Bad Girls (23 page)

‘Oh, Bruce, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about, I'm so over that.'

‘A lot happened then, Rebecca. I don't think any of us are really over all of it.'

‘Have it your way, but what does it matter? What are we going to do, have some encounter group and finish it with a group hug?'

The way she spoke reassured me that there was still some feeling underneath it all. ‘No, we had a slightly different plan.'

‘We?' She looked worried. ‘A plan?'

‘Do you remember that snow day?' I went on, ignoring her probes.

‘Of course I do.'

‘Do you remember what you showed me?'

‘Of course, why are you asking me these things? What's all this about?' She didn't mean to be so prickly, but I think she was scared that she might be walking into a trap. I couldn't blame her for being defensive.

‘It's okay, Rebecca. I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. I'm not going to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable. It's about something Ashley needs to do. I'm just trying to explain it to you. It's a lot to take in at once.'

‘Ashley? What's Ashley—?'

‘The paddle in your father's drawer.' Again I maintained control of the direction our conversation would take.

‘What about it?'

‘What did he use it for?'

‘How should I know? I always assumed the obvious thing.'

‘Is paddling his new wife the obvious thing?'

‘I can't think of anything more obvious.'

‘He never used it on you?'

‘No! I thought you said this wasn't about embarrassing me.'

‘It's not. I just want you to understand.'

‘Understand what?'

‘Understand where Ashley and I are coming from.'

‘I want to understand, but you won't tell me.'

‘You're right, Rebecca, I'm sorry. I'll tell you the whole story. Last week Ashley and I bumped into each other in the grocery store. She acted sweet, but underneath there was a current of bitchiness and arrogance that killed me.'

‘So what else is new?'

‘This time I decided I wasn't going to take it. When I got upset she tried to seduce me. It was typical Ashley, she wanted to get the best of me, but if I called her on it she couldn't let me think she was bad. She took me home and was going to give me a charity blowjob. But instead I told her what I thought of her behavior and gave her a spanking. Needless to say it changed some things. Now there are some other things she needs to be punished for. Not only that, but she told me how she wanted it.'

‘So are you guys a couple now? Are you finally living out your high school dreams? Did you bring me here to rub it in my face?'

‘Not at all, Rebecca. Ashley and I are far from a couple, but things are more honest now and I think it's beginning to feel better. Anyway, Ashley has something to tell you and then we'd like you to see something.'

‘If this is some sort of apology, it's coming just a little late.'

‘No, Rebecca, it's something else. Ashley, could you come in here and tell Rebecca what's going to happen?'

Ashley appeared shyly. I was accustomed to her nudity, but it took on a new intensity with Rebecca there. I could see it changed everything for Rebecca. For the first time I think she could sense that the shoe really was on the other foot and that this was something she might really want to see.

Ashley blushed. ‘Hi, Rebecca,' she whispered.

‘Hi… Ashley.'

‘Tell her,' I prompted.

‘Ever… ever since Bruce called me out on being bitchy with him last week,' Ashley started, ‘I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It's like I'm so tired of living with all these bad feelings. Last week felt bad – it hurt to hear Bruce say all those things, and the spanking hurt too – but it made me feel like there was some hope. Then I saw Bruce again yesterday and I was a total bitch, and wondered what was wrong with me. But he called me on it again and I realized how badly I needed to get some things out. It's been hurting for so long. I got another spanking this morning, and…'

‘Show her,' I instructed.

Ashley turned around and stood still while Rebecca gasped at the bruises. ‘Oh, you weren't kidding!' She let out a little nervous giggle, and whilst clearly shocked, I also thought I sensed some relief in her, too.

‘Tell her the rest, Ashley,' I ordered.

‘After I got it bad this morning, I couldn't get this one fantasy out of my head. I used to think about it constantly in high school. Even when you knew me and I acted so arrogant, my fantasy was about being ashamed and used and humiliated. It was always the same; I'd been bad and sent to the principal's office and he punished me in a very particular way. First I'd have to strip naked. Then I'd spend the day there, but I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom and sometimes he would spank me or make me do chores for him. At the end of the day he'd call an assembly and everyone would know that someone had been bad and it was a spanking assembly. Then they would look around and see who was missing and try to figure out who was going to get it. When they thought it was me the whole school buzzed with excitement and everyone was talking about what implement he might use and how many strokes I'd get. They knew how the procedure went: I'd be brought in, naked, and made to face each direction while the principal described the punishment. Then I'd be offered a chance to pee. A pan would be placed in the middle of the room for me to squat over. Deprived of the toilet for hours beforehand, everyone knew I needed to. But I'd be too nervous and couldn't do it in front of everyone, even though I faced the prospect of twice the strokes if I peed during my punishment.

‘I used to think about peeing in front of everyone whenever I sat on the toilet, about how awful it would be, and got turned on by it at the same time. After that I'd get my punishment, which was typically divided into four parts, each one given facing a different direction so everyone could see.'

‘So I'm your school assembly?' Rebecca nodded as it all became clearer. Then something unexpected happened; Ashley got tearful, her voice quavered, and she looked at Rebecca with imploring eyes.

‘No, Rebecca, it's not like that. I was awful. I deserve so much worse than this for what I did to you. But this is where we start. I want you to help Bruce punish me. I want you to be a witness to my shame. I want you to finally understand how bad I feel.'

‘Okay, Ashley, okay,' Rebecca's voice softened, ‘I'll do it.'

‘Ashley,' I pressed on, ‘get out a baking pan, set it on the floor in front of the desk where you were paddled earlier, and let's begin.'

She did as she was told, looking back over her shoulder at me when she bent over to get the pan, a prop I was glad she suggested. I offered Rebecca to sit on the couch, and when everything was in place I led Ashley by the arm to between the couch and the desk, where she would stand in full view of Rebecca while I described the punishment. It would, I decided, consist of fifteen more strokes of the paddle. It was to be a fearsome sum administered by a fearsome instrument, but the most terrifying part of all for poor Ashley was the all too recent memory of the identical punishment she received just a few hours before. The state of her ass would assure that it would be much, much worse this time, plus the presence of Rebecca would make the spectacle of how she endured the punishment that much more fraught.

‘First, Ashley has a minute to prepare in any way she wishes,' I announced, and by not instructing her to use the pan I made her choose the way to spend the minute, so her slow, hesitant squat over it took on an extra edge. She looked up at us and then closed her eyes, willing her body to let go and get it over with. Her shoulders rose and fell as she took deep breaths and her abdomen tightened as she tried to force herself to pee. But I suspected her attempts weren't as wholehearted as they appeared. After all that coffee I'm sure she could have done it if she wanted. So I concluded that she wanted the most intense punishment she'd ever imagined. Not being able to pee left open the possibility of losing control during the beating itself and the dire consequences that would entail. When a minute had passed and she was still fruitlessly squatting over her brownie pan, I instructed her to stand up and bend over the desk as she had this morning.

With her in place I took up the paddle again and aimed at her tormented bottom. The first strokes were probably what Ashley and I had expected them to be. Agonizing, to be sure, but not very different from the second half of the earlier paddling. Rebecca, however, had never seen such a thing and her shock at each blow was greater than Ashley's. She leaned forward on the couch to get the best view possible. I think she wanted to get up and investigate the spectacle closer, but she remained seated. Ashley's cries, her struggle to keep from reaching back to protect herself, and her fidgeting from one foot to the other all brought Rebecca to life as she relished every detail.

At the halfway point Ashley began to lose her composure. Her cries turned from soft and restrained to constant and sniveling. Her pleas had no coherence. She wasn't arguing or protesting so much as begging, but she knew it would make no difference. She was, I think, hoping against hope that the inevitable wouldn't happen, and it almost didn't, but as the fourteenth stroke hit her and she let out a wail of agony, a torrent of urine began flowing down her legs and spreading out on the hardwood floor at her feet. Once the flow started Ashley made no attempt to stop it. She knew she would receive the extra fifteen regardless and had given up any attempt at dignity or control. She'd been defeated, but I think she'd deliberately set out to defeat herself. She'd been winning her whole life and it brought her little but unhappiness.

When her pissing showed no sign of letting up I aligned the paddle and gave her another stroke, causing the stream to break off abruptly and then begin again with a momentary increase in force. Finally it ended and I stated the obvious: fifteen more for peeing.

But the truth was I didn't really want to do it. It would be too much. I hadn't factored in doubling it when I sentenced her to fifteen. On Ashley's already beaten bottom it was too much. It put me in a quandary because I was afraid it would taint the whole emotional experience to cut it short, to not follow through on a consequence. I paused and was stuck, when Rebecca did something I never would have expected.

‘Let me,' she said.

I looked at her, confused. Did she want to paddle Ashley? I wasn't sure what to say to this.

‘I'll take the last fifteen,' she clarified.

‘What?' I was taken aback. Even Ashley lifted her head and turned to look at her.

‘She's had enough, Bruce, but she still has fifteen more strokes coming. I'll take them for her. She's not the only one who hurt people in high school.'

Rebecca was already taking off her shoes. She dropped her jeans and panties in one motion, elegantly stepping out of them, and moved to position herself where Ashley was. ‘Is that okay with you, Ashley?'

She nodded, unable to speak for the tears that threatened to overcome her. She moved aside, collapsing on a nearby chair and making no attempt to dry the pee that remained in her pubic hair or wetting her legs. Similarly, Rebecca moved to occupy Ashley's place without any attempt to avoid the urine that wet the floor.

Rebecca bent over without pause or ceremony. She didn't have to be told; she simply did exactly what Ashley had been doing. For me, though, it was an entirely new experience. This new bottom in front of me, the first female bottom I had ever seen when I laid eyes on it almost two decades ago, was still stunning. Its beauty aroused me, and its unmarked paleness momentarily seemed too pristine to mark with the palette of reds, blues, purples and blacks that the paddle would cause. Furthermore, I'd been able to skip the preliminaries with Ashley because we spoke about it so much before; now, with Rebecca, the emotional terrain was unexplored and it gave me pause to begin the paddling without better understanding her intentions. But Rebecca must have sensed my hesitation because she spoke to me before I had a chance to speak to her.

‘I've just peed all over the floor and understand that I am to get fifteen more. Please don't hesitate. I'm ready to get them over with.'

This was a different Rebecca to the one I was speaking to earlier. This was Rebecca free to express her hunger through Ashley's voice, the voice of the one who peed, not the one who offered to substitute for her. Rebecca's own motivations, her lingering guilt or anger, and her feelings about the paddle her father owned but had never used on her, would all get investigated in good time. Now it was simply time to finish the previous punishment before concerning myself with any future ones. I tapped her ass a couple of times with the paddle, taking aim and focusing on the feelings the bare bottom called out in me. With this single-mindedness I gave her the first stroke, landing solidly and loudly across the crowns of both her gorgeous buttocks.

‘Oh no,' she couldn't stop herself from moaning.

Ashley looked up from where she was resting her head to catch Rebecca's terrified gaze. Ashley looked at Rebecca apologetically, but there was nothing she could do. The two women, now in their mid-thirties, caught each other's gaze like helpless schoolgirls, crying together the way they did in seventh grade.