A Necessary Beating
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BABY-SITTERS BEATING
We had trouble finding a baby-sitter that night. Our usual girl was on holidaybut this event was too important to miss. "The Annual Law Society Ball" wasa perfect opportunity for my wife Patricia to network. Having had nine monthsmaternity leave she was busy building up her practice once more.
Carrie therefore came as a major relief. We didn't know her, but she wasrecommended by some friends. Seventeen years old, she studied at the localcollege and lived with her businessman father.
She arrived on time, and whilst Patricia gave her her instructions, I gazedhappily at her. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but had a pretty face with ahint of puppy fat. She had shoulder length curly brown hair, pulled behindher ears, and stood about 5'7". She had a magnificent body. Large breasts pushedagainst her tight T-shirt, bordered by the straps of a small rucksack on herback. She wore a short skirt, beige tights and white block heeled trainers;her legs were pleasingly slim.
The ball was great fun and Pat was pleased with the business side of things.We returned home happy, and as I paid Carrie, Pat went straight upstairs. Thisgave me a chance to ogle Carries legs as she sat to put her shoes on. I wasjust about to give her a lift home when Patricia shouted down for us to stop.She charged downstairs and said angrily "Have you seen the ten poundsthat was on the hall table?" Carrie shook her head.
"Well you won't mind if I look in your purse then." Pat said andpromptly snatched it from a shocked Carries hand. Opening it up she pulledout two ten pound notes out and held them up to a fluorescent lamp we havein our hall. On one note could clearly be seen the word STOLEN.
I'm generally a trusting person, so I was shocked. Carrie squealed "Thatmust be the one that Dr Williams gave me." I took both notes and inspectedthem.
"No." I said. "I recognise this one from the party. It hassome writing on it. Carrie I'm disappointed. Even If I don't call the policeI'll have to inform your father."
"No please don't tell daddy." Real panic now. Interesting.
"Why's that?" I asked.
Carrie paused. "Because I've done this before and Daddy said if I messedup again he'd send me away to boarding school for my last year."
"Well then we'll deal with this ourselves." This was Patricia.Without further ado she grabbed Carries arm and dragged her into the livingroom.
"What are you doing?" Carrie squealed.
"Be quiet." Patricia ordered. This was a side to her I had notseen before. She pulled Carrie to the sofa, sat down and pulled her over herknees. My God she was going to spank her! Pat pulled her short skirt up andbegan splatting Carries ample buttocks.
"Stop this, you can't do this to me." Carrie shrieked. "Ow!oooh!" She wriggled and squirmed and kicked her legs, bringing her armsbehind to protect herself.
Pat pushed her arms away and said "Of course we can always call thepolice."
"No. Nooooo!" Her bottom was pinkening beneath the tights and hercheeks juddered marvellously with each spank. Patricia was not easing up. Herspanks were hard and brisk and poor Came didn't know what to do with herself.She writhed and squealed, pleading for mercy.
"You are a very naughty young girl and you deserve to be punished." Patriciatold her. Suddenly she put her hand down the tights , grasped Carries pants,and with a vicious tug, ripped them up and off. Carrie shrieked with surpriseand shame. Her bottom was now bare.
I had taken a seat opposite and was enjoying myself thoroughly. At the sametime I was astonished by Patricia's behaviour. Never once in the five yearsof our marriage had she ever shown such a dominant side. She herself had beenin the same position as Carrie on two occasions (and many more times in funwith me). Never had she done this before.
Pat continued to spank Carrie for a good five minutes, extending her slapsto Carries thighs and bringing further squeals from her. She was continuallypleading for Patricia to stop, and her struggling meant that her T-shirt rodeup her body, exposing her large right bra covered breast to me.
Eventually Pat finished, declaring "My hand's getting too sore for this.Stand up young lady." Carrie obeyed, red faced, and immediately pulledher skirt down.
"We'll have that off now." Patricia told her and yanked it downdespite Carries efforts to stop her. She stood facing Patricia, shivering andcovering her pubes with her hands.
"You can't do this to me." she whined "Let me go."
"Don't think I've finished with you yet young lady. Get those handson the back of your head with your elbows back." Pat shouted. Carrie obeyedslowly and mournfully. She looked as though she was about to cry as her vaginacame into view for the first time. It was neatly shaven and I wondered if herlips were bare. We would soon see.
The pose thrust Carries breasts forward, pushing against the shiny materialof her T-shirt. Patricia grabbed them and gave them a good squeeze as Carrieyelped.
"Let's get you exposed." Pat said and yanked her T-shirt up overher arms. Without pausing she then tugged her bra the same way. Carries breastsfell free and Pat ordered her to resume her previous pose. Wow, what breasts!They were very large and low, but poked upwards nicely.
"You are a big girl aren't you?" Pat said and slapped first theleft and then the right breast. "Waggle them about." she told Carrieand Carrie obeyed with a sob, tears trickling down her cheeks at the humiliation.
Pat let her do that for a minute or so and then said "We'll have youupstairs now." Carrie, wearing only her pale tights and trainers struggledup the staircase, her big bum waggling in front of us. It. also gave us a goodview of her pussy and yes, her lips were shaved.
Carrie was trembling and whimpering by the time she reached the landing.Pat pushed her into our bedroom as she wailed "What are you going to doto me?"
"Take your shoes off and get onto the bed, front down. Chris, give meyour belt."
"No!" Carrie screamed. Pat pushed her onto the bed and grabbedone other trainers, tugging it off.
"Do as I tell you, you little slut." With that the other shoe cameoff and Pat twisted Carrie onto her front. "Now spread your legs and putyour feet together." Carrie obeyed, whimpering.
"No please! You can't do this to me. Stop!"
Her pose pushed her ample bottom up and exposed her spread pussy. Pat grabbedmy belt and sent it sizzling down onto Carries arse. She jerked and squealed "Noooo!" Patraised her arm again. SPLAT! Carries cheeks juddered as my belt bit into herarse and a muffled moan came from the pillow Carrie had buried her head into.
There was no method to the whipping she took then. Pat brought the belt downhard and fast, not pausing between strokes. Carrie gurgled and moaned and wailedand writhed in agony. Her bottom blazed red and hot. Some of the shots nippedin between her spread cheeks and onto her exposed pussy. These produced theloudest wails and most vigorous writhing. Carrie was unable to resist, helplessagainst the sting of the belt. Her thighs also tasted real punishment and theytoo glowed red.
Eventually Pat ran out of steam and passed the belt to me breathing heavily,her face flushed with exertion and excitement. As Carrie lay on the bed sobbing,Pat said "Pass me the cane." Carrie sobbed louder but made no effortto move. I was shocked. Pat has an almost pathological fear of the cane. Thefirst time she was caned was in front of a pub full of people, eighteen hardstrokes. Yet the whole punishment had awakened our interest in mild C.P. Howeverthe second time was part of a more vicious physical and sexual assault thatshe had been blackmailed into agreeing to. After that she had banned me fromever caning her again and spanking had become very mild and infrequent. Nowhere she was about to subject a young girl to the cane.
Our bed has a raised border at the bottom and Patricia placed a couple ofpillows on it. She made Carrie stand up, and stripped her out of her tights.Carrie, sobbing and now fully nude was made to lie on her back, her bottomon the raised pillows. She was then told to grasp the backs of her knees andspread her legs wide. Her bum hole and fanny were now fully exposed, awaitingthe cane.
Patricia now removed her own dress saying "It's getting hot in here." Shestood in her dark blue bra, undies, stockings and suspenders and blue highheels, swishing the cane, a rapt look on her face. Without warning she slashedthe cane into Carries buttocks and her victim screamed and kicked her legsout.
"Get back into position." Pat warned. As Carrie regained her pose,Pat struck again. Another red line appeared across her cheeks and she sobbedloudly. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she awaited her third stroke. I wonderwhat she thought as she gazed up over her gaping pussy to see Patricia standingover her in her underwear, wielding a cane.
The third stroke was a nasty one, straight into the junction between thighsand buttocks. Carrie let out a blood-curdling scream and twisted over ontoher front. As she tried to get up Patricia shouted "Stay where you are!" andgave another hard stroke onto the meat of the sobbing girls buttock. Carriecollapsed in a heap.
Patricia grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She dragged her to the bottomof the bed and pushed her over the back so Carrie lay face down with her backsideraised by the pillows.
"Hold her down." she instructed. As I obeyed Pat spread her lagsand swished the cane down. It landed with a splat high on Carries buttocks.
"Aaaaargh!" Carrie yelled, kicking, and struggling against me.Her bottom blazed an angry red with five distinct lines. I was impressed withPat's technique. She wasted no time in giving a sixth stroke, slicing overthe others, and then a seventh, angled the opposite way. A blazing cross wasleft.
"Right young lady this is going to be your last stroke, and believeme it's going to be a hard one." Patricia intoned. And it was. She canedher with all her strength, and Carrie fairly leapt off the bed despite me holdingher. She was weeping freely now and I allowed her torub her backside.
I got a shock when I looked up. Pat had removed her bra and panties and hadstrapped on a dildo (don't ask!) She greased it with some moisturiser and thenslipped all nine inches into Carries gaping cunt. Carrie screamed.
"No you can't do this!" she yelled.
"Oh yes she can." I told her. Worse was to come. After a whilePat removed the dildo, only to spread Carries cheeks and thrust it slowly intoher anus. It was obviously painful, and also humiliating. With every thrustshe yelled and begged Pat to stop. She only did so when she'd brought herselfto a juddering climax.
With that the punishment was over. Came got stiffly to her feet and quicklypulled on her skirt and T-shirt, grabbed what was left other underwear and,still sobbing, left the house.
"You're going to regret this!" she shouted.
I turned to Pat and laughed. "Wow look at you." I said.
"God that was sexy." she almost purred. I'll leave what happenednext to your imagination.
Later we were sitting in the kitchen sharing a cocoa. Pat was still wearingher stockings and suspenders under her dressing gown. The door-bell soundedand I went to open it. A middle-aged man was at the door and her barged pastme.
"Dr and Mrs Williams? I'm David Johnson - Carries father. I think youand I need to talk."
He sat down next to Patricia and said "I believe you've just carriedout a serious sexual assault on my daughter."
"She was punished for stealing money from us. It was preferable to tellingyou or the police." Pat answered calmly.
"That's as may be." Mr Johnson replied. "However Carrie didnot give her consent for you to physically chastise her. In addition she mostcertainly did not give her permission for you to enter her both vaginally andanally with a dildo. That is rape and carries a long prison sentence - muchlonger than that for stealing ten pounds." He paused. Oh God we were introuble. "Unless you want Carrie to report this matter to the police,there is only one way forward."
"What's that'?" Pat asked quietly.
"Stand up woman!" he demanded. As Pat stood he ripped her dressinggown off, exposing her nude, stockinged body. Pat squealed and tried to coverherself, but Mr Johnson bent her over our table and began to thrash her nakedbackside. In-between Patricia's yelps and struggling he said
"You and your husband will come to my house tomorrow night. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" A high pitched squeal.
"I have guests and I intend them to witness me putting you through the sameordeal that you put Carrie through. Carrie will also be present. I intend tothrash you thoroughly, humiliate you and fuck you like you fucked my daughter." Withthis he stopped spanking and thrust his fingers into Pats vagina. She yelpedand sobbed.
"Do you agree?" he asked. There was a pause, then Pat whispered "Yessir."
TO BE CONTINUED…
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