From: ZSGP68B@prodigy.com (Ronald Mcingle) Subject: Tammy's Penance (F/f, M/F, cons) Date: Mon, 10 Apr 1995 20:17:53 GMT Well, here's another one, what seems to becomming my semi-annual story post. As usual, all aspects of this story are fictional. Any resemblence to any real person was purely unintended. This story contains graphic descriptions of Bondage and punishments. If hte subject matter offends you, then please don't read it. This is my third contribution, the first being Ginny's Story and the second Fiona's Lesson. As always, I encourage comments about the story. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't, or perhaps what you would like to see in the future. You can email your comments to: rmcinnis@adobe.com I hereby grant the right for any individual to read and copy this story for their own personal use, as long as it is not modified in any way, and the header information (along with this notice) remains intact. I also grant the right to copy it to other electronic media. I grant limited right to copy it to other net sites, as long as the is appropriate for this type of material. It not be used for any commercial purpose without my express consent. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Tammy's Penance Copyright April 10, 1995 "Hi Tammy" Sue said, opening the door. "Come on in. Would you like a drink, start to unwind a little?" "Oh, thank you, I could use a drink right now" Tammy said. "Oh-oh, that doesn't sound good. Bad day?" " Oh, it's just that Harry and I had a fight last week, and I am feeling a little depressed right now". "Come on, let's get a drink and go soak in the hot tub. Fred will be home soon, and you can tell us all about it." Sue and Fred always had an open door for Tammy. It was the one place where she could come and open her heart, discuss her feelings, and get support and comforting. It was a strange friendship, since Sue and Fred were in their early forties, and Tammy was 18 years younger. They had first met 20 years ago when Tammy's parents moved in next door. At age 12, Tammy would baby sit their daughter, who was now off to college. But they had become real close when Tammy's parents had died in an auto accident five years earlier. It was Sue and Fred who had helped Tammy get through the loss of her parents, provided moral support while she finished college, attended her graduation, threw birthday parties for her, and basically were there whenever she needed them. In a way they were like parents, looking out for her, helping her along. But much more than a parent role, they were also best friends. She could confide her deepest secrets, talk about her relationships, even about sex, which was something that Tammy had never been able to do with her real parents. Sue fixed them both a vodka tonic, and the two women headed out back to the hot tub. The houses on this block were set rather far apart, and tall fences provided privacy, which was good because the hot tub soaks were always done in the nude. "Hi girls" Fred called from the house. "Let me fix myself a drink and I'll be right out". A few moments later Fred joined them, gave his wife a long passionate kiss, Tammy a peck on the cheek, stripped his cloths off and slipped into the hot tub. "What, no date tonight?" Fred asked. The hurt look on Tammy's face was obvious to Fred, and he quickly followed with "Oh Oh, you had better tell us all about it". "Oh, it's just that we had a fight and broke up." "What was the fight about?" Sue asked. "It was stupid, really. We were supposed to go out and meet some of his friends. I got home a little late, and Harry was all upset. He said something to me, I snapped back, and before long we were shouting at each other. Before I knew it, we weren't speaking to each other". "Why were you late? Was it something that could have been avoided?" Sue asked. "I needed to finish some things up at work, and I just lost track of the time." Tammy replied. "I didn't think that going out that night was that big a deal!" "Did you call Harry and tell him that you were working late?" "I didn't expect to be that late!" "Well how about when you realized you were late. Did you call him before you started for home? Did you let him know that you were on your way?" "No" Tammy said softly, realizing that defense was looking a little weak. "So you had a fight because you were late and didn't have the courtesy to call. So why don't you just apologize and make up?" "But it's not that easy! Even if I had said I was sorry, he still would have been mad and upset." "So, you have been not speaking for a week because you haven't owned up to your mistakes and made them right? You are just going to wait until the whole thing blows over and he calls you?" Tammy nodded. This wasn't the first time that she had been chastised by Sue and Fred. In a way, it was something that she valued in their friendship, although moments such as this were always difficult. Sue and Fred had a way of cutting through all the wrappings and getting right to the truth of the matter. Everything seemed so black and white when they analyzed it. "You need to work these problems out Tammy" Fred said. "Ignoring a small problem is a good way to turn it into a big problem. Any relationship is going to have it's rough spots. It's how you deal with them that makes the difference. You've been seeing Harry for, what, two years now?". Another nod. "Harry is a good man. If you value your relationship, you need to make it work. You need to accept responsibility, and do what's right." "Oh, I wish it were that simple" Tammy replied. "I wish that I could have a relationship like the two of you have. You never fight!" "Oh, we have our fights" Fred said. "It's just that we have worked out a way to get past it, and not let little things like that ruin our relationship". "But in all the time I have spent with you, I have never seen you appear angry with each other. How do you do it? How do you solve the problems?" "The first thing you have to do is realize the difference between a disagreement and a dissapointment." Fred said "If you want to do one thing and he want's to do another, that's a disagreement. You can discuss it, even argue about it. But in the end, you have to recognize that it is OK to disagree, and reach a compromise. A dissappointment is when you were expected to do something and you didn't, or were expected not to do something and did. This causes a hurt, which must be mended." "If you do something wrong, if you are the cause of the hurt, then you need to make amends." Sue added. "A fight happens when someone does something wrong, and refuses to take responsibility for it. By not accepting the responsibility of the first hurt, you dissappoint again, causing a second hurt. And so it builds, unless you apologize and make it right." "But it is important to wait until you are really sorry, and ready to accept the consequences" Fred continued. "When the guilty party is ready to be forgiven, and the other is ready to forgive, then the healing can start." "So what, you just say your sorry, and that's it?" Tammy asked. "No, that generally isn't enough." Fred replied. " If that is all you did, then neither one would be satisfied. There has to be a penance, some sort of punishment. That is what settles the matter, and allows you to put it behind you. Otherwise, resentment will linger, which only festers into a full blown problem" "What do you mean by `Punishment'?" Tammy asked. "Well, that varies. But we generally use spankings" Sue replied. "You must be kidding!" Tammy exclaimed "You mean that Fred spanks you when you have been bad?" "Oh, yes, and I spank him when he is the one who has misbehaved" "Oh, that is just too weird" Tammy said in disbelief "No thanks, I will find some other way. I think I will stick with kissing and making up, thank you very much!" "Whatever you can make work" Fred said, and then dropped the subject. The conversation quickly shifted to other topics, and nothing more was said about the punishment issue. They soaked in the hot tub for another hour, then ate dinner together. Finally, just before she was ready to leave, Tammy asked "How about going out to that new mall tomorrow, and do a little shopping?" "I'd love to." Sue replied. "Great, I'll drive. Pick you up about one?" "That's fine." "Don't forget we were planning on going to the movies tomorrow night" Fred said. "Oh, that's right" Sue said. " But that still gives us plenty of time. We can be back by five". "It's settled then." Tammy said. "See you tomorrow". All during the night, Tammy couldn't help but think about what Sue and Fred had told her. Do they really spank each other? How do they do it? Over the knee? Bare bottom? Did it really heal the wounds? As she thought about it, she starting remembering her own childhood, and how her parents had corrected her. She had never had major spanking, as her parents preferred other forms of punishment. A favorite form of punishment was yard work. Oh, how she hated yard work, and what seemed like endless hours of pulling weeds for some misdeed. She remembered one incident quite clearly, when she and two of her friend had been caught ditching school. Her friends each got a spanking, and were out and about the next day as if nothing had happened. She, on the other hand, had to pull all the weeds from the flower garden, a task that took all her after school time for three days. She remembered thinking that a spanking would have been a much easier punishment to deal with. As she lay in bed, Tammy thought of the idea of Sue being turned over Fred's knee and spanked on her bare bottom. She could picture it clearly in her mind, Sue crying while Fred relentlessly brought his hand down upon her ass. Tammy grew aroused at the thought, and soon was fingering her clitoris, bringing herself to orgasm. The next day, Tammy was bursting with curiosity. After she picked Sue up and was headed to the mall, she asked "What kind of things would make Fred mad enough to spank you?" "Oh, we don't spank each other because we are mad. In fact, in order to get a spanking, we have to ask for it." "You ask to get spanked?" Sue said in amazement. "Yes, that is the part about being sorry, and ready to accept the consequences. Until you ask for the spanking, you are not truly ready to be punished. If you are not ready, it is because you haven't fully admitted that you were wrong, and you are not ready to forgive yourself. On the other hand, the other person might not be ready to forgive you, and the spanking would have to wait" "So if you never asked, you wouldn't get the spanking?" "That's right" "I bet there are a lot of kids that wish they could get out of a spanking that easily" Tammy said with a laugh. "But then a child isn't trying to make amends for his own misdeeds. That is not expected of a child. But an adult is expected to be mature, and take responsibility for their actions." The conversation was cut short by their arrival at the shopping mall, but Tammy continued to think about what Sue had told her. Before long, a devilish thought crossed her mind. They went store to store, looking at everything there was, chatting merrily as they went. Eventually, Sue said "We had better get going if we are going to be back by five. I don't want to keep Fred waiting". "Oh, but we haven't made it to the shoe store, and I *really* need a new pair. Come on, it will only take a minute." Sue reluctantly agreed, and followed Tammy to the shoe store. They found the store rather crowded, and the service terrible. Finally, twenty minutes later, Tammy decided not to purchase a new pair of shoes that day. Once they found the car in the parking lot (which took a while, as she couldn't seem to remember where she had parked) Tammy announced that she was dying of thirst, and just had to stop and get a drink. "Here, I will just go through the drive thru of this fast food joint. It will only take a minute." Before Sue could protest, Tammy had pulled into the drive through, and another car pulled in behind them. With three cars in front, and one behind, there was no getting out until they had waited throught the line. "It would have been faster to go inside!" Sue complained. Eventually, they were back on the road, when Tammy exclaimed "Oh no, I am almost out of gas! Let me take just another minute to go through the car wash." "Tammy, no!" Sue complained "I have to get back home. It is already 5:00" "But if I don't get the free car wash, I will be driving around for a week with a dirty car!" Sue argued. " It will only take a minute." "Oh, all right. I am sure we have already missed the 6:00 show anyhow". By the time they reached home, it was almost 6:00. Tammy followed Sue into the house, where they found Fred patiently reading the newspaper. "Hello girls" Fred said merrily, setting the paper aside. "Your late. Guess we won't be making the 6:00 show tonight". "Oh Fred, I am sorry" Sue stated. "I just lost track of the time. It was terrible of me to not call or anything. Please forgive me?" Fred was more than just a little surprised with Sue's reaction. It had been Sue's idea to go to the show in the first place. They could easily catch the next showing at 8:00, or perhaps watch a different movie. Or just go another night. But Sue's reaction was typical of their standard prelude to a punishment session. Sue, being basically a submissive at heart, was known to commit minor sins and then confess with great enthusiasm just for the punishment, and of course for the fabulous sex that always followed. So it took Fred a moment to catch on to exactly what Sue had in mind. Tammy, watching from across the room, took the awkward silence as an indication of anger, the first she had ever seen from either Sue or Fred. "Yes, I will forgive you" Fred said sternly. "After you have received the proper punishment". "Yes dear, I understand". "Then go and get the bag" Fred said, and Sue hurried off to the bedroom. "You should stay and watch this" Fred said to Tammy. "You might learn something". A moment later Sue returned carrying a medium sized duffel bag, which she placed next to the sofa. Then turning to face Fred, she said "Honey, I am sorry for being late. I was wrong for staying out so late when we had made plans. I kept you waiting, and ruined our plans to go to the show. I have been bad, and deserve to be punished. Will you please spank me, and accept my apology?" "Yes, I will be happy to spank you. Now take your clothes off, pick out a paddle, and assume the position". These instructions were more for Tammy's benifit, as Sue was quite accostumed to the procedure. As Sue removed her clothing, Fred picked up a small notepad and wrote something on it. Then folding the paper so as to hide the writing, he turned to address Tammy. "You see, on this piece of paper I have written the number of swats I think she should get for the first half. But Sue doesn't know for sure what that number is. So she will ask for the number that she thinks that she deserves. When she decides that she has had enough for the first half, she tell me to stop. If her number is equal to or greater than my number, then we go on to the second part. If she is short of my number, then we start over. And if she wants to see what my number is, it automatically doubles." Tammy was mesmerized by the activities unfolding before her. She was confused by what Fred meant by the second phase, and first half, and the number of swats. Her confusion turned to apprehension when she saw Sue remove a good size paddle from the duffel bag. Tammy had expected a spanking to be a hand against the bottom, not a paddle. She watched in silence as Sue bent over the back of the sofa, and Fred took position behind her upraised bottom. "May I please have the first swat?" Sue asked. Fred raised the paddle overhead, and arched it down quickly onto Sue's buttocks. Sue gasped in pain, but it was Tammy who jumped as the first blow landed with a load crack. "Thank you, may I please have another?" Fred applied the paddle again, which caused Sue to lurch slightly over the back of the sofa. While he waited for the next request, Fred rubbed the paddle against Sue's bottom. Again and again the paddle fell, and each impact left a bright red circle on Sue's buttocks, until her entire backside was flaming red. With each blow, Sue would grunt, jerk slightly, sway her hips back and forth trying to ease the pain. Fred would rub her buttocks, and Sue would moan for a few seconds then ask for another one. Tammy watched in horror as Sue's bottom turned from white, to pink, and then a deep crimson red. This was nothing at all like the hand spanking she had imagined it would be. Tammy was on the verge of tears herself when she finally heard Sue gasp out "Thank you, I think I have had enough. Please accept that as the first half of my punishment" "Tammy, can you tell me how many swats that was?" Fred asked "Huh?" Tammy said, startled out of her trance "Uh, I don't know, I wasn't keeping count." "Sue, how many was that?" "50" Sue replied. "Hmmm, let's see" Fred said, picking up the notepad he had earlier marked on. He carefully unfolded the paper, studied it for a moment, then tore it off and stuffed it into his pocket "You have met my expectations." Tammy was relieved when Fred announced that the first half was over. But relief turned to apprehension when Fred instructed Sue to fetch an `appropriate implement' for the second half. Sue stood up from her position over the sofa, and after taking just a moment to rub her buttocks, stepped over to the duffel bag. After rummaging around for a few seconds, she turned back towards Fred and handed him a rather ugly looking riding crop, along with a pair of wrist cuffs and two lengths of chain. Tammy was too shocked to move or say anything as she watched Fred buckle the cuffs around Sue's wrists, then stand on a chair to connect the chains to eyebolts fastened to the ceiling, and then to Sue wrists. When he was done, Sue was standing on tip toe, with her hands secured over her head. "You see" Fred explained "Sue had control over the first part of the punishment. She could have stopped at any time, or even avoided this altogether if she felt that she did not deserve to be punished. But the fact is that she knew she was wrong, and that a punishment was in order. But you can't expect someone to ask for a full punishment, so we break it into two parts. She knows that the second part is going to be worse, but her desire to be punished makes her push her limits during the first half. And now she has elected to be bound, so there will no escape. She will get the same number of swats for the second half, so there will be no need for her to count." As he finished speaking, Fred brought the whip sideways across Sue's buttocks. There was a soft `whoosh', followed by a `crack', and an instant later by a sharp cry of pain. Sue thrashed about for a few moments, and then Fred followed with another blow, hitting the top region of her buttocks. This time Sue let out a sustained wail, as the whip had landed on a much more sensitive area. When Tammy saw the purplish lines appear on Sue's backside, it was more than she could stand. This was so much worse than anything she had imagined that she could not believe that it was happening. "I, I, Uh" Tammy murmured, barely able to contain her own tears. "I had better be going now." Tammy rushed out of the house, quickly closing the door behind her. But as much as she wanted to escape, something just wouldn't let her leave. So she stood on the front doorstep, listening closely to the scene still unfolding just a short distance away on the other side of the door. Although the door muffled the sound, Tammy could still clearly distinguish the whack of the crop, followed by a sharp cry of pain. As the whipping progressed, the cries got louder, and lasted longer. At last the sounds stopped, and Tammy quickly walked out to her car and headed home. Tammy didn't sleep well that night. The images of Sue getting paddled and whipped kept replaying in her mind. Many different emotions were combining in her mind, which kept her disturbed and confused. The severity of the punishment had shocked her. Yet, the image of Fred stroking Sue's ass as she wriggled after each swat excited her. Then she would get angry at herself for getting aroused over Sue's predicament, and she would tell herself that the whole thing was all her fault. She began to feel terribly lonely, and wished that she could be with Sue and Fred, her boyfriend Harry, anyone. She desperately needed someone to comfort her. The next morning Tammy fretted endlessly over what she should do next. She was so afraid that Sue would be angry with her, for causing the punishment. Nothing concerned Tammy more than the thought of losing the relationship she had with Sue and Fred, whom she considered to be like parents. Several times she picked up the phone to call, and once even made it as far as letting the phone ring. But each time she hung up, unable to bring herself to complete the call. But eventually the guilt that she felt overwhelmed her embarrassment, and she forced herself to drive over to Sue and Fred's house. She was relieved to find Fred's car missing from its customary spot in the driveway, as she was not sure that she could face both of them at the same time. Fighting her intense desire to flee, Tammy walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. "Tammy, come on in" Sue said in her typical cheerful manner. "Fred just ran to the store. He should be back in about 20 minutes or so. Man, I'm beat. I haven't been able to sit down all day. Why don't we go float in the hot tub for a while?" Tammy was surprised at Sue's cheerfulness, which disrupted her plan for apologizing, as it is hard to be apologetic to someone so cheerful. She was about to ask Sue why she hadn't sat down all day, but then the obvious answer came to her and she thought better of it. The hot tub was the usual place for Tammy to discuss her problems with Fred and Sue, so it only seemed natural to head there now. Sue carried on with the typical small talk as they headed out back, but Tammy was too engrossed in her thoughts to really pay attention. When they reached the hot tub, Sue lost no time in slipping off the sun dress she was wearing, leaving her totally nude. "Ooooh, I feel so naughty for not wearing any undergarments" Sue giggled "But my bottom is so sore that it is much more comfortable to go without." At the first mention of the spanking, Tammy broke down and cried "Oh, Sue! I am soooo sorry! You must really hate me!" "Hate you? Why would I hate you?" Sue said. As Tammy broke into tears, Sue extended her arms and the two fell into a warm embrace. "I had no idea that Fred would be so mean to you" Tammy cried. "All this time I thought Fred was so kind and gentle, I had no idea he had this other side". "Fred? Mean? No no no, you don't understand. That spanking last night was for my benefit. I *asked* for it. Fred only did what I asked him to. The spanking was my punishment for doing wrong, and the marks I carry are my proof that I made it right." "Marks?" Tammy asked "The spanking left marks?" "Oh, Yes" Sue said gleefully as she turned around to give Tammy a look at her buttocks. "See? Aren't they wonderful?" Tammy gasped at the sight of Sue's backside. From just below the waist, to part way down each leg, the skin was a collage of red and black spots, criss crossed with purple whip marks. Tammy reached out and touched one of the more prominent welt marks lightly, tracing the outline along Sue's skin. "But why do you do it? Why do you do this to yourself?" "Look, you were raised Catholic, right?" Sue asked "If you have committed a sin, what are you supposed to do?" "Go to confession" Tammy replied. "And what do you do at confession?" "Tell the priest what I have done wrong, and ask for forgiveness" "And what does the priest do?" "He assigns a penance" "That's right" Sue said. "No one made you go to confession, you do it because it was right. No one makes you do the penance, you do that because it is what is right. Afterwards, all is forgiven in the eyes of the Lord, and you are welcomed back. Don't you see that this is the same thing? That the spanking is our penance; it is what makes everything right?" "I guess so" Tammy said, even though she was not sure. "Tammy, tell me again why you and your boyfriend aren't speaking." Tammy looked down, avoiding any further eye contact. The two stood silently for a few moments, then Sue said: "You would do better if you could find a way to right your wrongs." The words were echoing in Tammy's mind when Fred appeared. "High girls. Ooooh, high there, sexy" Fred said, noticing that it was only his wife that was naked. Fred set down the grocery bag he was carrying, and quickly took his wife into his arms. They fell into a loving embrace, engaging in a deep and passionate kiss. Fred reached behind Sue, firmly squeezing her buttocks, which caused her to squeal in a very delightful way. Fred broke off the kiss, started nibbling at her earlobes, down her neck, and started kissing his way to her breast. "Fred! Tammy is here" Sue said in mild protest. "So? She watched me spank you last night." Fred said between kisses. "Maybe now she should watch me fuck you silly (more kisses) like I did last night (more kisses) and again this morning". Fred had reached Sue's nipples, and sucked one into his mouth. Biting down, he pulled up and out, while at the same time squeezing her buttock" "Ieeiiiyow" Sue squealed in a mixture of delight and pain, as she reached down to fondle Fred through his pants. Tammy, becoming embarrassed by witnessing the passionate scene played out in front of her, decided that it would be best if she left. After mumbling her good-byes, she headed back into the house and out the front door. Before closing the door behind her, she took one more look back and saw Fred quickly peeling off his clothes. Yes, she could tell that they were going to fuck each other silly. As they probably had the night before, and again in the morning. Oh, how she longed for some passionate love herself. She wondered why her love life wasn't so wonderful, why she never had been fucked silly after an argument. It was two days later when Tammy called Sue at work. "Sue? Can we get together after work tonight? I really need to talk to you." "Sure, why don't you come over to the house. Fred won't be home until about 7 tonight. We can talk I while I fix dinner". When Sue arrived home, she found that Tammy was already there and had let herself in (Tammy had possessed a key to their house for many years). When she entered, she found Tammy sitting in the kitchen, alongside a large bouquet of flowers. "Tammy, what's the occasion?" "Oh Sue, I have felt so bad about Saturday night, I just had to do something. Will you forgive me?" "Forgive you? What have you done that I should forgive you?" Sue asked. "For making you late. It was all my fault." "Hey, I was late, and we missed the show. I apologized to Fred, and it's all over. No need to dwell on what's already been taken care of". "But you don't understand. I made you late. I had this crazy idea that if I made you late, I would finally get to see you and Fred in an argument. Don't you see? I did it on purpose!" "Yes, I know that. But I was waiting for you to admit it. The confession has to come first, the forgiveness later." "Oh Sue! I don't know why I did that, something just came over me. I feel just awful. I have agonized over this since Saturday, and I really needed to show you haw sorry I was. Will you forgive me?" "Is that all you want? Does that make everything all right for you? OK Tammy, I forgive you. Now, do you feel better?" "No." Tammy admitted. "I still feel awful". "Then maybe it's because you haven't forgiven yourself. Confess your sins, do your penance, and put it behind you. Everyone else is ready to forgive you, but you need to forgive yourself. The pain of a penance is nothing compared to the pain of what you are putting yourself through." Tammy thought about it for a few moments, and then said, in a voice just barely audible "Will you give me my penance? Will you spank me?" These were the words that Sue was waiting to hear. Taking Tammy into her arms and holding her tight, Sue said "Yes, I will spank you. I will punish you, and forgive you, and make everything right. Now take off all your clothes and bend over the counter." Tammy did as she was told, pressing her breasts onto the cold tiles. She shivered, and goosebumps appeared on her arms and legs. Part of if was from the cold, but mostly it was from the anticipation of what was about to happen. Sue grabbed a wooden spoon from a holder next to the stove, then stood beside Tammy. "Now, make a proper confession, and tell me again what you want me to do" Sue commanded. "I made you late so that you missed the show. Please spank me." Tammy said sheepishly. Sue landed a blow with the wooden spoon upon Tammy's buttocks, causing her to jump "Owww" Tammy complained. "You can do better than that. Try again" Sue commanded. "I made you late, causing you to miss the show and get a spanking. Ple..." Tammy's sentence was cut short by a series of quick swats, which caused Tammy to stand upright and cover her buttocks "Oww, that hurts!" "No shit Sherlock!. That's the whole idea. Now bend back down and confess again. I want to hear all your sins, all at once. Now do it" commanded Sue in a stern voice. Tammy returned to her position bent over the counter, and started again with her confession. "I intentionally made you late so that I could see you get in trouble." Tammy blurted out. "I caused you and Fred to miss the movie you were planning to see, and caused you to get punished. I want you to punish me now, so that you and Fred will forgive me, and I will forgive myself" "Better" Sue said. "But still not good enough." Tammy put her right hand behind her to ward off the blows. But Sue would have none of this, and simply forced her hand up into an armlock and continued the lecture. "What about your basic behavior for quite some time now? What about the way you handle your relationship with your boyfriend? I think you should confess all your sins." Tammy squirmed under Sue's grasp, her buttocks stinging from the blows they had received. Her mind raced, trying to find the words that would satisfy her tormentor. "I don't think that you are quit ready for this" Sue said, making sure that the disappointment was clear in her voice. "Maybe we should do this some other time." "No!" Tammy cried. "I want it now. I need it now. Oh, please." Sue didn't let it show, but she was actually pleased with Tammy's response. She knew what buttons to push, and Tammy was responding as expected. "My, we are awfully demanding for someone who is asking for forgiveness. You are acting just like a spoiled brat `I want. I need'. Do you expect to get everything your way? "Noooo" Tammy cried, hurt more from the words than the paddling. "Admit it, everything that you have complained about has been nothing more than a temper tantrum because you haven't gotten your way! I bet you haven't spoken to your boyfriend because you refuse to admit that you were wrong. And now here you are, begging for forgiveness, but you won't face the music and admit your sins. No, I won't spank you, because you *don't* deserve it!" Sue gave Tammy one last swat, then threw the spoon onto the counter beside her and released her arm. At first, Tammy didn't move from her position. She had been hurt by Sue's words, but she knew deep down that it was the truth that hurt the most. Her gentle sobs increased to a full out cry, and she simply buried her face into her arm. Sue waited patiently for a few minutes, allowing Tammy the opportunity of a good cry. She then grabbed her gently by the shoulders, helping her up off the counter and gave her a big hug. "You needed that. You need to face the truth, and let the emotion run out. Now, do you still want that spanking?" Tammy nodded, unable speak. "Then I think what you need is some corner time to reflect on your misdeeds. Step over her, please." Sue tore a piece of paper from the note pad and placed it head high into a corner of the kitchen. "Keep your hands at your sides, and your nose on this piece of paper. I am giving you but two options. You can hold this paper in place until I say you can move. Or you can let it fall and forget the whole thing. While you are standing here, I want you to think of everything you have done wrong, every misdeed, and every sin that you have committed recently. In a little bit, I will give you another opportunity to confess, and it had better be sincere and from the heart." Tammy stood as directed, holding the paper in place with her nose. In that position, the wall touched her face along her eyebrows and cheeks, blocking her vision of everything but the wall itself, and even that was too close to focus on. Her buttocks still stung from the swats she had already received, and she had to fight the urge reach back and rub. She could still hear Sue moving around the house, but otherwise she was alone with her thoughts. It wasn't long before the sting in her buttocks subsided to a mere tingle, and she was able to focus her thoughts on the her upcoming confession. She was determined to hold the paper in place, make her confession, and take her punishment. Tammy was terrified of destroying her relationship with Fred and Sue, whom she considered to be her second parents. She wanted to make things right, to make amends for the wrong things she had done. It was half an hour later when Fred arrived home from work. "Well, what have we here?" he asked, spotting the red bottomed Tammy standing in the corner. "We have a very naughty and spoiled little girl." Sue replied. "She wants to be forgiven, but she seems to be having a little bit of trouble admitting her sins. Maybe after we have dinner she will be able to do a better job." Tammy kept silent while Fred and Sue ate their dinner, all the while wishing that the corner time would end and they could get on with the spanking. She could hear Fred and Sue talking, but could not make out what they were saying. She could hear the phone ring, the doorbell (thinking how glad she was that her corner was well out of sight of the front door), and finally the sounds of the table being cleared. "Ready to try again, dear?" "Yes ma'am" "Then come over here and tell me again what you want to say." Tammy was relieved to step out of the corner, as her nose was really starting to hurt from the constant pressure. But as she turned around, she felt terribly embarrassed, even though Fred and Sue had seen her naked many times before. She paused momentarily, then walked meekly up to where Fred and Sue were waiting. She had thought long and hard about what she was about to say, and had rehearsed it in her mind many times. But standing before Sue and Fred, she felt very much like a naughty little girl, and had to look at the floor and force herself to speak. "I have been behaving very badly lately" Tammy began, "towards people I really care for; to my boyfriend, to Fred and to you. I was inconsiderate to my boyfriend, causing him to miss an outing with his friends. To make matters worse, I refused to accept that I was at fault, and caused an argument that has led to us not speaking for over a week". "On Saturday, I intentionally delayed our return from shopping, causing you to miss the movie show." Tammy had to pause, as a series of sobs overwhelmed her. "What makes this worse is that I did it because I wanted to see you and Fred argue. I wanted to see you get a spanking for my own enjoyment. I was jealous of your relationship, and I wanted to see you fight." "I am ready to face the consequences of my actions. You have plenty of reasons to be angry with me, but I ask that you forgive me, and punish me so that I can forgive myself." "Well, that's a lot better." Sue said. "What do you think, Fred? Should we accept that apology? Shall we give her the spanking she deserves?" "Well, I don't know about the spanking she deserves" Fred replied, stressing the word deserves "But we can give her the spanking she asks for. Yes, I will accept it. How about you" "Yes, I will accept it too" Sue said. "What about you, Harry?" "Yes, I accept" Harry said, stepping out from around the corner. "WHAT???" Tammy exclaimed in shock. "What are you doing here?" "I gave Harry a call and asked him to come over" Sue explained. "After all, he has an interest in this too, don't you think? It's better to get it all out at once, wipe the slate clean." "But, But" Tammy started to say. "No BUTs" Fred interrupted. "We all know you two have an intimate relationship. If you want that relationship to thrive, you have to be able to work these things our on your own. Now Tammy, you've seen this done. Select a paddle from the bag, and then assume the position over the sofa." Tammy withdrew the same paddle from the bag she seen used on Sue, and positioned herself bent over the back of the sofa as she had seen Sue do just a few nights before. Fred wrote a number onto the notepad, then turned it face down onto the end table. "You may find it easier to stay into position if you hug one of the throw pillows" Fred advised. "As you know, you have to ask for each swat in order for it to count. What you don't know is that if you take too long, or move out of position, you will receive extra swats that don't count. You may call stop at anytime, but if the official count doesn't meet of exceed the number I just wrote down, the punishment won't count. Do you understand?" "Yes sir" "Do you also understand that for the second part of your punishment, you will receive the same number of swats with an implement of your choice, and that once it starts, you will not have the option of stopping?" "Yes Sir, I understand" "Then let us begin. Sue, would you like to start?" "With pleasure" Sue replied, grasping the paddle in her right hand. Sue placed the paddle on Tammy's upturned bottom, and rubbed gently. Tammy was a total mix of emotions, consumed by remorse over her actions, embarrassment at her position, relief that forgiveness was at hand, and now suddenly frightened that it was really going to happen. I'm waiting" Sue prodded. "May I please have a swat?" Tammy said at last. "Owww .. Oh my God!" Tammy cried out. She had thought that the spoon was bad, but this was worse. Far worse. Harry stood a few steps back from the sofa, close enough to get a good view, but far enough to be out of the way. When Sue had called him that evening, he had at first thought that it was some sort of joke. Sue had managed to convince him to drive right over, and had briefed him on the events of the past few days. He could now tell that this was no joke, that Tammy was actually letting herself be punished. It was something that he agreed she needed. "May I please have another?" Tammy cried out again, but asked for another one as she quickly buried her face into a pillow. The pillow muffled her scream, and it was a few seconds before she was able to ask for another one. On the third swat, Tammy stood straight up and reached back to cover her buttocks. But Sue would have none of this, and responded with a quick stroke that caught her square across the knuckles. This caused Tammy to yank her hands back and spin half around in a vain attempt to protect both her backside and her hands. But what it did was present her left thigh, which Sue hit with yet another swat. Tammy wailed from the pain, but quickly spun back around into position as Sue swung again, which ended up landing on her buttocks. "Remember, those don't count!" Tammy squirmed on the back of the sofa for a few more seconds, then asked for another swat. She found a pattern that she could handle, where she would ask for a swat, clench her ass cheeks for the blow, then squirm about in an attempt to ease the pain. Between each blow, Sue would rub the paddle against her buttocks, which Tammy found to be very pleasing. Somewhere around 20, Tammy found that she could better tolerate the swats. She couldn't tell if Sue wasn't hitting her as hard, or if she was simply getting numb. But by the thirtieth swat, the time required for the initial sting to subside was increasing. Tammy was just about to ask for another swat when an unexpected one landed. Since Tammy hadn't been expecting it, she was caught unprepared. In addition, Sue let her annoyance show by leaning extra hard into the swing. The combination made Tammy lurch halfway over the sofa back, her legs kicking wildly in the air. "No, it hurts!" Tammy complained. Sue landed another quick blow to the back of her legs, and managed to target the inside of both thighs before Tammy repositioned herself. "Stop, stop, Please!" she cried, her legs trembling. "Of course it hurts, now stop being a baby and don't make me wait!" "May I please have another?" By the fortieth swat, the sting never really subsided between blows. Instead, each swat built on the last, raising the level of pain. Before the punishment started, Tammy had told herself that she deserved at least twice what Sue had endured the other night. But now she couldn't imagine lasting to 100. When her count finally reached 50, she called out "I think I have had enough. Please accept my punishment". "How many was that?" Sue asked "50" "How many did you count, Fred?" "47" "Me too". Tammy was unable to brace herself for these, and screamed loudly into the pillow while she bucked and kicked. "Those were the ones you were short" "And those were for losing count! Now lets see if it was enough". While Sue reached for the notepad Tammy cried into the pillow and prayed that it was enough, she prayed with all her heart. She wasn't sure that she could endure any more, let alone starting over from the begining. But she was also sure that she couldn't allow herself to fail. Sue picked up Fred's note and smiled. Only once before had she seen a number that Fred had written down. It was when she had been punished for a fairly minor offense, and had just endured 80 swats, and had been told that she had met the expectation. Convinced that it was at least double the necessary amount, her curiosity got the better of her and she asked to see the paper. When Fred showed her the number 50, which immediately doubled to 100, she was practically kicking herself for not leaving well enough alone. Having to start over, she ended up getting a total of 180 swats, which was enough to kill any further curiosity. "You have met the expectations" Sue said. "You may stand up." Tammy continued to cry into the pillow, but felt an enormous relief. As she lay there, Sue put the paddle aside and started to gently rub Tammy's buttocks. Soon Tammy was responding to the gentle touch, and started moving her buttocks against Sue's touch. "We will have time for that later" Sue called. "When Harry can take care of you. Let's get on with the second part". Tammy stood up reluctantly, both from desire to keep the rubbing going and from the impending dread of the second phase. "You need to select an implement to punish you with, and a way to be restrained. Here, I will show you the choices." Sue dumped the contents of the bag onto the floor, and started sorting them into three piles. Into one pile went whips and paddles, a second pile held cuffs and restraints, the third pile held dildos, clothes pins, and things that Tammy didn't recognize. "I don't think we will be using these today" Sue said in obvious delight, referring to the third pile. "I don't even know what you would use them for" Tammy said. "Oh, most of these are for when we want to draw the punishment out" Sue replied. "For example, I might make Fred wear this butt plug and cock harness all night" Sue explained, holding the items up for inspection. "And we both like to apply the clothespins to various body parts, especially to the nipples. We will use these in a negotiation of a rest between the first and second phase. But this gag here" Sue said, holding up a leather strap with a red ball fastened in the middle of it "might come in handy if you start making too much noise." The mention of a rest option gave Tammy encouragement, as she was still not sure she could face another spanking right away. She wasn't sure about the idea of clothespins on her nipples, and the thought of that rather large ball being shoved into her mouth was definitely not appealing. "Now this paddle is a lot like the one that was used to warm you up, but it has these holes drilled into it. Makes it a lot easier to swing, and it hurts a lot more. This" Sue continued, holding up an old wooden hairbrush that was missing part of it's bristles "is a lot smaller, but concentrates the blow into a small area. Tends to leave small round bruises. It is Fred's favorite when he has been real bad." "The strap here isn't too bad, except that it tends to wrap around and hit more tender spots. You can expect to get hit on the vagina a few times, and boy does that hurt! This is my favorite if I want the minimum amount of marking. Tammy listened carefully, and couldn't help but notice the gleeful excitement that Sue had in her voice. Harry had moved in close as well, looking over Tammy's shoulders at selection. "This is our overall favorite" Sue said, holding up the riding crop that Tammy had seen used the other night. "It is wicked enough to really hurt, but easy to control. You will end up with stripes from this one. Now this one" Sue said, holding up a thin rattan cane "is for serious offenses. I don't recommend this one, as I am not sure that I could withstand 50 lashes with a cane." "Now the restraints are pretty simple. We have wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, a few lengths of rope, and some chain. You can be tied standing up, or bent over something, or hog-tied, or spread eagle, or whatever comes to mind." Tammy thought about it for a moment, and selected the same items she saw used on Sue. She wasn't in the mood to be adventurous, and didn't want to risk getting into something more than she had bargained for. Better to face the devil you know than one you don't. Sue handed Fred the chains for him to attach to the ceiling, while she set about fastening the cuffs to Tammy's wrists. "Come on stretch up here" Fred commanded. "Up on tip toe". Tammy stretched her arms towards the ceiling, and Fred attached the wrist cuffs to the chain with two snap hooks. Once fastened, Tammy found that she could stand flat footed on the floor, but the cuffs pulled strong against her wrists. Or, she could stand on the balls of her feet and get slack in the chain. "This is your last chance. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Fred asked, holding the riding crop in his hand. Tammy nodded, and suddenly became frightened with the realization that it would be Fred administering the final phase. "Then let's begin". The crop whistled through the air, and landed against Tammy's right buttock cheek with a loud snap. Even though she had been expecting it, she still jumped and cried out from the sudden pain. "Oh my God!" Tammy gasped. The second blow landed close to the first, and Tammy responded by lifting her right leg to shake out the pain. The next two blows focused on her left ass cheek, causing her to shift her weight to the other leg. "Not so fast!" Tammy pleaded. `You don't have any control any more" Sue told her. "You have no choice in the matter, so you might as well take it like an adult. And you had better realize that if you get too carried away" Sue said as she grabbed Tammy's nipples, pulling and twisting them "that we can always make matters worse". The next blow landed while Sue still held onto Tammy's nipples. "OK, OK!" Tammy's relief at having her nipples released was short lived, as the next blow landed immediatly after. Again and again the crop whistled, halting it's stroke with a crack against Tammy's bare skin. Each time, Tammy would shriek and do a little dance of pain, restrained by the chains pulling her arms towards the ceiling. Tammy noticed that Harry had moved around to the back, obviously enjoying the show that she was providing. Although she tried to minimize the spectacle, it was a futile attempt. Fred applied the strokes with no apparent rhythm, sometimes pausing for several seconds, other times following one stroke immediately with another. At one point Fred laid two quick, consecutive blows to her right ass cheek, which caused Tammy to howl and twist around in an attempt to protect her backside. What it really did was tighten the chains in an uneven way, forcing her up on the toe of just one foot. Fred reached down and grabbed Tammy's free foot, pulling it up and away from her foot that was supporting her weight. "You would have been better off to stand still" Sue warned her. Then, as Tammy watched in horror, Fred started to whip at her now exposed inner thighs and vaginal area. With each blow Tammy would scream and kick, trying desperately to free her foot from Fred's grasp. But Fred held fast, until finally Tammy managed to throw her other leg over, allowing her body weight to be held totally by the chains. "There are worse areas than that" Fred warned her with a menacing tone, as he took aim with a slashing blow that managed to hit just the nipple area of both breasts. Fred released her leg as Tammy shook with renewed enthusiasm. "Owwwwww, STOP!, Oh Please, don't hit me there any more! Please, oh please" begged Tammy, as her voice trailed off into a sobbing cry. "If you don't want your front side hit, don't turn around" Sue instructed. "You brought that on yourself". "I'm sorry" Tammy managed to say between sobs. "Yes, I believe that you almost are" Fred said as he laid another swat to Tammy's buttocks. "I bet your sorry you ruined our date at the show." "I bet your sorry you caused Sue to get a whipping just like this one." Fred continued, switching into lecture mode. "I bet you're even sorry that you have behaved so badly towards us. But I bet you're not sorry that you have behaved so badly toward your boyfriend, are you?" "Ieeeooowwww, I am, oh I am sorry" Tammy protested. "Then why didn't you apologized to him first?" "I couldn't!" "You CAN, and you will from now on! . Won't you?" Fred demanded. "Owwwwww. Yes, I will, I will" Tammy assured him, suddenly realizing that Fred was no longer administering the blows. "And next time you wrong Harry, you will make amends, and do your penance with Harry?" "Yes, I will, I will" Tammy promised, crying freely. "Five more, Harry" Harry took great care in delivering the final blows, targeting areas that appeared less damaged than others. Tammy found the thought of Harry doing it a bit more comforting, although she didn't understand why. With the end in sight, she found the courage to accept the blows with as much dignity as her position would allow. Although her tears continued, Tammy mannaged to stand still, and actually thrust her ass slightly out towards Harry. As the end approached, Tammy took comfort in her emminent victory. "Your punishment is over" Fred declared, much to Tammy's relief. Her backside was on fire. Her arms and legs trembled uncontrollably. Her skin was covered with a fine sweat. Her breath came in gasps, interrupted by sobs that she couldn't control. But she felt proud. She had taken her punishment, endured the pain. "You did wonderful" Sue told her, helping her to stand while Fred released her arms. Come over here and let's apply some lotion to that bottom of yours. Lie down here on the couch." Tammy did as instructed, and Sue started to apply a soothing lotion to her flaming backside. "This is the best part" Sue said. In contrast to the fire that was being applied to buttocks a few moments ago, the cool lotion was a delight. Tammy's sobs turned to moans, her spasms into gentle thrusts of her hips. Tammy spread her legs wide to give Sue better access to the marks between her legs. As she passed by Tammy's vagina, Sue noticed a large amount of moisture, the scent of which told her it was not perspiration. "Hmmm, I see that you got a little excited!" "Huh?" Tammy said, clamping her legs together in embarrassment. "Oh, don't be embarrassed!" Sue told her. "It happens to me every time. In fact" Sue started to whisper "sometimes I misbehave just so I can get the spanking. The sex that follows is out of this world! That's another reason that we brought Harry here tonight. Harry, you need to take over!" Tammy thought about what Sue had just said. She couldn't deny that she was aroused. The pain in her buttocks was starting to change from a searing pain into a sort of tingle, which further added to her stimulation. And of course, the rubdown that Sue was giving her was helping too. When Harry took over the massage, Tammy was in heaven. "Harry, I think you and Tammy need to spend the night in our spare room. I am sure that Tammy's bottom is too sore to sit on for a ride home, and I think she really needs your attention right now." Harry didn't have any argument with that plan. He helped Tammy stand up, and followed Fred and Sue down the hall to the spare bedroom. Fred and Sue were barely inside their own room before they had stripped and started making passionate love right on the floor, never making it to the bed. Their own punishment sessions always ended with sex, generally right in the living room, and sometimes even before the recipient had been released from the bondage. Having just participated in a third parties punishment was no less exciting to them. "Shhhh" Fred whispered a few moments later. Sue listened carefully, and she too could hear it. The sounds of the old bed in the next room squeaking to the rhythm of a steady beat, and the soft moans of a women approaching orgasm. "I sure hope Tammy is good with a paddle" Sue giggled. "I expect they will be using it often!" --------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed it. Look for another one in about 6 months (it seems to take me that long to think up a decent topic).