Jacuzzis at Josei no Kiritsu

The story begins with Welcome to Josei no Kiritsu Spa and Dojo. I recommend you read that story first.

Taking Kaori advice to have a long soak in the jacuzzis only served to create more mixed emotions for Monica.

The Baths stood stark contrast to the dark wood of the locker room and Dojos. White Italian marble formed the core of every surface, coating the floor, walls and ceiling, as well as forming the structure of the 30 personal baths and the two community pools. Black and golden marble inlays accented the steps, the benches and the tops of the ionic columns circling the community pools. As Monica took in the architecture elegance she imagined this is what Roman Senators had enjoyed two millennium earlier.

What she witnessed in the Baths caused some most troubling yet liberating feelings. Being a bathhouse, she expected many of the occupants to be nude. She even half expected to see some signs of intimate contact. A couple of the personal tubs were shared by two women facing each other, though the enormous size of the tubs didn’t make this seem too strange.

Monica knew very well that expressions can tell one’s underlying emotional state. The slightly parted lips curved upwards into a gentle smile and softly closed eyes portrayed a state of extreme relaxation. Slow, heavy breathing coupled with the white knuckle grip spoke to a less innocent state.

“Ease in slowly, the hot water may sting a little,” Kaori advised when they reached the free tubs near the back.

“Sting a little?” Monica thought to herself when her hips reached the hot water. It was like throwing gasoline on the embers which where smoldering down there. She looked in Kaori’s direction to find the Asian lady all the way fully submerged. Well if she can do it so can I. With a deep breath of encouragement, her legs buckled allowing her to sink to her shoulders.

“Like putting warm water on a burn. Hurts for a moment then quickly passes.”

“I guess…” For Monica the fire had only started to weaken and spread its presence throughout her pelvic region. The cuts of the cane smarted, preventing her from fully resting down into the seat.

“Now for good part.” Kaori leaned over the edge of her tub and flicked a few buttons on the console next to Monica’s.

Monica flinched at the first pulse of hot water. Small jets of water started shooting at her back, pulsating down her spine in a wave. Washed way level upon level of tension which had been building since her run in with Sensei Hirsha. Soon, she even forgot about the smarting of the tramlines and settled fully into the tub’s contoured lounge seat. A second set of jets starting working their way from mid-thigh all the way down to her toes.

“Wow,” Monica moaned. This was better than most massages she had gotten back in New York.

Kaori snickered lightly before correcting her new friend, “You haven’t felt wow yet, but is should start soon.”

Right on cue the lower set of jets sprung to life eliciting a yelp from their target. The jets pulsating her back and legs died down to a low pressure as a new set of jets started to spray up between her legs. One small jet seemed to aim at her clit while a larger flow of water shot at her pussy.

Monica started to push herself up out of the tub and away from the invasive water jets when Kaori cut her off. “Relax and let them do their work. It’s just like a removable shower head.”

Monica blushed at the obvious reference to self pleasure. “How did this woman know she did that?” she questioned herself as she settled back into the tub. She tried to resist the primal urges building deep down for as long as possible. She wasn’t like them. She couldn’t do that here in front of everyone. However, in the end resistance was futile and the jets did their job with ruthless proficiency.

Monica spent the next two hours on the top of cloud nine. The sun looked brighter, the birds prettier, even the health conscious salad tasted splendid. Life was wonderful.

The chipper attitude followed her from lunch back to her room and the quick change into her tennis jumper. She’d brought a white and pink number made from a polyester/spandex blend. She loved the material, because of its soft, silkiness texture coupled with its elasticity made any piece of athletic wear a comfortable yet sexy outfit. It was even hydrophobic, preventing sweat spots in any color. She gave a whrill before the mirror closet doors to make sure the pleaded skirt lay properly before heading down to the tennis courts.

“Welcome ladies to this week’s tennis series. Each day you will play a single, six game set. Winning doubles will progress to the next level while the losing team going to the consolatory bracket to play for standing. Standard women’s open rules apply, with total differential penalty. Any questions?”

Monica didn’t pay as much attention to what was being said, as who was listening. She knew she was good at tennis, having played on her college varsity team, but a few of women looked like they had spent time ranked by WTA. Pro was a level she never really could reach in her heyday.

“Teams are posted at the entrance and by each scoreboard. When matches are complete, come speak with me to sign your score cards. I have nothing else, so good luck and may the best team win.”

Monica continuing to check-out her competition as she followed half of the group over to the standings board by the entrance to the courts. The group started to peel off once the players found their court number, eventually leaving Monica alone at the board. A couple games had already started when Monica found court number 4.

“Hi, I’m Rachel,” a blonde woman roughly Monica’s age held out her hand after shifting her racket to her left hand.

“Hello, I’m your teammate, Monica,” Monica took her teammate’s hand cheerfully. Rachel looked a little lanky and thin to be any good at sports, thought her opponents didn’t appear any more formidable.

“So, have you played before?” Rachel asked, dribbling a tennis ball.

“Yea, I played in college,” Monica answered. “You?”

“Good. I played in college also. Last time I played in this tournament I was matched with a complete novice. We were lucky to get past the first round.”

“Well, I won’t be happy unless we win it all,” Monica smiled broadly.

The first game did not go as well as Monica and Rachel would have liked, though they did win after having the play 4 game points. The second game they lost by two points. After the lost, their play settled down and they began to dominate their more inexperienced opponents, winning games by 60-love and 60-15.

“That’s set.” Monica announced when the shot went long, bouncing off the rear fence. “Good game.”

“You owe us 28 points!” Rachel proclaimed.

“Double down?” the brunette opponent asked.

“Sure,” Rachel responded, without even consulting with Monica.

Monica was quite lost. What did blackjack have to do with winning a tennis set? She had never heard of doubling down in anything other than cards. She didn’t really want to play another set right now. She followed her teammate over to the court-side benches, hoping someone would let her in on what was going on.

The two opponents both slipped a pair of thumbs up their skirts and wiggled their white panties down to their knees. Then, as if it was choreographed, they bent forward and placed their hands on the wooden bench, offering their bare behinds towards the court.

Rachel glanced at Monica, to ask which one she wanted, but her teammate’s puzzled look signed some explaining was needed first. “Come on, this is the best part. We won by 28 a total of points so we get to give them 28 swats with their racket or shoe. The double down thing means each swat with their panties down counts double. So its only 14, but still fun.”

“Ah…ok.” Monica wasn’t quite sure what to think, but she was definitely glad she wasn’t on the losing end.

“Shoe,” Rachel’s opponent bent her right knee, bring her shoe into Rachel’s reach. She slipped the shoe up, off her opponent, leaving her in only a single tennis shoe.

“Ah…shoe?” Monica asked and was similarly presented with a right foot and followed Rachel’s lead.

“OK, count good and loud!” Rachel told her opponent before laying rubber on flesh.

WHACK! “One!” WHACK! “Two!” Rachel whacked away on the brunette’s bottom.

Monica watched Rachel for a moment, then brought the shoe down onto her target. Whack! “One!” The spank was half-hearted at best.

“Wo wo wo,” Rachel stopped Monica. “Those aren’t spanks, their love taps.” She rounded her teammate to stand directly behind th blonde opponent. “You need to swing the shoe like it’s a tennis racket. Put some umph in it. Let her know your disappointed in her performance and is getting some motivation for next time.”

“Ah, ok.” Monica said hesitantly. She stepped a little bit back and to her left then took a solid grip around the heal section of the shoe. Bringing shoe high over her head, she whipped it down like she was serving.

WHACK! “Ahhhhhheeee!” The blonde squealed as the sole left a red and white treads on her bottom. “Owe owe…ah..four.”

“Much better,” Rachel congratulated. “Ten more like that should provide some nice motivation.”

Monica applied the shoe in slow focused strikes, earning a squeal from the blonde with each one. Nearing the end, she missed her target, landing the tennis shoe high on the thigh.

WHACK “Aahhhhheeeesssskkksss!” The blonde jumped up and grasped her bottom as she danced in a circle. Monica covered her mouth as she chuckled at the grown woman hopping around frantically while rubbing her bottom. The blonde’s antics caught the attention of Rachel and the brunette opponent, who paused to watch.

“Girl, I think you got spanking down pat.” Rachel complimented. “Now you still owe me two more,” she told the bent over brunette, gently tapping her the small of her back.

“Grrr,” the brunette growled.

Rachel didn’t want to be out done by her novice teammate, delivering two of the hardest swats she could muster. Neither producing the spectacle of her blonde, though the associated sting was verbally acknowledged.

“So, how do you like being on the top end?” Rachel asked Monica as the two walked back to their rooms.

“Ah..ok?” Monica stumbled to find an answer. She really wasn’t quite sure what to think about the day’s events. She didn’t really like the canning this morning, but the experience in the jacuzzi afterwards made it all better. Now, having spanked another person, another woman at that, she experienced some of the mixed emotions associated with inflicting such a punishment. It had been exciting even though she commiserated with the blonde, and the obvious pain she had inflicted.

“Ah, dishing it out is the best part. It’s so much better than having your own hide tanned.”

“True.”

Do I need to pull this car over?

“Do I need to pull this car over?” A simple phrase that strikes fear in to kids everywhere. Well maybe not everywhere with all this political correctness, but it always struck fear into my sister and I. It was the ultimate threat during any long road trip. They never followed through on the threat, mainly because Sabrina nor I ever dared to test them.

This time was no difference. In two hours we’d be back at college, getting ready for the spring semester, so making Mom mad now would probably result in us skipping our normal trip to Sam’s to stock up on food and stuff. A girl’s got to eat, occasionally, and if the rents pay for it, the more money I have for fun. I decided just to crank up the volume on the movie to drown out that annoying game.

The backseat armistice didn’t make it a full hour. My movie ended so I shifted over to reading some for my lit class. Might as well try to get ahead, since there isn’t much to see outside. Just trees and the occasional farm as we rolled down the state highway.

“Can’t you play some other game?” I snipped at Sabrina after that repetitive music disrupted my reading for the 50th time.

“I told you earlier I have it all the way down.”

“Then play something else,” I shot back.

“Why should I?” Sabrina smirked. I think I saw her even turn the volume up on her iPad. It sure

“Oh stop being such as b…Witch,” I corrected myself just in time.

“Girls, enough now!” Mom chastised from the front seat.

Sabrina pursed her lips and glared at me. I silently mouthed back “bitch”. She mouthed “baby” I think.

I could feel my face getting a little flush as my temper quickly rose. I hated being called the baby, and Sabrina damn well knew it. Growing up as the youngest I was always referred to as the baby of the family and I hated it. I am almost 21 years old, not some fucking infant! My temper overwhelmed all sense of reason and I shoved the backpacks sitting between us at Sabrina.

“Owe, quit!” Sabrina cried out when the books in her backpack struck her funny bone. I gave her a fake smile, mocking her discomfort, which just got the backpacks shoved back into my lap.

“Hey!” I snapped as my open backpack ricochet off my leg and spilled across the floor.

“That is enough of this!” Mom barked from her driver’s seat. The next thing I realize is the sudden deceleration of the Suburban as mom hit the brakes. She pulled the car off the side of the road at the grass entrance to one of the fields on our right.

Sabrina and I looked at each other with equal parts fear and anger as Mom got out. What the hell had we gotten ourselves into?

Mom opened the rear hatch and started shuffling through the duffel bags. I tried to sneak a peak of what she was searching for but the third row of seats blocked my view. I wouldn’t have to wait long, because she closed the hatch and walked around towards my door.

“Both of you, get out here NOW!” Mom barked after opening my door.

Sabrina and I couldn’t help but plead in unison, “Moomm.”

Mom just shot us that ‘don’t you dare tempt me’ look. With a huff, I undid my seat belt and slid out onto the grass. Sabrina followed me once she climbed over the pile so stuff that had been separating us. Mom stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at us until Sabrina stood beside me.

“I’ve had enough of this bickering that has been going on between you two since Christmas break started. I don’t know what has gotten in to you to but I’m going to end it right down.” Sabrina and I both knew how she intended to end our bickering, but mom didn’t like to leave any doubt in her lectures. “With two whooped butts.”

“Com’on mom,” I pleaded while giving her the best puppy dog eyes I could muster.

“You don’t have to do this we’re sorry,” Sabrina pleaded.

“Yea, really sorry.” A car flew by, reminding us how exposed we were on the side of the road.

“You will be,” Mom chided. How cliche, though true. “Now drop those jeans and put your hands on the running board.”

“What here?” I asked like I was surprised. Of course it was going to occur here, Mom never waited once she announced a whooping.

“Please mom!” Sabrina pleaded.

“Please,” I added for good measure. It just got another glare from Mom saying we’d pushed her way too far already.

I started fumbling with the top button on my jeans, wasting as much time as possible in the vain hope Mom would give in and let us get back in the truck.

All hope of a reprieve was quashed when Mom said, “fine, you can take your jeans all the way off.” This was extra bad. I stopped working at the top once the zipper was down and instead focused on taking off my sneakers. I knelt down, instead of bending over, and pulled one foot out then the other, stepping on the top of my shoes to prevent my socks from getting dirty. I glanced to my left to see Sabrina with her shoes already off and standing back up to shimmy off her jeans. I followed suit, wiggling my hips until my jeans fell to my ankles.

“Hmmm,” Mom cleared her throat. “Those things you call panties can go too.”

I hooked my fingers into the waist strip of my thong and slide it down to join my jeans before stepping out of both articles. On a dare, Sabrina and I only packed g-strings and thongs to bring home for winter break. Mom was very old fashion in the panty department and prohibited us from wearing anything skimpier than a simple bikini style. Wearing only outlawed underthings for three weeks was had been a rush.

I folded semi folded my pants before handing them to Mom. She just tossed both sets into the back seat then closed the back door. Sabrina and I shuffled our shoes over until we were facing the side of the SUV then bent forward until we held onto the chrome tube that acted like a running board. A light breeze swept across the field to tickle our intimates, reminding us of our exposed position. I shivered, sending my dark locks spewing over my head.

“You are old enough to know better than bicker like little kids!” Mom chided from behind us.

“Yes ma’am,” Sabrina and I said.

Mom whipped the hairbrush down onto Sabrina’s backside a couple of times before reaching over my sister and engaging me.

“Owe owe owe,” I cried out when the hairbrush bite into my flesh. Sabrina soon enough echoed my cries with her own when a second volley took her. Back and forth Mom would spank Sabrina then me 3 or 4 times, always making sure we both got the same punishment for the joint crime. Mom was funny about us getting into trouble together and had always spanked us side by side when we did.

“Oach I’m sorry,” I cried as the sting really started to take hold. I danced from foot to foot during my slight reprieve. The fussing just earned me the next volley at the tops of my thighs. “AAAAAHHHHEEEEEE,” I yelped at the fresh sting.

“EEEEIIIIEEEEEE” Sabrina echoed as Mom repeated for her.

I clenched my teeth in preparation for the next onslaught, and Mom didn’t let me down, peppering my sit-spots. I didn’t cry out, just forced more tears until my vision has completely blurred over. Mom scolded us on our childish behavior then started spanking away again.

I’m not sure how long we were bent over, but Mom made sure your butts were well whooped. When she finally stopped Sabrina and I were a crying mess, promising anything and everything to make it stop.

“Ok, girls, I want you to apologize to each other then you can get into the truck,” Mom told us. I shot upright and instantly grabbed for my bottom. I had to put out the roaring fire and rubbing while dancing in a circle seemed like a good method at the moment. Sabrina joined me dancing across the grass. Our hands only left our bottoms to wipe away the tears.

“Girls!” Mom’s voice rose a little to get our attention.

I was instantly pulled back to reality. My nakedness took precedent over by bottom. I ran to give Sabrina a big hug.

“Sorry, Savannah,” Sabrina apologized.

“Sorry, sis,” I told her. I felt safe and forgiven, yet a little awkward in her arms. The closeness of our embrace guaranteed the touching o four lower halves. Mom broke up our embrace when she joined in.

“You two are forgiven for all that bickering.” Mom cooed. After a moment, she let go of us and took a half step back. “But you are still in trouble for not obeying me, so instead of corner-time, you can spend the rest of the way to your apartment just like that, without any iPad or phone.”

We knew better than to argue. Mom still held that fearsome hairbrush and wasn’t afraid to use it.

“Now into the truck, you can sit ON your jeans.” Mom prompted her command with a firm swat to our tender bottoms.

“Ouch!” I yelped as I scampered after Sabrina. Her normally chocolate bottom had a dared maroon glow to it. I knew mine probably looked the same, and from the fire it was emitting, I knew it wasn’t going to be back to it’s smooth complexion for a couple of days.

The rest of the ride was full of painful bumps. You never realize the importance of a good suspension until sitting on denim with a well spanked bottom. Getting to school wasn’t much better, since Mom wouldn’t let us put our jeans on until we had ‘proper’ panties. Having not packed any, we had to go into our apartment sans jeans. Luckily Mom allowed us to put on our jackets, which covered came down to mid-thigh. Thank goodness for our trip to Chicago last Christmas, otherwise living in Georgia we would never had bought the longer pea coats.

Welcome to Josei no Kiritsu Spa and Dojo

Monica scanned the program packet quickly. There were a wide range of activities, from the relaxing hot mud baths to the active martial arts courses. She definitely was going to get a massage, or a couple. She’d never heard of this “Yawarakaku soko Massage”.

“Embrace your inner tenderness’s as this hour long massage works out your physical, psychological and emotional stresses.”

She had never heard of a massage working out my psychological and emotional stress, but it seemed much better than paying a therapist.

“I want to do this yawaraka soko massage,” Monica told the concierge.

“Oh, excellent choice.” The concierge commented, entering Monica’s request into the computer.

Monica flipped a few more pages, entering to the more active programs. For some reason the “Hot Jujutsu” program seemed interesting. It was open to all levels and she had always been interested in martial arts. She also thought it would be nice to know how to defend herself. New York City could get a little rough on a single woman.

“And this hot jujutsu,” she said looking further through the catalog. “Can I also add this Chokai Yoga?”

“Yes ma’am. You can sign up for five programs at a time.”

“Hmmm..” Monica contemplated what other two courses she wanted to sign up. Josei no Kiritsu Spa and Dojo was turning out to be everything her coworker Julie had said. The place was beautiful, especially wonderful view of the Cascades mountains from her room. Even the two and half hour ride from the Portland airport was luxurious. A week here was definitely worth a month’s salary.

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Monica awoke later than normal to the sun streaking across her room. The feather-top cover on the queen bed felt better than anything she had ever slept on and made getting out of bed all that much harder. A quick trip to the bathroom though was essential. On her way back she remembered what the concierge had said about breakfast being available downstairs or via room service. Room service sounded nice right now.

She picked up the TV remote and a few simple clicks later, breakfast was on its way. Next her focus shifted to the elixir of life. A K-cup coffee maker sat on the counter above the minibar next to a diverse selection of flavors. Wild Mountain Blueberry sounded like it would pair well with her garden crepes.

She contemplated a shower while she waited for breakfast while taking in the densely wooded valley sprawled out before her private patio. The knock at the door surprised her, though not as much as the bellhop with her breakfast already.

“Good morning Ms Van Dergess. Would you like breakfast at the table or on your patio this morning?” the bellhop asked, wheeling the small cart into her room.

“Ah, the patio would be great.” Monica took her coffee with her to fetch a few dollar tip while the bellhop setup the table setting. She tucked the

“Sorry ma’am, but the staff here is not allowed to take any gratuities.” The bellhop gently stated, waving off the tip.

“Oh, ok.” Monica said a little stunned. She tipped every servant in New York, it was the least she could do for them.

She enjoyed the spinach and tomato filled crepe while over pine forest. She found it relaxing to watch the sun slowly lower its curtain of light down the mountains and into the valley as it rose on the other side of the lodge.

Beep. Beep. Ran the phone with the reminder for Monica’s first program of the day. She started to put on her workout clothes when she remembered the resort’s prohibition of workout clothes in the main lobby. Well a nice sundress would work instead. She tossed the change of clothes into one of the resort duffel bags and made her way downstairs to the locker rooms.

The locker room had the standard country club feel to it. Hard wood lockers, soft carpeting and ultra plush chairs. Directly attached were shower facilities and a wet and dry sauna.

“Hmm, I’m supposed to have the same locker number as my room.” Monica mumbled to herself as she made her way into the locker sections. “205, 224, 304, there 307.” She put her thumb up to the scanner on the locker door, opening the locker. Monica was still amazed at the cutting edge technology everywhere in this place.

She changed from her sundress into cotton shorts and a tank-top. She was started to put on her tennis shoes when she realized she didn’t know how to get to the Dojos.

“Pardon me, but do you know where Hot Jujutsu is at?” Monica asked the only other person around her locker.

“Oh, Hot Jujutsu is though the door to the Dojos. This your first time here?” The Asian Lady answered Monica with a bright smile.

“Ah, yea, why?”

“Hot Jujutsu is done all natural. You’ll feel quite embarrassed going in there like that.”

“Hu? Your kidding me.”

“No, I’m actually going to the next class also. If you hurry, we can go together.”

The revelation shocked Monica. She hadn’t planned on walking around naked. She felt she had a good body, but there were still problem areas she’d rather not show off to strangers.

While Monica contemplated her next actions, the Asian Lady stripped off her top and bra. It wasn’t until a pair of naked women walked by the end of the row of lockers did Monica decide to play along. Anyways, no one here knew her back in New York and it might be fun.

Monica hurried to catch up, stripping away her bra and top in one motion. Watching out of the corner of her eye, she waited until the other lady was nude before lowering her shorts and panties together.

“Don’t worry about shoes either.” Monica was told as she started to sit down. She returned her tennis shoes to her locker and turned to face the Asian Lady.

“Come on, lets go.” Asian lady said closing her locker. Monica followed suit then took off behind her. “I’m Kaori.” she said, providing a hand without missing a step.

“I’m Monica, nice to meet you.”

Monica quickly became more comfortable with the whole nakedness when she entered the Dojo to find two dozen other women in the exact same outfit. The wall of floor to ceiling windows caused her some apprehension, however the dojo was located on the effective third floor and the windows appeared tinting likely preventing anyone from seeing in anyways.

The concierge’s comment last night about gym OUTFITs being prohibited in the main areas of the resort made more sense now. The hundred degree room temperature though made being naked much more comfortable.

Senei Hirsha entered the Dojo and immediately commanded everyone attention. The Hirsha may have been in her late sixties, though glided about with the ease and elegance of a twenty year old beauty queen.

“Good morning,” Hirsha spoke softly. “Please Seiza in straight line, advanced students on my right and novice on my left.”

Monica wasn’t quite sure what the instructor meant, but she knew she belonged on the left end. The more advanced students started sitting in a line from the windows, facing the sensei. Monica just followed suit, trying to sit in the odd kneeling position like rest of the students.

“Welcome to Hot Jujutsu. I am Sensei Hirsha. Today we will be working on take-downs.”

Hirsha said some stuff in Japanese which Monica didn’t understand, but just followed the lead of the other students. Most of it consisted of bowing this way or that and she did pick up that one particular bow was called Kowtow.

“Good, good. Practice time. Novice students,” Hirsha said, pointing towards Monica and the door. “Beginner students,” she said pointing at the center of the room. “Advanced students.” Hirsha told the advanced and beginner students a couple of things in Japanese before coming over to the novice students.

Hirsha showed Monica and the three other novice students two simple arm-bar take-downs, then asked them to practice the maneuver on each other. The four novices rotated fake punching or pinning each other until they felt they had mastered the simple maneuver.

“Ok, practice done, now spar time.” Hirsha told the three groups. “Seiza in a circle.”

Monica was a little concerned about sparring already, since she knew a total of 2 moves where rest of the students surely knew dozens of moves. Nonetheless, she lead the other novice students to the center of the room and quickly got down into a seiza. She may not know much yet, but she could at least show off the simple things she had learned.

Hirsha started with the novice students, acting as their partner for a structured sparring situation where the students demonstrated the two take-downs they had learned from the three basic attacks by Hirsha. Monica felt she did very good, especially since it was her first time. She successfully put Hirsha on the ground five of the six times, even if a few of the times were a little awkward.

Monica was quite impressed by the skill level of some of the beginner students. The advanced students definitely knew what they were doing, pinning each other after a considerable number of moves and counter moves by each student. Monica promised herself that she would be that good by next summer.

“Ok, class done, now cool-down time.” Hirsha said breaking into the circle of students. A couple students let out soft sighs, which Monica took to mean they would relax now. “Everyone Kowtow.”

The students knelt forward, pressing their foreheads to the floor. Hirsha said a couple more commands in Japanese which Monica didn’t recognize. She simply followed the lead of the other students through pushups, the upward dog yoga position and into the downward dog yoga position.

Sensei Hirsha paused the cool down at the downward dog position to leave the center of the circle and go off to Monica’s left where she couldn’t see the instructor. Monica closed her eyes and relaxed while she waited for the next command. She heard the sensei return, walking slowly around the outside of the circle this time.

“AHH!” Monica screamed when sting of the rattan biting into her bare bottom reached her brain. She had no warning, collapsing instantly onto the floor, grasping at her poor bottom.

“Back in position! You no good! You need discipline! Discipline mean cane!” Sensei Hirsha yelled at the blonde.

“What the hell!” Monica yelled back. She was not going to stay around here and get caned. That old lady was crazy to think she would allow herself to get canned! She was a grown woman!

Monica got a single foot planted before Sensei Hirsha used the cane to simultaneously knock her off her feet, and land another strike to her bottom, before the new student landed face down on the mats. “Now in position or you get more demerits!”

“No!” Monica cried out pushing her torso off the floor. The defiance was met with another taste of rattan, this time at the top of her thighs.

“AHHHHH!” Monica screamed out as the new intensity of pain shook her brain. “Stop!”

“You get in position?”

“No, but…” Monica sputter between a few sniffles.

Senei Hirsha sent the cane to work twice more before asking “You get in position now?”

“Sniff, yes, sniff I am!” Monica cried. She could would take the few strokes then go straight to the management.

“Good, good! In position and I come back!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The old sensei worked her way around the circle of students, delivering up to 12 slices of the cane to their upturned bottoms, depending on their sparring performances. Most of the women took their discipline well, vocalizing only soft groans. A few though responded with high pitched yelps. One of the beginner level students though couldn’t take her discipline and broke position like Monica.

“Bad girl! Back in position!” Sensei Hirsha yelled at the younger brunette. The brunette wiped away a few tears before rolling on to her stomach then pushing herself back into downward dog. Monica could see a tear fall from the woman’s face as she held the position. Two strokes later, she was back on the floor, grasping at her ravaged bottom.

“Bad girl! No discipline! You move hands now!” Sensei Hirsha commanded, which the brunette slowly complied with. Hirsha didn’t even allow her to get back up this time, simply resting a foot on the woman’s lower back then dishing out four quick, hard strokes while she kicked the floor and cried.

“You not disciplined girl! You come back tonight for Yobun’na supankingu!” Sensei told the student.

“Yes Sensei,” the brunette cried from her prostate position.

“Now back into position!” Sensei told her before moving on to the next student.

Monica, like most of the other students turned their heads to watch the bitter exchange, though the other students saw it as appropriate, while Monica was completely appalled.

“Now, Jakuhai, you accept discipline?” Sensei asked Monica.

“Yes sensei,” Monica responded, as was expected. She could take the few more strokes then she’d go straight to the manager. Well, get dressed then straight to the manager.

Monica gritted her teeth as the cane bit her bottom four more times. Her bottom felt like she hand sat on a curling iron.

Sensei Hirsha started pacing behind the class as she directed the students through the remaining stretches and other cool-down activities. The class was released to the locker room and Monica made her was to the locker room as fast as she could without looking like she was running.

“I’ve got to talk to the manager!” Monica grumbled to herself as she broke into the locker room. How dare that crazy old bat cane me!

“What? you got a little spanking now your going to cry to the manager?” some one said from behind Monica.

“Damn right! That crazy bat can’t be canning students!” Monica spouted off as she turned to face the other woman.

“You probably rule your little slice of the world back home, right?” the advanced level blonde confronted Monica. “Well here, everyone is equal. Everyone participants and everyone gets disciplined for their faults. It is how this place is so rejuvenating. You are rejuvenating your body, mind and spirit! That is why you came here right!?”

“Ah..yea” Monica stammered. The sudden outburst from the blonde who looked to be barely a year out of college surprised her.

“Well then you need to participant in all parts, the fun, the entertaining and the discipline! It is a full program and in order to get the effects you must participate fully! You may have been given the choice of which programs to participate in, the programs themselves are not a-la-crate! And the discipline would you good. I know William would agree.”

“William?” Monica asked, trying to remember meeting a William during her brief stay. There had only been a few men and she couldn’t remember if any of them had been named William.

“Gattry, YOUR boss.” the blonde responded curtly. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

“Other than being self-righteous smart-Alec, no,” Monica retorted.

“This week better fix you attentiveness at work. I’m Valerie McConnell, and yes that McConnell,” Valerie stated shaking her head then turned towards her locker. Monica seemed like the type to take a moment to realize the obvious and she needed to grab her robe for before the hot bath.

Monica ran through every Valerie she had ever heard of in her mind. A couple politicians, a news reporter, a former colleague but no McConnell. “Who is Valerie McConnell?” she quietly whispered to herself. Then she remembered the company which owned her firm was called McConnell Longford, and that the annual report emails came from the CEO, one V. McConnell. The V must have stood for Valerie.

Monica dashed after Valerie, catching her at the door to the baths. “I’m so sorry Ms. McConnell. I didn’t mean to offend you. I really want to do better and I’ll show you, I’ll…” Monica apologized while trying to kiss up to her company’s head.

“Don’t kiss my ass,” Valerie cut her off. “You came her to re-center yourself and that is what you will do. You will embrace the program and gladfully accept every part. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Monica responded a little too eagerly.

“And I expect to see you tomorrow morning in class. Now you should get to your next class. Tardiness is not taken lightly around here.”

“Yes, ma’am” Monica answered before returning to her locker.

Monica made her way back to her locker to get her clothes when she ran into the Asian lady who’d spoke to her earlier.

“Hey, don’t worry about class. Its always a little bit of a shock for first timers.”

“Oh, yea..” Monica mumbled focusing on her locker than the half-naked woman behind her.

“I remember my first time here, I thought all the staff hated me. I got it at almost every program for the first couple of days. I then started to relax, accept I wasn’t going to sit for the rest of the week. Everything got much better. I even started to enjoy the whack here or there.”

“Enjoy it? You like that?!” Monica rebutted pointing towards the door leading to the workout rooms.

“Yea, it is all in the aftercare.”

“Hu?”

“Do you have anything scheduled right now?”

“Ah, not until lunch.”

“Give me a moment and we’ll go over to the jacuzzi. Fifteen minutes in there and you’ll be begging for another canning.”

“That bad?”

“Pure ecstasy! Just be glad you did get yoobuna soopkangu,” the Asian lady stated, exchanging her bra for a robe.

“Why? What is yubanna soapkingu?” Monica asked.

Riding the 4×4

“Oh, my head!” I moan as the beams of sun poke my eyes. Even with my eyes closed the world seems to be a blaze of light. Of that awful bright light. Why am I being punished? Oh, yea, last night and the bonfire. A queasiness down below told me the bathroom was an immediate need.

I throw back the sheet covering me and stumble into the hall towards the bathroom. The door’s open, good! A few more steps and I’m praying at the porcelain god. I hate dry heaves. There wasn’t really anything left to come up, but stomach didn’t care.

“Bets, you ok?” I heard from behind me.

I spit out as much of the disgusting taste before collapsing against the wall. Jamie, is standing over me, already dressed. How can she look so…so… fine? Didn’t she drink more than me last night?

“Here, sip on this and you’ll feel better in no time,” she tells me as she hands over a bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade. I pop it open and it tastes wonderful. The nausea had covered up my cottonmouth. I took another big gulp trying to get ride of the awful feeling.

“Slow or you’ll just puke it back up,” She warned.

“Thanx,” I say before laying an arm on the edge of a tub and resting my head on it. The room was moving a little too much at the moment for me to do much more.

“Oh, and Mom called. They are coming home today and should be here by 6. Sheriff Williams called them.” Jaime added before leaving me to rest.

Sheriff Williams meant goodbye bikini. There was no way I was wearing a swimsuit for at least a week, even if Mom would let me go anywhere. Maybe a little nap and this will all be a bad dream. Yea, just a bad dream.

—-

My second awakening was much better than the first. I could still feel the bass pounding out its rhythm in my head, but 100% less nausea made up for it. Just about anything is better than puking.

I sat up in bed and swung by legs over the edge to find my room still filled with that awful light. The bane of all hangovers. The blurriness though was not due to the hangover. I snatched up my glasses from the night stand. Today is not a contact day. Slipping the glasses on, I realize the room is even blurrier. I then realize I still have my disposable contacts in. A couple stumbles to the dresser, eye drops and my contacts are safely deposited in the trash. My glasses now return the world to high definition.

I scoop up the crumbled bathrobe laying behind my door and make my way downstairs. Jordan is a sleep on couch while Jaime is cleaning the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I mumble on my way to the coffee pot.

“Morning? 3 o’clock. Mom and Dad will be home in a couple of hours,” Jaime said without looking up from the pan she was scrubbing.

“Aren’t they supposed to be coming back tomorrow?”

“Sheriff Williams called Dad this morning, so they are coming home today!” Jamie s

“Fuck.” I sighed. “Let me get some coffee and I’ll get Jordan and Breanne up.” I started a fresh pot. I needed the caffeine and my sisters probably needed it also. Food would also be important. I doubted I would really want to eat dinner, even if we were allowed. I opened the fridge to find nothing interesting. Cereal would do. I probably ate too much last night anyways. I definitely drank too much and even light beer has way too many calories.

“Once you get finished, go wake up Jordan and Breanne and have them clean the rest of the house. You get the front yard mowed and I’ll come out to help with the garden when I’m done here,” Jaime commanded.

“Hopefully it buys us a little good will,” I said, not really believing a word of it. Goodwill goes a long way with our parents for little things, but not something like this. Thought maybe it’ll make Mom feel guilty after a week or so of our grounding and let us play while Dad is at work.

I woke Jordan from her slumber, offering a cup of coffee and our impending doom. She had half the mug gone before caffeine started turning the wheels in her head at full speed. Well full speed for her is like half speed for the rest of us. The ditzy blonde still got that party plus sheriff plus dad equaled doom. I was tempted to spell it out like that when I saw the light blub go on in her head.

I instructed Jordan to clean the living room, family room and dinning room while I went to find Breanne. Luckily she was still firmly planted in bed. Her golden locks seem to form a halo around her head. She looked so angelic. So peaceful. So innocent. She didn’t have the Jordan’s beauty, my brains or Jamie’s dynamic personality, but she did have a way of manipulating just about everyone. I think it is really her baby face, which was exaggerated when she dyed her hair the summer before she started high school. I had to vouch for her being an actual freshman to our homeroom teacher on the first day because he thought she was a kid. I would hate everyone thinking I was 13, but she likes it.

She actually likes it so much, she decorated her bedroom like a Barbie palace. I’m not talking the kiddie version where there are images of Barbie everywhere. No, her room is pink with shades of red, white and a few lavenders. It looks like a giant version of the Barbie’s bedroom from the toy house. Sickening, but I guess one of us four had to be a girly girl.

“Come on, you gotta get up,” I poked her a few times.

“I don’t wanna,” she mumbled before trying to hit me with pillow. Luckily the coffee cup was in my hand away from the bed, otherwise she may have gotten a hot surprise.

“I don’t care, and I doubt Mom and Dad will care when they get home in an hour.” Yes, we probably had at least 2 hours, but hyperbolas work well in motivating Breanne.

“So..” she mumbled.

“Remember what happened last night?”

A grumbled indicated she knew want I meant. I sat the coffee on her nightstand. “Here’s some coffee. You have the bathrooms and upstairs to clean before they get home.”

“Yes MOM!” she said sardonically. A tone I never heard her actually say to mom, just Jamie and I. Whatever, I had to get changed and get mowing asap. Also I can’t forget the allergy medicine. I may like hunting, fishing and all the other outdoors stuff, but my allergies prefer a nice climate controlled environment.

It was actually a really nice day. A few light, fluffy clouds dotted the sky. Cirrus clouds if I remember earth science class correctly. At least I’d improve my tan some while I mowed. I may be a tomboy, but I still know guys appreciate a good tan. A camisole and cutoffs was as much skin I risked showing because we had gotten no word from Mom or Dad about their ETA. Dad doesn’t really like his girls in bikinis, and I don’t care to poke an angry bear.

The mowing took forever and a day. Even the highest gear wasn’t fast enough. Though I don’t know if I wanted time to go any faster. Around and around I rode, thinking up every horrible punishment known to man. Well, not known to man, but rather, every horrible punishment two loving, caring parents may impart upon their adult daughters. A couple made me shutter so much I had to back up and re-mow a few spots.

I was just starting the trim work when Jamie lead Jordan and Breanne out to the garden. It needed a quick weeding and the fresh veggies needed to be picked; both tasks Mom normally performed. Actually, everything we did in the last couple of hours were tasks Mom normally did around the house. Mom or us, but not Dad. We probably should have targeted Dad’s tasks instead of Mom’s. It was too late now.

Mom and Dad pulled the pickup in as I was coming back from putting away the lawn mower. Time was up. A few quick loads of stuff was all that stood between us and our reckoning. I glanced over at the garden to see Jamie prodding our younger siblings toward the truck. Don’t they realize that delaying in the garden would achieve nothing.

“That’s the last load. Just go wait for your father in the living room.” Mom told Jordan and I as she rounded the edge of the porch. Jordan and I hung our heads low as we walked to the living room. Jaime and Breanne were already there, waiting nervously. Jaime seemed contend on accepting her fate, while Breanne was mumbling something to herself. No doubt she was trying to devise an exit strategy. I bet it would involve using Jamie and I as scape goats.

I played with my fingernails as the tension built. The logic side was trying to tell the emotional side exactly want was going to happened and that I would survive it, but emotions just don’t listen. They love to go to extremes. Every horrible thing I thought up while mowing was coming back with a vengeance. We would be spanked, belted, switched, grounded and have our mouth’s washed out with soap. Jamie and I would get it doubly bad because we supplied the alcohol, or at least allowed them to consume it. It was really more Jamie and my faults.

“A party!” Dad stated. He never yelled when he was mad, just forcefully stated. I think he admired Teddy Roosevelt’s “Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick” policy. Though he never carried a big stick, just the occasional small ones. “With the Cops being called?”

“Daddy, it was all a misunderstanding,” Jordan cried.

“I don’t want to hear. Each of you go cut a switch then I better see four very contrite girls lined up on the porch!” Dad stated, shaking his head in disappointment. I could feel the pain he felt in my chest. There was nothing worst than disappointing Dad. I mean he protected and gave us girls so much, and never asked for much in return. Unlike Mom, he didn’t even care if we where perfect ladies or not. He just wanted us to try our best, respect others, and honor and cherish family, God and country.

The decree though had been made and there was no backing out of it. We would be Ridding the 4×4 as we jokingly called it when all four of us sisters got spanked together. We now just had to provide the four switches and four bare bottoms, which multiplied together was 16 times the punishment.

Walking outside I noticed the trees were full of singing birds. They were singing our funeral song. I started putting words to their melodies as Jamie lead the way to the stand of trees behind the barn.

“There goes four naughty girls
Off to fetch a switch
Each one sorry for their deeds
but not as sorry as they’ll be!”

Did you know in prisons, the Green Mile, that stretch from a death row inmate’s cell to the execution chamber is often only 50 feet. The courts probably deem the 100 yards we have to go to cut a switch cruel and unusual punishment.

The grove a trees behind the barn isn’t very big, but dense enough that you can’t easily see through it. Firewood is stacked between two of the larger trees while young saplings dotting the underbrush. These young saplings are our target. A branch as thick as one’s thumb and as long as one’s arm is the requirement.

We each choose an appropriate branch, or entire new sapling in Breanne’s case, and used the Swiss army knife to cut it off and clean the excess sprouts. Haste was important, because Dad only provided us so much time to complete the chore, thought he never set an exact number. Just ‘be quick about it.’ He reinforced the message to Jamie and I the summer after I graduated high school when got to go over his knee before we got the switch. Not something I ever planned on repeating.

Four sisters, heads hung low, shuffled on back to the house, a short, flexible branch in each’s hands. Four former saplings, a sign of vitality and growth, were presented to their father to help them grow out of their youthful mischief. Four naughty girls lined up, waiting for instructions. It seems more like an except from a classic novel than our reality.

“Lower then loop your panties around the banister,” Dad instructed. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband then knelt down as I lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of the right leg hole. Looping your panties meant looping your panties around one of the porch’s railing supports the stepping back into them, effectively locking your feet together and close to the railing. It prevented us from kicking, and vulgar displays towards Dad, though oddly still left our front visible to anyone in the backyard. I looped my panties around a banister then stepped back into them and stood up, holding the railing as I went up for support. It was an awkward movement that I had way too much practice at.

Dad always started with the youngest first, so I had two sisters to wait through before I got any attention. Waiting to be spanked is always the worst. Its especially when you 22, standing half naked on your porch waiting to be switched.

Breanne was crying before the first stroke landed. She always cried before being spanked. Maybe she thought it would cause Mom or Dad to have pity on her. I’m sure it didn’t work with Mom, but not so sure about Dad. When I saw Mom spank her a few months ago, I swear it was longer and harder than when Mom spanked the rest of us. Well, not me, but Jamie and Jordan. I couldn’t tell with Dad, since he only spanked when more than one of us was up for it and I was always waiting for my turn next to Breanne.

Dad finished the first set with Breanne and my own spanking came closer. One more bottom before mine would be graced with that evil switch. It would be all tenderized by the time it got to me, encouraging it to provide more sting.

I bit my lower lip as the flurry of strokes caused Jordan to cry out. Almost my turn. Almost my cries. Almost.

Two taps to my back prompted me to bend forward. I reached low, taking a hold of the uprights just above my panties. I had two choices of views; the flowerbed filled with wild rose bushes or between my legs. I choose neither, screwing my eyes shut instead.

The first swipe didn’t sting much. More than I had remembered, but not too much. The next burst of swipes though stung exponentially more with each swipe. “Owee owee owwee!” I cried as the sting hit a crescendo with last swat. I blinked back the initial onslaught of tears while wiggling to and fro, trying to dissipate the sting. Why couldn’t the wind blow a little bit? A cool breeze would help the sting some.

Jamie gave more of a low moan with her first dose. It took her more than just to get to the crying stage, but she would reach it.

Dad returned to Breanne and lectured her some. My attention was firmly focused on the my bottom until her cries for forgiveness perched the evening air as Dad broke that first switch across her bottom. It was standard Dad spanking protocol. A little bit for each naughty daughter, then a whole bunch for one, then again a little for each before a whole bunch for the next daughter. Getting spanked with a switch is one thing. One horrible, stingy punishment, but this roller coaster ride of sting is plain torture. Every new round would send the sting to all new highs.

With my face down and bottom up, the only thing I could do was to focus on my breathing. Slow, steady breaths through my mouth helps distract during these little interludes. The tears had stopped and the sting had just started to level off when the second round arrived.

Jordan cried out immediately. There is a point during every spanking where you give up your dignity and just accept it. Jordan had made the leap and there was no going back for her.

WHACK! “Ouch!” The first stroke took me by surprise. A narrow ban of pain striping by backside. I clenched my jaw as the following set of strokes built upon the first set. White knuckles held me firmly on the top of the rail, even when I tried to kick my legs about. The kicking was in vain because a pair of cotton panties does not tear easily. I’d tried though many times on this porch. Many more than I care to remember.

Dad moved onto Jamie as fast as he’d moved onto me, but I didn’t even notice. The million bee stings had not stopped. Shaking and wiggling wouldn’t scare them away. Logically I knew time was the only real cure the sting, but come on, who is logical in my situation.

I could hear Breanne let out her typical high pitch wails when Dad started in on her and then the progressive stronger and stronger cries coming from Jordan. I stole a glance at her to gently shaking her head as the tears flooded from her squished eyes. The hair clip popped, closing a blonde curtain around her face. I’d look like that in a moment, though brown hair instead of blonde.

Dad granted my projection sooner than I’d have wished. The first few strokes with the fresh switch burned like hell. I swear it was cutting into my cheeks with every stroke. Deeper and deeper until it suddenly stopped. I tried to control my breath a little before it returned. “I can do this, I can do this,” I kept mouthing. I can be brave and take my punishment like a big girl without crying like a baby. I’d made it this far, I could do all the way.

WAHCK! WHACK! WHACK! The switch had returned and returned with vengeance. “No more! Sniff Please! I’ll be good! SNIFF I promise! Pleasse! Please! Please!” I cried, praying the switch would break quickly, but it never did. I finally gave up all resolve and just hollered. I hollered in pain. I hollered my sorrow. I hollered anything and everything I thought would make it stop. I didn’t want to be punished anymore. It wasn’t worth it. There was no party worth this. I’d never do it again. NEVER EVER! This was…was…was what I deserved.

The switch had covered from the top of my cheeks to midway down my thighs and every part in between when it finally broke in two. Two parts that Dad tossed on my bunched shorts and panties. Two pieces I’d get to look at until Dad finished, had I dare open my eyes.

I just sobbed continuously until Dad had finished with all of us. Even his final set of strokes with Jamie’s switch didn’t change my state much. Maybe an octave higher in my cries, but I had nothing left. No resistance, no pride, no naughtiness, just contrition.

“Well, I think you’ve learned a lesson today. You girls can go stand against the wall for a while and think about why you needed to learn a lesson,” Dad grumbled then I heard the screen door open and he was gone.

Dad had always let us do this part on our own. His only expectation were the naughty girls facing the side of the house when he came out later. Nothing else mattered. Not how fast we got up, nor our state of dress. Those were good things because I didn’t want to move for few minutes and those damn panties were not returning anywhere close to their correct position anytime soon.

One foot out of my panties and I was released from my induced prison. The three steps to the side of the house would hurt, but I could do it. And once I got there, I could sneak a rub or two. Mom and Dad wouldn’t see. I hoisted myself up, before dragging my shorts and panties still hooked around my left ankle. Tiny steps and I was to the safety of the wall.

I don’t quite understand why some girls complain so much about corner-time. I find a peaceful reprieve from the whole hustle and bustle of a normal day. I time I can just finally relax. Because right now everything was gone. All the stress, the tension, the guilt. It was all gone. Washed away with the tears. And not regular tears, but tears of a spanking. The kind unlike any other kind. The kind that bring sorrow, forgiveness, and lasting lessons.

“You girls ok?” Dad asked, coming back outside. I couldn’t tell you how long he had been inside, but it didn’t matter.

“Yes,” we mumbled, turning slightly to look over our left shoulders. It must be a sight to see four half naked women with red swollen butts looking over their back over their shoulder.

“I spoke Sheriff Williams and he said no charges are going to be filed against any of you kids,” Dad stated. Good thing, because I am sure none of us wanted to spend tomorrow morning sitting on that wooden bench outside of his chambers.

“I’m sorrryy dadddy,” I cried, hugging him along with my sisters.

“I know girls, I know. But please, avoid mischief with the law. If you want to get in trouble, you know many perfectly legal ways.”

Willow Groove – The Pledges get Some Exercise

“Today we will start with learning the history of Sigma Epsilon Chi,” Sarah announced from the front of the dining room. “Afterwards we’ll get in a short workout before prepare lunch. After lunch we will go through the remaining history, practice a little then head over to the bookstore so you all can get your books. This evening we have some stuff with the actives.”

“Sigma Epsilon Chi was founded in 1912 by six of the first women to attend Myra College, as it was known then.” Every pledge listened intently to every word the pledge mistress spoke, yest the paddle make a surprise appearance on their rear end. “We are proud to have the daughter’s of the founder and first president among out founding members. Daisy Wingate, the daughter of Myra Founder, Joshua Wingate, and Alice Lee, the daughter of the first Myra President, Adam Lee, were joined by..” Sarah looked over the pledges to see 10 intense stares, but no writing. “Ah you may want to write this down, since you will be expected to know it by memory, and tested on it.” 10 pencils stared scribbling the information already provided. “I’ll start over…”

Sarah lectured the pledges for nearly an hour before allowing them to ask questions then a short break. The presentation had been perfected over the decades, so there were few questions and most were orientated understanding a particular fact.

“Any more questions?” Sarah scanned the disinterested faces one last time before moving on. “Good. Next up today is a nice little workout before you start preparing lunch. Kayla, how are we on time?”

“Five minutes ahead of schedule,” Kayla answered after comparing her clipboard and watch.

“You girls have 15 minutes to go get changed into something appropriate for some running around campus. Kayla and I will meet you downstairs in the common room. You’re dismissed,” Sarah added a wave of her hand implying the pledges should make haste in getting ready for some exercise.

“I didn’t think classes started until next week.” Jessica walked beside her new friend down to their room.

“Yea. It is amazing how much history there is in such a small amount of time though. I don’t think any of the big sororities back east have such extensive, or detailed records.” Amber remarked.

“It is the details I’m worried about.” Jessica instinctively rubbed her bottom.

“Me too. You notice they never mentioned anything about those rules of decorum.”

“I think they want us to screw up so they can paddle us.”

“As long as it isn’t you or me I’ll be happy.”

“Yea.”

“Are we going outside?” Madison asked holding up a pair of PINK shorts.

“Probably,” Jessica answered.

“What kind of workout can we do inside?” Rosa chimed in.

“I don’t wanta know,” Amber said, pulling out a sports bra and shorts from her dresser. The other girls chuckled, slipping into shorts, t-shirts and tennis shoes. They each hoped the outfit would be suitable for anything they would be put through, and not reprimanded for being improperly dressed.

“Hey, we got less than 3 minutes left,” Patty told the girls from the doorway.

“Thanx,” Amber called out as she returned her previous outfit to her closet. “I really need to keep track of time here,” she mumbled to herself.

“Good, everyone is on time, unlike this morning,” Sarah remarked at 10:30 sharp. “Though why are you all dressed like that when we are going swimming?” The synchronized and faces of horror were too much for Kayla to resist busting out laughing. Sarah smiled, “Just kidding. We going to jog a couple laps around campus, but first we need to stretch. Lets go up to the front yard.”

The pledges followed Sarah and Kayla outside then formed a semi circle in front of the two actives. The lack of the paddle in Kayla’s hands did not escape any of the pledge’s notice, putting them all a little more at ease.

“Did any of you run track in high school?” Sarah asked.

“I ran the 400 and 800,” Emily said.

“Good, you can lead the stretching and the run.”

Emily lead everyone through stretching out their core, quads, calves, buttocks and every other muscle she’d been taught to stretch before running in high school.

“That’s everything for stretching.”

“OK, we’ll do two laps around the edge of campus. Emily you can set the pace. Kayla and I will bring up the rear.” Sarah told the Emily before addressing rest of the pledges. “The rest of you do try to keep up. You don’t want to have a discussion about the lack of effort afterwards. Lead on!”

Eleven pairs of tennis shoes followed Emily on a trek around Myra. Down past the sorority house, around the back of Wingate hall, past the fraternity houses, and the cute boys working outside shirtless, then looping around Lee Manor and back towards the Sigma house. By the second lap, the girls became spread over twenty five yards from lead to Kayla and Sarah, with pairs generally forming to chat while running.

It was on this second lap where Amber realized how much she was out of shape. Her lungs burned, thighs ached and if it was not for the fear of the paddle, her pace would have been half of its current rate. Thought the paddle wasn’t looking so bad compared to pain she was already in.

The girls were coming up onto Lee Manor for the second time, when Jennifer stumbled slightly on the uneven ground, then tripped over her own feet while attempting to regain her balance. She took the tumble as well as she could, but still ended laying flat on the grass, with only her pride hurt. Liz kept running, while Patty, Meghan and Bridgette swerved to miss Jennifer.

“Hey, come on, we got to keep going,” Jessica extended a hand to Jennifer. Amber reached down and pulled with Jessica, up righting the blonde.

“Thanx,” Jennifer said, brushing herself off.

“Lets go, here comes Kayla and Sarah,” Amber urged the other two forward. Fiery lungs went away much faster than a fiery bottom.

The three girls tried to sprint to catch up, though Amber nor Jessica could maintain the vigorous pace for much more than a few seconds. Jennifer, in much better shape quickly out ran the other two, though slowed her pace when she realized they couldn’t keep up. She felt guilty at getting the other two girls so far behind. Even at the slowed pace, the all the pledges arrive back at the sigma house before either active.

“So how do you all feel? A nice good run to revitalize you!” Sarah walked around the girls sprawled out on the front lawn. “You’d better get used to it, because you’ll be doing that every morning.” A collective groan came from the pledges. “It is good everyone pushed themselves and kept a good pace the entire time. I am though disappointed about the incident with Ms Marshall.” Jennifer mistook Sarah’s pause as a moment to offer an apology.

“I’m so sorry. I stumbled and I’m why Jessica and Amber were so slow.” Jennifer pleaded.

Sarah smiled broadly. Maybe this girl was learning. “You falling and being helped up by your fellow pledges is not what I was referring to. Kayla, what is the fifth Rule of Decorum?”

“A sister shall always support her fellow sisters in their endeavors. Punished by 10 swats.” Kayla recited.

“And do you think the girls who ran past Jennifer were being supportive of their fellow pledge?” Sarah asked, rhetorically.

“No Pledge Mistress. Would you like me to fetch the paddle?” Kayla asked sardonically.

“Please not here!” Liz interrupted the little exchange.

“Are you interrupting me?” Sarah leered at the girl sitting on the grass.

“No ma’am,” Liz answered quietly.

“Good. Kayla, I think these pledges could use a shower first, they can take their punishment afterwards. No more laying around here, go get cleaned up.” Sarah clapped her hands, spurring the 8 seated girls to their feet and all of them down to the pledge quarters.

The ickyness of sweat cooling in the AC coupled with missing a shower in the morning was a little much for Amber. Even a quick one would be acceptable right now. She slipped off the workout clothes and wrapped herself in a towel before investigating the shower situation.

The shower section of community bathroom reminded Amber of a hospital ER, with shower stalls in place of the beds. Three removable shower heads lined the far wall, with curtain rails running in semi circles round each head in the ceiling. The shower curtains could then be pulled around the head to create a temporary private stall.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” Kayla yelled when she walked into the shower area. Everyone stopped. “You don’t have time for all this modesty crap!” Kayla yanked open the first curtain, revealing a surprised Meghan. “Patty, Liz, strip and get in there now.” Two towels fell to the floor and a pair of nude co-eds joined their fellow pledge under the hot stream of water.

Kayla opened Bridgette’s curtain before commanding, “Madison, Rosa, get in!” A firm slap to Madison’s bare bottom was needed to help the shy girl into such close confines with two other naked girls. “Amber, Jessica, hop in the last one!”

Being caught naked in public was a repeating nightmare of Amber’s. The shower room was far from public and she had changed earlier in front of her roommates, but this was different. It felt more exposed. More open. More naked. Well the last point was correct, since she hadn’t taken her panties off earlier. Her fears or the paddle? The other girls could do it, could she?

“You have 10 minutes!” Kayla called out before leaving the shower area.

“Amber, come on!” Jessica whispered urgently from behind the curtain.

Amber took a deep breath, and told herself “I can do this. We are all girls.” A little flick of the wrist and towel’s protection was gone. Holding her shower caddy in front of herself, she slipped around the curtain of the last shower. The sight shocked her. Jessica stood under the water rising out her hair while Emily scrubbed her long legs with a luffa. Neither took much notice she was there, just kept going about their own routine, except in very close proximity to two other girls. She did not know what to do. She knew how to shower herself, but not like this. Not without a constant flow of water raining down upon her.

“Here you can have the water,” Jessica said slipping around behind. She brushed Amber’s back, startling the Asian girl.

Amber kept her back to the other girls while wetting her hair. It felt weird to her to be watching them. This was real life, not some cheesy porn movie. This is like a scene out of a porn movie. A bunch of hot sweaty college girls taking a shower together that gets sexual. The situation reminded her of back in Brooklyn, when Yuan had swiped that movie from her older brother and brought it to the slumber party.

A light tap on her side startled Amber from her day dream. “Hey let me rise off,” Emily said, urging Amber forward. Amber exchanged places with Emily pulled out her shampoo. The flower scent set her at ease. A little personal scape massage and Amber was finally relaxing, as much as she could. A dash of body wash on the luffa, then she looked down at the bodies of her shower mates for the first. Her hand rubbed the luffa over her body, but her eyes became fixed upon the torso of Jessica and Emily. The larger, flapper breasts of Jessica versus the smaller, toner pair on Emily. The darker skin tone of Emily hid the nipples compared to Jessica, though both girls’ nipple stuck straight forward instead of up and outward like her own breasts.

Amber started to move lower on her body, and theirs, when Emily said, “I’m done, its all yours.” Emily and Jessica switched places briefly before Emily left the stall.

Jessica wasted no time during her final rise and followed Emily a few seconds later. “You better hurry, we don’t have much time,” Jessica told her friend. The general commotion in the shower area told her Jessica was right. No sense having to face her fear and getting paddled. Water and her hands flew across her skin, rising away the shampoo and soap. A quick conditioning and she was done, and going for her towel.

“Patty, Liz, Meghan and Bridgette, leave your stuff here and line up in the common room, touching your toes!” Kayla instructed the girls as they started drying themselves. The four pledges followed Kayla into the common room, wearing only towels.

Amber didn’t hear what was being said, but the first swat echoed through the bathroom. She gathered up her stuff, exiting the bathroom as Sarah planted the first swat onto Liz’s bare bottom. This was the first time she had ever gotten an opportunity to actually observe a paddling, or spanking of any kind. Sarah moved back to Meghan, providing Amber a clear view of each reddening bottom. Liz’s cheeks were full of blues and reds from this morning’s paddling, while Patty’s and Bridgette’s were only a mild rose.

Amber took in the voyeuristic scene for a moment. The paddle raising high and flying down. The pop made upon contact. The wiggling of the recipient’s hips. The vulgar display of all her charms. The last part made Amber blush and turn away out of embarrassment. A good girl doesn’t look at such things, she told herself. But it was so tempting, so exciting, so naughty. She stole one long glance at the four naked bottoms, then scampered off to her room.

Six pledges clothed pledges looked upon their naked brethren’s red bottoms as Sarah finished up the punishment.

CRACK! “Waaaaa!” Liz sobbed as she received her tenth swat.

“I hope you have learned something about helping your fellow sisters. Sigma girls look after each other, at all times!” Sarah turned to the dressed pledges. “It’s now time to start preparing lunch. Lunch is sandwiches and salad, so nothing to hard. Here is a question, do you want your fellow pledges,” Sarah motioned to the four up turned girls, “to help or allow them a little rest while you prepare lunch?”

The pledges knew what that damn paddle felt like over clothing, and sympathetically agreed to allow the punished pledges out of helping with lunch.

“OK. Everyone upstairs. You four can stand facing the back wall of the dinning room while your fellow pledges prepare lunch.” The proclamation of nudity in front of more people earned Sarah four groans.

Willow Groove – Learning the Fourth Rule of Decorum

BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! Screeched the alarm throughout the pledge quarters. The 10 co-eds started to show life with the shift of blankets and a flying pillow. Barely 10 seconds after the beeping stopped the fluorescent lights flickered to life.

“GOOD MORNING PLEDGES!” yelled Kayla from the main room. “IT IS 6:00 AM RIGHT NOW AND YOU HAVE 15 MINUTES TO BE READY TO COOK BREAKFAST! PJS ARE ACCEPTABLE ATTIRE FOR BREAKFAST!” She then took a seat on the couch and waited for the circus to begin. She remember what it was like that first morning, trying to figure out a schedule, share a bathroom with a dozen other girls and do whatever the pledge mistress was expecting.

The fog of sleep clouded Amber’s mind. There were just the faintest of light coming through the window curtains, thought the fluorescent bulbs made it unnecessary. She closed her eyes and repeated the message in her head. “6:00am… 15 minutes..ready … cook breakfast…” All of a sudden she comprehended the message and bolted upright in bed. A quick search of her nightstand, and she slide her glasses on just in time to see Jessica have the same realization; they did not have much time to get ready.

Amber slipped out of bed and went straight for the bathroom. She realized luck was on her side as she took the last empty stall. This was the first time the implications of 3 stalls and 10 girls hit her. She couldn’t be lazy in the mornings. Relief came quickly. The sound of showers though indicated she might have made a poor choice. The question in the mornings was going to be toilet or shower. At least during pledge week.

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“Attention!, It is 6:15, WHY is there only EIGHT pledges ready to cook breakfast?” Sarah asked the pledges assembled in front of her.

“We are coming,” Jennifer yelled from her bedroom.

Kayla covered the 15 feet to Jennifer’s bedroom door in four smart strides, but paused at the doorway when Sarah caught her eye. She got the unspoken message loud and clear. With arms crossed and a wide stance, she watched over the two tardy girls like an impatient mother.

The remaining fidgeted about, waiting silently for the two girls. Every scenario went through each girl’s head. Were they going to be paddled? Were only Jennifer and Liz going to get it? What about some other humiliation? Cooking naked!? No one doubted that a paddling was going to occur, the question was who would be on the receiving end.

“We are ready,” Liz said sarcastically, “we can go cook breakfast now.” Liz and Jennifer took their places in line.

“I was hoping to wait until after breakfast for us to begin our lessons,” Sarah spoke as she walked down the row of pledges. “But I did not realize how eager you to learn.” She did a military about face. “Or how much teaching is needed before the lessons stick.” She paused in to the right of Jennifer and Liz. “Kayla, what is the fourth rule of decorum?”

“A sister is always prompt in her attendance and effort,” Kayla recited from memory.

“And the punishment?”

“Five plus one per lack of effort or attendance,” Kayla responded.

“Pledge Jennifer and Pledge Liz, have you broke rule number 4?” Sarah asked the pledges.

“We didn’t know,” Jennifer yawned.

“Yea..” Liz said.

“Attitude will get you no where. You both have already wasted 10 minutes of your time to prepare breakfast. I could give you each 15 for being late and another 10 for being disrespectful. But I don’t want to hold up the rest of the pledges any more so you each will get six, five plus 1 for being a minute late. Get over here and grab your ankles!” Sarah took half a step back and pointed to a spot in front of the door upstairs.

“Fine..” Jennifer mumbled as she sulked over to the indicated spot. The seriousness finally set in with Liz, causing her to be anxious about her predicament.

“The attitude will just get those panties around your ankles!” Sarah commanded. She took the pledge paddle from Kayla and promptly slide it under her left arm, allowing her to whisk both sets of pjs and panties down. The pledges saw some light red splotches were visible on both bare bottoms from the previous night’s paddling, but nothing to significant. Most wondered if their own bottom’s looked similar as Sarah wasted no time taking up position to the left of Jennifer and drawing the paddle all the way back.

CRACK! “Oouch!” Jennifer yelled out. The violence of the swat startled most of the pledges. The paddlings last night were nothing compared to right now. The fiery pain got to Jennifer quickly, causing her to instinctively start to get up to rub and protect her bottom.

“Stay down!” Sarah commanded moving over to Liz.

CRACK! “AAAHHHH!” Liz cried out as the equally hard swat found home.

Sarah turned to address the remaining pledges, “Now Kayla is going to take you upstairs to start preparing breakfast. On your way up, you each will give Jennifer or Liz a swat for making you late. And remember, if breakfast is not ready at 7:30 sharp, every one of you will be in their position.” Sarah then turned to Bridgette and handed over the paddle, “you’re first.”

One by one the pledges gave either Jennifer or Liz a hard swat across their quickly reddening bottoms. The swats where hard out fear of what Sarah would do if they took it easy on their fellow pledges rather than out of anger over being late. After they completed their task, the prompt pledges quickly took off upstairs, escaping Sarah’s wrath and hopefully being able to protect their own bottoms.

When the last pledge finished, Sarah took the paddle and stared at the handiwork. A dark maroon bulls-eye decorated the center of each ivory cheek looking at her atop a sobbing pledge. “Most of these pledges know how to swing a paddle,” she thought to herself. “Amber and Jessica seem inexperienced though, that can be corrected.”

“Pledges, have you learned the importance of being prompt?” Sarah asked.

“Yes ma’am,” the inverted girls mumbled in between sobs.

“Good. You each have one more coming then you can join your fellow pledges in the kitchen.” Sarah took aim at Liz’s sit spot, rubbing the paddle lightly over the bruised skin. A second later the paddle rose above the pledge mistress’ shoulder, then crashed down into the junction of bottom and thigh.

CRACK! “AAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Liz cried out, shaking her bottom about as much as she could without toppling over.

Sarah took a step back and repeated the devastating blow on Jennifer’s bottom. CRACK! “WWWWAAAAAAAAAA!” Jennifer cried between her hiccups.

“Ok, get upstairs and help with breakfast,” Sarah said, releasing the pledge. Both eased up and vigorously rubbed the fire down below for a few moments before reaching for their panties and PJ bottoms. “Ut hu, those stay right there on the floor until you sign the punishment log, after breakfast.” Both pledges let out a groan, but neither dared offer a complaint. They simply took off slowly upstairs in just a camisole and a t-shirt.

Even with 20 minutes less than normal, the pledges had breakfast ready with 2 minutes to spare. Two minutes that spared eight bottoms the paddle for another couple of hours.

Willow Groove – Swimming with the Lee Twins

I do not quite have the next chapter of Amber’s Rush Week done yet, so I’ve included another story of the residents of Willow Groove.

6:50pm July 27th 2002

The summer heat was still as fierce as ever. Summer does not last long in Willow Groove, but it does come with a vengeance about the time fireworks light up the sky. The heat quenched all activity that didn’t involve the cool mountain streams and lakes.

John Lee stepped out of the silver Silverado 2500. A fluttering of a bird could be heard off in the woods. Shielding his eyes from the low sun, John glanced looking for the kids. There was a few bags sitting over by a tree, but no other signs of life. Hmmm, where were his daughters at? He meandered on down towards the river.

“Lucy! Laura!” John yelled for the twins. He just made it over the edge of the short ridge when he noticed the clothes. A dozen piles of clothes lined the river bank. What where the kids up to? John thought. Then he saw the two heads bobbing in the river. “Hey girls, come on, let’s go. Your mother was starting dinner when I left,” he yelled.

“Hi Daddy, ok, we’ll be there in a minute. We’ll meet you at the truck.” Lucy yelled back. If Dad went back over the ridge, she and Laura could make it to their clothes, get dressed and back without him being any wiser.

“Oh it’s ok.”  John looked upwards at the white puffs of cloud dotting the blue sky. “I might as well enjoy the day while I’m up here.”

The girls looked at each other and slowly swam towards shore, being sure to keep just their heads above the water line. They both were trying to figure out a way out of this predicament. Their clothes were in matching piles, 10 feet from their father.

“What do we do?” Laura asked Lucy quietly.

“I don’t know. I was hopping my suggestion of going back to the truck would work.” Lucy replied.

At 5 feet from the shore, their hands began scraping against the bottom. Their father had turned around as he stared upwards, so his back was towards the girls. “Run for it?” Laura whispered, trying to stay submerged. Lucy just nodded. The girls stood up, using one arm to cover their breast while the other cupped their pelvic area. They made it half way before their Dad realized they were out of the water and spun around to face his little girls running towards him in their birthday suits. They both frozen in their tracks.

“What the hell are you doing?” John yelled. His little angels had been skinny dipping.

“We were swimming, Daddy!” Laura pleaded as she could feel her face turn beat red.

“Naked!? That is no way for young ladies to be swimming!” John said.

“But Daddy, we are adults. we can swim how we want.” Lucy attempted to be as forceful with her statement she could, but there is only so much confidence a naked 20 year old girl can have while standing before her father.

“You are still my daughters, and I can punish you how I want!” John growled as he strode forward and took a hold of the girl’s forearms. A few tugs and the twins were quickly closing the distance to the pickup.

“Daddy, what about our clothes?” Lucy asked reaching for a few pieces of modesty.

John released the girls and gave each a solid smack to each girls’ behind. “I’ll get the clothes, you get those butts over the tailgate NOW!” The twins scampered up the to truck as fast as they could make the climb. The sticks and stones hurt their feet, but neither thought that would matter much in a few moments. John reached down and picked up the two piles of clothes with one hand and pulled out his knife with the other.

Laura lowered the tailgate on the back of the pickup. She took one last look at Lucy, knowing they both were doomed. Both girls had to stand on their toes to get their waist up on the edge of the tailgate. The both laid on their arms, to give some protection to their breats and prevent them from falling into the crack between the tailgate and the truck bed.

John took his time returning to the truck. He had stopped by a willow tree to cut two, 3/4 inch wide branches off. Maybe this will teach the girls to think before do something dumb.

“Daddy please, we are sorry!” Lucy cried when their father got up behind them.

“Reallly soorrrryyyy!” Laura added.

“No, not as much as you will be. What were you two thinking, skinny dipping? Didn’t you both get three new bathing suits this year? I’m disappointed in you two. You both know better.” John’s voice shifted from anger to sadness.

“Sorry Daddyyy! We won’t do it again!” Both girls cried in unison.

“I know your sorry, but I’m still going to spank you. These switches should work.”

Swish! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Lucy screamed out. The branch cut deep into the high fleshy part of her bottom. All the little stubs bit beside the band of fire laid upon her wet behind.

Swish! “AHHHHHEEEEEE!” Laura echoed her sister as the switch repeated it’s task upon her upturned behind.

John worked back and forth between the bottoms, exciting a new cry with stroke of the switch. It took only three strokes before they were kicking their legs about wildly. It took 27 strokes before the first switch broke over butt. John tossed off the broken branch and wiped the sweat from his brow.

The girl’s continually cried as the fire just built. They both thought it might be over when the first switch broke, but Laura was quickly corrected when a new line of fire cut low on her butt. A new set of screams where heard as the second switch went to work. This one only made it 21 strokes, but that was enough to cover both girl’s behinds with red and purple welts.

“Put up the tailgate then get in the truck!” John commanded as he tossed the broken switch away and headed for the cab. The twins pushed themselves up off the tailgate and instantly started rubbing their butts. Lucy finally got up the tailgate then followed Laura around to the passenger’s side. They rode in the backseat, kneeling side by side, still as naked as the day they were born.

They arrived home to find their mother just finishing dinner. John pulled into the garage and shut the door.

“Daddy, can get our clothes back?” Lucy pleaded as her father got out of the truck.

“Ask your mother,” was the only thing as he went in the house.

Grace Lee was standing in front of the stove stirring the chicken dish as her two naked daughters waddled into the kitchen. “Why aren’t you two wearing clothes?” Grace gasped upon seeing her daughters.

“Dad wouldn’t give them back,” Laura answered.

“Why would your father have your clothes?” Grace asked knowing the answer wouldn’t be good.

“Well….we were…kinda…swimming and Dad startled us,” Lucy stammered.

“You were skinny dipping?” Grace asked.

“Yeaa,” the girls answered together looked contritely down at the floor. Grace pulled the girls, face first over the kitchen table, exposing their purplish butts.

“I see your father didn’t approve. Well I don’t either.” She reached over for a the bottle of menthol oil sitting next to the table. “I think this will help you remember the importance of your modesty.”

She poured a little bit on Lucy’s left cheek then began to work it around with her hand. “Ouch, owwwe, ahhh, estttts sniff AHHHHHHHHHH! IT BURNS! Lucy cried out.

Grace added more oil then worked it around the other cheek, between the cheeks and down between their legs. When she got done, she let Lucy up. “Go get an old bathing suit for both of you then get right back here! And no rubbing!” She commanded as she went to work on Laura’s behind.

Laura took it even worst than Lucy; eliciting the same cries of mercy, but also bucking around considerably more. Grace ended up giving her half a dozen hand spanks to ‘settle’ her back down.

Lucy returned with two old bikini bathing suits, still unaware what her mom wanted them for. Grace laid the bottoms on the table next to Laura then poured some of the oil suits, completely covering the crotch and back portions. Once the oil soaked in, she handed a bottom to each girl. “You can wear these for the rest of the weekend.” The girls reluctantly pulled the bottoms up their legs and over the tender flesh. The fire from the oil hadn’t let up yet, encouraging their bottoms to wiggle about. Grace then handed over the matching tops. “Put these on then get a t-shirt. I expect you both back here in 2 minutes to set the table.”

The girls scampered off to their room, covering their breasts with the bathing suit top with one hand while pulling back the bottom off their behinds. Grace washed the reminents of the oil off her hands before removing dinner from the stove. “Skinny dipping! Wow.” Grace mumbled under her breath. “For how smart they are, they sure do some dumb stuff.”

Laura appeared in an old high school t-shirt about a minute and a half later. “Where’s Lucy?” Grace asked.

“Ah, I think she went to the bathroom.” Laura replied, keeping up as much of her ‘I’m a repentent little girl’ look as possible.

Grace closed her eyes briefly and shook her head a little. “One day she’ll learn,” she thought. “Well get the table set. The tell your father that dinner is ready,” Grace told Laura.

Lucy appeared just as Laura left to get their father. “I said 2, not 10 minutes.” Grace said as the last dish was set on the table.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” Lucy said in a softer but higher pitch voice than normal.

“And wash your bottom?” Grace asked. Lucy instinctively started to blush a little more.

“No,” She lied. A fresh tear trickled down the right side of her face.

“You know better than to lie to me!” Grace said forcefully. Just then Laura returned with John in tow. “You to start go ahead and start, Lucy and I need to talk.” Grace ushered her daughter back to the kitchen. John took his usual seat at the head of the table, while Laura attempted sit down on only the mid-part of her thighs then braced herself up with the table. The odd, and slightly uncomfortable position allowed her to keep the major portion of her rear end off the seat, while appearing to sit. It was an acrobatic maneuver both girls had perfected over the years. They always seemed to get spanking before dinner, rather than afterwards.

Laura could hear some muffled voices from the kitchen followed by the water running and a little rustling. She took some rice and green beans and chicken, mostly at the instance of her father. She was just bringing the first bite to her mouth when she heard a low swish then a muffled cry. The sound made her jump a little, dropping the food back to her plate.  She instantly knew what was happening in the kitchen, and was thoroughly glad she hadn’t joined Lucy in the bathroom.

The muffled swishes and cries continued at a good pace for the next five minutes. Every cry was a little louder than the previous one, causing Laura cringe a little bit each time. She still managed to get through half of her bowl before her mother returned to the dinning room, sans Lucy.

“Lucy decided to skip dinner and just go straight to bed once she finishes the dishes. Laura, you can join her once you wash these dishes.” Grace said to Laura. “So honey, how was your day?”

Laura just kinda sat there in silence while her parents carried on a typical dinner conversation. She ate, even though she had no appetite. After 25 minutes, her parents finally finished, allowing her to clear the table and wash the few remaining dishes. Lucy had returned to their room well before dinner finished. Bending over the sink caused the bikini bottoms to pull against Laura’s bottom, inciting a fresh burn now there. Twisting was even worst, feeling like another stroke was delivered to her bottom. Laura was lightly crying again by the time she finished the dishes and made her way to her room.

Laura found Lucy was laying face down on her own bed, with her bottom pointing up in the air. Laura took the same pose in the other bed.

“I am NEVER skinny dipping again!” Lucy cried to her sister.

“I agree,” Laura echoed. “Mom wash your mouth out with soap for lying?”

“Sniff. Yea, then re-oiled my bottom before using the chopstick on it.”

“Ouch. Sorry sis. I could hear some of your cries from the dinning room.”

“That was with the soap still in my mouth. Halfway through Mom threatened to put some oil inside if I didn’t settle down. I don’t know how that would have helped my wiggling.” Both girls chuckled at the remark before drifting off to sleep. The swimming earlier had drained all their energy. Of course the events since hadn’t helped either.