Atonement Chapter 9
Each of the four were made to stand on the small squares laid out like a diamond
in the center of the large hut. The robed figures took seats behind a
semicircular desk on a raised dias like some grim scene from the Inquisition.
The figure in the center addressed the four.
"Your devotion to the Church, novice sisters and brother, has been called into
question. Therefore to ascend to the next level, you will have to prove
yourselves worthy."
We wondered what had happened. Had Lisa been found out? Had she tried to talk
Elaine into leaving and had been overheard? Clearly it was Bill's objective to
extricate Elaine from this cult, but all of us had known that given the
psychology of an impressionable newcomer, Elaine might not want to leave. And we
knew it would not help to go charging in. That could even backfire. All we could
do was to watch the bizarre scene unfold on its own.
His next command was startling in its simplicity and menace. "Disrobe.
Completely."
The four stood still like they were in shock.
"You have heard the order of Confessor Steven," said Anna Klochek harshly. "Take
off all your clothes. Immediately." This was a different attitude from the
Church of Atonement. No longer a warm and fuzzy guilt remission or even a fair
and just penalty for some minor transgression, this sounded like these novices
were in for something serious.
Confessor Steven. Well that meant that it wasn't Chrossman, the big cheese. I
wondered where he was, and where Libby was, but it would have to wait.
Looking at one another nervously, the four began to strip. The women were very
attractive. Lisa was petite and athletic. Elaine was taller and long-waisted but
had wide hips and nice legs. The redhead whose name I didn't know was slender
and willowy with a smallish top but a full and round pouty derriere. The guy was
handsome--brown curly hair, a medium build, maybe kind of thin. All of them
clearly met the cult standard for attractiveness. Why did this cult accept only
good looking people?
After a few anxious moments of clothes being discarded, the four stood there
naked and shivering. Under the gaze of the five hooded figures they stood there
waiting and casting nervous glances about the room. The head "Confessor" then
spoke, "Alicia Cole, you were discovered consorting with this young man, Curt
Smoltz. This was forbidden except pursuant to a ritual atonement, novice sister.
You were aware of this rule, were you not?"
"I-I...er yes, sir," squeaked Alicia.
"And you, novice brother," said the robed figure, turning to Curt, "you knew it
was forbidden to touch a sister except as ordered by your house matron or your
group facilitators." It was not a question.
"Ah...well, we thought...," he started then sagged and gave up. "Yes, we knew
the rule."
"The pleasure that remits the necessary pain of atonement is for us and us alone
to permit. By taking it upon yourselves to engage in these relations you have
violated a strict rule of our order. You must be punished for this. Do you
accept your just punishment for this infraction?"
Both Curt and Alicia looked at each other for a moment then nodded.
"Very well. Sister Anna will punish you properly as befits your offense. You
will obey her without hesitation."
Anna Klochek strode to the center of the room and spoke to the two. "Both of
you, stand in front of those boxes with the T-bars. Do it now," she barked.
"Quickly."
Curt and Alicia walked up to the T-bars. They stepped into holes in the boxes.
The way the T-bars were arranged, they faced each other, about 6 feet apart.
"Sister" Klocheck's assistants slid a slat into the rear of each box effectively
locking them in. Anna walked to the wall and selected a wooden paddle, about 18"
long and 4" wide. It was made of some composite about a quarter of an inch
thick. She walked behind Alicia who could only stand there, trembling.
"Bend over and grab the bar, both of you" she ordered. They obeyed. Given the
bar's height, they were bent at a 90 degree angle at the hips. "Look in each
other's eyes now," commanded the blonde with the paddle. She tapped Alicia's
seat with the paddle. It looked like she flinched. Then Anna drew her arm back
and delivered a scorching swat to Alicia's tender bottom. The sound of the
paddle landing on resilient bare female fanny was like a loud gunshot. Alicia's
fanny wobbled with the impact and she screamed in pain. "Hold on to the bar,"
cautioned Anna, and she laid on another ferocious crack with the paddle. Alicia
cried out again. At the third hard shot she let go and half stood up.
"P-please, I can't... " she wailed.
"You will," said Anna coldly. "Now BEND OVER!"
A reluctant Alicia bent over, presenting her hindquarters to receive the kiss of
the paddle once again. She gripped the bar tightly. Anna took carefully measured
aim with the paddle and drew back her arm. The paddle whooshed through the air
in an arc and landed flat across the crowns of Alicia's sit spot.
CRACK! Her bottom wobbled and she let out a pitiful cry.
The paddle whooshed again and landed with a loud SMACK!
"Oh...oh....oh.." was all Alicia could bleat.
Then the blonde mistress moved over to behind Curt and tapped his buttocks with
the paddle. He jumped as he felt the touch of the wood. "Hold on. Look straight
ahead--into her eyes, so she will see your pain." Curt gritted his teeth,
steeling himself for the ordeal.
She administered five hard shots to Curt's buttocks, spaced about ten seconds
apart. Curt hissed and grunted in pain as each searing lick landed, but had the
fortitude not to let go.
His eyes, like those of Alicia had welled up with tears.
Both Curt and Alicia were breathing heavily wincing with pain. Anna Klochek
paced slowly back over to Alicia. She took her stance behind Alicia and to her
right. Five more times the wicked paddle cracked down onto Alicia's ass-- now a
flaming red. The girl was starting to cry now. She fought to hold onto the bar.
Then Curt took five more hard licks. He hissed through his teeth at the awful
sting of the hard paddle smacking his defenseless buttocks.
Anna Klocheck walked between them. Their eyes followed her nervously. They dared
not let go of the bar and remained bent over, their painfully reddened bare
bottoms on lurid display.
"You may rise," she told them. "Bring the frame," she said motioning to her
assistants. The two other women moved smartly to do her bidding. From a
storeroom in the back they wheeled into the center of the room a contraption
that looked like a stepladder with padded crosspieces on both sides and braces
between the two inclined frames that formed an A-shaped apparatus.
"Secure them," she ordered, "and prepare a pleasure pad for the female." I saw
one assistant smirk at this order. They unlocked the T-bars and brought the pair
to the frame. Curt was secured straight up leaning along the inclined runners. I
noticed that his penis was partly turgid and it bobbed as he moved. They secured
Alicia to the frame and then brought in a padded crosspiece that had a stout
looking rubber dildo secured to it, pointing straight up. Alicia's eyes grew
wide as the guard positioned the rubber phallus at the entrance to her quim.
There was some sort of internal slider mechanism on the ladder turned by a
crank. As Anna Klochek turned the handle, the dildo slid into Alicia's pussy.
She moaned, partly in embarrassment and partly in pleasure. The next command was
even more electrifying.
"Bend over Alicia, and take Curt's penis into your mouth. Do it now girl," she
barked, noting Alicia's hesitation. Alicia looked around the room, wild eyed.
"Take his cock in your mouth girl," Sister Anna barked. Alicia gingerly slid the
glans of his penis between her lips. Curt visibly stiffened. "Now pleasure him,"
Anna commanded. Alicia started sucking on Curt's penis, running her lips up and
down the shaft. At the same time she rocked her pelvis, impaling herself on the
dildo and rubbing her clit against the rough textured base.
We watched the scene completely enthralled. After paddling the two miscreants
the mysterious robed figures were ordering them to do the very thing that got
them into trouble. Alicia was giving Curt a noisy and vigorous blow job. Wet
slurping sounds were clearly audible as was Curt's moaning as he involuntarily
rocked his hips in time to Alicia's sucking.
In the middle of all this, Anna Klochek nodded to her two assistants who walked
over to the wall and selected a pair of leather plaited switches. They moved
behind the pair bound to the frame. Curt and Alicia froze momentarily when they
felt the tapered switches touch their tender bottoms.
"No one told you to stop," said "Sister" Klochek. "You will now be switched and
while you are being punished you will continue what you are doing. And...", she
paused for effect, "the switching will not stop until you both reach climax."
Alicia shuddered but resumed the slurping blow job with a renewed sense of
urgency. Curt moaned and pumped his hips. Klochek's two female assistants drew
back their arms.
Swick! Swick! Swick! The licks from the switches fell rapidly--brisk wristy
strokes that landed on both sets of squirming buttocks. Alicia screamed shrilly,
and for a moment Curt's turgid cock popped out of her mouth and bobbed obscenely
before Alicia could gather herself and resume. Curt's hips jerked each time the
switch landed, forcing his shaft deeper into Alicia's mouth. She made glugging
sounds and writhed on the upright dildo as the stinging whicks of the switch
tortured her well-reddened fanny. The switching went on for several minutes. It
must have been an exquisite torture for the pair, poised on the cusp of sexual
climax while being whipped. Their movements grew more frantic until Curt moaned
loudly and his whole body stiffened. We could see the spasms of climax making
his body jerk like a puppet on a string. All the while Alicia pumped her hips
shamelessly and sucked Curt's cock with abandon. She too stiffened and her body
quivered spasmodically, jerking around on the impaling dildo. Anna commanded the
whippers to stop. Both Alicia and Curt hung limply on the frame, totally spent.
The "chief inquisitor" spoke.
"Pleasure to soothe the pain of atonement is for we and we alone to decree. Do
you now understand this?"
Both Alicia and Curt managed a weak "yes".
"Release them," he said, "and return them to their quarters."
Another attendant released the pair from the frame and helped them get their
clothes on. Without another word they were led out. Attention turned to Elaine
and Lisa.
"You have been overheard," said the cowled figure, "discussing erroneous
doctrine, voicing doubts as to the authenticity of the word of Reverend
Chrossman. You are leading each other astray."
Lisa spoke up. "N-no, sir, we're not..we believe in the, ah, holy church
doctrine. We..."
"Silence, child. Do not deny these things. And you, novice Elaine, do you deny
speaking about these things?"
"Ah...you see, well we talked, and maybe..."
"You see my children, and you are children in the eyes of the church, these
thoughts, these doubts, talk of running away, it is the Evil One tempting you.
Do you see that?" His voice was softer now, soothing. It was a tone of concern
for their spiritual well-being.
Lisa did not want to blow her cover. Maybe she needed more time to work on
Elaine. But someone had heard something and reported them. She took a deep
breath and said, "We are sorry sir, ah, Stephen and we..."
"That is good child, for you can atone for your wayward thoughts, before this
assembly, and return to your home in our midst. Do you accept the cleansing
punishment of atonement, wayward sisters?"
Lisa and Elaine looked at each other. Lisa knew there was no way out of this. We
watched transfixed as she said "yes".
"Your punishment will be different. We will use the machines. Bring two machines
to the center of the square," said Stephen to Anna Klochek's two male
assistants. So the machine was operative, I thought.
The two moved to do his bidding and dragged a pair of machines into the square.
I saw immediately it was not exact, but a near copy of Henry's machine. The
machines consisted of a kneeling bench, like a leg curl bench in a health club,
with an upright enclosure to one side. An arm extended from the enclosure. There
was a console on the other side with electronic controls on it. It was lacking
the monitor and the laser range finder. I surmised that it was a mechanical
version of Henry's and lacked the sophisticated software. The girls eyed the
strange contraptions fearfully.
"For your penance you will be placed in the punishment machine until we feel
you have made proper atonement. Hans and Jorge," said Stephen, addressing the
two young men in the psuedo-military uniforms, "place these novices in the
mnachine and fit them with the leather paddles as Sister Anna directs."
The two men smiled, and procured the small leather oval paddles from hooks on
the wall. One took Lisa by the arm and the other took Elaine. Before the girls
could react, Hans and Jorge had taken them to the benches and had flipped the
two naked girls face down across the padded surface. Pinioning each securely
with a securing strap across the back and behind the knees, they inserted the
paddles into sockets on the arms and waited for a command to begin. The
flustered girls wriggled and twitched, their legs waving in the air. Hans and
Jorge each fiddled with the controls. There was a whirring sound as the arms
moved the paddles to press them squarely against the sweet spot on each girl's
bottom. When the calibration had been finished, each man nodded to Anna. Anna
produced an hourglass with sand in it and set it on a low table in front of the
girls.
"When I turn the glass over, start the machine. When the sands run out, you will
stop it." Lisa and Elaine stared at the glass in alarm. We looked at each other
with a grimace. There was a lot of sand in that hourglass. "You may begin," she
said, flipping over the hourglass.
Hans and Jorge each pushed a button. The machine began to make a whirring noise
and each arm drew back. The articulated arms moved with surprising speed and
fluidity and commenced a brisk smacking of the girls' fannies. The splat of
leather on female behinds resounded through our monitors. Lisa had closed her
eyes and was trying to endure her whacking stoically. Elaine was squirming and
emitting little yelps. The paddles, I noticed did not look all that severe. The
leather hit with a dull whop, which had the sound of a bedroom slipper. Still,
it must have stung. It was certainly embarrassing for young women in their
twenties to be secured nude across the pads to have their fannies smacked like
children. And to be sure they were getting a good smacking. The paddles cracked
down causing bottoms to jiggle and legs to flail. Elaine had the fuller bottom
and the paddle caused definite ripples in the flesh when it struck. Lisa's fanny
was smaller and more muscled, but it too was getting a sound tanning under the
rapid fire barrage of smacks from the spanking machine. When the sand finally
ran out 5 minutes later, both sets of bottomcheeks were a hot pink color.
"You have both been prepared--now for your real punishment," said the chief
inquisitor. "Fit the machines with number 2 switches."
Elaine and Lisa reacted with startled surprise that the ordeal was not over.
They craned their necks trying to see what Hans and Jorge were selecting from
the wall. The men each took a thin rod made of some synthetic material. It could
have been fiberglass or a hard whippy plastic. They locked these implements into
the sockets on the machines, and went through the calibration routine again.
"Now my little novices," said Anna with an evil smirk, "now you will discover
what atonement is really all about." To the men she said, "Set it for three
minutes on rapid automatic, intensity level 7." I didn't like the sound of that.
Was 10 the highest?
When the settings had been made she said, "All right. Begin."
Lisa gritted her teeth. Elaine lowered her head. The machine arms pivoted and
whipped the switches down. They landed with a crisp splat! against the girl's
backsides. Then in the blink of an eye, whick! whick! whick! the switches fell
hard and fast. The girls' reaction was immediate.
"Ow...yow...hooo...make it stop...please, it hurts!" Both girls yelped and cried
at the sudden fiery onslaught. They wiggled their backsides and kicked their
legs as much as the straps would allow. It looked like the degree of pain
imparted to their seats by the rapid switching was something they were totally
unprepared for. Anna Klochek and the robed Confessors gazed on in stoney silence
as the girls blubbered and pleaded for mercy. For three awful minutes the
relentless machines whipped the wriggling buttocks of the unfortunate girls.
Thin red lines merged into a mass of fiery welts as the switches' constant
whick! whick! whick! traversed from the top of the thighs to past the crowns of
their tender seats and then back down again. At three minutes the machines
abruptly stopped. Lisa and Elaine were sobbing and crying in pain.
"I trust you now see the error of your ways, my novice sisters. I hope we will
not have to punish you in this way again."
"Y-yes, sir. Oh no you won't," said Lisa. "Please let us go?"
"After you have experienced a more personal touch," said Confessor Steven,
smiling. The smarmy bastard, he was enjoying this. To Hans and Jorge he said,
"Put them on the pleasure frame--use the deerskin floggers. Make them cum."
Hans and Jorge lifted the blushing mortified girls to their feet. In the
meantime, two sets of a different looking apparatus were being wheeled into
place. Each looked like a frame with a waist high padded horizontal bar
extending from an upright post. On the end was a black rubber penis and a series
of nubs or ridges forward at the base of the dildo. Hans and Jorge led the girls
to each frame and made them straddle the bar impaled on the dildoes. They then
secured them lying lengthwise along the bar. Their hands were tied to the post.
This put them in a bent over posture with the bar supporting their tummies and
upper body while their bottoms arched out over the end of the bar, their feet
touching the ground. In this posture they could raise and lower themselves on
the phallic members and rub their clits against the little nubs.
With wrists secured to the post and feet in manacles both girls awaited the
whipping. Hans and Jorge under direction from Sister Klochek selected
multi-thonged floggers from the wall and approached the bound novices who were
tearfully looking over their shoulders. Perhaps it was the enforced nudity,
perhaps it was the heat from the childish spanking or the heat from the
switching, but both women were squirming and moving against the frames before
even the first lash fell.
I now understood. The whole idea had been to punish and to release sexual
pleasure at the same time, to blend the two together so that a penitent could
not tell where one ended and the other began. The command was given to commence
the flogging and the whips fell at measured intervals. The thongs spread out
across hot flushed bottoms that jerked at impact and bodies writhed against the
padded frames. As the whipping continued both women began to rock their
pelvises, humping the bar in an imitation of the love act, the delicious
friction driving them toward orgasm, spurred on by the steady application of the
lash. If they slowed down, a few lashes urged them to pleasure themselves
against the bar. After several minutes the flogging was halted. Both bottoms
were streaked with red and purple welts. Elaine and Lisa had squirmed furiously
and it looked like both had come to climax at least once. When they were
released, the end of each rubber phallus with its little nub was glistening with
slick fluid where their pussies had been.
"Now, novice sisters, you have been punished. Do you wish to return to your
group homes to resume your communion with our order?" said Stephen. I was
beginning to think of him as "Sir" Stephen at this point.
Both girls managed a weak "yes", probably more from exhaustion brought on by the
ordeal than anything else. In my mind we had another clue. The punishment hut
was a place of punishment and a place of conditioning--conditioning to associate
the pain of "atonement" with sexual pleasure. But to what end I wondered? I had
to put aside my musings though. What I needed was a closer look at the machine
in the other building. Was that one closer to Henry's final design? Had they
replicated it? This time there was no help for it--I was going to have to go in.
How to do it undetected, that was the question. As we watched the robed "elders"
or "elite" or whatever they were exit the hut, a plan began to form.
