The Strapping

Rebecca's fingers dig slightly into your (and Melissa's, presumably) bare skin, but when the first stroke comes, she is amazingly still. The cracks of the strap echo in your ears as Dr Cooper lashes her daughter. She after half a dozen lashes she stops and circles your small knot towards you. There is a hint of effort in Rebecca's face, but was it not inches away from yours, you doubt you would have seen even that limited reaction. You just hope you can take it just as well as your new friend did.

The stroke is as hard as any you have ever received with a strap, but you find that the cane marks are a lot less sore than you would have thought they would be so soon after the previous punishment; you also discover how easy is this position to remain in. The strap hits again and again, each stroke placed perfectly. You kind of wish you could see the whole thing from a better perspective. The idea of three naked girls being spanked in a group hug excites you more than you can describe even though you are one of them and the pain from your first half a dozen, while not negligible, is not quite sufficient to turn your thoughts to a more appropriate area yet.

With a sore but not yet desperately so bottom you hear Dr Cooper move sideways yet again and it is Melissa's turn to let her companions in punishment to help her stay still by tightening the embrace under the strap. You know there is no way the spanking is over so quickly, but your heart still sinks when the older lady takes her place behind her daughter again, starting her second "lap". The number of strokes does not change, but she uses the strap a lot faster now; experienced as Rebecca is, she lets out small moans and jerks, however mildly, into your bare shoulders every time her mother hits her. These six take perhaps half the time of the first round and it is your turn again. You cannot be sure without seeing the strokes, but it certainly feels like Dr Cooper is placing the strap over the exact lines of the first part of the spanking. The pain intensifies rapidly and the extra pace denies you any respite. You are quite certain that you are louder than Rebecca was. You can also feel your earlier excitement draining away each time the hard leather bites into your bottom. The second part is over faster, but it leaves you panting and moaning... and with no clue how many more are to come.

By the time the third circle around you is complete and the strap has met each of your butts eighteen times, the three dignified responsible young ladies ready to bravely face their punishment are gone. In their place three crying girls cling on each other to maintain their positions, sticking their crimson behinds out. Tears are streaming down yours and Melissa's faces; Rebecca is holding out for now in that regard, but her eyes are wet and she is as vocal as either of you when her turn comes again. She was right, you are regretting this bitterly. No amount of future benefits can compare to the fire on your abused cheeks here and now. You suppose that generally is the point of corporal punishment, but the thought does not help. Rebecca wails into your ear, clutching onto you painfully, although her own shoulders are doubtlessly equally scratched.

You do not expect to be able to bear any more **** when Dr Cooper targets your behind again on her fourth round, but somehow you get through, and so does Melissa after you. Finally, with twenty-four vicious strokes behind each of you, the woman stops. Your eyes feel puffed from the tears and your throat is sore from the screaming; you also feel like your new friends’ nails will need to be dug out of your skin, not that any of this matters next to what is happening where the strap met your skin. You are hoping desperately this is the end of the ordeal. Dr Cooper stopped her circling, but you have enough experience in this world to know this does not necessarily mean she is done with you.