Candy Among the Christians
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Download Title, "Candy Gets Her Butt Spanked"
This is a satirical work of fiction. Any resemblance to any living individual
without satirical intent is purely accidental and unintentional.
This is intended as erotic fiction. If you are not yet a legal adult in the
jurisdiction in which you reside it is not the intent of the author that you
read this story. Go elsewhere! Beside, few adults younger that 40 (excepting
the graduates of certain private schools) will even get the allusions that the
author intends.
Dr. Elsbeth Strikt
12 Noon, Wed. August 1st, 2001
First Spanking
"Candy", I began. "Let me tell you about the Orders of Discipline. You will be
told the number or strokes, the part of your body that they will be applied to,
and the force with which they will be applied. Also I will tell you whether the
initial contact point will be the tip of the implement or the midpoint in which
case the tip usually curls around and strikes you on the side. I will also tell
you whether you are required to count the strokes and either thank the
disciplinarian or ask for another stroke". Candy nodded her head. I then gave
the Order. "Your first chastisement is with a score of full force stokes to
your buttocks. I will administer the blows with the middle of the strap aiming
for a full curl. Since this is your first discipline you will not be required
to count, thank or ask." With that I struck the first blow. Since I am right
hand dominant it landed right on the middle of her ass cheek and curled around
slapping her right hip.
Candy had obviously not been disciplined since her childhood because she noisily
erupted. She howled "OH GOD NO" at the top of her lungs and struggled against
her bonds with all four limbs. Her head was bobbing up and down while her ass
was thrashing about. "OH NO OH NO OH NO LET ME UP LET ME UP." It was a good
thing I had housekeeping set out the heavy horse this morning because Candy
would have bucked a lighter bondage horse all over the Treatment Room. "Well I"
said. "That's not very good self control. I would have expected a big girl
like you to have taken that with much better self control. I'm glad I had you
securely bound. And that's just the first of twenty and those twenty are just
the first chastisement. I can tell that its going to be a long disciplinary
period". I have to admit that I smiled for the first time that morning. By my
watch I timed sixty seconds and then I gave her a second strike, just above the
first and overlapping by maybe a half inch. Candy screamed "LET ME LOOSE! LET
ME OUT OF HERE! I WANT TO GOI HOME! Timing is everything in chastisement. I
alternately watched the second hand of my watch sweep around and her buttocks
redden. In the beginning you cannot let the discipline unfold too fast. Take
your time. I let loose a third, just below the first, overlapping by a half
inch just like the second overlapped on the top. NOOOOUUGH NOOOOUUUGH
NOOOOUUGG she screamed. Take your time, slow down. Time for the fourth, right
up at the top of the buttock, overlapping the third. Swoosh! I love mature
women, so much ass to work with. I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL CALL THE COPS! YOU'LL GO
TO JAIL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! Candy's butt was now starting to redden.
Patience, take your time. Now the fifth, at the bottom of the buttocks, just
above where the thighs join. Swish! AAAAAAIIIIIGH! NO! NO! NO! Candy was
sobbing now. No longer discrete shouts but a continuous wailing.
Time for a short break, time to switch sides. I watch the erythema develop in
her buttocks. Let's let her recover a bit. I walked around her head to get to
her right side. Along the way I stopped to whisper in her ear, "how's it going
my big socialite girl. Having fun. That was five. You have fifteen to go.
And the afternoon is still young." Candy's screams further subsided to a low,
steady sobbing. This was good. She was new to being bound and struck. But she
quickly recovered. Probably in her youth she was subjected to significant
beatings. Maybe some of them were not even in anger. But she had a magnificent
set of buttocks and they responded marvelously to punishment.
When I got to her right side I just barely stroked her buttocks with the tips of
my fingers. This caused her to start bucking again. "Not very good control
mommy" I crooned. "Maybe another set will settle you down". She was beginning
to show some nice markings, light red totally across the globes of her butt with
a little darker red where the strokes overlapped. "Time to give baby some more
loving" I crooned as I turned sideways, raised the strap above my head and
delivered my backhand down across the center of her buttocks. This time the end
of the strap curled across to deliver a nice slap to her right hip. I was on
today, I was happy. NO! NO! NO! Candy was starting to scream again. Ok I say
to myself, lets speed up the pace. The second was delivered backhand just below
the first, the third just above the first, the fourth just below the second and
the fifth at the top of the buttocks. Candy's screams merged into one
continuous shriek. Once again her struggles against her bonds reached a high
point "Well Mrs. the former Genron is that anyway to comport yourself. I can
just imagine the expression of your friends at the opera to see you moving like
that. Of course your screaming will drown out the dying soprano and ruin the
performance." By now her ass was really beginning to redden up. Every part of
it, except for the part hidden in the crack had gotten two good licks. As I
talked to Candy she stopped screaming and just plain cried. I think she was
beginning to get the hang of it. I wanted to take a long pause between the
first ten and the second ten. "Remember, ten down, ten to go" I laughingly
reassured her.
I moved to the Candy's left side. Counted to sixty and then delivered five fast
ones, all curling over onto her right hip. Once again her sobs quickly changed
to howls and then up to a continuous scream. I was amazed that she hadn't
gotten hoarse yet. "My what pretty music. I really think we should put you up
on stage. Of course I have never seen anyone sing from that position. On the
other hand they are always trying out new things to attract people to the opera.
This may be very avant garde." I crooned to her as her shrieks subsided to
sobs. I am glad to see that she is not one of these easy bruisers. They
instantly turn black and blue when you just lightly stroke them. Or else the
hystericals who shake the horse to pieces before you ever land the first stroke.
Good, enough of a break to let her cheeks ripen after strikes eleven through
fifteen.
Well I walk back over to her right side and deliver the last five of the full
score. Once again the howling started and this time it takes her longer than
usual to get from howling to mere sobbing. On the globes of her buttocks we
aren't talking red anymore. More red-purple. And the lines of overlap where
definitely showing little blood blisters the size of tiny pin heads. "Well,
Candy" I observed "We certainly gave you a score to sing to. It almost looks
like on your butt we have inscribed the lines of a scale of music with little
spots that could be musical notes". I don't think she appreciated my musical
humor but then I used to look down at her at the opera. Me up in the cheapest
seats in the balcony and her in her box in an extravagant gown. Now she was
bent over and exposed and doing the singing and I was conducting.
Dr. Elsbeth Strikt
12:15 PM, August 1st, 2001
Patty's Turn at Bat
I turned to my assistant Patty who had passed the last 15 minutes in idle
amusement. She was happy that for once, her butt was not the butt, of my
amusement. "Patty" I enquired. "Do you think that I did as good a job on
Candy's buttocks today as I did on yours yesterday". She turned her ass toward
the mirrored door of the implement closet, turned her head around and
contemplated the bruises on her behind. Then she turned her head back toward
the horse and contemplated Candy's bottom. "Dr Strikt" she concluded. "You do a
mighty thorough job of bruising behinds". I was proud of her. "Well" I said
"you are now going to get your first chance at slapping some flesh. You see
before you, the thighs of that which was recently the most socially prominent
woman in our fair bayou city. She has come to us begging for a job as a
teacher. Do you think you can teach her a thing or two." Patty pulled herself
up erect, to her full 62 inches of height and said "I'll try". I inquired,
holding out the heavy strap "do you think that this is the right implement for
the task?" Patty looked at the leather strap and looked at the spread thighs
that Candy presented before her. "Actually" Patty said "those round thighs need
an implement that will curl more readily than the heavy strap. We are going to
need to properly punish the skin of her inner thighs." Patty went directly over
to the implement closet, hung up the heavy strap and selected a 30' two tailed
tawse. I finally had to admit that she had indeed learned something about
discipline from me in her years as a student here at 2nd Evangelical Girls
Academy. Actually, a little bit of a shiver ran down my spine because she had
selected an implement ideally suited to flaying the inner thighs, some of the
most sensitive flesh on a woman. I hope that she is never selected someday to
chastise me.
She came over to where I was standing next to Candy and assumed a wide spread
stance. Then she sharply and forcefully brought the tawse down onto the front
of her own right thigh. I watched as the tips curled and hit Patty's inner
thigh with a resounding SLAP! She didn't even flinch. We trained her well.
"Young lady" I said admiringly "you have well made your point". Patty then went
over to Candy's right side and took up her stance. "Mistress, I presume the
thighs are to be chastised next and that full force is to be employed with full
curl. How many blows should I apply?" "Two dozen" I said smiling. Patty
intoned toward Candy "Your second chastisement is with two dozen of full force
stokes to your buttocks. I will administer the blows with the middle of the two
tailed tawse aiming for a full curl. Since this is your first discipline you
will not be required to count, thank or ask." I really was proud of her.
Candy started yelling before Patty even wound up for the first strike. YOU
CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO THIS! I WILL KILL YOU!
"Candice," I addressed her standing by her head. You signed the contract. We
are now the ones in control. Anything I wish, can and will be done to you. I
nodded to Patty and she commenced. Standing on Candy's left side she delivered
six strikes on the back and inside of Candy's left thigh with the twse. The
timing could have been a bit slower and more regular but then Patty is neophyte
when it comes to administering a beating. Then, reaching over to her right a
little more, Patty delivered another six to the back and outside of Candy's
right thigh. Very good. If I thought that Candy's cries under my chastisement
were operatic, her high C's under Patty's tutelage were enough to surely
convince me that Candy had real diva potential. After the first twelve tawse
strokes that Patty administered were over, and Candy's screaming dropped to the
point where I could be heard, I said "I don't understand how you can do that and
not get hoarse". Patty had done a marvelous job with her first twelve. Every
square inch of the back and inside of Candy's thighs were covered with red
welts. Then after an indecent interval, Patty looked to me and I nodded assent.
In a proper chastisement, the victim must be given time to recover and
contemplate her further punishement. Patty moved over to Candy's right side and
after a pause for at least a minute went at it again. Patty had herself been
subjected to sufficient bondage and discipline to know the terror of having to
wait for the punishment to begin again, bound helpless with the leather
implement hovering overhead. Once again the infernal, continuous wailing began
as Patty assaulted first the back and inner aspect of Candy's right thigh and
then the back and outside of Candy's left thigh. I swear that never had I heard
so much noise from an adult woman in the Treatment Room.
Dr. Elsbeth Strikt
12:25 PM, August 1st, 2001
Candy Loses It for the First Time
During the last part of this second punishment session the blows came so rapidly
as to almost never stop. Candy began to buck more and more violently until her
body went completely tense. Her face became totally red, her breath was coming
in gasps in between screams and I don't think she was registering anything going
on around her. At that point she went totally out of it. Candy howled like an
animal and lost control of her bladder. With her legs widely bound, spread the
way they were, even her totally spas med body could not close its legs.
Therefore Candy's upper labia were spread fairly widely open. They were spread
enough so that the urine spurted out in a clean stream rather than being trapped
and deflected. I suspect that at the time Candy was not even aware of her loss
of urinary continence. When Patty finished her two dozen though, I called
everyone's attention to the puddle spreading over the floor. I ridiculed Candy
with "Baby have accident. Little girl must have laughed so hard she peed in her
pants. Candy peed on the floor, Candy peed on the floor, Candy piddled like a
bitch puppy." Candy began to recover, stopped screaming and just laid over the
horse panting. She must have noticed the last of the pee running down her leg
and the smell rising up from the floor. She blushed and started to softly cry.
"Well" I said. "That gets the academy award for the finest first performance by
a female, ever, in the Treatment Room. You also have the most solidly marked
set of buttocks and thighs it has ever been my pleasure to witness. Every
square inch is flaming red but without bleeding." I talked to Candy while Patty
wordlessly got a mop from the side closet and cleaned up the pee. We certainly
train them well.
When Patty was done with the tile floor, I stretched and commented "That
certainly has been a hard morning's work Patty, I want you to go up to the
English Department's office and in the fridge you will find a bag of sandwiches
and sodas. Bring them back down here." I tossed her the keys from the pocket
of my lab coat. As she went over to the closet to roll back the mirrored door
and retrieve her skirt, I said "Stop". Did I tell you to get dressed." She
looked at me in disbelieve and then looked down. From the bust line down she
was clad only in a white garter belt, dark stockings and shoes. He backside was
covered in blue bruises and there was a livid, two tailed welt on the front of
her right thigh that curled inwards. She blushed and was about to say something
and then thought better of it. "Quick" I said. She covered her pudendum with
her left had, unlocked the door with her right hand and scampered off. I
chuckled to myself and turned off the recording equipment. I went over to the
closet at the side of the room, opened it, and pulled out a folding metal chair.
I opened up the chair near Candy's head and sat down. Candy and I talked.
Candice Butz
12:45 PM, August 1st, 2001
"What Am I Going to Do"
It took me a while to clear my head after what I had been through. Those two
bitches! I didn't sign up for getting beaten up. If I ever get out of this
alive, I will come back and kill them. And not quickly. I will make them
suffer. As a kid I had it rough on a few occasions. I couldn't live just on
what I made in the stripper bars. They paid next to nothing and you had to get
by on your tips. I had a good bod and did as well at "table dancing" as
anybody. But it just wasn't enough. So I hooked on the side. Everybody did.
That's how I met Alex. And anybody who whore's get beat. I'll kill these two
fucking bitches, I swear. I kill these two fucking bitches for what they are
doing to me.
Every-once-in-a-while I would get beat up by a john. They almost never hit you
on the face, or anywhere else that was readily visible. That would draw the law
too readily. Usually they hit or bit your breasts and slapped up your butt.
You learned to live with it. The cops were worse. The Texas prostitution law
was such a joke they would never prosecute. Sometimes they just brought you in,
fingerprinted you, took your mug shot and let you go. Just to scare you.
Others were worse. They knew you were vulnerable. They demanded free tricks in
the back of a squad car. Both of them. Sometimes it was party time. The cops
would round up two to four hookers and take us to a motel room. The paki motel
operators never charged them for the room. It was insurance. You would have to
put out for half a dozen cops. Nasty. After the time I got sodomized three
times in one night, I was at my wits end. Never again. Then Alex came along.
I hope that Mrs. Broussard is taking good care of Ashley and Kim. I can go
through almost anything if they are OK.
These bitches are the pits. So cold, so methodical. They almost make the johns
and the cops seem healthy and natural. Once I was strapped over the horse, I
realized that it was all over. I was under that foul, tall, dark-haired, skinny
bitch doctor's power and there was nothing I could do about. I swore that if I
ever got free I would kill her. She got the first shot at beating me. At first
real slow. Unbelievably slow with that damned heavy strap. Oh that hurt like
nothing I ever felt before. It took my breath away. Back in my teenage years,
out on the street, a cop beat me with his service belt. Said it would teach me
a lesson. This was nothing like that. Elsbeth wasn't angry. She was cold, she
was enjoying it. Every so often the dark haired bitch would stop. Then she
would stroke me. My hair, my face. Finger nails over my ass. Fondling my
pussy. She has to be a lesbian. She kept saying what a nice pussy I had and
then she would pinch it or finger me. My skin was crawling. And then her
short, slimy, red-haired mignon Patty. She would deal out six to my thighs.
Then wait, and then wait, and then wait. Forever I had to lie there, helpless,
stretched out over that damn horse. My ass and thighs burning, burning. Waiting
for the bitch pup to start again. All that time my pussy was waving out in the
breeze. And my ass on fire. It looks like the bitch goddess had forbidden the
pup to touch my crotch. No application of their goddamn implement of
chastisement to my pussy. And I know that little Patsie was lusting after my
pussy. I know how she fondled it while shaving me. Shaved it and shaved it.
Shaved it until it was raw. But dark mistress momma bitch wouldn't let baby
bitch spank little Candy's pussy. I'm sure she is saving it for herself.
They say I'm not bleeding. Yet. My butt and legs feel like they are beaten
bloody. Now they just burn and burn. A little while ago Elsbeth applied
rubbing alcohol to the areas they had beaten. Oh Gawd did that burn. My skin
was all raw. Then she started on my pussy with it. It really ate in where my
skin had been scrapped raw by Patsie's incessant shaving. Oh, I will kill the
pair of them. I don't understand why I didn't pass out. You hear stories about
people being tortured and then mercifully passing out. I think I came close
once, toward the end of Patsie's punishment session. That little bitch was
rapid fire hitting my thighs with the split-tailed strap. Just like the one
hanging up in my future office. I'll be damned if I go along with their little
games. I starve out on the street first. But I don't know what they are going
to do next. If they kill me. what will my little girls do? Is that what they
are trying to do, torture me to death? Will anyone find out or will they get
away with it. Will the cops assume I am a suicide, like Alex.
