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We slept late the next morning and I was immediately aware of the fact that the effect of the lotion had diminished significantly. Pete laughed when I winced as I sat up and then flopped face down on the bed. He graciously helped(?) reapply it. We both wanted to carry things a little further but we barely had time for a quick shower and to get dressed. Breakfast was quick and simple and he apologized for not whipping up anything fancy. He prided himself on his culinary skills and promised to treat me to a home cooked dinner later in the week. Then we went to my apartment so I could get into something suitable for church. He laughed but was obedient when I made him wait in the living room while I changed my clothes.
After the service the whole gang went to the Moving Finger for lunch and then to a quiet stretch of beach on the lake to go swimming. You may notice that I don't mention swimsuits. Although Abigail and Andrew were married and promised fidelity to each other that did not preclude joining us in skinny dipping. There were fading red marks on both of their bottoms. They endured some good natured teasing about using the paddle on each other and shyly admitted to getting very little sleep the night before.
Pete asked me to return to his place but I wanted a quiet evening at home to read and just relax. And also to think about my first week in this lovely village. I got out the envelope from under the mattress and looked at all the pictures. Every bit of that day was burned into my memory and I winced in sympathy with the girl I saw hanging from the cable. I smiled to think that I was now a different person. A little more respectful, a lot more accepting of different attitudes and mostly, no longer lonely.
On Tuesday I was shopping in one of the local stores. The owner was totaling my purchases when she stopped and excused herself to run out the door. She came back in with two young boys in tow. She made them empty their pockets and verified her assumption. There were a number of small items that had not been paid for. She asked if I minded waiting while she attended to the shoplifters and I assured her that I was in no rush. She took her Denner off the wall and escorted the culprits into a back room. A short while later I heard the rapid report of the wooden slat and was surprised at what I did not hear. The boys seemed to be in their early teens so I assumed he was showing how he could take his punishment like a man. It was a losing battle and before long he gave voice to the effectiveness of the Denner. His partner let the world know how much it hurt even sooner. I have to guess that since his friend led the way that there was no extra shame in crying out during the process.
When she sent them home they looked years younger with tears streaming down their faces and frantic hands rubbing at their bottoms. The storeowner said, "I'm sorry about that. We don't have a big problem with theft but every once in a while one or two of the kids that age gives it a try."
I smiled. "I think those two will think twice before doing it again. They looked pretty sad when they left."
As she gave me my change she said, "They're going to be even sadder when I call their parents and tell them what happened. I expect they will have some more to say on the subject of stealing and not all of it will be in words."
I gathered my purchases and remarked, "From what I've seen it looks like most of the kids in Riverton are fairly well behaved. I guess the immediacy of retribution for stepping out of line has something to do with that."
She answered, "Growing up here teaches you about discipline. First from your parents and the other grow-ups and then from within yourself."
She laughed gently, "I bought this place from old Mrs. Parker. I've changed a few things but that old Denner has been on the wall for years. I tried the same stunt those boys did when I was that age and all I got out of it was a sore rear end. First from Mrs. Parker with the Denner and then again when I got home. The lesson was a good one."
She mused, "Mrs. Parker remembered me and what had happened a few years after that when I applied for a job. She pointed to the wall and threatened to use it again if I didn't do my work but there was a smile on her face. I don't know if she was kidding or not but I never gave her a reason to find out. When she retired I bought the place and have learned how to swing a Denner with the best of them."
We shook hands and I went on my way.
When I got back to the Riverton Journal I told Mr. Denner about what had happened and he wanted me to write it as an article for the paper. After a bit of editing he was satisfied and said, "This is not the same as a Community Service but you can bet the youngsters in this town will have this article read to them by their parents. It will do them good to be reminded of what to expect if they try the same thing."
As he headed towards his office he said, "By the way, I've just promoted you to assistant reporter. You can cover the flower show at the senior center. Be sure to get all the names right. Those old codgers can really get upset if you don't."
I thanked him and asked if this new responsibility included a raise. He harrumphed and ignored the question.
I'll save you the details of the flower show but it really was wonderful. So many beautiful plants and it was so much fun to talk to the people there.
Thursday I was taking my evening walk and noticed the lights on in the police station. I stopped in to say hello and got a big hug from George. He was in his uniform and had just come back from leading a hapless victim of the changing roads back to safety. When he finished writing up his report we talked about this and that for a while. Then he noticed my eyes straying down the hall. He took of his gun belt and the other accouterments of office and laid them on the desk. He looked into my eyes and asked a simple question. "Do you want to?"
Before I tell you my answer I should explain my reasoning. Since the party last Saturday I had been thinking about how I felt after all those spankings. Even though my rear end was starting to beg for mercy I was still turned on. Those thoughts turned to Maryellen's description of her time in cell three. She said that she was helpless to stop Larry from bringing her to the brink and when he slammed into her it was wonderful. Jessica and Betty shared similar experiences only they had been there with George. They all indicated that the end result was worth the pain. At the time I couldn't comprehend it but I've done and seen a lot of things I would've thought unbelievable before. It was time to try this but I was nervous.
I couldn't speak so I nodded. He returned the nod and silently stripped me. I was relatively motionless except for moving my arms for my T-shirt and bra and lifting my feet as the slacks and panties were removed. I broke the silence with soft moans when he squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples to life. And then again when he touched me lower to assure us both that I was finding the preliminaries arousing.
Instead of the handcuffs I wore during my first trip down that hall he opened a cabinet and took out the padded cuffs I wore later that day. When my wrists were comfortably but firmly attached to each other behind my back he repeated his gentle fondling, pinching and probing. I had never been bound for sex and so far, my first experience with it was going very well, very well indeed. I just hoped my excitement would last.
When we got to cell three I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath. The memories of that room came flooding back. I think he understood and when I opened my eyes I saw him take the strap off the wall and throw it back towards the office. That got him a deep kiss and I stepped under the rope. As he tied it to the cuff linkage and pulled it up he finally spoke. "Your magic word is 'Stop'. If you say that I will. Otherwise I'm going to spank you until you're bright red and then some."
I had to turn my head up and around to see him. I smiled and said, "I can handle it. After all, it can't be worse then all the ones I got at the party."
He shook his head, "You know you're not the first girl I've done this to and they tell a different story. The spankings on Saturday night were rather short and there were breaks between for some sex. This is not like that. Your bottom is not going to have any respite until I decide it's had enough. I'm told it's best if you let it go beyond what you think you can endure but as I said, if you want me to stop at any time just say so. By the way, you look absolutely beautiful. Easily the prettiest and most enticing woman I've seen in that position. From that first day I've wanted to see you like this again and have spent some time thinking it. Now that you are here you're even better than I ever imagined."
I blushed with embarrassment at his flattery and said to myself, "He's only saying that because he's seeing all of me rather than just my bare bottom." But I smiled at his words anyway.
He said I wouldn't want to wait for him to get undressed when my rear end was on fire so I hung there and watched him pile his clothes on the floor. Then he surprised me by reaching into the pocket of his pants to take out a small vial. He put a few drops on his hand and then stroked his penis. He saw the look of confusion and explained. "It's the same lotion you girls use after the spankings. It not only relieves the pain but makes the skin less sensitive. This is how us guys are able to last so long when we're happily imbedded in you. It's the secret to our staying power and I've never heard anyone complain."
I had to admit, I had wondered how the men were able to satisfy us so many times throughout the spanking game and then during the group grope afterwards. I had noticed them stroking themselves as we did our striptease but think anything of it. Now I knew what they were really doing and I smiled to myself.
Anyway, back to George. I called him to me and stretched my neck. He understood and stepped close enough for me to give that part of him a kiss. I smiled and said, "If what I hear about being here is true I'm going to be very sore from your hand but won't want you to stop what you do next with this thing until I'm exhausted."
He guaranteed me that I would be in for a long session with both parts I mentioned. Then he stepped behind me. He ran his hands over the focus of the first part of the evening and reminded me of his pledge to stop if it was too much to bear. I reiterated my promise to myself to endure it all. I really had no idea just how painful it was going to be but I was determined to see it through.
He asked if I was ready and I nodded. His first swats were good and hard but I expected as much. Then he slowed down a little but harder than I remembered from his other spankings. He was not just keeping the sting at a bearable level but was increasing it little by little. As it started to go beyond sting to mild hurt he brought his other hand into play. He moved to my side so his free hand could attend to my breast. Squeezing, pinching and pulling to keep my nipples hard. Then to the other side for similar treatment. He went back and forth but always stopped to do some stroking and probing midway between them. Of course, I was aroused almost to the point of having a Spanking O but my bottom had gone beyond the point of when I experienced that at the party. It was more than a little hurt, it was a lot of hurt. The only thing I could compare it to was Reverend Archer's hairbrush after getting the paddle.
I was sure I couldn't take any more but gritted my teeth with determination to take it all. I had to do that as a mental exercise since my mouth was wide open and alternating between gasping for breath and screeching. I felt my tears flowing freely and dripping to the floor. Why didn't I call it off? Partially because his non-spanking hand was keeping up my desire but mostly because of my personal commitment. In a way I was asking him to stop but not with that word. Just as Maryellen described, between screeches I was begging him to move to the next event. It wasn't a very ladylike request. The last time I used the bleep word I got my mouth washed out with soap but right then it was the best way to express what I really wanted.
I was barely aware of him stopping and in a moment I was wonderfully filled. My first climax was immediate whereas he had a long way to go. The explanation from the other girls that his thighs smacking against my bottom as he plowed into me was proved to be quite true. It was like getting spanked and bleeped simultaneously and totally unlike anything I had ever even imagined. Don't ask how many times I came. I was in no condition to count but it was like one very long continuous orgasm. I remember that my knees started to buckle and he held me up. In fact, by the time he reached a satisfactory conclusion to his assault I was almost limp.
He managed to hold me with one hand while undoing the rope and I felt him slide out of me as I slumped to the floor. After he took the cuffs off he carried me to another cell where there was a single bed. He left me for a moment and returned with a bottle of lotion. I jumped as his finger contacted my rear end then relaxed as he soothed my bright red skin.
He let me rest there while he got dressed and brought me my clothes. He had to help me put them on and then carried me out to the police car to drive me home. I needed his assistance climbing the stairs and he put me to bed.
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