Patricias 25th Anniversary Daring Experiment
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PATRICIAS PUNISHMENT
I suppose this could be seen as a cautionary tale aboutthe dangers of drinking too much alcohol, but for me it's about the start ofmy life as it is today. Let me introduce myself. I'm Chris, and presently I'ma doctor - one of those overworked, overtired House Officers you read aboutfrom time to time. Actually, it's not too bad - better than being a medicalstudent anyway. And life's good at the moment. I've just got engaged, to Patricia,who I've been seeing for the past three years.
This tale is about us actually. Pat works in a firm oflawyers, but two years ago we were both students, and very poor students atthat. We never really had enough money, but I was determined to treat Pat forthe anniversary of our first year as a couple. So I scrimped and saved, didloads of extra jobs, and eventually had enough money to book Bed and Breakfastat a pub near Bath, recommended in "The Good Pub Guide". I also hadenough to buy us both dinner, and drinks for the night. As you may imagine,I was somewhat pleased with myself.
I kept the plans secret until the day, and the look onPatricia's face when I told her, was worth the money on its own. We packedhurriedly and drove down in the morning (I wasn't going to lectures on a daylike this!), and spent the day in Bath window shopping, which was all we couldafford to do.
We arrived at the pub, The Black Swan, around teatime,and were shown to our room by the landlord's wife. It was fantastic! We couldn'tbelieve our luck - there was a large double bed, an en-suite bathroom, teaand coffee making facilities and a television. I won't bother you with thedetails, but we spent the first half hour together in the shower!
When we'd freshened up, Pat turned to me with a grin andsaid "As you've gone to all this trouble, it's about time I did somethingfor you. Tell me what you want me to wear and I'll wear it for you." NowPat has a gorgeous body. She has a 34B-24-35 figure, which means nothing tome, but may be of some help to you. However, like most females she has no confidencein her body, and wears trousers far too often for my liking! So this was areal treat. I went over and looked in her case - she'd brought just about everythingthat had ever turned me on, but I knew exactly what I wanted. I picked outa blue flowery dress which went down to just above her knees, black suede highheels and a pair of sheer blue tights. Now I know most people find tights aboutas arousing as Nora Battys stockings, but if you've ever seen a girl wearingsheer tights with no underwear, the silky material covering her lovely bumcheeks..... well, you've no idea what it does for me!
I gave the clothes to Pat who grinned and said "Whatknickers do you want?"
"None." I replied.
"What all night?" she asked, looking shocked.
"Yes." She'd worn them like that in the privacyof her own bedroom, but never like this. Pat looked nervous.
"But someone might see." she ventured. I reassuredher they wouldn't and reminded her that a promise is a promise. She gave ashrug of resignation and began to dress.
I should really describe Patricia to you, but remember,I'm biased because I love her. She's stunning - 5'6" with a great figure- slim but not too thin. She has glossy chestnut hair, thick and straight,down to the middle of her back. I wish I could describe her face, it's so beautiful.I'll try. It's softly angular, with large brown eyes so clear you feel youcould swim in them. Her lips are red and full, and just say kiss me every timeI see them. As for the rest of her body, Pat has nice breasts, medium sized,firm and uptilting. Her waist is thin and stomach flat and her legs are wonderful!- slender and muscular. She has a bum, which automatically means she hatesit, but I love it. It's firm and (I say with hindsight) perfectly smackable.
We had a fantastic meal that evening. The dining part ofthe pub was empty, so as well as eating and downing a bottle of wine, we flirtedoutrageously with each other. I couldn't keep my hands off her legs, reachingup as far as I could go. From time to time Pat would "accidentally" dropher fork and reach under the table to massage my bulging trousers, and as shegot up to go to the toilet, she bent over, lifting her skirt and giving mea quick flash of her nether regions. We were both getting rather drunk.
When we had finished eating, we moved to the main bar.It was quite empty. A group of around six middle aged men were playing dominoesat a table, and showing off to a person wielding a camcorder. They all hadparty hats on so I assumed it was someone's birthday. It was - the landlords.He swaggered out from behind the bar carrying a tray of drinks, with whichthey all toasted him. There were four other couples scattered around the bar.We were by far the youngest people there.
We sat down at the bar and had a couple more drinks. ThenI noticed the pool table in the corner of the room. It was certainly strange,hexagonal in shape, with pockets at each edge. We decided to go and have agame, basically out of curiosity. At the time I was glad we had. We spent agood half hour playing (and drinking), and every time Patricia had to leanover to make a shot, her skirt rode up her legs, almost, but not quite up toher bum. The birthday group had also noticed and were eyeing her appreciatively.I felt really proud that she was the centre of attention.
However it was then that disaster struck. I suppose itwas both of us showing off as the young couple, playing to the crowd. I wasteaching Patricia a trick shot, but as she tried it out there was a loud tearingsound and a little squeal of horror as she leapt back from the table as ifbitten. She'd torn the baize of the table! The pub was suddenly quiet and allattention turned to us. The Landlord jumped to his feet and rushed over, staringin disbelief at the damage done. Eventually he turned to me and said in a remarkablyeven voice "You'll be paying for that I assume."
I gulped. "How much would it be?" I stammered.
"Oh I should say about two hundred pounds all in all." hereplied.
Pat gasped. "But we don't have that sort of money." sheblurted, "There must be some way we can work this out."
"And how do you expect to do that? Are you going towork in the kitchens for the next six weeks?" His sarcasm had us stumped.In two minutes we'd gone from couple of the week to idiots of the year, butthen another voice piped up. It was the man holding the camcorder.
"I tell you what George, how would you like anotherbirthday present?" This had us all confused, but he pressed on. "I'vegot the money." He turned to us. "You two have been totally irresponsibleand your immaturity could cost George here a lot of money. Now it's his birthdayand he deserves to have a good night. I'm going to make sure he does. Georgeis into corporal punishment. Ever had corporal punishment?" We both shookour heads. "It would have done both of you a lot of good. That's by theby. Fortunately for you young lad we're not into beating boys, so here's thedeal. I pay for the damage and George here gets to take it out on the backsideof this delectable young lady. Your punishment is to watch her pain and humiliation.Meanwhile, I'll record the present on my camcorder for posterity."
Pat gasped and looked at me in horror. I must have lookedat her with pretty much the same expression. Aware that we were losing theinitiative I asked "So what exactly will this entail?"
"Well George here will take your girlfriend, bendher over the table, pull up her dress, pull down her knickers and spank herbare bottom until his hand gives up." He turned to the landlord. "Whatinstruments do you have George?"
"Oh the traditional lot - martinet, tawse and cane." camethe reply. Patricia gasped in horror.
"Well then," said the man, "after he's finishedwith the hand, he'll thrash her in various positions, with her in various statesof undress for, well, shall we say the whole thing will last for no more thanan hour? When he's done you can both be stripped naked and serve us drinksfor the night."
As he finished, the room, which had been totally silent,became filled with general murmurs of agreement. One old lady in the cornereven clapped. However the room was once again stilled as the gentleman turnedto us and said "Well it's either that or the courts."
We didn't have that sort of money, and neither did ourparents. I turned to Patricia. It wasn't my decision to make. She had goneas white as a sheet and her legs were trembling slightly. She was already nearlyin tears. I'm sure she, like me, couldn't quite believe this was happening.Yet all credit to her, she stepped forward and in a quiet voice said "Itdoesn't look as though we have much choice does it?" The people in theroom let out a collective breath. The atmosphere had been electric.
I was motioned to stand in a corner, with a ringside view.George, the landlord had disappeared to fetch his implements, so the camcorderwas passed to a friend, and the man who had organised this took Patricia bythe arm and led her to the table. She didn't even have the dignity of settlingherself. A push to the back bent her over the edge of the table, her dressriding up to mid thigh. The drop from the edge to the baize meant that Patricia'sbottom jutted up into the air. Next her legs were spread until her feet wereabout half a metre apart. The dress moved even higher, up towards the edgeof her bottom, her thighs encased in the sheer material of the tights. Patriciawhimpered with shame, and I suddenly realised what made the situation worsefor her - she wasn't wearing any knickers! The man ordered Patricia to puther arms out to the side, holding the edges of the table, and we all watchedas my girlfriend bent, bum raised, legs spread, in the perfect position forthe spanking she was about to receive.
An audience had built up into a semi-circle around thetable. People laughed and made lewd comments. I could see that Patricia, headfacing as instructed to one side, had begun to cry silently. I felt angry,helpless, ashamed, and yet at the same time aroused! The power they had overher, over us. And she looked so sexy. There was no way I could stop it. I hadan erection.
The landlords return was greeted with loud applause. Hesauntered over to Patricia, laid his instruments on the table, and with a curt "Keepstill lassie" slowly, teasingly hoisted her dress over her bum. Therewas a gasp from those watching - no panties! Tights! Patricia gave a sob. Ohmy God, what a sight; those two fantastic cheeks encased in nylon, the dropof her thighs, and in between the spread legs, for everyone to see, Patricia'sgaping vagina. How could I be aroused at a time like this? How could I not?
Someone said "Bloody hell, look at that!" Patriciawent bright red as every eye in the room focused on her exposed body. The landlordsurveyed her, and then turned to us.
"I don't normally hold with tights," he said "butthese I like. We'll keep them up for the moment." There was generalisedagreement. He looked at me and winked conspiratorially. Others too looked roundand grinned. I blushed beetroot red and hoped that they couldn't see my erection.
The landlord returned to Patricia and placed his hand betweenher thighs, over her vagina, his fingers slowly probing. She gave a whimperof embarrassment and wriggled slightly as he continued.
"Keep still." he ordered and gave her a sharpspank to the right buttock. "Right lassie, brace yourself." Withthat he began to spank her, at first hard and fast all over, drawing gaspsand the occasional yelp. Soon he reached his rhythm and alternated hard spanksleft then right, then left. Patricia's breathing became ragged and her sobslouder. She kept her arms where they were - as she'd been ordered on pain ofextra punishment, but her legs began kicking and she writhed uncontrollably.There were occasional yells of encouragement from the watchers and shouts of "Goodshot!" when a particularly good smack landed. Patricia's bottom was quicklybecoming crimson through the tights. Now she was yelling and crying continually,begging him to stop. She'd never been spanked before, and this was some baptism.
This continued for a good ten minutes, by which time tearswere streaming down Patricia's face. Then he moved to her thighs, spankingeach one thoroughly until they too glowed crimson, drawing louder yelps andmore vigorous writhing. Finally a few more to the bottom, and phase one wasover. The landlord ordered Patricia to stay where she was, respread her legs,and settled back to enjoy his handiwork.
I felt strange, as I had done throughout. This was my girlfriend,my love being beaten, being humiliated. Part of me, most of me even, hatedit. I hated the fact that everyone was taking pleasure out of this, hated themfor the pain and degradation being heaped on Patricia, hated them for exposingher body. But part of me wanted to do this to her, to have that power. Worstof all, part of me wanted this man to thrash her as hard as he could, to humiliateher further! Why? I loved her, and yet somewhere deep inside me, however guiltyI felt about it, I was thrilled.
The landlord examined her for about five minutes, fondlingher legs, her bum cheeks and her vagina. This time, though still sobbing freely,Patricia was as still as a statue. She didn't want to make things even worsefor herself. Eventually the landlord asked for a large, wide stool to be broughtfrom behind the bar. It was placed on the floor and Patricia was ordered tostand up and face the audience. Her face was red and tear-streaked. She gaveme a quick glance of misery and then looked down at the floor. She couldn'tface our stares.
"Right," said George "I want you to kneelon the stool." When Patricia had done this he ordered her to spread herlegs until each knee was at the edge of the stool. Then she was ordered tobend forward with her elbows on the floor. In this position, with her backarched, the dress rode up to expose her vagina. It was quickly lifted to showthe whole of her blushing bottom, raised to the sky, and George took the opportunityto have another fondle. Then he took the martinet, circled Patricia, raisedthe implement and.....CRACK! The individual thongs danced over her backsideand she yelped with the pain. This was something new - stinging pain. Againthe arm rose and them fell. The result was the same. Patricia jerked and criedout "Please, I don't think I can take any more of this!"
"Of course you can young lady." came the reply,and another shot sizzled down onto the meat of her bottom. He continued withthe strokes, hard wristy shots, greeted each time by a cry of agony. I doubtthat Patricia cared any more that people could see her body. She must havetaken thirty to fifty shots, the yells getting louder, the moans deeper andthe writhings more pronounced. I could see strange snakelike patterns of redappearing across her cheeks, mingling with the lighter hues of her spanking.Her bottom was livid.
Eventually however, this part of the punishment was alsoover and Patricia was ordered to stand. Thankfully she was now given a shortbreak, and I was allowed to comfort her. We didn't talk, just held each otheras she sobbed deeply. I prayed she would have the strength for the next stages.
Then of course she was pulled away from me. I moved backto my original position, and Patricia was forced centre stage once more.
"I think we'll have that dress off now." saidthe landlord, and this was greeted by a cheer from those watching. Patricialooked as though she wished she could die. She slowly unzipped her dress, then,looking away from us, she let it slip to the floor. Another cheer broke out.
"Place your hands on the back of your head and lookto the front girl." ordered George. Patricia complied, and the actionjutted her breasts towards us. The landlord smoothed her hair back from overher face and then cupped one of her breasts with his hand.
"These are fantastic" he said, and there wasa murmur of agreement. They certainly were - large, but not large enough tobe saggy; firm and uptilting. Her nipples stiffened with the cold.
"Here she must like this" laughed George. Patriciagave a groan of pure misery. To all extents and purposes she was now fullynaked, wearing only the thin tights and high heels. Her black pubes were clearlyvisible to the watching crowd. "Turn around." he ordered, and asshe did so we all looked at the damage done. The backs of her thighs were stillred and her backside was a mosaic of pattern. The high heels set her legs offmagnificently.
"Right young lady, I think twenty strokes of the tawsefor you." said George. He pulled up a chair and instructed Patricia tokneel on it, bending down to touch the floor on the other side. She was slightlyside on to us, so we could see her breasts dangling towards the ground. Ofcourse, once again her legs were spread.
There was no messing about now. The tawse was raised, thenTHWACK, it sizzled down onto Patricia's bum. She shrieked and jerked convulsively,and a hand came back forlornly to try and protect herself.
"Put that back!" shouted George, "And Ithink you can count out each stroke and say thank you sir. Get it wrong andwe start again. There was a pause and then Patricia's voice sobbed "One,thank you sir." She really took a thrashing then. It's impossible to describeproperly. Each shot was followed by a scream, then a number, and finally bya "Thank you sir". Her voice became ever more desperate, her shriekslouder and she trembled continuously, whimpering between shots, apologisingand pleading for mercy. I was just thankful she didn't lose count. After everystroke her breasts dangled helplessly and another bright line appeared on herbum or thighs. To think I'd thought they'd been red before! Finally came thecry of "Twenty, thank you sir." It was over but the sobs continued.There was still the cane to come.
Patricia was left in that position, crying uncontrollably,for some time. Eventually she was pulled to her feet and ordered to resumeher previous pose. Tears streamed down her face, falling over her breasts anddown her abdomen to her tights. I looked at her dark bush, neatly trimmed,pushing against the material, each side separated by the lining of the tights.This was a sight that previously had aroused me only in the privacy of ourbedroom.
There were to be more poses now. Patricia was told to clamberup onto the pool table and sit facing us. She was then instructed to lean backand spread her legs as far as they could go. It didn't take me two secondsto recognise that this was a pose right out of a pornographic magazine. Patriciabegan to cry again. She was fully exposed, presenting herself to us. Well Ithought she was fully exposed. The landlord returned with a pair of scissorsand cut around the gusset of the tights. Patricia's vagina sprung free. Hetold her to place her hand down her tights and part her labia with her fingers.Now she was fully exposed and George took advantage to probe right inside herpussy with his fingers, playing with her clitoris. "She's all wet downhere." he chuckled. Patricia groaned, the humiliation unbearable.
Then he picked up his cane. He made Patricia lay back andpull her knees up to her chest, tightly together. He then pulled her shoesoff, and that nearly did for me. Feet covered by stockings or tights is anotherof my little fetishes. Patricia had begun to whimper with fear again.. Shewas quite right to do so. The cane swished down in an arc and connected withthe firm flesh of her backside, burying itself deep. Patricia shrieked in agonyand a bright red line imprinted itself on her backside. Again the cane roseand fell. CRACK! this time into the crease between her bum and thighs. "Aaarghh!" Patricia'slegs kicked out uncontrollably, just as the next stroke cracked into the middleof her thighs.
"Get those legs back into position!" George yelledor I'll add extra strokes." Patricia obeyed, sobbing. Three more timesthe cane fell. Each time her hands moved to protect herself, each time shewas ordered to remove them. Six angry lines were left.
Then George told Patricia to spread her legs and grab herankles. She looked up through her spread legs, over her gaping pussy, exposedfor us all to see, and the cane arced down again and again and again, six moretimes in total. Each time she lost the position, kicking in agony, each timeshe had to retake it. I don't think she really knew where she was any more.All she knew was the sting of the cane.
After those strokes I thought her ordeal was over, butshe was pulled to the floor in a very undignified manner and told to put hershoes back on. George made her cross her legs and touch her toes, the traditionalcaning position. Her tights were finally lowered to her ankles and Patriciaendures another six cuts, half to her legs, the rest to her naked rump. Thedances she did after every stroke lewdly exposed herself, and were accompaniedby catcalls from those watching. The thrashing was now over.
Patricia pulled up her tights as told. What was going tohappen now? I soon found out. Pints of beer were brought out and poured allover her, over her hair, breasts, bottom, and down her tights to her vagina.She was then stripped out of the wet tights, her shoes put back on, and thenit was my turn. I was stripped fully, my erection now very obvious. Some ofthe women called out, the men laughed and the landlord said pointedly "Hewas as turned on as the rest of us." Patricia looked at me, shocked. Ialso had beer poured over me.
The rest of the night we served pints and endured comments,gropings and slappings. As the evening drew to an end, the punters left andwe cleared up silently under the watchful eye of the landlord. Before we wentto bed he said quietly "Best birthday present I've ever had." Wedidn't say a word as we showered, climbed into bed and fell asleep in eachothers arms, both crying our hearts out.
Now you may think, as I did, that that would be the endof our relationship. I was equally to blame, but she'd endured most of thepunishment. I had got off lightly. And so it seemed as we drove back to universityin silence. However, we endured. We didn't mention it for a while, except whenshe would say "The marks are fading now." and I would agree.
However here's the funny thing. I'll never understand womenfully. About a month later Patricia began talking to me about it, telling mewhat it was like, the pain and humiliation. We both became quite aroused -not so surprising in my case, I'd become somewhat obsessed by the whole businessever since, but in hers? I shot her a questioning look. She explained thatwhile she could never endure the pain, the idea of being under someone's power,the humiliation of being exposed to all those people, and the appreciativecomments she'd got, were now playing on her mind. We fucked like crazy thatnight.
As I said at the start, this was the beginning of lifeas it is today. Spanking is very much part of our sexual foreplay, as are thefantasies we make up. We'll never graduate to the really painful stuff, butmaybe one day the cane will be gently used. We eventually even wrote off tothe pub, asking for a copy of the tape of the ordeal, and they sent us one.With it was a letter saying how much they'd enjoyed watching it and invitingus to stay for free. We've never taken them up on the offer, but often watchthe video. Why it turns Patricia on I'll never know, but it does. And as ourengagement proves, our relationship has never been stronger.
THE END
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