Thus, four days later when Abigail took a day off work to visit the farm where her horse, Fred, was kept and looked after by the farmer’s daughter, her only thought was to have an enjoyable ride through the open countryside. She was greeted by Emma, the farmer’s daughter.

“You okay to muck out Fred’s stable, Abi? Emma asked. “I’d help you but I’ve got the farm’s accounts to catch up on. I’ll be up in the house if you need me for anything.”

“Okay, no worries!”

Abigail mucked out Fred’s stable and then went to the tack room to fetch her saddle and harness. The room was dark when she opened the door and, without thinking, she went across to the far wall where her tack was kept, passing several saddles neatly stored on low trestles. Even when the door slammed shut behind her, she thought nothing of it. When someone spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Emma? Is that you?” It didn’t sound like Emma’s voice, but her father was divorced, so there weren’t usually other females around.

“No, I’m Virginia. I believe you’ve been expecting me.”

Even in the low light of the tack room, Abigail could make out three women approaching her.

“And I’m Angie,” the other woman said. “Here to take photographs and assist Virginia, should she need it.”

“And I’m Samantha,” a young blond-haired girl added. “I just assist if necessary.”

“What do you want?” It was a stupid question, because Sarah had named the three women who called at her flat to spank her and take photographs to illustrate her humiliation.

Virginia smiled as she flicked several switches and turned on ceiling-mounted lights.

“I’m sure you know only too well why we’re here, Abi. That’s what your friends call you, isn’t it?”

Abigail looked through a window at the farmhouse three hundred feet away; too far to call for Emma to help her.

“You’re not going to spank me!” Abigail declared.

“Aren’t we? You work in a solicitors’ office, don’t you? We have some amazing photos of you robbing several shops, expensive shops. I wonder how your employers would react if we were to send copies of the photos to them.”

“They’d probably call the police and report you for extortion.”

Virginia and Angie both laughed. “Really? Would you like to test your theory?” Virginia asked.

“I don’t think you should, Abi,” Samantha added.

Abigail didn’t reply.

“No? You don’t want to try it?” Virginia continued. “So, shall we stop wasting time and move on to your chastisement?”

“My what?”

“Your spanking, dear. I hope your friend Sarah gave you an accurate description of her punishment. But maybe she didn’t tell you everything? You will take those delightful jodhpurs off and bend over. I shall pull your knickers down and spank your bare bottom; around fifty smacks with a purpose-made paddle. Regard it as a warning. Shoplift again and we will know about it. Then your chastisement will be much more severe, much more painful.”

“Seriously?” Abigail ran her hands down her hips, down the sides of her tight-fitting, almost white jodhpurs. “You think I’m taking these off in front of you three? And then I’m going to bend over and let you smack my bottom?”

“Actually, I do. I’m sure Sarah has told you all about us and her chastisement. Take a few minutes to think about it. Think about those photos we have of you stealing expensive things from a number of shops. Think about the consequences if we sent copies to such people as your employers, friends, perhaps some family members too. I’m sure you will see that the spanking we’re offering really is a sensible alternative.”

“I’m not as gullible as Sarah. Even if I did let you do this to me, how do I know you wouldn’t find me again and use the same threats to do it all again?”

“You have my word. We will keep those photos and other information we have on you for one year. If you don’t shoplift again, or commit some other crime, then we will destroy our file and you will never hear from us again. I promise.”

Abigail kept silent, thinking, and the three women allowed her the time to consider her options.

“S-so how would this w-work?” Abigail stammered.

Virginia smiled. Now she knew she had Abigail at least considering her solution. She looked around, noting that the saddles stored on trestles seemed the ideal height for a short, slim girl like Abigail to lie across.

“If we use one of these saddles, Angie, would that give you enough light to take some good photographs?”

“Um, maybe if we use one near a window and get her to bend over so her bottom is facing the window. That and the flash on the camera should give enough light.”

“Hold on. What if the farmer’s daughter looks out from the house?” Abigail reasoned. “She would see what is going on.”

“Through these dirty windows?” Angie asked. “I don’t think she would see anything. And if she did, well, just a little added embarrassment for you.”

“Really? You don’t think she might come and investigate?” Abigail countered. “What on earth would she think if she saw me bent over one of those saddles with you spanking me?”

Samantha laughed. “It might be rather fun, actually. Anyway, I’m sure we could handle it. Shall I get everything ready?”

She selected one of the trestles and dragged it into a position so Abigail’s backside would be facing one of the windows when she bent over. “How about that? Just perfect for Abi to bend across!”

“Fine. Over to you, Abi,” Virginia turned to the nineteen-year-old. “Take your jodhpurs off and bend over the saddle. I’ll pull your knickers down once you’re in position.”

“What? You really think I’m going to let you do that?”

“Actually, I do. I think you’re well aware how difficult the alternatives would be for you.”

Abigail stood facing the three women.

“Come on, Abi,” Samantha smiled. “Let us spank your lovely bottom and that will be the end of it. It’s quite a good deal, when you think about it.”

“Is that really true?” Abigail looked at Virginia. “You spank me and then we’re done? Forever?

“Absolutely. Guaranteed, as long as the stealing stops.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then the three of us will put you over the saddle anyway, pull your jodhpurs down and then your panties, and then Samantha will hold you down while I spank your bare bottom. Believe me, you are going to be spanked, one way or the other.”

Abigail weighed up the odds. There were three of them, and she didn’t doubt for one moment they could do just as Virginia said. She could either cooperate, or be held down, stripped and spanked anyway.

“Oh, alright then.”

Abigail leaned on another of the trestles to support herself as she began pulling off her riding boots. Whether she liked it or not, she was now convinced this was the best way out of a difficult situation. She just hoped what Virginia said was true, and this really would be the end of the matter, as long as she didn’t steal again, and she most certainly had no intention of reoffending after this.

With the riding boots now off, Abigail turned her attention to taking off her jodhpurs. They were tight, very tight, and she knew they showed off her ample bottom to perfection. She saw the three women watching her as she eased the jodhpurs down her legs and finally stepped out of them. Although she felt strangely comfortable in their presence, she adjusted her brief white panties, trying to cover as much of her bottom as possible. The short tail of her white blouse offered little concealment.

“S-shall I t-take my knickers off too?” Abigail asked nervously.

“If you want,” replied Virginia. “Or I can pull them down when you’re across the saddle.”

The white panties weren’t expensive, but Abigail didn’t want them lying around her ankles on the dirty floor. She again used the nearest trestle to support herself as she slipped them down and freed them from her feet. She picked up her jodhpurs and the knickers and laid them on the saddle on top of the trestle.

“Ready? Come over to this saddle by the window,” Virginia invited her.

There was no backing out now. Smiling ruefully, Sarah approached the polished leather saddle as it rested on the trestle and immediately placed herself across it. Samantha pulled her a little further over so her bottom was perfectly presented.

“Good girl,” Virginia commented as Abigail lay waiting. Turning to Angie, she added, “Always better when they cooperate, I find. Are you ready with the camera?”

“Let me take a few shots of her and check for correct exposure.”

“Well, her bottom is well exposed!” Samantha joked.

Angie pulled a face; she’d heard that joke before, a number of times.

“Yes, all set. Ready when you are,” Angie confirmed, and held the camera ready.

Abigail felt Virginia place one hand on her back, holding her down, and braced herself. Within just a second or two, Virginia slapped the paddle firmly across the centre of Abigail’s bottom. That didn’t seem too bad, but as more spanks followed Abigail felt each one sting a little more than the previous one, and soon they were beginning to really hurt.

Virginia continued aiming blow after blow, covering the whole of Abigail’s bottom and turning it increasingly red and sore-looking. Abigail felt real pain now and wondered how long this would go on for, and whether she would be able to stand it. She also heard the steady clicking of the camera as Angie took shot after shot.

“Keep still!” Virginia commanded when Abigail started wriggling. “I can’t spank a moving target!”

Abigail did her best to obey, but the spanks were hurting more and more, and it seemed only natural to try and avoid the onslaught.

And then the spanking stopped.

“There! I think that’s enough to have taught you a good lesson, my girl.”

Abigail looked round. Virginia had stood back, although Angie was still taking photos of her sore bottom. Soon, though, even that stopped.

“C-can I get up, p-please?” Abigail asked timidly.

“Yes. You’re done,” Virginia confirmed.

Abigail gently eased herself up from the saddle and began rubbing her sore bottom.

“God, that hurts!”

“Good. It’s supposed to. Hopefully it hurts enough to deter you from ever stealing again. However, just as a little extra punishment, I want you to stand up straight with your hands by your sides. No more rubbing your bottom until the five minutes is up.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t my sore bottom enough?”

“Indulge us. It’s just a few short minutes to reflect on what has happened, and what the consequences might mean if you decided to start stealing again.”

“I won’t! I won’t! You can be very sure of that.”

“Good to hear, although just remember we know where you are and if you do shoplift again then the punishment will be twice as painful. I hope you understand that.”

“I do. I do.”

“Good. Then we’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your ride.”

“With that sore bottom?” Samantha laughed.

When the three women left the tack room, Abigail went back to where she had left her clothes and slowly got dressed. She really didn’t want to go riding now, but her horse would be expecting her to take him out into the open country and she would suffer as much discomfort as she had to so he wasn’t disappointed.

Two days later, in their favourite café, the four girls of the little shoplifting gang sat around a table to discuss what had happened to Sarah and now Abigail.

“I don’t believe this,” Hannah Martens, a tall blond-haired nineteen-year-old said as she held her hot coffee cup in front of her face. “How on earth do these women know where we are? I mean, I can understand they might have somehow managed to find out where we live, but how did they know where to find Abigail at the stables?”

“I wonder if they followed me,” Abigail suggested. “Obviously, they know my car, so they might have done.”

“And they know a lot about us,” Sarah added. “Like where we work, for example.”

“I’m scared,” Lisa Montgomery, a small dark-haired girl, declared. “They’ve already got two of us. I guess it’s going to be you, Hannah, or me next.”

“Trust me, they’re not going to spank me!” Hannah stated firmly.

“You say that, Hannah,” Sarah spoke. “But there are three of them, so they could do against your will if they really had to.”

“That’s true,” Abigail confirmed. “But when they spelt out the options if we didn’t submit, and told us what they had on us, they managed to convince both of us to take the spankings.”

“Shush!” Abigail whispered as a waitress hovered nearby.

“Did she hear?” Sarah asked.

“I don’t think so.” Abigail waited until the waitress had moved away. “The point is, if they got to us then they’re likely to get to Hannah and Lisa. Neither Sarah nor I had any warning. They were just suddenly there.”

“I suppose I could go and visit my aunt in Scotland,” Hannah mused.

“Really? For how long?” Sarah asked. “I even think they’d find you there, actually.”

“It’s the waiting I can’t stand,” Lisa declared. “I’m constantly looking over my shoulder everywhere I go.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” Hannah agreed. “I’m doing much the same. You don’t suppose they’ll settle for having punished Sarah and Abi, and leave it at that?”

“Not a chance in hell, I’d say,” Sarah replied.

“We can’t actually contact them, can we?” Lisa asked.

Both Sarah and Abigail shook their heads.

“No, they found us. Why?” Abigail spoke.

“I was just thinking,” Lisa continued. “Perhaps Hannah and I could hand ourselves in, so to speak.”

“Sorry?”

“I mean, maybe it would be better if Hannah and I surrendered ourselves and let them spank us. Then at least it would be over and we wouldn’t have this dreadful fear hanging over us of being suddenly confronted by these awful women.”

Hannah glared at her.

“Just how bad is it, like, when they spank you?” Lisa looked at Sarah and then at Abigail.

“It smarts more and more as it goes on,” Sarah replied. “And you feel sore for a day or two afterwards. At least, that’s what I found.”

“And I wouldn’t recommend horse riding immediately after,” Abigail added with a weak smile. “I mean, I’m still feeling a bit sore even now.”

“What are these women like?” Lisa continued her questioning.

“The one that does it, Virginia, she’s blond and very attractive. In her early forties, I’d guess. She’s kind of firm, but not nasty with it. And the photographer, Angie, doesn’t say a lot, just takes a load of photos, especially of your backside. The young one, Samantha, tries to be friendly.”

“I sort of liked Virginia,” Sarah added. “I felt comfortable with her, despite what she did to me.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” Abigail confirmed. “There’s a kind of warmth about her.”

“She’s still not spanking me!” Hannah retorted.

“I think you need to think about it, Hannah,” Sarah countered. “You can’t like having to look over your shoulder all the time.”

“I wish we could contact them,” Lisa reflected. “I just know they’ll get me at some stage. I’d much prefer to hand myself in and let them do it. Get it over with.”

“The way they know things, it wouldn’t surprise me if they took you up on your offer,” Sarah suggested.

After another round of coffees, the four girls went their separate ways. Lisa caught a bus back to her neighbourhood and walked the short distance to the house where she lived with her parents.

“Hi mum, dad! I’m home.”

“Hello Lisa,” her mother greeted her as she came out of the front room lounge. “There’s a letter for you. I left it by the telephone in the lounge.”

After hanging up her jacket, Lisa went into the lounge where her father was watching television. She soon found the letter, tore open the envelope and took out the contents. Her mouth sagged open as she read the typed letter. It was from Virginia.

Dear Lisa,

It’s been reported to me that you wish to hand yourself over to us for your due chastisement. I think that’s a very wise decision.

Therefore, at seven o’clock tomorrow evening you are to present yourself to a temporary office we have at 24 Winterton Road. You go to the hairdressers further along the same road. The shop at 24 is empty. It used to be a greengrocers shop.

When you arrive, tap on the shop door and we will let you in.

We look forward to seeing you tomorrow at 7.00.

Yours,

Virginia

Lisa’s heart pounded against her chest as she read and re-read the letter. Barely an hour had passed since she had been with the other three girls musing that it might be better for her and Hannah to hand themselves in. How had they managed to deliver a letter like this so quickly? How did they know that was what she wanted to do?

So many thoughts were going over and over in her mind as she sat with her parents at dinner. Her appetite seemed to have left her and she rather picked at her meal. Later, she went to her room to think it over.

She could tell her parents before she left for work in the morning, that she would be late home, or might even eat out. What to wear? Sarah and Abigail had both been spanked on their bare bottoms, so it seemed inevitable that she would suffer the same fate. She might as well make it easy for them to strip her. Something plain and simple then. Jeans? Maybe a skirt would be better; one that could easily be lifted up. All her skirts were tight-fitting though. Wait! She still had one of her old school skirts that was pleated. It was in navy blue, but otherwise there were no markings that signalled it was a school uniform skirt. Yes, that would be perfect, and it was still suitable for work.

Lisa tossed and turned through the night, but did manage a few hours’ sleep. She got dressed in her navy blue pleated skirt and a pale blue shirt, with pale blue bra and panties. She struggled through her working day and became increasingly nervous as five o’clock came round and the office closed for the day.

Walking slowly through the streets to kill time, she took Virginia’s letter out of her bag and read it for the umpteenth time. She passed a pub and considered going in for a drink, maybe a stiff drink, but thought better of it. She wanted to keep a clear head. And then she was standing outside a former greengrocers shop that had the number 24 over the door. An old grubby doorbell button was screwed to the door frame. She checked the time. It was a quarter to seven. Perhaps they would be there waiting, just like she was standing in the street waiting. She pressed the doorbell and waited.

“Ah, Lisa. Good to see you.” The blond-haired attractive woman greeted Lisa as the door was opened. “You’re early, but no matter. Come in. I’m Virginia.”

Lisa was taken through to the back of the shop and then up some stairs and into a near-empty room. A slightly younger red-haired woman with a camera dangling from a strap around her neck and a much younger woman with blond hair stood waiting.

“Lisa? I’m Angie.”

“Hello,” Lisa answered with a faint smile.

“And I’m Samantha. Hello.” Samantha looked at the way Lisa was dressed. “I like your outfit. It reminds me of the uniform we used to wear at school.”

“Does it? I mean, actually this skirt is part of my old school uniform.”

“Don’t suppose they had corporal punishment.”

“No,” Lisa replied awkwardly.

Virginia grinned. “Perhaps Lisa thought a little pleated skirt like that would make it easy for us to prepare her for her spanking. Is that it, Lisa?”

Lisa blushed. “Something like that.”

“We do like it when girls cooperate with us, don’t we Angie?” Virginia smiled.

“Do you have any questions, Lisa?” Virginia continued. “Or shall we get on?”

Lisa simply shrugged.

“Let’s get on, then. No point in prolonging the agony,” Virginia said as she went over to a corner of the room and started delving inside a bag that sat on the floor. “As you can see, they haven’t left us with much in the way of furniture, but we thought that small table might be good for you to bend over.”

Lisa looked towards the other end of the room and saw a small wooden table about two feet long and eighteen inches wide, and about two and a half feet high. There was space all around the table and one of the shorter ends faced towards a large window.

“Come along,” Virginia said brightly, placing a hand on Lisa’s shoulder and gently propelling her towards the table.

Lisa was drawn to the black leather paddle in Virginia’s other hand. Virginia saw Lisa looking at the implement and raised it to give the girl a better view.

“Purpose made for the job,” Virginia explained.

“The job?” Lisa asked without thinking.

“Spanking naughty girls’ bottoms!”

Lisa blushed again.

As Lisa veered towards the near end of the table, Virginia steered her round to the opposite end facing the window.

“We need you at this end, my dear. There’s better light for the photography.”

“Do you really need to photograph this?”

“Yes. Of course, we already have plenty of photos of you helping yourself to items on display in shops, but some nice embarrassing photos of you getting your just deserts do add a certain something, should we ever need to send them to employers, family and the like.”

“Do we get the photos back?”

“No. We keep them for a year and then if you haven’t reoffended, they will be destroyed. If, of course, you do re-offend then there will be even harder consequences than what you’re going to experience today.”

“Harder consequences? What does that mean?”

“This spanking paddle is what we use for the first punishment. If there’s a need for further punishments then we advance to things like a strap and a cane. But I’m sure this spanking will be all you ever need, won’t it?”

“I hope so.”

“Would you like to lift your skirt and bend over the table and get yourself settled? Don’t worry, I’ll pull your pants down for you.”

Lisa hesitated. This was what she’d come for; surrendering herself to take a spanking and avoid other even more unpleasant consequences, but somehow offering her bottom to be whacked multiple times with that evil-looking paddle took courage she wasn’t sure she had. But there was no way out now.

Lisa lifted up her navy blue skirt and held it above her waist at the back as she bent herself down onto the table. It felt hard and uncomfortable, but she would soon be experiencing even worse discomfort, she was sure. No sooner was she in position than she felt Virginia tucking her skirt up even higher, then warm fingers poking into both sides of her knickers. And then the knickers were dragged slowly down and a slight chill spread across her now naked buttocks.

“I’ll just take a few shots of you in that position, Lisa,” Angie said. “I just want to check I’ve got the right exposure settings on the camera.”

Lisa listened as the camera buzzed and clicked, aware that Virginia was also hovering beside her, paddle in hand, and Samantha was on the other side of her, watching carefully. The waiting was almost as bad as the spanking, or so she imagined.

“Okay, I’m all set,” Angie finally confirmed.

“Good,” Virginia responded. “This is the bit that hurts, Lisa.”

“Okay,” Lisa whispered.

Anything more Lisa might have wanted to say was halted by the paddle striking her bare bottom. She clenched her hands around the further edge of the table as more spanks quickly followed. There was barely two seconds between each whack, and the pace surprised her. She was torn between asking for a pause and simply wanting the spanking to carry on so it could be finished quickly.

Meanwhile, Virginia concentrated on the task in hand. There was no particular order to the spanking. Virginia just wanted to cover the whole of Lisa’s slim bottom and make sure sitting down wouldn’t be high on the girl’s list of priorities.

Lisa was now finding the spanking very hard to take. She so wanted to get off this hard table and rub her increasingly sore bottom. How much longer did she have to stay there and take whatever Virginia decided to do to her. Surely it couldn’t go on for much longer, could it?

Suddenly, Lisa got her wish. The spanking had stopped. She looked round at Virginia.

“Yes, you’re done. You can get up, but we need you to stand facing the wall for five minutes. Use it to get your thoughts together and reflect on the pain and humiliation you’ve had to suffer due to your stealing.”

Lisa took a few moments to collect her thoughts and then slowly pushed herself up and off the table. Her bottom ached and she immediately used both hands to gently rub her bruised buttocks.

Then she realised Angie was still taking photos.

“Do you have to?”

“We want a complete photo history of your punishment. For our files, you understand.”

Although Lisa’s skirt had fallen back into place as she stood up, she reached down to where her pale blue knickers had fallen and pulled them up. It wasn’t comfortable securing them around her bottom, but at least she was now covered.

“Come and stand here,” Samantha said, already standing near the wall.

“That was pretty awful,” Lisa commented. “Do I really have to do this too?”

“I’m afraid so,” Samantha confirmed. “That’s it, just there. Face the wall, push your knickers back down and hold your skirt up out of the way.”

“Oh, for god’s sake!” Nonetheless, Lisa did as she was told.

Angie took more photos.

“Just consider this isn’t such a bad price to pay when you consider all the stuff you stole and haven’t been able to return. All sold on, I guess?” Virginia spoke.

Lisa’s face turned as red as her sore bottom. “I’m afraid so.”

“At least you’ve been properly punished,” Samantha told her.

“I-I kind of feel I should thank you,” Lisa said.

“You’re welcome.”

“I realise now that what we did was wrong. I’ll never steal again. I promise.”

“And that’s the point of it all,” Virginia replied. “But do remember, we will be keeping an eye on you, and there will be further chastisement if you do misbehave.”

“I understand that.”

“Which leaves us with just your friend Hannah to deal with. We’d half-expected the two of you to come together, to support each other.”

“Hannah really doesn’t want to be spanked.”

“Nonetheless, that is what is going to happen to her. It really would be best for her if she surrendered herself, like you have done.”

“I’ll suggest that to her, but I’m not sure she’ll do it.”

A few minutes later, Lisa was allowed to pull her knickers up and allow her pleated skirt to settle back in place. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as she left the shop. After giving her bottom another rub, she headed for home.

“Hi Lisa,” Hannah rested her tennis racquet on a small metal chair by the side of the tennis court and answered her mobile phone.

“I got it over with yesterday evening, Hannah. They said you should do the same as me and hand yourself in.”

“No way,” Hannah replied instinctively. After a moment’s thought, she continued. “So, how was it?”

“It was okay. I went after work yesterday. My bum’s still a bit sore though.”

“Was it, like, the same as the others got?”

“Pretty much. I wore a pleated skirt to make it easier for them, then I had to bend over a table with my skirt up above my waist. This Virginia woman pulled my knickers down and basically spanked me.”

“It sounds awful.”

“It was all done quite quickly. I wasn’t in there for much more than fifteen minutes. They’re not nasty or anything.”

“But a spanking at your age? It must be awfully humiliating.”

“True, but I’m glad to have got it over with. I’m not looking over my shoulder now.”

Hannah hastily looked around. The tennis courts were now deserted. Her playing partners had left, and it was just her car in the car park, apart from one other car.

“I’m still thinking of going away for a few days, Lisa.”

“But what are you going to do then? You’ll have to come back sooner or later, and then you’ll be looking over your shoulder all over again.”

“Yes, perhaps you’re right.”

The phone call ended and Hannah went into the tennis club pavilion to get changed. The ladies changing room was empty, and she sat on a long bench beneath the hook where she had hung her clothes, and beside her sports bag. The bench felt cold beneath her short tennis skirt and matching white knickers, but that wasn’t what caused her to shiver. She couldn’t see anyone, but she sensed she wasn’t alone.

“Is anyone there?”

“Hello, Hannah,” Virginia said as she emerged from the shower room. “I’m sure you’ve been expecting us.”

Hannah went very pale as she saw three women enter the changing room.

“W-what do you want?”

“Oh Hannah! You know why we’re here.”

“Time for your spanking!” Samantha added.

“Y-you’re not s-spanking me!” Hannah declared boldly, the stutter in her voice betraying her nerves.

“I’m afraid we are, Hannah,” Virginia countered.

“Much better if you work with us,” Angie suggested.

“Yes, all you need to do is bend over and let us thoroughly spank you,” Samantha added.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do that!”

“Oh dear,” Virginia spoke. “We were hoping to avoid any unpleasantness, but rest assured you will be leaving this tennis club today with a sore bottom, one way or another.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’d like you to cooperate with your chastisement, but if we have to use force, well, so be it.”

“That would be assault!”

“True, but we know who you are and you don’t know who we are. And we can always find you, whereas you won’t be able to find us.”

Hannah looked towards the door. Could she grab her bag and make a dash for it?

“Oh, how cute!” Samantha said. “She’s wondering if she can escape through the door before we catch up with her.”

Virginia smiled. “Not likely, and even if you did manage it, Hannah, you’d need these.” She held up Hannah’s car keys, taken earlier from her bag. “Come on, Hannah. Your friends have taken their chastisements. They didn’t like it, but they didn’t come to too much harm, did they? Surrender for your punishment and then we can all get off home.”

Hannah sighed.

“And wouldn’t it be nice not to be forever looking over your shoulder, Hannah?” Samantha added.

Hannah looked at Angie, her camera hanging on a strap around her neck.

“Do you have to take photographs of me while it happens?”

“I’m afraid so, to give us evidence in case you reoffend. They’ll be destroyed after one year if you behave yourself.”

“And it’s not as though there won’t be other consequences if we don’t spank you,” Samantha reminded her. “We already have a number of photos of you stealing things. They’ll make very interesting viewing for your employer, your family and friends. They might not like the idea of having a thief in their midst.”

Hannah looked from one woman to the other. They seemed so confident. Certainly, they could make life very difficult for her. Maybe, just maybe, she should follow her friends and accept.

“Um, you use a paddle?” Hannah finally asked, looking at Virginia.

“Yes. Let me show you.”

Virginia reached into her bag and pulled out the black leather covered paddle. “Here.” She handed it to Hannah.

Hannah examined the implement and patted it against the palm of her hand. It wasn’t hard to imagine it would deliver a hard spanking.

“And you do you have to do it on my bare bottom? Couldn’t I at least keep my panties on?”

Virginia smiled. She knew she had Hannah hooked.

“Sorry, no panties. But, we’re all girls together.”

“A good spanking on your bare bottom,” Samantha added. “You all get it that way, so it’s fair for everyone.”

Hannah bowed her head and thought carefully. She considered again the idea of making a run for the door, but Virginia had her car keys. Maybe she could outrun them on foot? What then? She could hardly call the police with the evidence they had on her. She looked up.

“We shouldn’t have done it; the shoplifting, I mean. It seemed so easy, and we didn’t think we were really hurting anyone.”

“But you were hurting the owners of the shops, Hannah.”

“I suppose. Yes, I realise that now. You really don’t need to spank me.”

“Oh, but we do, Hannah. For the goods that you’ve stolen. You have to be punished, you see.”

“I’ve never been punished before. Not really.”

“Probably better if you had been,” Virginia commented.

The remark seemed to upset Hannah, and Samantha stepped forward, sat down next to Hannah, and put an arm round her shoulders.

“Getting your bottom smacked really is a lot better than going to prison, you know, which is where you could end up if you don’t mend your ways.”

“I know. I’m sure none of us will steal again. Ever.”

“Good to hear,” Samantha confirmed. “Now, all we need to do is spank you. Why don’t you just let us and get it over with?”

Hannah nodded slowly as she considered things. Suddenly, she sprang to her feet.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

“Good!” Virginia smiled with satisfaction. “Now, where shall we do I?”

They all looked around, but there was nothing suitable for Hannah to bend over.

“I think, Hannah,” Virginia finally conceded. “I’ll need to sit down on this bench and take you across my lap.”

“Okay,” Hannah answered uncertainly She was taller than Virginia and it somehow seemed odd.

“How are we for light?” Virginia asked Angie.

“Nowhere near enough.”

“Oh dear, now what do we do?”

“Do you really need to take photos?” Hannah queried, hoping she might get away with that added humiliation.

“I know,” Samantha cut in. “There’s only our two cars in the car park. Maybe Virginia could sit in the back of our car and take Hannah across her lap. Wouldn’t that give enough light?”

“It would,” Angie confirmed. She looked uncertainly towards Virginia.

“You can’t spank me there!” Hannah protested. “It’s, like, too public!”

“But there’s only us here,” Samantha argued. “We’re far enough from the road for anyone to see us. And with the car door open, there’s lots of room for your long legs.”

“True,” Virginia conceded. “Come on, let’s give it a try.”

Hannah, reluctantly, allowed herself to be escorted out into the car park. A small area of woodland separated the car park from the road. The three women’s car was a large saloon car and, when Virginia opened the rear door and sat on the back seat, Hannah could see it would be easy enough for her to place herself across Virginia’s lap, leaving her feet in contact with the tarmac. She looked around to check there were no bystanders.

“Come on, Hannah. Across my lap.”

Hannah leaned into the car and worked her way across Virginia’s lap. It felt comfortable enough, until Virginia started lifting her short tennis skirt out of the way, and Hannah realised her white knickers would soon be pulled down and her bottom exposed. She reached back to stop that happening.

“Take your hand away, Hannah!” Virginia commanded. “You know I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom.”

“Can I pull your knickers down, Hannah?” Samantha volunteered, rather enthusiastically.

Hannah sighed. The others had all suffered this indignity, so it followed she’d have to do the same.

“Okay, do it.”

Samantha reached into the car, pushed the tennis skirt up even further and hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of Hannah’s white knickers. She slowly eased them down to Hannah’s knees, and couldn’t resist giving Hannah’s bare bottom a couple of pats before she stood back to allow Angie to photograph the scene.

“Here we go then,” Virginia announced, and started firmly applying the paddle across the entirety of Hannah’s bottom.

“Hold on! That hurts!” Hannah protested.

“Of course it hurts!” Virginia snapped. “You’ve been a very naughty girl and now you’re getting just what you deserve.”

“Ow! Aah!” Hannah didn’t argue, but nonetheless made sure Virginia knew the spanking was effective.

Angie took numerous photographs of Hannah’s reddening bottom, and then went round to the other side of the car, opened the rear door, and took more photographs of Hannah’s face as it contorted with the growing pain and soreness.

“I know it hurts,” Samantha spoke. “Just keep still until Virginia has finished, and then it’s all over.”

“Gee, thanks!” Hannah replied sarcastically.

The spanks continued in a rapid-fire sequence. Angie returned to the side of the car where she could get good images of Hannah’s bottom. Hannah was by now past caring about the photos. All that concerned her was the increasing soreness of her bottom and the faint hope the spanking would soon stop. And then she got her wish.

“Okay, you’re done, Hannah,” Virginia confirmed.

“Thank god for that!” Hannah declared as she eased herself backwards and off the woman’s lap. She stood up, rubbing her bare bottom frantically under her short tennis skirt, her knickers around her knees.

“Pull your knickers up for a moment, Hannah,” Virginia instructed.

“For a moment?”

“Yes, come back inside the pavilion and we’ll have you stand facing a wall for five minutes. It gives you the opportunity to reflect on all that’s happened.”

“What?”

“It’s only five minutes, Hannah,” Samantha told her. “Come with me.”

Hannah roughly pulled her knickers up and allowed Samanth to lead her back inside. Samantha chose part of the wall where Hannah had left her belongings and pushed the tall girl into position facing the wall.

“Do I have to put my hands on my head?” Hannah questioned sarcastically.

“No, push your knickers back down and hold your skirt up so we can see your bare bottom.”

“Oh, for goodness sakes!” Despite her protest, she submitted.

Samantha stood close to Hannah, so the tall girl decided to ask something that she’d been pondering for days.

“How did you manage to find us?” Hannah asked as she obediently remained in position.

“We’re private detectives hired by some of the stores you girls stole from,” Virginia explained. “Two of us are ex-police detectives, one an enthusiastic apprentice. When you know your way around the system, finding you and all about you was relatively easy. And you girls do like your coffee.”

“The waitress!”

The End

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