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"Oh crap, here we go again." Karen was not thinking happy thoughts when she saw Pete come to the table with another copy of his 'Rules of the House'. As she suspected, he handed them to her and pointed out which ones she violated in the last few days. It probably would have been quicker if he just stuck to those she had actually honored. Her mouth said, "Oh gee, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten but thanks for reminding me." but her brain said, "Come off it Pete. Loosen up a bit and stop being so anal. Geez, who died and left you in charge?" She put the list on the table and tried to go back to her dinner but his lecture continued. Her mental reaction was, "Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, BS, BS, etcetera, etcetera... WHAT WAS THAT?" She couldn't believe her ears when she heard his last comment. Sara, who was sitting at the other end of the table agreed with him and Karen sat open mouthed and speechless.
Tom arrived about that time and asked what it was that Sara had just agreed with. This time Karen paid close attention as Pete explained, "I'm tired of her inability to live by a few simple rules that would made life easier on everybody and expressed the idea that it was time to enforce them by ascribing penalties for infractions."
Sara interpreted, "What he really said was that Miss 'So What If I Am A Slob And Take Other People's Things And Don't Have To Clean Up After Myself' needs a good spanking."
Tom looked at Miss 'SWIIAASATOPTADHTCUAM' but directed his response to the others. "Personally, I'm against physical violence as an answer to disputes and feel negotiation is the best method of resolving differences. However, in this case I would have to concede that it might be of some benefit."
Sara asked, "Does that mean you also think we should spank her?"
Tom looked confused and said, "I thought I made that clear but let me be more explicit. We need to paddle her butt until its bright red. I've got a pretty good downstroke for spiking and I could practice it while we're at it."
Sara laughed as she offered, "We could draw lines on her ass so she would look like a volleyball and it would be more realistic to you."
The object of but not a participant in the discussion maintained her dumfounded silence as Pete mildly chastised Sara and Tom. "I don't think we should make a joke out of it. I meant it as a serious suggestion and a way we could help her develop some sense of responsibility."
Sara answered, "Don't worry, I'm not taking it lightly. I think it's a wonderful idea and while you're at it I'd like a piece of her too. She still hasn't returned my sweater which, by the way, she never asked if she could borrow in the first place and I'd like to teach her a thing or two about respect for others' property. But," she added, "I'm not going to hurt my hand on her. The wooden spatula will have to do until we can get a proper paddle."
Tom asked, "You think we need to make spankings a regular thing in the future?"
Sara had a sly grin as she said, "I don't know. She's definitely needs to get one tonight but let's be fair. As long as we're going to spank one of us for not living by the rules we all should be subject to the same punishment. I know a place where I can get a very nice paddle and each of us who failed to show consideration to the others in the past will have their sins erased with it on Saturday. Um, Pete, I'm only asking out of curiosity but who else has ever willfully broken any of the rules?"
Pete smiled in understanding. "Why, nobody but Karen. Isn't that a surprise? I guess she'll be the only one who gets to feel your new paddle."
Sweet innocent Karen's mind was going crazy. "What would they think if they knew this entire discussion was turning me on something fierce." It seems our young heroine has harbored fantasies of getting her rear end spanked for years and paddles of all shapes and sizes figured prominently. It was all she could do to keep her hands from scratching an ever increasing itch. But this wasn't fantasy, this was real life. Could she or would she...
The time to decide descended upon her as the three conspirators turned in her direction and asked how she felt about their plan. She couldn't bring herself to speak but she could show them her opinion on the subject.
With her heart in her throat she stood up and pulled her chair back from the table. No words were necessary as she led Pete to sit and lay across his lap. He chose to remain silent also and gave her the first of many swats, each one harder than the last. She was getting her first spanking and its mild sting increased her desire for more. The smarting sensation grew with each slap and in spite of her arousal or maybe because of it she gave into the pain and started crying. Pete was encouraged that his spanking was doing some good but was otherwise unmoved by the tears and his hand continued to fall.
Both of them were rather preoccupied and Tom was mesmerized by what he was witnessing so nobody noticed Sara writing something on Pete's list. A little while later (a little while may be a relative term depending on whether your getting, watching or receiving a spanking) Miss SWIIAASATOPTADHTCUAM's rear end was rather sore and when the spanking stopped at least one of players in this little drama was looking proud of himself.
His tearful partner stood up next to him and said she was sorry for all the things she did and thanked him for 'helping her develop a sense of responsibility'. She even went as far as to kiss him modestly and started to leave the room. What she wanted more than anything at that moment was to be alone in her room and not just to cry into her pillow. However, when she turned towards the kitchen door she found herself face to face with Sara who wasn't about to let her leave without paying rent on the sweater.
With a stern expression Sara pointed to the spatula on the kitchen counter and Karen meekly retrieved the temporary substitute for a 'proper' paddle and handed it to her friend who was now seated in the chair. As the tearful but very excited girl with the sore and soon to more so bottom moved to put herself in position to get her first experience with a (sort of) paddle, Sara said, "Whoa girly. I don't spank what I can't see. Take your pants off."
Karen was dizzy and felt a little faint. Especially with her head down so low as she untied her shoes. She kicked them off and her slacks slid down to where she could easily step out of them. She looked at Sara and through unseen communication got the answer to her unasked question. With trembling fingers she sent her panties in the same direction. Unfortunately, they didn't slide down as smoothly and she was forced to assist them on their journey until they were tossed to the side. Of course, this gave a very nice display of her unclad bottom to the men in the room which actually wasn't as embarrassing to Karen as it should have been. In fact, the exhibitionist in her led to holding that stance while she went beyond the normal requirements for a bare bottomed spanking and took off her socks.
Now she was welcomed across the waiting lap but before the 'improper' paddle was put to use Pete was invited to get a better view of the results of his handiwork. He said it was a little pink and Sara said, "That's just it. A little pink isn't the color we're looking for. I'm afraid as a spanker you leave a lot to be desired. Next time don't be such a wimp. A spanking is supposed to hurt and all you did was make her a little uncomfortable."
He defended his honor and reminded Sara that he had done a good enough job to get Karen to cry. Sara's response to that? "Crocodile tears and nothing more. She barely felt it. Feel this. Her bottom is barely warm. It should be much hotter than that."
This was not what Karen had in mind when she fantasized about getting spanked. What was supposed to be an erotic adventure was turning into an academic discussion on the best way to administer a spanking and she was the visual aid. And also the tactile aid as Pete put his hand on her.
He agreed that the surface he was stroking was not very warm at all but it was quite smooth and pleasant to the touch. Tom said he wanted to feel it too and no one of importance voiced any complaint. As if having two guys hands rubbing her bottom and talking about it as if that was the only part of her that was worth anything, Sara's hand joined in but it didn't stay within the boundaries of the 'only slightly warmed' part.
"Oh, look what I found fellas." Two more sets of fingers joined in the exploration of Karen's private space and the owners of said fingers commented to each other how wet and seemingly aroused they found the area. After a few minutes the poor girl was panting and moaning and didn't appear to be suffering any punishment except maybe for finally getting around to a little embarrassment which was probably good for her. Soon after that the team of poking digits caused Karen to spread her legs and raise her bottom as high as she could so they would have better access. That's when Sara took command again.
"Enough of that guys. It looks like she's having too much fun and that's not why she's here." She gave a slight swat and continued, "Karen, you should be ashamed of yourself. This is not a very ladylike pose. Now put your bottom down and close your legs. We have a spanking to accomplish and you know you should be positioned properly."
Reluctantly and with added humiliation she obeyed as Sara went back into instructor mode. "Your biggest problem Pete was trying to give a spanking without baring her bottom first. I've seen her cry over a broken fingernail so a few tears when you dusted the back of her slacks didn't impress me at all. You've got to be able to see the target. That's absolutely imperative so you can better judge how you're doing. You not only look for proper coloration but if you do it right you can get to her jump a little with each swat. Watch."
Karen jumped as the spatula landed very hard and fast.
Tom noticed a small red mark where it landed and Sara confirmed his observation by saying, "Correct! A good swat leaves a mark but it only last a few seconds. But if you keep doing it."
She kept doing it.
"See how the redness starts to build and notice how she keeps that little jumping action each time it hits. That's how you can tell you're getting to her. See, she's crying again already and I've barely started. Pete got this far but he never even got her to say a single 'Ouch'."
Karen said, "Ouch! That hurts. Please stop."
Sara didn't and as the swats continued she went on to explain, "Even though her timing is suspect I'm beginning to think maybe this time she really means it but then again, she may be faking. The true test is how much of the area you can get this nice red color but as you can see, the job is only half done. It's time to start on the other cheek but I'll still go back and give this side a little touch up every so often."
Karen said, "Ouch! That hurts. Please stop." many, many times as Sara continued her methodical rent collection and brought out the color uniformly.
Finally Sara said, "We're just about done sweetheart. Now be a good girl and don't bounce around so much. See how obedient she is. There's no doubt this really hurts her now but if the spanking's done correctly she won't even think of trying anything stupid like moving out of the way of the spatula. Two more to go and I'll make them as hard as I can so lie still so I can get good aim. One!"
Karen screamed and jumped but that was to be expected. However, she quickly settled down and waited for number...
"Two!"
As soon as the next screech died down Sara said, "Voila! That's what I call a well spanked bottom. Feel it now."
Karen was in too much of a haze to know or even care who was touching her next. All she knew that the gentlest finger stroking her skin was painful as Pete and Tom felt how her rear end radiated. They unknowingly(?) caused her more distress as they inadvertently(?) squeezed the heat source and confirmed that it was, in fact, much hotter than before.
Sara helped her roommate to her feet as predicted, "Wait till Saturday and see the difference a real paddle makes. Her spanking will be considerably more effective when I use a more suitable implement and not this little thing. You can put it in the sink Karen but be sure and kiss it to show how much you want to thank it for getting you farther along the path to 'developing a sense of responsibility'."
The totally humiliated and broken spirited young lady quietly (except for her annoying sniffling) complied with her orders.
Alas, her ordeal was not over as Pete told her to stand in front of him and open her legs. Although walking was uncomfortable with the bright red skin contracting and stretching with each step she presented herself as he desired. He shared his discovery with the others. "Guess what. She's as wet as before. Do you think she'd like us to have sex with her?"
As was the case earlier, Karen was not a participant in the discussion since the question was directed to the other female present who answered, "I'm sure she would and she's not the only one turned on. I can see you and Tom are and I know I am. Look at my nipples." Sara stripped to the waist and all could see she was speaking truthfully. Then she suggested Tom check Karen out and the penitent stood meekly while her T-Shirt and bra were discarded. The most recently bared breasts showed the same signs of excitement and it was also discovered that they fit into Tom's hands quite nicely. The little tips stood out even more when rolled in his fingers.
Sara recommended the acquisition of condoms and while the male members of the group went off to their rooms to fetch them she doffed her jeans and panties, sat, opened her legs and pointed down as she told Karen to put her mouth there and get busy. Karen was shocked. They all knew Sara liked to have sex with representatives of both genders but Karen was (until that moment) strictly heterosexual. However, deep in her fantasies was a glimmer of what it would be like to make love to another woman. This was her golden opportunity and Sara was waiting impatiently. All Karen needed was a little more motivation and when given the choice between expanding her sexual horizons or bringing the spatula back for further use she made her decision. She knelt between the other girl's legs and tentatively put her face close to her genitals. The girl in the chair grabbed the reluctant head to pull it right in to where she wanted it.
When the rest of the gang returned they were delighted to see two naked females although Sara's secret charms were temporarily hidden by someone's head. The one who's mouth was otherwise unoccupied was expressing her pleasure and told them, "I don't know if she's enjoying this as much as I am but frankly, I don't give a damn. Don't stop what you're doing Karen but get up on your feet and raise your delightful little ass so Pete can put that rubber to good use."
Karen struggled to keep her mouth in contact with Sara, not that she had any chance of doing otherwise with Sara's vise-like grip keeping her at her task, and got her legs straight. Well, not exactly straight but a tad angled so the target Pete was presently most interested in was slightly visible. Of more importance than it's availability to be seen was it's availability to be impaled and Pete wasted no time doing just that.
Karen said something but her voice was muffled so they all assumed she was saying how much she liked being used that way by both of them. As it turns out, they were right and Sara was gratified with two things. One: knowing she was correct in her assumption as Karen nodded in agreement and Two: even more with the waves of pleasure that particular head movement caused. Good old Tom was not standing idly by playing silent witness but stood behind Sara with his hands around her and kneading her breasts.
It seemed the four of them were having a good time although at least one was a little uncomfortable every time her ravisher slammed into a still very sore rear end. The sexual tension which had been building up in her reached its first climax but that was only a stopping point on a climb to further heights and was soon on her way to another. She (the passenger on this climbing trip) wanted to say thank you but since a vocal response was out of the question she indicated her gratitude with her tongue to Sara's great delight.
Speaking of Sara, she was thoroughly enjoying herself but not to the point where she was unaware of what was happening around her and could see that Pete was getting close to achieving his goal and Karen was fast approaching big 'O' number two. She choose just the right(?) moment to pull the grateful mouth from its duty as she told Pete, "That's enough for her. Put that thing in here."
She pointed to the location recently vacated by the girl who was moaning at Pete's departure. He didn't like being out in the cold very long so he ungraciously pushed Karen out of the way. In mental agony she watched Sara turn so her hands were on the chair and the unspanked bottom was raised to accept Pete's immediate intrusion.
In desperation, Karen put herself in the same position on another chair and breathlessly invited Tom to finish what his roommate started. Tom was happy to oblige but Sara had the presence of mind to intercept his intentions and tell him make Karen read the latest rule. Looking confused, Tom picked up the list and saw what the girl who was now making very satisfied sounds had written earlier. He smiled and showed it to Karen who's head fell in resignation as she read, "Nobody gets to have sex with Karen unless they spank her first."
She led Tom to the chair and climbed over his lap. "Please!" she said. "Please spank me so you can..."
There was no need to finish her sentence as he started in on her other sentence.
It wasn't the slap heard around the world but it was heard around the kitchen and Sara called out, "Stop." All activity ceased for a moment and Sara continued, "No, not you Pete, just Tom."
Pete went back to his previous activity but at a slower pace so he could listen to what Sara had to say.
"Don't spank her yet. If you don't mind waiting a little longer, I'd like to watch and right now I'm busy."
It's difficult to describe how her voice sounded as Pete, who was going slow, still caused her voice to vibrate a bit with each thrust.
Tom, as always an amiable sort of guy, agreed to hold off. Karen who was not always as amiable as her roommates would have liked was still aching for more intimate attention. She tried to slip her hand between her legs to do the job herself but Tom saw what she was up to and grabbed her arm. With him pinning it at her back she was not only extremely horny but also terribly embarrassed to be over somebody's lap to wait for another spanking. And judging by his first swat, she knew that was not going to a pleasant experience but at the moment she was totally helpless to do anything about any of those problems. Watching Sara and Pete just made it worse but she couldn't take her eyes off them. To her it seemed like forever till Pete climaxed and Sara followed. Then she had to listen while they told each other how good it was.
It's safe to say Karen wasn't looking forward to Tom's hand being lifted off her rear end where it was resting lightly because she knew it would return in a hard swat many times over but her need for what he had to offer in, and I do mean in, a place only a few inches away from his hands present position was so strong she couldn't wait any longer. She almost begged as she asked, "Can he spank me now?"
Pete had discarded the used rubber and was putting himself back into his pants while Sara was in the process of getting dressed. She answered the sorrowful plea. "In a minute love. Just let me finish getting dressed and then I need to get something so you can be suitably prepared for him."
When Sara returned she held a black felt tip marker and asked Tom if he was ready for the practice they spoke of earlier. As she approached them Karen felt that she had enough and she would be damned if she was going to have her ass painted to look like a volleyball. She made a futile attempt to get up but Tom (with Pete's assistance) held her steady as Sara wielded the marker. I guess Karen was damned after all since a few minutes later her ass was painted to look like a volleyball.
The artist stepped back to admire her work and said, "We'll give it a few minutes to dry." She knelt at Karen's face and said, "Aren't you the lucky one? Not only do you get to travel a little farther on your road to developing a sense of responsibility but you get to show your school spirit by helping the volleyball team. I'm so proud of you I could give you a kiss. Matter of fact, I will." Karen was repulsed at first as Sara's lips pressed against hers and pushed a tongue into her momentarily unwilling mouth but soon responded by returning the embrace with surprising enthusiasm. Sara stood up and silently gloated over her conquest.
When the ink was dry Pete demonstrated his spiking technique quite a few times. Tom and Sara cheered him on and Tom said, "You're in the back row and a low shot is coming your way. What do you do?" Tom displayed his underhand capability and when his audience was satisfied he switched to sidearm strokes. Those were hard enough to get a lot more than the 'spankee jump' and just about sent Karen off his lap. He pulled her back and sent her forward a few more times. It probably should be mentioned that Karen was hardly silent during this whole process and wasn't congratulating him in the same manner as Sara and Tom but was letting him know how much she appreciated(?) his strength and determination.
Tom, who had released his penis from its confines earlier and had prematurely covered it with the thin sheath of protection complained(?) that her moving back and forth was rubbing against him in a very sexy manner and he was getting close to losing control over it. Sara told him to stop spanking and let Karen off his lap before he wasted a perfectly good erection.
The one who had been feeling something hard rub against her thigh was happy with the news. Now maybe she could get that thing where it really belonged. Unfortunately for her, Sara had one more brilliant idea. She had Tom get up and using the chair as a stool, led her friend to where they were both standing on the table. Everyone was confused, especially Karen as she was told to bend over and grab her ankles.
Once the volleyball substitute was in position Sara stood in front of her, reached around to grab Karen's thighs just above the knees and pulled tight. Now Karen was forced to stay folded in two with her bottom facing the boys. Sara made her plan clear as she said, "How about a little practice with your overhand serve?" It was a good thing Sara was holding Karen to keep her from falling forward during Tom's numerous attempts to send the red volleyball to an imaginary opposing team.
At last the agony was too much and Karen's legs gave out. Sara helped her slump down to the table top and Tom and Pete took over from there. When Karen's legs were dangling over the edge of the table and her bottom the right height for penetration, she finally got what she wanted.
As she found out during Pete's all too brief intercourse, the sensation of having someone slam into a very sore backside while servicing a very horny front side was painful and exciting beyond belief and since her ass was even more sensitive than the last time it was much worse or better. Her second orgasm arrived and she even got to number three before she felt Tom's humping go to warp speed and finish with a triumphant shout.
The poor girl was exhausted but, in a painful and satisfied way, she was happy. The three punishers left her in the kitchen with the orders to clean up and wash the dishes and when she was done she should call them. They would inspect her work and if they found no faults she could have her clothes back. Unspoken but understood was the promise that if her work was not up to their standards, she would find out why the felt it necessary to keep her bottom bare and immediately available for them to express their displeasure.
Luckily(?) for her, she passed the inspection and received her garments. She wanted to just carry them into her bedroom but they told her to get dressed in front of them and then join them in watching TV. At least she didn't have to lug the hard kitchen chair to the living room. Tom was nice enough to do that for her and that's where she squirmed for the rest of the evening.
Over the next few days she found, as was to be expected, sitting to be somewhat uncomfortable. Each morning she looked at her rear in the mirror and the indelible marked lines where still there. She supposed she could scrub real hard and they might come off sooner but for some reason she was not very keen on that idea. She went out Friday night and had to limit her date to heavy petting since she wasn't sure how she would explain why her bottom looked like a piece of athletic equipment. That didn't make either of them, Karen of her date, very happy but that's life.
Saturday morning she slept late. After she showered and dressed she headed for the kitchen for breakfast. On the way she passed her roommates in the living room. They were engaged in the intellectual pursuit of cartoon watching. She said, "Good morning" and they greeted her cheerfully. In the kitchen she was amazed by the mess they left behind and was a little surprised. Not by just a few dirty dishes. They had done that every night since the spankings and she was relegated to wash them as part of her atonement. But this time they must have used every bowl, pot and pan in the place. Yep, they had really outdone themselves and it was going to take a long time to get it all straightened out.
She shrugged and resigned herself to the extra work but she was going to eat first. She got the last clean bowl and had cereal and milk before adding to the pile in the sink. That's when she noticed a package next to their dishes and it had her name on it. She opened it and caught her breath. In front of her was the paddle Sara spoke about. It was beautiful and terrifying.
A note was taped to it.
Good morning Karen. Don't worry about the mess. You can clean it up later. Also, the apartment needs vacuuming and an all around good cleaning. You will do that after the kitchen is done. But, first things first. We'd like you to join us for a discussion regarding the house rules.
Tom, Pete and Sara.
P.S. Take all your clothes off first and leave them here. You can put them back into your room after we're done with your first set of spankings and before you get started on the chores. You will stay nude for the rest of the day to save time if we find your performance lacking. We're waiting. Bring the paddle.
Your loving roommates.
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