DSP-- Story: Guilt

Rick was going to be away for a few days, so Jen and Casey had decided to do the slumber party routine. No men; and that meant they could do what they wanted. Casey needed to keep her mind off the fact that Rick wasn't there anyway. They had been deep into the usual confession phase of their conversation, when Jen told Casey that there were things that she'd done, ever since forever, that she'd always felt guilty about. She'd always wished that somebody had taken her to task for these things.

Casey looked at Jen out of the tops of her glasses. "You know that can be arranged, don't you?"

Jen's heart skipped. "Casey, I meant before...... ya know, like when the stuff happened," she stammered.

"Yeah, but that stuff still bothers you, right?"

Jen looked at the floor, suddenly shy at being put on the spot. "Some of it........maybe," she said quietly.

"The big stuff, right? The things that you know for sure that you screwed up," Casey asked, sympathizing.

Jen looked up at Casey again, and saw that there was no teasing in her expression. She wanted to know, and meant to help if she could. "Yes, dammit, but nobody ever thought enough to do it."

"Jen, what if I said I was willing?"

Jen's breath hitched at those words. She knew that Casey meant what she said, but to actually finally pay for all those things? She knew she wanted it, but to admit that now in the face of having it happen? She closed her eyes, and swallowed hard. "Yes, do it before I change my mind," she said as fast as she could, all in one breath.

She had been sitting at the foot of the bed, and Casey was sitting against the headboard. Casey patted her leg in a gesture. Jen scooted across the bed, and put herself across Casey's lap. Jen felt Casey's hand against her long nightshirt, and breathed in sharply when her hand left her bottom.

SMACK!

"Oww! Casey, that was hard!"

SMACK! "It's supposed to be hard, and you know it!" SMACK! "Yiieee! Hey!"

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!

Jen started wiggling, trying to dodge Casey's ever-present hand. Casey held on tighter around her waist, and kept smacking her bottom. She knew that Jen wanted and needed this, and that it was just her stubbornness that wouldn't allow her to accept it. She decided to go to the next step, and lifted Jen's nightshirt to expose her pantie-covered rear end.

"Casey!!! No, you can't!!! I never said......!" Jen tried to struggle harder, but was held fast.

"Jen, if you don't stop, you're just gonna get it worse! You asked for this, you know!"

Jen's head went down to lay on the bed. "I know, but........but.........not THAT!"

"Yes, THAT. You know you need it, and it's the only way really." Casey continued to spank Jen's bottom, and could see just the faintest bit of red through them now. After a few minutes, she knew that the final barrier had to be removed, and started to tug Jen's panties down to her knees. Jen's struggles started fresh, as she tried to roll away from the new humiliation.

"No, no, no!! Casey, it already hurts enough! Not on my bare bottom! Not bare!"

"I've had just about enough, young lady." She picked up the hairbrush next to the bed, but didn't announce the new punishment.

Jen had been kicking her legs, trying to get free, until she heard those last two words. The words of authority that always resonated in her soul somehow, working their magic to subdue her. She slowed her thrashing around. Then she felt something hard and flat against her now bare, already stinging, bottom. She panicked. The hairbrush!! Not the hairbrush!

As if she could read the panic in her friend's mind, Casey removed all doubt. "Yes, the hairbrush. You still haven't resigned yourself to accepting this spanking, and I'm going to make sure that this does the trick."

She landed the first hard spank on Jen's left cheek. A red oval bloomed there, in full color. Another one followed on the right. Casey went to work on blasting Jen's bottom full force until she got the reaction she was looking for.

Jen couldn't stand the constant barrage on her bottom. She was still making a small show of struggling, but not much, and soon she started shaking her head back and forth. "Nononononononononono," she said, barely audibly. She could feel the surge of emotion start to crash against her, and she fought to control it. She'd never cried from a spanking, never shown complete surrender, and she tried to hold back now, but she felt the dam breaking as Casey continued to spank her flaming bare bottom harder and harder. Then it happened. After five fast hard spanks all on one spot, the first tears started to fall. She swore at herself for allowing it, but couldn't stop. She cried and cried, giving over to the release, sobbing her heart out. Casey gave her a few more spanks, not so hard, and then stopped. Jen continued to cry hard, and barely realized that the spanking had stopped. Everything bad she'd ever felt, left her through those tears. Casey rubbed her back, and her bottom, and after several long long minutes, Jen finally started to calm down. She felt so tired all of a sudden.

"All better, Jen?"

Jen looked back at Casey, and then got up from her lap. She stayed up on her knees, because she knew her bottom would prevent sitting just then.

"All better. Hey, Case."

"Yeah, Jen?"

"Guilt's a bitch, ain't it?" She smiled.

"Definitely!"

They both laughed.