Anonymous - Experiences of a Country Girl

Then, when I had finished, he made me dress, still in the same panties which exposed my… spot so wantonly: a white satin brassiere, black lace-trimmed slip, green silk dress, and took me driving in the car. For he was going to paint. This time I had to take off everything but my shoes and stockings and rosettes and model for him, and once more he peeled a switch and directed me with stinging cracks on my still reddened behind. I had to model for two hours, and it was bitter chilly. So I was shivering when he finished. Jokingly he said that what I needed was a bare-bottom warming which would stop my getting cold anywhere else, and so I had to hold my ankles and put my head between his legs while he touched up “your pretty plump red bottom” with about twenty smarting cracks of the thin pliant switch. Finally he allowed me to dress and we drove back for dinner.

To my great relief, he exacted nothing further of me that night, or the next, but after supper on Sunday, he ordered me to get Rosa and Selena and bring them with myself to his library.

Once inside and the door closed, he told us, to my distressed embarrassment, “I have neglected you, Rosa and Selena, while I've been away, and since only Miss Lucille was properly supervised, it's only just that you both should have a good spanking now. Though she tells me you both conducted yourselves well, still you know that I firmly hold that regular punishments keep young girls from misbehaving. And as for you, Lucille, you are going to be spanked too, just as an advance to ensure your remaining docile and obedient. So all of you will take off your dresses and slips, kneel down beside one another on that couch, holding hands to keep in position. I'll lower your panties myself… Come, be quick about obeying my orders, or you'll get more than I am going to give you.”

“Oh, M-Master,” I groaned, shamed beyond anything he had yet done to me, feeling the ignominy of my status acutely in having to accept a mortifying chastisement in the company of these two lovely servants, “Please, won't you give me mine alone? I–I promise to be very good and you can give me extra, but please don't whip me now with them.”

He stared at me coldly a moment, then retorted, “I shall give you extra all right, no fear of that, my dear. And I advise you to start undressing the way Rosa and Selena are doing now unless you wish this punishment and then another privately from me right after it, which will be rather taxing on that sensitive backside of yours.”

Cowed once again by his threat, I sobbingly began to undress. Selena and Rosa by now had removed dresses and slips and knelt down side by side on the couch, Rosa holding Selena's left hand with her right, and burying their faces on the top of the couch's back. He rose and watched me as I hastily took off my dress and slip and moved to the couch, then ordered, “Lucille will kneel between you two girls. Make room for her this instant!”

Shuddering with supreme embarrassment and dread, I knelt down between the two girls, Selena gripping my left hand with her right and Rosa taking hold of my right hand with her left hand.

“A very pretty picture of three naughty culprits waiting punishment,” said Mr. Raleigh mockingly as he approached and stood contemplating us. “An ideal subject for a painter… only I fear I am going to paint with something more painful than a brush and on a far different sort of canvas. Now keep in position, all of you, or you'll be sorry you didn't.”

With that, he came to the couch and, bending to Selena at my left, quickly and deftly lowered her panties to her knees, then went over to Rosa and did the same to her. He stepped back, with the eyes of a connoisseur to inspect us, and again praised the effect of this shameful tableau. I was wearing a pair of very thin pink silk panties with white lace at the hems and front, and he commented that he would permit me to retain them through the part of my punishment, as first of all by arguing with him I had earned a supplement, and so he would not see the condition of my naked bottom till after he had “prepared” it with a sound spanking. I hid my face from the other two victims, my hands nervously fidgeting in theirs, and I was trembling violently as I waited in desperate suspense for him to begin this shamefully immodest chastisement.

I heard him open the drawer and then return to us. Then he said, “While in town, I purchased a few interesting punishment instruments, and the one who cries the most during the first part of the spanking is going to make the acquaintance of one or another of these. So I advise you all to be as submissive and quiet as you can.”

I glanced swiftly and in terror back to see what he held in his hands, and saw it was the black leather strap with which I was all too familiar. Turning my face quickly back, I resolved to bear it bravely, as I had tasted it often before and knew its effects, painful though it was.

He began to whip us. Starting with Selena, on whose pert well-muscled oval bottom he laid three stinging, loud blows of the strap, he passed over to Rosa, and inflicted the same number on her spacious amber-colored backside, drawing a gasp of pain and a squeeze of my hand in her distress. Selena, on the other hand, had remained stoic during her first taste of the wicked strap.

In an agony of suspense, I tensed myself, but to my astonishment he returned to Selena, dealing her four swift blows which at last broke through her defenses, for she burst into tears, “Ohh… ooowwwwohh, Master, oh, it hurts!” and then again I heard Rosa gasp tearfully as three sonorous smacks told me her full ample bottom was vibrating under the force of his strong arm. My bottom twitched and shrank repeatedly as I prayed for him to stop this torture of suspense and begin my punishment. And at last I felt the searing force of the leather thong wrap across both my bottom cheeks with an energy that warned me bitterly that he was in rare whipping form and meant to spank us all severely. I stifled my cry well enough, but I squeezed my comrades' hands spasmodically and bit my lips, shivering all over.

Now he began to whip us alternately, laying a hard stinging cut across each of our bottoms in turn. Rosa was in tears, as was Selena, but as I had fewer blows by actual count, I was able to remain quiet except for some choking groans and sobs. He seemed perfectly tireless, and unquestionably this new spanking event stimulated him to energetic efforts, for I had never felt the strap land so cruelly across my hindquarters as I did this time. After about twenty blows, I was sobbing and twisting uncontrollably, at which Mr. Raleigh ironically commented, “So those panties are not of much protection after all, are they, Lucille, my dear?”

“Oh n-no, Master, oh, the strap burns awfully,” I sobbed.

“Remember, my dears, the one who cries out the most will get an introduction to my new punishment instrument,” he warned.

And all of us moved by the same juvenile, shameful fears, tried to compose ourselves, shifting on our knees which sank down distressingly into the soft luxurious upholstery of the couch, readjusting the grasp of our quivering fingers, and hiding our tear-stained reddened faces against the back of the couch.

I do not think any spanking before then or quite some time after agonized me quite so much as this one. For it was hearing in one's ears the terrible smacks of the leather strap on the naked bottom of your companions in misfortune and waiting with shrinking, burning flesh for your own turn to come, that made each biting cut of the strap finally, when it came, an agony to bear.

Several times he paused before one or the other of us and dealt her bottom two or three hard smacking cuts in succession. And by now all of us could hardly restrain our cries, while our faces were drowned in tears and our twists and contortions grew more and more uncontrollable than ever as we kicked up our heels, jerked our burning hindquarters this way and that, or lowered them, only to be told sternly to get back in position at once.