“Why don't you come round after work tonight? We can talk more then.”
Lindsay nodded. “That’d be great thanks.”
The two friends went back to work and at the end of the day Lindsay was pleased to go to her friend’s and chat some more about her feelings about being spanked. It was good to hear someone else talk about the things that were confusing her.
Scott was in and out of the kitchen making dinner as they chatted, but when Lindsay once more suggested missing her payment to see what George’s reaction would be, she was shocked to find Scott pulling her out of her seat and dragging her across his lap. “No Scott, I was only thinking about it. I promise I won’t do it.”
Her skirt was up and her panties tugged down to her knees remarkably quickly and Lindsay howled as his hand cracked down on her bottom. After a few agonizing smacks, Lindsay whimpered as Scott told Sara to go upstairs and get the bath brush. He continued to spank her as his wife obediently ran upstairs and fetched the fearsome looking implement. When Sara returned and handed the brush to Scott, a sobbing Lindsay looked at her friend with pleading eyes.
“I’m sorry Lindsay. I can’t believe how stupid you’re being. If I behaved in such a way Scott would take the skin off my backside. He wouldn’t stop spanking me until I saw sense. I hope he’s going to do the same to you. With George’s help you can make some huge changes in your life. I can’t believe you’re about to throw all that away in the hope he might smack your bottom.
“When I told Scott what you were planning on doing he said he’d help you change your mind. I’m sorry Lindsay, you’re my friend and I love you, and for that reason I’m not going to let you do something so stupid. Why don’t you talk to George? You never know, he might feel exactly the same way you do. You won’t know unless you ask, but trying to bait him into spanking you is not the way.”
Sara looked at the bath brush her husband was pressing against Lindsay’s bottom. Lindsay tensed her buttocks and tried to push herself up. She hoped Scott was only trying to frighten her and didn’t intend to follow through on his threat to punish her. She couldn’t believe her friend had asked him to do this.
“I really do pity you being spanked with that, but I’m glad it’s happening because it might knock some sense into you. You deserve each and every smack and although I’ll be there for you afterwards, I won’t apologies for asking Scott to discipline you for being so stupid.”
Lindsay sobbed loudly. “Please Scott. I’m sorry. I won’t empty my account. I will make the payment to George. I’m sorry. I swear I’ll be good. Please don’t…”
Lindsay stopped talking and howled in agony as Scott cracked the heavy bath brush down on her left buttock. He continued to paddle her on the same spot and she kicked her legs and yelled, begging him to stop. The pain was unbearable and she struggled to break free. She took a deep breath when her agony finally ended and the brush lay still against her burning buttock, but her struggles recommenced when he cracked the brush down on her right buttock and whacked the same spot several times.
She jumped to her feet and rubbed her buttocks frantically when Scott released her and was thrilled when he told Sara to take her up to their room. She was so sore, but she was sure a bit of lovemaking would take her mind off the sting in her bottom. She carefully eased her panties back up.
“Strip her to her panties and put her in the diaper position, I’ll be up soon.” Sara nodded and Lindsay looked at her in confusion.
Sara took her hand and led her up the stairs. Neither said a word.
Lindsay undressed in silence, looking with concern at Sara who sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching her intently. When Lindsay was wearing only pale blue cotton panties, Sara had her sit on the edge of the bed and lie back. Sara climbed onto the bed behind her and told her to raise her legs. As she did, Sara grasped her ankles and pulled them backwards, parting her legs and raising her bottom towards Scott who had just entered the bedroom. Lindsay struggled as she saw he was still carrying the bath brush. As he approached her and looked at her bottom, Lindsay’s eyes filled with tears.
“Please Scott. I swear I won’t do anything stupid. I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me again.”
Scott looked at her sternly as he put the brush on the bed and took hold of her panties, peeling them down just past her buttocks. Lindsay blushed, feeling more exposed than if she was totally naked. Having her panties lowered in such a way was humiliating. She’d had no problem being naked for sex with Scott and Sara, but to have her buttocks spread in such a humiliating manner, her anus and her pussy exposed to him, caused Lindsay to sob. “Please Scott. Wouldn’t you rather have sex with me?”
Scott raised his eyebrows as he reached down and picked up the brush. He glanced up towards his wife, who was holding Lindsay’s ankles firmly. “Pull her legs back further, raise her bottom more and spread her legs wider. Do not let go unless you want to take the rest of her punishment.” Lindsay sobbed as her friend’s grip tightened and her legs were pulled apart to the point of discomfort. Her bottom was raised further from the bed and she howled as the bath brush cracked down.
The next few minutes were the most agonizingly painful and humiliating of Lindsay’s life. She howled as the bath brush cracked down repeatedly all over her bottom and upper thighs. She struggled desperately to break free but was amazed how securely Sara held her. She sobbed, covering her tear-streaked face with her hands, as Scott put the brush down and started to land hard smacks on her bottom hole and pussy with his hand. It was agonizingly painful and Lindsay was horrified when Sara pulled her legs wider still to totally expose her anus to Scott. As his hand cracked down over this very sensitive spot, she completely broke down and whimpered pathetically at the intense sting. After a few more smacks to her upper thighs, Scott finally stopped and rubbed her stinging flesh gently.
As Sara released her, Lindsay slowly eased herself up, wincing as her bottom touched the soft fabric of the bedspread. She blushed as Scott pulled her to her feet and led her to the corner, putting her hands on her head and tugging her panties down to her knees. “Stand there for ten minutes and think about the consequences of not making your next payment. Think about how you’ll feel if George throws you out. Think of the spanking you’ll receive from me if that happens. Think how you’ll manage without George’s help. We know you have feelings for George, which may be reciprocated once your finances are under control and he no longer needs to spank you constantly like a naughty little girl, but if he kicks you out you’ll never know.”
Lindsay sobbed as she considered his words and thought how awful life would be without George. She sobbed louder as she heard Scott and Sara making love. She desperately wanted to join them, to imagine George pushing his hard cock inside her, but she wept as she realized what a fool she had been. Her bottom stung unbearably, but she was grateful to Scott for smacking some sense into her. As she heard Sara cry out in orgasm, her sobs became louder and she was startled when Scott pulled her from the corner moments later and hugged her.
“I’m so sorry. I deserved that. I’m sorry,” she sobbed pathetically.
“It’s OK,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “Sara and I care for you and don’t want to see you throwing this chance away. I had to punish you hard to make you see sense. I don’t like hurting you.” He leaned down and kissed her and Lindsay gasped as he reached between her legs and his fingers thrust into her. “I see you’re nice and wet. Would you like to have a little fun before you go home?”
Lindsay smiled and eagerly followed him to the bed, where he sat on the corner, lay back and encouraged her to mount his hard cock. As she squatted down over him and felt his large cock filling her, she leaned forward and kissed him as Sara knelt behind her and trailed soft kisses across her bruised buttocks and thighs. Lindsay gasped as Sara spread her buttocks and tongued her anus, which still stung from Scott’s punishing smacks on this tender area. As Sara’s fingers probed Lindsay’s bottom hole, she rode Scott har
d, yelping as her enthusiastic movements renewed the agonizing sting in her buttocks.
As Sara moved away, Scott pulled Lindsay towards him, kissed her deeply and thrust his cock into her hard. He groped her bottom and she whimpered as his hands roughly kneaded her bruised buttocks, pulling them apart and crudely exposing her anus once more. She sighed as Sara once again fingered her bottom hole, holding her breath as Sara removed her finger and replaced it with something much bigger and harder. Lindsay gasped with pleasure as her friend pushed a large dildo into her bottom and thrust it in and out of her. With both of her holes filled uncomfortably, Lindsay reached down between her legs and stimulated her clit as she noisily orgasmed.
Lindsay was surprised to be woken the next morning by Scott, the three of them in bed with limbs intertwined. Scott sat up and took Lindsay across his knee, giving her a firm spanking which had her squealing and squirming as he reminded her what would happen if she dared to miss a payment to George. She sobbingly got up and promised that wouldn’t happen, thanking them both for a good evening and quickly getting dressed so she could go home and get ready for work.
As Lindsay squirmed in her car seat, trying to ease the sting in her buttocks and thighs, she was reminded of the dildo that Sara had pushed into her bottom the previous night. She sighed as she remembered the feeling of being stretched and filled, and hoped very soon she would be reliving those same feelings but this time in George’s bed. She closed her eyes as she dreamed of him spanking her firmly before bending her across his bed and filling her bottom with his hard cock. Smiling, she got out of her car and headed into the office.
Chapter Ten
LINDSAY was pleased when she next visited George and he told her that her payment had gone through to him. She was really pleased that Scott and Sara had persuaded her not to do anything stupid that would jeopardize him helping her. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized how different things would have been right now had she not made that payment.
Taking her hand, George sat beside her on the sofa. “Hey, what’s wrong? You should be pleased. I have no reason to spank you today, unless you have something to confess?” George looked at Lindsay sternly and she shook his head.
“So what’s with the long face?”
Lindsay shrugged. How could she tell him that she longed for some attention from him and if the only attention she was going to get was a sound spanking as she lay bare bottomed across his lap sobbing, it was better than nothing? Falling into his arms, she cried: “I just find it all so hard, that’s all.”
George comforted her before going to make coffee then they carefully went through her budget. She guessed that as she’d got so tearful, he maybe suspected there was something in her budget that would give him reason to redden her bottom and that’s why he was being so thorough.
She smiled as he told her how proud he was, but despite her happiness at sticking to her budget she felt strangely disappointed that he had no reason to spank her. She hated the pain and the humiliation that accompanied a spanking, but longed to feel the closeness of lying across his warm thighs, squirming against his often hard cock, crying out in pain as his stinging smacks made her bare bottom hurt unbearably, but also made her feel cared for.
She also felt a strong sense of guilt for the haphazard way she’d managed her finances in recent years and she strongly believed she was learning from the frequent punishments she’d received. The pain was a constant reminder for days of the behavior expected of her, and the humiliation made her blush but at the same time strive to do better in the future.
“Lindsay, are you even listening to me?”
Lindsay looked at him and blushed as she hadn’t heard a word he’d said. “I’m sorry Sir. I’m just so ashamed that I’ve let things get this bad. Please don’t refuse to help me. I need your help…”
She broke down in tears and was embarrassed to find herself clinging to him and sobbing like a baby, though she felt safe wrapped in his arms and wished she could stay there forever.
She was still a little tearful as he led her to her car after their session was over. He’d offered constant reassurance that he wouldn’t withdraw his help, but she still felt a bit shaky. She drove to the end of his street and pulled over, where she sat in her car and sobbed.
A car passed her with a young woman behind the wheel and Lindsay watched her pull up outside George’s. Lindsay started to sob loudly. She turned her car round and pulled up behind the young woman, who had already disappeared inside. Lindsay tortured herself with images of this attractive young woman kicking and crying bare bottomed across George’s lap.
She then imagined George reaching between the young woman’s legs and stroking her clit, the woman parting her legs as he brought her to orgasm. Using the wetness between her legs as lubrication, she then imagined George pushing his finger into the young girl’s bottom as she gasped with pleasure.
Lindsay leaned against the steering wheel, her body racked with sobs. She was stunned to be brought out of her daydreams by a sharp knocking on her window. She raised her head and was stunned to see George looking at her with obvious concern before he pulled open the door. “I think you’d better come back inside.”
“No Sir. It doesn’t matter. You’ve got another client with you. You’re busy.”
“I’m not busy. There’s no-one with me.”
“Yes there is!” Lindsay spat the words out and glared at him. “She’s young and beautiful and everything that I’m not. No wonder you couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”
George shook his head with a look of stunned surprise on his face. “Lindsay, I promise you there’s no-one here but me. Come back inside. Please.”
Lindsay looked at the car in front of her and pointed at it. “I saw her go into your house,” Lindsay snapped accusingly, unsure of where this jealous streak had come from.
George shook his head. “Lindsay, you didn’t. That car belongs to the young woman who lives next door. She is not a client, but even if she was that’s not your concern.”
Tears stung Lindsay’s eyes and she immediately felt stupid. She knew George had many clients. She knew he spanked them. She had no proof if he did indeed do anything other than spanking, and if he did that was his own business. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she felt very foolish.
Looking at him, she smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry Sir. I don’t know what came over me. I’d better get to work.”
George continued to hold the car door open. “Why don’t you come back in for a coffee? I don’t have another client until later this afternoon. It’s obvious you have issues that we need to discuss. It might help to talk.”
Lindsay shook her head and looked away from him, really embarrassed and desperate to escape. “I’m sorry Sir. I really am fine. I’m just terrified I’ll screw things up and you’ll spank me again.”
George smiled now. “Lindsay, there’s no need for you ever to be spanked by me again. If you’re so worried about that happening, you know what you have to do to avoid it.”
Lindsay nodded meekly. She looked at him and wondered how he’d react if she said her real fear was that he would never spank her again, that she would never find herself bare bottomed across his lap, howling as he reddened her buttocks as they bounced under his firm hand. Sighing deeply, she wiped away her tears.
“I’m sorry Sir. I should go now.”
George took a step back. “OK, as long as you’re sure, but let me give you a warning, young lady. If you ever dare to speak to me like that again, I’ll drag you out of your car, bend you across the bonnet, bare your backside and spank you hard until your bottom is as shiny and red as your car, and I don’t care who might be watching. Do you understand?”
Lindsay blushed and nodded, feeling extremely foolish. George closed her car door and she drove quickly out of his street before she could embarrass herself further.
She stopped as she turned the corner and wiped away her tears. Instead of heading to work she drove straight home. She
called Sara and begged her to tell their boss she had a stomach bug and was unable to go into the office. She told Sara what had happened at George’s and Sara reluctantly agreed to lie to their boss.
Lindsay went to her bedroom, threw herself face down on her bed and sobbed. She wondered what George thought about her outburst and she cringed as she imagined how embarrassing it would be to be spanked across the bonnet of her car, in the middle of the street. She was relieved he hadn’t carried out his threat. She definitely wanted to be spanked by George again, but preferably in the privacy of his home – or better still in his bedroom.
Lindsay changed into her pajamas, got into bed and cried herself to sleep. She was woken a little while later by a loud knock on the door. She ignored it but the caller was persistent and continued to knock until she eventually dragged herself out of bed and opened the door. She was surprised to see Scott standing there. She smiled and invited him in, but he didn't return her smile as he pushed past her. When she joined him in the living room, his expression became sterner.
“Sara tells me you’ve phoned in sick.”
Lindsay nodded, shuffling uncomfortably as she looked down at the floor.
“She’s concerned about you. I said I’d drop by and see if you’re OK.”
Lindsay forced a smile. “I’m fine. I promise. I’m just feeling a little under the weather.”
Scott nodded and seated himself on her sofa, reaching his hand out towards her. She took his hand and nervously allowed him to pull her towards him. He reached into his bag and pulled out a thermometer. “I told Sara I’d check you over, see if you really were ill. Let’s just take your temperature.”
Lindsay scowled and opened her mouth. This was totally unnecessary, she knew she wasn’t ill, but if it got Scott off her back and allowed her to get back to her self-pitying behavior she’d go along with it.
Scott smiled for the first time since entering her flat. “I don’t think so Lindsay. There’s a much better way to do it, a way that will ensure I get some honest answers from you. If you are genuinely ill, I also want to make sure I get an accurate reading.”
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