BABY-SITTERS BEATING

We had trouble finding a baby-sitter that night. Our usual girl was on holiday but this event was too important to miss. "The Annual Law Society Ball" was a perfect opportunity for my wife Patricia to network. Having had nine months maternity leave she was busy building up her practice once more.

Carrie therefore came as a major relief. We didn't know her, but she was recommended by some friends. Seventeen years old, she studied at the local college and lived with her businessman father.

She arrived on time, and whilst Patricia gave her her instructions, I gazed happily at her. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but had a pretty face with a hint of puppy fat. She had shoulder length curly brown hair, pulled behind her ears, and stood about 5'7". She had a magnificent body. Large breasts pushed against her tight T-shirt, bordered by the straps of a small rucksack on her back. She wore a short skirt, beige tights and white block heeled trainers; her legs were pleasingly slim.

The ball was great fun and Pat was pleased with the business side of things. We returned home happy, and as I paid Carrie, Pat went straight upstairs. This gave me a chance to ogle Carries legs as she sat to put her shoes on. I was just about to give her a lift home when Patricia shouted down for us to stop. She charged downstairs and said angrily "Have you seen the ten pounds that was on the hall table?" Carrie shook her head.

"Well you won't mind if I look in your purse then." Pat said and promptly snatched it from a shocked Carries hand. Opening it up she pulled out two ten pound notes out and held them up to a fluorescent lamp we have in our hall. On one note could clearly be seen the word STOLEN.

I'm generally a trusting person, so I was shocked. Carrie squealed "That must be the one that Dr Williams gave me." I took both notes and inspected them.

"No." I said. "I recognise this one from the party. It has some writing on it. Carrie I'm disappointed. Even If I don't call the police I'll have to inform your father."

"No please don't tell daddy." Real panic now. Interesting.

"Why's that?" I asked.

Carrie paused. "Because I've done this before and Daddy said if I messed up again he'd send me away to boarding school for my last year."

"Well then we'll deal with this ourselves." This was Patricia. Without further ado she grabbed Carries arm and dragged her into the living room.

"What are you doing?" Carrie squealed.

"Be quiet." Patricia ordered. This was a side to her I had not seen before. She pulled Carrie to the sofa, sat down and pulled her over her knees. My God she was going to spank her! Pat pulled her short skirt up and began splatting Carries ample buttocks.

"Stop this, you can't do this to me." Carrie shrieked. "Ow! oooh!" She wriggled and squirmed and kicked her legs, bringing her arms behind to protect herself.

Pat pushed her arms away and said "Of course we can always call the police."

"No. Nooooo!" Her bottom was pinkening beneath the tights and her cheeks juddered marvellously with each spank. Patricia was not easing up. Her spanks were hard and brisk and poor Came didn't know what to do with herself. She writhed and squealed, pleading for mercy.

"You are a very naughty young girl and you deserve to be punished." Patricia told her. Suddenly she put her hand down the tights , grasped Carries pants, and with a vicious tug, ripped them up and off. Carrie shrieked with surprise and shame. Her bottom was now bare.

I had taken a seat opposite and was enjoying myself thoroughly. At the same time I was astonished by Patricia's behaviour. Never once in the five years of our marriage had she ever shown such a dominant side. She herself had been in the same position as Carrie on two occasions (and many more times in fun with me). Never had she done this before.

Pat continued to spank Carrie for a good five minutes, extending her slaps to Carries thighs and bringing further squeals from her. She was continually pleading for Patricia to stop, and her struggling meant that her T-shirt rode up her body, exposing her large right bra covered breast to me.

Eventually Pat finished, declaring "My hand's getting too sore for this. Stand up young lady." Carrie obeyed, red faced, and immediately pulled her skirt down.

"We'll have that off now." Patricia told her and yanked it down despite Carries efforts to stop her. She stood facing Patricia, shivering and covering her pubes with her hands.

"You can't do this to me." she whined "Let me go."

"Don't think I've finished with you yet young lady. Get those hands on the back of your head with your elbows back." Pat shouted. Carrie obeyed slowly and mournfully. She looked as though she was about to cry as her vagina came into view for the first time. It was neatly shaven and I wondered if her lips were bare. We would soon see.

The pose thrust Carries breasts forward, pushing against the shiny material of her T-shirt. Patricia grabbed them and gave them a good squeeze as Carrie yelped.

"Let's get you exposed." Pat said and yanked her T-shirt up over her arms. Without pausing she then tugged her bra the same way. Carries breasts fell free and Pat ordered her to resume her previous pose. Wow, what breasts! They were very large and low, but poked upwards nicely.

"You are a big girl aren't you?" Pat said and slapped first the left and then the right breast. "Waggle them about." she told Carrie and Carrie obeyed with a sob, tears trickling down her cheeks at the humiliation.

Pat let her do that for a minute or so and then said "We'll have you upstairs now." Carrie, wearing only her pale tights and trainers struggled up the staircase, her big bum waggling in front of us. It. also gave us a good view of her pussy and yes, her lips were shaved.

Carrie was trembling and whimpering by the time she reached the landing. Pat pushed her into our bedroom as she wailed "What are you going to do to me?"

"Take your shoes off and get onto the bed, front down. Chris, give me your belt."

"No!" Carrie screamed. Pat pushed her onto the bed and grabbed one other trainers, tugging it off.

"Do as I tell you, you little slut." With that the other shoe came off and Pat twisted Carrie onto her front. "Now spread your legs and put your feet together." Carrie obeyed, whimpering.

"No please! You can't do this to me. Stop!"

Her pose pushed her ample bottom up and exposed her spread pussy. Pat grabbed my belt and sent it sizzling down onto Carries arse. She jerked and squealed "Noooo!" Pat raised her arm again. SPLAT! Carries cheeks juddered as my belt bit into her arse and a muffled moan came from the pillow Carrie had buried her head into.

There was no method to the whipping she took then. Pat brought the belt down hard and fast, not pausing between strokes. Carrie gurgled and moaned and wailed and writhed in agony. Her bottom blazed red and hot. Some of the shots nipped in between her spread cheeks and onto her exposed pussy. These produced the loudest wails and most vigorous writhing. Carrie was unable to resist, helpless against the sting of the belt. Her thighs also tasted real punishment and they too glowed red.

Eventually Pat ran out of steam and passed the belt to me breathing heavily, her face flushed with exertion and excitement. As Carrie lay on the bed sobbing, Pat said "Pass me the cane." Carrie sobbed louder but made no effort to move. I was shocked. Pat has an almost pathological fear of the cane. The first time she was caned was in front of a pub full of people, eighteen hard strokes. Yet the whole punishment had awakened our interest in mild C.P. However the second time was part of a more vicious physical and sexual assault that she had been blackmailed into agreeing to. After that she had banned me from ever caning her again and spanking had become very mild and infrequent. Now here she was about to subject a young girl to the cane.

Our bed has a raised border at the bottom and Patricia placed a couple of pillows on it. She made Carrie stand up, and stripped her out of her tights. Carrie, sobbing and now fully nude was made to lie on her back, her bottom on the raised pillows. She was then told to grasp the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. Her bum hole and fanny were now fully exposed, awaiting the cane.

Patricia now removed her own dress saying "It's getting hot in here." She stood in her dark blue bra, undies, stockings and suspenders and blue high heels, swishing the cane, a rapt look on her face. Without warning she slashed the cane into Carries buttocks and her victim screamed and kicked her legs out.

"Get back into position." Pat warned. As Carrie regained her pose, Pat struck again. Another red line appeared across her cheeks and she sobbed loudly. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she awaited her third stroke. I wonder what she thought as she gazed up over her gaping pussy to see Patricia standing over her in her underwear, wielding a cane.

The third stroke was a nasty one, straight into the junction between thighs and buttocks. Carrie let out a blood-curdling scream and twisted over onto her front. As she tried to get up Patricia shouted "Stay where you are!" and gave another hard stroke onto the meat of the sobbing girls buttock. Carrie collapsed in a heap.

Patricia grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She dragged her to the bottom of the bed and pushed her over the back so Carrie lay face down with her backside raised by the pillows.

"Hold her down." she instructed. As I obeyed Pat spread her lags and swished the cane down. It landed with a splat high on Carries buttocks.

"Aaaaargh!" Carrie yelled, kicking, and struggling against me. Her bottom blazed an angry red with five distinct lines. I was impressed with Pat's technique. She wasted no time in giving a sixth stroke, slicing over the others, and then a seventh, angled the opposite way. A blazing cross was left.

"Right young lady this is going to be your last stroke, and believe me it's going to be a hard one." Patricia intoned. And it was. She caned her with all her strength, and Carrie fairly leapt off the bed despite me holding her. She was weeping freely now and I allowed her to rub her backside.

I got a shock when I looked up. Pat had removed her bra and panties and had strapped on a dildo (don't ask!) She greased it with some moisturiser and then slipped all nine inches into Carries gaping cunt. Carrie screamed.

"No you can't do this!" she yelled.

"Oh yes she can." I told her. Worse was to come. After a while Pat removed the dildo, only to spread Carries cheeks and thrust it slowly into her anus. It was obviously painful, and also humiliating. With every thrust she yelled and begged Pat to stop. She only did so when she'd brought herself to a juddering climax.

With that the punishment was over. Came got stiffly to her feet and quickly pulled on her skirt and T-shirt, grabbed what was left other underwear and, still sobbing, left the house.

"You're going to regret this!" she shouted.

I turned to Pat and laughed. "Wow look at you." I said.

"God that was sexy." she almost purred. I'll leave what happened next to your imagination.

Later we were sitting in the kitchen sharing a cocoa. Pat was still wearing her stockings and suspenders under her dressing gown. The door-bell sounded and I went to open it. A middle-aged man was at the door and her barged past me.

"Dr and Mrs Williams? I'm David Johnson - Carries father. I think you and I need to talk."

He sat down next to Patricia and said "I believe you've just carried out a serious sexual assault on my daughter."

"She was punished for stealing money from us. It was preferable to telling you or the police." Pat answered calmly.

"That's as may be." Mr Johnson replied. "However Carrie did not give her consent for you to physically chastise her. In addition she most certainly did not give her permission for you to enter her both vaginally and anally with a dildo. That is rape and carries a long prison sentence - much longer than that for stealing ten pounds." He paused. Oh God we were in trouble. "Unless you want Carrie to report this matter to the police, there is only one way forward."

"What's that'?" Pat asked quietly.

"Stand up woman!" he demanded. As Pat stood he ripped her dressing gown off, exposing her nude, stockinged body. Pat squealed and tried to cover herself, but Mr Johnson bent her over our table and began to thrash her naked backside. In-between Patricia's yelps and struggling he said

"You and your husband will come to my house tomorrow night. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" A high pitched squeal.

"I have guests and I intend them to witness me putting you through the same ordeal that you put Carrie through. Carrie will also be present. I intend to thrash you thoroughly, humiliate you and fuck you like you fucked my daughter." With this he stopped spanking and thrust his fingers into Pats vagina. She yelped and sobbed.

"Do you agree?" he asked. There was a pause, then Pat whispered "Yes sir."

TO BE CONTINUED…