd be able to ride her bike home. Well, that was her problem. She was the one who liked to break into people's homes.
As the guests got up to leave, Rebecca was still bawling. Ruth told them, "Well, I hope she's learned her lesson. If this doesn't get her back on track, nothing will. I thank you all very much for helping with this. We've all done everything we could to get her straightened out!"
The guests started to get into their cars and drive off. However, the car that two of the guests, Jen and Martha, had come in wouldn't start. After they worked at it for a while with no success, Ruth said, "It's getting late. How about if I drop you two off? We can have your car attended to tomorrow morning." They agreed to this.
Ruth went to the kitchen to quick check on Rebecca. After seeing that her crying had subsided a little, she returned to the driveway. Ruth said, "I guess I'll have to get that girl unstuck and send her on her way first."
Angela offered her assistance. "That's OK, I'll let her out. Then I'll get started cleaning up your kitchen for you."
"Oh, Angie, you don't need to do that!"
"Don't worry, Aunt Ruth, it's the least I can do. You've had such a hard day! I'd be glad to help!"
"Are you sure?" Ruth said. "What if she gives you trouble when you let her out?"
Angela laughed. "Don't worry, she's in no state to give anyone trouble. She'll have enough of a challenge just riding home!"
"OK, well thank you, Angie. I really appreciate it!"
Ruth, Jen, and Martha got into Ruth's car. Ruth opened the window and said to Angela, "It'll be awhile before I get back - over an hour, in fact. You sure you'll be OK?"
"Yup, no problem! See you a little later!"
Ruth drove off.
Angela simply could not believe this turn of events. This changed everything! Her frustrations at only winning three rounds of cards vanished. What an opportunity!
She went into the kitchen and walked over to Rebecca. She asked the crying girl, "Well, have your fantasies been fulfilled?"
Rebecca didn't understand.
Angela, in a taunting voice, said, "Please don't spank my bare bottom in front of everyone!" Then she made some exaggerated moaning sounds and said, "Wow, when you go at it you don't hold back!"
Rebecca realized that Angela must have seen her masturbating at the pond. Her face turned deep red - she was very, very embarrassed and angry.
Angela said, "I want to be sure your fantasy was fulfilled. I certainly don't want to leave you unsatisfied!"
This conversation was starting to worry Rebecca.
Angela went out the back door and returned with Rebecca's bicycle. She wheeled it into the kitchen so Rebecca could see it.
Rebecca understood now - it was Angela that had stolen her bike! She glared at Angela with a look that would have frozen an active volcano.
With Rebecca looking on, Angela removed the tools that were in the bike pack and then removed the bag of lawn ornaments from the handlebars. "Guess I'd better take back these things that you stole," she said.
Rebecca caught on immediately. Not only had the bitch taken her bike and her clothes, she had also made it look like Rebecca was stealing things! All this was Angela's fault! It was bad enough that her rear end hurt so very, very badly, but the knowledge that she had been set up so completely made it much worse. God, how she hated Angela!
After placing the garden tools and ornaments just outside the back door, Angela reached into the bike pack, with Rebecca watching. There was a pair of jeans in the pack, accompanied by a thick, wide leather belt. Angela took the belt out of the bag. She commented, "This is a nice belt - very thick and sturdy."
Rebecca thought, "No no no no no ..."
Angela walked over to her and held the belt right in front of her. "Well, what do you think? I think this will help make absolutely sure your fantasies have been completely fulfilled, don't you?"
"Please don't. Please."
Angela continued, taunting her, "Wow, I'd hate to be in your shoes! Oh, but you're not wearing any! You're not wearing anything at all in fact!" She chuckled. "I'll bet it's going to be fun riding your bike home! Once your deepest desires have been met, it'll be even harder!"
"Shit shit shit shit shit," Rebecca thought. She pleaded with Angela, "No - please - you don't know how badly this hurts!!"
"Nope," Angela replied, "this is your fantasy, not mine. I've never been spanked in my life. My mom would never do that to her princess, and she'd never let my dad do it either!"
"For God's sake, No - PLEASE!!!"
"The more you say 'No', the more I realize you're just trying to fight your deepest desires, and you really mean 'YES'!"
Rebecca didn't reply. She was totally at Angela's mercy, but Angela wasn't showing any signs of being merciful at all. Rebecca knew she was way beyond totally fucked. As bad as it was before, it looked like it was about to get much worse. She couldn't think of anything to say and knew that nothing she said would make any difference anyway.
"So, guess what you're going to get now?" Angela said.
Rebecca just looked at her.
"Do you need a hint?"
Rebecca, helpless, laid her head down.
"OK, OK - I guess that was too hard a question. Not fair of me. Alright, I'll tell you and I'm sure that, even though I know you won't admit it, you're going to be very happy about this!"
Rebecca remained still, while tears continued to fall.
"I'm going to give you a long, hard whipping with your own belt on your bare ass. Your very sore bare ass. But ... if you think it's sore now, just wait a little while."
Rebecca again tried pleading with her. "Please, please, please - I'll do anything. Anything. This hurts so bad."
Angela ignored her and said, "My aunt told me it would take her over an hour to get back! Isn't that great! That gives us a lot of time!"
Rebecca thought, "Oh my God!" All she said was, "Please? Please?"
"Please?" Angela mockingly imitated her. "OK, OK - I know you're anxious to get started. I won't keep you waiting any longer!"
Angela folded the belt back upon itself and held the two loose ends together, forming a loop. Then she walked outside. She didn't do anything at first; she just examined Rebecca's very, very sore bottom. She thought to herself, "What a target!!" Angela felt like she was in heaven!
Then Angela took a few practice swings with the looped belt, not making any contact. Satisfied with her swing, she brought her arm back and swung the belt hard. It connected with Rebecca's bottom, accompanied by a loud CRACK. Rebecca yelped loudly.
Angela walked back into the kitchen to taunt Rebecca some more. "Well, I hope I did that right!"
Rebecca was gasping from the sting of the belt.
Angela continued taunting her. "Wow, I bet you didn't think your own belt would be used this way!" She laughed and said, "I've given you a warm-up smack, now it's time to get down to business!" With that, she walked back outside.
Angela again inspected Rebecca's bottom. Even with the havoc wreaked by the paddle, she could still see a visible welt left by the single belt hit. "Wow!" she thought. "That must smart! I'm really going to enjoy this!!!"
Then Angela really let loose. She swung the belt as hard and as fast as she could, striking the poor girls naked bottom over and over again with resounding CRACKs.
Rebecca was crying and yelling loudly.
It just kept going on and on. Rebecca's bottom was covered with angry red welts. New welts were forming on top of the old ones. Her rear end felt like it was being stung by a thousand hornets.
Angela continued whipping her without pause. She was going at it so hard she was actually starting to get out of breath.
Rebecca howled and yelled at the top of her lungs. Her bottom felt like it was on fire.
After what seemed like forever, the whipping stopped. In actuality, it had lasted for three minutes, with about a hundred whacks being delivered.
It took Rebecca a while before she even realized that it had stopped. The stinging and burning were indescribable. Her yelling gradually eased into just bawling. It was then that she noticed that her nemesis was not there.
Minutes went by, allowing some semblance of order to return for Rebecca. Although still crying hard, she started to wonder where Angela had gone. Not that she wanted her to come back; she was just puzzled. The pain subsided just a little. It felt like there were only nine hundred hornets stinging her rear end rather than a thousand.
More time went by. Rebecca was increasingly puzzled by Angela's absence. Finally, she returned.
Angela's face was flushed and she appeared strangely euphoric. Rebecca didn't understand this, but didn't say a word.
Angela spoke to her, "OK, I think you've learned your lesson. I'm going to let you out now if you promise to cooperate. If you don't, I'll have to punish you some more."
"I'll cooperate - I'll do anything you say," Rebecca said, amid sobs.
First, Angela went outside and untied Rebecca's ankles. Then she came back in and said, "I'll work this window up. Just stay still."
After some struggles, Angela managed to get the window open. The mechanism had been completely jammed; she had to get some tools from the basement to free it.
Even though the window was no longer trapping her, Rebecca just continued to lie there.
"OK, you can get up now - I'll give you a hand." Angela helped Rebecca get back out the window. Rebecca, despite the intense hatred she felt toward Angela, submissively allowed the other girl to help her.
"You can get dressed now. Here's your clothes." Angela pulled the bike over.
Rebecca got her panties out of the bike pack and started to put them on. Normally getting dressed with a spectator watching would have embarrassed her, but she was hurting too much to even think about it. As she pulled her panties up to her bottom, she stopped from the pain. Just having the material touching her rear end felt like fire. Finally she got them on. She put on her bra next, then her top, and then, gingerly, her jeans. She put her socks and sneakers on last.
Angela told Rebecca she could leave now. Rebecca tried to get on her bike. She groaned when she tried to sit down. After a couple tries, she managed to get onto the bike even though it really, really hurt.
Angela, mocking her, said, "Have a nice ride home!"
Rebecca didn't react. She slowly rode down the driveway, with tears still falling.
The drive home was an ordeal in itself. She rode standing as much as she could, but she just wasn't used to riding that way, so she'd constantly revert to sitting despite the discomfort. Smooth roads were bad enough, but every time she hit a bump ... Ouch!!! At hills she normally would have pedaled up, she got off her bike and walked it instead. Finally, she made it home.
She went inside and went straight to her room. She pulled down her jeans and panties, then lay on her stomach on the bed, crying. After about an hour, she got up to turn off the light, then lay back down on her stomach, leaving her jeans and panties down. Several hours went by. She finally stopped crying, but was unable to sleep. Finally, later in the night, she managed to get a little fitful sleep, never moving from her position.
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That night, Angela got very little sleep either, but for quite a different reason. She was in a sexual bliss, masturbating to the memories of what had happened that day - watching Rebecca getting herself off at the pond, seeing her stuck in the window with her bare bottom on display, the girl's severe paddling in front of witnesses, and, especially, the whipping Angela had given her. She had orgasm after orgasm. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, she fell asleep.
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Rebecca felt a little better the next morning, but her rear end still really, really hurt. She was finally getting hungry, so she pulled her panties and jeans up, wincing, and went down to get something to eat. Fortunately, her parents weren't there - she wouldn't have been able to hide her pain from them.
After she ate, she went back up to her room and took all her clothes off. She put on a pajama top, but not the bottoms, and got into bed, pulling the sheet over her. That hurt some, but she didn't want to lay there bare-assed in case her mom came to check on her, which she thought likely. She still was having a lot of trouble getting to sleep.
After a while her mom knocked on the door and asked if she was OK. Rebecca told her mom she wasn't feeling that great. Her mom came into the room and asked her what was wrong. Rebecca told her that she had felt a little queasy overnight, so she didn't get much sleep. She said she was starting to feel better now, though, and that once she slept she'd be OK. Her mom, satisfied, left and closed the door.
As the day progressed, Rebecca did gradually start to feel a little better, and fell into a deep sleep. She slept from the afternoon through to the next morning.
When she awoke the next day, she took a shower, got dressed, and went to the kitchen. While still very sore, the pain was more manageable, at least when she was standing up.
Her mom was there and asked her how she was feeling. Rebecca told her she was better. Her mom then made her breakfast. She was glad for the breakfast, but had to hide her pain when she sat down to eat. She managed it, though, and ate her meal. Then she thanked her mom and went back to her room.
Rebecca lay back down on the bed, but she left her jeans and panties up. As she lay there, one thought kept going through her mind, over and over and over: "I'll get back at her, no matter what it takes!"</t>
Rebecca listened as the group began their first card game. She continued lying limply on the counter, with her head resting on its surface and her hands lightly gripping the counter's edge. She was actually not that uncomfortable - not physically at least. Her feet just reached the deck; she was able to stand with her feet flat on its surface. Because of this, there was not much pressure from the bottom edge of the window against her body. Although she could not move the window which held her tightly down, it wasn't pressing too heavily on her. It seemed as if the window was simply jammed in that position, as opposed to exerting downward force.
She heard the group begin a game of Rummy. Having to just lie there helplessly while her naked bottom was in full view of the card players was totally humiliating. Making things even worse were the concerns she had about the menacing-looking paddle she had seen.
The players talked among themselves as the round progressed. Then she heard a player say, "I'm out!"
"Shit," she thought, as she turned her head to look out the window at the players.
"Good job, Martha!" she heard Ruth say. "You have the honor of giving the thief her first smacks!"
Rebecca saw an older woman, maybe in her late 50s, stand up. She was not very tall. As she approached her, Rebecca turned her head away, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. The woman picked up the paddle which was resting against the wall. Rebecca tried to brace herself and unconsciously held her breath.
Smack ... the paddle impacted her rear end. Even though she had been expecting it, it still startled her. It actually wasn't as bad as she had anticipated, fortunately. It stung a bit, but that was all. She heard Ruth call to Martha, "Two more!"
Smack ... about the same as the first, just a little sting. Martha gave her a third swat, then leaned the paddle against the wall aside of her.
Rebecca, although still horribly embarrassed, breathed a little sigh of relief. She had a feeling that by the end of the evening, though, those swats were going to add up, and she would have a very sore bottom. Still, the fact that it didn't hurt as much as she thought it was going to comforted her.
Rebecca heard the next round begin. As before, in a little while she heard one of the players say, "I'm out!"
"Jen wins that round," she heard Ruth say.
She turned to look out the window to get a look at her next chastiser. She was younger than the first woman, maybe in her late 40s, and a little taller. As Jen approached, Rebecca laid her head down and waited. Jen picked the paddle up, then ... smack. It felt about the same as the swats delivered by Martha. It just stung a little, but it really wasn't that bad at all.
Smack ... smack.
Her punishment completed for the moment, Rebecca relaxed a little. Her confidence had grown. She was no longer totally in fear of the paddle. She was far from being happy, but the relief she felt certainly lifted her spirits.
Another round was played; this time Ruth won. Rebecca wasn't happy about this. She was afraid the woman was still pretty angry and might really wallop her.
She glanced briefly as Ruth approached, then laid her head down and braced herself. She jumped a little when she felt the surface of the paddle against her bottom. Ruth rubbed it gently against her; Rebecca found this very annoying. Then she no longer felt the paddle against her skin.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca yelped. That really HURT!!! With her bottom stinging, she heard Ruth tell the group, "See, that's how it's done. If we want to reform this miscreant we can't be too gentle with her!"
Hearing this, Rebecca thought to herself, "FUCK!!!!"
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca let out another involuntary yelp. Damn it, that hurt!!!
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca was trying to wriggle the pain out of bottom, but it didn't help at all.
Watching from the table, Angela thought, with glee, "This is more like it!!"
Ruth put the paddle against the wall and returned to the game.
"Please ... please ... PLEASE don't let the others hit me that hard!!!" Rebecca thought. Her bottom really stung.
The fourth round of the card game was played and a new woman, Patty, won. She seemed to be in her 30s and the youngest member of the group other than Angela. Rebecca awaited with trepidation as she approached and picked the paddle up.
She didn't have to wait long before ... SMACK. It hurt, but it wasn't nearly as hard as the hits Ruth had given her. Patty gave her two more swats, then returned to the game. Rebecca was glad these last hits were not that bad, but she knew there were more to come.
Jen won round five. Rebecca was relieved by this; Jen had been the second woman to paddle her, and her smacks were not that hard at all. Jen grabbed the paddle and then ...
*S*M*A*C*K*
"Shit!" Rebecca exclaimed. She had not been ready for this. Jen had hit her much harder this time, probably in response to Ruth telling the group not to be too gentle!
"Watch your mouth, young lady," Jen told her, and continued.
*S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K*
When Martha won the sixth round, Rebecca wondered if, like Jen, she would hit her harder this time. She didn't have long to wait to find out.
Smack ... smack ... smack
Thankfully for Rebecca, Martha's swats were no harder than those she had delivered after the first round of the game. Rebecca was starting to like Martha. She was very, very grateful for the lighter swats!
There were two more rounds before the game ended. Patty won round seven and delivered three medium hard swats. To Rebecca's great joy, Martha won the last round. She gave the girl her usual fairly light smacks.
The game was over, won by Martha. Rebecca was glad it was over and overall didn't believe she had fared too badly under these circumstances. The swats she received from Ruth had hurt a lot, but fortunately that woman only won a single round. The second set of smacks she had received from Jen were pretty hard, too, but not as hard as those from Ruth.
Rebecca was more than ready to call it a day, but she had a strong feeling there was more to come. She turned to look at the group of players. Two of them hadn't won any rounds that game. One was Angela. Rebecca was thankful for that. She blamed Angela for her current situation. It had sounded like Ruth was just going to cancel her card game, but then that girl had to butt in and change her mind. Plus she gave some bullshit about a stolen phone. She wasn't very happy with Angela and would certainly not want the additional indignity of getting a bare-assed paddling from her!! Plus, Rebecca had a feeling she'd swing the paddle hard.
She didn't know the name of the other player who hadn't won any rounds, but she didn't like the look of her at all. She was maybe in her upper 30s or lower 40s, and was the tallest member of the group. She was also the stockiest. Rebecca really did not want to be on the receiving end of a paddle swung by that woman!
She heard Ruth say something about snacks. Rebecca tensed as Ruth walked in her direction, but she just passed by her and went in the back door. Navigating the colossal mess in her kitchen, Ruth gathered some food and drinks from the refrigerator. She slipped on some of the flour and sugar on the floor and almost fell. She turned to Rebecca, her face getting red. "Don't worry, we'll be getting back to you shortly!"
"Great," thought Rebecca, "she's all pissed off again." She unconsciously wriggled her rear end, thinking about getting more hard smacks from Ruth.
The group took a break from cards to have some snacks, then began another game of Rummy. Rebecca sincerely hoped Martha won most, or even better all, of the rounds.
She did not get her wish. Jen won the first round of the new game. She came over to Rebecca, grabbed the paddle, and ...
*S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K*
"Damn it, that hurt!" Rebecca thought. Not a great way to start the second game!
Ruth won the next round, to Rebecca's dismay. "Maybe she's cooled off a bit???" she thought. But she didn't really believe that.
As before, Ruth placed the paddle against the girl's bottom, then briefly rubbed it gently against her skin, annoying her. Ruth pulled the paddle away, and ...
**S**M**A**C**K**
A short pause, then ...
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca was starting to lose her composure. Her bottom was already sore from the first game, and these hits really stung. She started trying to move her bottom around as much as was possible, and shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Ruth warned her to keep still. Rebecca managed to comply and was rewarded with:
**S**M**A**C**K**
She fought off tears, but she was afraid she'd lose that battle if she experienced much more of this treatment. She tried to stoically ignore the pain. She did not want the added shame of crying in front of everyone.
As the third round progressed, the pain subsided a little. Then the round was over. The large woman, whose name was Kim, had won.
"Fuck fuck fuck," she thought.
Kim menacingly approached her. Rebecca was petrified. She sincerely hoped that the woman wouldn't swing the paddle as hard as the size of her body suggested she would.
Kim picked up the paddle and said, "So you like to steal things, do you?"
Rebecca was scared and didn't know what to say. She just muttered, "I'm sorry."
"That's a very bad habit. How about if I help you get over it?"
"I'm very, very sorry."
As Ruth had done, Kim placed the paddle against Rebecca's bottom. She didn't rub it against her though; she just held it there for a few seconds. Then she pulled it away ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
This was harder even than Ruth! Rebecca let out a yell and started struggling furiously. She no longer attempted to keep her legs together. She started kicking her feet up. She was not trying to kick Kim; she was just trying to get her feet in front of her blazing backside.
Kim told her to put her feet down and warned her that if she kicked her, she was going to be very sorry. Although Rebecca couldn't keep still, she did get her feet back down.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The second smack was just as hard as the first. Rebecca let out another yell, and again started kicking her feet and lifting them to her bottom.
"Get those feet down!" Kim told her.
Tears were starting to form. Rebecca complied and put her feet back down on the deck.
***S***M***A***C***K***
God, it hurt so badly! Rebecca felt tears on her face. She continued shifting her weight and moving her bottom as much as she could, trying to shake off the pain.
As Kim sat back down at the table, she pulled out her phone to take some pictures. Ruth saw her and said, "Please, I'd rather there were no pictures. The goal here is to punish and reform a wayward girl. When she leaves here she should have the opportunity to leave all this behind her." Angela gave her aunt an odd look in response to her unintentional pun. Ruth continued, "I don't want nude pictures of her floating around; I want to give her a chance for a fresh start. She was very lucky she ran into somebody as nice as me - most people would have called the police and had her hauled away. She should be very grateful."
Kim put her phone away. Rebecca, hearing this, was indeed grateful that Ruth hadn't called the police, but was having trouble feeling grateful for what Ruth was putting her through!
As round four was completed, her rear end was still blazing from Kim's swats. She just wanted the game to end. She had to think this was the last game. She didn't even want to consider the possibility that it wasn't!
Angela won the round and thought to herself, "At last!!"
Ruth told her, "Angie, you don't have to do this if you don't want to!"
Angela, thinking that there was nothing she had ever wanted to do more, said, "That's OK, Aunt Ruth. I have no problem doing my part."
"No No No," Rebecca thought.
Angela came over, picked up the paddle, and whispered to her. "Wow, you're putting on quite a show! You really ought to keep your legs closed you know. You're displaying everything to us!"
Rebecca flushed with embarrassment and anger. She pulled her legs tightly together.
Angela let her have it.
**S**M**A**C**K**
"FUCK!!!!!!!" Rebecca yelled. Angela had hit her every bit as hard as her Aunt Ruth.
Ruth came over to her. "You'd better watch you mouth, unless you want this to be even worse!"
Ruth went back to the table and sat down.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca yelped and felt the tears falling.
Angela called over to Ruth and told her she'd be right back. Then she went into the kitchen so she could see Rebecca's face. "So you're crying like a little girl," she said to Rebecca.
Rebecca was miserable. If there was one person she didn't want to see her cry, it was Angela, and here she was, rubbing her face in it.
Angela went back outside and completed her set of swats:
**S**M**A**C**K**
Round five was played, and Kim won. This was becoming a nightmare for Rebecca.
***S***M***A***C***K***
This was too much for the girl. She was crying audibly, and even when threatened, couldn't get herself to put her feet back on the deck.
Ruth came over and asked Kim if she'd give her a hand. Then Ruth and Kim went to the side of the deck and picked up a heavy piece of wood. They brought it back and sat it a couple feet behind Rebecca. Ruth then went into the house and emerged a minute later with a couple pieces of rope. With Kim's help, Ruth tied the first piece of rope around Rebecca's left ankle, then wrapped the other end around the wood and tied it fast. She did the same with her right ankle. She left enough slack in the rope so Rebecca could still move her legs - it just prevented her from lifting them all the way up to her bottom. There was no longer any way Rebecca could interfere with the incoming paddle swats.
Ruth went back and sat down.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Rebecca desperately tried to lift her feet up to her bottom, but no longer could.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She was crying harder now. The knowledge that she was giving everyone a great view of her most private areas was not enough to keep her from kicking and moving as much as she could. It just hurt so much!
When the next round was won by Martha, Rebecca was very grateful indeed. Her crying had subsided a little, although her bottom was still really smarting.
When Martha delivered three fairly soft swats, Rebecca could have hugged her. She felt she should thank her, but didn't say anything, thinking it would very likely not be a good idea.
To Rebecca's chagrin, Ruth won the next two rounds, as well as the game. After Ruth delivered her first set of three swats, Rebecca's crying intensified again. After the second set, her sobbing could be clearly heard by everyone at the table.
Rebecca listened to see if the card games were over. The players were taking another break and talking among themselves. After a little while, they started discussing the next game. Rebecca's heart sank. The group decided to switch from Rummy to Crazy Eights.
Rebecca thought about calling over to them and begging them to please, please let her go, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.
They started the next game. Martha, apparently a good card player, won the first two rounds. Even as Martha's swats landed on Rebecca's sore bottom, Rebecca felt a growing fondness and respect for the woman. Although the smacks stung, it was very minor compared to what she was getting from the other women. Rebecca reflected how odd it was to have growing affection for a woman she had never met who was standing there paddling her naked backside.
Rebecca had finally gotten herself back under control and was no longer crying.
Angela won round three. She had been getting frustrated that she wasn't winning more. She really wanted more opportunities to paddle Rebecca's bare butt! She had enjoyed it immensely when she won a round in the second game of Rummy.
Angela quietly taunted her, "Well, let's see if we can't get the little girl crying again!"
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca swore silently, "Fuck!"
**S**M**A**C**K**
She tried to steel herself. She didn't want to give Angela the satisfaction of seeing her cry again. She wouldn't be able to help it, though, with much more of this.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca bore it as well as she could. She knew she'd have a short break now to recover.
Patty won round four. She delivered her three moderate smacks in short order: SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK.
The final two rounds of the game were won by Martha. "Thank God," Rebecca thought. Martha delivered her six soft swats and that was the end of the game. Martha had won.
Contemplating that last game, Rebecca realized that, except for Angela, it hadn't been that bad at all. She really hoped that was the final game!
It was not to be. She heard Ruth suggest to the group that they play one final game. The others concurred. They would play one more game of Crazy Eights.
Rebecca, rooting for Martha, listened as they played.
Ruth was the victor of the first round. Rebecca knew her sore bottom was about to get even sorer. There was nothing she could do to avoid it. She tried to brace herself.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Inaudibly: "Fuck Fuck Fuck"
**S**M**A**C**K**
"One more," Rebecca told herself. "I just have to hold it together for one more."
**S**M**A**C**K**
Tears were starting to form again. Fortunately Ruth was finished.
Patty won the next round. As before, her swats impacted with only moderate force:
SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK
Round three was won by Jen. The swats became harder.
*S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K* ... *S*M*A*C*K*
A few tears fell, but Rebecca still managed to maintain control.
Patty, the winner of round two, won round four. While Rebecca would have preferred Martha, this still wasn't too bad:
SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK
Then things took a turn for the worse. Kim won.
"Oh God, NO!" Rebecca thought.
***S***M***A***C***K***
So much for control. Tears began falling freely, and Rebecca shifted, kicked, and squirmed as much as she possibly could. She had given up trying to hang onto just a little bit of modesty by keeping her legs together.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The intensity of her crying increased.
***S***M***A***C***K***
There was no longer any semblance of control. Rebecca was crying loudly, for all the guests to hear.
It grew even worse, as Ruth won the next round.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
As Rebecca bawled like a child, Angela wished to herself that she was the one delivering the paddling.
If Rebecca thought it couldn't get any worse, she was mistaken. Kim won again. "Oh my fucking God, NO NO NO!" she thought.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The searing pain in her backside made her howl with anguish.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Incredibly, the pain got even worse.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Rebecca was yelling and crying so hard that Ruth actually had them take a brief break from the game. Rebecca was not even aware of this.
In a few minutes, the game continued. Ruth won round seven.
Ruth approached the weeping girl. The intensity of her crying had abated a little. She almost felt sorry for her, but Ruth was determined to make sure she learned her lesson.
**S**M**A**C**K**
Rebecca's crying immediately intensified, as she howled with the pain.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
Even though Rebecca was again crying uncontrollably, Ruth decided to continue the game. She knew it wouldn't go much longer.
Round eight was won my Martha. Rebecca was still crying hard when she delivered her swats. They were not hard, though, so Rebecca actually had a chance to recover a bit.
Patty won round ten, as well as the game. It was all over! Rebecca was still crying, but no longer so hysterically. Patty give Rebecca the final three swats of her long punishment:
SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK
While these certainly hurt, especially as they were landing on one very, very sore rear end, they weren't enough to get Rebecca crying any harder. In fact, she was gradually recovering.
The group had some final snacks and the guests were preparing to leave.
Ruth led the group over to Rebecca. The girl's bottom was deep dark red, with some areas that had turned purple. "Well, I hope she's learned her lesson!" Ruth said. "I'll bet her bike ride home won't be much fun for her!"
The intensity of Rebecca's crying continued to diminish. This was actually unfortunate for her, as it gave someone who had their own agenda an opportunity to try and put it into effect.
Angela was extremely frustrated at having only won two rounds. She had really wanted more opportunities to wield the paddle! She asked, "Hey, do any of you know how to play Golf?"
The other players, a little surprised, looked at her and nodded. This was a game they played sometimes on their game nights.
Angela looked over at her aunt and said, "What do you think, Aunt Ruth? It really wouldn't take that long."
Ruth was uncertain. "I don't know ..."
Had Rebecca been crying harder at this point, Ruth would certainly not have continued. But with the swats she received the last two rounds being less severe, she had recovered somewhat. Enough, in fact, that Ruth was actually considering her niece's request.
Angela said, "I hardly got a chance to repay her for stealing my phone. I just thought one more game might be justified."
Rebecca couldn't believe what she was hearing. That BITCH was trying to talk her aunt into more paddling! She had to say something to stop this!
This just was not Rebecca's day. Ruth was all ready to decline Angela's request, when Rebecca said, with a raised voice, "No - I've had enough!!! Let me go - Please!!"
This made Ruth angry. "You're getting exactly what you deserve! You steal from me, destroy my kitchen, prance around naked! You just keep quiet!"
Angela, seeing victory in sight, said, "Yeah, I wonder how many OTHER people she's stolen from and just didn't get caught!"
That tipped the scales. At that point, the entire group thought the girl should get more punishment.
They sat back down at the table to play one last game. Rebecca never hated anyone in her life as much as she hated Angela right then.
They got right into the game. They agreed to play nine "holes" rather than a longer game of eighteen.
The first round was soon over, with Angela the victor. Angela was quite pleased; she had hoped she'd do better at this particular game, as she was more familiar with it. This was certainly a promising start!
She walked up to Rebecca and said softly to her, "Wow, your butt really looks sore! I'll bet that hurts!"
Rebecca, seething, remained silent.
"Let's see if we can get you to open your legs again, so we can all get another good look at your pussy."
Rebecca's only thoughts were, "I hate her I hate her I hate her."
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
Somehow, Rebecca stayed silent through this, even though her bottom blazed with pain. Angela was disappointed; she wanted to watch Rebecca lose control and start flailing and bawling again. She was confident she'd win more rounds, though, so she'd have another opportunity shortly.
Rebecca's favorite player, Martha, won the next two rounds in a row. Rebecca considered the six soft whacks she received a blessing.
Rounds four and five were won by Jen. After each round, she delivered a set of three hard smacks. Rebecca handled them pretty well - at least they were not as hard as the hits from Ruth, Angela, or, especially, Kim.
"Only four rounds left," Rebecca thought. "If my luck just holds out!"
It didn't. Kim won round six, to Rebecca's utter dismay.
She felt Kim place the paddle against her bottom, and then ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
Her tears were returning.
***S***M***A***C***K***
It was too much. She started kicking and crying again, hating how she was giving Angela exactly what she wanted.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"Martha, Martha, please Martha," Rebecca thought as the next round started. She really, really wanted that woman to win.
Instead, Ruth was the victor.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
Her helpless backside throbbed and stung terribly. She bawled and howled with complete abandon.
Ruth considered pausing the game, but since there were only two more rounds she did not. Round eight was again won by Ruth.
She walked over to Rebecca, still crying her head off. Instead of paddling her, she walked into the kitchen and looked at her. She told Rebecca, "It's almost over. You'll get six more swats, then that will be the end of it."
Ruth walked back outside, then delivered her swats. Even though she was starting to feel a little sorry for the girl, she did not hold back.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
They played the final round. For the third time in a row, Ruth won, winning the game as well as the round. Rebecca was still crying completely out of control. Although she felt some pity for the girl, she decided she'd get right to it.
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
**S**M**A**C**K**
It was over. Looking at Rebecca's bottom, she knew it would be quite a while before she'd be able to sit down comfortably. She couldn't imagine how she'd be able to ride her bike home. Well, that was her problem. She was the one who liked to break into people's homes.
As the guests got up to leave, Rebecca was still bawling. Ruth told them, "Well, I hope she's learned her lesson. If this doesn't get her back on track, nothing will. I thank you all very much for helping with this. We've all done everything we could to get her straightened out!"
The guests started to get into their cars and drive off. However, the car that two of the guests, Jen and Martha, had come in wouldn't start. After they worked at it for a while with no success, Ruth said, "It's getting late. How about if I drop you two off? We can have your car attended to tomorrow morning." They agreed to this.
Ruth went to the kitchen to quick check on Rebecca. After seeing that her crying had subsided a little, she returned to the driveway. Ruth said, "I guess I'll have to get that girl unstuck and send her on her way first."
Angela offered her assistance. "That's OK, I'll let her out. Then I'll get started cleaning up your kitchen for you."
"Oh, Angie, you don't need to do that!"
"Don't worry, Aunt Ruth, it's the least I can do. You've had such a hard day! I'd be glad to help!"
"Are you sure?" Ruth said. "What if she gives you trouble when you let her out?"
Angela laughed. "Don't worry, she's in no state to give anyone trouble. She'll have enough of a challenge just riding home!"
"OK, well thank you, Angie. I really appreciate it!"
Ruth, Jen, and Martha got into Ruth's car. Ruth opened the window and said to Angela, "It'll be awhile before I get back - over an hour, in fact. You sure you'll be OK?"
"Yup, no problem! See you a little later!"
Ruth drove off.
Angela simply could not believe this turn of events. This changed everything! Her frustrations at only winning three rounds of cards vanished. What an opportunity!
She went into the kitchen and walked over to Rebecca. She asked the crying girl, "Well, have your fantasies been fulfilled?"
Rebecca didn't understand.
Angela, in a taunting voice, said, "Please don't spank my bare bottom in front of everyone!" Then she made some exaggerated moaning sounds and said, "Wow, when you go at it you don't hold back!"
Rebecca realized that Angela must have seen her masturbating at the pond. Her face turned deep red - she was very, very embarrassed and angry.
Angela said, "I want to be sure your fantasy was fulfilled. I certainly don't want to leave you unsatisfied!"
This conversation was starting to worry Rebecca.
Angela went out the back door and returned with Rebecca's bicycle. She wheeled it into the kitchen so Rebecca could see it.
Rebecca understood now - it was Angela that had stolen her bike! She glared at Angela with a look that would have frozen an active volcano.
With Rebecca looking on, Angela removed the tools that were in the bike pack and then removed the bag of lawn ornaments from the handlebars. "Guess I'd better take back these things that you stole," she said.
Rebecca caught on immediately. Not only had the bitch taken her bike and her clothes, she had also made it look like Rebecca was stealing things! All this was Angela's fault! It was bad enough that her rear end hurt so very, very badly, but the knowledge that she had been set up so completely made it much worse. God, how she hated Angela!
After placing the garden tools and ornaments just outside the back door, Angela reached into the bike pack, with Rebecca watching. There was a pair of jeans in the pack, accompanied by a thick, wide leather belt. Angela took the belt out of the bag. She commented, "This is a nice belt - very thick and sturdy."
Rebecca thought, "No no no no no ..."
Angela walked over to her and held the belt right in front of her. "Well, what do you think? I think this will help make absolutely sure your fantasies have been completely fulfilled, don't you?"
"Please don't. Please."
Angela continued, taunting her, "Wow, I'd hate to be in your shoes! Oh, but you're not wearing any! You're not wearing anything at all in fact!" She chuckled. "I'll bet it's going to be fun riding your bike home! Once your deepest desires have been met, it'll be even harder!"
"Shit shit shit shit shit," Rebecca thought. She pleaded with Angela, "No - please - you don't know how badly this hurts!!"
"Nope," Angela replied, "this is your fantasy, not mine. I've never been spanked in my life. My mom would never do that to her princess, and she'd never let my dad do it either!"
"For God's sake, No - PLEASE!!!"
"The more you say 'No', the more I realize you're just trying to fight your deepest desires, and you really mean 'YES'!"
Rebecca didn't reply. She was totally at Angela's mercy, but Angela wasn't showing any signs of being merciful at all. Rebecca knew she was way beyond totally fucked. As bad as it was before, it looked like it was about to get much worse. She couldn't think of anything to say and knew that nothing she said would make any difference anyway.
"So, guess what you're going to get now?" Angela said.
Rebecca just looked at her.
"Do you need a hint?"
Rebecca, helpless, laid her head down.
"OK, OK - I guess that was too hard a question. Not fair of me. Alright, I'll tell you and I'm sure that, even though I know you won't admit it, you're going to be very happy about this!"
Rebecca remained still, while tears continued to fall.
"I'm going to give you a long, hard whipping with your own belt on your bare ass. Your very sore bare ass. But ... if you think it's sore now, just wait a little while."
Rebecca again tried pleading with her. "Please, please, please - I'll do anything. Anything. This hurts so bad."
Angela ignored her and said, "My aunt told me it would take her over an hour to get back! Isn't that great! That gives us a lot of time!"
Rebecca thought, "Oh my God!" All she said was, "Please? Please?"
"Please?" Angela mockingly imitated her. "OK, OK - I know you're anxious to get started. I won't keep you waiting any longer!"
Angela folded the belt back upon itself and held the two loose ends together, forming a loop. Then she walked outside. She didn't do anything at first; she just examined Rebecca's very, very sore bottom. She thought to herself, "What a target!!" Angela felt like she was in heaven!
Then Angela took a few practice swings with the looped belt, not making any contact. Satisfied with her swing, she brought her arm back and swung the belt hard. It connected with Rebecca's bottom, accompanied by a loud CRACK. Rebecca yelped loudly.
Angela walked back into the kitchen to taunt Rebecca some more. "Well, I hope I did that right!"
Rebecca was gasping from the sting of the belt.
Angela continued taunting her. "Wow, I bet you didn't think your own belt would be used this way!" She laughed and said, "I've given you a warm-up smack, now it's time to get down to business!" With that, she walked back outside.
Angela again inspected Rebecca's bottom. Even with the havoc wreaked by the paddle, she could still see a visible welt left by the single belt hit. "Wow!" she thought. "That must smart! I'm really going to enjoy this!!!"
Then Angela really let loose. She swung the belt as hard and as fast as she could, striking the poor girls naked bottom over and over again with resounding CRACKs.
Rebecca was crying and yelling loudly.
It just kept going on and on. Rebecca's bottom was covered with angry red welts. New welts were forming on top of the old ones. Her rear end felt like it was being stung by a thousand hornets.
Angela continued whipping her without pause. She was going at it so hard she was actually starting to get out of breath.
Rebecca howled and yelled at the top of her lungs. Her bottom felt like it was on fire.
After what seemed like forever, the whipping stopped. In actuality, it had lasted for three minutes, with about a hundred whacks being delivered.
It took Rebecca a while before she even realized that it had stopped. The stinging and burning were indescribable. Her yelling gradually eased into just bawling. It was then that she noticed that her nemesis was not there.
Minutes went by, allowing some semblance of order to return for Rebecca. Although still crying hard, she started to wonder where Angela had gone. Not that she wanted her to come back; she was just puzzled. The pain subsided just a little. It felt like there were only nine hundred hornets stinging her rear end rather than a thousand.
More time went by. Rebecca was increasingly puzzled by Angela's absence. Finally, she returned.
Angela's face was flushed and she appeared strangely euphoric. Rebecca didn't understand this, but didn't say a word.
Angela spoke to her, "OK, I think you've learned your lesson. I'm going to let you out now if you promise to cooperate. If you don't, I'll have to punish you some more."
"I'll cooperate - I'll do anything you say," Rebecca said, amid sobs.
First, Angela went outside and untied Rebecca's ankles. Then she came back in and said, "I'll work this window up. Just stay still."
After some struggles, Angela managed to get the window open. The mechanism had been completely jammed; she had to get some tools from the basement to free it.
Even though the window was no longer trapping her, Rebecca just continued to lie there.
"OK, you can get up now - I'll give you a hand." Angela helped Rebecca get back out the window. Rebecca, despite the intense hatred she felt toward Angela, submissively allowed the other girl to help her.
"You can get dressed now. Here's your clothes." Angela pulled the bike over.
Rebecca got her panties out of the bike pack and started to put them on. Normally getting dressed with a spectator watching would have embarrassed her, but she was hurting too much to even think about it. As she pulled her panties up to her bottom, she stopped from the pain. Just having the material touching her rear end felt like fire. Finally she got them on. She put on her bra next, then her top, and then, gingerly, her jeans. She put her socks and sneakers on last.
Angela told Rebecca she could leave now. Rebecca tried to get on her bike. She groaned when she tried to sit down. After a couple tries, she managed to get onto the bike even though it really, really hurt.
Angela, mocking her, said, "Have a nice ride home!"
Rebecca didn't react. She slowly rode down the driveway, with tears still falling.
The drive home was an ordeal in itself. She rode standing as much as she could, but she just wasn't used to riding that way, so she'd constantly revert to sitting despite the discomfort. Smooth roads were bad enough, but every time she hit a bump ... Ouch!!! At hills she normally would have pedaled up, she got off her bike and walked it instead. Finally, she made it home.
She went inside and went straight to her room. She pulled down her jeans and panties, then lay on her stomach on the bed, crying. After about an hour, she got up to turn off the light, then lay back down on her stomach, leaving her jeans and panties down. Several hours went by. She finally stopped crying, but was unable to sleep. Finally, later in the night, she managed to get a little fitful sleep, never moving from her position.
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That night, Angela got very little sleep either, but for quite a different reason. She was in a sexual bliss, masturbating to the memories of what had happened that day - watching Rebecca getting herself off at the pond, seeing her stuck in the window with her bare bottom on display, the girl's severe paddling in front of witnesses, and, especially, the whipping Angela had given her. She had orgasm after orgasm. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, she fell asleep.
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Rebecca felt a little better the next morning, but her rear end still really, really hurt. She was finally getting hungry, so she pulled her panties and jeans up, wincing, and went down to get something to eat. Fortunately, her parents weren't there - she wouldn't have been able to hide her pain from them.
After she ate, she went back up to her room and took all her clothes off. She put on a pajama top, but not the bottoms, and got into bed, pulling the sheet over her. That hurt some, but she didn't want to lay there bare-assed in case her mom came to check on her, which she thought likely. She still was having a lot of trouble getting to sleep.
After a while her mom knocked on the door and asked if she was OK. Rebecca told her mom she wasn't feeling that great. Her mom came into the room and asked her what was wrong. Rebecca told her that she had felt a little queasy overnight, so she didn't get much sleep. She said she was starting to feel better now, though, and that once she slept she'd be OK. Her mom, satisfied, left and closed the door.
As the day progressed, Rebecca did gradually start to feel a little better, and fell into a deep sleep. She slept from the afternoon through to the next morning.
When she awoke the next day, she took a shower, got dressed, and went to the kitchen. While still very sore, the pain was more manageable, at least when she was standing up.
Her mom was there and asked her how she was feeling. Rebecca told her she was better. Her mom then made her breakfast. She was glad for the breakfast, but had to hide her pain when she sat down to eat. She managed it, though, and ate her meal. Then she thanked her mom and went back to her room.
Rebecca lay back down on the bed, but she left her jeans and panties up. As she lay there, one thought kept going through her mind, over and over and over: "I'll get back at her, no matter what it takes!"</t>
Re: Repost - Story: The Skinny Dipper
Chapter 4
As the days went by, Rebecca thought long and hard to try to come up with a plan for revenge. It was quite a challenge, however. She just couldn't find a way.
Angela's mother was a member of the fitness center where Rebecca worked. Rebecca considered telling her what happened - telling her what a monster her daughter was. But she knew that would be worse than useless. It was so unfair - if ever anyone deserved a long, hard spanking it was Angela, yet, from what Angela had told her, she was never spanked by either of her parents. They'd never spank their "princess".
Angela's mother often used the exercise bikes at the fitness center. Rebecca reflected on the irony of this, since a bicycle was at the center of her own recent experiences.
Eventually, Rebecca got to the point where she was ready to give up. She thought that there was just no way she was ever going to get even with Angela for her very painful and totally embarrassing ordeal. No matter how badly she wanted her revenge, she just didn't see it happening.
She tried to stop dwelling on it. This became a little easier as the pain gradually subsided. Try as she might, though, she couldn't help but to keep thinking about it in the back of her mind.
Then one day some fragmented ideas unexpectedly started to come together. It was enough to get her to refocus her attention on coming up with a plan.
After several days of hard thought, as well as some actual research, Rebecca had an idea. As she went through it in her mind she realized how outlandish it was. She tried to brush it off and stop thinking about it. It was a great fantasy, but that's all it would ever be - just a fantasy. She told herself that she had to stop her obsession with revenge no matter how justified it might be. The summer was going by fast - she would soon be starting her sophomore year at college! That's what she had to concentrate on; that was her future. As much as she would have liked to have gotten even with Angela, she had to accept the fact that it was simply never going to happen.
Yet as far out as her plan was, she was never really able to find any fatal flaws in it. For this reason, she failed in her attempts to give up on it. As it continued occupying her thoughts, she came to realize how difficult her plan would be to actually carry out - so difficult, in fact, that she couldn't possibly do it alone. She tried to convince herself that, for this reason, she really, really needed to just drop it! After all, she obviously couldn't involve anyone else in this. She would have to tell them what happened and that's something she'd never tell anyone!
This made her pause. She started thinking about Stephanie, a close friend of hers at college. They had both been in their freshman year. They hit it off almost immediately and soon became friends. Their friendship strengthened, but then something unexpected happened. Stephanie, rather than staying in a dorm like Rebecca was, had an apartment which she shared with a roommate. It was much roomier than a dorm, so when the two of them got together it was always at the apartment. The one evening when Rebecca and Stephanie were there things got a little weird. Stephanie's roommate was out and the two of them were drinking. They weren't drinking to extremes, but they both had a decent buzz. Rebecca didn't remember exactly what they were talking about, but they were laughing together. Then Stephanie put her hand on Rebecca's arm and looked at her kind of strangely. Rebecca was still laughing and feeling good. Stephanie was laughing too, but then she put her arms around Rebecca in a hug. Rebecca hugged her back, but then all of a sudden didn't feel right about it and abruptly pushed Stephanie forcefully away. Stephanie was very upset and apologized profusely to her. Rebecca was just as upset, thinking there had been no reason for her to flip out at her friend just because of a simple hug. She apologized profusely to Stephanie.
As they were apologizing to each other, Stephanie asked Rebecca if she could talk to her. Stephanie looked very serious and upset. Rebecca told her that of course she could talk to her. Then Stephanie told her about her feelings toward women and started crying, saying she didn't want to wreck their friendship. Rebecca calmed her and assured her she hadn't. As they talked further, Stephanie gave Rebecca very intimate details about herself - she gave Rebecca her trust and really opened up to her. Rebecca thought if there was anyone she could ever talk to about what had happened, it was Stephanie.
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It was finally time for Rebecca to go back to school. As she was getting settled into her dorm room, Stephanie stopped by. Her friend was a little taller than she was, with reddish brown hair and soft brown eyes. Rebecca was very glad to see her. After her ordeal, Stephanie's beaming smile lifted her spirits.
Stephanie told her about her new living arrangements. She was no longer sharing an apartment - she now had an entire house all to herself. In response to Rebecca's surprised look, she explained further.
In exchange for rent-free lodgings, Stephanie was house sitting for some good friends of her parents. She just needed to keep an eye on the place and keep it clean. It was an ideal arrangement for her. Stephanie invited Rebecca to stop over and see it that evening. Rebecca, intrigued, readily agreed.
Rebecca met her there and Stephanie gave her a tour of the place. It was a pretty good-sized home, and very well maintained. After the tour, they sat down to have a couple of drinks and talk. Stephanie filled her in on the events of the summer. While listening to Stephanie, Rebecca contemplated telling her about her recent painful experiences and her plans for revenge. But as Stephanie continued happily chatting with her, Rebecca came to realize that she could never talk to Stephanie about it. It would just be too humiliating and too revealing. She silently decided she'd have to keep it all to herself.
Once Stephanie had brought her up to date on her summer activities, she asked Rebecca how her summer was. Rebecca opened her mouth, planning to just say some vague things about having a nice summer. She got no further; as she looked at Stephanie's smiling face, she completely froze up. Stephanie, seeing her friend's face go blank, stopped smiling. Rebecca, realizing she was about to lose control, started to get up. Stephanie gently but firmly grabbed her arms and asked her what was wrong. Rebecca started to cry.
Stephanie, alarmed, again asked her what was wrong, this time more forcefully. Rebecca completely lost control and started crying with abandon. Stephanie, becoming panicked, tried to comfort her. She wanted to hug Rebecca, but was hesitant because of what had happened in the past. She very loosely put her arms around her and gently patted her back. Rebecca, in response, hugged Stephanie tightly, crying hard against her. Stephanie, desperate to calm her friend, told her it would be all right, while rubbing and patting her back.
After a few minutes, Rebecca's crying started to subside. Stephanie led her to a sofa and sat her down. She told her she'd be right back and quickly went to get her friend another drink. She made her an extra strong drink, brought it back, and told her to gulp it down. Rebecca followed her advice; the drink quickly took the edge off her troubles and blurred things nicely.
Stephanie sat down beside her on the sofa, placed Rebecca's left hand between her own, and told her to tell her everything. Rebecca made a few stumbling starts, thinking she'd pick out bits and pieces of what had happened, but leave other things out. Stephanie, sensing this, became more stern with her and told Rebecca to trust her. Rebecca surrendered to the situation and started to tell her friend everything. She told her about the pond, about swimming naked, and even about masturbating out in the open. Then she told her about being overheard when she shouted out while masturbating. She told Stephanie exactly what she had said: "Please don't spank my bare bottom in front of everyone!"
At that point, realizing just how much she had revealed, Rebecca turned away and hid her face against the sofa. Stephanie told her it was alright, and to continue.
Rebecca told Stephanie, "You won't want to be my friend anymore."
Stephanie replied, "Of course I will! We'll ALWAYS be friends!"
Rebecca, reassured, told her the rest, with all the details.
Stephanie was furious that Angela had caused her friend so much embarrassment and pain. "God, no wonder you want to get even with her!" Stephanie exclaimed. "I'll help you any way I can!"
Rebecca told her she had an idea, but that it was pretty bizarre and probably too difficult to set up. Stephanie was very interested, so Rebecca proceeded to explain it to her.
Stephanie listened with growing admiration. She was surprised and impressed. As the details emerged, her rear end started to tingle - a side effect of what she was hearing.
"Becky?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes?"
"Remind me never to piss you off!"
Rebecca grinned.
After Rebecca finished telling Stephanie her plan, Stephanie said, "God, that's clever! You've really thought this out! You're right though that it would be difficult to set up. Difficult, but maybe not impossible! Let's think about this!"
They talked at length, going over various details and nuances of Rebecca's scheme. They briefly considered trying for something simpler - a less elaborate plan for revenge - but they both preferred getting Rebecca's original plan to work if at all possible. Rebecca outlined some of the research she had done and some of the information she had obtained. They fine-tuned some aspects of the plan and came up with some ideas about how to overcome some of the obstacles.
During the discussion, Stephanie had an idea of her own. "Becky ..." she began.
Rebecca looked at her.
Stephanie continued, "I had a thought - an idea. I just wanted to run it by you."
"Sure - what is it?"
"Now don't get mad."
Rebecca, puzzled, said, "Why would I get mad?"
"I'm not sure you'll like the idea."
"I won't get mad - what is it?"
Stephanie whispered to her friend.
"STEPHANIE!!!!!" Rebecca's face was turning red.
Stephanie, defensively, said, "Sorry - I didn't want to make you mad. It was just a thought."
"I'm not mad, but ... I mean ... well ... for God's sake!!" Rebecca said, flustered.
Stephanie whispered some more to her friend.
Rebecca replied, "God, you're right - it sure WOULD piss her off. Royally!!"
They whispered some more to each other.
Rebecca, her initial shock now gone, consented to her friend's suggestion. "OK, I'll do it!" she said. She looked up at Stephanie and they both laughed.
One problem they struggled with was, even if and when they got everything set up, how could they get Angela there? They discussed this at length, finding it to be an especially difficult hurdle. They were able to come up with only one solution - a honey trap. They'd need to use some irresistible bait to lure Angela in.
Stephanie said, "I think I could draw her there. I'll be the bait!"
Rebecca replied, "I can't ask you do to that!!"
"No problem, I'd enjoy it! I'd love to help you get back at the bitch!!"
Rebecca said, "I'd be very, very grateful, but you should ONLY do it if you really want to - if you're really comfortable with it.
Stephanie confirmed her willingness. "Yes, absolutely!"
They needed some equipment to carry out Rebecca's plan. Conveniently, they had it sent to the home Stephanie was watching. This gave them a chance to work with it and get it all set up. During that time they also prepared the bait for their trap.
The key to getting the bait to work boiled down to Angela's motivations. They suspected that Angela's actions toward Rebecca were motivated not by malice, but by desire. It was their belief that Angela got turned on by spanking. If they were wrong about that, the bait would fail.
They arranged it so that Stephanie "accidentally" made contact with Angela and let her interest in spanking subtly slip. Stephanie pretended to be a girl who liked to be spanked. She had to be careful to make this all seem natural - like it was information that came out just by chance. It was tricky, but it worked. Angela immediately became interested in Stephanie, like a fish spotting a worm on a hook.
As the equipment preparations continued to progress, Stephanie got closer to her and directly asked Angela if she would give her a good spanking. This appeared to work; Angela looked like she was nearly drooling.
Angela, in turn, tried to cautiously feel Stephanie out. She told her, "Don't worry, I wouldn't go overboard." What was in Angela's mind was quite the opposite; she wanted to be careful not to reveal that, however.
Stephanie spurred her on, "No - I've been a very bad girl and I need to be punished severely. You should tie me down and really give it to me good!"
Angela thought she was going to have an orgasm just from the conversation. She said, "Are you sure??"
Stephanie replied, "Absolutely - I need to be spanked long and hard, so I'm bawling like a little girl. And even after that, you should keep right on spanking me. I really deserve it!"
Angela found it difficult to talk. She managed to mumble her agreement to help Stephanie out. She had taken the bait, swallowed it, and was in the process of being reeled in.
Finally, after a couple of months and a lot of work, Rebecca and Stephanie completed their equipment preparations. It was now time to spring the trap.
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While in school, Rebecca continued working at the fitness center some weekends. As her parent's home was only a couple hours away from the college, this worked out well for her. It was also an essential part of her plan.
The only customer-accessible area of the center was the ground floor of the building. However, the building had a finished basement just as large as the ground floor. There were plans to install exercise equipment there and open it up to customers. Those plans were at least a year off, however, so currently all the basement was used for was storage.
Underneath the basement was a sub-basement. While not as large as the basement, it was still pretty extensive. The one end of the sub-basement was closed off into a separate room. This finished area had been set up by the former building owners as a mini-theater, with a screen in front and seating for about 20 people. When Rebecca first started working for the fitness center she had helped clean this area out. It was currently empty, although it still had heat and electricity.
There were two ways to get to the sub-basement: a freight elevator and a stairway. Once it had been cleaned out, there was no reason for anyone to go into that area, so the stairway door was kept locked. The freight elevator required a key to access that floor. Rebecca had both keys.
Once the basement was opened up to customers, the sub-basement, including the former theater, would be used for storage. Rebecca was interested in using it for quite another purpose.
After carefully boxing the equipment, Rebecca and Stephanie hired a mover to take it from Stephanie's house to the fitness center, so it would arrive there before the center was open. Rebecca unlocked the building and had the movers, via the freight elevator, take the equipment into the sub-basement. They unpacked it there and got everything set up.
Now all that was left was to finish reeling in the prey.
Stephanie contacted Angela to make the final arrangements for her supposed spanking. She told Angela that there's a secret area where she goes. She told her there's a table there, where she can be fastened faced down with her bottom sticking up, all ready to be punished.
Stephanie said, "The only thing is, I want to keep the location secret. I'm sorry - I know I'm being overcautious. Once we know each other a little better, I'll be happy to let you know where it's at!"
Angela, her yearnings raging unchecked, told her, "It's fine; there's no problem at all if you want to keep it secret."
Stephanie asked, "OK, I'll take you there, but could I put a blindfold on you to keep the location a secret?" (Rebecca and Stephanie had come up with this idea to keep Angela from seeing that she was being led to the fitness center; they thought that would have made her suspicious, especially since she knew Rebecca worked there.)
Angela, ready to agree to virtually anything at this point, agreed to the blindfold.
Stephanie asked Angela when they could meet. As she hoped, Angela wanted to meet that very evening.
Then Stephanie, mentally crossing her fingers, told Angela, "There's just one other thing. I've only taken two other partners to my secret location. You have to understand - I have to totally trust someone before I let them tie me down to that table, because once I'm tied down, I'm totally helpless and at their mercy. Well my first partner wasn't willing to trust me in return. You know - trust is a two-way street! So I broke it off with them without anything happening. I'm not willing to trust someone that completely who won't trust me at least a little!"
Angela nodded.
Stephanie continued. "Now, my second partner did trust me, and I trusted her. She had me on the table twice, but she just wouldn't give me what I needed. She spanked me, and it hurt, but both times she stopped long before I got what I really deserved. I liked her, and I don't want to sound mean, but she was just too wimpy about it. When I say I need to be punished severely, that's exactly what I mean! As soon as I started crying, she stopped. I gave her a second chance, but it was the same thing. What I need is for someone to spank me until I'm crying, then to keep spanking me until I'm begging and pleading for them to stop, and then to keep right on spanking me."
Angela was losing her mind. Her lust was climbing to levels that made her head spin.
"So, before we head over there ... will you trust me, and will you give me what I need?"
Angela simply said, "Yes, I promise."
Later that day, Stephanie picked Angela up at her apartment. As they had discussed, Stephanie blindfolded Angela, who then lay on the back seat, out of sight. Stephanie drove to the back lot of the fitness center. Making sure no one else was in view, Stephanie guided Angela to the back of the building and unlocked the door using one of the keys Rebecca had supplied her. They entered the building and went down a flight of stairs to the basement.
Stephanie told Angela, "Sorry about the blindfold, but it won't be much longer."
Stephanie guided Angela through the basement to the stairway which led to the sub-basement. They descended the stairs, went through the door (which Rebecca had unlocked in advance), and entered the sub-basement. Then Stephanie guided her to the former theater room, leaving the door to the room open behind them.
"OK, you can take off the blindfold now," Stephanie said.
Angela removed the blindfold. They were in a fairly large room which contained a table and some things in the corner covered with a thick plastic sheet. The table attracted Angela's attention. It was black and had a soft padded surface. The center of the table was elevated, so anyone lying on it would have their butt raised up. There were leather cuffs at various points around the table for holding someone in place. It looked very sturdy. Angela, imaging Stephanie fastened down to it, was indescribably horny.
Stephanie gave Angela a "tour" of the table. There were wrist cuffs with ropes attached at the front corners, a waist belt just in front of the center point of the table, and a pair of ankle cuffs attached to a rope at the center of the far end. There were also two larger cuffs, one on each side, just behind the table's center point. These were designed to hold a person's thighs in place. It was clear that once someone was fastened down, they would be quite helpless.
Stephanie confirmed this. "See - once I'm fastened in I can't possibly get away. You'll be able to punish me for as long as you want, and I won't be able to do a thing about it."
Stephanie continued, "I really like you, Angela, and I'm almost ready to let you tie me down naked to that table and spank me. Will you trust me just a little first?"
Angela replied, "Yes, absolutely!"
"Well, what we'll do is gradually prove our trust for each other. Don't worry - you won't need to go as far as I will. I have to give you my total trust, but you only have to trust me a little."
This sounded fine to Angela.
"OK - there are three trust tests to perform. I'll go first each time, proving my trust first. Once the third is finished, I'll take off all my clothes, lie on the table, and let you fasten me down. Then you can punish me. "
Angela, feeling that she has never wanted anything so badly in her life, nodded and said, "OK."
Stephanie proceeded with the first test. "First I'll simply lie down on the table." With that, she got up onto the table and lay face down, her bottom raised suggestively. After a little while, she got back off the table.
"OK, now it's your turn."
Angela had no issues with this. She lay down on the table, which actually felt very comfortable. After lying there a little while, she got down.
"For the second test, I'll lie on the table and you connect one of the ankle cuffs - just one. Leave everything else open." Stephanie again climbed onto the table and lay face down. Angela strapped one of the cuffs around her ankle.
After a little while, Stephanie said, "OK, you can unbuckle it." Angela complied.
Stephanie said, "Your turn now."
Angela got on the table and Stephanie gently attached a cuff to one of her ankles.
Stephanie asked her, "Are you OK?"
Angela replied, "Sure."
Stephanie freed her ankle.
"OK, this is the last test. After this, I'm in your hands."
For the third time, Stephanie lay on the table.
"For this last test, connect one ankle and one wrist. Leave everything else open."
Angela followed her instructions, hot with anticipation.
"OK, you can free me now."
Angela unstrapped her wrist and ankle.
"You're turn," Stephanie said.
Angela, her goal seemingly only moments away, lay down.
Stephanie gently strapped her left ankle, then her right wrist, to the table. Again, she asked Angela if she was OK.
"Sure," was Angela's reply.
Stephanie moved to her right wrist to unbuckle it. But with no warning, she suddenly grabbed Angela's other wrist and strapped it in. It was so fast Angela didn't even have time to struggle.
"Hey, " Angela said, "what are you doing?"
Instead of replying, Stephanie walked to the back of the table and cuffed her other ankle. This time Angela tried to struggle, but to no avail.
Angela was getting nervous now. "Hey, let me out!"
Stephanie connected the waistband, but did not use the thigh cuffs. She called out, "OK, all set!"
Angela heard footsteps and saw Rebecca come through the doorway. "OH SHIT," she thought.
Stephanie was pleased this had gone so well. In actuality, it was all over for Angela once she entered the sub-basement. If the trust game hadn't worked, she and Rebecca, who was waiting quietly outside the room, would simply have wrestled Angela to the table and bound her to it. This was so much better though, having Angela, hot and bothered, being fooled into helping trap herself!
As Rebecca closed the door to the room, Angela said, "Let me the FUCK out of here right FUCKING NOW!"
Rebecca walked over to the corner of the room where some items were covered with a sheet of plastic. She pulled out an enormous paddle; it looked like a cricket bat, about a yard in length.
Angela looked on, horrified.
Rebecca told Stephanie, "I guess you may as well leave now. I can take it from here!"
Stephanie replied, "Wait! You told me you were going to give her a chance!"
Rebecca replied, "I changed my mind. I just want to start whacking her."
Stephanie said, "You have to be careful with that thing! It's too big!! You're only going to give her a few smacks with it, right?"
"I'm going to beat her with it until my arms wear out."
Angela was terrified.
Stephanie argued with her, "You can't do that!"
Rebecca replied, "Why not? Oh ... I see what you mean. Yes, this isn't right. Could you help me pull her pants down before you leave?"
Stephanie tried to argue, but Rebecca started waving the cricket bat threateningly at her.
"Just get out of here!" Rebecca said.
"Becky, I'm your friend! You promised you'd give her a chance!!"
Rebecca calmed down a little. "I'm sorry Steph. I didn't mean to get angry with you. Yeah ... I guess I did promise."
Stephanie, very worried, looked over at Angela and said, "If I were you, I'd do what she says. Otherwise, I'll have to leave, and then you'll be alone with her."
Angela, quaking, said, "I'll listen to her!!!!!"
Rebecca walked to the front of the table, still holding the cricket bat. She said, "The only reason you're not getting beat with this right now is because I foolishly promised my friend I'd give you a chance. I have to keep that promise - for her, not for you!"
"So here's the deal. I want to record a confession from you. A very detailed confession, telling everything you did the day you stole my bike."
Angela couldn't agree fast enough, "YES! YES! I'll confess everything!!"
Rebecca looked disappointed. "Well, if you do that, I'll have to let you go. I promised Stephanie."
Angela said, "I'll do what you want!!"
Rebecca and Stephanie pulled some electronic gear from under the sheet in the corner of the room. They set up a camera and focused it on Angela's face. Watching her on a video monitor, they told Angela to start her confession. Then they started recording.
Angela, quite scared, confessed everything in great detail. She even told how she whipped Rebecca with a belt after her aunt had left, and got so sexually excited that she went into Ruth's bedroom and masturbated until she came!
Hearing this, Stephanie and Rebecca looked at each other, strain showing on both their faces.
When Angela had completed her impressive confession, they stopped the recording.
Angela asked, "Would you let me go now, please?"
Rebecca and Stephanie could contain it no longer. The both burst out laughing.
Rebecca told Angela, "Boy, you sure are gullible!" With that she picked up the cricket bat and crumbled it in her hands. It broke apart into small pieces - it had only APPEARED to be made of wood! "So you bought our 'good girl, bad girl' routine!"
Angela, realizing that Stephanie and Rebecca had put on an act to scare her into recording a confession, grew red with anger. They had made a complete fool out of her! As she recalled some of the things she said - and that were recorded - her face got even redder.
Then Stephanie and Rebecca went to the corner of the room and uncovered some sort of contraption. They pulled the device over to the back end of the table, near Angela's feet.
Angela said, "Hey! You promised you'd let me go!"
Rebecca smiled and said, "Yes, and I will. Just not right away!"
Angela, with growing fear, examined the machine. It extended part way over the back of the table, with a horizontal rod running from one side of the table to the other. This rod was positioned several feet above the table, roughly in line with Angela's knees. The rod ran through two small wheels which were separated by about half a foot. Extending outward from each wheel was a long strip, about an inch and a half wide.
"OH FUCK," she thought.
"You'd BETTER let me go, right the fuck NOW!" Angela said.
Rebecca, ignoring her, nodded toward the contraption. "This thing's pretty neat! It took some ingenuity to get it working just right. Testing it was a real pain in the ass!" She chuckled. "I originally wanted to use wooden paddles - you know, because I didn't have a group of lady card players handy. But we just couldn't get that right, so I used these instead." She put her hand on one of the straps. "This is plastic - it's flexible. Believe you me, these mothers STING when they hit! It was bad enough getting smacked a few times testing it out. I'd sure hate to feel it when it's in full operation!"
"Shit ..." Angela thought, with a sinking feeling.
"Anyhow, the way this works is really slick! You see, the wheels operate independently, and they can rotate in both directions."
"What happens is this. The left wheel spins rapidly clockwise, delivering a smack to the underside of the victim's left butt check. You know, right where they sit. That wheel then stops. Next, the right wheel does the same thing - it spins clockwise and delivers a smack to the underside of the right cheek. Next, the axle the wheels are connected to moves forward a bit. Then it's the left wheel's turn again, but this time it spins counterclockwise, so the smack is delivered to the center of the cheek - the part sticking out. The right wheel does the same to the right cheek. Finally, the axle moves back to its starting position, completing the cycle. Then it starts all over again, with the left wheel spinning clockwise."
"Even better, the wheels move back and forth randomly along the rod. Within limits, of course. When it's properly adjusted - which it will be before it's used on the victim - the left wheel always impacts the left cheek, and the same with the right. The victim's legs are kept together just to be safe. It wouldn't do at all for an impact to occur on anything too sensitive!"
Rebecca continued her explanation. "The other aspect of this is that it's tied into data transmitted by one of the exercise bikes. Specifically, the tire rotation speed is transmitted to this machine. The faster the tire on the exercise bike is spinning, the more frequent the smacks. Fortunately, from the victim's point of view, when people use exercise bikes they generally have the resistance turned up, like riding uphill. That keeps the frequency of the slaps pretty low - in testing, it worked out to about one slap every fifteen seconds, on average. That might seem pretty slow, but it actually adds up to quite a few smacks - 120 in fact - over the course of a half hour workout. If the victim is unfortunate enough to have the rider of the exercise bike do an hour long workout ... well, it's probably best not to think about that!"
Angela pulled frantically at her bonds, but she could not get free.
"Let's see ... what else. Oh yeah - the intensity of the hit is constant, no matter how slow or fast the bike is moving. It always faithfully delivers the same hard smack."
"Well, I've gone over most of this now - just a couple more things."
Rebecca pulled the video monitor over to the front of the table and plugged a small device into the back of it. "If the victim gets bored, they can watch this. There's a camera mounted on the spanking machine pointing right at their ass." She flipped a switch on the device she had plugged into the monitor, and immediately an image of Angela's backside filled the screen.
"The last thing I'd like to mention is about the rider of the exercise bike. We had to decide which rider to collect data from to control this machine. Well, I came up with a great solution! Your mom is scheduled for an exercise session in about an hour. I thought she'd be the perfect choice! From what you've told me, she never spanked you, her 'princess', in your life. And look how you've turned out! Well, it's time to remedy that. She's going to be the one controlling your spanking. It's about time she gave her princess what she deserves!"
Angela was both seething with anger and very nervous.
"Time to make the final adjustments," Rebecca said. She and Stephanie carefully positioned and calibrated the machine so the flexible plastic straps were in the proper location - so they would correctly impact the target both when the wheels spun clockwise and when they spun counterclockwise. Next, they adjusted the limiters for sideways motion of the wheels. The wheels would move randomly from side to side, so that the strap did not always hit the same spot on the miscreant's bottom. The limiters constrained this sideways motion, so the straps would not go "out of bounds" - each strap would always strike its target cheek.
Rebecca told Angela, "Now, don't get nervous, but I have to run through one cycle to make sure everything's correctly set up. Just stay where you are, this will only take a minute."
She then turned the machine on and ran it through a test cycle. It delivered four smacks, each separated by five seconds. Each wheel gave one hit clockwise and one counterclockwise. Everything appeared to be in order.
Angela felt the sting from the plastic straps though her jeans. It wasn't terrible, but she didn't relish the idea of getting lots of such hits. They would start to add up and really hurt!
"Well, I guess we're all set!" Rebecca told Stephanie. "Let's head upstairs."
As they started to exit the room, Rebecca said, "Oh, I almost forget! Steph, could you give me a hand?"
They walked over to Angela and pulled her top off as far as they could, leaving it up at her wrists. Next, to Angela's great displeasure, they did the same to her bra. Stephanie then held onto Angela's left wrist while Rebecca quickly opened the left wrist cuff, pulled the garments off her arm, and then refastened the cuff. They repeated this with Angela's right wrist, allowing them to completely remove her upper garments.
Rebecca went to the foot of the table and removed Angela's sneakers and socks. Then, reaching under Angela's waist, she opened her jeans.
Angela, not enjoying this at all, said, "You'd better let me go - I MEAN IT!!"
Rebecca pulled her jeans down to her ankles. Her panties made the same journey.
They repeated the procedure they had used for Angela's wrists to get her jeans and panties completely off.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll get these back," Rebecca said. Then she added, "Once your mommy has finished spanking your bare bottom."
Angela, recalling how the straps had stung even through her jeans, was very worried. She said, "You can't do this! It'll hurt too much!!!"
Rebecca, appearing concerned, told her, "You have a point!"
Rebecca went to the table and fastened the thigh cuffs around Angela, just below her buttocks.
Rebecca said, "There, that should help. You're correct - getting hit by these straps on your bare bottom will hurt very much! You'll be pleased to know I've solved that problem. The waistband and thigh straps together will hold your ass firmly in place. That way, no matter how much it hurts, you won't be able to move your butt out of the way!"
Rebecca went to the monitor which was positioned in front of Angela and adjusted the device plugged into it. Two small images were added to the huge image of Angela's naked rear end. In the upper left was a small picture of an exercise bike. In the upper right was a red zero. Rebecca explained these, "Here in the upper left is the exercise bike your mom will be riding - just in case you're interested in watching the person who's controlling your spanking. The number over here is the current speed of the exercise bike. The higher the number, the more frequent the smacks. Once the program starts, another number will appear underneath the speed - that will be total minutes elapsed."
Rebecca and Stephanie moved toward the door. Rebecca turned to Angela and said, "There's one piece of helpful advice I can give you."
Angela, without much hope, asked, "What??"
Rebecca pointed to the side of the doorway. "See how thick this wall is? The door is also thick, and soundproofed."
Angela, missing the point, asked, "What's your advice??"
Rebecca clarified, "You can cry and yell all you want. You don't have to worry about disturbing anyone. They won't hear you."
With that, Rebecca and Stephanie left the room and closed the door, as Angela was making another frantic, but futile, attempt to free herself.
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Angela had given up struggling. There was no way she was going to get out of this. She lay there completely naked, arms extended to the front corners of the table, bottom raised up and vulnerable, ankles held tightly together at the center of the foot of the table. She tried to move her butt, but it was held tightly in place; she could hardly move it at all. Looking in front of her, she saw the humiliating image of her naked bottom on the monitor.
Not only was she extremely apprehensive about the punishment she knew was coming shortly, she was dismayed by the way things had turned around. She thought SHE was going to be the one doing the spanking. She had gotten almost insanely horny with the anticipation of spanking Stephanie. They had used her desires against her; she had been such a fool! She knew she was going to pay dearly for letting her wild lust override her intelligence. She should have seen this coming!!
She felt like crying, but in the back of her mind she was thinking she would be crying soon enough anyway, so why cry now? It was not a comforting thought.
She kept glancing around the room, first back to the spanking machine with it's nasty looking straps all ready for action, then to the monitor, wishing she could turn the damned thing off so she didn't have to keep seeing her naked rear end.
She wondered how long she was going to have to wait there before something happened. Not for long, as it turned out.
She saw someone approach the exercise bike displayed in the corner of the monitor. Realizing it was her mother, she tensed up. She knew things were about to begin.
Her mom got onto the bike. Rebecca (damn her!!!) was standing there talking to her, apparently helping her get her workout program set up. Then Rebecca walked away and her mother started pedaling. The number shown in the upper right corner of the screen changed from 0 to 1. A motor sound came from the spanking machine; it made her jump. Apparently the thing was active now.
As her mother pedaled, the number on the monitor climbed to 2, then to 3. So far the machine hadn't hit her. She hoped that maybe it wouldn't work!!! The number was at 4 now. Still nothing - so far so good!
THWAAAAKKKK!
"OUCH!!!"
"Damn it, that HURT!" Angela thought, the bottom of her left cheek stinging.
She looked at the monitor and saw a red welt forming on the lower part of her left cheek, right where she sits.
Angela noticed the number on the screen had climbed to 5. She braced herself, but nothing happened. Just as she started to relax a little ...
THWAAAAKKKK!
"FUCK!!!"
It got the underside of her right cheek that time. Damn, it stung!
Angela carefully studied the cuffs which bound her, hoping to find some way out that she had previously missed. She was not successful.
THWAAAAKKKK!
This time she was struck on the upper part of her left cheek, at the "top of the hill".
On the monitor, she now saw three welts on her backside.
She didn't have to wait too long for ...
THWAAAAKKKK!
As she expected, this was on her upper right cheek.
She looked at her mother riding the exercise bike. "Damn it, Mom," she thought, "get OFF that thing!"
She noticed that below the red 5, which had not changed, was a white '01'. She remembered Rebecca telling her that this was the number of minutes elapsed.
"Just ONE MINUTE!!" Rebecca realized. Her whole bottom stung now. The sting from the very first hit, while not quite as intense, had certainly not gone away. Rebecca had talked about a 30 minute exercise program. "That CAN'T be right," Angela thought. She didn't want to think about how badly her bottom would hurt after that amount of time!
THWAAAAKKKK!
The machine returned to the "sit spot" of her left cheek. It hit a little to the left of where the first hit had impacted.
Angela remembered wondering what a spanking felt like. Unfortunately, she was now finding out.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Just her and that damned machine! She could plead with it all she wanted, but she knew it would make absolutely no difference.
THWAAAAKKKK!
She looked at the numbers on the monitor. The upper number remained 5; the lower number remained '01'. "Damn it," she thought, "still on the first minute!"
She tried to move her bottom around to help "shake off" the stinging. She could move it a little, but not very much. It was strange seeing her backside shift back and forth on the monitor.
THWAAAAKKKK!
She looked at the monitor again. Finally, the minutes had changed to '02'.
Twenty-eight minutes left to go. Great.
Then Angela remember something else Rebecca had said. Something about a one hour exercise program. She hoped very, very much that her mother wouldn't be that ambitious!
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela glared at her mother on the monitor. "Why the fuck does she have to ride that thing?" she thought.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The stinging was getting worse. Even though there was a fairly long delay between smacks, the stinging just kept building up.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela tried to think of something else. Anything to take her mind off the stinging. Unfortunately, every time she looked toward the front of the table she saw her naked bottom, complete with welts. That made it hard to get her mind off the spanking.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Three minutes now. She wished she could stop looking at the elapsed time displayed on the monitor - it made time seem to go very slowly.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Again, she tried to concentrate on something else. She studiously avoided looking at both the monitor and the spanking machine. She tried studying the cuff on her right wrist. "How interesting," she thought. "Looks like high grade material."
THWAAAAKKKK!
"FUCK!!!"
She had been so engrossed in the wrist restraint that the smack had caught her off guard. So much for that idea.
Angela reflected that it was actually fortunate the machine wasn't always hitting her on the same spot. That would get very sore very quickly. On the other hand, this was making her entire bottom hurt.
THWAAAAKKKK!
She thought of Stephanie. "Damn that bitch!"
She needed to try something else. Maybe if she held her breath it would help?
THWAAAAKKKK!
The air rushed out of her. No, holding her breath did not help.
The pain in her unprotected bottom continued to grow. She didn't know how much longer this could go on before she'd start crying. Only four minutes had elapsed now. She had such a long way to go. She feared by the time thirty minutes had gone by, she'd be crying like a little girl.
She glared at the image of her mother again. "Damn it, Mom, STOP PEDALING!"
Her mother continued.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"Please - get off that FUCKING BIKE!" she yelled, still glaring at the screen.
Her mother just ignored her and continued pedaling.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"Please, mom, please stop!!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
The spanking continued, minute after minute, the pain and stinging growing with each hit. Angela stoically hold back her tears, although her eyes were getting moist.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Rebecca was talking to Stephanie. "OK, I guess it's time. I can't believe I let you talk me into this!"
Stephanie replied, "Just remember how it'll make her feel!"
Rebecca said, "Yeah, not great I'll bet!"
They smiled at each other. Then Rebecca said, "Hey, keep an eye on things for me, will you?"
"Sure."
Rebecca then walked off.
The spanking had now been going on for fifteen minutes. Despite the extreme discomfort, Angela still wasn't crying. Seeing the elapsed time, she realized she was only halfway there, assuming her mother stopped after a half hour ("Please Mom, PLEASE don't go longer than that!!" she thought).
She looked up at the monitor and, for a moment, forgot all about the spanking. The screen was no longer displaying her rear end. It took her a few seconds to understand what she was seeing.
It was Rebecca. She was stark naked with her legs spread wide. The area between her legs was centered on the screen. She was getting herself off!!!
"WHAT THE FUCK?????" Angela thought. Here she was, her bottom blazing with pain, and this FUCKING WHORE CUNT was there enjoying herself and flaunting it to her!!! Angela wanted to look away from the screen, but just couldn't.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"GOD THAT HURTS!!!"
Her fury of seeing Rebecca like that, obviously taunting her, made the pain that much worse.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rebecca continued going at it, hungrily satisfying her desires. Angela seethed with anger.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She struggled hard against her bonds, pulling with all her might. But she wasn't going anywhere. She was going to stay bound to the table, getting her ass ravaged, while Rebecca was in a state of bliss.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"I HATE YOU!!!!!" Angela shouted at Rebecca's image on the screen.
She tried to steel herself against the pain, but it just wasn't working. It just kept getting worse. She started to cry, the pain and anger overwhelming her.
THWAAAAKKKK!
With tears falling, Angela glared at the screen. Had looks been able to kill, Rebecca would have been vaporized. Instead, she continued to masturbate with abandon.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela was fighting against her tears, trying to keep her crying under control. She thought again about Stephanie, realizing that she herself was getting exactly what she wanted to give that girl. It wasn't fair!!
THWAAAAKKKK!
She kept watching Rebecca; she couldn't help it. Rebecca looked like she was in seventh heaven.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As she continued to watch Rebecca with her enthusiastic self-gratification, she thought about how the bitch had used her own mother to control her spanking. It was so sick!
THWAAAAKKKK!
"STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Come on, Mom, you've had enough exercise!!!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She knew her mother was not aware that she was severely punishing her daughter, but she really, really wished that her mom would GET OFF THE FUCKING BIKE.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Rebecca's eyes were closed and her mouth was open, like she was moaning with pleasure. Angela couldn't stand it! She was crying harder now, desperately trying to hang on to some semblance of control.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela wished she would have belted Rebecca longer and harder when she had the chance!!! Damn that bitch!!!
THWAAAAKKKK!
Her bottom was covered with welts upon welts; the stinging was horrendous. God how she wished it was Rebecca who was restrained on the table. She'd ask her mother to ride the exercise bike for HOURS. Then, after her mom was worn out, she'd ride it herself for several MORE hours!!
THWAAAAKKKK!
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" Angela yelled in pain.
Rebecca continued to masturbate frenetically, tormenting Angela without mercy. Angela, her bottom suffering terribly from the incessant blows, watched her through tears of anguish.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Rebecca was really bucking her hips now. Angela's pain grew with Rebecca's pleasure.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Rebecca appeared to be approaching climax. Angela's loathing toward her was beyond description.
THWAAAAKKKK!
As she watched the monitor, she saw Rebecca nearly convulsing, then relaxing with a look of complete fulfillment. She had obviously had an orgasm. This was too much for Angela. All semblance of control gone, she started bawling like a baby.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Through blinding tears, Angela saw Rebecca reach out.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The image on the monitor changed. It was showing her bottom again. God, it looked terrible! Bright, angry welts everywhere. No wonder it hurt so badly.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The relentless spanking continued, with Angela red-faced and bawling the whole time, until thirty minutes had elapsed. Then the machine stopped.
Once Angela realized the spanking was over, her crying started to subside a little.
Several minutes elapsed, then Stephanie came into the room. By this time, Angela had her crying at least somewhat under control. Stephanie walked up to the video monitor and pressed a button. "This is something I think you'll be interested in," she told Angela.
In a few moments, Angela heard talking. She hadn't realized the monitor had speakers. It was Rebecca talking to her mother! She listened carefully. She heard Rebecca say, "Before you leave for the evening, we'd like you to try out a new technique. We'd like you to pedal as fast as you can with zero resistance. I'll time it for you and tell you when to stop."
Angela realized what this meant. "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Her mother got back on the bike.
"NO MOM, DON'T!!!!"
Stephanie, still in the room, made sure the door was closed.
Angela's mother started to pedal.
The speed indicator on the monitor climbed quickly. It wasn't long before
THWAAAAKKKK!
"PLEASE NO!!!!!"
The speed showed 20 and was still climbing.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The second hit came only a few seconds after the first.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The speed was at 25, and seemed to be holding steady.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"PLEASE, MOM, PLEASE STOP!!"
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela was yelling now, howling with pain.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
With only a few seconds between smacks, the pain and stinging escalated rapidly. The relentless punishment continued.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
Stephanie couldn't help but to feel sorry for the girl. She knew what Angela had put her friend through, however. Although she was really getting it good, she deserved it.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela continued yelling, begging, and pleading. The thrashing continued unabated.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
After two minutes, the spanking stopped. Angela continued howling for several minutes afterward.
After a while, Rebecca reentered the room. Angela was still bawling hard. Rebecca walked to the back of the table to look at her butt. It was bright red, completely covered with raging welts. "Wow, I'll bet that smarts!" Rebecca thought.
Angela, seeing Rebecca and realizing her ordeal was over, gradually quieted down a little. Stephanie and Rebecca just stood there for a few minutes. Then Rebecca walked to the back of the table. Angela hated her so badly, but was extremely relieved to be released. Rebecca continued walking past the end of the table to the corner of the room. "What's she doing?" Angela wondered.
Rebecca picked something up; Angela couldn't see what it was. Rebecca walked to the front of the table and held something out for Angela to see.
It was a paddle! It was similar in size to the one her Aunt Ruth used on Rebecca. It looked just as thick and mean. But there was a difference. This paddle had an intricate design on it!
In the center of the paddle, lengthwise, was an erupting volcano. Red glowing lava poured down both sides of the mountain and flowed all the way to both edges of the paddle. Above the lava, bright orange and yellow flames leaped skyward. It was quite an impressive and colorful illustration. Angela could almost feel the heat emanating from it. She did not like the look of it at all!
Rebecca said, "Impressive, isn't it? It's custom made!"
Angela continued looking at it. The implication was obvious, but she just didn't want to believe it. Rebecca couldn't, she wouldn't, use that on her NOW! Her bottom was so sore and sensitive that even gently touching it would hurt!
Angela looked up at her, trying to convince herself that Rebecca was just showing this to her because the artwork was so impressive.
Rebecca confirmed her worst fears. "Guess what you're going to get now?"
"NO!!! YOU CAN'T!!!"
"I've been practicing - exercising my arm. That's really helped me improve my swing!" Rebecca said.
"NO ... WAIT!!!"
Rebecca went to the back of the table and held the paddle against the lower part of Angela's cheeks. She wanted Angela to remember this punishment for a long time - every time she tried to sit down!
"FOR GOD'S SAKE ... PLEASE, NO!!!"
Rebecca pulled the paddle back, then swung it hard against Angela's tender, sensitive bottom.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The paddle hit with a resounding crack. Rebecca's practice had paid off - she could swing the paddle very hard indeed! Angela yelped loudly. Had it been possible, both Angela and the table would have leaped 20 feet straight up.
Without delay, Rebecca continued.
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
These hard swats, on her raw and welted bottom, got Angela bawling again almost immediately.
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
"STOP!!! PLEASE STOP!!!"
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
Rebecca was hitting the same spot on Angela's rear end over and over. That area had grown deep red, much darker than the rest of her bottom.
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
Rebecca continued to paddle Angela without pause. Angela howled with torment.
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
Angela felt like she was sitting bare bottomed on a bed of hot coals.
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
Angela was yelling incoherently and bucking as wildly as her bonds allowed. Her unbridled tears were falling onto the table.
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
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***S***M***A***C***K***
Rebecca stopped the paddling and inspected Angela's bottom. She was sure it would be quite some time before the girl could sit comfortably!!! Then she put the paddle down and walked over to Stephanie. They stood and waited as Angela continued howling and wailing. Eventually, she started to quiet down.
Rebecca told her, "We're going to let you go now. Just be a good girl and don't try to give us any trouble. If you do, you've be very sorry!"
They freed Angela from the table and helped her stand up. Rebecca brought the paddle over to her, along with a thick, black felt-tip pen. She turned the paddle over. There was writing on the other side. In large, bold letters it said: "This paddle was used on the naughty bare bottom of ____________"
"Sign your name on the line," Rebecca told her, "and write big."
Angela started to glare at her.
"Unless you'd prefer being strapped back down to the table for another paddling."
Angela knew she couldn't possibly win if she tried to struggle against the other two girls. Thoroughly defeated, she endured this latest humiliation. She signed her name in large letters on the paddle. Now, anyone who saw it would know it was used on her naked bottom.
Rebecca said, "I'm going to hang this on the wall of my dorm room, with your signature facing outward for everyone to see."
Angela hung her head in shame.
Rebecca said, "You'll be interested to know that this whole thing was recorded from two angles. The camera attached to the spanking machine recorded a back view." Rebecca walked over to the video monitor and pointed. "You probably didn't realize there was a tiny camera here, too. That recorded a front view - your face."
She continued, sternly, "If you EVER give EITHER of us trouble EVER AGAIN, I'll distribute the videos. I'll send them to your relatives, friends, and anyone else I can think of who knows you."
Angela remained silent.
"As long as you don't give me or Stephanie any trouble, you don't have to worry. No one will ever see the videos."
"Unless," she added, "I want to watch them from time to time for my own enjoyment.
Angela, head down, just stood there.
"OK," Rebecca told her, "we'll give you a ride back to your apartment now. Like I said, just be a good girl and don't give us any trouble."
Angela, wholly vanquished, walked toward the door. She just wanted to get out of there and go home.
"Uh, aren't you forgetting something?" Rebecca asked.
Angela looked at her, puzzled.
Rebecca gathered up her clothes and handed them to her. "I think it would be better if you put these on first."
Once Angela had completed the somewhat painful experience of dressing, they exited the room. Stephanie, accompanied by Rebecca, drove Angela back to her apartment and dropped her off.
When Angela got inside, she stripped naked and lay on the bed, crying. She didn't sleep at all that night. It wasn't just the pain from her punishment. She kept thinking about all the things that had happened: how her lust was used against her, how she was fooled into recording a very revealing confession, how Rebecca engineered it so her own mother spanked her severely, how Rebecca had tormented her by masturbating while her bare bottom was being strapped, how she had to sign the paddle for anyone to see, how Rebecca now had incredibly embarrassing videos of her, and how she implied that she was going to use those videos of Angela's torment for her own pleasure. Angela had been set up so very completely.
She didn't even try to put anything on the next day. She spent nearly the whole time on her stomach. She was finally able to get some sleep though.
It took her several weeks to recover. How she hated Rebecca, and Stephanie as well! She knew there was nothing she'd ever be able to do about it though. They had videos of her bare bottom being punished and of her face throughout the entire ordeal. She couldn't risk that ever being sent to anyone.
Well, she knew what a spanking was like now, though she realized that what she experienced had been quite severe - not just a "run-of-the-mill" punishment.
She also knew that she NEVER, EVER, EVER wanted another spanking in her entire life!
As the days went by, Rebecca thought long and hard to try to come up with a plan for revenge. It was quite a challenge, however. She just couldn't find a way.
Angela's mother was a member of the fitness center where Rebecca worked. Rebecca considered telling her what happened - telling her what a monster her daughter was. But she knew that would be worse than useless. It was so unfair - if ever anyone deserved a long, hard spanking it was Angela, yet, from what Angela had told her, she was never spanked by either of her parents. They'd never spank their "princess".
Angela's mother often used the exercise bikes at the fitness center. Rebecca reflected on the irony of this, since a bicycle was at the center of her own recent experiences.
Eventually, Rebecca got to the point where she was ready to give up. She thought that there was just no way she was ever going to get even with Angela for her very painful and totally embarrassing ordeal. No matter how badly she wanted her revenge, she just didn't see it happening.
She tried to stop dwelling on it. This became a little easier as the pain gradually subsided. Try as she might, though, she couldn't help but to keep thinking about it in the back of her mind.
Then one day some fragmented ideas unexpectedly started to come together. It was enough to get her to refocus her attention on coming up with a plan.
After several days of hard thought, as well as some actual research, Rebecca had an idea. As she went through it in her mind she realized how outlandish it was. She tried to brush it off and stop thinking about it. It was a great fantasy, but that's all it would ever be - just a fantasy. She told herself that she had to stop her obsession with revenge no matter how justified it might be. The summer was going by fast - she would soon be starting her sophomore year at college! That's what she had to concentrate on; that was her future. As much as she would have liked to have gotten even with Angela, she had to accept the fact that it was simply never going to happen.
Yet as far out as her plan was, she was never really able to find any fatal flaws in it. For this reason, she failed in her attempts to give up on it. As it continued occupying her thoughts, she came to realize how difficult her plan would be to actually carry out - so difficult, in fact, that she couldn't possibly do it alone. She tried to convince herself that, for this reason, she really, really needed to just drop it! After all, she obviously couldn't involve anyone else in this. She would have to tell them what happened and that's something she'd never tell anyone!
This made her pause. She started thinking about Stephanie, a close friend of hers at college. They had both been in their freshman year. They hit it off almost immediately and soon became friends. Their friendship strengthened, but then something unexpected happened. Stephanie, rather than staying in a dorm like Rebecca was, had an apartment which she shared with a roommate. It was much roomier than a dorm, so when the two of them got together it was always at the apartment. The one evening when Rebecca and Stephanie were there things got a little weird. Stephanie's roommate was out and the two of them were drinking. They weren't drinking to extremes, but they both had a decent buzz. Rebecca didn't remember exactly what they were talking about, but they were laughing together. Then Stephanie put her hand on Rebecca's arm and looked at her kind of strangely. Rebecca was still laughing and feeling good. Stephanie was laughing too, but then she put her arms around Rebecca in a hug. Rebecca hugged her back, but then all of a sudden didn't feel right about it and abruptly pushed Stephanie forcefully away. Stephanie was very upset and apologized profusely to her. Rebecca was just as upset, thinking there had been no reason for her to flip out at her friend just because of a simple hug. She apologized profusely to Stephanie.
As they were apologizing to each other, Stephanie asked Rebecca if she could talk to her. Stephanie looked very serious and upset. Rebecca told her that of course she could talk to her. Then Stephanie told her about her feelings toward women and started crying, saying she didn't want to wreck their friendship. Rebecca calmed her and assured her she hadn't. As they talked further, Stephanie gave Rebecca very intimate details about herself - she gave Rebecca her trust and really opened up to her. Rebecca thought if there was anyone she could ever talk to about what had happened, it was Stephanie.
*********
It was finally time for Rebecca to go back to school. As she was getting settled into her dorm room, Stephanie stopped by. Her friend was a little taller than she was, with reddish brown hair and soft brown eyes. Rebecca was very glad to see her. After her ordeal, Stephanie's beaming smile lifted her spirits.
Stephanie told her about her new living arrangements. She was no longer sharing an apartment - she now had an entire house all to herself. In response to Rebecca's surprised look, she explained further.
In exchange for rent-free lodgings, Stephanie was house sitting for some good friends of her parents. She just needed to keep an eye on the place and keep it clean. It was an ideal arrangement for her. Stephanie invited Rebecca to stop over and see it that evening. Rebecca, intrigued, readily agreed.
Rebecca met her there and Stephanie gave her a tour of the place. It was a pretty good-sized home, and very well maintained. After the tour, they sat down to have a couple of drinks and talk. Stephanie filled her in on the events of the summer. While listening to Stephanie, Rebecca contemplated telling her about her recent painful experiences and her plans for revenge. But as Stephanie continued happily chatting with her, Rebecca came to realize that she could never talk to Stephanie about it. It would just be too humiliating and too revealing. She silently decided she'd have to keep it all to herself.
Once Stephanie had brought her up to date on her summer activities, she asked Rebecca how her summer was. Rebecca opened her mouth, planning to just say some vague things about having a nice summer. She got no further; as she looked at Stephanie's smiling face, she completely froze up. Stephanie, seeing her friend's face go blank, stopped smiling. Rebecca, realizing she was about to lose control, started to get up. Stephanie gently but firmly grabbed her arms and asked her what was wrong. Rebecca started to cry.
Stephanie, alarmed, again asked her what was wrong, this time more forcefully. Rebecca completely lost control and started crying with abandon. Stephanie, becoming panicked, tried to comfort her. She wanted to hug Rebecca, but was hesitant because of what had happened in the past. She very loosely put her arms around her and gently patted her back. Rebecca, in response, hugged Stephanie tightly, crying hard against her. Stephanie, desperate to calm her friend, told her it would be all right, while rubbing and patting her back.
After a few minutes, Rebecca's crying started to subside. Stephanie led her to a sofa and sat her down. She told her she'd be right back and quickly went to get her friend another drink. She made her an extra strong drink, brought it back, and told her to gulp it down. Rebecca followed her advice; the drink quickly took the edge off her troubles and blurred things nicely.
Stephanie sat down beside her on the sofa, placed Rebecca's left hand between her own, and told her to tell her everything. Rebecca made a few stumbling starts, thinking she'd pick out bits and pieces of what had happened, but leave other things out. Stephanie, sensing this, became more stern with her and told Rebecca to trust her. Rebecca surrendered to the situation and started to tell her friend everything. She told her about the pond, about swimming naked, and even about masturbating out in the open. Then she told her about being overheard when she shouted out while masturbating. She told Stephanie exactly what she had said: "Please don't spank my bare bottom in front of everyone!"
At that point, realizing just how much she had revealed, Rebecca turned away and hid her face against the sofa. Stephanie told her it was alright, and to continue.
Rebecca told Stephanie, "You won't want to be my friend anymore."
Stephanie replied, "Of course I will! We'll ALWAYS be friends!"
Rebecca, reassured, told her the rest, with all the details.
Stephanie was furious that Angela had caused her friend so much embarrassment and pain. "God, no wonder you want to get even with her!" Stephanie exclaimed. "I'll help you any way I can!"
Rebecca told her she had an idea, but that it was pretty bizarre and probably too difficult to set up. Stephanie was very interested, so Rebecca proceeded to explain it to her.
Stephanie listened with growing admiration. She was surprised and impressed. As the details emerged, her rear end started to tingle - a side effect of what she was hearing.
"Becky?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes?"
"Remind me never to piss you off!"
Rebecca grinned.
After Rebecca finished telling Stephanie her plan, Stephanie said, "God, that's clever! You've really thought this out! You're right though that it would be difficult to set up. Difficult, but maybe not impossible! Let's think about this!"
They talked at length, going over various details and nuances of Rebecca's scheme. They briefly considered trying for something simpler - a less elaborate plan for revenge - but they both preferred getting Rebecca's original plan to work if at all possible. Rebecca outlined some of the research she had done and some of the information she had obtained. They fine-tuned some aspects of the plan and came up with some ideas about how to overcome some of the obstacles.
During the discussion, Stephanie had an idea of her own. "Becky ..." she began.
Rebecca looked at her.
Stephanie continued, "I had a thought - an idea. I just wanted to run it by you."
"Sure - what is it?"
"Now don't get mad."
Rebecca, puzzled, said, "Why would I get mad?"
"I'm not sure you'll like the idea."
"I won't get mad - what is it?"
Stephanie whispered to her friend.
"STEPHANIE!!!!!" Rebecca's face was turning red.
Stephanie, defensively, said, "Sorry - I didn't want to make you mad. It was just a thought."
"I'm not mad, but ... I mean ... well ... for God's sake!!" Rebecca said, flustered.
Stephanie whispered some more to her friend.
Rebecca replied, "God, you're right - it sure WOULD piss her off. Royally!!"
They whispered some more to each other.
Rebecca, her initial shock now gone, consented to her friend's suggestion. "OK, I'll do it!" she said. She looked up at Stephanie and they both laughed.
One problem they struggled with was, even if and when they got everything set up, how could they get Angela there? They discussed this at length, finding it to be an especially difficult hurdle. They were able to come up with only one solution - a honey trap. They'd need to use some irresistible bait to lure Angela in.
Stephanie said, "I think I could draw her there. I'll be the bait!"
Rebecca replied, "I can't ask you do to that!!"
"No problem, I'd enjoy it! I'd love to help you get back at the bitch!!"
Rebecca said, "I'd be very, very grateful, but you should ONLY do it if you really want to - if you're really comfortable with it.
Stephanie confirmed her willingness. "Yes, absolutely!"
They needed some equipment to carry out Rebecca's plan. Conveniently, they had it sent to the home Stephanie was watching. This gave them a chance to work with it and get it all set up. During that time they also prepared the bait for their trap.
The key to getting the bait to work boiled down to Angela's motivations. They suspected that Angela's actions toward Rebecca were motivated not by malice, but by desire. It was their belief that Angela got turned on by spanking. If they were wrong about that, the bait would fail.
They arranged it so that Stephanie "accidentally" made contact with Angela and let her interest in spanking subtly slip. Stephanie pretended to be a girl who liked to be spanked. She had to be careful to make this all seem natural - like it was information that came out just by chance. It was tricky, but it worked. Angela immediately became interested in Stephanie, like a fish spotting a worm on a hook.
As the equipment preparations continued to progress, Stephanie got closer to her and directly asked Angela if she would give her a good spanking. This appeared to work; Angela looked like she was nearly drooling.
Angela, in turn, tried to cautiously feel Stephanie out. She told her, "Don't worry, I wouldn't go overboard." What was in Angela's mind was quite the opposite; she wanted to be careful not to reveal that, however.
Stephanie spurred her on, "No - I've been a very bad girl and I need to be punished severely. You should tie me down and really give it to me good!"
Angela thought she was going to have an orgasm just from the conversation. She said, "Are you sure??"
Stephanie replied, "Absolutely - I need to be spanked long and hard, so I'm bawling like a little girl. And even after that, you should keep right on spanking me. I really deserve it!"
Angela found it difficult to talk. She managed to mumble her agreement to help Stephanie out. She had taken the bait, swallowed it, and was in the process of being reeled in.
Finally, after a couple of months and a lot of work, Rebecca and Stephanie completed their equipment preparations. It was now time to spring the trap.
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While in school, Rebecca continued working at the fitness center some weekends. As her parent's home was only a couple hours away from the college, this worked out well for her. It was also an essential part of her plan.
The only customer-accessible area of the center was the ground floor of the building. However, the building had a finished basement just as large as the ground floor. There were plans to install exercise equipment there and open it up to customers. Those plans were at least a year off, however, so currently all the basement was used for was storage.
Underneath the basement was a sub-basement. While not as large as the basement, it was still pretty extensive. The one end of the sub-basement was closed off into a separate room. This finished area had been set up by the former building owners as a mini-theater, with a screen in front and seating for about 20 people. When Rebecca first started working for the fitness center she had helped clean this area out. It was currently empty, although it still had heat and electricity.
There were two ways to get to the sub-basement: a freight elevator and a stairway. Once it had been cleaned out, there was no reason for anyone to go into that area, so the stairway door was kept locked. The freight elevator required a key to access that floor. Rebecca had both keys.
Once the basement was opened up to customers, the sub-basement, including the former theater, would be used for storage. Rebecca was interested in using it for quite another purpose.
After carefully boxing the equipment, Rebecca and Stephanie hired a mover to take it from Stephanie's house to the fitness center, so it would arrive there before the center was open. Rebecca unlocked the building and had the movers, via the freight elevator, take the equipment into the sub-basement. They unpacked it there and got everything set up.
Now all that was left was to finish reeling in the prey.
Stephanie contacted Angela to make the final arrangements for her supposed spanking. She told Angela that there's a secret area where she goes. She told her there's a table there, where she can be fastened faced down with her bottom sticking up, all ready to be punished.
Stephanie said, "The only thing is, I want to keep the location secret. I'm sorry - I know I'm being overcautious. Once we know each other a little better, I'll be happy to let you know where it's at!"
Angela, her yearnings raging unchecked, told her, "It's fine; there's no problem at all if you want to keep it secret."
Stephanie asked, "OK, I'll take you there, but could I put a blindfold on you to keep the location a secret?" (Rebecca and Stephanie had come up with this idea to keep Angela from seeing that she was being led to the fitness center; they thought that would have made her suspicious, especially since she knew Rebecca worked there.)
Angela, ready to agree to virtually anything at this point, agreed to the blindfold.
Stephanie asked Angela when they could meet. As she hoped, Angela wanted to meet that very evening.
Then Stephanie, mentally crossing her fingers, told Angela, "There's just one other thing. I've only taken two other partners to my secret location. You have to understand - I have to totally trust someone before I let them tie me down to that table, because once I'm tied down, I'm totally helpless and at their mercy. Well my first partner wasn't willing to trust me in return. You know - trust is a two-way street! So I broke it off with them without anything happening. I'm not willing to trust someone that completely who won't trust me at least a little!"
Angela nodded.
Stephanie continued. "Now, my second partner did trust me, and I trusted her. She had me on the table twice, but she just wouldn't give me what I needed. She spanked me, and it hurt, but both times she stopped long before I got what I really deserved. I liked her, and I don't want to sound mean, but she was just too wimpy about it. When I say I need to be punished severely, that's exactly what I mean! As soon as I started crying, she stopped. I gave her a second chance, but it was the same thing. What I need is for someone to spank me until I'm crying, then to keep spanking me until I'm begging and pleading for them to stop, and then to keep right on spanking me."
Angela was losing her mind. Her lust was climbing to levels that made her head spin.
"So, before we head over there ... will you trust me, and will you give me what I need?"
Angela simply said, "Yes, I promise."
Later that day, Stephanie picked Angela up at her apartment. As they had discussed, Stephanie blindfolded Angela, who then lay on the back seat, out of sight. Stephanie drove to the back lot of the fitness center. Making sure no one else was in view, Stephanie guided Angela to the back of the building and unlocked the door using one of the keys Rebecca had supplied her. They entered the building and went down a flight of stairs to the basement.
Stephanie told Angela, "Sorry about the blindfold, but it won't be much longer."
Stephanie guided Angela through the basement to the stairway which led to the sub-basement. They descended the stairs, went through the door (which Rebecca had unlocked in advance), and entered the sub-basement. Then Stephanie guided her to the former theater room, leaving the door to the room open behind them.
"OK, you can take off the blindfold now," Stephanie said.
Angela removed the blindfold. They were in a fairly large room which contained a table and some things in the corner covered with a thick plastic sheet. The table attracted Angela's attention. It was black and had a soft padded surface. The center of the table was elevated, so anyone lying on it would have their butt raised up. There were leather cuffs at various points around the table for holding someone in place. It looked very sturdy. Angela, imaging Stephanie fastened down to it, was indescribably horny.
Stephanie gave Angela a "tour" of the table. There were wrist cuffs with ropes attached at the front corners, a waist belt just in front of the center point of the table, and a pair of ankle cuffs attached to a rope at the center of the far end. There were also two larger cuffs, one on each side, just behind the table's center point. These were designed to hold a person's thighs in place. It was clear that once someone was fastened down, they would be quite helpless.
Stephanie confirmed this. "See - once I'm fastened in I can't possibly get away. You'll be able to punish me for as long as you want, and I won't be able to do a thing about it."
Stephanie continued, "I really like you, Angela, and I'm almost ready to let you tie me down naked to that table and spank me. Will you trust me just a little first?"
Angela replied, "Yes, absolutely!"
"Well, what we'll do is gradually prove our trust for each other. Don't worry - you won't need to go as far as I will. I have to give you my total trust, but you only have to trust me a little."
This sounded fine to Angela.
"OK - there are three trust tests to perform. I'll go first each time, proving my trust first. Once the third is finished, I'll take off all my clothes, lie on the table, and let you fasten me down. Then you can punish me. "
Angela, feeling that she has never wanted anything so badly in her life, nodded and said, "OK."
Stephanie proceeded with the first test. "First I'll simply lie down on the table." With that, she got up onto the table and lay face down, her bottom raised suggestively. After a little while, she got back off the table.
"OK, now it's your turn."
Angela had no issues with this. She lay down on the table, which actually felt very comfortable. After lying there a little while, she got down.
"For the second test, I'll lie on the table and you connect one of the ankle cuffs - just one. Leave everything else open." Stephanie again climbed onto the table and lay face down. Angela strapped one of the cuffs around her ankle.
After a little while, Stephanie said, "OK, you can unbuckle it." Angela complied.
Stephanie said, "Your turn now."
Angela got on the table and Stephanie gently attached a cuff to one of her ankles.
Stephanie asked her, "Are you OK?"
Angela replied, "Sure."
Stephanie freed her ankle.
"OK, this is the last test. After this, I'm in your hands."
For the third time, Stephanie lay on the table.
"For this last test, connect one ankle and one wrist. Leave everything else open."
Angela followed her instructions, hot with anticipation.
"OK, you can free me now."
Angela unstrapped her wrist and ankle.
"You're turn," Stephanie said.
Angela, her goal seemingly only moments away, lay down.
Stephanie gently strapped her left ankle, then her right wrist, to the table. Again, she asked Angela if she was OK.
"Sure," was Angela's reply.
Stephanie moved to her right wrist to unbuckle it. But with no warning, she suddenly grabbed Angela's other wrist and strapped it in. It was so fast Angela didn't even have time to struggle.
"Hey, " Angela said, "what are you doing?"
Instead of replying, Stephanie walked to the back of the table and cuffed her other ankle. This time Angela tried to struggle, but to no avail.
Angela was getting nervous now. "Hey, let me out!"
Stephanie connected the waistband, but did not use the thigh cuffs. She called out, "OK, all set!"
Angela heard footsteps and saw Rebecca come through the doorway. "OH SHIT," she thought.
Stephanie was pleased this had gone so well. In actuality, it was all over for Angela once she entered the sub-basement. If the trust game hadn't worked, she and Rebecca, who was waiting quietly outside the room, would simply have wrestled Angela to the table and bound her to it. This was so much better though, having Angela, hot and bothered, being fooled into helping trap herself!
As Rebecca closed the door to the room, Angela said, "Let me the FUCK out of here right FUCKING NOW!"
Rebecca walked over to the corner of the room where some items were covered with a sheet of plastic. She pulled out an enormous paddle; it looked like a cricket bat, about a yard in length.
Angela looked on, horrified.
Rebecca told Stephanie, "I guess you may as well leave now. I can take it from here!"
Stephanie replied, "Wait! You told me you were going to give her a chance!"
Rebecca replied, "I changed my mind. I just want to start whacking her."
Stephanie said, "You have to be careful with that thing! It's too big!! You're only going to give her a few smacks with it, right?"
"I'm going to beat her with it until my arms wear out."
Angela was terrified.
Stephanie argued with her, "You can't do that!"
Rebecca replied, "Why not? Oh ... I see what you mean. Yes, this isn't right. Could you help me pull her pants down before you leave?"
Stephanie tried to argue, but Rebecca started waving the cricket bat threateningly at her.
"Just get out of here!" Rebecca said.
"Becky, I'm your friend! You promised you'd give her a chance!!"
Rebecca calmed down a little. "I'm sorry Steph. I didn't mean to get angry with you. Yeah ... I guess I did promise."
Stephanie, very worried, looked over at Angela and said, "If I were you, I'd do what she says. Otherwise, I'll have to leave, and then you'll be alone with her."
Angela, quaking, said, "I'll listen to her!!!!!"
Rebecca walked to the front of the table, still holding the cricket bat. She said, "The only reason you're not getting beat with this right now is because I foolishly promised my friend I'd give you a chance. I have to keep that promise - for her, not for you!"
"So here's the deal. I want to record a confession from you. A very detailed confession, telling everything you did the day you stole my bike."
Angela couldn't agree fast enough, "YES! YES! I'll confess everything!!"
Rebecca looked disappointed. "Well, if you do that, I'll have to let you go. I promised Stephanie."
Angela said, "I'll do what you want!!"
Rebecca and Stephanie pulled some electronic gear from under the sheet in the corner of the room. They set up a camera and focused it on Angela's face. Watching her on a video monitor, they told Angela to start her confession. Then they started recording.
Angela, quite scared, confessed everything in great detail. She even told how she whipped Rebecca with a belt after her aunt had left, and got so sexually excited that she went into Ruth's bedroom and masturbated until she came!
Hearing this, Stephanie and Rebecca looked at each other, strain showing on both their faces.
When Angela had completed her impressive confession, they stopped the recording.
Angela asked, "Would you let me go now, please?"
Rebecca and Stephanie could contain it no longer. The both burst out laughing.
Rebecca told Angela, "Boy, you sure are gullible!" With that she picked up the cricket bat and crumbled it in her hands. It broke apart into small pieces - it had only APPEARED to be made of wood! "So you bought our 'good girl, bad girl' routine!"
Angela, realizing that Stephanie and Rebecca had put on an act to scare her into recording a confession, grew red with anger. They had made a complete fool out of her! As she recalled some of the things she said - and that were recorded - her face got even redder.
Then Stephanie and Rebecca went to the corner of the room and uncovered some sort of contraption. They pulled the device over to the back end of the table, near Angela's feet.
Angela said, "Hey! You promised you'd let me go!"
Rebecca smiled and said, "Yes, and I will. Just not right away!"
Angela, with growing fear, examined the machine. It extended part way over the back of the table, with a horizontal rod running from one side of the table to the other. This rod was positioned several feet above the table, roughly in line with Angela's knees. The rod ran through two small wheels which were separated by about half a foot. Extending outward from each wheel was a long strip, about an inch and a half wide.
"OH FUCK," she thought.
"You'd BETTER let me go, right the fuck NOW!" Angela said.
Rebecca, ignoring her, nodded toward the contraption. "This thing's pretty neat! It took some ingenuity to get it working just right. Testing it was a real pain in the ass!" She chuckled. "I originally wanted to use wooden paddles - you know, because I didn't have a group of lady card players handy. But we just couldn't get that right, so I used these instead." She put her hand on one of the straps. "This is plastic - it's flexible. Believe you me, these mothers STING when they hit! It was bad enough getting smacked a few times testing it out. I'd sure hate to feel it when it's in full operation!"
"Shit ..." Angela thought, with a sinking feeling.
"Anyhow, the way this works is really slick! You see, the wheels operate independently, and they can rotate in both directions."
"What happens is this. The left wheel spins rapidly clockwise, delivering a smack to the underside of the victim's left butt check. You know, right where they sit. That wheel then stops. Next, the right wheel does the same thing - it spins clockwise and delivers a smack to the underside of the right cheek. Next, the axle the wheels are connected to moves forward a bit. Then it's the left wheel's turn again, but this time it spins counterclockwise, so the smack is delivered to the center of the cheek - the part sticking out. The right wheel does the same to the right cheek. Finally, the axle moves back to its starting position, completing the cycle. Then it starts all over again, with the left wheel spinning clockwise."
"Even better, the wheels move back and forth randomly along the rod. Within limits, of course. When it's properly adjusted - which it will be before it's used on the victim - the left wheel always impacts the left cheek, and the same with the right. The victim's legs are kept together just to be safe. It wouldn't do at all for an impact to occur on anything too sensitive!"
Rebecca continued her explanation. "The other aspect of this is that it's tied into data transmitted by one of the exercise bikes. Specifically, the tire rotation speed is transmitted to this machine. The faster the tire on the exercise bike is spinning, the more frequent the smacks. Fortunately, from the victim's point of view, when people use exercise bikes they generally have the resistance turned up, like riding uphill. That keeps the frequency of the slaps pretty low - in testing, it worked out to about one slap every fifteen seconds, on average. That might seem pretty slow, but it actually adds up to quite a few smacks - 120 in fact - over the course of a half hour workout. If the victim is unfortunate enough to have the rider of the exercise bike do an hour long workout ... well, it's probably best not to think about that!"
Angela pulled frantically at her bonds, but she could not get free.
"Let's see ... what else. Oh yeah - the intensity of the hit is constant, no matter how slow or fast the bike is moving. It always faithfully delivers the same hard smack."
"Well, I've gone over most of this now - just a couple more things."
Rebecca pulled the video monitor over to the front of the table and plugged a small device into the back of it. "If the victim gets bored, they can watch this. There's a camera mounted on the spanking machine pointing right at their ass." She flipped a switch on the device she had plugged into the monitor, and immediately an image of Angela's backside filled the screen.
"The last thing I'd like to mention is about the rider of the exercise bike. We had to decide which rider to collect data from to control this machine. Well, I came up with a great solution! Your mom is scheduled for an exercise session in about an hour. I thought she'd be the perfect choice! From what you've told me, she never spanked you, her 'princess', in your life. And look how you've turned out! Well, it's time to remedy that. She's going to be the one controlling your spanking. It's about time she gave her princess what she deserves!"
Angela was both seething with anger and very nervous.
"Time to make the final adjustments," Rebecca said. She and Stephanie carefully positioned and calibrated the machine so the flexible plastic straps were in the proper location - so they would correctly impact the target both when the wheels spun clockwise and when they spun counterclockwise. Next, they adjusted the limiters for sideways motion of the wheels. The wheels would move randomly from side to side, so that the strap did not always hit the same spot on the miscreant's bottom. The limiters constrained this sideways motion, so the straps would not go "out of bounds" - each strap would always strike its target cheek.
Rebecca told Angela, "Now, don't get nervous, but I have to run through one cycle to make sure everything's correctly set up. Just stay where you are, this will only take a minute."
She then turned the machine on and ran it through a test cycle. It delivered four smacks, each separated by five seconds. Each wheel gave one hit clockwise and one counterclockwise. Everything appeared to be in order.
Angela felt the sting from the plastic straps though her jeans. It wasn't terrible, but she didn't relish the idea of getting lots of such hits. They would start to add up and really hurt!
"Well, I guess we're all set!" Rebecca told Stephanie. "Let's head upstairs."
As they started to exit the room, Rebecca said, "Oh, I almost forget! Steph, could you give me a hand?"
They walked over to Angela and pulled her top off as far as they could, leaving it up at her wrists. Next, to Angela's great displeasure, they did the same to her bra. Stephanie then held onto Angela's left wrist while Rebecca quickly opened the left wrist cuff, pulled the garments off her arm, and then refastened the cuff. They repeated this with Angela's right wrist, allowing them to completely remove her upper garments.
Rebecca went to the foot of the table and removed Angela's sneakers and socks. Then, reaching under Angela's waist, she opened her jeans.
Angela, not enjoying this at all, said, "You'd better let me go - I MEAN IT!!"
Rebecca pulled her jeans down to her ankles. Her panties made the same journey.
They repeated the procedure they had used for Angela's wrists to get her jeans and panties completely off.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll get these back," Rebecca said. Then she added, "Once your mommy has finished spanking your bare bottom."
Angela, recalling how the straps had stung even through her jeans, was very worried. She said, "You can't do this! It'll hurt too much!!!"
Rebecca, appearing concerned, told her, "You have a point!"
Rebecca went to the table and fastened the thigh cuffs around Angela, just below her buttocks.
Rebecca said, "There, that should help. You're correct - getting hit by these straps on your bare bottom will hurt very much! You'll be pleased to know I've solved that problem. The waistband and thigh straps together will hold your ass firmly in place. That way, no matter how much it hurts, you won't be able to move your butt out of the way!"
Rebecca went to the monitor which was positioned in front of Angela and adjusted the device plugged into it. Two small images were added to the huge image of Angela's naked rear end. In the upper left was a small picture of an exercise bike. In the upper right was a red zero. Rebecca explained these, "Here in the upper left is the exercise bike your mom will be riding - just in case you're interested in watching the person who's controlling your spanking. The number over here is the current speed of the exercise bike. The higher the number, the more frequent the smacks. Once the program starts, another number will appear underneath the speed - that will be total minutes elapsed."
Rebecca and Stephanie moved toward the door. Rebecca turned to Angela and said, "There's one piece of helpful advice I can give you."
Angela, without much hope, asked, "What??"
Rebecca pointed to the side of the doorway. "See how thick this wall is? The door is also thick, and soundproofed."
Angela, missing the point, asked, "What's your advice??"
Rebecca clarified, "You can cry and yell all you want. You don't have to worry about disturbing anyone. They won't hear you."
With that, Rebecca and Stephanie left the room and closed the door, as Angela was making another frantic, but futile, attempt to free herself.
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Angela had given up struggling. There was no way she was going to get out of this. She lay there completely naked, arms extended to the front corners of the table, bottom raised up and vulnerable, ankles held tightly together at the center of the foot of the table. She tried to move her butt, but it was held tightly in place; she could hardly move it at all. Looking in front of her, she saw the humiliating image of her naked bottom on the monitor.
Not only was she extremely apprehensive about the punishment she knew was coming shortly, she was dismayed by the way things had turned around. She thought SHE was going to be the one doing the spanking. She had gotten almost insanely horny with the anticipation of spanking Stephanie. They had used her desires against her; she had been such a fool! She knew she was going to pay dearly for letting her wild lust override her intelligence. She should have seen this coming!!
She felt like crying, but in the back of her mind she was thinking she would be crying soon enough anyway, so why cry now? It was not a comforting thought.
She kept glancing around the room, first back to the spanking machine with it's nasty looking straps all ready for action, then to the monitor, wishing she could turn the damned thing off so she didn't have to keep seeing her naked rear end.
She wondered how long she was going to have to wait there before something happened. Not for long, as it turned out.
She saw someone approach the exercise bike displayed in the corner of the monitor. Realizing it was her mother, she tensed up. She knew things were about to begin.
Her mom got onto the bike. Rebecca (damn her!!!) was standing there talking to her, apparently helping her get her workout program set up. Then Rebecca walked away and her mother started pedaling. The number shown in the upper right corner of the screen changed from 0 to 1. A motor sound came from the spanking machine; it made her jump. Apparently the thing was active now.
As her mother pedaled, the number on the monitor climbed to 2, then to 3. So far the machine hadn't hit her. She hoped that maybe it wouldn't work!!! The number was at 4 now. Still nothing - so far so good!
THWAAAAKKKK!
"OUCH!!!"
"Damn it, that HURT!" Angela thought, the bottom of her left cheek stinging.
She looked at the monitor and saw a red welt forming on the lower part of her left cheek, right where she sits.
Angela noticed the number on the screen had climbed to 5. She braced herself, but nothing happened. Just as she started to relax a little ...
THWAAAAKKKK!
"FUCK!!!"
It got the underside of her right cheek that time. Damn, it stung!
Angela carefully studied the cuffs which bound her, hoping to find some way out that she had previously missed. She was not successful.
THWAAAAKKKK!
This time she was struck on the upper part of her left cheek, at the "top of the hill".
On the monitor, she now saw three welts on her backside.
She didn't have to wait too long for ...
THWAAAAKKKK!
As she expected, this was on her upper right cheek.
She looked at her mother riding the exercise bike. "Damn it, Mom," she thought, "get OFF that thing!"
She noticed that below the red 5, which had not changed, was a white '01'. She remembered Rebecca telling her that this was the number of minutes elapsed.
"Just ONE MINUTE!!" Rebecca realized. Her whole bottom stung now. The sting from the very first hit, while not quite as intense, had certainly not gone away. Rebecca had talked about a 30 minute exercise program. "That CAN'T be right," Angela thought. She didn't want to think about how badly her bottom would hurt after that amount of time!
THWAAAAKKKK!
The machine returned to the "sit spot" of her left cheek. It hit a little to the left of where the first hit had impacted.
Angela remembered wondering what a spanking felt like. Unfortunately, she was now finding out.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Just her and that damned machine! She could plead with it all she wanted, but she knew it would make absolutely no difference.
THWAAAAKKKK!
She looked at the numbers on the monitor. The upper number remained 5; the lower number remained '01'. "Damn it," she thought, "still on the first minute!"
She tried to move her bottom around to help "shake off" the stinging. She could move it a little, but not very much. It was strange seeing her backside shift back and forth on the monitor.
THWAAAAKKKK!
She looked at the monitor again. Finally, the minutes had changed to '02'.
Twenty-eight minutes left to go. Great.
Then Angela remember something else Rebecca had said. Something about a one hour exercise program. She hoped very, very much that her mother wouldn't be that ambitious!
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela glared at her mother on the monitor. "Why the fuck does she have to ride that thing?" she thought.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The stinging was getting worse. Even though there was a fairly long delay between smacks, the stinging just kept building up.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela tried to think of something else. Anything to take her mind off the stinging. Unfortunately, every time she looked toward the front of the table she saw her naked bottom, complete with welts. That made it hard to get her mind off the spanking.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Three minutes now. She wished she could stop looking at the elapsed time displayed on the monitor - it made time seem to go very slowly.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Again, she tried to concentrate on something else. She studiously avoided looking at both the monitor and the spanking machine. She tried studying the cuff on her right wrist. "How interesting," she thought. "Looks like high grade material."
THWAAAAKKKK!
"FUCK!!!"
She had been so engrossed in the wrist restraint that the smack had caught her off guard. So much for that idea.
Angela reflected that it was actually fortunate the machine wasn't always hitting her on the same spot. That would get very sore very quickly. On the other hand, this was making her entire bottom hurt.
THWAAAAKKKK!
She thought of Stephanie. "Damn that bitch!"
She needed to try something else. Maybe if she held her breath it would help?
THWAAAAKKKK!
The air rushed out of her. No, holding her breath did not help.
The pain in her unprotected bottom continued to grow. She didn't know how much longer this could go on before she'd start crying. Only four minutes had elapsed now. She had such a long way to go. She feared by the time thirty minutes had gone by, she'd be crying like a little girl.
She glared at the image of her mother again. "Damn it, Mom, STOP PEDALING!"
Her mother continued.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"Please - get off that FUCKING BIKE!" she yelled, still glaring at the screen.
Her mother just ignored her and continued pedaling.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"Please, mom, please stop!!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
The spanking continued, minute after minute, the pain and stinging growing with each hit. Angela stoically hold back her tears, although her eyes were getting moist.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Rebecca was talking to Stephanie. "OK, I guess it's time. I can't believe I let you talk me into this!"
Stephanie replied, "Just remember how it'll make her feel!"
Rebecca said, "Yeah, not great I'll bet!"
They smiled at each other. Then Rebecca said, "Hey, keep an eye on things for me, will you?"
"Sure."
Rebecca then walked off.
The spanking had now been going on for fifteen minutes. Despite the extreme discomfort, Angela still wasn't crying. Seeing the elapsed time, she realized she was only halfway there, assuming her mother stopped after a half hour ("Please Mom, PLEASE don't go longer than that!!" she thought).
She looked up at the monitor and, for a moment, forgot all about the spanking. The screen was no longer displaying her rear end. It took her a few seconds to understand what she was seeing.
It was Rebecca. She was stark naked with her legs spread wide. The area between her legs was centered on the screen. She was getting herself off!!!
"WHAT THE FUCK?????" Angela thought. Here she was, her bottom blazing with pain, and this FUCKING WHORE CUNT was there enjoying herself and flaunting it to her!!! Angela wanted to look away from the screen, but just couldn't.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"GOD THAT HURTS!!!"
Her fury of seeing Rebecca like that, obviously taunting her, made the pain that much worse.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rebecca continued going at it, hungrily satisfying her desires. Angela seethed with anger.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She struggled hard against her bonds, pulling with all her might. But she wasn't going anywhere. She was going to stay bound to the table, getting her ass ravaged, while Rebecca was in a state of bliss.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"I HATE YOU!!!!!" Angela shouted at Rebecca's image on the screen.
She tried to steel herself against the pain, but it just wasn't working. It just kept getting worse. She started to cry, the pain and anger overwhelming her.
THWAAAAKKKK!
With tears falling, Angela glared at the screen. Had looks been able to kill, Rebecca would have been vaporized. Instead, she continued to masturbate with abandon.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela was fighting against her tears, trying to keep her crying under control. She thought again about Stephanie, realizing that she herself was getting exactly what she wanted to give that girl. It wasn't fair!!
THWAAAAKKKK!
She kept watching Rebecca; she couldn't help it. Rebecca looked like she was in seventh heaven.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As she continued to watch Rebecca with her enthusiastic self-gratification, she thought about how the bitch had used her own mother to control her spanking. It was so sick!
THWAAAAKKKK!
"STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Come on, Mom, you've had enough exercise!!!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She knew her mother was not aware that she was severely punishing her daughter, but she really, really wished that her mom would GET OFF THE FUCKING BIKE.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Rebecca's eyes were closed and her mouth was open, like she was moaning with pleasure. Angela couldn't stand it! She was crying harder now, desperately trying to hang on to some semblance of control.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela wished she would have belted Rebecca longer and harder when she had the chance!!! Damn that bitch!!!
THWAAAAKKKK!
Her bottom was covered with welts upon welts; the stinging was horrendous. God how she wished it was Rebecca who was restrained on the table. She'd ask her mother to ride the exercise bike for HOURS. Then, after her mom was worn out, she'd ride it herself for several MORE hours!!
THWAAAAKKKK!
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" Angela yelled in pain.
Rebecca continued to masturbate frenetically, tormenting Angela without mercy. Angela, her bottom suffering terribly from the incessant blows, watched her through tears of anguish.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Rebecca was really bucking her hips now. Angela's pain grew with Rebecca's pleasure.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Rebecca appeared to be approaching climax. Angela's loathing toward her was beyond description.
THWAAAAKKKK!
As she watched the monitor, she saw Rebecca nearly convulsing, then relaxing with a look of complete fulfillment. She had obviously had an orgasm. This was too much for Angela. All semblance of control gone, she started bawling like a baby.
THWAAAAKKKK!
Through blinding tears, Angela saw Rebecca reach out.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The image on the monitor changed. It was showing her bottom again. God, it looked terrible! Bright, angry welts everywhere. No wonder it hurt so badly.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The relentless spanking continued, with Angela red-faced and bawling the whole time, until thirty minutes had elapsed. Then the machine stopped.
Once Angela realized the spanking was over, her crying started to subside a little.
Several minutes elapsed, then Stephanie came into the room. By this time, Angela had her crying at least somewhat under control. Stephanie walked up to the video monitor and pressed a button. "This is something I think you'll be interested in," she told Angela.
In a few moments, Angela heard talking. She hadn't realized the monitor had speakers. It was Rebecca talking to her mother! She listened carefully. She heard Rebecca say, "Before you leave for the evening, we'd like you to try out a new technique. We'd like you to pedal as fast as you can with zero resistance. I'll time it for you and tell you when to stop."
Angela realized what this meant. "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Her mother got back on the bike.
"NO MOM, DON'T!!!!"
Stephanie, still in the room, made sure the door was closed.
Angela's mother started to pedal.
The speed indicator on the monitor climbed quickly. It wasn't long before
THWAAAAKKKK!
"PLEASE NO!!!!!"
The speed showed 20 and was still climbing.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The second hit came only a few seconds after the first.
THWAAAAKKKK!
The speed was at 25, and seemed to be holding steady.
THWAAAAKKKK!
"PLEASE, MOM, PLEASE STOP!!"
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela was yelling now, howling with pain.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
With only a few seconds between smacks, the pain and stinging escalated rapidly. The relentless punishment continued.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
Stephanie couldn't help but to feel sorry for the girl. She knew what Angela had put her friend through, however. Although she was really getting it good, she deserved it.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela continued yelling, begging, and pleading. The thrashing continued unabated.
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK! ... THWAAAAKKKK!
After two minutes, the spanking stopped. Angela continued howling for several minutes afterward.
After a while, Rebecca reentered the room. Angela was still bawling hard. Rebecca walked to the back of the table to look at her butt. It was bright red, completely covered with raging welts. "Wow, I'll bet that smarts!" Rebecca thought.
Angela, seeing Rebecca and realizing her ordeal was over, gradually quieted down a little. Stephanie and Rebecca just stood there for a few minutes. Then Rebecca walked to the back of the table. Angela hated her so badly, but was extremely relieved to be released. Rebecca continued walking past the end of the table to the corner of the room. "What's she doing?" Angela wondered.
Rebecca picked something up; Angela couldn't see what it was. Rebecca walked to the front of the table and held something out for Angela to see.
It was a paddle! It was similar in size to the one her Aunt Ruth used on Rebecca. It looked just as thick and mean. But there was a difference. This paddle had an intricate design on it!
In the center of the paddle, lengthwise, was an erupting volcano. Red glowing lava poured down both sides of the mountain and flowed all the way to both edges of the paddle. Above the lava, bright orange and yellow flames leaped skyward. It was quite an impressive and colorful illustration. Angela could almost feel the heat emanating from it. She did not like the look of it at all!
Rebecca said, "Impressive, isn't it? It's custom made!"
Angela continued looking at it. The implication was obvious, but she just didn't want to believe it. Rebecca couldn't, she wouldn't, use that on her NOW! Her bottom was so sore and sensitive that even gently touching it would hurt!
Angela looked up at her, trying to convince herself that Rebecca was just showing this to her because the artwork was so impressive.
Rebecca confirmed her worst fears. "Guess what you're going to get now?"
"NO!!! YOU CAN'T!!!"
"I've been practicing - exercising my arm. That's really helped me improve my swing!" Rebecca said.
"NO ... WAIT!!!"
Rebecca went to the back of the table and held the paddle against the lower part of Angela's cheeks. She wanted Angela to remember this punishment for a long time - every time she tried to sit down!
"FOR GOD'S SAKE ... PLEASE, NO!!!"
Rebecca pulled the paddle back, then swung it hard against Angela's tender, sensitive bottom.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The paddle hit with a resounding crack. Rebecca's practice had paid off - she could swing the paddle very hard indeed! Angela yelped loudly. Had it been possible, both Angela and the table would have leaped 20 feet straight up.
Without delay, Rebecca continued.
***S***M***A***C***K***
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These hard swats, on her raw and welted bottom, got Angela bawling again almost immediately.
***S***M***A***C***K***
***S***M***A***C***K***
"STOP!!! PLEASE STOP!!!"
***S***M***A***C***K***
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Rebecca was hitting the same spot on Angela's rear end over and over. That area had grown deep red, much darker than the rest of her bottom.
***S***M***A***C***K***
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Rebecca continued to paddle Angela without pause. Angela howled with torment.
***S***M***A***C***K***
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Angela felt like she was sitting bare bottomed on a bed of hot coals.
***S***M***A***C***K***
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Angela was yelling incoherently and bucking as wildly as her bonds allowed. Her unbridled tears were falling onto the table.
***S***M***A***C***K***
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Rebecca stopped the paddling and inspected Angela's bottom. She was sure it would be quite some time before the girl could sit comfortably!!! Then she put the paddle down and walked over to Stephanie. They stood and waited as Angela continued howling and wailing. Eventually, she started to quiet down.
Rebecca told her, "We're going to let you go now. Just be a good girl and don't try to give us any trouble. If you do, you've be very sorry!"
They freed Angela from the table and helped her stand up. Rebecca brought the paddle over to her, along with a thick, black felt-tip pen. She turned the paddle over. There was writing on the other side. In large, bold letters it said: "This paddle was used on the naughty bare bottom of ____________"
"Sign your name on the line," Rebecca told her, "and write big."
Angela started to glare at her.
"Unless you'd prefer being strapped back down to the table for another paddling."
Angela knew she couldn't possibly win if she tried to struggle against the other two girls. Thoroughly defeated, she endured this latest humiliation. She signed her name in large letters on the paddle. Now, anyone who saw it would know it was used on her naked bottom.
Rebecca said, "I'm going to hang this on the wall of my dorm room, with your signature facing outward for everyone to see."
Angela hung her head in shame.
Rebecca said, "You'll be interested to know that this whole thing was recorded from two angles. The camera attached to the spanking machine recorded a back view." Rebecca walked over to the video monitor and pointed. "You probably didn't realize there was a tiny camera here, too. That recorded a front view - your face."
She continued, sternly, "If you EVER give EITHER of us trouble EVER AGAIN, I'll distribute the videos. I'll send them to your relatives, friends, and anyone else I can think of who knows you."
Angela remained silent.
"As long as you don't give me or Stephanie any trouble, you don't have to worry. No one will ever see the videos."
"Unless," she added, "I want to watch them from time to time for my own enjoyment.
Angela, head down, just stood there.
"OK," Rebecca told her, "we'll give you a ride back to your apartment now. Like I said, just be a good girl and don't give us any trouble."
Angela, wholly vanquished, walked toward the door. She just wanted to get out of there and go home.
"Uh, aren't you forgetting something?" Rebecca asked.
Angela looked at her, puzzled.
Rebecca gathered up her clothes and handed them to her. "I think it would be better if you put these on first."
Once Angela had completed the somewhat painful experience of dressing, they exited the room. Stephanie, accompanied by Rebecca, drove Angela back to her apartment and dropped her off.
When Angela got inside, she stripped naked and lay on the bed, crying. She didn't sleep at all that night. It wasn't just the pain from her punishment. She kept thinking about all the things that had happened: how her lust was used against her, how she was fooled into recording a very revealing confession, how Rebecca engineered it so her own mother spanked her severely, how Rebecca had tormented her by masturbating while her bare bottom was being strapped, how she had to sign the paddle for anyone to see, how Rebecca now had incredibly embarrassing videos of her, and how she implied that she was going to use those videos of Angela's torment for her own pleasure. Angela had been set up so very completely.
She didn't even try to put anything on the next day. She spent nearly the whole time on her stomach. She was finally able to get some sleep though.
It took her several weeks to recover. How she hated Rebecca, and Stephanie as well! She knew there was nothing she'd ever be able to do about it though. They had videos of her bare bottom being punished and of her face throughout the entire ordeal. She couldn't risk that ever being sent to anyone.
Well, she knew what a spanking was like now, though she realized that what she experienced had been quite severe - not just a "run-of-the-mill" punishment.
She also knew that she NEVER, EVER, EVER wanted another spanking in her entire life!
Re: Repost - Story: The Skinny Dipper
Epilogue
Rebecca sent the video of the confession to Angela's Aunt Ruth. She just wanted Ruth to know she wasn't a thief! Rebecca didn't know if she would believe the confession or not, although it went into such detail, she just might. She'd love to see the look on Ruth's face when she hears the part about Angela going into her bedroom and masturbating!
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While at school, Rebecca heard that her aunt and uncle were going to delay building for a year. That meant the pond would be available for the whole summer! She'd love to go swimming there again!
Rebecca told Stephanie about it, and how she was looking forward to going back there to swim. As she talked, Stephanie's soft brown eyes stared intensely into hers. Then Rebecca asked her if she'd like to go swimming there too.
Stephanie, continuing to watch her friend closely, said she'd love to. After a few moments she said, "I'll have to get a new bathing suit. Mine's starting to wear out."
Rebecca, staring back at her, replied, "You won't need one."
As Stephanie stared hungrily into her friend's eyes, Rebecca slowly approached her, then wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace.
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Since the day when Rebecca got stuck in her aunt's window, Angela had filled in several times for Ruth's game nights when one of the players was unable to attend. It was fun, but hardly compared to the enjoyment she had when they had punished Rebecca!
Angela got a call from her aunt asking her to fill in again. They were going to play cards in the evening, and two of the players, Brenda and Martha, couldn't make it. Ruth had a substitute for Martha, but she still needed one for Brenda. Angela agreed to play; it would be fun, but oh how she wished that when she got there, she'd find Rebecca, or even Stephanie, stuck in that window! Then she'd demonstrate what a REAL punishment was!
When she got to her aunt's house, her aunt was waiting in the driveway. She told her niece they were going to play at the table outside on the deck. They walked around the side of the house to the back. Angela glanced over at the window where Rebecca had been trapped, wishing she would see a bare bottom sticking out of it! Of course, there wasn't - the open window was empty.
Angela turned to look at the players sitting at the table. One of the players was someone she had never seen before - a large, powerful-looking woman. Kim said, "I'd like to introduce you to my sister, Carol. She's filling in for Martha this evening." Angela and Carol exchanged greetings.
Angela approached an empty chair to sit down, but before she got the chance, Ruth motioned to her and said, "Come over here, I want to show you something." Curious, Angela followed her toward the house. Kim and Carol stood up from the table and followed as well. Ruth turned toward Angela and said, "I know you'll be interested in this!"
A jolt of excitement hit her as they approached the open window, the same one which had trapped Rebecca months ago. What would REALLY excite her would be a chance to wallop Rebecca's rear end! She imagined swinging a paddle over and over again against Rebecca's bare ass. She'd paddle her until her butt was hot enough to fry an egg on. Then she'd leave her trapped in the window the whole night. Every hour, or maybe more often than that, she'd come out and whip her with her own belt - she so enjoyed that the last time! She'd give her more smacks with the paddle, too! She'd make sure to take lots of pictures, and post them everywhere she could think of!
As they reached the window, Angela wondered if, just by some impossible chance, Rebecca had gotten herself into another fix! She mentally prepared herself to try to steer her aunt in the right direction, just as she had done before, so Angela would get what she wanted!
There was no screen in the window. As Ruth, aided by Kim and Carol, guided Angela through it, she noticed her aunt's paddle sitting on the kitchen table. With her upper half resting on the kitchen counter and her lower half remaining outside, her aunt lowered the window onto Angela's back, and, with a small piece of wood, wedged it in place. This all happened so quickly Angela never even resisted.
Dumbfounded, Angela said, "What are you doing?"
Ruth went into the kitchen and faced her niece. She told Angela that she saw her confession and how furious she was about it. "You lied to me, you lied to my friends, you repeatedly manipulated me, you tricked us into severely punishing an innocent girl, you whipped the poor girl after I left, you got ... you got ... EXCITED by doing that, you used my bedroom to ... to ... PLEASURE YOURSELF!!" She stopped talking, her face turning crimson.
Ruth continued, "I've always felt your parents were far too lenient with you. But for you to turn out like this!!!"
"It's time you paid for your actions."
Angela, still in shock, quickly said, "Rebecca already paid me back! You wouldn't believe what she did to me!!"
Ruth replied, "Yes, I know. I've talked at length with Rebecca. But even if she has 'repaid' you, what about me and the other card players? You have a debt to settle with all of us. In my view, it's a very large debt!"
At that point, Rebecca walked into the kitchen. Ruth said, "Thanks for agreeing to fill in for Brenda. I would have let Angela fill in for her, but I'm afraid she'll be otherwise occupied."
Ruth asked Rebecca, "Would you mind if I used your belt?"
"Not at all!" she replied, removing her belt.
Ruth picked the paddle up from the table and said, "Thanks - just put it on the table here where she can see it. It'll serve to remind her what she's going to get once the card games are over and everyone's gone home. I'll let you stay and watch though!"
Angela, stupefied, continued to listen.
Rebecca laid her thick, heavy leather belt on the kitchen table, then went outside and sat at the table with the other card players. Ruth went out the back door and leaned the paddle against the wall aside of Angela.
Then Ruth, Kim, and Carol removed all of Angela's clothes. The girl, still in a daze, hardly struggled at all. Once she was naked, they tied her ankles down and returned to the table on the patio.
Angela heard one of the guests ask Ruth about taking pictures.
Ruth replied, "Sure, take all the pictures you want!"
Then the discussion turned to cards, and which games they wanted to play.
Ruth said, "Well, since we're going to be playing extra long this evening, we should have plenty of time to get all the different games in we want. Just for starters, how about if we play a couple games of Golf?"
One of the players asked, "The 9 round version?"
Ruth replied, "No, let's play the longer 18 round game."
The End
Rebecca sent the video of the confession to Angela's Aunt Ruth. She just wanted Ruth to know she wasn't a thief! Rebecca didn't know if she would believe the confession or not, although it went into such detail, she just might. She'd love to see the look on Ruth's face when she hears the part about Angela going into her bedroom and masturbating!
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While at school, Rebecca heard that her aunt and uncle were going to delay building for a year. That meant the pond would be available for the whole summer! She'd love to go swimming there again!
Rebecca told Stephanie about it, and how she was looking forward to going back there to swim. As she talked, Stephanie's soft brown eyes stared intensely into hers. Then Rebecca asked her if she'd like to go swimming there too.
Stephanie, continuing to watch her friend closely, said she'd love to. After a few moments she said, "I'll have to get a new bathing suit. Mine's starting to wear out."
Rebecca, staring back at her, replied, "You won't need one."
As Stephanie stared hungrily into her friend's eyes, Rebecca slowly approached her, then wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace.
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Since the day when Rebecca got stuck in her aunt's window, Angela had filled in several times for Ruth's game nights when one of the players was unable to attend. It was fun, but hardly compared to the enjoyment she had when they had punished Rebecca!
Angela got a call from her aunt asking her to fill in again. They were going to play cards in the evening, and two of the players, Brenda and Martha, couldn't make it. Ruth had a substitute for Martha, but she still needed one for Brenda. Angela agreed to play; it would be fun, but oh how she wished that when she got there, she'd find Rebecca, or even Stephanie, stuck in that window! Then she'd demonstrate what a REAL punishment was!
When she got to her aunt's house, her aunt was waiting in the driveway. She told her niece they were going to play at the table outside on the deck. They walked around the side of the house to the back. Angela glanced over at the window where Rebecca had been trapped, wishing she would see a bare bottom sticking out of it! Of course, there wasn't - the open window was empty.
Angela turned to look at the players sitting at the table. One of the players was someone she had never seen before - a large, powerful-looking woman. Kim said, "I'd like to introduce you to my sister, Carol. She's filling in for Martha this evening." Angela and Carol exchanged greetings.
Angela approached an empty chair to sit down, but before she got the chance, Ruth motioned to her and said, "Come over here, I want to show you something." Curious, Angela followed her toward the house. Kim and Carol stood up from the table and followed as well. Ruth turned toward Angela and said, "I know you'll be interested in this!"
A jolt of excitement hit her as they approached the open window, the same one which had trapped Rebecca months ago. What would REALLY excite her would be a chance to wallop Rebecca's rear end! She imagined swinging a paddle over and over again against Rebecca's bare ass. She'd paddle her until her butt was hot enough to fry an egg on. Then she'd leave her trapped in the window the whole night. Every hour, or maybe more often than that, she'd come out and whip her with her own belt - she so enjoyed that the last time! She'd give her more smacks with the paddle, too! She'd make sure to take lots of pictures, and post them everywhere she could think of!
As they reached the window, Angela wondered if, just by some impossible chance, Rebecca had gotten herself into another fix! She mentally prepared herself to try to steer her aunt in the right direction, just as she had done before, so Angela would get what she wanted!
There was no screen in the window. As Ruth, aided by Kim and Carol, guided Angela through it, she noticed her aunt's paddle sitting on the kitchen table. With her upper half resting on the kitchen counter and her lower half remaining outside, her aunt lowered the window onto Angela's back, and, with a small piece of wood, wedged it in place. This all happened so quickly Angela never even resisted.
Dumbfounded, Angela said, "What are you doing?"
Ruth went into the kitchen and faced her niece. She told Angela that she saw her confession and how furious she was about it. "You lied to me, you lied to my friends, you repeatedly manipulated me, you tricked us into severely punishing an innocent girl, you whipped the poor girl after I left, you got ... you got ... EXCITED by doing that, you used my bedroom to ... to ... PLEASURE YOURSELF!!" She stopped talking, her face turning crimson.
Ruth continued, "I've always felt your parents were far too lenient with you. But for you to turn out like this!!!"
"It's time you paid for your actions."
Angela, still in shock, quickly said, "Rebecca already paid me back! You wouldn't believe what she did to me!!"
Ruth replied, "Yes, I know. I've talked at length with Rebecca. But even if she has 'repaid' you, what about me and the other card players? You have a debt to settle with all of us. In my view, it's a very large debt!"
At that point, Rebecca walked into the kitchen. Ruth said, "Thanks for agreeing to fill in for Brenda. I would have let Angela fill in for her, but I'm afraid she'll be otherwise occupied."
Ruth asked Rebecca, "Would you mind if I used your belt?"
"Not at all!" she replied, removing her belt.
Ruth picked the paddle up from the table and said, "Thanks - just put it on the table here where she can see it. It'll serve to remind her what she's going to get once the card games are over and everyone's gone home. I'll let you stay and watch though!"
Angela, stupefied, continued to listen.
Rebecca laid her thick, heavy leather belt on the kitchen table, then went outside and sat at the table with the other card players. Ruth went out the back door and leaned the paddle against the wall aside of Angela.
Then Ruth, Kim, and Carol removed all of Angela's clothes. The girl, still in a daze, hardly struggled at all. Once she was naked, they tied her ankles down and returned to the table on the patio.
Angela heard one of the guests ask Ruth about taking pictures.
Ruth replied, "Sure, take all the pictures you want!"
Then the discussion turned to cards, and which games they wanted to play.
Ruth said, "Well, since we're going to be playing extra long this evening, we should have plenty of time to get all the different games in we want. Just for starters, how about if we play a couple games of Golf?"
One of the players asked, "The 9 round version?"
Ruth replied, "No, let's play the longer 18 round game."
The End
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Re: Repost - Story: The Skinny Dipper
Thank you very much for uploading again this story!
Do you have the other chapters?
Thanks again, much appreciated
Do you have the other chapters?
Thanks again, much appreciated
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Epilogue 2
Summer had finally arrived. Rebecca's aunt and uncle would be away at their vacation home until the fall. The weather was perfect - clear and very warm. Rebecca and Stephanie were heading to the pond in Stephanie's car. As they had agreed, neither of them brought a bathing suit.
Stephanie pulled onto the dirt driveway near the pond, then parked where her car would not be visible from the road. They proceeded down the trail.
They reached the end of the trail and walked to a place where they could enter the water. Rebecca looked at Stephanie expectantly. Stephanie smiled to herself. Her friend was still a little shy - Rebecca was waiting for Stephanie to start undressing, then she would begin undressing herself.
Stephanie tapped her forehead with her palm. "Oh, I completely forgot! Sorry, Becky - I have to quick run back to the car. Just start swimming without me. I'll be back soon!"
Rebecca asked her what she needed, but Stephanie didn't answer. She just turned and, smiling, told Rebecca she'd be as quick as she could. Then Stephanie trotted off toward the trail.
Rebecca watched as she entered the trail and disappeared into the woods. She certainly hadn't expected that. She was disappointed - she had wanted to enter the pond together with her friend. Still, she'd be right back, so it wasn't a big deal. Rebecca undressed and left her clothes on the shore. Then she entered the water.
The feeling was fantastic. She had forgotten what it was like! She started to swim, quickly getting over her disappointment that Stephanie was not there with her. In fact, after she swam for a while, the excitement and freedom she felt occupied all of her thoughts.
As she swam, she caught sight of someone on the shore watching her. She instantly panicked! She got down into the water up to her neck, so only her head was exposed. Then she realized it was just Stephanie!
She began swimming in her direction, unconsciously trying to keep as much of her body underwater as she could, but then she stopped. Something didn't seem right. Stephanie just continued to stand there, watching her. She wasn't smiling, either. Rebecca started to grow apprehensive.
Stephanie had her hands on her hips. As Rebecca watched, Stephanie motioned for her to come closer. Rebecca called to her, but her friend just kept motioning. Rebecca slowly approached her, with only her head above the water.
As Rebecca got nearer to the shore, the water became shallower. She would no longer be able to keep herself underwater. She started to feel very self-conscious. Her friend was there, fully dressed, and acting oddly. She, on the other hand, was butt naked.
Stephanie called over to her, still motioning. "Come here!" she said.
Reluctantly, Rebecca got out of the water and walked toward her friend. She resisted the temptation to try to cover herself, realizing that was silly. She felt extremely vulnerable, though.
She stopped a few feet away from her friend. She didn't understand what was wrong! Why did Stephanie seem so serious? She looked closely at her friend's face - behind her grim demeanor she could see a hint of softness in her eyes. Rebecca had a strange feeling of deja vu.
Stephanie walked toward her. Rebecca was getting nervous; she didn't understand what was going on at all!
Stephanie now stood face to face with Rebecca. With her right hand, she reached out and grasped Rebecca's left arm. Her grip wasn't too tight, but it was firm.
Stephanie told her, "Rebecca, you've been a very naughty girl for swimming without a bathing suit on!"
Rebecca was speechless.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to punish you."
Rebecca started to feel rubbery. It was like reality had slipped away and she'd found herself in some kind of dream.
Stephanie gently, but insistently, led Rebecca over to a boulder positioned near the shore. Stephanie sat on the boulder, still holding her friend's arm. With Stephanie sitting there fully clothed and in control of her, Rebecca's awareness of her nudity grew to the point where she started to blush. She tried to pull away from Stephanie, but didn't put too much effort into it. Stephanie maintained her grip on her arm.
Stephanie told her, "Now be a good girl and lie over my lap so I can give you what you deserve."
As overwhelming desire took hold of her, Rebecca just stood there.
"Now don't be difficult. You've been a very bad girl and need to be punished."
Stephanie gently pulled her over her lap. Rebecca didn't resist.
Stephanie put her arm around Rebecca's waist and placed her other hand on her bottom. She gently patted her.
As she felt Stephanie's hand against her bottom, Rebecca felt an electric thrill. She was so completely exposed. The anticipation of what she expected was about to happen excited her beyond description.
Stephanie rubbed her bottom gently. Rebecca's sexual tensions continued to build.
Then, her friend started to spank her. The smacks were not so hard that they were painful, yet they stung.
As the spanking continued, Stephanie talked to her from time to time, telling her things like she was a naughty girl, and that naughty girls need to be spanked on their bare bottoms.
Rebecca's rear end was getting very warm. This warmth, along with the continued stinging slaps and Stephanie's "authoritative" speech, drove her crazy with lust.
Eventually, Stephanie stopped. By this point, Rebecca was very wet ... and not from swimming. She had not climaxed though.
As Rebecca tried to get off her lap, Stephanie held her firmly down. She said, "No, just lie down. Just relax. We're not finished yet."
Rebecca stopped trying to get up and lay limply over Stephanie's lap.
Then Stephanie laid something in front of her - it was a small leather paddle. She said, "I'm afraid I may have to switch to this - my hand is starting to sting!"
Then she told her, "I'll give you a little rest, then I'll continue your punishment."
Rebecca's excitement started climbing again. As she lay there, Stephanie gave her light pats on her bottom. This drove Rebecca wild.
She began spanking her again. After a little while, Stephanie said, "It's time for the paddle - hand it back to me."
Obediently, Rebecca picked up the leather paddle and handed it to her.
She then felt the paddle rubbing against her backside. Soon, the spanking continued, but now with the paddle. It stung a little more than Stephanie's hand.
Rebecca's bottom was getting very red. It felt quite hot from all the slaps.
Stephanie continued talking to her from time to time, like she was a bad little girl.
Rebecca started whimpering. The stinging and burning had brought her near to tears.
Stephanie laid the paddle in front of her and told her she was going to have to spank her harder for a little while. "You've been very naughty, so you know you deserve this!" she told her. She laid her hand on Rebecca's backside.
After a short pause, she started delivering harder smacks.
Rebecca started to buck; this was becoming too much for her. Tears were beginning to form.
Stephanie stopped spanking her and said, "We're almost finished - there's just one more part to your punishment."
Stephanie pulled Rebecca's legs apart and placed her hand on her bottom. Then she slide her hand slowly down between Rebecca's legs and put her finger between her lips into the soaking wet region within. Rebecca moaned with pleasure. As Stephanie messaged her with her finger, Rebecca's moans grew in intensity.
As she was already very aroused, it didn't take long. Her moans became shouts of pleasure. Rebecca came ... and came ... and came.
Completely satisfied and drained of energy, she lay loosely over Stephanie's lap. Stephanie smiled with the pleasure she felt herself. She gently rubbed her friend's bare bottom.
In a little while, Rebecca slowly got off her lap. But before Stephanie could stand up, Rebecca straddled her and sat down on her lap facing her. She wrapped her arms and legs around Stephanie and held her tight. They remained in this embrace for several minutes.
Then they both arose. Stephanie got undressed and left her clothes aside of Rebecca's. Naked, hand-in-hand, they entered the pond together.
Summer had finally arrived. Rebecca's aunt and uncle would be away at their vacation home until the fall. The weather was perfect - clear and very warm. Rebecca and Stephanie were heading to the pond in Stephanie's car. As they had agreed, neither of them brought a bathing suit.
Stephanie pulled onto the dirt driveway near the pond, then parked where her car would not be visible from the road. They proceeded down the trail.
They reached the end of the trail and walked to a place where they could enter the water. Rebecca looked at Stephanie expectantly. Stephanie smiled to herself. Her friend was still a little shy - Rebecca was waiting for Stephanie to start undressing, then she would begin undressing herself.
Stephanie tapped her forehead with her palm. "Oh, I completely forgot! Sorry, Becky - I have to quick run back to the car. Just start swimming without me. I'll be back soon!"
Rebecca asked her what she needed, but Stephanie didn't answer. She just turned and, smiling, told Rebecca she'd be as quick as she could. Then Stephanie trotted off toward the trail.
Rebecca watched as she entered the trail and disappeared into the woods. She certainly hadn't expected that. She was disappointed - she had wanted to enter the pond together with her friend. Still, she'd be right back, so it wasn't a big deal. Rebecca undressed and left her clothes on the shore. Then she entered the water.
The feeling was fantastic. She had forgotten what it was like! She started to swim, quickly getting over her disappointment that Stephanie was not there with her. In fact, after she swam for a while, the excitement and freedom she felt occupied all of her thoughts.
As she swam, she caught sight of someone on the shore watching her. She instantly panicked! She got down into the water up to her neck, so only her head was exposed. Then she realized it was just Stephanie!
She began swimming in her direction, unconsciously trying to keep as much of her body underwater as she could, but then she stopped. Something didn't seem right. Stephanie just continued to stand there, watching her. She wasn't smiling, either. Rebecca started to grow apprehensive.
Stephanie had her hands on her hips. As Rebecca watched, Stephanie motioned for her to come closer. Rebecca called to her, but her friend just kept motioning. Rebecca slowly approached her, with only her head above the water.
As Rebecca got nearer to the shore, the water became shallower. She would no longer be able to keep herself underwater. She started to feel very self-conscious. Her friend was there, fully dressed, and acting oddly. She, on the other hand, was butt naked.
Stephanie called over to her, still motioning. "Come here!" she said.
Reluctantly, Rebecca got out of the water and walked toward her friend. She resisted the temptation to try to cover herself, realizing that was silly. She felt extremely vulnerable, though.
She stopped a few feet away from her friend. She didn't understand what was wrong! Why did Stephanie seem so serious? She looked closely at her friend's face - behind her grim demeanor she could see a hint of softness in her eyes. Rebecca had a strange feeling of deja vu.
Stephanie walked toward her. Rebecca was getting nervous; she didn't understand what was going on at all!
Stephanie now stood face to face with Rebecca. With her right hand, she reached out and grasped Rebecca's left arm. Her grip wasn't too tight, but it was firm.
Stephanie told her, "Rebecca, you've been a very naughty girl for swimming without a bathing suit on!"
Rebecca was speechless.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to punish you."
Rebecca started to feel rubbery. It was like reality had slipped away and she'd found herself in some kind of dream.
Stephanie gently, but insistently, led Rebecca over to a boulder positioned near the shore. Stephanie sat on the boulder, still holding her friend's arm. With Stephanie sitting there fully clothed and in control of her, Rebecca's awareness of her nudity grew to the point where she started to blush. She tried to pull away from Stephanie, but didn't put too much effort into it. Stephanie maintained her grip on her arm.
Stephanie told her, "Now be a good girl and lie over my lap so I can give you what you deserve."
As overwhelming desire took hold of her, Rebecca just stood there.
"Now don't be difficult. You've been a very bad girl and need to be punished."
Stephanie gently pulled her over her lap. Rebecca didn't resist.
Stephanie put her arm around Rebecca's waist and placed her other hand on her bottom. She gently patted her.
As she felt Stephanie's hand against her bottom, Rebecca felt an electric thrill. She was so completely exposed. The anticipation of what she expected was about to happen excited her beyond description.
Stephanie rubbed her bottom gently. Rebecca's sexual tensions continued to build.
Then, her friend started to spank her. The smacks were not so hard that they were painful, yet they stung.
As the spanking continued, Stephanie talked to her from time to time, telling her things like she was a naughty girl, and that naughty girls need to be spanked on their bare bottoms.
Rebecca's rear end was getting very warm. This warmth, along with the continued stinging slaps and Stephanie's "authoritative" speech, drove her crazy with lust.
Eventually, Stephanie stopped. By this point, Rebecca was very wet ... and not from swimming. She had not climaxed though.
As Rebecca tried to get off her lap, Stephanie held her firmly down. She said, "No, just lie down. Just relax. We're not finished yet."
Rebecca stopped trying to get up and lay limply over Stephanie's lap.
Then Stephanie laid something in front of her - it was a small leather paddle. She said, "I'm afraid I may have to switch to this - my hand is starting to sting!"
Then she told her, "I'll give you a little rest, then I'll continue your punishment."
Rebecca's excitement started climbing again. As she lay there, Stephanie gave her light pats on her bottom. This drove Rebecca wild.
She began spanking her again. After a little while, Stephanie said, "It's time for the paddle - hand it back to me."
Obediently, Rebecca picked up the leather paddle and handed it to her.
She then felt the paddle rubbing against her backside. Soon, the spanking continued, but now with the paddle. It stung a little more than Stephanie's hand.
Rebecca's bottom was getting very red. It felt quite hot from all the slaps.
Stephanie continued talking to her from time to time, like she was a bad little girl.
Rebecca started whimpering. The stinging and burning had brought her near to tears.
Stephanie laid the paddle in front of her and told her she was going to have to spank her harder for a little while. "You've been very naughty, so you know you deserve this!" she told her. She laid her hand on Rebecca's backside.
After a short pause, she started delivering harder smacks.
Rebecca started to buck; this was becoming too much for her. Tears were beginning to form.
Stephanie stopped spanking her and said, "We're almost finished - there's just one more part to your punishment."
Stephanie pulled Rebecca's legs apart and placed her hand on her bottom. Then she slide her hand slowly down between Rebecca's legs and put her finger between her lips into the soaking wet region within. Rebecca moaned with pleasure. As Stephanie messaged her with her finger, Rebecca's moans grew in intensity.
As she was already very aroused, it didn't take long. Her moans became shouts of pleasure. Rebecca came ... and came ... and came.
Completely satisfied and drained of energy, she lay loosely over Stephanie's lap. Stephanie smiled with the pleasure she felt herself. She gently rubbed her friend's bare bottom.
In a little while, Rebecca slowly got off her lap. But before Stephanie could stand up, Rebecca straddled her and sat down on her lap facing her. She wrapped her arms and legs around Stephanie and held her tight. They remained in this embrace for several minutes.
Then they both arose. Stephanie got undressed and left her clothes aside of Rebecca's. Naked, hand-in-hand, they entered the pond together.
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Epilogue 3
With an evil smile on her face, Angela watched the video. She knew if she was patient her efforts would pay off! It had been a simple matter to install several small cameras, complete with microphones, around the pond. The recording from the camera on the south side of the pond was perfect! She now had some bargaining power of her own. If Rebecca and Stephanie threatened to release the videos they had taken of her, she could threaten them right back with the release of her own!
Now she could move forward with her plan. All she needed was a little help from a few accomplices.
Unfortunately, this was more difficult than she had anticipated. She had to be very careful who she asked, since telling the wrong person would ruin the whole thing - the information could get back to Stephanie or Rebecca. She finally decided to go with a girl, Lisa, she knew from high school. She wasn't a particular friend of Lisa's, but she thought, correctly, that she would help Angela with her plan in exchange for some cash. Even better, Lisa told Angela about two other girls, Chloe and Heather, who would also help if paid enough. It had taken nearly the whole summer, but Angela now had everything in place.
She thought back to the punishment she had received at her Aunt Ruth's house, grimacing with the memory. Kim and her sister Carol had been on a hot streak, winning most of the games. Damn they could swing that paddle hard! Angela's rear end stung just from the memory. Angela had been howling so hard that her aunt, thank goodness, stopped the paddling halfway through the second game of Golf. Her punishment hadn't ended there, though. Her aunt kept her in the window the rest of the evening, her red naked butt on display the whole time to the group of card players. Her aunt had even let them take pictures of her in that embarrassing position! Fortunately, she asked them to never show the pictures to anyone else. But then, after all of the players except Rebecca had left, her aunt went into the kitchen and picked up Rebecca's belt that was sitting on the table. Angela had really, really hoped her aunt wouldn't carry through on her threat, but, most unfortunately, her hopes were in vain. Her aunt gave her a whipping which rivaled the one that Angela had given Rebecca months ago. No matter how hard Angela cried, her aunt kept right on going. Finally, after it was over, her aunt give Rebecca her belt and told her she could go ahead and thrash Angela with it as long and as hard as she wished. Angela, though her tears, couldn't believe it! She got a break though, deserved or not. Rebecca had declined to hit her even once!
It might seem natural for Angela to feel grateful toward Rebecca for her act of kindness that evening. What Angela actually thought, recalling those events, was, "The stupid little bitch. She had an opportunity like that and wimped out! Just wait until I get MY chance - she certainly won't get a break from ME!!"
Angela, hot with anticipation, gathered her three mercenaries and the materials she needed. Using two cars, but not Angela's SUV (as she feared it might be recognized by Rebecca or Stephanie), they drove to Aunt Ruth's house and parked in her driveway. Angela knew Ruth would be away for a few days, so it would be a perfect spot. The four of them left the vehicles, walked to the dirt driveway near the pond, traversed the trail, and hid in the woods near where the trail exited.
As she stood there hidden in the woods, Angela's thoughts turned to Rebecca and Stephanie. Knowing that the two would shortly be returning to college, Angela wondered how they'd be able to attend classes. They couldn't just stand there in the classroom with everyone else sitting down. That would attract too much attention. But it would appear equally strange to their classmates if the two girls were sitting on stacks of pillows. Angela smiled. She was sure the two of them would be visiting the pond today. All she had to do was wait.
An hour later, Angela heard rustling from up the path. Her quarry was approaching! Shortly thereafter, Rebecca and Stephanie walked by. As planned, Angela and Lisa came out of their hiding place and quickly threw a net over them. Her other two accomplices helped. In no time, they had overpowered the two girls. They pulled Rebecca out of the net, cuffing her hands behind her back as she emerged. Then they did the same to Stephanie.
They led the two hapless girls to the end of the trail, then south along the pond until they came a boulder. It was the same boulder on Angela's video, with Stephanie sitting down and spanking Rebecca, naked, over her lap. Angela put cuffs on Stephanie's ankles, released her hands, and told her to sit on the boulder. Stephanie complied, having little choice in the matter.
Next, they released Rebecca's hands and told her to strip. She balked at this briefly, but then, as Stephanie did, realized she had no choice and obeyed. Angela told Rebecca to hold her hands out in front of her. She then put handcuffs on her wrists, and cuffed her ankles together as well.
"So, Rebecca, you like being spanked by your girlfriend!" Angela walked over to a nearby tree and removed a small camera. "I'm sure glad I have it all recorded! As small as this thing is, it really takes great videos. The sound quality is excellent, too!
Rebecca and Stephanie looked at each other.
"I've watched the video several times. It's great, but I have one criticism - your girlfriend was being much too gentle! She really needs to step it up!"
"That's exactly what she's going to do now - give you the spanking you deserve!"
Rebecca and Stephanie, neither liking the sound of that, both stared at her.
Angela continued talking to Rebecca. "She can refuse of course. But, if she does, I'll have no choice but to spank you myself" With that, Lisa handed Angela a large wooden paddle. "And this is what I'll use. My friends here will bend you over that boulder, and then I'll give you a long, hard paddling. Then I'll ask Stephanie again. If she still refuses, I'll give you ANOTHER paddling. I'll keep doing that until she agrees. Get the picture?"
Rebecca just stared, wide eyed.
"Well, Stephanie? Will you spank her, or would you rather I paddle her and ask you again later?"
Very reluctantly, Stephanie said, "I'll spank her."
Angela sat a timer down near the boulder where it was easy for Stephanie to see. The timer displayed '2:30'. Angela then reached into a bag she had sitting on the ground, pulled something out, and handed it to Stephanie. It was a large, thick hairbrush.
"This is what you have to use. You have to spank her hard, and keep spanking her until the timer reaches zero. If you ease up or slow down, I'll take over with this!" Angela held the large paddle out so Stephanie could get a close look at it. "Then after I'm finished paddling her, you'll have to start spanking her all over again from the beginning!"
"Do you understand, Stephanie?"
"Yes."
"Get over her knees, Rebecca," Angela commanded.
Rebecca waddled over, her cuffed ankles making it difficult to walk, and lay over Stephanie's lap.
Angela told Chloe and Heather to hold onto Rebecca's wrists and ankles. "Even with the cuffs, in a little while she'll be thrashing around, desperate to get off her lover's lap. You two help hold her in place so her spanking doesn't get interrupted! And you, Stephanie, have to hold her down as well. You'd better not let her get off your lap until the spanking is over!"
Now that everything was in place, Angela said, "OK, Stephanie, get to it! Give the brat exactly what she deserves! And remember what'll happen if you let up the least little bit!!"
With that, Stephanie began spanking Rebecca hard with the heavy hairbrush. It made resounding CRACKs as it impacted Rebecca's bottom. Almost immediately, squarish welts began to form. These rapidly deepened in color.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Stephanie was smacking her at a rapid pace. She spread the impacts out over the whole surface of both cheeks so that no one spot would get too sore.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Soon Rebecca started whimpering and squirming. Stephanie wasn't holding back, as she was fearful of what Angela would do if she did - she continued to quickly deliver one hard smack after another.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Stephanie, aided by Angela's helpers, held the poor girl firmly in place over her lap so she could not escape her punishment.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
She continued raining hard smacks upon Rebecca's naked backside, which was now completely covered with deep red welts.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Rebecca, really thrashing about now, started crying. The timer still had a long way to go - it was only at the halfway point!
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Angela, glancing at the timer, thought back to an argument she had had with Lisa when she hired her to help. Angela had wanted to make Stephanie spank Rebecca with the hairbrush for five full minutes. Lisa had balked at that, telling Angela she was going overboard. Angela argued back, but then begrudgingly agreed to cut the time in half rather than risk losing her helper.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
The spanking continued. Stephanie somehow kept right on going. She was crying now herself, knowing how badly she was hurting her friend.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Had the other girls not been there, Angela would have reached inside her panties to get herself off. This was making her so hot!! She wished it could go on all day!
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
As the timer dipped below 30 seconds, Rebecca was crying hysterically. Stephanie was crying hard as well. Even with Stephanie keeping a very firm grip on Rebecca, it was becoming difficult for the other two girls to keep her held down.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Angela, glancing briefly away to check on the timer, was disappointed to see that it had just gone below 10 seconds. If it would have been up to her, she would have reset it back to 2:30 so she could continue watching Stephanie spanking the daylights out of Rebecca. Oh well, there'd be more to come later, she told herself.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
The timer reached zero and beeped loudly. Greatly relieved, but still crying, Stephanie stopped spanking her friend.
Angela and the others waited until Stephanie stopped crying and could talk again. Rebecca was still bawling.
"OK, Stephanie, I'll give you a choice. You can either go back to spanking the little brat or you can cooperate with me and do whatever I tell you. I won't ask you to do anything difficult - just answer a few questions and follow a few simple instructions."
Stephanie, although very worried about what Angela had in mind, knew she had no choice at all.
"You win - I'll do what you want."
Angela asked her, "Is that table you had me tied down to still in the basement of the fitness center?"
Stephanie told her, "No."
"Where is it now?"
Stephanie, with a sense of dread, said, "It's in the basement of my house up near the college."
Angela said, "See, that wasn't difficult at all, was it?"
They helped Rebecca, still crying, off Stephanie's lap and removed the cuffs around her wrists. They guided her over to a nearby tree, tied a thick blanked around the trunk, and then put Rebecca against the tree, facing it. Angela pulled Rebecca's wrists around the trunk and recuffed them. She wrapped a rope several times around her waist, then around the trunk, then back around her waist again and tied it fast. She did the same to her legs. This kept the naked girl tightly against the tree with her bottom held firmly in place.
Angela told Stephanie, "Now we're going to drive to your house. I'll leave these two here with your friend. Lisa will come along with us in the car."
Angela put the hairbrush back into the bag and pulled out a thick, mean-looking strap. She said "I did some research on straps. Supposedly, this is one of the worst!"
As she walked over to the tree, Rebecca started struggling to get loose.
Angela said, "Just calm down! I'm only going to give you three smacks with this - just a sample. I just want you to know what it feels like!"
Rebecca stopped struggling and waited nervously.
Angela lined up the strap with the girl's unprotected rear end, brought her arm back, and then swung hard.
The strap hit with a resounding THWAK!
Rebecca yelped with the impact.
Angela hit her twice more. Rebecca started struggling again; even though she had only been hit three times, the sting was unbelievable!
Angela handed the nasty strap to Chloe, who, along with Heather, would be staying with Rebecca. "You know what to do?" she asked.
"Sure," Chloe replied. "You'll call us every hour. If an hour goes by and we haven't heard from you, we're to strap her bare butt very hard with this for five minutes nonstop."
Angela replied, "Exactly - and remember to trade off every minute or so to keep your arms from getting too tired. That way she'll get it full force for the entire period."
Rebecca whipped her head around when she heard this. In a pleading voice, she said, "Stephanie???"
Stephanie started begging, but Angela cut her off. "As long as you cooperate with me, nothing will happen to your friend. She won't get spanked anymore - not even a single smack. Just do what I tell you, and I'll give these girls a call every hour to tell them everything's OK."
"On the other hand, if you don't do what I tell you, I won't make the call. Then ... well, you've seen a small demonstration. I'm sure you'd rather not have your lover getting thrashed with that thing for five straight minutes! I can't even begin to image how badly that would hurt! Especially with her butt in the state it's in from the spanking you gave her with the hairbrush!!" She pointed at Rebecca's deeply welted backside.
Stephanie again confirmed that she'd obey Angela.
Angela asked Stephanie for her car keys. "For Rebecca to use later, when she's released," Angela explained. Stephanie gave them to her. Angela sat Rebecca's clothes on the boulder, then placed the keys on top.
Angela removed the cuffs from Stephanie's ankles. Then Angela, Stephanie, and Lisa walked away, leaving Rebecca tied naked against the tree with Angela's other two helpers standing next to her. They walked back up the trail, then walked up the road to Ruth's house. There, they got into one of the cars. Angela drove off, with Lisa and Stephanie in the back seat.
They drove to the house Stephanie was watching; it was the same one she took care of the last school year. Once per hour along the way, Angela called Chloe and Heather to tell them that everything was OK - that Stephanie wasn't giving them any trouble.
When they arrived at Stephanie's house, Stephanie unlocked the door for them. She knew she had to do whatever Angela told her. She just couldn't bear to have Rebecca go through the severe strapping she'd get if she didn't cooperate!
They went down into the basement, which was divided into two finished areas. They walked through the first area, through a door, and into the second. The table was there - the same one Angela had been bound to when Rebecca and Stephanie had punished her.
Stephanie knew full well what was going to happen next.
Angela smiled at her and told her to strip naked. Stephanie looked nervously back at her. Angela said, "I made the last call a half hour ago. If I don't call again, in 30 minutes your girlfriend is going to get the whipping of her life!"
Stephanie didn't even try to plead with Angela. She knew it would do no good. Reluctantly, she took off all her clothes.
Angela said, "Now, Stephanie, lie down on the table!"
Stephanie slowly moved toward the table, watching Angela. She didn't like the look of joy and anticipation in her face ... not at all!!! She knew Angela would punish her unmercifully if she got the chance. But she simply had no choice!
"Please don't make me do this!" Stephanie made one attempt to reason with her.
"Get your ass up on that table NOW!" was the reply.
Stephanie lay down on her stomach.
Angela was almost dizzy with the intense lust that was building up. She was nearly there! All she needed to do was get her strapped down, and Stephanie would be all hers!
Angela said, "You've listened well so far. Just a little more and I'll call and tell them to release your girlfriend. Just lie there quietly while we strap you in. That's all you need to do - just don't try to struggle and your lover will be free!"
Stephanie didn't fight them at all. She lay limply as Lisa and Angela cuffed her wrists and ankles to the table. Next, they fastened the waist belt. Finally, they connected the thigh cuffs.
Lisa looked at Angela expectantly. Angela nodded to her and made a call from her phone. "Everything went well - Stephanie did as she was told. Hold Rebecca there for one hour to give me a chance to finish up here, then let her go. She can use Stephanie's car - I left the keys right on top of her clothes." Then she hung up.
Lisa said, "OK, time for me to leave." She looked over at Stephanie and said, "I don't know what you did to piss her off, but I'd sure hate to trade places with you!"
Then Lisa left. She had told Angela she'd arrange for a rental car to drive back with.
Now that she was alone with Stephanie, Angela's state of arousal reached almost impossible levels. She opened a bag, larger than the one she had left back at the pond, and started pulling things out. She had several paddles, a number of different straps, a heavy wooden ruler, and a couple of hairbrushes. As she imagined herself smacking Stephanie's bottom with all of these, she somehow grew even hotter. She looked over at Stephanie - naked, stretched out, bound, bottom raised invitingly - and nearly had an orgasm right then and there!
There was just one more thing for her to do before she started. God, how she was going to enjoy this!
She took her phone over to Stephanie and showed her the log of the last two calls she made. The numbers were different. She told Stephanie that the last call she made - the one that sounded like she had told her helpers that everything was OK and to release Rebecca - was actually just a call to her own phone! If her helpers didn't get a call shortly, Rebecca would be strapped!!
"YOU PROMISED!!!" Stephanie exclaimed, struggling furiously.
"Just take it easy!" Angela said. "I'll call them! I just wanted to show you how completely in control I am."
"OK - you've made your point!" Stephanie replied. "Please, please make the call!"
"OK, OK, keep your pants on!" Angela smirked. "I'll call them right now."
Angela pulled out her phone and left the room.
She returned a little later.
"There - just as I promised. I've called them. I even recorded the call as proof, so you can hear the conversation. Listen ..."
Angela held the phone up for Stephanie and played back the last call.
"Stephanie was a complete BITCH. Once we got here, she wouldn't even let us in the house! Apparently, she doesn't give a fuck what happens to her girlfriend. Well, we'll show her. There's been a change of plans. Rather than just strapping her for five minutes, spank her hard with the hairbrush for five minutes first. I've left it in the bag for you. THEN give her five minutes with the strap! She deserves it for having such a bitch for a girlfriend!!"
In the recording, Chloe replied, "Are you sure? That seems pretty severe!"
Angela's voice said, "Record the whole thing on camera - it's still sitting there. If you follow through and really give it to her, I'll give you both triple the amount we originally agreed on."
"Triple!! Wow, yeah!! You got it. Yes - we'll give it to her good!!!"
On the recording, Angela said "Wait 15 minutes first, and then let her have it!"
Chloe agreed, and the recording ended.
Stephanie was utterly appalled. "God NO, Angela - YOU PROMISED!!!"
Angela just smiled and said, "Boy, is your lover ever going to get it! There isn't a thing you can do about it either. What's really great is that you cooperated with us all for nothing. Your girlfriend's going to get it anyway, and since you were such a fool, so will you!"
Pointing to her spanking implements, Angela said, "You see all these? I'm going to get a whole lot of use out of every single one of them!"
Angela removed her watch and sat it on the table where Stephanie could see it. It was in stopwatch mode, counting down from 12 minutes.
"I started this counting down from 15 minutes right after I made the call. When it reaches zero, Rebecca will get her punishment. I thought you'd like to know when that happens, so I'll let you see the countdown. In fact, when it reaches zero, YOUR punishment will start as well."
Angela picked up a large wooden paddle. "When your ass is on fire, you can think about the severe spanking your lover's getting right at the same time!"
The watch inexorably counted down. As it approached zero, Stephanie was very, very nervous. Angela held the paddle in preparation against her upturned bottom, waiting for the countdown to finish. Stephanie glanced up at Angela's face and saw that her expression had become even more intense - she now had a look of raw, wild lust. An anxious thought raced through Stephanie's mind: "What if ..."
With an evil smile on her face, Angela watched the video. She knew if she was patient her efforts would pay off! It had been a simple matter to install several small cameras, complete with microphones, around the pond. The recording from the camera on the south side of the pond was perfect! She now had some bargaining power of her own. If Rebecca and Stephanie threatened to release the videos they had taken of her, she could threaten them right back with the release of her own!
Now she could move forward with her plan. All she needed was a little help from a few accomplices.
Unfortunately, this was more difficult than she had anticipated. She had to be very careful who she asked, since telling the wrong person would ruin the whole thing - the information could get back to Stephanie or Rebecca. She finally decided to go with a girl, Lisa, she knew from high school. She wasn't a particular friend of Lisa's, but she thought, correctly, that she would help Angela with her plan in exchange for some cash. Even better, Lisa told Angela about two other girls, Chloe and Heather, who would also help if paid enough. It had taken nearly the whole summer, but Angela now had everything in place.
She thought back to the punishment she had received at her Aunt Ruth's house, grimacing with the memory. Kim and her sister Carol had been on a hot streak, winning most of the games. Damn they could swing that paddle hard! Angela's rear end stung just from the memory. Angela had been howling so hard that her aunt, thank goodness, stopped the paddling halfway through the second game of Golf. Her punishment hadn't ended there, though. Her aunt kept her in the window the rest of the evening, her red naked butt on display the whole time to the group of card players. Her aunt had even let them take pictures of her in that embarrassing position! Fortunately, she asked them to never show the pictures to anyone else. But then, after all of the players except Rebecca had left, her aunt went into the kitchen and picked up Rebecca's belt that was sitting on the table. Angela had really, really hoped her aunt wouldn't carry through on her threat, but, most unfortunately, her hopes were in vain. Her aunt gave her a whipping which rivaled the one that Angela had given Rebecca months ago. No matter how hard Angela cried, her aunt kept right on going. Finally, after it was over, her aunt give Rebecca her belt and told her she could go ahead and thrash Angela with it as long and as hard as she wished. Angela, though her tears, couldn't believe it! She got a break though, deserved or not. Rebecca had declined to hit her even once!
It might seem natural for Angela to feel grateful toward Rebecca for her act of kindness that evening. What Angela actually thought, recalling those events, was, "The stupid little bitch. She had an opportunity like that and wimped out! Just wait until I get MY chance - she certainly won't get a break from ME!!"
Angela, hot with anticipation, gathered her three mercenaries and the materials she needed. Using two cars, but not Angela's SUV (as she feared it might be recognized by Rebecca or Stephanie), they drove to Aunt Ruth's house and parked in her driveway. Angela knew Ruth would be away for a few days, so it would be a perfect spot. The four of them left the vehicles, walked to the dirt driveway near the pond, traversed the trail, and hid in the woods near where the trail exited.
As she stood there hidden in the woods, Angela's thoughts turned to Rebecca and Stephanie. Knowing that the two would shortly be returning to college, Angela wondered how they'd be able to attend classes. They couldn't just stand there in the classroom with everyone else sitting down. That would attract too much attention. But it would appear equally strange to their classmates if the two girls were sitting on stacks of pillows. Angela smiled. She was sure the two of them would be visiting the pond today. All she had to do was wait.
An hour later, Angela heard rustling from up the path. Her quarry was approaching! Shortly thereafter, Rebecca and Stephanie walked by. As planned, Angela and Lisa came out of their hiding place and quickly threw a net over them. Her other two accomplices helped. In no time, they had overpowered the two girls. They pulled Rebecca out of the net, cuffing her hands behind her back as she emerged. Then they did the same to Stephanie.
They led the two hapless girls to the end of the trail, then south along the pond until they came a boulder. It was the same boulder on Angela's video, with Stephanie sitting down and spanking Rebecca, naked, over her lap. Angela put cuffs on Stephanie's ankles, released her hands, and told her to sit on the boulder. Stephanie complied, having little choice in the matter.
Next, they released Rebecca's hands and told her to strip. She balked at this briefly, but then, as Stephanie did, realized she had no choice and obeyed. Angela told Rebecca to hold her hands out in front of her. She then put handcuffs on her wrists, and cuffed her ankles together as well.
"So, Rebecca, you like being spanked by your girlfriend!" Angela walked over to a nearby tree and removed a small camera. "I'm sure glad I have it all recorded! As small as this thing is, it really takes great videos. The sound quality is excellent, too!
Rebecca and Stephanie looked at each other.
"I've watched the video several times. It's great, but I have one criticism - your girlfriend was being much too gentle! She really needs to step it up!"
"That's exactly what she's going to do now - give you the spanking you deserve!"
Rebecca and Stephanie, neither liking the sound of that, both stared at her.
Angela continued talking to Rebecca. "She can refuse of course. But, if she does, I'll have no choice but to spank you myself" With that, Lisa handed Angela a large wooden paddle. "And this is what I'll use. My friends here will bend you over that boulder, and then I'll give you a long, hard paddling. Then I'll ask Stephanie again. If she still refuses, I'll give you ANOTHER paddling. I'll keep doing that until she agrees. Get the picture?"
Rebecca just stared, wide eyed.
"Well, Stephanie? Will you spank her, or would you rather I paddle her and ask you again later?"
Very reluctantly, Stephanie said, "I'll spank her."
Angela sat a timer down near the boulder where it was easy for Stephanie to see. The timer displayed '2:30'. Angela then reached into a bag she had sitting on the ground, pulled something out, and handed it to Stephanie. It was a large, thick hairbrush.
"This is what you have to use. You have to spank her hard, and keep spanking her until the timer reaches zero. If you ease up or slow down, I'll take over with this!" Angela held the large paddle out so Stephanie could get a close look at it. "Then after I'm finished paddling her, you'll have to start spanking her all over again from the beginning!"
"Do you understand, Stephanie?"
"Yes."
"Get over her knees, Rebecca," Angela commanded.
Rebecca waddled over, her cuffed ankles making it difficult to walk, and lay over Stephanie's lap.
Angela told Chloe and Heather to hold onto Rebecca's wrists and ankles. "Even with the cuffs, in a little while she'll be thrashing around, desperate to get off her lover's lap. You two help hold her in place so her spanking doesn't get interrupted! And you, Stephanie, have to hold her down as well. You'd better not let her get off your lap until the spanking is over!"
Now that everything was in place, Angela said, "OK, Stephanie, get to it! Give the brat exactly what she deserves! And remember what'll happen if you let up the least little bit!!"
With that, Stephanie began spanking Rebecca hard with the heavy hairbrush. It made resounding CRACKs as it impacted Rebecca's bottom. Almost immediately, squarish welts began to form. These rapidly deepened in color.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Stephanie was smacking her at a rapid pace. She spread the impacts out over the whole surface of both cheeks so that no one spot would get too sore.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Soon Rebecca started whimpering and squirming. Stephanie wasn't holding back, as she was fearful of what Angela would do if she did - she continued to quickly deliver one hard smack after another.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Stephanie, aided by Angela's helpers, held the poor girl firmly in place over her lap so she could not escape her punishment.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
She continued raining hard smacks upon Rebecca's naked backside, which was now completely covered with deep red welts.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Rebecca, really thrashing about now, started crying. The timer still had a long way to go - it was only at the halfway point!
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Angela, glancing at the timer, thought back to an argument she had had with Lisa when she hired her to help. Angela had wanted to make Stephanie spank Rebecca with the hairbrush for five full minutes. Lisa had balked at that, telling Angela she was going overboard. Angela argued back, but then begrudgingly agreed to cut the time in half rather than risk losing her helper.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
The spanking continued. Stephanie somehow kept right on going. She was crying now herself, knowing how badly she was hurting her friend.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Had the other girls not been there, Angela would have reached inside her panties to get herself off. This was making her so hot!! She wished it could go on all day!
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
As the timer dipped below 30 seconds, Rebecca was crying hysterically. Stephanie was crying hard as well. Even with Stephanie keeping a very firm grip on Rebecca, it was becoming difficult for the other two girls to keep her held down.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
Angela, glancing briefly away to check on the timer, was disappointed to see that it had just gone below 10 seconds. If it would have been up to her, she would have reset it back to 2:30 so she could continue watching Stephanie spanking the daylights out of Rebecca. Oh well, there'd be more to come later, she told herself.
CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK
The timer reached zero and beeped loudly. Greatly relieved, but still crying, Stephanie stopped spanking her friend.
Angela and the others waited until Stephanie stopped crying and could talk again. Rebecca was still bawling.
"OK, Stephanie, I'll give you a choice. You can either go back to spanking the little brat or you can cooperate with me and do whatever I tell you. I won't ask you to do anything difficult - just answer a few questions and follow a few simple instructions."
Stephanie, although very worried about what Angela had in mind, knew she had no choice at all.
"You win - I'll do what you want."
Angela asked her, "Is that table you had me tied down to still in the basement of the fitness center?"
Stephanie told her, "No."
"Where is it now?"
Stephanie, with a sense of dread, said, "It's in the basement of my house up near the college."
Angela said, "See, that wasn't difficult at all, was it?"
They helped Rebecca, still crying, off Stephanie's lap and removed the cuffs around her wrists. They guided her over to a nearby tree, tied a thick blanked around the trunk, and then put Rebecca against the tree, facing it. Angela pulled Rebecca's wrists around the trunk and recuffed them. She wrapped a rope several times around her waist, then around the trunk, then back around her waist again and tied it fast. She did the same to her legs. This kept the naked girl tightly against the tree with her bottom held firmly in place.
Angela told Stephanie, "Now we're going to drive to your house. I'll leave these two here with your friend. Lisa will come along with us in the car."
Angela put the hairbrush back into the bag and pulled out a thick, mean-looking strap. She said "I did some research on straps. Supposedly, this is one of the worst!"
As she walked over to the tree, Rebecca started struggling to get loose.
Angela said, "Just calm down! I'm only going to give you three smacks with this - just a sample. I just want you to know what it feels like!"
Rebecca stopped struggling and waited nervously.
Angela lined up the strap with the girl's unprotected rear end, brought her arm back, and then swung hard.
The strap hit with a resounding THWAK!
Rebecca yelped with the impact.
Angela hit her twice more. Rebecca started struggling again; even though she had only been hit three times, the sting was unbelievable!
Angela handed the nasty strap to Chloe, who, along with Heather, would be staying with Rebecca. "You know what to do?" she asked.
"Sure," Chloe replied. "You'll call us every hour. If an hour goes by and we haven't heard from you, we're to strap her bare butt very hard with this for five minutes nonstop."
Angela replied, "Exactly - and remember to trade off every minute or so to keep your arms from getting too tired. That way she'll get it full force for the entire period."
Rebecca whipped her head around when she heard this. In a pleading voice, she said, "Stephanie???"
Stephanie started begging, but Angela cut her off. "As long as you cooperate with me, nothing will happen to your friend. She won't get spanked anymore - not even a single smack. Just do what I tell you, and I'll give these girls a call every hour to tell them everything's OK."
"On the other hand, if you don't do what I tell you, I won't make the call. Then ... well, you've seen a small demonstration. I'm sure you'd rather not have your lover getting thrashed with that thing for five straight minutes! I can't even begin to image how badly that would hurt! Especially with her butt in the state it's in from the spanking you gave her with the hairbrush!!" She pointed at Rebecca's deeply welted backside.
Stephanie again confirmed that she'd obey Angela.
Angela asked Stephanie for her car keys. "For Rebecca to use later, when she's released," Angela explained. Stephanie gave them to her. Angela sat Rebecca's clothes on the boulder, then placed the keys on top.
Angela removed the cuffs from Stephanie's ankles. Then Angela, Stephanie, and Lisa walked away, leaving Rebecca tied naked against the tree with Angela's other two helpers standing next to her. They walked back up the trail, then walked up the road to Ruth's house. There, they got into one of the cars. Angela drove off, with Lisa and Stephanie in the back seat.
They drove to the house Stephanie was watching; it was the same one she took care of the last school year. Once per hour along the way, Angela called Chloe and Heather to tell them that everything was OK - that Stephanie wasn't giving them any trouble.
When they arrived at Stephanie's house, Stephanie unlocked the door for them. She knew she had to do whatever Angela told her. She just couldn't bear to have Rebecca go through the severe strapping she'd get if she didn't cooperate!
They went down into the basement, which was divided into two finished areas. They walked through the first area, through a door, and into the second. The table was there - the same one Angela had been bound to when Rebecca and Stephanie had punished her.
Stephanie knew full well what was going to happen next.
Angela smiled at her and told her to strip naked. Stephanie looked nervously back at her. Angela said, "I made the last call a half hour ago. If I don't call again, in 30 minutes your girlfriend is going to get the whipping of her life!"
Stephanie didn't even try to plead with Angela. She knew it would do no good. Reluctantly, she took off all her clothes.
Angela said, "Now, Stephanie, lie down on the table!"
Stephanie slowly moved toward the table, watching Angela. She didn't like the look of joy and anticipation in her face ... not at all!!! She knew Angela would punish her unmercifully if she got the chance. But she simply had no choice!
"Please don't make me do this!" Stephanie made one attempt to reason with her.
"Get your ass up on that table NOW!" was the reply.
Stephanie lay down on her stomach.
Angela was almost dizzy with the intense lust that was building up. She was nearly there! All she needed to do was get her strapped down, and Stephanie would be all hers!
Angela said, "You've listened well so far. Just a little more and I'll call and tell them to release your girlfriend. Just lie there quietly while we strap you in. That's all you need to do - just don't try to struggle and your lover will be free!"
Stephanie didn't fight them at all. She lay limply as Lisa and Angela cuffed her wrists and ankles to the table. Next, they fastened the waist belt. Finally, they connected the thigh cuffs.
Lisa looked at Angela expectantly. Angela nodded to her and made a call from her phone. "Everything went well - Stephanie did as she was told. Hold Rebecca there for one hour to give me a chance to finish up here, then let her go. She can use Stephanie's car - I left the keys right on top of her clothes." Then she hung up.
Lisa said, "OK, time for me to leave." She looked over at Stephanie and said, "I don't know what you did to piss her off, but I'd sure hate to trade places with you!"
Then Lisa left. She had told Angela she'd arrange for a rental car to drive back with.
Now that she was alone with Stephanie, Angela's state of arousal reached almost impossible levels. She opened a bag, larger than the one she had left back at the pond, and started pulling things out. She had several paddles, a number of different straps, a heavy wooden ruler, and a couple of hairbrushes. As she imagined herself smacking Stephanie's bottom with all of these, she somehow grew even hotter. She looked over at Stephanie - naked, stretched out, bound, bottom raised invitingly - and nearly had an orgasm right then and there!
There was just one more thing for her to do before she started. God, how she was going to enjoy this!
She took her phone over to Stephanie and showed her the log of the last two calls she made. The numbers were different. She told Stephanie that the last call she made - the one that sounded like she had told her helpers that everything was OK and to release Rebecca - was actually just a call to her own phone! If her helpers didn't get a call shortly, Rebecca would be strapped!!
"YOU PROMISED!!!" Stephanie exclaimed, struggling furiously.
"Just take it easy!" Angela said. "I'll call them! I just wanted to show you how completely in control I am."
"OK - you've made your point!" Stephanie replied. "Please, please make the call!"
"OK, OK, keep your pants on!" Angela smirked. "I'll call them right now."
Angela pulled out her phone and left the room.
She returned a little later.
"There - just as I promised. I've called them. I even recorded the call as proof, so you can hear the conversation. Listen ..."
Angela held the phone up for Stephanie and played back the last call.
"Stephanie was a complete BITCH. Once we got here, she wouldn't even let us in the house! Apparently, she doesn't give a fuck what happens to her girlfriend. Well, we'll show her. There's been a change of plans. Rather than just strapping her for five minutes, spank her hard with the hairbrush for five minutes first. I've left it in the bag for you. THEN give her five minutes with the strap! She deserves it for having such a bitch for a girlfriend!!"
In the recording, Chloe replied, "Are you sure? That seems pretty severe!"
Angela's voice said, "Record the whole thing on camera - it's still sitting there. If you follow through and really give it to her, I'll give you both triple the amount we originally agreed on."
"Triple!! Wow, yeah!! You got it. Yes - we'll give it to her good!!!"
On the recording, Angela said "Wait 15 minutes first, and then let her have it!"
Chloe agreed, and the recording ended.
Stephanie was utterly appalled. "God NO, Angela - YOU PROMISED!!!"
Angela just smiled and said, "Boy, is your lover ever going to get it! There isn't a thing you can do about it either. What's really great is that you cooperated with us all for nothing. Your girlfriend's going to get it anyway, and since you were such a fool, so will you!"
Pointing to her spanking implements, Angela said, "You see all these? I'm going to get a whole lot of use out of every single one of them!"
Angela removed her watch and sat it on the table where Stephanie could see it. It was in stopwatch mode, counting down from 12 minutes.
"I started this counting down from 15 minutes right after I made the call. When it reaches zero, Rebecca will get her punishment. I thought you'd like to know when that happens, so I'll let you see the countdown. In fact, when it reaches zero, YOUR punishment will start as well."
Angela picked up a large wooden paddle. "When your ass is on fire, you can think about the severe spanking your lover's getting right at the same time!"
The watch inexorably counted down. As it approached zero, Stephanie was very, very nervous. Angela held the paddle in preparation against her upturned bottom, waiting for the countdown to finish. Stephanie glanced up at Angela's face and saw that her expression had become even more intense - she now had a look of raw, wild lust. An anxious thought raced through Stephanie's mind: "What if ..."
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Epilogue 4
"... something goes wrong?"
Just as Stephanie's thought was completed, the door opened. Lisa walked in, followed by Chloe and Heather. As Angela tried to understand why they were there, Rebecca came through the door as well.
They quickly released Stephanie. Then, as Stephanie dressed, they lifted Angela, carefully but insistently, onto the table and laid her face down. As Angela protested, they fastened the waist belt and removed her clothes. Then they fastened all of the cuffs, completely securing the nude and astonished girl.
"What's going on??" Angela finally said.
Lisa replied. "Once you told me about your plan, Angela, and hired me to help you with it, I contacted Rebecca to warn her. Here's your money back, by the way." Lisa laid the money Angela had given her for her assistance on a small table in the corner of the room. Chloe and Heather did the same.
"But I just called them!" Angela said, nodding toward Chloe and Heather. "They were back at the pond with Rebecca!"
"No, they were in a car, driving here," said Lisa. "We were all working with Rebecca right from the start - right after you tried to hire us for your warped revenge plan."
"But that's not possible!!!" Angela exclaimed. "Stephanie wasn't holding back when she was smacking Rebecca! I saw it myself!"
"No, I wasn't holding back," Stephanie replied bitterly. "That was real. You're going to pay dearly for that, too, Angela."
Angela continued protesting. "But that doesn't make sense!! If you were all working with Rebecca, why would you spank her so hard??"
Stephanie explained. "Rebecca volunteered to let that first spanking take place. It was the only way we could think to fool you into driving all the way up here."
Lisa added, "Why do you think I insisted that the duration be shortened from the five minutes you originally wanted? I wasn't at all happy with two and a half minutes, either, but I was afraid if I pushed you to reduce it even further, you'd get suspicious."
It was, unfortunately, all starting to make sense now to Angela. She had been set up - AGAIN!
Lisa continued, "By the way, Chloe told me about your little subterfuge - that, despite what we had agreed on, you were going to have Rebecca spanked for five minutes with the hairbrush anyway! All behind my back! You'll pay for that!"
Chloe chimed in, "Yeah, and you lied to Heather and me about Stephanie, claiming she wasn't cooperating. You'll pay for that, too!"
Angela was starting to sweat. Her "bill" was accumulating.
"In case you were wondering, I'm not very happy with you either!" Rebecca added.
"You can be sure, though," Rebecca said, addressing the whole group, "that she'll pay for her actions. We tried to teach her a lesson before, but it didn't work. This time we're going to make very sure she learns to behave!"
Chloe handed Rebecca the camera Angela had left at the pond. It was the same one she had used to record Stephanie spanking Rebecca on the boulder - the recording which had given her bargaining power. "I've cleared the memory on this," Chloe said. "I've also hacked into Angela's home computer and erased the copy of the recording she had stored there. Her system was very easy to break info."
Angela winced; there went any bargaining power she had!
Then everyone except Rebecca and Stephanie left the room. The two girls walked over to a storage closet and removed some equipment. Stephanie placed a microphone with a stand right in front of Angela. Rebecca put some type of electronic gadget on the floor and connected it to the mike. She also connected it to a large screen TV on the wall, which was right in front of the table where Angela could see it. She turned all the equipment on.
"I want to record you saying something," Rebecca said to Angela. "Now, repeat after me: I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" Rebecca pressed something on the electronics on the floor, and the TV screen displayed 'RECORDING'.
Angela remained silent.
Rebecca adjusted the device - the "recording" message was no longer displayed.
"Didn't you understand me?" Rebecca asked. "Let's try again. Repeat after me: I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" The TV again displayed 'RECORDING'.
Angela continued to remain silent.
Rebecca turned the device off and said to Stephanie, "Get that hairbrush and strap."
Stephanie brought over the hairbrush and strap that Angela had instructed Chloe and Heather to use on Rebecca back at the pond. Apparently they had brought the implements along with them.
Rebecca said to Stephanie, "Let's give her what she was going to have done to me: five minutes with the hairbrush, then five minutes with the strap. I'll bet she'll be more willing to following instructions after that."
Angela, suddenly feeling more compliant, said, "WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! I'll do it!!!!!"
Rebecca told Stephanie, "Let's spank her first - it'll only take 10 minutes. Then we can try the recording again."
Stephanie replied, "I'd love to, but then we'll have to wait at least an hour for her to stop bawling so we can make the recording."
Angela quickly added, "I'll record it. I'll say whatever you want!!"
Rebecca, sounding disappointed, sighed and said, "I suppose we can give it another try."
This time, when the TV said 'RECORDING', Angela, as instructed, said, "I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
Rebecca said, "Well, that's a start, but you don't sound sincere. Say it like you really mean it!"
After a couple more tries, they had a recording of Angela sincerely proclaiming that she was a bad girl and asking for a spanking. Angela had no idea why they were recording this, but she doubted very much it would be for any purpose she would like!
"Let's test the recording for voice recognition," Rebecca said.
Angela, not understanding, looked quizzically at her.
"When you see a timer counting down, just repeat what you said before," Rebecca explained.
Soon, '15' appeared on the lower left corner the screen, and started counting down once per second.
"OK, say it," Rebecca said.
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" Angela said.
The timer on the huge TV screen flashed green, then disappeared.
"So far so good," Rebecca said. "This time when it counts down, say something just slightly different. 'I'm a good girl ... spank me!' will do. Say that."
As the timer again counted down, Angela said, "I'm a good girl ... spank me!"
Nothing happened. The timer counted down to zero and flashed red.
"Great - it works," Rebecca said.
Then Rebecca and Stephanie went to the other end of the room and uncovered something which Angela hadn't previously noticed. When she saw what it was, she gulped. It was the spanking machine that had been used on her back at the fitness center! Rebecca and Stephanie quickly set it up. There was one change to it which Angela couldn't help but to notice - there was a long paddle connected to a pole which was set to swing in from the side. The way it was arranged, it would smack her across both her cheeks. The motor and stand it was attached to appeared quite sturdy.
"Oh No .........." Angela thought.
After completing the hookup and running the spanking machine (just the two straps) through a test cycle, Rebecca said, "Angela, I have to make sure the paddle is adjusted correctly. It has to be activated once to test it. For your benefit, I've set it to only hit at half strength, though, so it shouldn't be too bad."
Angela wondered what half strength would feel like.
*S*M*A*C*K*
"YOUCH!!" Angela involuntarily exclaimed. That was half strength? That fucking thing hurt worse than the straps! She gulped as she wondered what full strength would feel like. She certainly didn't want to find out!!
"There, it's all set up now," Rebecca said.
Angela, still waiting for the stinging from the paddle to subside, didn't reply.
"Let's get the chairs set up," Rebecca said to Stephanie.
"Chairs?" thought Angela.
Rebecca and Stephanie left the room and returned with some folding chairs. They set them up in a circle around the table on which Angela lay.
"What the fuck ..." Angela thought.
As Stephanie and Rebecca left the room, Rebecca said, "We'll be right back!"
*********
In a little while, Stephanie, Lisa, Chloe, and Heather came back into the room. They each sat on one of the folding chairs. Then someone else came in. When Angela saw who it was, she gasped. It was a girl she knew from the cheerleading squad in high school - a girl she did not like at all! She knew the feeling was mutual. She felt extremely embarrassed having the girl see her in her helpless position, stark naked with her bottom raised. "What the hell's SHE doing here??" she wondered.
Soon, someone else entered. This time, it was a girl Angela knew from her last job. Again, it was someone she did not get along with at all! The girl smirked unpleasantly as she walked by. Angela's state of embarrassment worsened. Of all the people to see her like this!!!
It continued. A few more girls - all of whom Angela intensely disliked - came in. She was blushing fiercely - nothing could be more embarrassing than this!! Stephanie and Rebecca had somehow found the people she disliked the most and invited them there. They obviously wanted to humiliate her as much as they possibly could! Even worse, she knew she was going to soon be spanked, and it was obviously going to take place right in front of them! These "guests" were the last people on Earth who she would want as witnesses to her getting a bare bottomed spanking!!!
Finally, Rebecca entered the room and closed the door. She went back to the spanking machine and pressed a button. Instantly, a huge image of Angela's naked bottom filled the large TV screen in front of the room. As a few snorts and giggles reached her ears, Angela's blush grew even deeper; her face was a bright red glow.
Rebecca pressed another button, this time on the electronic device sitting on the floor in front of the table. Then she, too, sat down, wincing as she did so.
In a little while, a '15' appeared on the screen, just as it had before when Rebecca was testing the recording. It started counting down. As Angela watched it, comprehension dawned. "Oh my God, you can't mean that I have to ..." she thought. "There's no way! I can't do that!!!"
As everyone watched, the counter reached zero. The timer flashed red, and then
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OOOUUUUCCCHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
The paddle had delivered a punishing smack to Angela's naked bottom. Apparently, it was now set to full strength. A welt quickly formed, displayed on the screen for the group to see. A couple of gasps, as well as some chortling, came from the gathering.
The '15' reappeared, and again started to count down. "No - I CAN'T!!" Angela thought.
As the timer approached zero, though, she knew she had to do it. She knew she'd get another hit from the paddle if she didn't.
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" she whispered, just before the timer elapsed.
It wasn't loud enough. The timer again flashed red and
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
Her nemesis, the '15', returned. As it dipped below 5, Angela said, at normal volume this time, "I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
The timer flashed green, and Angela was rewarded with
THWAAAAKKKK!
The left strap of the spanking machine had hit her lower cheek. There was a lot of giggling coming from the viewing audience. Although she had already been blushing fiercely, somehow Angela's face grew even redder. She did not welcome the '15' which again showed on the screen! Angela now fully understood how this was going to work. She was to be humiliated to an extent she would not have thought possible. She would be forced to tell the machine, loud enough for all to hear, over and over again, that's she's a bad girl and ask it to spank her. Then, in front of a group of people she despised, with her naked backside magnified on the huge screen, she'd get exactly what she asked for! If she failed to ask the machine to spank her before the timer ran out, she'd be punished with a hard paddle smack.
As the timer again approached zero, she said, "I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
This had hit her lower right cheek. This was just like her punishment from before, except this time it wasn't controlled by her mother. She was controlling it herself!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
The left strap hit her in the center of her left cheek.
"Wow, look at her face!" someone said.
Angela could feel her face burning with embarrassment and knew everyone there could clearly see it.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She received a smack in the center of her right cheek. She knew from before that this completed the machine's cycle. It would now return to where it started - the underside of her left cheek.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Sure enough, she was smacked on her lower left cheek.
She could see all the welts forming on the huge set of cheeks displayed on the screen. Naturally, the audience saw it too.
"Wow, look at her ass getting red!" someone commented.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
"If that thing's going to get her whole ass red, it has its work cut out for it - it's such a large area to cover!" one of the girls in the audience said.
Embarrassed and angered by that last comment, Angela's attention was temporarily diverted.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ...
Seeing her mistake, she quickly started saying, "I'm a bad girl ..."
Unfortunately, the timer reached zero and flashed red just as she completed her request: "... spank me!"
***S***M***A***C***K***
"FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!!"
The paddle reminded her to give her little speech more promptly.
As the timer began its next countdown, Angela could see the larger welt from the paddle forming rapidly, right on top of the earlier welts it had left.
"That's more like it!" the same girl said. "Give that big ass what it deserves!"
Angela, although seething, continued to pay close attention to the timer. She did not want another hit from that damned paddle!
6 ... 5 ... 4 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She said it a little earlier this time, not wanting to cut it too close!
The next time, she got back into her "rhythm", timing it so her speech was completed just before the countdown reached zero.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
This continued for several minutes. Angela was careful to not be late with her speech, despite the occasional taunts from the gallery. Her backside was getting redder. It was finally catching up to her face!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela desperately wondered how long this punishment would last. The stinging was gradually building up. It wasn't too bad yet, but if this continued, it certainly would be!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
The embarrassed burning in her face was actually starting to subside, as her attention gradually shifted from the embarrassing aspect of her ordeal to the increasing stinging in her exposed bottom.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
A few more minutes went by. Her rear end was really stinging now. It was becoming very uncomfortable.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
What was worse, it was getting harder for her to make her speech. She knew that as soon as she said it, she was going to get hit with a strap, which, with her sore butt, was the last thing she wanted. Well ... almost the last, for she knew if she DIDN'T give her speech she'd receive a punitive smack from the paddle, which was even worse!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
There was no indication anywhere of what the duration of her punishment would be. She looked carefully at all areas of the screen, but the only number there was the timer repeatedly counting down from 15 seconds.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She continued to wonder how long this would go on. Stephanie and Rebecca were quite angry with her, she knew. Lisa and her other two helpers weren't particularly enamored of her, either! In fact, there was no one in the audience who was at all fond of her!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
More time went by; Angela didn't know how much. In theory, she could have been counting the smacks and figured it out that way. Four smacks per minute would tell her the time elapsed. But she was a little too preoccupied to be counting!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
It was getting very difficult now for her to make her speech! Her raging bottom, bright red on the screen, stung very badly. For her to have to keep telling the machine to make it sting even more was quite a challenge. She had to though!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela let out a little groan. This really hurt!
"Is the little baby going to cry now?" rudely asked one of the girls.
Angela couldn't cry. She just couldn't! In front of THIS group? Having them see her totally lose her cool, on top of everything else? As the timer again counted down, Angela braced herself as best she could.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Another small groan escaped her.
"Yeah, she's gonna cry soon ... WAAAAA!!!" another girl cruelly exclaimed.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela groaned louder. This was simply too much!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
Her rear end stung so badly, she just couldn't bring herself to say it.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The paddle tried to provide her with some additional motivation.
Angela yelped loudly.
As the counter again moved toward zero, she managed to get it out this time.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
But now tears started to fall. Her limit had been reached. The fierce burning in her butt made it impossible for her to talk.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
The paddle instantly made the pain and stinging worse. She started crying hard, for the whole group to witness.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
Again, the paddle tried its best to convince her to give her little speech. Amazingly, it succeeded. While still crying, she got it out one last time. Apparently the voice recognition software being used was pretty generous, because it recognized her speech even with her tearful voice.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Now, though, she started really bawling. She had no control left. She was going to be paddled for as long as they left the machine on.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
As her crying intensified, members of the group reacted differently. Some of the girls in the audience seemed to be enjoying it. A couple of them were even cheering for the paddle! Some of the others, though, appeared to be getting uncomfortable. They shifted in their chairs and kept looking over at Stephanie and Rebecca.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
As Angela cried with abandon, Rebecca got up, walked over to the spanking machine, and turned it off. Some of the guests appeared relieved; a few seemed disappointed.
The bare bottom displayed on the screen was blazing red. The group continued to watch, and Angela continued to bawl, for a few minutes. Then, as Angela started to quiet down, Stephanie said, "OK, I think we've gotten our point across. I hope you all enjoyed the show!"
With that Stephanie and Rebecca guided the guests out of basement and outside to their vehicles. They left Angela bound to the table.
*********
After about 20 minutes, Stephanie returned, leaving the door open. Rebecca was not with her. She started talking to Angela. By this time, Angela had calmed down and was no longer crying.
"I hope that left an impression on you, Angela. I'm sure that was quite embarrassing!"
Angela was afraid to say anything that might make Stephanie mad. She was still completely vulnerable.
"Yes, it was," Angela replied.
"Your punishment's not over, you know," Stephanie told her.
"Please - I'm sorry. I'll never bother you again!"
Stephanie said, "I'm sorry too, but after some of the shit you were trying to pull, you deserve everything you get."
Angela didn't know what to say.
"I'm still really, really pissed off about what you made me do to Rebecca, who I'm quite fond of! And even that didn't satisfy you! Five minutes with a hairbrush and five with a strap? Are you nuts?"
Angela said, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean it!"
Stephanie exploded, "What the FUCK are you TALKING about?? You didn't MEAN it? You mean it was a fucking ACCIDENT???"
Angela, wishing she hadn't said that, replied, "I'm sorry - I'll never do anything like that again."
Stephanie said, "I ought to bring Rebecca down here, and between the two of us do exactly what you were going to have done to her. We can see how YOU like it!!"
Angela, very anxious, said, "Please - I mean it - never again."
Stephanie, ignoring her, said, "The problem is, we wouldn't be able to go through with it! After a certain point, we'd have to stop. Unfortunately, neither of us is quite that cruel. Although you're helping us learn to be!!"
Angela remained silent.
Stephanie told her, "Like I said, you're punishment isn't over yet."
As Angela started to protest, Stephanie said, "You'd better just shut up, Angela. You're just making me mad and believe me when I tell you that you do NOT want to do that!"
Angela grew silent again.
Stephanie said, "I should just set this thing for one hour and leave. Everyone else is gone except Rebecca. The two of us can just go somewhere else for an hour and come back later. In the basement, with the door closed, no one will hear you. It'll just be you and the machine. The machine will give you what you deserve - what neither Rebecca nor I would be able to."
Angela, horrified, wanted to speak, but was afraid to.
"Let's see," Stephanie continued. "At 4 slaps per minute, that would amount to 240 slaps. I'll bet you'd learn your lesson then!!"
Angela had to speak, even at the risk of angering Stephanie further.
"Stephanie, that won't work!"
Before Angela could continue, Stephanie exploded again.
"What the FUCK are you talking about? It'll work just fine. I'll PROVE it!!"
Angela quickly said, "Please, for God's sake, Stephanie. I'll start crying long before the time's up! I won't be able to talk! I'll keep getting hit with the paddle because I won't be able to say anything!"
Stephanie replied, "So? What's the problem? Just don't cry!"
Angela said, "I promise you - I'll never, ever bother you again!"
Stephanie walked over to her and said, "Look at me!"
Angela did so - Stephanie was staring intently right into her eyes.
Stephanie said, "Now, tell me again that you won't bother us."
Angela said, "I promise - never again!!" Looking into Stephanie's eyes, she meant it, too.
Stephanie seemed to waiver. "Somehow, I believe you. I'm probably just a fool, but I think you really mean it."
Angela said, "Absolutely - I DO!!"
Stephanie said, "Yeah, I guess an hour might be a bit much, deserved or not. You're still getting more though, and I'd better not hear any arguing from you."
Stephanie continued, "From what I hear, you'll be moving away to start school in two weeks - preparing for a new career."
Angela, concerned what Stephanie might be driving at, said, "Yes, that's true."
Stephanie said, "Well, that should be just about the right amount of time. In two weeks, you should be able to sit more or less comfortably again. That's good, Angela - I don't really have any desire to wreck your new career. I wonder if you would have had the same consideration for Rebecca or me."
Angela wasn't sure what to say. That last bit surprised her - Stephanie talking about being able to sit down again. Although her backside stung badly, she actually wouldn't have any trouble sitting down at all. The stinging had subsided considerably even after that short a time. The pain from the strap hits seemed to fade pretty quickly. Even if she got more punishment, she'd soon recover. She had to be very, very careful not to let Stephanie realize that! If she did, Angela would be in big trouble!
Angela didn't say anything; she just continued to listen.
"I have to decide how long to set this for. If I set it for 25 minutes, that would give you a nice, even number of slaps with the strap: 100."
Angela had to be careful how she replied. She didn't think she'd be able to maintain her "control" for that long. If she started crying before her punishment was over, the punishment would become very severe - as she had mentioned to Stephanie, she'd get very hard paddle smacks rather than strap hits.
She said, "Stephanie, I don't want to make you mad. I'm worried about it being that long, though."
Stephanie just looked at her. She didn't say anything, but didn't appear to be getting angry, either.
Angela continued, "I know I've done things I shouldn't have. I PROMISE you, it'll never happen again. The thing is, I won't be able to keep my voice for 25 minutes. As much as I'd want to, I just won't be able to."
Stephanie seemed to thoughtfully consider this.
Angela said, "I know I'm going to get more. I guess I deserve it. But please, don't make it so long that I can't talk. If I start crying, it'll be really bad."
Stephanie agreed. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Well, I guess I'll knock just a little time off. I'll make it 20 minutes, rather than 25. That's final though ..."
As Angela opened her mouth, Stephanie continued, "... and if you give me any static about it, I'll rescind that offer and go back to 25."
Angela quickly closed her mouth.
Stephanie said, "That's 80 slaps. Enough to teach you a lesson, I think. Just make sure you take this lesson to heart, Angela. Like I said, you should be able to sit down again in a couple of weeks. Go to school, work hard on your new career, and ease off of that cruel streak you seem to have. If you do that you'll be fine; you'll be successful in your endeavors. Looking at it that way, I'm actually doing you a favor!"
Angela had difficulty agreeing that Stephanie was doing her a favor by sentencing her to additional strapping. Also, she still had to be very careful not to let on that the punishment would be nowhere near as severe as Stephanie thought. As long as Angela could keep from crying, and would keep saying her embarrassing line, she'd be OK. After 80 more slaps, her bottom would sting and burn badly, but that would go away quickly. By the next day, it probably wouldn't be bad at all.
Angela, actually feeling somewhat relieved, made sure she sounded defeated when she said, "I'm very sorry Stephanie. Please tell Rebecca I'm very sorry, too. I guess I deserve more, but it's really going to hurt. I promise both of you, I'll never bother you again."
Stephanie, apparently satisfied with Angela's reply, said, "OK. Well, we may as well get this started." She walked over to the spanking machine and turned it on. She made another adjustment and '20:00' appeared on the screen, on the opposite side from where the 15 second timer had been displayed.
Stephanie said, "You'll be able to see how much more punishment you have remaining. Just remember to make your speech every 15 seconds!"
Angela nodded, looking concerned. She actually WAS concerned - the strapping was going to really hurt - but she was also quite relieved. After some of the things she had tried to do, she was afraid she'd really get it - that she really wouldn't be able to sit down for a couple of weeks, as Stephanie mentioned.
Stephanie checked Angela's bonds, tightening a couple of them, then pressed a button to start the program. Immediately the familiar '15' appeared on the screen. As it counted down to '14', the duration timer on the other side of the screen changed from '20:00' to '19:59'.
Stephanie walked toward the door. As she walked by the front of the table, without breaking her stride she reached over and turned the microphone off. As she walked out the door, she looked back at Angela and winked. Then she shut the door.
Angela was trying to process Stephanie's last action. "Why'd she turn the microphone off?" she wondered. As the timer counted down, it dawned on her.
"OH SHIT!!!" she thought.
7 ... 6 ... 5 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
Angela gave her speech early. With the microphone off, though, the machine didn't hear her. The countdown continued.
4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
She tried again, louder this time.
2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
15 ... 14 ... 13 ...
"I'M A BAD GIRL ... SPANK ME!"
Angela shouted to the microphone. It made no difference, of course.
12 ... 11 ... 10 ...
"I'M A BAD GIRL ... SPANK ME!"
She tried again, with the same result.
She didn't know what to do! The timer would soon elapse again!
6 ... 5 ... 4 ...
"I'M A BAD GIRL ... SPANK ME!"
3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
"FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!"
This continued for several more timer cycles. Angela kept shouting, but it had no effect. Although the machine couldn't hear her, the paddle apparently agreed with her stated self-assessment and desired remedy, as every 15 seconds it gave her a blazing smack across her naked cheeks.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She was almost certain that Stephanie had planned this all along. THIS was what she had meant when she talked about not sitting down for two weeks. Stephanie had just been playing with her when she was talking about "slaps with the strap".
***S***M***A***C***K***
Looking at the screen, Angela saw the time remaining in her punishment: 17:25. Only two and a half minutes had gone by - 10 swats! Her bottom was already an inferno! Tears were forming. She knew she was going to get the severe punishment she feared ("... and deserve ..." a tiny voice inside her said).
3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
Realizing that, with the microphone off, there was nothing she could do to get the machine to strap her instead of giving her the paddle, she turned her attention to her bonds. The last time she was on the table it had been impossible for her to get free, but maybe this time would be different.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The paddle had caught her off-guard. Not that it would have made any real difference had she been focusing on the timer; she just wouldn't have been as surprised.
She tried hard to slip her right wrist out of the cuff. She got nowhere.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Damn it, her bottom REALLY stung. That thing was hitting her HARD!
She tried getting her left wrist out next. Same result - no dice.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She glanced at the screen and saw 16:28. Tears started to fall.
She had to keep trying! This time rather than attempting to slip her wrists out, she just pulled with all her might, hoping to rip the cuffs from the table. It didn't work.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She tried several other maneuvers - anything to get away. Her efforts failed.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She knew she wasn't going to get out of this. Her bottom was going to be punished more severely than anything it had ever experienced before, including her prior punishment on this same table and the discipline her Aunt Ruth, along with the card players, had given her.
"... you deserve this ..." the tiny voice said.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Looking at her bottom on the screen made it feel even worse. It was still very red from her earlier strapping. However the area where she was getting hit by the paddle was already much deeper red. It looked very sore, and, in fact, it was!
***S***M***A***C***K***
The only good thing, small though it was, about this punishment was that there was a fair amount of time between each smack. It wasn't nearly enough time though, to really help. In fact, she reflected, maybe it was even worse, because it made the punishment drag out!
"... you're very bad .......... you NEED this ..." the tiny voice of her conscience told her.
***S***M***A***C***K***
15:10 showed on the monitor. Not even a quarter of the way through!
Angela was crying a little harder. She studiously avoided looking at the screen. She didn't want to see her ravaged rear end anymore! She didn't want to see the damned time either!
***S***M***A***C***K***
Through her tears, she recalled Stephanie saying, "... teach you a lesson ..." Most annoyingly, in her thoughts the tiny voice chimed in again "... learn .......... learn your lesson ..."
The voice of her conscience was starting to piss her off. She wanted to lay it on its stomach and give it a hard slap on the rump.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
Glowering, she concluded that spanking her own conscience wasn't such a great idea.
Still resisting the temptation to look at the screen, she tried to think of something else - something to take her mind off the paddling she was getting. That was not at all easy to do, with the instrument of her punishment constantly reminding her of its presence.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Then she thought back to the first part of her punishment, when everyone watched her get strapped. She remembered some of the people in the group; a couple of them in particular were especially nasty. They jeered at her and enjoyed her extreme discomfort.
***S***M***A***C***K***
As she continued thinking about the group, she recalled one of the girls - the worst one of them all. As she thought about it, in her mind the girl's appearance changed. Suddenly, the girl looked just like Angela! It was she, herself, who was in the audience! It was SHE who was so cruel!
Angela, greatly disturbed by this vision, pushed it out of her mind.
***S***M***A***C***K***
As some more time went by, her crying intensified. Then she made the mistake of looking at the screen, thinking that her punishment must be nearly over. Aside of the image of her bottom with its deep red, angry welts, she saw the time: 11:31.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Not even halfway done!!!!
In her thoughts, the tiny voice gave its longest speech yet: "... you're a bad girl ... now you're going to be taught a lesson ... and you can't do a thing about it ..."
She was bawling with the knowledge that her tender, smarting bottom still had a lot of punishment in store for it. She was a student and the paddle was her teacher - a teacher which was going to give her a great deal of personal attention. Her instructor would make very, very sure she learned her lesson!
***S***M***A***C***K***
She continued bawling for the remainder of her punishment.
*********
It took quite a while for Angela's crying to subside to the point where she became aware that Stephanie and Rebecca had returned to the room. When she looked over and saw them, they walked over and released her from the table. They helped her get down, careful not to touch her extremely sensitive bottom.
Rebecca handed her clothes to her. She made one brief attempt to put her panties on, but quickly gave up on the idea. Rebecca and Stephanie guided her into the next room, where she could lie on a sofa bed.
Stephanie got her a blanket and tried to put it over her, but it hurt her too much when it touched her bottom. Stephanie removed the blanket, then checked to make sure the room would be warm enough for the naked girl.
Rebecca left, but Stephanie stayed with Angela. She wanted to talk to her briefly, but couldn't just yet; she had to wait for her crying to wane a little more.
As Angela started to recover, she thought back over what had happened to her that day. Previously, she had simply been too "occupied" to really think. She thought about the humiliation she had been forced to endure. She began to understand the repercussions of it - none of the people in attendance liked her; in fact, a couple of the girls really hated her. They would have taken many pictures and videos. She had no doubt some of them would post the material everywhere. The whole world would see her, stark naked, asking over and over to be spanked, and getting what she asked for.
Just as this realization hit Angela, Stephanie started talking to her. She said, "You can stay here for night. I sure hope you've learned your lesson, Angela!"
Angela replied, "You've ruined me. They'll post pictures of me everywhere. I'll never be able to show my face again!" She started crying harder.
"No one took pictures."
Angela turned her head and looked intensely at Stephanie.
"We didn't allow phones or cameras in there. We made that very clear."
Angela's crying had eased again. Her penetrating gaze continued; she stared unblinking right into Stephanie's eyes.
Stephanie started to feel anxious. She had no idea what was going through Angela's mind. She didn't know what to say. Finally, she said, "We just wanted to teach you a lesson."
"Thank you," Angela said, still staring.
Stephanie hadn't expected this at all. The girl they totally humiliated, the girl whose rear end was covered with glowing, very painful looking welts ... was thanking her? She didn't know what to expect; what nastiness was Angela about to throw at her? She started to slowly back away.
"I mean it, thank you!!" Angela said. "I'm very sorry for the trouble I gave you. It won't happen again, I promise you!"
Stephanie had been ready to make a hasty retreat, but now she began to realize the girl was serious! She was having trouble understanding it.
Stephanie started defending her and Rebecca's actions - "I'm sorry we had to put you through that. You were just going too far, and you wouldn't stop trying to get even! Remember, Angela, you were the one who started it all when you stole Rebecca's clothes and got her in so much trouble!"
"I know," Angela replied, "I deserved what I got."
Stephanie thought to herself, "What's happened to her??"
Stephanie continued talking. She felt a need to further justify their actions - justify the severe punishment they had meted out.
"Think about it, Angela. Suppose things went the way you originally planned. How hard would you have spanked me if the other girls didn't come to the rescue?"
"You're right," Angela replied. "It would have been even worse than what you gave me! I'm very sorry - I mean it."
"It's OK, Angela." Stephanie had given an automatic reply. The whole thing had definitely NOT been "OK" - she just didn't know what else to say!
"Thank you again," Angela told her. "You could have easily ruined me."
Stephanie, feeling uncomfortable, but also unconsciously softening toward the girl, told her, "Try to rest, Angela. I know it hurts - it'll take a while before it feels better. Try to get some sleep."
Stephanie patted her on the back. It felt odd doing that, but she wanted to comfort her a little.
Angela said, "I'm just like them, aren't I?"
Stephanie didn't know what she meant.
Angela elaborated. "I'm just like some of those girls. The ones who kept saying nasty things to me. The ones that were so hateful. I'm just like them."
Stephanie gasped. This had again caught her completely off guard. She knew Angela was absolutely right - she was just like a couple of the girls in the audience - the really cruel ones that that seemed especially happy when Angela started crying.
Stephanie thought briefly, then replied, "You don't have to be like them. You can be anything you want."
That seemed to satisfy the girl. She laid her head down to try to rest. Without thinking, Stephanie put her face next to Angela's and gave her a maternal kiss on the cheek. Then she left.
Angela, despite the intense burning and stinging in her bottom, actually felt better. She felt a calmness she hadn't experienced in a long time.
*********
Angela didn't sleep at all that night. Her punished bottom simply hurt too much. In the morning, Stephanie and Rebecca brought her something to eat. She didn't attempt to dress; she ate her meal standing up, butt naked. After a while, she lay down again. She was very tired.
About midmorning, she dozed off. She started to dream. There was a volcano; it had a very narrow opening at the top. Her bare bottom was stuck in the opening, like a cork in a bottle. The lava, wanting to get out, crashed against her butt. Then, inside the volcano, the lava formed into a hand. The hand of lava started smacking her bottom - it burned and stung terribly. The lava was annoyed because her backside was blocking its exit! The burning hand kept hitting her bare bottom over and over again! She woke up.
She was so very tired. Despite the pain in her rear end, she dozed off again. She was running naked through a forest. There was a cloud of insects following her. She kept running - she wanted to keep away from them; she knew they were up to no good! As she ran, a couple of the trees reached out and grasped her with their branches. They held her firmly in place. The cloud of insects hovered behind her. The lead insect brought out a tiny bugle and blew through it. Apparently, it was a command to attack! All of the insects brought out tiny swords and pointed them toward the front. At full speed, they flew right toward Angela's bare butt! She tried to get away, but the trees held her there. The insects flew right into their target. Angela felt an indescribable stinging sensation! She woke again.
Unfortunately, while the dream vanished, the stinging didn't. Still ... she couldn't keep her eyes open. In a few minutes, exhausted, she fell asleep once more. In a dream, she was lying on a beach. It was a hot, sunny day. She had herself covered with a light blanket from head to toe. Not to keep warm - it was plenty warm out - just to block out the intense rays of the sun. She gradually realized there was a hole in the blanket. Her bottom was sticking out of the hole! For reasons that weren't clear, she wasn't wearing anything below the waist. But that meant her uncovered backside had been exposed to the sun's rays! She looked back at it. It was glowing bright red!! She touched it. She felt a very strong burning sensation over her whole bottom! She woke.
She thought of getting up, but didn't. She just didn't have the energy. In a few minutes, she fell asleep again - it was right around noon. This time, she slept soundly. Any dreams she had were not remembered. She slept for many hours, not waking until early the next morning.
During that time, Rebecca and Stephanie checked on her periodically. Completely unaware of her observers, the naked girl slept comfortably on her stomach. They just left her sleep. Stephanie had told Rebecca about how Angela had acted and what she said. Rebecca was as completely surprised as Stephanie had been, never imagining that such behavior was possible from someone like Angela.
After waking up, Angela put her top on, but still didn't try to wear anything below her waist. Maybe a little later, she thought. Her rear end was still quite sensitive.
Rebecca and Stephanie brought her some food. Rebecca told her they'd drive her home if she was up to it. It would be uncomfortable, but they'd get a pillow for her to sit on - that would help some. As Angela was standing there eating, all three of them suddenly seemed to become acutely aware of the fact that Angela was naked below the waist. It seemed odd that this would bother any of them, considering Angela hadn't worn anything for nearly two days! Maybe it was because she now had a top on. In any case, all three of them started feeling a little embarrassed. Angela just tried to ignore the situation and continued eating exactly as she was, until she had finished her meal. Then she put the rest of her clothes on.
Although her bottom was still quite uncomfortable, Angela was willing to try sitting in a car, as she wanted to get back to her apartment. The three of them got into Stephanie's vehicle. As promised, they gave Angela a pillow to sit on. It helped, but the girl still winced and gasped when she sat down.
The drive back was uneventful, but painful for Angela despite her pillow. More time would need to go by before she'd be able to sit comfortably!
They all got out of Stephanie's car. The three of them stood in front of the entrance to Angela's apartment. Suddenly, Angela gave Stephanie a hug. Stephanie, yet again, was completely surprised by the girl's actions! Despite her shock, Stephanie hugged her back. Angela then did the same with Rebecca.
As Stephanie and Rebecca turned to walk back to the car, Angela watched. In particular, she focused on Stephanie's swaying rear end. Her lust once again started to grow. Thoughts of spanking Stephanie - getting her sexy bottom good and red - filled her mind. There was a difference now, however. The feelings of anger, of spite, which had so dominated her in the past, were no longer there. It was great not to be burdened by those negative emotions! Like unwelcome guests, they had been asked to leave the building.
Despite the considerable soreness which trailed closely behind her, a tenderness which would accompany her for days ahead, Angela felt happy as she went into her apartment.
"... something goes wrong?"
Just as Stephanie's thought was completed, the door opened. Lisa walked in, followed by Chloe and Heather. As Angela tried to understand why they were there, Rebecca came through the door as well.
They quickly released Stephanie. Then, as Stephanie dressed, they lifted Angela, carefully but insistently, onto the table and laid her face down. As Angela protested, they fastened the waist belt and removed her clothes. Then they fastened all of the cuffs, completely securing the nude and astonished girl.
"What's going on??" Angela finally said.
Lisa replied. "Once you told me about your plan, Angela, and hired me to help you with it, I contacted Rebecca to warn her. Here's your money back, by the way." Lisa laid the money Angela had given her for her assistance on a small table in the corner of the room. Chloe and Heather did the same.
"But I just called them!" Angela said, nodding toward Chloe and Heather. "They were back at the pond with Rebecca!"
"No, they were in a car, driving here," said Lisa. "We were all working with Rebecca right from the start - right after you tried to hire us for your warped revenge plan."
"But that's not possible!!!" Angela exclaimed. "Stephanie wasn't holding back when she was smacking Rebecca! I saw it myself!"
"No, I wasn't holding back," Stephanie replied bitterly. "That was real. You're going to pay dearly for that, too, Angela."
Angela continued protesting. "But that doesn't make sense!! If you were all working with Rebecca, why would you spank her so hard??"
Stephanie explained. "Rebecca volunteered to let that first spanking take place. It was the only way we could think to fool you into driving all the way up here."
Lisa added, "Why do you think I insisted that the duration be shortened from the five minutes you originally wanted? I wasn't at all happy with two and a half minutes, either, but I was afraid if I pushed you to reduce it even further, you'd get suspicious."
It was, unfortunately, all starting to make sense now to Angela. She had been set up - AGAIN!
Lisa continued, "By the way, Chloe told me about your little subterfuge - that, despite what we had agreed on, you were going to have Rebecca spanked for five minutes with the hairbrush anyway! All behind my back! You'll pay for that!"
Chloe chimed in, "Yeah, and you lied to Heather and me about Stephanie, claiming she wasn't cooperating. You'll pay for that, too!"
Angela was starting to sweat. Her "bill" was accumulating.
"In case you were wondering, I'm not very happy with you either!" Rebecca added.
"You can be sure, though," Rebecca said, addressing the whole group, "that she'll pay for her actions. We tried to teach her a lesson before, but it didn't work. This time we're going to make very sure she learns to behave!"
Chloe handed Rebecca the camera Angela had left at the pond. It was the same one she had used to record Stephanie spanking Rebecca on the boulder - the recording which had given her bargaining power. "I've cleared the memory on this," Chloe said. "I've also hacked into Angela's home computer and erased the copy of the recording she had stored there. Her system was very easy to break info."
Angela winced; there went any bargaining power she had!
Then everyone except Rebecca and Stephanie left the room. The two girls walked over to a storage closet and removed some equipment. Stephanie placed a microphone with a stand right in front of Angela. Rebecca put some type of electronic gadget on the floor and connected it to the mike. She also connected it to a large screen TV on the wall, which was right in front of the table where Angela could see it. She turned all the equipment on.
"I want to record you saying something," Rebecca said to Angela. "Now, repeat after me: I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" Rebecca pressed something on the electronics on the floor, and the TV screen displayed 'RECORDING'.
Angela remained silent.
Rebecca adjusted the device - the "recording" message was no longer displayed.
"Didn't you understand me?" Rebecca asked. "Let's try again. Repeat after me: I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" The TV again displayed 'RECORDING'.
Angela continued to remain silent.
Rebecca turned the device off and said to Stephanie, "Get that hairbrush and strap."
Stephanie brought over the hairbrush and strap that Angela had instructed Chloe and Heather to use on Rebecca back at the pond. Apparently they had brought the implements along with them.
Rebecca said to Stephanie, "Let's give her what she was going to have done to me: five minutes with the hairbrush, then five minutes with the strap. I'll bet she'll be more willing to following instructions after that."
Angela, suddenly feeling more compliant, said, "WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! I'll do it!!!!!"
Rebecca told Stephanie, "Let's spank her first - it'll only take 10 minutes. Then we can try the recording again."
Stephanie replied, "I'd love to, but then we'll have to wait at least an hour for her to stop bawling so we can make the recording."
Angela quickly added, "I'll record it. I'll say whatever you want!!"
Rebecca, sounding disappointed, sighed and said, "I suppose we can give it another try."
This time, when the TV said 'RECORDING', Angela, as instructed, said, "I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
Rebecca said, "Well, that's a start, but you don't sound sincere. Say it like you really mean it!"
After a couple more tries, they had a recording of Angela sincerely proclaiming that she was a bad girl and asking for a spanking. Angela had no idea why they were recording this, but she doubted very much it would be for any purpose she would like!
"Let's test the recording for voice recognition," Rebecca said.
Angela, not understanding, looked quizzically at her.
"When you see a timer counting down, just repeat what you said before," Rebecca explained.
Soon, '15' appeared on the lower left corner the screen, and started counting down once per second.
"OK, say it," Rebecca said.
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" Angela said.
The timer on the huge TV screen flashed green, then disappeared.
"So far so good," Rebecca said. "This time when it counts down, say something just slightly different. 'I'm a good girl ... spank me!' will do. Say that."
As the timer again counted down, Angela said, "I'm a good girl ... spank me!"
Nothing happened. The timer counted down to zero and flashed red.
"Great - it works," Rebecca said.
Then Rebecca and Stephanie went to the other end of the room and uncovered something which Angela hadn't previously noticed. When she saw what it was, she gulped. It was the spanking machine that had been used on her back at the fitness center! Rebecca and Stephanie quickly set it up. There was one change to it which Angela couldn't help but to notice - there was a long paddle connected to a pole which was set to swing in from the side. The way it was arranged, it would smack her across both her cheeks. The motor and stand it was attached to appeared quite sturdy.
"Oh No .........." Angela thought.
After completing the hookup and running the spanking machine (just the two straps) through a test cycle, Rebecca said, "Angela, I have to make sure the paddle is adjusted correctly. It has to be activated once to test it. For your benefit, I've set it to only hit at half strength, though, so it shouldn't be too bad."
Angela wondered what half strength would feel like.
*S*M*A*C*K*
"YOUCH!!" Angela involuntarily exclaimed. That was half strength? That fucking thing hurt worse than the straps! She gulped as she wondered what full strength would feel like. She certainly didn't want to find out!!
"There, it's all set up now," Rebecca said.
Angela, still waiting for the stinging from the paddle to subside, didn't reply.
"Let's get the chairs set up," Rebecca said to Stephanie.
"Chairs?" thought Angela.
Rebecca and Stephanie left the room and returned with some folding chairs. They set them up in a circle around the table on which Angela lay.
"What the fuck ..." Angela thought.
As Stephanie and Rebecca left the room, Rebecca said, "We'll be right back!"
*********
In a little while, Stephanie, Lisa, Chloe, and Heather came back into the room. They each sat on one of the folding chairs. Then someone else came in. When Angela saw who it was, she gasped. It was a girl she knew from the cheerleading squad in high school - a girl she did not like at all! She knew the feeling was mutual. She felt extremely embarrassed having the girl see her in her helpless position, stark naked with her bottom raised. "What the hell's SHE doing here??" she wondered.
Soon, someone else entered. This time, it was a girl Angela knew from her last job. Again, it was someone she did not get along with at all! The girl smirked unpleasantly as she walked by. Angela's state of embarrassment worsened. Of all the people to see her like this!!!
It continued. A few more girls - all of whom Angela intensely disliked - came in. She was blushing fiercely - nothing could be more embarrassing than this!! Stephanie and Rebecca had somehow found the people she disliked the most and invited them there. They obviously wanted to humiliate her as much as they possibly could! Even worse, she knew she was going to soon be spanked, and it was obviously going to take place right in front of them! These "guests" were the last people on Earth who she would want as witnesses to her getting a bare bottomed spanking!!!
Finally, Rebecca entered the room and closed the door. She went back to the spanking machine and pressed a button. Instantly, a huge image of Angela's naked bottom filled the large TV screen in front of the room. As a few snorts and giggles reached her ears, Angela's blush grew even deeper; her face was a bright red glow.
Rebecca pressed another button, this time on the electronic device sitting on the floor in front of the table. Then she, too, sat down, wincing as she did so.
In a little while, a '15' appeared on the screen, just as it had before when Rebecca was testing the recording. It started counting down. As Angela watched it, comprehension dawned. "Oh my God, you can't mean that I have to ..." she thought. "There's no way! I can't do that!!!"
As everyone watched, the counter reached zero. The timer flashed red, and then
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OOOUUUUCCCHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
The paddle had delivered a punishing smack to Angela's naked bottom. Apparently, it was now set to full strength. A welt quickly formed, displayed on the screen for the group to see. A couple of gasps, as well as some chortling, came from the gathering.
The '15' reappeared, and again started to count down. "No - I CAN'T!!" Angela thought.
As the timer approached zero, though, she knew she had to do it. She knew she'd get another hit from the paddle if she didn't.
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!" she whispered, just before the timer elapsed.
It wasn't loud enough. The timer again flashed red and
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
Her nemesis, the '15', returned. As it dipped below 5, Angela said, at normal volume this time, "I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
The timer flashed green, and Angela was rewarded with
THWAAAAKKKK!
The left strap of the spanking machine had hit her lower cheek. There was a lot of giggling coming from the viewing audience. Although she had already been blushing fiercely, somehow Angela's face grew even redder. She did not welcome the '15' which again showed on the screen! Angela now fully understood how this was going to work. She was to be humiliated to an extent she would not have thought possible. She would be forced to tell the machine, loud enough for all to hear, over and over again, that's she's a bad girl and ask it to spank her. Then, in front of a group of people she despised, with her naked backside magnified on the huge screen, she'd get exactly what she asked for! If she failed to ask the machine to spank her before the timer ran out, she'd be punished with a hard paddle smack.
As the timer again approached zero, she said, "I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
This had hit her lower right cheek. This was just like her punishment from before, except this time it wasn't controlled by her mother. She was controlling it herself!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
The left strap hit her in the center of her left cheek.
"Wow, look at her face!" someone said.
Angela could feel her face burning with embarrassment and knew everyone there could clearly see it.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She received a smack in the center of her right cheek. She knew from before that this completed the machine's cycle. It would now return to where it started - the underside of her left cheek.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Sure enough, she was smacked on her lower left cheek.
She could see all the welts forming on the huge set of cheeks displayed on the screen. Naturally, the audience saw it too.
"Wow, look at her ass getting red!" someone commented.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
"If that thing's going to get her whole ass red, it has its work cut out for it - it's such a large area to cover!" one of the girls in the audience said.
Embarrassed and angered by that last comment, Angela's attention was temporarily diverted.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ...
Seeing her mistake, she quickly started saying, "I'm a bad girl ..."
Unfortunately, the timer reached zero and flashed red just as she completed her request: "... spank me!"
***S***M***A***C***K***
"FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!!"
The paddle reminded her to give her little speech more promptly.
As the timer began its next countdown, Angela could see the larger welt from the paddle forming rapidly, right on top of the earlier welts it had left.
"That's more like it!" the same girl said. "Give that big ass what it deserves!"
Angela, although seething, continued to pay close attention to the timer. She did not want another hit from that damned paddle!
6 ... 5 ... 4 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She said it a little earlier this time, not wanting to cut it too close!
The next time, she got back into her "rhythm", timing it so her speech was completed just before the countdown reached zero.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
This continued for several minutes. Angela was careful to not be late with her speech, despite the occasional taunts from the gallery. Her backside was getting redder. It was finally catching up to her face!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela desperately wondered how long this punishment would last. The stinging was gradually building up. It wasn't too bad yet, but if this continued, it certainly would be!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
The embarrassed burning in her face was actually starting to subside, as her attention gradually shifted from the embarrassing aspect of her ordeal to the increasing stinging in her exposed bottom.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
A few more minutes went by. Her rear end was really stinging now. It was becoming very uncomfortable.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
What was worse, it was getting harder for her to make her speech. She knew that as soon as she said it, she was going to get hit with a strap, which, with her sore butt, was the last thing she wanted. Well ... almost the last, for she knew if she DIDN'T give her speech she'd receive a punitive smack from the paddle, which was even worse!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
There was no indication anywhere of what the duration of her punishment would be. She looked carefully at all areas of the screen, but the only number there was the timer repeatedly counting down from 15 seconds.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
She continued to wonder how long this would go on. Stephanie and Rebecca were quite angry with her, she knew. Lisa and her other two helpers weren't particularly enamored of her, either! In fact, there was no one in the audience who was at all fond of her!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
More time went by; Angela didn't know how much. In theory, she could have been counting the smacks and figured it out that way. Four smacks per minute would tell her the time elapsed. But she was a little too preoccupied to be counting!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
It was getting very difficult now for her to make her speech! Her raging bottom, bright red on the screen, stung very badly. For her to have to keep telling the machine to make it sting even more was quite a challenge. She had to though!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela let out a little groan. This really hurt!
"Is the little baby going to cry now?" rudely asked one of the girls.
Angela couldn't cry. She just couldn't! In front of THIS group? Having them see her totally lose her cool, on top of everything else? As the timer again counted down, Angela braced herself as best she could.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Another small groan escaped her.
"Yeah, she's gonna cry soon ... WAAAAA!!!" another girl cruelly exclaimed.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Angela groaned louder. This was simply too much!
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
Her rear end stung so badly, she just couldn't bring herself to say it.
***S***M***A***C***K***
The paddle tried to provide her with some additional motivation.
Angela yelped loudly.
As the counter again moved toward zero, she managed to get it out this time.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
But now tears started to fall. Her limit had been reached. The fierce burning in her butt made it impossible for her to talk.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
The paddle instantly made the pain and stinging worse. She started crying hard, for the whole group to witness.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
Again, the paddle tried its best to convince her to give her little speech. Amazingly, it succeeded. While still crying, she got it out one last time. Apparently the voice recognition software being used was pretty generous, because it recognized her speech even with her tearful voice.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
THWAAAAKKKK!
Now, though, she started really bawling. She had no control left. She was going to be paddled for as long as they left the machine on.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
As her crying intensified, members of the group reacted differently. Some of the girls in the audience seemed to be enjoying it. A couple of them were even cheering for the paddle! Some of the others, though, appeared to be getting uncomfortable. They shifted in their chairs and kept looking over at Stephanie and Rebecca.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
As Angela cried with abandon, Rebecca got up, walked over to the spanking machine, and turned it off. Some of the guests appeared relieved; a few seemed disappointed.
The bare bottom displayed on the screen was blazing red. The group continued to watch, and Angela continued to bawl, for a few minutes. Then, as Angela started to quiet down, Stephanie said, "OK, I think we've gotten our point across. I hope you all enjoyed the show!"
With that Stephanie and Rebecca guided the guests out of basement and outside to their vehicles. They left Angela bound to the table.
*********
After about 20 minutes, Stephanie returned, leaving the door open. Rebecca was not with her. She started talking to Angela. By this time, Angela had calmed down and was no longer crying.
"I hope that left an impression on you, Angela. I'm sure that was quite embarrassing!"
Angela was afraid to say anything that might make Stephanie mad. She was still completely vulnerable.
"Yes, it was," Angela replied.
"Your punishment's not over, you know," Stephanie told her.
"Please - I'm sorry. I'll never bother you again!"
Stephanie said, "I'm sorry too, but after some of the shit you were trying to pull, you deserve everything you get."
Angela didn't know what to say.
"I'm still really, really pissed off about what you made me do to Rebecca, who I'm quite fond of! And even that didn't satisfy you! Five minutes with a hairbrush and five with a strap? Are you nuts?"
Angela said, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean it!"
Stephanie exploded, "What the FUCK are you TALKING about?? You didn't MEAN it? You mean it was a fucking ACCIDENT???"
Angela, wishing she hadn't said that, replied, "I'm sorry - I'll never do anything like that again."
Stephanie said, "I ought to bring Rebecca down here, and between the two of us do exactly what you were going to have done to her. We can see how YOU like it!!"
Angela, very anxious, said, "Please - I mean it - never again."
Stephanie, ignoring her, said, "The problem is, we wouldn't be able to go through with it! After a certain point, we'd have to stop. Unfortunately, neither of us is quite that cruel. Although you're helping us learn to be!!"
Angela remained silent.
Stephanie told her, "Like I said, you're punishment isn't over yet."
As Angela started to protest, Stephanie said, "You'd better just shut up, Angela. You're just making me mad and believe me when I tell you that you do NOT want to do that!"
Angela grew silent again.
Stephanie said, "I should just set this thing for one hour and leave. Everyone else is gone except Rebecca. The two of us can just go somewhere else for an hour and come back later. In the basement, with the door closed, no one will hear you. It'll just be you and the machine. The machine will give you what you deserve - what neither Rebecca nor I would be able to."
Angela, horrified, wanted to speak, but was afraid to.
"Let's see," Stephanie continued. "At 4 slaps per minute, that would amount to 240 slaps. I'll bet you'd learn your lesson then!!"
Angela had to speak, even at the risk of angering Stephanie further.
"Stephanie, that won't work!"
Before Angela could continue, Stephanie exploded again.
"What the FUCK are you talking about? It'll work just fine. I'll PROVE it!!"
Angela quickly said, "Please, for God's sake, Stephanie. I'll start crying long before the time's up! I won't be able to talk! I'll keep getting hit with the paddle because I won't be able to say anything!"
Stephanie replied, "So? What's the problem? Just don't cry!"
Angela said, "I promise you - I'll never, ever bother you again!"
Stephanie walked over to her and said, "Look at me!"
Angela did so - Stephanie was staring intently right into her eyes.
Stephanie said, "Now, tell me again that you won't bother us."
Angela said, "I promise - never again!!" Looking into Stephanie's eyes, she meant it, too.
Stephanie seemed to waiver. "Somehow, I believe you. I'm probably just a fool, but I think you really mean it."
Angela said, "Absolutely - I DO!!"
Stephanie said, "Yeah, I guess an hour might be a bit much, deserved or not. You're still getting more though, and I'd better not hear any arguing from you."
Stephanie continued, "From what I hear, you'll be moving away to start school in two weeks - preparing for a new career."
Angela, concerned what Stephanie might be driving at, said, "Yes, that's true."
Stephanie said, "Well, that should be just about the right amount of time. In two weeks, you should be able to sit more or less comfortably again. That's good, Angela - I don't really have any desire to wreck your new career. I wonder if you would have had the same consideration for Rebecca or me."
Angela wasn't sure what to say. That last bit surprised her - Stephanie talking about being able to sit down again. Although her backside stung badly, she actually wouldn't have any trouble sitting down at all. The stinging had subsided considerably even after that short a time. The pain from the strap hits seemed to fade pretty quickly. Even if she got more punishment, she'd soon recover. She had to be very, very careful not to let Stephanie realize that! If she did, Angela would be in big trouble!
Angela didn't say anything; she just continued to listen.
"I have to decide how long to set this for. If I set it for 25 minutes, that would give you a nice, even number of slaps with the strap: 100."
Angela had to be careful how she replied. She didn't think she'd be able to maintain her "control" for that long. If she started crying before her punishment was over, the punishment would become very severe - as she had mentioned to Stephanie, she'd get very hard paddle smacks rather than strap hits.
She said, "Stephanie, I don't want to make you mad. I'm worried about it being that long, though."
Stephanie just looked at her. She didn't say anything, but didn't appear to be getting angry, either.
Angela continued, "I know I've done things I shouldn't have. I PROMISE you, it'll never happen again. The thing is, I won't be able to keep my voice for 25 minutes. As much as I'd want to, I just won't be able to."
Stephanie seemed to thoughtfully consider this.
Angela said, "I know I'm going to get more. I guess I deserve it. But please, don't make it so long that I can't talk. If I start crying, it'll be really bad."
Stephanie agreed. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Well, I guess I'll knock just a little time off. I'll make it 20 minutes, rather than 25. That's final though ..."
As Angela opened her mouth, Stephanie continued, "... and if you give me any static about it, I'll rescind that offer and go back to 25."
Angela quickly closed her mouth.
Stephanie said, "That's 80 slaps. Enough to teach you a lesson, I think. Just make sure you take this lesson to heart, Angela. Like I said, you should be able to sit down again in a couple of weeks. Go to school, work hard on your new career, and ease off of that cruel streak you seem to have. If you do that you'll be fine; you'll be successful in your endeavors. Looking at it that way, I'm actually doing you a favor!"
Angela had difficulty agreeing that Stephanie was doing her a favor by sentencing her to additional strapping. Also, she still had to be very careful not to let on that the punishment would be nowhere near as severe as Stephanie thought. As long as Angela could keep from crying, and would keep saying her embarrassing line, she'd be OK. After 80 more slaps, her bottom would sting and burn badly, but that would go away quickly. By the next day, it probably wouldn't be bad at all.
Angela, actually feeling somewhat relieved, made sure she sounded defeated when she said, "I'm very sorry Stephanie. Please tell Rebecca I'm very sorry, too. I guess I deserve more, but it's really going to hurt. I promise both of you, I'll never bother you again."
Stephanie, apparently satisfied with Angela's reply, said, "OK. Well, we may as well get this started." She walked over to the spanking machine and turned it on. She made another adjustment and '20:00' appeared on the screen, on the opposite side from where the 15 second timer had been displayed.
Stephanie said, "You'll be able to see how much more punishment you have remaining. Just remember to make your speech every 15 seconds!"
Angela nodded, looking concerned. She actually WAS concerned - the strapping was going to really hurt - but she was also quite relieved. After some of the things she had tried to do, she was afraid she'd really get it - that she really wouldn't be able to sit down for a couple of weeks, as Stephanie mentioned.
Stephanie checked Angela's bonds, tightening a couple of them, then pressed a button to start the program. Immediately the familiar '15' appeared on the screen. As it counted down to '14', the duration timer on the other side of the screen changed from '20:00' to '19:59'.
Stephanie walked toward the door. As she walked by the front of the table, without breaking her stride she reached over and turned the microphone off. As she walked out the door, she looked back at Angela and winked. Then she shut the door.
Angela was trying to process Stephanie's last action. "Why'd she turn the microphone off?" she wondered. As the timer counted down, it dawned on her.
"OH SHIT!!!" she thought.
7 ... 6 ... 5 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
Angela gave her speech early. With the microphone off, though, the machine didn't hear her. The countdown continued.
4 ... 3 ...
"I'm a bad girl ... spank me!"
She tried again, louder this time.
2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
15 ... 14 ... 13 ...
"I'M A BAD GIRL ... SPANK ME!"
Angela shouted to the microphone. It made no difference, of course.
12 ... 11 ... 10 ...
"I'M A BAD GIRL ... SPANK ME!"
She tried again, with the same result.
She didn't know what to do! The timer would soon elapse again!
6 ... 5 ... 4 ...
"I'M A BAD GIRL ... SPANK ME!"
3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
"FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!"
This continued for several more timer cycles. Angela kept shouting, but it had no effect. Although the machine couldn't hear her, the paddle apparently agreed with her stated self-assessment and desired remedy, as every 15 seconds it gave her a blazing smack across her naked cheeks.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She was almost certain that Stephanie had planned this all along. THIS was what she had meant when she talked about not sitting down for two weeks. Stephanie had just been playing with her when she was talking about "slaps with the strap".
***S***M***A***C***K***
Looking at the screen, Angela saw the time remaining in her punishment: 17:25. Only two and a half minutes had gone by - 10 swats! Her bottom was already an inferno! Tears were forming. She knew she was going to get the severe punishment she feared ("... and deserve ..." a tiny voice inside her said).
3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
***S***M***A***C***K***
Realizing that, with the microphone off, there was nothing she could do to get the machine to strap her instead of giving her the paddle, she turned her attention to her bonds. The last time she was on the table it had been impossible for her to get free, but maybe this time would be different.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The paddle had caught her off-guard. Not that it would have made any real difference had she been focusing on the timer; she just wouldn't have been as surprised.
She tried hard to slip her right wrist out of the cuff. She got nowhere.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Damn it, her bottom REALLY stung. That thing was hitting her HARD!
She tried getting her left wrist out next. Same result - no dice.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She glanced at the screen and saw 16:28. Tears started to fall.
She had to keep trying! This time rather than attempting to slip her wrists out, she just pulled with all her might, hoping to rip the cuffs from the table. It didn't work.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She tried several other maneuvers - anything to get away. Her efforts failed.
***S***M***A***C***K***
She knew she wasn't going to get out of this. Her bottom was going to be punished more severely than anything it had ever experienced before, including her prior punishment on this same table and the discipline her Aunt Ruth, along with the card players, had given her.
"... you deserve this ..." the tiny voice said.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Looking at her bottom on the screen made it feel even worse. It was still very red from her earlier strapping. However the area where she was getting hit by the paddle was already much deeper red. It looked very sore, and, in fact, it was!
***S***M***A***C***K***
The only good thing, small though it was, about this punishment was that there was a fair amount of time between each smack. It wasn't nearly enough time though, to really help. In fact, she reflected, maybe it was even worse, because it made the punishment drag out!
"... you're very bad .......... you NEED this ..." the tiny voice of her conscience told her.
***S***M***A***C***K***
15:10 showed on the monitor. Not even a quarter of the way through!
Angela was crying a little harder. She studiously avoided looking at the screen. She didn't want to see her ravaged rear end anymore! She didn't want to see the damned time either!
***S***M***A***C***K***
Through her tears, she recalled Stephanie saying, "... teach you a lesson ..." Most annoyingly, in her thoughts the tiny voice chimed in again "... learn .......... learn your lesson ..."
The voice of her conscience was starting to piss her off. She wanted to lay it on its stomach and give it a hard slap on the rump.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
Glowering, she concluded that spanking her own conscience wasn't such a great idea.
Still resisting the temptation to look at the screen, she tried to think of something else - something to take her mind off the paddling she was getting. That was not at all easy to do, with the instrument of her punishment constantly reminding her of its presence.
***S***M***A***C***K***
Then she thought back to the first part of her punishment, when everyone watched her get strapped. She remembered some of the people in the group; a couple of them in particular were especially nasty. They jeered at her and enjoyed her extreme discomfort.
***S***M***A***C***K***
As she continued thinking about the group, she recalled one of the girls - the worst one of them all. As she thought about it, in her mind the girl's appearance changed. Suddenly, the girl looked just like Angela! It was she, herself, who was in the audience! It was SHE who was so cruel!
Angela, greatly disturbed by this vision, pushed it out of her mind.
***S***M***A***C***K***
As some more time went by, her crying intensified. Then she made the mistake of looking at the screen, thinking that her punishment must be nearly over. Aside of the image of her bottom with its deep red, angry welts, she saw the time: 11:31.
***S***M***A***C***K***
"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Not even halfway done!!!!
In her thoughts, the tiny voice gave its longest speech yet: "... you're a bad girl ... now you're going to be taught a lesson ... and you can't do a thing about it ..."
She was bawling with the knowledge that her tender, smarting bottom still had a lot of punishment in store for it. She was a student and the paddle was her teacher - a teacher which was going to give her a great deal of personal attention. Her instructor would make very, very sure she learned her lesson!
***S***M***A***C***K***
She continued bawling for the remainder of her punishment.
*********
It took quite a while for Angela's crying to subside to the point where she became aware that Stephanie and Rebecca had returned to the room. When she looked over and saw them, they walked over and released her from the table. They helped her get down, careful not to touch her extremely sensitive bottom.
Rebecca handed her clothes to her. She made one brief attempt to put her panties on, but quickly gave up on the idea. Rebecca and Stephanie guided her into the next room, where she could lie on a sofa bed.
Stephanie got her a blanket and tried to put it over her, but it hurt her too much when it touched her bottom. Stephanie removed the blanket, then checked to make sure the room would be warm enough for the naked girl.
Rebecca left, but Stephanie stayed with Angela. She wanted to talk to her briefly, but couldn't just yet; she had to wait for her crying to wane a little more.
As Angela started to recover, she thought back over what had happened to her that day. Previously, she had simply been too "occupied" to really think. She thought about the humiliation she had been forced to endure. She began to understand the repercussions of it - none of the people in attendance liked her; in fact, a couple of the girls really hated her. They would have taken many pictures and videos. She had no doubt some of them would post the material everywhere. The whole world would see her, stark naked, asking over and over to be spanked, and getting what she asked for.
Just as this realization hit Angela, Stephanie started talking to her. She said, "You can stay here for night. I sure hope you've learned your lesson, Angela!"
Angela replied, "You've ruined me. They'll post pictures of me everywhere. I'll never be able to show my face again!" She started crying harder.
"No one took pictures."
Angela turned her head and looked intensely at Stephanie.
"We didn't allow phones or cameras in there. We made that very clear."
Angela's crying had eased again. Her penetrating gaze continued; she stared unblinking right into Stephanie's eyes.
Stephanie started to feel anxious. She had no idea what was going through Angela's mind. She didn't know what to say. Finally, she said, "We just wanted to teach you a lesson."
"Thank you," Angela said, still staring.
Stephanie hadn't expected this at all. The girl they totally humiliated, the girl whose rear end was covered with glowing, very painful looking welts ... was thanking her? She didn't know what to expect; what nastiness was Angela about to throw at her? She started to slowly back away.
"I mean it, thank you!!" Angela said. "I'm very sorry for the trouble I gave you. It won't happen again, I promise you!"
Stephanie had been ready to make a hasty retreat, but now she began to realize the girl was serious! She was having trouble understanding it.
Stephanie started defending her and Rebecca's actions - "I'm sorry we had to put you through that. You were just going too far, and you wouldn't stop trying to get even! Remember, Angela, you were the one who started it all when you stole Rebecca's clothes and got her in so much trouble!"
"I know," Angela replied, "I deserved what I got."
Stephanie thought to herself, "What's happened to her??"
Stephanie continued talking. She felt a need to further justify their actions - justify the severe punishment they had meted out.
"Think about it, Angela. Suppose things went the way you originally planned. How hard would you have spanked me if the other girls didn't come to the rescue?"
"You're right," Angela replied. "It would have been even worse than what you gave me! I'm very sorry - I mean it."
"It's OK, Angela." Stephanie had given an automatic reply. The whole thing had definitely NOT been "OK" - she just didn't know what else to say!
"Thank you again," Angela told her. "You could have easily ruined me."
Stephanie, feeling uncomfortable, but also unconsciously softening toward the girl, told her, "Try to rest, Angela. I know it hurts - it'll take a while before it feels better. Try to get some sleep."
Stephanie patted her on the back. It felt odd doing that, but she wanted to comfort her a little.
Angela said, "I'm just like them, aren't I?"
Stephanie didn't know what she meant.
Angela elaborated. "I'm just like some of those girls. The ones who kept saying nasty things to me. The ones that were so hateful. I'm just like them."
Stephanie gasped. This had again caught her completely off guard. She knew Angela was absolutely right - she was just like a couple of the girls in the audience - the really cruel ones that that seemed especially happy when Angela started crying.
Stephanie thought briefly, then replied, "You don't have to be like them. You can be anything you want."
That seemed to satisfy the girl. She laid her head down to try to rest. Without thinking, Stephanie put her face next to Angela's and gave her a maternal kiss on the cheek. Then she left.
Angela, despite the intense burning and stinging in her bottom, actually felt better. She felt a calmness she hadn't experienced in a long time.
*********
Angela didn't sleep at all that night. Her punished bottom simply hurt too much. In the morning, Stephanie and Rebecca brought her something to eat. She didn't attempt to dress; she ate her meal standing up, butt naked. After a while, she lay down again. She was very tired.
About midmorning, she dozed off. She started to dream. There was a volcano; it had a very narrow opening at the top. Her bare bottom was stuck in the opening, like a cork in a bottle. The lava, wanting to get out, crashed against her butt. Then, inside the volcano, the lava formed into a hand. The hand of lava started smacking her bottom - it burned and stung terribly. The lava was annoyed because her backside was blocking its exit! The burning hand kept hitting her bare bottom over and over again! She woke up.
She was so very tired. Despite the pain in her rear end, she dozed off again. She was running naked through a forest. There was a cloud of insects following her. She kept running - she wanted to keep away from them; she knew they were up to no good! As she ran, a couple of the trees reached out and grasped her with their branches. They held her firmly in place. The cloud of insects hovered behind her. The lead insect brought out a tiny bugle and blew through it. Apparently, it was a command to attack! All of the insects brought out tiny swords and pointed them toward the front. At full speed, they flew right toward Angela's bare butt! She tried to get away, but the trees held her there. The insects flew right into their target. Angela felt an indescribable stinging sensation! She woke again.
Unfortunately, while the dream vanished, the stinging didn't. Still ... she couldn't keep her eyes open. In a few minutes, exhausted, she fell asleep once more. In a dream, she was lying on a beach. It was a hot, sunny day. She had herself covered with a light blanket from head to toe. Not to keep warm - it was plenty warm out - just to block out the intense rays of the sun. She gradually realized there was a hole in the blanket. Her bottom was sticking out of the hole! For reasons that weren't clear, she wasn't wearing anything below the waist. But that meant her uncovered backside had been exposed to the sun's rays! She looked back at it. It was glowing bright red!! She touched it. She felt a very strong burning sensation over her whole bottom! She woke.
She thought of getting up, but didn't. She just didn't have the energy. In a few minutes, she fell asleep again - it was right around noon. This time, she slept soundly. Any dreams she had were not remembered. She slept for many hours, not waking until early the next morning.
During that time, Rebecca and Stephanie checked on her periodically. Completely unaware of her observers, the naked girl slept comfortably on her stomach. They just left her sleep. Stephanie had told Rebecca about how Angela had acted and what she said. Rebecca was as completely surprised as Stephanie had been, never imagining that such behavior was possible from someone like Angela.
After waking up, Angela put her top on, but still didn't try to wear anything below her waist. Maybe a little later, she thought. Her rear end was still quite sensitive.
Rebecca and Stephanie brought her some food. Rebecca told her they'd drive her home if she was up to it. It would be uncomfortable, but they'd get a pillow for her to sit on - that would help some. As Angela was standing there eating, all three of them suddenly seemed to become acutely aware of the fact that Angela was naked below the waist. It seemed odd that this would bother any of them, considering Angela hadn't worn anything for nearly two days! Maybe it was because she now had a top on. In any case, all three of them started feeling a little embarrassed. Angela just tried to ignore the situation and continued eating exactly as she was, until she had finished her meal. Then she put the rest of her clothes on.
Although her bottom was still quite uncomfortable, Angela was willing to try sitting in a car, as she wanted to get back to her apartment. The three of them got into Stephanie's vehicle. As promised, they gave Angela a pillow to sit on. It helped, but the girl still winced and gasped when she sat down.
The drive back was uneventful, but painful for Angela despite her pillow. More time would need to go by before she'd be able to sit comfortably!
They all got out of Stephanie's car. The three of them stood in front of the entrance to Angela's apartment. Suddenly, Angela gave Stephanie a hug. Stephanie, yet again, was completely surprised by the girl's actions! Despite her shock, Stephanie hugged her back. Angela then did the same with Rebecca.
As Stephanie and Rebecca turned to walk back to the car, Angela watched. In particular, she focused on Stephanie's swaying rear end. Her lust once again started to grow. Thoughts of spanking Stephanie - getting her sexy bottom good and red - filled her mind. There was a difference now, however. The feelings of anger, of spite, which had so dominated her in the past, were no longer there. It was great not to be burdened by those negative emotions! Like unwelcome guests, they had been asked to leave the building.
Despite the considerable soreness which trailed closely behind her, a tenderness which would accompany her for days ahead, Angela felt happy as she went into her apartment.