Sunday morning Karen woke up quite happy and the reason was sleeping next to her. Last night his hands did the most wonderful things but that wasn't the part of him that satisfied her the best. She raised herself up on her elbows and slowly pulled the covers down. There it was, somewhat smaller now then it was when it filled her again and again. She was tempted to reach for it but something made her stop. Actually, it was two somethings that made a matched pair and could be considered one and was still sore. It (they(?)) reminded her of what had preceeded the night in bed and said it was a bad idea to waken the sleeping giant since it was a new day and before the part that was urging her on got what it wanted, there was rule #9 to be considered. Her brain sided with her back side and wasn't eager to get the required pre-sex spanking so early in the morning although she knew it was bound to happen before the day was over. Not just with him but she was sure her other two roommates sleeping in the next room would have a go at her bottom at least once. Once, that is, if she was lucky.

She decided it would be best if she got out of bed quietly. She picked up her clothes and was almost out of the room when he said, "If you have to go to the bathroom, go ahead but leave your clothes here. When you get back you can do more than just look at this." He had his hand wrapped around himself and she meekly dropped her things and said she would return shortly. She was wrong about Sara being asleep and met her in the hall after answering nature's call. Sara asked why she wasn't dressed and Karen explained that Pete wanted her back in his room. Sara laughed and said, "Well then, you better be on your way but don't forget to remind him to spank you first. And tell him to give you a good one and not just a few token swats."

Before Karen could answer, Pete came into the hall and said, "Don't worry, I will." He turned towards Karen. "I'm going to use the bathroom and when I get back I expect to find you kneeling on the bed with your head down and ass high." Karen's memory of him as a gentle lover faded fast as she climbed onto the bed. Getting spanked first thing in the morning was going to be bad enough but to have to wait in this pose as if offering herself to his abuse was even worse.

Never mind that last comment, he showed her his spanking was nothing to be considered lightly. It was all she could do to maintain her position as he planted hard swat after hard swat. If his intention was to plow into the slit just below the red bottom of a girl in tears, he acomplished it. Should we, as observers, be surprised he had no trouble gaining entry to a sore but well lubricated and very aroused young lady? I think not. We already know how turned on she gets by being punished and although this was not news to him he seemed to enjoy her humiliation as he remarked on it and as he was performing the male ritual of indecision (put it in, take it out, put it in, take it out) he amplified his comments on her easy virtue. It was a shamed but satisfying orgasm that swept over her during the last of his thrusts.

A short while later she left the room but didn't get too far. Tom was awake now and decided he wanted a little early morning sexual relief also. He preferred spanking her in the old fashioned way over his lap and after Pete's fine job of making that surface very sensative, his application was excrutiating. To his credit as not being unmerciful he didn't spank her as long or as hard as he would have wanted but this was small comfort to her. Especially when he said he intended to give her another one later in the day and and she could expect the full dose. And to top it off, he let Karen wallow in her frustration of emptiness since her mouth was the only opening he used.

When she finally made it to the kitchen Sara and Pete were already dressed and about finished with breakfast. As Karen sat down (very slowly) Pete mentioned the sounds of hand slapping bottom they heard last night. Sara winced slightly but with a smile as she told how Tom had prepared her for sacrifice on the alter of lust. The spanker just mentioned joined them and added that Sara was a voluntary victim. Sara nodded in agreement but added, "I thought he meant a little ass warming before sex and I have nothing against that but once he got me over his knee it was a different story." He chuckled at his own prowess and answered, "You didn't seem to mind it when I plopped you back on the bed." Turning to Pete he continued, "Let me tell you, this girl can really ..."

Sara interrupt him. "Enough of that. A gentleman doesn't share the details of how he spends his time in the bedroom with a lady. Politness demands descretion unless, of course, you're talking about someone like Karen." That one stung and Sara seemed to enjoy the way Karen winced. It was the same look of pain she showed while she was being struck with the paddle. After a suitable time to gloat over finding a new way to torment her roommate and to give Karen an opportunity to accept this new humiliation in shameful silence she continued, "Anyway, regardless of what we did afterwards, my poor bottom is still a bit sore." Tom apologized for being so hard on her and asked if he should kiss it and make it all better. Sara recognized the smile on his face and nodded as she stood up and lowered pants and panties. She bent over and absolutely no one was surprised when he said, "Karen, I could use some assistance." The one whose rear end was truly hurting rose from her chair and knelt behind Sara. She was faced with two smooth cheeks that were totally unmarked and although they were probably stinging for a while after the spanking last night, there were no signs of it now. Never the less, she followed the instructions given by all three of them and planted kiss after kiss on imaginary red marks. The only thing really red was Karen's face. The kisses started getting very close to the juncture of Sara's legs when Pete said, "Don't put your mouth there until after she spanks you. Sara, do you want her to stop for a few minutes while you take care of that requirement?"

To Karen's momentary relief Sara declined the offer and pulled her clothes back up before saying she had other plans for their maid after she cleaned the kitchen and gave no further details other than the promise that rule #9 would be complied with for a long time. The men agreed with Sara's determination that Karen's status did not deserve the same considerations of descretion regarding her sexual activities and the rest of the meal was spent in discussing how she had entertained Pete with her sexual favors during the night. He told them about the different positions they tried and bragged about how many times he was able to get hard again but graciously(?) acknowledged Karen's oral but silent efforts to assist him in rising for another go at her. He ended his narration by described how he spanked her while she was kneeling on the bed this morning and how eager she was to stay in that very vulnerable position during the process. Her cheeks (the ones on her face) burned as he added that it almost seemed that she was encouraging him to spank her harder. The icing on the cake was when he told them how easily he penetrated her after that spanking.

As long as they were talking about Karen and not a girl to be respected, Tom contributed how she seemed rather eager for him to follow the same path and they all (all but one that is) got a laugh about her frustrated efforts to entice him into letting her provide more than a just a morning blowjob. I probably don't need to explain (but I will) that Karen found this very embarrassing and humiliating in the extreme. It wasn't till there were about to leave the room when one of them remembered to ask if Karen had any underwear on. The poor girl exposed the required areas to them till they were satisfied which should have taken only a few seconds and not the three or four minutes they actually made her display herself.

The kitchen cleanup was eventually completed by a tearful young lady who was getting the kind of treatment she deserved for her history of being a brat. She slunk into her room and decided she needed a break. It felt strange to put on normal clothes and on her way out she stopped in front of her roommates. Common courtesy and one of the basic rules required telling the others when they went out. The exact destination wasn't necessary but it was nice to give a general idea of when to expect the traveler home so they would not worry unnecessarily.

This, however, was not the motivation behind Karen's announcement that she would be out for a couple of hours. Rather, she felt like a little girl who was asking permission from her parents before leaving the house. The rules regarding her status said she was free to come and go as she pleased as long as her chores were done and there was not a pending punishment. That was the questionable area. There were at least two more spankings on the agenda for the day. Tom said he wanted to give a her a longer one than he gave her this morning and then there was Sara who also promised to give Karen's bottom some special attention. But they fell under rule #9 and were not pending punishments in this case although to Karen and her bottom the distinction was academic. Still, she thought it best to check with them before leaving and incurring further disciplinary action. She sighed in relief when their reaction was to tell her to have a good time and they would see her when she returned.

Karen wasted no time closing the door behind her and heading to her motor scooter. There were times when she wished she had a car instead and today was one of those times. It wasn't rain or strong winds that made a heavy enclosed vehicle desirable. It was the seat. Even the smallest of bucket seats would have been better that putting her rear end, still suffering from Pete and Tom, on the bouncy scooter. She didn't ride far.

A good cup of coffee and time to think was what she needed. Was this the life she really wanted? She wasn't sure anymore. The paddling was much worse than she imagined but she wouldn't have to go through three like that in one day again. The spankings she got this morning hurt but maybe when her ass recovered from the paddlings it wouldn't be so bad. She had to admit they got her very turned on. Once things settled down a bit it would be different. Besides, she had nowhere else to live. She would stay where she was and continue to submit to them but not right now.

She didn't want to see any of her other friends so she drove up into the hills. The ride was not comfortable but it was arousing. The sensations produced by the constant vibrations and bouncing were not new to her and more than once she ended her ride in her room with Sara's vibrator to finish what the scooter had started. But it had never been as dramatic as this time. The bottom so well prepared was responding in overdrive. At last she found a remote spot where she could drive off the road a bit and lean against a rock out of sight of any passing motorist. Her hands were shaking as she rubbed herself. Jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper opened. There wasn't quite enough room for her to reach the exact spot so she slipped the jeans and panties down and found her goal. One hand was busy there and the other unsnapped her bra so it could reach unfettered nipples.

As she manipulted her special areas she imagined herself across a nameless lap and getting a terrible spanking in front of hundreds of witnesses. Then she imagined someone finding her as she was now and they would remove the rest of her clothes and tie her from the branch of a tree so they could whip her with switches in back and front till she was exhausted from screaming and then cut her down to rape her repeatedly and no matter which way she lay on the ground it would be on some part he struck and was still in agony. She was moaning and saying things to her imaginary ravisher. Begging him to whip her and then stop whippping her and then to whip her again and alternately pleading for mercy and encouraging him to use her hard and often. Her hands moved faster and faster as she pulled her breasts painfully and ...

It was a happy girl who slumped to the ground and slowly returned to the living. That's when she heard someone say, "Very nice, thank you." She spun around but didn't see anyone. But she was sure she heard a voice and it was male. Fantasy was one thing but actually having someone come across her out here so very far away from any sign of help was not what she wanted right then.

Frightened out of her wits, she pulled her pants up just enough to run to the scooter and the little tire kicked plenty of dirt and twigs as she sped out of there. Her heart didn't stop beating wildly for many a mile and when she was sure no one was following her she pulled over to straighten her clothes and headed back home where she may be mistreated and humilitated but in the most important ways, she was safe.

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