Two weeks after Rebekah had ordered 12 whacks of the slipper from the website ‘Spanked to Order’ she met up with her friends Lisa and Helen in a cafe in their local park. Her spanking had been given in front of her friends as compensation for them taking the rap when it was in fact Rebekah who had stolen the cakes at school several years earlier.
“How’s your bottom?” Lisa enquired, as they all sat down with cakes and Lattes.
“It’s fine now, thank you,” Rebekah replied with a smile and a giggle.
“How long was it sore for?” Helen asked, screwing up her face in sympathy. She’d remembered how sore her friend's bottom had looked that evening.
“It was pretty sore the next day and then the pain dissipated over the next few days. I had some bruising for about five days, but to be honest it was worth every whack I received. I’ve felt so much less guilty since that spanking. It’s like a veil had been lifted, and it has really cemented our friendship by tying up what I considered a loose end.”
“You were very brave to go ahead with it,” said Lisa. “We know only too well how six whacks with the slipper stings as we’ve had that at school. Twelve whacks must have been so-o-o painful.”
“It was painful at the time,” Rebekah agreed. “But it was worth it.”
“Well done, honey. We thought you were brave to take the whacks in front of us as well which must have added to the humiliation,” Lisa continued as she squeezed Rebekah’s hand in friendship.
Helen nodded in agreement and spoke quietly and hesitantly, “Actually, I’ve been thinking a little bit about your spanking over the past week.” Helen was quite a tall girl, with strawberry blonde hair, brown eyes, wore stylish academic-looking glasses, and was very thin with a nice small round, pert bottom. She was the brightest and most academic of the friends who had had a fairly strict upbringing at home. On more than one occasion, she’d been over her mother’s knee for a painful hand or hairbrush spanking, sometimes on her bare bottom.
The other two girls gave her a glance of encouragement to continue as they were literally all ears to hear where Helen’s thoughts were going.
“I’ve had a few spankings at home and a couple at school,” Helen continued. “But none for a few years now and I, well, I sort of miss them.”
The friends looked on quizzically.
“As you said, Rebekah, it is a good way of feeling less guilty when you have done something wrong; a sort of penance. Whenever I’ve been spanked I’ve felt the same as you, like I’m starting afresh in the weeks that follow. Despite them being painful experiences at the time they’ve always encouraged me to make positive adjustments in my life in the past.”
“You’re not thinking of signing up for spanking on the website, are you?” Lisa giggled half-heartedly.
“Well, I’m not sure,” came the reply. “I’ve been drinking too much lately, especially since the exams finished and I’ve found myself in some quite dangerous situations. Coming home on the night bus last week I was in such a state, this guy had to help me get home and had he not been so nice anything could have happened.”
“Good grief!” Lisa squeaked. “That was not very clever was it?”
Helen shook her head in embarrassment.
“If you went ahead with the spanking, what do you think you would order? Have you thought about that?” asked Rebekah.
“Well,” Helen continued. “I have thought about it. I’ve looked online at different styles of corporal punishments and I think maybe our American cousins have the right idea. So, I’d probably order six whacks with the wooden paddle. I’m an adult now so it would definitely be on my bare bottom.”
Rebekah grimaced. “Wow. That would really hurt and leave you sore for more than a few days.” she exclaimed. “The wooden paddle is worse than the slipper I would say.”
“That’s the point of a spanking,”, Lisa chipped in. “Come to think of it, I’ve been a real pain at home since the exams. I’ve not really been pulling my weight in terms of housework. I’ve been out very late; my room is a real mess and my mum is always nagging me. We’ve argued on several occasions and I know it’s my fault.”
“You should have joined me.” Helen looked into Lisa’s eyes, with an expression which indicated that she meant it.
There was a silence among the friends as they finished their coffees. Rebekah said she’d get some refills and when she returned her two friends had a look of resolve on their faces.
“We’ve decided to go ahead and order our spankings,” Helen announced.
“Oh, my God, no way.” Rebekah genuinely sounded shocked.
“You can witness us get our spankings if you like,” said Helen. “After all, we watched you get yours and as your parents are still away we were hoping we could get them administered at your house.”
“Can we come round to your house this evening and order them before we chicken out?” asked Lisa.
“Sure, come round about 7.00 pm. You’ll have to order them for early next week as my parents will be back later next week.”
“Perfect.” Helen smiled.
The friends changed the subject, finished at the cafe and went their separate ways.
At 7.00 pm, Helen was the last to arrive at Rebekah’s house. As she entered the lounge, Lisa was already at the table staring at the laptop which was all booted up.
“We’ve logged onto the site,” Lisa said with a brave over-confident voice. Lisa was five foot seven inches tall, had long brunette hair which today was in a ponytail, brown puppy-dog eyes and a very pretty round face. She always looked elegant, with her full, well rounded breasts, accentuated by her choice of bra, a slim waist and full firm bottom. She was wearing tight-fitting jeans and a low cut jumper, so her cleavage was very much in full view.
Helen joined the other two and, after half an hour, they had ordered a US style high school spanking with a wooden paddle for both Lisa and Helen. The position would be in line with a high school paddling, with the girls bending over grasping their ankles, their bottoms thus presenting perfect targets. They had agreed to wear their school gym kit which consisted of maroon gym knickers and white t-shirt with maroon edging. They would be required to pull their knickers down to their knees before they bent over for punishment. Six strokes to be administered as firm as a student in the US would receive from a principal./p>
They ordered the spanking for the following Tuesday at Rebekah’s house, and in the notes section they had explained why they each needed paddling. They asked if Mary, the same lady who had spanked Rebekah, would spank them.
Just as they were about to click the ‘Checkout’ button, Rebekah stopped them.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “And I think I should join you.”
“What?” Helen looked at her friend.
“Well, I know I got the slipper the other week but like you two I have another confession. So, I should join you as well.”
“What did you do?” asked Lisa, looking perplexed and sort of delighted they would all be getting a sore bottom.
“You remember last Christmas when the new tennis coach, Miss Stanley, had her handbag stolen and a picture of that warning letter from the headmistress regarding her drinking on a school trip was circulated?”
“Yes, we all remember that!” Helen smiled. “It was great fun for year 13 having that ammo to tease her with. We got away with murder as we knew she was being watched.”
“Well, I stole the bag and circulated the letter,” said Rebekah. “It was pretty much out of revenge for her subbing me off in the semi-final of the county hockey competition.”
“Whoah! It was you?” Lisa sounded shocked.
“Not my finest hour, and if she’d found out it was me I’d have been given a thorough slippering by Mrs Grange in the gym, or possibly even an uncomfortable trip to see the headmistress for a caning.”
“Six strokes of the cane, for sure,” Helen agreed.
Rebekah said no more but altered the ‘order’ so that all three girls were getting six strokes of the US style paddle. She added her reasons in the notes section.
Once they had paid and the email confirmation was received, they were ready. It was just a matter of waiting until the following Tuesday.
It was 6.00 pm and the girls had all arrived at Rebekah’s house. They had changed into their gym outfits and it would be fair to say the maroon gym knickers were a snug fit on all three of them; bits of bare flesh could be seen seeping out of the panties round the edges. It didn’t really matter they had grown out of them as they would be coming down soon anyway.
The lounge had been arranged so a low wooden coffee table was in the middle of the room. The friends sat on the sofa and took it in turns to bend over in front of each other, placing their hands firmly on the low coffee table with legs straight. There was enough room for a paddle to be swung at each well-presented bottom, and those on the sofa were right behind so they could see the damage it would be doing. The only difference was that their knickers were still in place for this dry run, but each girl knew they would soon be required to pull them down.
The three friends were all waiting anxiously when Mary rang the bell. She was greeted by Rebekah and shown into the lounge. She gave the girls her familiar, warm smile and from her case she pulled out three consent forms; one for each of the girls to sign.
They all signed without hesitation and Mary returned them to her bag.
Next out of the bag was the wooden paddle which she made sure the girls could take a good look at. It was approximately 15 inches long, three inches wide, and one-half inch thick. There was a six-inch handle at one end and it was a sort of browny-red colour. The girls figured out it was cherrywood; good and hard for disciplining young ladies’ bottoms.
“Right ladies, who’s up first?” Mary asked with a friendly smile.
The girls hadn’t thought about that and there was some discussion as no-one really wanted to be first. They all wanted to see what it was like so they could prepare themselves. They thought about alphabetical order and then Lisa asked if Rebekah had a set of dice. Rebekah fetched two dice from her Monopoly set.
“Lowest score goes first, highest score goes last,” Lisa announced with a wicked smile.
“Great idea,” Helen said. “A game of chance.”
Helen rolled the two dice; 5 and 3, so a total of 8. ‘Above average,’ she thought. I could be first up, but unlikely.
Rebekah rolled; a double 5, so a total of 10. ‘I’m not going first,’ she thought, and smiled at Helen, who looked a little nervous.
Lisa rolled; a 4 and a 1, so a total of 5.
“Lisa first, then you Helen, and finally Rebekah,” Mary said.
“OK, up you come then.” Mary pointed the paddle at Lisa. “Pull your knickers down and bend over,” she commanded in a more serious tone.
Mary and the girls watched as Lisa walked up to the coffee table, pulled her knickers down to her knees and bent right over so her hands were flat on the coffee table.
“Now stay in position for all of your six strokes, please,” Mary sounded as authoritative as usual as she continued to read out the reason for the punishment.
With her white bottom taut and now displayed to the girls, Lisa felt very vulnerable. She kept her legs clamped tightly together with the help of her gym knickers and waited.
Once Mary had taken her position to the left of Lisa, she rested the paddle on the white globes and pulled it back. The first swing caught everyone by surprise with its speed and ferocity. It moved from below the presented bottom and, WHACK, brutally crashed into the lower part of the two globes. Lisa screeched, the force sent her forward and her bottom wobbled. The girls on the sofa winced as Lisa pushed her hands onto the coffee table to take her weight and lifted her feet one at a time off the floor trying to reduce the pain. There was now a rectangular red mark across the white flesh.
“Oh my God,” Helen mumbled under her breath.
Lisa steadied herself with her bottom again sticking out. It was so much worse than expected and it felt like her bottom was already as sore as it would have been after six strokes of the slipper.
Whilst these thoughts were going through her head, WHACK, the next scorching stroke landed, pressing deep into the lower part of the left cheek. As the paddle came back, the flesh beneath it took on a deeper red hue. There was now a purple ring in the middle of the cheek with the inside looking white hot. Lisa was beginning to regret her bravado and indeed also her behaviour at home. Helen was right, it was having an effect and there was no doubt Lisa would be pulling her weight at home after this.
WHACK. Lisa grunted and pushed into the table with all her might as the wicked paddle slammed into her right cheek. “Aghhh!” she squealed as her bottom was now getting unbearably sore and another circular painful purple patch appeared in the middle, to match the left cheek.
Half-way there and Lisa’s bottom was red, purple and crimson in patches.
WHACK. The fourth stroke came under and up again. With total accuracy it scorched the fleshy spot at the bottom of the left buttock and another screech emanated from Lisa. “Owwww! Owww! Owww!” Lisa let go of the table and hopped around rubbing her bottom.
“Please regain your position.” Mary spoke in a very irritated voice. “Ladies are expected to remain in position as it quite clearly states in the contract you signed. We will discuss the ramifications of this later, but I do have the option of applying extra strokes.”
Silence descended and Lisa quickly resumed her position apologising as she bent over again. The other girls looked at her red, crimson and purple coloured bottom, which was a bit swollen with not much white flesh visible.
WHACK. The fifth again hit the right cheek and Lisa managed to stay bent over although her knickers had now fallen down to her ankles, her legs were no longer clamped together and she was stamping her feet, gasping and grunting.
The final WHACK was pretty much central across both buttocks, and again the sound echoed around the room. Lisa squealed and gasped in some air as the pain soared across her already sore bottom.
Helen and Rebekah looked on in silence. This was much worse than the slipper and was proving to be a very painful experience.
“You may stand when you are ready, Lisa,” Mary said. “You can pull your knickers up if you like.”
“Thank you,. Miss,” Lisa said as she stood up and rubbed her bottom. She sat down gingerly on the sofa, tears in her eyes and bottom throbbing. She had taken her knickers off completely and held them in her hand, the elastic biting into the sore flesh was not what she needed.
“OK, next up.” Mary pointed at Helen. Helen was beginning to really regret this. She had gotten them all into a situation.
“Oh, me.” Helen looked glum. “This is worse than any spanking I have ever had,” she said, in the hope Mary would go easy on her. She knew the routine and pulled her knickers down to her knees and bent right over, placing her hands on the table. She was taller than the others with long arms and the whole action was elegant and her legs were perfectly straight and just slightly separated for balance. Mary moved to the side and placed the paddle against the new set of creamy white buttocks. She read out the reason for the paddling and the paddle was pulled back.
The now familiar WHACK rang around. The speed caught Helen out, and the pain was indeed as bad as when the hairbrush had been applied by her mum. “Aghh!” she grunted as a red patch appeared right across the centre of her bottom. She reached back to rub her bottom furiously to try to alleviate the pain.
“Hands back in place please!” Mary turned and smiled at Lisa as a reminder there was possibly more to come for her. “Another one of you who can’t remember to stay in position, as per the contract,” she continued.
After some wriggling, Helen was gasping and gritting her teeth with her bottom firmly stuck out and her legs now a little further apart. All attempt at modesty had gone out the window as she needed to brace herself or she would be thrust forward and topple over. WHACK, the second stroke hit the middle of the left buttock. Helen pretty much stayed in place, so the next WHACK followed fairly quickly, applied firmly to the right buttock.
Halfway through, and Helen was gasping and wriggling her bottom furiously whilst trying to remain bent over. Undeterred, Mary continued to apply the paddle, very firmly to the poor girl’s now very sore bottom.
There was a little pause as the paddle was lined up again and then, WHACK, the paddle slammed from below her bottom and rose up perfectly into the flesh of the left buttock. There was another scream, the bottom wobbled and Helen’s feet tap-danced on the floor. She was grunting and groaning but settled back into position determined to make less fuss and take her medicine. Her bottom was looking very sore and Lisa squirmed on the sofa, still feeling the effects of her recent paddling. Rebekah grabbed her hand and squeezed gently.
WHACK, Helen’s torment continued as the paddle did its work on the right cheek, which joined the rest of the bottom in looking purple and red and sore. She was nearly there but her bottom was on fire. The final stroke, WHACK, hit dead centre again.
“Aghhh! Owwwee!” she squealed as she moved forward and rested on the table, her knickers falling down as she kicked her legs some more in a most inelegant way.
“Up you get, when you are ready,” Mary said.
Helen rose, tears in her eyes and exchanged places with Rebekah, who was anxious to get this over with.
Helen, too, had removed her gym knickers and was holding them in her hand as she sat down gingerly and grimaced as the rough fabric of the sofa cushion scraped her sore bottom.
“Okay, knickers down and into position then,” Mary pointed to Rebekah.
Rebekah, like her friends, bent over with her bottom sticking out and knickers stretched round her knees, clamping her legs together. Mary had of course recently seen this bottom before.
“Well, you have recovered nicely from your slippering, young lady. The effects of this spanking will last quite a bit longer, that’s for sure.”
WHACK. Mary wasted no time and the familiar bright red rectangle appeared right across the middle of Rebekah’s backside.
“Aghhhh! Nooo!” Rebekah stood and rubbed her bottom which she thought had caught fire.
“You three can’t stay in position can you?” Mary chuckled. “Back down, please, and we will deal with the extras for each of you at the end.”
Rebekah resumed her helpless position, her naked bottom, well-presented legs slightly apart for balance to receive the next two, one on each cheek. Mary was very accurate and swung with consistent force, so each bottom had pretty much looked the same. She was proud of her work and listened to Rebekah's pleading, gasping and grunting as she was deservedly punished for what she had done to that young new teacher.
Rebekah lasted for the rest of her punishment and, like her two friends, grunted and squealed as she stood up. Like her predecessors, she took her knickers off and sat down. Her bottom was different shades of dark red all over.
“Now, all three of you rubbed your bottoms and it says quite clearly in the contract that you should not interfere with the spanking unless you use the safe word,” Mary lectured the girls as they sat uncomfortably on the sofa from both the telling-off and their already sore bottoms.
“To finish your punishment you will all stand, go over to the wall and face it with your hands on your heads. Leave your knickers on the sofa as you won’t need them.”
The girls looked horrified.
“Please, Miss,” Lisa complained. “I didn’t mean to,” her voice drifted off.
Helen took the lead. “Mary is right. We need to do this properly.”
They all rose, walked over to the wall, faced it and put their hands on their heads. Three well-spanked bottoms all lined up and all now deep crimson, purple and sore were sticking out.
Mary moved along from Lisa on the left, to Rebekah on the right of the line. She applied two further hard swats to each girl. One WHACK on each cheek. All strokes were met with high-pitched yelps and wriggling, but the girls knew better than to move and kept their hands firmly on their heads as their bottoms were heated up further.
Mary looked at her handiwork with immense satisfaction. A trio of very sore bottoms in front of her which she knew had driven each message home. She had real admiration for these girls who were able to know when they needed to be punished and were prepared to pay the price. She hoped she would be seeing them all again in the future.
“Girls, you have been very brave,” she said. “You each now know the value of a punishment and I hope you feel it has helped you pay for previous misdemeanours and conduct. Do call us again if you are in need.”
Mary put the paddle away in her case and left with no further words.
The girls met in the cafe again the following week. They reviewed the pictures of their bottoms which they had taken immediately after their paddlings and had posted in their own WhatsApp group.
“A reminder for us all,” said Helen as she looked at the sore bottoms.
“Yes, it has done us all a world of good,” said Lisa.
“Agreed,” said Rebekah. “It’s good to take a spanking once in a while and Mary sure does a very good job!”
The girls nodded and agreed to meet after their first university semester, just before Christmas.
The End
© Colin Brooks 2024
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