Atonement Ch 13
The next day, I got a call from Will. Our patience had paid off. They had taken
the bait. Time to roll. I met Will at the park in Great Falls. He handed me a
video tape.
"You sure you want to do this?"
I took the tape. "Just make sure you and Henry are at the front door when I give
the signal. And make sure Jim has something like a mirror to flash when I wave
my hand."
"He'll be ready. He says that there has been a lot of coming and going
recently," said Will opening up a laptop. He pulled up several image files. "We
took these this morning."
The pictures were of people exiting cars. Brussard and Laroche were in one car.
In another picture Anna Klochek and Libby Mason got out of a car together. A
second picture showed them walking. Anna had her arm around Libby's waist
possessively and Libby's head leaned against the taller woman's shoulder. I
looked at Will.
"There's a complication I didn't anticipate, but it perhaps explains her
motive." I had guessed that Libby had sold out her dad. Ever since I had seen
the video capture of Libby at the commune, I had known Libby had not been
kidnapped or mistreated because in that shot she had been wearing the psuedo
military uniform of a Lictor.
We came up on the back of the property through the dense forest that made the
mini mansion so isolated and private. At the edge of a broad lawn I waited. With
binoculars I could see the back of the house clearly. There was a patio
surrounding a pool with outdoor chairs and a circular table with a big umbrella.
The scene and furnishings were fairly typical of a wealthy man's country
retreat--except for the whipping frame set up on the patio.
Several people exited some French doors. There was Chrossman in a purple robe
with red chevrons on it, the most ornate I had seen. There was Laroche and
Brussard in green and a younger man in gray. Each man was accompanied by a
pretty girl in Handmaiden garb, the brief Greek tunic made of some thin white
diaphonous material. The scene reminded me of "Fire Maidens from Outer Space"
and dozens of bad biblical epics.
Then came Anna and Libby in their Lictor garb--tight stretch pants, black boots,
a white blouse. Libby had a young woman by the arm and Anna led a young man
along. Both were stark naked and their hands were bound behind them, wrist to
elbow. Two male lictors followed carrying what looked like switches. The robed
"brethren" seated themselves in deck chairs. Obviously, they were going to
watch. Anna spoke to Libby and she seated herself on a sturdy wooden bench while
Anna waited, holding each naked supplicant by the arm. Chrossman spoke to the
two and they shook their heads, nodding reluctantly in assent.
The woman was first. She was a petite blonde with a voluptuous figure. Libby
tipped her over her lap until her fanny was poised right over Libby's left knee
and her face was inches from the patio. Anna handed Libby what looked like a
small oval paddle. She pressed it against the jutting globes of the young
woman's seat for a moment, then she began to spank the woman. The spanks were
sharp smacks delivered to alternate cheeks of the woman's behind in a steady
tattoo. While she spanked, Libby held the woman's hands bound by a thong in the
small of her back. After several minutes the penitent started to kick and squirm
in obvious reaction to the heat being generated by the little paddle. Anna said
something to Libby who nodded and concluded the chastisement with ten final
smacks, delivered more forcefully and slowly. Each one elicited a shrill yelp
from the woman. When it was over they lifted her up and led her off to the side.
Then Anna led the young man to Libby's left side. The result of his having
watched his partner's spanking was obvious. His hard cock was practically in
Libby's face.
Libby spoke to him, sharply it looked like, and took his hard member in her
hand. His knees buckled slightly and he nodded sheepishly and answered her. It
looked like he was trying to explain or make excuses. She shook her head and,
pulling on his stiff member, hauled him face down across her knees. She gripped
his hands where they were tied and proceeded to deliver a stinging spanking with
the oval paddle. It went on for several minutes and she spanked his bottom
rapidly and hard. He jerked and squirmed across her lap as she tanned his fanny
quite thoroughly. The cracking sounds drifted across the lawn and we could hear
his sputtered yelps of distress toward the end.
She let him up. His cock was still hard. The two guards took the woman and
untied her then led her over to the frame. It was a leaning frame with rails
like an easel that met at an apex. There was a padded horizontal bar at pelvic
height that made the woman's buttocks jut back lewdly when they fastened her
ankles to the rails and her wrists to the apex. At Anna's direction a male
Lictor handed Libby a switch. She swooshed it through the air then took a
position behind the fettered blonde. Libby gave the blonde a wristy rapid-fire
switching across her writhing buttocks that lasted for several minutes. We could
hear the blonde squeal. Then Anna gave a command and she stopped.
While the blonde writhed around on the frame, They took the man and secured him
to the frame right behind the woman. He was pressed up against her backside, her
buttocks mashed against his groin. In amazement we watched as Libby reached
between his legs and guided his stiff penis into the woman's vagina. She arched
her buttocks a little to make the angle right for insertion. He then
straightened and drove himself up to the hilt as the blonde shuddered with
apparent pleasure.
At a command from Libby the couple began to fuck. The man drove his shaft into
the woman in long slow strokes. She humped, pushing her buttocks back against
him in response. Libby walked behind him with a switch in hand. If he sped up,
she whipped him with the switch, one, two, three strokes. Then he'd slow down
again. The torture was exquisite. If he got close to climax, he got his butt
switched, but the long slow screw poised on the edge of climax was driving the
couple out of their minds. When the blonde picked up the tempo of their humping,
the man was powerless to stop her. He'd speed up and take a dozen licks right
across the ass before he could slow down. All the time Anna was giving Libby
direction.
I now understood what was going on. It was a training session for Libby. They
were going to make her a Lictor in the Church. Well, I thought, time to go. The
writhing couple had finally been allowed to finish and their humping was
building to a furious climax as I emerged from the forest.
The man and woman both stiffened as they came together, bodies banging, sweating
and moaning in the throes of orgasm. I clapped as I strode across the lawn.
"Bravo! Bravo! Absolutely terrific!" I exhorted as I approached the seated
spectators and participants.
Brussard and Laroche looked at me, startled. Chrossman just looked like he'd
eaten something disagreeable. "Who in the hell are you?" shouted an angry
Chrossman. "This is private property and you're guilty of criminal trespass!"
"I know who he is," fumed Anna. "He's a shyster lawyer who keeps sticking his
nose into our business."
"Nice to see you too again, Ms Klochek," I said with a smile, striding up onto
the patio. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Rollin Hand. I'm an attorney. I
represent Henry Mason." I turned to Libby. "Your dad's been awfully worried
about you, Libby. It's good to see that you've just been out having fun." Libby
gasped.
"I don't care who you think you are," thundered Chrossman, "I'm going to have my
security staff throw you out."
Anna Klochek chimed in, "Please, Reverend Noah, let me interrogate him first.
We're old friends." To me she said, "Didn't our previous talk make any
impression Mister Hand? We must have another chat, it seems." Then she motioned
to Frick and Frack, the beefy male Lictors.
Laroche started to say something to Chrossman. He looked worried. I held up my
hand as the two male Lictors started my way. "We're being watched, gentlemen. So
let's all be polite." A light flashed from the trees as I waved. They stopped,
unsure. Chrossman motioned for them to back off. "Now, I suggest we move inside.
I know you have something that belongs to my client. I want to see it."
"Why should we show you anything?" demanded Laroche.
"Because," I said, holding up a video tape, "a lot of people would find the
activities at the Church's Goshen commune very interesting."
The three seated men conferred in low whispers. Laroche spoke up. "This is a
civil matter, Mr Hand, involving Henry Mason's invention. We will see you in
court."
"Well, Mr Laroche, burglary is a criminal matter last time I looked. So is
prostitution. It's punishable by flogging in Pendleton County. Did you know
that? But of course you do--" I hit my head with the heel of my hand a la Steve
Martin. "The jail there is a Corpun facility. Then there's ah," I said, ticking
things off on my fingers, "fraud, kidnapping,...." I started towards the door.
Chrossman rose to stop me. "You can't go in there."
I pushed past him through the double French doors into a large bare room, almost
like a ballroom. In the middle of the floor was the machine that I had seen at
Henry's. Next to it was the one I had seen at the compound at Goshen. A young
man of about 21 was at the console of the copy. Wires snaked from Henry's
machine to the copy and code flashed on both monitors in a rapid sequence. A
download was in progress. Chrossman folded his arms and glared at me. "Trey
Brussard, I presume?" The kid looked up with a shocked expression on his face. I
jerked the connecting cable out of its socket. The monitor went black.
"Your dad is the mechanical engineer but you're the software guy, right? And you
needed the code to make the copy run right." His expression betrayed him. I was
right on the money. Trey looked at his dad for help. He held his palm up and
shook his head.
Laroche addressed me. "This is perfectly legal, Mr Hand. We were given
permission to remove that machine by Mr Mason's daughter."
"Really. That's convenient." I put my hand in my pocket and pressed the button
on a tiny transmitter. "I wonder if Mr Mason would agree with you. By the way,
you look ridiculous in that getup."
Chrossman spoke up. "We had every reason to believe that Libby Mason was acting
on her father's behalf," he huffed.
I regarded Chrossman with a fixed stare. "Was that before or after Ms Klochek
here seduced her?" I said jerking my head towards a fuming Anna Klochek. Libby
just gaped at me. "What did they promise you, that you could be Anna's special
assistant? Was today a little training session? And all you did was let them
into the house to, ah, borrow the machine while stepmom and dad were being led
on some wild goose chase looking for you."
"I can assure you Ms Mason has chosen to join this Church and is a full
member...," Chrossman started but I cut him off.
"But Rev, she missed all the fun stuff, you know, spankings from the housemother
with the rest of the novices, a session or two in the Punishment Hut, a couple
of Handmaiden gigs with CEO's of big contributors--oh--and let's not forget The
Big Initiation. Did she do all that? She was promoted to Lictor awful quickly."
Chrossman appeared flustered--how could I know all that? From inside the house a
doorbell rang. "Better answer it," I said. But someone must have opened it. The
next thing I heard was Henry's booming voice as he and Jim and Will burst
through the door. As he made his way into the room, cane thumping on the floor
his eyes fell simultaneously on the machines and on Libby.
"Libby! Thank God you're all right!"
"I'm ok dad," she said sheepishly.
"But we were worried sick. We thought you'd been kidnapped."
"I'm really ok, dad, and I wasn't kidnapped. I thought it would be OK," she said
anxiously, "Father Noah said your machine should be dedicated to the good of
mankind, that it was immoral for you to keep it hidden and I..."
"Then what...so who?" Henry started, confused. I stopped him. I explained the
whole thing. How Libby had been seduced, first by the church, then by Anna
Klochek. I could see Henry getting madder and madder, glaring at Anna Klochek,
Laroche and Chrossman. I could also see that he was angry at Libby.
"I know you're angry, Henry, but they did set out to seduce Libby, and after
all, she's only a kid." That seemed to mollify Henry somewhat.
"Let's go, Libby," he growled, taking his daughter's arm. "And you," he said to
Laroche, "I'll see you in court."
As Henry stormed out, I turned to Laroche and company. "Well, guys, let's pack
this stuff up. We rented the truck by the hour. Oh, and you'd better let those
two down out there." Everyone had forgotten about the couple at the whipping
frame. Left alone, they were starting to go at it again. Must have been all the
excitement.
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Henry told me to come out later that evening. We had to map out our demands. And
he alluded to another matter that required my attendance. I already had made an
appointment for the next day to see Martin Creel, Corpun's lawyer. When I
arrived, the crew hired by Will was unloading Henry's machine. Henry stood in
the hallway, leaning on his cane. He looked tired.
"It will be awhile before I get it put back together," he said, carefully
watching the crew. "No telling how much they have screwed up the programming."
He motioned to me. "We have several things to discuss. In my office." I followed
Henry into a spacious study. Inside was a desk piled high with books, drawings
and diagrams. He sat behind the desk, motioning for me to sit.
"What do think our negotiating posture should be when we meet with Corpun
tomorrow?"
"That's easy. Their total capitulation on any rights to the invention, damages
for various torts--I'd say about 5 million dollars. If you want to grant them a
license it's up to you, but I'd go with an exclusive to Nike. We'll agree to no
publicity. That's about it."
"You think they'll pay that?"
"Yes, I do. And by now they will have watched the tape I left on the coffee
table. They'll pay."
"Well, Rollin, let's hope you are correct. I must say, your efforts in my behalf
have gone beyond the call of duty. You found my daughter and got my machine
back. And you have exposed that nest of snakes called the Church of Atonement
for what they really are. Do you think they'll insist on no publicity---why I'd
like to expose those sons of..."
"Henry, it's going to be one of those compromises none of us like, but if you
want a settlement of this magnitude..." I left it hanging. I didn't like it
either, but it was that or an ugly court fight with Henry's daughter dragged
into it.
"I'll do it. The last thing I want is Libby paraded around in court like
some...some..."
"I know, Henry. You have fought hard to protect her."
"I did, but she's not going to get off scot free. We have a little appointment
in the parlor. I want you to be there. You're entitled. You suffered because of
her foolishness. Come with me."
I followed Henry into the library. Jessica was there, seated in an armchair,
waiting. Celeste and Mary Beth were there also. There was an armless chair in
the middle of the room with a paddle lying on the seat. In a corner of the room
there was a young woman standing with her back to us. It was Libby. She was
wearing a dress, the kind a girl might wear to Sunday school, a sort of little
girl's frock. Henry took a seat at his desk. He ignored Libby who had begun to
fidgit when we came in.
Libby, hearing us enter, whined from the corner, "Can I say something, daddy? It
is ridiculous to make me stand here wearing this little girl dress--this is
embarrassing. I'm not some little kid and--"
"Silence!" Thundered Henry. "We will get to you in due course. For now you just
stand there and think about all the trouble and grief you have caused everyone."
Libby stamped her foot, but closed her mouth.
"As I said, I will do this legal settlement so that Libby will not be made into
some public spectacle." I nodded. Henry continued. "But that does not finish the
matter. Celeste and Mary Beth, I know you were subjected to some very rough
treatment personally and it pains me to know that Libby was the cause. So Libby
is going to be punished. Here. Now."
"Daddy!" wailed Libby, turning around. "Please, not in front of all these
people!"
"Why not Libby? Mary Beth and Celeste were whipped--whipped with a vicious
martinet--all because of you. And what about Mr Hand? He found you and made it
possible for me to extract you from a very dangerous situation." Then Henry
addressed me. "Rollin, Mary Beth and Celeste, I need your assistance and
frankly, justice demands it. I would like for the three of you to do something
for me since I fear I'm unable to do it properly myself."
We waited for him to finish.
"I want you to give Libby a sound spanking. I mean a good one. With that
paddle." Henry gestured toward the paddle lying across the seat of the chair. It
was a rectangular paddle with a business end about 3"x 10" and made of some
synthetic material.
Libby really wailed. "Daddeeee! No!!"
"Libby my child, you have this coming. These people suffered because of you, and
it is they who should dole out your punishment." To Celeste and Mary Beth he
said, "You two were whipped--how many lashes was it?"
"Thirty," said Mary Beth through gritted teeth. Her arms were folded and her
expression was serious. "And it hurt like bloody hell," added Celeste, glaring
at Libby. Both girls were justifiably very angry at their sorority sister.
"So now it is time to pay the piper for your reckless and foolish behavior,
Libby. It was actually your sorority sisters here who suggested this. Apparently
the sorority paddle is still in use in your organization, am I right?"
Both girls nodded. "Pledges get paddled and members can too, upon a vote of the
sisterhood," added Celeste.
Henry continued. "So it is fitting, Libby. You will receive 30 licks from each
of these people given to you however they want to do it. When I turn this over
to them, you will obey their instructions, do you understand?" Libby pleaded,
"Please, no, daddy, no. I'll do anything, just not that---please."
"Libby, you are my darling daughter and I love you, but you must now accept that
you must endure this punishment at the hands of the people you injured. So I
don't want to hear another word until we are done here." Libby didn't say
anything. She just shuffled her feet, looking at the floor. "Mary Beth, if you
will, pick up the paddle--and use it."
Mary Beth did not have to be told twice. She walked over to the chair and hefted
the paddle. She moved it aside and said, "Come on Libby. Let's go. I want you to
bend over right here. Hands on your knees." With a resigned sigh Libby
approached the chair. She was a short girl, with closely cropped brown hair and
a curvy figure. She was maybe a bit bottom heavy, but with her thin waist the
shape was all the more alluring. She stood next to Mary Beth told her to lift
her skirt and bend over. With a stifled groan Libby took the hem of her dress
and lifted it. All Libby had on underneath were bikini panties that didn't cover
much. The bent over posture thrust her bottom cheeks out making an attractive
target for the paddle.
Mary Beth took a stance to the side and measured her distance laying the paddle
flat against Libby's nicely rounded ass. Libby flinched as she felt the cold
blade of the paddle touch her nearly nude seat. Mary Beth drew back to deliver a
full arm swing and brought the paddle down full force. The loud CRACK! flattened
Libby's hind cheeks and she let out a yell. Mary Beth was determined. She placed
crack after stinging crack on Libby's ample buttocks causing Libby to plead and
wail.
"You know, Libby I pleaded with that woman not to whip me so
hard , but she kept on anyway . So now you just grin and bare
it, girl "
"Oww!...oooh!...Mary Beth!....please...I didn't know!...Ow!..."
At the end of the thirty licks, Libby was sobbing. Mary Beth, having finished,
offered the paddle to Celeste who took it in a firm grip. Libby had risen and
was rubbing her butt. "Please, oh, please, Celeste. I've had enough, c'mon..."
But Celeste wasn't having any of it. "Back down Libby and stick it out. You're
getting thirty from me good and hard."
Celeste paddled her with sharp wristy smacks that came closer together. Her
buttocks constantly jiggled under the barrage of smacks and she shuffled her
feet. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" she cried under the stinging paddle swats. Celeste was not
going easy. When she was done with her thirty she offered the paddle to me. I
shook my head. I grabbed the chair that had been moved aside, spun it around and
sat down. Libby was standing there, tears in her eyes rubbing her flaming ass.
"I'm just going to use my hand, Libby, but I want you over my knee. This was a
childish stunt and to me you have acted like a spoiled child. So you are going
to get a good spanking from me." Henry nodded with approval. I glanced at
Jessica and she flashed me a big smile back. "C'mon Libby, over my lap." I
patted my legs.
Libby approached me and lowered herself across my knee, bottoms up. I flipped
back the little skirt and rested my hand on her bottom. It was hot.
"You know, Libby, your friends were whipped nude, but they even let you keep
your panties on. Well, I'm not." And I grabbed her panties and jerked them off
down to her knees. She shrieked in protest. "You can't! No! Not bare, not bare!"
"Yes he can, Libby," bellowed Henry. "Go ahead, Rollin. I want you to tan her
little butt until it glows."
I need no second invitation. The memory of Anna Klochek's whip came back to me
and I proceeded to give Libby a bare butt tanning that I was sure she would
remember for quite awhile. I smacked from one cheek of her curvy fanny to the
other in a solid barrage of smacks that had Libby squealing and kicking her
legs. Her ass was spanked to a flaming red, almost purple by the time I was
through, and she was crying and blubbering and pleading for forgiveness. I
stopped and looked at Henry again. He was smiling in satisfaction. I looked at
Jessica. She was smiling with approval--and something else. It looked like
desire to me.
All Libby could do was sob "Yes, sir" to Henry's post spanking scolding. I took
my leave, but not before Jessica had pulled me aside. "She needed that. She is
spoiled and Henry put up with it for far too long." Then she stood back and eyed
me curiously. She said, "My you give thorough spankings. I wouldn't want to be
over your knee when you're angry." But you know, the way she said it, it sounded
more like an invitation to do just that.
